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romanthesleepylizardking · 2 years

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The secret

Okay, guys…. I came up with this after I listened to glimpse of us from Joji and heather from Conan Gray. I wrote all this in one sitting and im kinda proud of it. I do have a part two idea, so if you want that lemme know and i write it :)

Also, just an FYI…reader and Eddie are NOT brothers, just close friends. Enjoy

p.s. I have dyslexia. so when im re-reading my own stuff some typos will fly over my head, so if you see one please let me know so I can fix it!

Warning: angst, internal homophobia, talk of drinking.

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Y/n L/nwas best friends with the one and only; Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson. They have known each other since birth. Grown-up together and called each other brothers. They were family and nothing would ever change that. Eddie and Y/n have been together thrown thick and thin, nothing can break that bond, they even have matching (insert tattoo here), same spot, same color. Brothers forever.

But Y/n was keeping one teeny tiny….huge ….secret ....he had fallen deeply and helplessly in love with the freak.

The first time Y/n noticed that he may have feelings for the metal head, it was just like any other time that they hanged out.

Eddie was practicing his current favorite song on his guitar and roman was doing his homework. The metal head was making amazing progress on his guitar “Y/n watch this” he said excitingly and he began to play the song almost perfectly. Eddie's fingers shift into cords and flawlessly move to different frets of the guitar. when he played the wrong note he ignored it and powered throw the song, pride, and joy displayed on his face as he played the final notes.

“You see that!” Eddie laughs in triumph, pumping a fist in the air. Y/n stood up and put his hand up for a high five “hell yeah dude!” Eddie high-fived the other “that was badass!” Y/n finished with a laugh. “It's almost perfect! Give me a few more days and ill have that bitch in the bag!” Eddie said with so much excitement in his voice that he sounded like a child on Christmas getting the toy he asked for. the metal head almost immediately went back to practicing and Y/n sat down to resume his homework. Every few minutes, a roman would find himself gazing up at Eddie, watching him strum on his instrument, focusing hard on the notes he was playing that Eddie himself didn't notice that his tongue had started to peek from between his lips.

Y/n smiled at the sight of Eddie ‘ he's so cute’ he thought to himself and shook his head softly and looked down at his homework……wait a fucking minute WHAT! Nah, Y/n was just kidding, Eddie wasn't cute, Eddie was….well Eddie. Eddie was his best friend, his brother,…. And that's just…not normal. Y/n shook himself out of his thoughts and finally paid attention to his homework.

Sadly for Y/n, that wasn't the only time that he had those thoughts. There was a time Eddie was telling Y/n about his campaign plan for D&D and all Y/n could think was “man I wanna know what his lips would feel like” and many many more incidents just like that that made him realize that he was fucked.

Y/n remembers when Eddie broke his heart.

The metal head had practically skipped into his own room, and flopped into his bed, a soft smile resting on his lips. Eddie let out a soft sigh. Y/n looked at Eddie, and scoffed, resetting a hand on his hip “ what had you so breathy and soft?” he asked. Eddie sat up and smiled wide “I have a date” Y/n’s heart dropped to his feet and his soul left his body. Y/n was stunned and his eyes were wide “um… What?” he asked and instantly collected himself “ with who?!” he faked the enthusiasm and plastered a fake smile on his face.

Eddie beamed at his best friend “Cindy Whitmore” he said with a smirk as he watched Y/n’s reaction. At first, all he did was nod until the name finally registered in his brain. Cindy Whitmore. The prettiest girl in town. Y/n gasped in surprise and Eddie just smiled and laughed, having no clue that he just shattered his best friend's heart. “C-Cindy?” he said, letting it all sink in as Eddie nodded. Cindy fucking Whitmore. Y/n kept that fake smile up “holy shit dude, when!?” the boy asked trying his hardest to push his feeling aside and be happy for his best friend. But all Y/n wanted to do was curl up in a ball and disappear.

Eddie excitingly opened his closet and started to shuffle his clothes around “We’re meeting up tonight! I was actually hoping that you could help me pick out an outfit. I wanna look my best! And who better to help me than my brother!” Y/n mindlessly agreed and spent the next few hours helping Eddie pick clothes and planning what to do for the date. Spending the whole time in his thoughts, not really paying attention to the metal head, just letting him ramble as he talked about Cindy. The time came when Eddie dropped the boy home and sped off to his date.

When safely inside his room, Y/n broke down in sobs in his bed. The funny thing is, Y/n wasn't even sure why he was crying. Cause his best friend, his brother, had a date with the girl of every guy's dream? That's the dumbest thing he's ever heard. He should be happy for him, why wasn't he happy for him? Y/n tangled his fingers into his own hair and gripped it hard and he struggles to swallow his sobs to not alert his parents.

And Y/nremembers when he fucked up everything. Eddie and Cindy have been going out for a few months now and roman and eddies' friendship……didn't change one bit. They were still as close as ever, and Eddie would tell Y/n everything he did with Cindy ….everything….and Y/n listened to it all, being the friend that he had always been, even with he discover feelings. But Y/n was determined to change that tonight.

Eddie and roman were having a movie binge of three of each other's favorite movies to ‘widen each other's movie tastes’ while drinking a few beers. As the last movie came to an end Eddie clapped “phenomenal movie! 100% one of my new favorite movies” Eddie smiled at the other male. Y/n smiled back “I knew you would like it! Did you like that part where-” Y/n and Eddie spent the next few hours just talking about the last movie, laughing and cracking jokes.

Silence fell on the two as they calmed down from their high-energy moment, they stared at each other. Y/n took his chance and leaned in towards the metal head's lips, before they could touch Eddie pushed the other away in a panic” w-what are you doing, Y/n!” Eddie asked as he also stood up moving away from the other staring down at the other in shock. Y/n stared at Eddie in disbelief, covering his mouth with both hands, he looked down at the couch, away from the metal head. Roman shot up off the couch and stared at Eddie again, tears starting to sweal in his eyes “oh my gods i-” Y/n choked on his words “Y/n what was that?” a tear ran down the boy's cheek “I don't-” another tear ran down his face.

“Y/n I don't- I have- I'm not-” Eddie shook his head and ran a hand through his long curly hair. Y/n nodded and quickly whipped his face “pshh, no yeah, I mean like” Y/n started to rush through the living room, searching for all his things” Y/n please don't-” “you’re like my best friend.” Y/n ignored the metal head and struggle to get one shoe on “Y/n will you just-” “ we call each other brothers” Y/n found his jacket and struggle some more. Eddie took a step forward to help “don't” Y/n said before he could get closer, giving the other male and look full of sorrow and embarrassment. The male finally got the jacket on and started to grab his movies “and that's not normal, on top of that your dating like the prettiest girl in the town so like” Y/n held his three movies in his hands and moved to get passed, Eddie.

Before Y/n could get behind Eddie, he grabbed the tapes out of his hands. Y/n whined and turned towards Eddie, but did not look him in the eyes. “Y/n will you please let me talk” the metal head pleaded as he sat the tapes on the couch arm behind him. “What was that? Please tell me the truth” Eddie begged as he moved to grab his best friend's shoulder. Y/n moved back from eddies reach, making his arm drop to his side. “What going on, Y/n? I'm so confused! I have no clue what's going on with you, you don't talk to me anymore” Y/n scoffed “I always talk to you-” “ not like you used to. You used to tell me everything that going on. You used to tell me how your feeling!” Y/n glanced up at Eddie, seeing the worry written all over his face, Y/n quickly looked away.

“I tell-” “don't bull shit me Y/n !” Eddie warned and Y/n flinched from the rise in his voice. The metal head realized he was getting heated and took a deep breath “when I can see that you are upset or deep in thoughts that are bothering you when I ask what's wrong. You always tell me that you're fine.” Eddie said calmly, sitting on the armrest of the couch, knocking the movies over. “That's because I am” Y/n lied “but I know your not” Eddie sighed and looked down on the floor “we've known each other for years, you think I can't tell when your lying?” the metal head paused, so the other male shrugged, not knowing if he was asking a question.

“Please just talk to me… I feel so disconnected from you” Eddie pleaded, a treat running down his face. Y/n nodded and took a deep breath “Eddie…okay…ill tell you everything..just please don't say anything till I'm done... Please?” Y/n asked, choking out the last word as he held back a sob. Eddie nodded, making the zip and lock motion with his hands over his lips, earning a small chuckle from the other male.

Y/n nodded and took in another shaky breath “ okay… Eddie Munson..” he nervously laughed and whipped his hands on his shirt. “I think...that I'm in love with you and-” Y/n tilted his head back and blinked away his tears as another sob threatened to except his lungs. Eddies eyes widened and covered his own mouth with his fingertips “and I've been hiding it from you for months because what I'm feeling isn't normal” Y/n balled up his fist and laughed “you're my best friend! we grew up together. we’re practically brothers! I'm not supposed to fall in love with you” Y/n started to laugh and cry at the same time. Eddie had started to grow increasingly worried as he watch the person before he unravels. The metal head reached out for the other hand to anchor him before he completely lost him to his unwinding thoughts.

Y/n stopped crying and pulled his hand away, staring blankly at Eddie without stretched hand. They both stayed frozen for a few seconds, Eddie staring at roman and roman staring at the floor. Everything seemed to hold its breath as if waiting to see what would happen next. “I need to leave” Y/n blurted out and turned around gripping the front door handle. Eddie sparing into action and grabbed the other wrist “wait please” there was another pause, and no one moved. Eddie spoke again “let me at least drive you home?” Eddie pleaded again, Desprit to talk this though, he felt like he was spirling with all this new information.

Y/n shook his head, and pulled his wrist out of eddies hand, opening the front door. Cold wet air rushed into the trailer, causing a shiver to run down Y/n spin. it was raining outside and it was coming down hard “I'm sorry Eddie,” Y/n said before walking out of the warm comfort of Eddie's trailer into the cold downpour, closing the door behind him.

Y/n rased home, running as fast as he can without slipping and falling in the rain. When he finally reached home, he rushed inside, slamming it shut behind him. The male leaned against the door and slide down it till his butt made contact with the floor. Y/n sobbed into his hands as he realized that he just told his best friend everything and now… Eddie might hate him. “Honey?” he heard his mom call from her room “baby is that you” her voice sounded closer as he neared the crying boy. Seeing her son huddled against the door crying she rushed to be by his side to help him “honey-bunny what's wrong?” she asked as she rubbed soothing circles on his back. The male sniffed the snot back into his nose

“i-i’m okay mom please,” he said and stood up, his moms standing up with him. She didn't believe him “mama please I'm okay” he chocked out and whipped his eyes “I just want to go to bed” she looked at him with concern, but seeing that he wasn't going to crack, she nodded and watched him walk to his room before returning to her own. That night roman cried and cried till he was out of tears then he stayed up till the sun started to peek over the mountains. Then he passed out.

The metal head on the other hand stared at the spot that his best friend stood in only a few seconds ago. Hundreds of different emotions swelled in his chest and tears flooded his eyes and he collapsed on his knees and whaled. Having closed the closes person in the world to him he didn't know what to do or how to feel or how to act. Eddie sat there for what felt like hours till he had the strange to get on the couch and cry some more. Eddie would then be woken up by his uncle, tear stains on his face. Eddie would just look up at his uncle and start to cry again as he remembered last night's events. His uncle would hold him till he calmed down and fell asleep again. Wayne would drag the sleepy male back to his room and tuck him into bed, ready to talk when Eddie woke up again.

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winderlylandchime · 7 months

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2/2 ‘BEN YOU SUCK! You suck so bad! Fuck you! Mike deserves better! What a piece of shit. Mike, dump him! Dump him hard!’ the Linds/Sam scene is up ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS FUCKING GALLERY?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?! WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK IS HAPPENING?! LINDSAY?! WHAT THE FUCK?! *looks at me* just so we’re clear. It’s not that shes fucking cheating with a dude…it’s just..WHY HIM?! Whats wrong with the blondie’s in this show? First Justin with that dude, now her with this pig. MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOP’ and we are back to Ben and his student ‘oh are you gonna cheat too?! What is going on over here?! BEN STOP KISSING HIM! (The guy reveals that he wants to be infected) WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS SHOW?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?? WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT THE FUCK? MAKE ALL OF THIS STOP!’ And we are finally back to Britin ‘look at Blondie making boner tea! *gasps and points to the tv* HE DRANK IT?! He actually drank it. I thought he’d get offended and angry and throw it. MY BABY IS GROWING UP AND CHANGING! Justin..i dont think it works that fast. (brian tells justin whats bothering him) wait. He’s actually sharing? His problems? He’s talking? With words? Not to sound like a broken record but MY BABY IS GROWING UP!’ And we are officially at the Deb/Joan scene ‘she’s praying for Brian. Oh that’s sweet. HE DOES HAVE THE BIGGEST HEART *he is once again tearing up* (joan pops up) what the fuck are you doing here bitch?! (Joan says at least we have our children) the fuck you do. You don’t have SHIT! NO DEBBIE DO NOT TELL HER! SHE DOESNT DESERVE TO KNOW. Fuck her.’ ‘I missed Emmett and Ted being best friends! This is so nice to see again! I missed them! Dont leave me ever again!’ ‘I swear every attempt they make to try and get Ben less boring, it fails. Because what kind of fuck shit storyline is this?!’ And Joan popped up on the screen ‘for fucks sake! What is she doing here? Brian, you shouldve kicked her out. HA she likes the name, brian pleaseeeeee tell her your boyfriend came up with it! PLEASE! Of course he’s not gonna let me have this (Brian says the maybe bc she loved him line) EXACTLY! And she loves you too. (Joan says she loves brian at that exact moment) not you, you bitch. You dont know love. Fuck you. Brian kick her out. DEBBIE TOLD?! THAT WAS NOT HERS TO TELL! WHAT THE FUCK DEBBIE! God’s plan? What the fuck is she saying? Shes saying that he has cancer because he’s gay? *looks at me* can i throw something at her? Please? If i break the tv, ill buy you a new one (the answer was obviously no to which he groaned like a child) FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH! (Joan says he can still change) he already has! He’s grown so much! BRIAN KICK HER OUT PLEASE! (Brian says he wants to be hard) *starts laughing like an idiot* tell her about the boner tea! Justin would’ve told her, that little shit. (Brian tells that one day in heaven line) poor baby. I want to hug him. Debbie, i wanna fight you so bad! Twice you did this to him! TWICE! What the fuck! Let kids ignore their shitty abusive parents if they want to! (brian realizes that he has a boner) look at god being an *makes fist* ally’ We are at the scene where Drew kisses Emmett and he just gasped and stared with his mouth opened. And back to Britin! ‘Is he looking for Blondie? Of course he is! LOOK AT THEM CELEBRATING A BONER!’ ‘Wait. Ben wrote a new book? Poor mike. Imagine reading your man basically cheated on you and then he gives it to you for an opinion’ unfortunately he only watched these two episodes because he had PT afterwards and then when we came back he was exhausted and went to lay down but let me tell you what also happened..

What is wrong with the blondies on this show? Indeed. They cheat with the worst men. Ever.

AND YES WHY THE FUCK DOES DEBBIE TELL JOAN? Stay the fuck out of Brian’s relationship with his parents.

HE HAS GROWN SO MUCH. Your brother really sees it. Sometimes I feel like I’m in this fandom echo chamber where we each recite the evidence that Brian changes because we want him to grow and change (for his own happiness, no one can tell me he was perfectly happy in the pilot) (and for the ship) but then that seemingly all disappears in S5 so I start to gaslight myself. A complete stranger seeing the series and seeing the changes is so validating. So thank you siblings Anon.

“look at god being an *makes fist* ally” Yes she is!

Look at them celebrating a boner!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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augustinesjournal · 2 years

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Friday, July 9th, 2021 - 1:43pm

i forgot to post here so im gonna post some old entries with my current take on them since im in a better place mentally

"Nobody listens to me. The people who do listen to me aren't real. I'm lightheaded and nauseous, but it's not valid to Mom because I'm not drinking enough water. She always talks to me in this condescending tone. Every word that comes out of her mouth sounds like she's mad at me. But when I try to tell her that, she says some shit like, "Don't talk to me like that!" Really? I tried to tell you how I feel and you basically told me to shut up. I used to tell her everything and now she doesn't want to hear a word I say. I hate it here. I have no one and nothing. Not even a fucking therapist. IM TRYING. I keep saying that but nobody listens to me. I'm trying my best to work with what I have, and I don't have a lot.

Fuck everything."

-Augustine (past)

present me's take: most of this was in my head. the water thing, she was right. i just really didn't want another thing to be my fault, so i convinced myself that something was wrong with me but i had tried eVeRyThInG to fix it. nobody was listening because i wasn't talking to them. i avoided contact like it was deadly. i did have a lot to work with, and i guess i was kinda trying. it's just really hard to not feel depressed cause you're literally ill. it's not as easy as people make it out to be, but it does take time. a lot of it. too much time tbh. depression is an obstacle so horrible it twists your mind.

for me, it took a realization to give me the hope i needed to pull me out of this hole i dug. i give a lot of credit for this realization to the therapist i got about a month after i wrote this. she's still my therapist today and is one of the best things that's ever happened to me. she's the therapist i wanted after watching "Never Have I Ever". i had to get a therapist outside of my healthcare provider because they fucking suck. if you have tried therapy and it didn't work, if you can, please please please try again with a different therapist. i had gone through 5 therapists before finding the one for me. don't give up. my life changed drastically because of it.

hope this gives you realistic proof that the pain does end.

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randomwriteronline · 3 years

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We are stopping in a town. It's a small place and there are things that everybody needs to get (except Sea, because he doesn't need to get anything) and it will be a quick thing.

You don't want to be there.

Technically it's not bad. Because you can't see the adults.

You can smell them and hear them and feel them and you don't want to be anywhere near them at any time.

You told them all you can stay with Epona outside, if she doesn't mind.

(You are always a bit afraid that she will be mad of what you did... Then. Even though Goats says that this is not the same horse. You are not sure, because she smells the same - Moss says all horses smell the same, which is not fully true, because they can smell very different: and Epona smells just like the horse from... Then. And you know it.)

Bell said immediately that he doesn't trust a blind baby alone with a horse.

You told him you're not a baby.

Gold said that still, you're blind, and he too would not trust you alone with a horse.

You didn't want to come anyways.

Your friend told you it would have been better if you came along, just in case. He's scared that if somebody sees you alone they might hurt you.

He knows you can defend yourself but also he doesn't want people to hurt you in general, because he loves you.

You still didn't want to come.

Mouse said you could stay with him if it made you feel safer, and it would have!

But he needed to go to the blacksmiths to do things like make swords (probably), and it's a nasty place, the one of blacksmiths, because it smells bad and it has loud noises and people and it's too hot, and so you said no thank you.

Honestly they all needed to get things in places full of smells and noises and people, so really you were all back to the beginning.

Though Sea didn't need anything. He just wanted to see the armors and that's it.

So he said you could have gone with him!

Gold said that wasn't much different from the situation of the horse and the blind child (that's you).

Sea told him to shut the fuck up because he can protect you damn well on his own (he said those like that, fuck and damn, and it makes you laugh because he says them really hard) because he's big enough, and when he said that he held your hand.

He has a very strange hand, like it's been worked on with ropes, and it feels funny and nice to the touch. You held it back. It's nice.

There was some silence.

You imagine they looked at each other, because that's what that silence sounds like.

Then your friend told you in Terminian to eat their fingers if they act weird, and then told Sea it was fine and you could go together.

You still don't like the place.

It smells everywhere like adults and it's full of noises.

The Woods are noisy too, but in a different way. It doesn't scare you all around - not if you're a Skull Kid ar least. It's noisy in a comforting way, like the murmur of a lullaby.

The smells are too much.

You hide your nose in Sea's hair.

Sea is the right height. He is the right height because when you hug him your arms rest on his shoulders, instead of wrapping around his legs, and your face falls right in his coarse hair, where the smell of the sea is the strongest.

You have weird thoughts on the sea: it reminds you of the Giants, of when you played together, mostly. Sometimes it reminds you of eggs and pirates and it scares you, and you don't like it anymore. But Sea told you more about the sea, and so you think of that: he told you about the boat that talked with a lion head and of his friend Tetra who could beat you in a fight (and you don't know many girls but Tatl was very tough and rough and nice, so it's not hard to believe him), and he told you of treasures and the winds on his face, and of his friends who are also pirates but don't steal eggs, and of the Ocean King and of Linebeck - you don't like him because he's an adult, but you want to meet him anyways because he sounds like the perfect person to pull a prank on.

You think of all that and it's good.

"Are you alright?" Sea asks you.

You nod and hum. You're not very alright, actually, but he helps.

The mask also helps. The Skull Mask, the one your friend gave you. When you put it on it makes you feel safe. Your friend made a very sweet sound when you took it out of your hat to put it on.

You still have that old thing, he said it like that, very nice and sweet and surprised. And you kept it so well too, he told you also.

Of course, you said. It's your gift and I like it very much.

You like to think that your friend smiled.

Sea squeezes your hand. It feels nice.

Somebody yells something your way and you don't really hear the words because it sounds like an adult, and it scares you and you freeze a little.

Sea says fuck off! (very loud, because you fell back a little, in the dark dark inside of your head, and you hear him clearly despite the softening of all senses around you as the other who cannot speak moves to be behind your face), and the somebody laughs with their adult voice.

You don't like that. You don't like that. You don't like that.

(You fall back fully. The back of the dark dark inside of your head feels real. The other stiffens, nails ready.)

Somebody else also talks and Sea yells back at them again.

(The other who also cannot speak moves a little further, just in case thorns and vines might be needed.)

You don't like that. You don't like that. You don't like that.

The adult voices come closer and Sea starts walking faster. You concentrate on the scent of the sea on his shoulder. The adult voices are too loud and you can't smell.

The adult voices keep coming closer and closer and Sea yells worse and worse things at them and they keep laughing and they're loud and a hand grabs your shoulder.

You hiss.

You hiss like a beast.

You hiss like a beast gurgling blood.

One of the adult voices yells Great Din! horrified and lets go of your shoulder, and you hear faintly the adult footsteps falling back while trying to run away.

You hiss more and show your teeth (you hope that you're showing them and that they can see them because they're sharp and they should know you could eat their fingers if you wanted) and shiver so that your body rattles really loud and scary like bones that are breaking.

Sea yells something terrible at them as the adult voices run away and shout and spit something like insults right back at him, but you can't hear anything over your rattles.

Then Sea holds your arm gently, to calm you and make you stop shivering, and he says really soft in your ear: "What was that?"

There is a thing, when you're scared.

Because you fall so back, it's hard to speak.

And the other cannot speak.

The other also cannot speak.

You don't really know why that is.

The words don't work.

They just can't come out.

You move your head up and down like if you were trying to swallow something.

You strain to get to your face and mouth.

"Scared."

That's all that comes out. Your voice rasps against your throat as if you had not drank for a long time.

You fall back to the dark dark inside of your head. The other - not that one, the other - is there now. No use in nails and sharp teeth now. Now there are thorns if needed.

Sea wraps your shoulders in half a hug.

You're gripping his arm really hard - it probably hurts him. You swallow and loosen your hands around him.

"Do you want to eat something?" Sea asks you. He has a very sweet voice. He sounds like he knows how to handle this.

You nod.

Food would be nice.

You hold him tight as he drags you to places. There are smells of adults all around, but soon there's foods too, fruits and vegetables and meats and other things.

This is good.

This makes you go up a little.

"Is fruit ok?" Sea asks you softly.

You nod.

There's many. Many many many. They smell sweet, sweet, sweet, and you don't know which to choose. Sea waits. Maybe he's looking too.

You move a bit to reach your mouth.

" 'icots," you murmur.

"What?"

" 'pricots."

Sea puts one apricot in your hand.

"Take bites," he tells you, "Don't eat it whole."

The juice of the apricot falls down your chin, and you smell it spilling from Sea's teeth too. They are very good apricots. Sea gets prunes, too, and they're very sweet. They're very sweet, and they help you feel better.

(The other who cannot speak and the other who cannot speak fall back in the dark dark inside of your head. You are safe.)

"Are you feeling better?" Sea asks.

You lick the juice off your mouth and nod.

You are safe.

"I wanted to see some armor." Sea tells you, very nicely. "I saw a shop with some outside - could you manage to go?"

There will be adults, that's sure. But Sea was very nice, and calmed you down with fruit (you hear the sound of rupies on wood and feel Sea straining forward a little - he's paying for the apricots and plums), and if he finds the armor maybe you can get it for him, like a gift! Like a thank you gift.

You nod.

"We go," you murmur.

Sea holds your hand and pulls you along, through the smells and noises, and you sink your face in his shoulder and the sea rises to wrap around you like a blanket.

He is so so soft.

The shop smells like things left to soak and dry out in the sun, fabric and some metal.

Somebody, an adult moves closer to you on the wooden floor - you hear the clacking of shoes - and you hide a little more behind Sea's good smelling shoulder.

"Do you need help?" it sounds like it's a lady who speaks.

"Are we allowed to touch or should we...?" Sea begins. The hand you hold squeezes back at you.

"Of course," the lady says.

Sea says thank you, and another thing, and the shoes go away on the wooden floor. He puts your hand on a metal thing: "Look at that!" he whispers, excited.

You spread your palm on it. It's cold, and it sinks deep in the metal in certain places, like it's covered in weird carvings. They make very good drawings: it's like a long snake, or a flower, or a weird kind of spiral full of angles all over. It's kind of big.

"It's so neat, isn't it?" Sea says.

You find it just nice. You don't like it much, armors and metal. But the drawings are nice.

"It's neat," you reply.

You like to think Sea is grinning.

"I'm gonna try this on," he says, and walks a little to the side.

You follow him.

He gently pries his arm free from your fingers: "Look if there's something you like," he tells you.

You grab his arm again.

"I'll be right here," Sea assures you. "You can smell me, right? I'll be right here."

"Hm." you think. "I'll look for armor."

"You want some too?"

"No, for you."

And off you go.

You sniff out all the big pieces of metal in the area and check all of them while avoiding the lady at all costs. Most of these are really boring and plain, though - not even a drawing or carving on them! Maybe you could make some. But you're not really sure how carving metal works. Maybe you could ask Mouse. He makes swords mostly, but maybe he can do carvings and drawings on armor. You should ask him before getting it.

Wait! This one... It's made of small pieces of metal, not big plates. They feel fun under your fingers and they're shaped like drops, or scales. More like scales. If you shake it it makes a fun sound.

This one is nice.

You follow the smell of the sea back to Sea, with the metal clinking in your arms: "Sea," you call once you're close enough.

A lot of metal falls.

The noise makes you cringe.

"Don't sneak up on me like that!" Sea yells quietly.

You ignore his words and raise the clinking scales: "For you."

You wait until you feel the weight of the scale-armor being lifted from your palms even just a little and let go of it completely: it falls on itself and on Sea’s arms with a tinkering sound. Before he can stop you or tell you anything you're gone already, off to find more nice metal if there's any.

Your hand runs across fabrics to find harsher materials among the flow of cloth. They all feel smooth and rough, mostly, and not much more, and when you test your own shirt in your palm it feels not much different.

The armors are the same boring ones you already found. Are there no others?

You whine.

(Very softly - so the lady can't hear you.)

Maybe there's nice fabrics.

You can't see what colors they are, but Moss can always dye them if Sea doesn't like how they look, so maybe if the cloth feels good you can get that for Sea instead of armor.

Would Sea like smoother or rougher cloth?

Smoother is nicer.

It feels nicer on the body.

You will look for the smoother fabrics and if they are good you will take them to him.

That sounds nice.

You sort through the rougher pieces to get to the ones that begin to slide off of your touch so smooth that you can almost see the light dancing on their folds. There's shirts and pants and tunics and capes, and sometimes belts. Maybe some have drawings... It would be nice to know that. You'll ask Sea.

Oh! This one has beads. Pretty.

And this?

This...

This feels good. This feels so good. It's like... It's like really short fur, on one side, and something soft and nice on the other - it feels good! If you run your hand up it scratches a little and feels weird and if you run it down it feels soft and nice and so so so so so so good and what is this? It feels good! So good! You like it so much. So much. It's so good. What is it? It's so good. It feels great.

"Sea," you call as you keep holding and releasing the fabric - it's so good, it feels so good, so good! - "Sea! Sea!"

"Can I help you?"

You slam back into the dark dark inside of your head.

The other who cannot speak (not the other with hands like claws, the other with thorns) is up behind the face and the mask.

Your shoulders stiffen, your legs stiffen, holding tight the fabric you take a few steps back. Scent. The ocean sways up to your nose faintly, traces a path in the space: you turn and go, go, go, as fast as you can.

The saltwater meets you halfway. You nearly slam right into it.

Your hands hold onto him, his body is turned to shield you. The scent is strong enough to drown out the approaching footsteps.

"I'm sorry," the lady speaks softly - she didn't expect it maybe. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I was... I thought your sister might have needed..."

Sea doesn't answer immediately. His head turns a little (his hair brushes the mask).

"Ah - I'm sorry, 's shy," he finally says. His hand wraps around yours protectively, and his voice is kind of sheepish: "Yes, 's just really shy with strangers is all."

The lady might be smiling a little. Her sigh seems relieved.

"We've got this, thank you," Sea says nicely.

The lady walks away saying that if you need help you can call her. You won't. But thanks.

The sea calms you.

You're safe.

"What's wrong?" Sea asks you.

The fabric - in your hand. You reemerge from the dark dark inside of your head and shove the good cloth against him, grinning: "This."

He grabs it. His grip feels confused.

"It feels weird? Bad?"

"No! No no, touch it - it's good, right? It's so good - touch it, touch it! It's so good, right?"

"It's... I guess it's nice, yes."

"You like it?"

Sea waits a moment.

"You like it?"

"Yes, it's nice to the touch."

"You want it?"

Another moment.

"You want it?"

"It's a skirt."

So? "You want it?"

"Skull Kid, it's a skirt."

"Ok, but you want it?"

"I - no, Skull Kid, it's a skirt, it's a girl thing. Girls wear them."

Hm.

"Ok. But do you want it or not."

"I said no!"

"But it's so nice."

"I- it's - do you want it?"

"I asked you."

"I know, I said no. Now, do you want it?"

Do you?

"I wanted to get things for you," you murmur sheepishly. Your hands play with the fabric. "To thank you. For the fruit and before."

Sea makes a sound. You're not sure what it sounds like.

"If you want it you should get it." Sea tells you, and he sounds kind of like a brother, only a little bit.

"And for you?"

"I haven't found anything," Sea huffs, "It's all the wrong size and it stiffens me too much."

"Even the scales?"

"They're just really heavy,” Sea tells you. He sounds sheepish, and it makes you feel really bad, because you brought the scales to him thinking they’d be good, but you were wrong.

Do you look sorry? You probably look sorry. Sea puts his hand on you and it’s saltwater crawling up your cheek: “It’s fine, I never find any that I like! It’s not like they’re that good anyways - they takes away all the slinkyness, you know?”

“The sneaky?” you murmur.

“Yeah!” Sea’s voice gets a little lower and his hair brushes on your head, and you remember he said it’s yellow, yellow, yellow. “Can you imagine your friend crawling in tunnels and through bushes?”

You snicker. He’d make a mess! He’d get stuck down like a turtle on its back.

Sea snickers with you (you imagine he’s grinning); he pushes the nice feeling cloth in your hands and shoves you a little into curtains that smell like dust and old air. Does he want you to try it on? You search a little with your hands for an opening and pull it over your hat until it sits on your shoulders. You wave your arms: it feels nice, the flapping, and it dances around his neck, and the fabric under the fuzz is smooth and so so so nice.

“That’s not how you wear a skirt!” Sea laughs.

“It’s nice though!” you argue.

Sea pulls it back up a bit to make your arms slide out of it - you’re so thin, they slip right through. Your shirt poofs up when the fabric falls down, down, down to the floor. Maybe you’re too thin. Sea fastens it around you with his belt.

You hands clasp around it. It’s soft and fuzzy and smooth and good, so good, so nice, and then you wave it up for a second and oh sacred Grove. You wave it up and down more. Oh sacred Grove sweet secrets of the Lost Woods oh Giants this is amazing. You flap your arms and then you flap them stronger and laugh because it feels so! So!! So!!

Sea says something and his hands weigh on the folds to stop them but you can’t hear him over the flapping and the feeling the flapping gives you because it’s so so good and you want to feel it forever.

Or at least until your arms are tired.

Ok, now your arms are tired.

You still giggle.

“You like it?” Sea asks. You know he knows you do, but still, you nod a lot.

He holds your hand and drags you nicely to the lady’s counter.

Wait. Does he want to pay for it?

Before the lady can say anything or Sea can move you lift your hat and shake it on the table. You shake it for a while, trying to think how much tinkering you should hear before you stop: how much is a skirt worth? ... Hm, this much. Like this should be enough. The lady doesn’t say anything so it’s probably the right much. Ok you can go bye see you never! Sea pulls you a little more to keep you there and tries to say something, but you’re very tired now, so your hand pops off and you go out of the door (the skirt makes a good feeling when walking).

There’s some words and tinkering, and then sea water smell rushes up to you.

“What was that?” Sea asks you, and he almost shouts.

“Paid for it.” you say simply.

“With all these?!” the clinging noise makes you think he has his arms full of rupies and he’s showing them to you.

“Were they enough?”

“They are way too many!”

“But they were enough.”

“That’s not - how did you eve have these?”

You shrug. “I find them,” you say: “I used to look for the prettier ones. The red and the orange ones I like the most, and the purple ones. But they’re all nice.”

Sea inhales like he’s about to say something, then stops.

“How do they fit in your hat?” he asks you.

“It’s a very good hat.” you answer.

Sea says nothing.

“You can keep them if you want,” you say. It’s good enough, right?

Because Sea didn’t find anything. But if he needs anything, it’s like you pay for it. So he doesn’t have to worry. It’s good enough, right?

“Really?” Sea asks.

You nod.

“You’re all weird,” Sea says, like he can’t believe it, but not in a nasty way.

“And you’re silly.” you grin.

“Am not!”

“Yes you are, yes you are!”

He shoves you a little with his shoulder - he clings and tinkers, so he’s putting the rupies away.

“What color is it?” you ask suddenly.

“Uh?” he fumbles a bit with something. “The skirt -? It’s, uh, it’s very dark green, but sometimes not.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you move it the fuzz shifts and makes these very bright splashes of light.”

“Oh!”

That must look beautiful.

“Once we’re with the others, you give me my belt back.”

“You want another one?”

“No, don’t worry. We’ll ask L- Gold, to make the waist a little smaller.”

“I wanna wear it on my shoulders too, though.”

“I don’t think you will be able to do that - you’ve got a big head.”

“I’ll pop it off then.”

“Ha! Oh, wait, about that...”

Sea puts your hand back on your wrist.

“Oh! Thank you,” you say, and you bump your face on his cheek, “I forgot it.”

Sea makes a laugh like a bird with a sore throat: “How can you forget that kind of thing?!”

You shrug, and blow a raspberry on his neck for fun. Sea hits his head on the horns of the Skull Mask, not enough to get hurt for real, and shoves his palm in your face as you both snicker; his body is soft and salty and it smells so very much like that ocean so wide and blue and beautiful that he lives in.

#Skull kid #skullkid #linked universe #wind lu #time lu #warriors lu #four lu #legend lu #random writing #second person narration #wow this took. so long #wind as a slew of silver/purple/orange/yellow rupies fall from skull kid's hat: wHAT the fUCK #skull kid is supposed to have dissociative identity disorder #all fronts are called skull kid as well #if i wrote it wrong PLEASE tell me and ill do my best to change it

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morgansunflower · 2 years

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The Things I Miss

Jason Todd X al Ghul/Wayne! Reader

Bruce Wayne X Talia al Ghul.

Words:1261

Warnings:heavy angst, suggestive content, deaf character.

Jason can't hear....

Arthur's notes! Jason is deaf, so I wrote the characters doing sign language.. I hope I did good! Let me know your thoughts! I enjoyed it enough I may do more deaf! Characters of you all think so. BTW Reader is pregnant with Damian.

Jason's P. O. V

My other senses have intensified as I only rely on my sight. I learned sign language and am able to read lips. I'd wear a hearing aid but I can't afford that shit and I don't even want to think about asking Bruce and Talia. I really miss music.. Being able to just hear the small things like birds chirping, being able to hear if everything is OK. I'm not going to miss the sound of gunshots. Though most of all I miss hearing Y/N's voice more than anything else. She's the only one who knows I can't hear a thing. She has surprised me learning sigh language so we could better communicate... I didn't cry..

Y/N's P. O. V

Jason and I lock arm's walking up the steps to the Manor. He stops by the door. I kiss his cheek and walk to open the door. I stop in the middle of my tracks as I noticed Jason's hands moving. I turn to look at him.

He signed 'don't tell anyone'

I sadly smiled. 'our family loves you they need to know'

He scoffed and signed 'bullshit'

I step back to him and hug him. I feel by his pause he did not expect it. He wraps his strong arms around me. We both went inside. After being greeted by the family I noticed Jason no where to be seen.

Jason's P. O. V

I walk into my old bedroom and see my guitar. I pick it up, I am so close to breaking it. I feel a soft touch on my shoulder.

I focus on how my throat moves and say "Talia"

She turns me around and takes the guitar out of my hand. She places it on the bed. She looks at me with a genuinely hurt expression. She moves her arms and begins to use sign language.

'I am your mother you should have informed me'

I take a deep breath, I should have known she would have figured it out 'I know don't tell B'

'why? You know he loves you'

I shrug my shoulders. I take a deep breath. The last few months have been.. Hard. I can't imagine how much worse I'd be without Y/N.

Y/N's P. O. V

... I feel a gentle touch on my shoulder. I open my eyes and see my father with a glass of water with some f/f.

"oh thanks, I must've fell asleep" I said delighted and take the glass.

"you are ill, what are your symptoms?" he asked sitting beside me.

I swallow hard. Shit. "oh nothing dad I'm ok, honest"

"you lie just like your mother" he said with a soft chuckle.

"ok so I'm not exactly feeling my best, but I am OK.."

"Y/N" he said with a genuine worried tone. "you've been absent from patrol, and have not been home for weeks.. Why?"

I take a deep breath "I'm 14 weeks pregnant" I mumbled. "I know you're probably not--" I stammer as he takes my hand.

"I'm grateful nothing is wrong. Does Jason know?" he asked

"no, he's been going through a lot right now" I softly sighed.

"nightmares?" he asked

"yeah, but.." I stammer as I hear Alfred announcing that dinner is ready.

I sit on my chair next to my husband. I see my food with a glass of wine... Dammit. I hear my phone ring. I look a text from my dad.

-I poured your wine out and replaced it with grape juice. As well as, I ask you to please tell your mother soon-

-thanks dad. Why she smell your fear?-

He did not reply to me. I softly smile to myself. That night I desperately need some sleep. I lay on the couch and allow myself some sleep.

Jason's P. O. V

I lean down and kiss my sleeping wife's lips. I then cup her very small bump. A baby, a little baby was right there. It was our baby. I noticed weeks ago when her body started to change, in the best ways. I could smell her vomit from a mile away. I can see how drained she is, but still beautifully glows. The way her boobs were definitely larger and her abdomen was getting a little bigger by each week as our baby grew. I want to give her time to decide when she wants to talk or use sign language I guess. The only thing that hurt me more was knowing I'd never hear the baby's Heartbeat, never hear the baby laugh or cry. I feel a gentle rub on my back. I look seeing her with her face full of adoration. She cups my cheeks and kisses me. She's the only reason I don't feel broken. I changed for her, only her. We part for a moment. I can't believe I'm going to be a dad.

She moved her arms 'you are going to be a amazing dad'

'I love you both' I signed my emotions threatening to get the better of me.

'we love you' Y/N signed as, her tears started to fall.

'I miss your voice' I kissed her lips and then part.

Talia's P. O. V

Bruce and I laid in bed without a single word between us. Should I tell him? Jason asked me not to but I hate secrets.

"I did not see much of our daughter, how did she seem to you?" I asked

He cleared his throat "she was.. Good.. Jason?"

"he's had better days" I sighed "Bruce has Jason.. Acted different on patrol?"

"only that he is ignoring me immensely" he replied. "why? Is something wrong? Is he OK?" he asked with a genuine tone.

"he asked me not to tell you, but.. When the explosion happened 6 months ago.. He.. He can't hear Bruce" I said my voice breaking, I can't imagine how scared he is.

"what?!!" Bruce asked completely appalled. He placed his palm on his forehead in a defeated manner.

"Beloved there is no way you could have possibly known"

"I should have seen it, I should have--" Bruce sighed heavily

I gently rub his back "enough, I won't have you doubting yourself Beloved" I demanded.

He rest his head on my own "they need to come home, they're going through too much to be alone"

Jason's P. O. V

3 weeks later. Bruce and Talia called in a family emergency, for what I have no fucking idea. Y/N and I step inside, I see my whole family.

Tim moved his arms 'I already have known about your struggles for a long time brother'

Stephanie smiled widely 'I may make sense or probably not but try hard'

Cass gently smiled 'you don't have to worry about me making sense'

I look at Duke as he signed 'we love you man'

Dick grinned 'hey Little-Wing, don't forget that you are still able to lean on your big brother'

Barbara softly smiled 'we care about you don't ever need to keep secret from us'

Alfred smiled at me 'do not forget where, your family is my boy'

Bruce had a genuine smile on his face, I'm not going to fucking cry! 'son don't neglect to remember that I care'

Bruce, and Talia walk to me with my gift in there hands. I knew exactly what it was. I take a shaky breath. I give it to Y/N.

I can't believe in doing this, I feel my eyes shake 'family'

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therenlover · 3 years

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Therenlover’s Official Fanfic Glossary!

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Vision

American Horror Story

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Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

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Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

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Star Wars

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Assorted/Random

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Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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taco-bell-mitchy · 3 years

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I Don’t Like You

Rindou x F!Reader

-Someone likes you, but they’d jump out a window before they admit it. Literally.

Warnings: cussing, annoying Ran, minor violence (?)

School confessions were always so awkward. Especially when greeted with rejection. So Rindou Haitani was writing his, he cringed. He simply couldn’t keep these feelings in any longer. He also didn’t know how to express his feelings very well. So what was he supposed to do? Just tell you he likes you? It’s not like you would even believe it. Which he doesn’t blame you for. As Rin seems to have a resting bitch face.

Anything he tells you, you either take it the wrong way because of his face, or he says it wrong because of his well…face. His tone can be quite monotone as well which doesn’t help. So when you change you hair style one day and he stares at you, you automatically never do it again as you think he’s disgusted at it. Or when he ask, “Is that a new shirt?” With a plain face and bored eyes you assume he also doesn’t think it’s very cute. So even if he did try to confess in person, you’d probably think he’s playing a sick joke.

Crumpling up another letter he became infuriated. He just can’t seem to get his feelings right. His cheeks are burning red as he’s writing all of them. Ran see his brothers irritability but leaves him alone for a while, until he can’t get over the annoyed yelling.

“Okay what’s wrong?” Ran asked leaning on the door frame, “Nothing.” Rindou’s irritability was visible even more in his voice. Ran looked around the room at crumpled papers and smirked while picking one up.

“Dear y/n, I know I’m not the best at expressing myself but I’m truly in love with you-”

“STOP IN RAN!!!” Rindou screamed at brother like a toddler asking for a cookie. Rindou’s face had furrowed brows but his scarlet cheeks told another story. “My little brother is writing a love letter~” Rindou looked away, “Shut up, I’m trying my best.” Ran sighed with a smile while crouching down next to his brother. “Your big brother is to the rescue. We’ll write the best love letter ever.” Rindou shook him away, “I don’t need your help Ran. Besides I’m not gonna even wrote it anymore I’m done.” Ran shrugged while walking out his room, “Well, a bit of advice still, just write what you want her to know, how you actually feel. Goodnight~”

The next morning Rindou shoved his school supplies and folders into his bag once more and ran to school. He was sleep deprived from all the writing he had done. Only in the end deciding not to even give it to her. He got to school eventually and eased into the day.

Today I got to school early. Unlike most days. I walked into the classroom sitting in my assigned seat. Looking beside me towards the window where Rindou Haitani usually sat earlier than me. I was a bit relieved he wasn’t here today. Though, yes he was easy on eyes, every single day and second he seemed to want to murder me.

He would ask if my clothing was new with such a bored face as if he were judging me for my choice. Or I would change my hair style for a hair and I’d watch him stare into my heart and soul the whole day. Sometimes when I’m laughing with friends, later in the day they’d tell he was glaring daggers at them too. It always seemed like no matter what I did it didn’t impress him. It didn’t bother me at first but now I just wonder why he hates me.

That’s when he walked in. Messy hair and wide eyes. It’s the most expression I’ve ever seen him have. I looked down to hide my face. I admit, my feelings towards him were…complicated. The reason I wondered he hated me was because I felt anything but hate towards him. When he wasn’t looking at me, he seemed so peaceful. On my way home I’d see him laughing with his brother and being a normal guy. Though he was a delinquent he still was charming. Yet he hates me.

I was pulled out of my thinking at a second loud voice. Ran Haitani. Huh? He wasn’t in this class. The first Haitani brother, well I see him as second, was never here. So it’s odd for him to be loudly yelling to his younger brother. “Aye Rindou!! I think you accidentally packed something of mine. Can I check?” Rindou looked over to him and sighed, “Whatever.” Ran’s smile seemed to lighten.

He rummaged through Rin’s backpack. Finally pulling out a sheet of paper. It seemed to be folded and messy. Ran yelled a quiet ‘yah’ and unfolded it. He looked over at me and since I was already staring at him we made eye contact. “Y/n! This is for you!” Rindou looked up at what he was holding and as I went to reach it Rindou grabbed it.

“Stop it! Don’t fucking touch things that aren’t yours.” I pulled my hand back at his harsh tone. Ran frowned, “Stop being a pussy Rin, just give it up-” Rin held the paper tighter. “It’s none of your business Ran leave me alone. And you,” he pointed towards me, “Dont listen to him he’s an annoying fuck who doesn’t know anything.” I felt awkward especially with the disgust in his eyes. At least it always felt like disgust when he stared at me. Ran grabbed the paper again but Rin struggled leaving Ran pushing Rindou against the open window.

Ran stared Rindou hard in the eyes, “I won’t let go of this.”

“I know”

“I wish push you out this window if you really want it to not be seen.”

Rindou felt his heart race is frustration, “Do it. I won’t change my mind.” And not to Rindou’s surprise. He actually did. The few students rushed to window, we were only on the second story, but it was still sure to hurt. I, too, rushed to the window. And I saw Rindou’s face as he stared up at us while laying in the bushes. I laughed as he mouthed a ‘fuck you’ to his brother. Who simply laughed and flipped him off.

I hurried down to him, even if he rejected me now, or looked at me with disgusted eyes, or if cussed me out. I’d go to him this time with no regrets. So as I rushed down to my luck I still see him there. Now he’s sitting upright brushing leaves off him with a pained expression. I walk over to him crouching down. He looked up at me with the same cold eyes. I smiled at him offering a hand.

“Hey. You okay?” He stood up gripping my hand softly, “Yeah sorry about earlier, Ran can be a lot.” I nodded it became silent between us I stared down. We still held hands. He was about to let go but I pulled harder, “Wait! I have to tell you something.” His eyes peeked in interest. “Yes?” I let go of his hand and held my own. Breathing in I finally said, “I know you aren’t quite fond of me but I hope you at least get to know me better because I like you. I think if you get to know me better it’ll be easier to like me right? I mean I understand if you like someone else or even if you’re dating someone then sorry! But I can’t keep this in forever-” I stopped talking at his bubbly laughter

“You sure do talk a lot, yeah?” I laughed a little too at that. I stopped when I felt him reach to intertwine our fingers. “Yeah, I guess you’re okay or whatever.” I looked up at him and smiled, “Thats cool or whatever.” I say mocking him. He smiled wider and looked towards the school door. “I guess we should be getting to class right now, come on let’s go.” I followed with our hands still intertwined. The paper in his other hand.

“What is that by the way?” Rindou’s face went red, “haha nothing…” I nodded and put aside my curiosity. He looked down at me and we made eye contact, “Let’s go when thing straight though, I definitely don’t like you.” I rolled my eyes, “Yeah okay Rindou, you definitely don’t like me.”

But you both knew. He definitely did like you.

Bonus:

“Y/n did he give you the letter!” Ran yelled excitingly towards me. I stared at him in confusion. “What?”

“I saw you two walking while holding hands so he gave the letter right?” I shook my head, “No, I was the one that confessed. I didn’t even know he had a letter.” Ran smirked with mischief. “I thought that might happen so i saved an old copy.” He gave me a wink and handed me the letter.

I read the letter which read,

“Dear Y/n,

I’ve liked you for a while now. No, loved you. I hope that doesn’t sound to bold but it’s the truth. I wish you could see the way I stare at you with so much love, but apparently most people don’t see it as love but more of disgust or ill intent. Still, it is love. I’ve always been afraid to admit it to you because I don’t want you to reject me. Now I hope you can really tell my true feelings. I want to hold your hands and kiss your face and have you in many vulnerable ways. Is this to straightforward? Ah I don’t know, it’s hard to write this and as I am I’m very confused. I hope one day you’ll just be able to see how much I love you. With my touch and stares. So please accept my confession.

Sincerely,

Rindou Haitani”

I smiled with my eyes a bit watery at how cheesy it was. “Wow Ran. We gotta make fun of him for this forever yeah?” Ran laughed loud. “oh I definitely like you!”

I think we’ll all get along fine. Oh and I was definitely gonna tease Rin.

#I DONT KNOW WHO TO WRITE FOR LOL #Rindou x reader #rindou x you #rindou x y/n #Rindou Haitani #Rindou #haitani brothers #Haitani #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers #Rindou oneshot

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xcertaindarkthingsx · 3 years

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make you mine

pairing: jealous!mando x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been traveling with the Mandalorian for a while now as a healer and caretaker for the Child. one day, the Mandalorian needs your specific skills to help him catch a bounty, and needless the say he is NOT happy about it.

warnings: two idiots that don’t know they like each other, some fluff and yearning, a smidge of possessiveness/jealousy, canon-typical violence, swearing in basic and mando’a, brief mentions of unwanted touching, mentions of taking care of injuries/stitching and blood, SMUT 18+ (minors BEGONE), porn w/ plot i guess, thigh riding, finger sucking, grinding, a lil’ dirty talk (if i miss any just please let me know!)

word count: 7.6k (i’m soRRY)

a/n: WHEW OK so i originally wrote this for #dincember but because i suck at deadlines and take forever to write it just turned into something else. reader is a lil insecure but mando makes it all better (self-projection, anyone?) ummm, this is my first time writing for din AND my first time writing smut but i hope you guys like it! comments/likes/reblogs/feedback are completely welcome and much appreciated! i apologize if this is a mess kladjflkd but shoutout to @a-dorin and @princessxkenobi for being wonderful beta readers and helping me when i got stuck. i am planning on making this a two parter, so if you want to be added to my tag list let me know! if you prefer to read on ao3 you can do so here . mando’a translations at the end!

gif credit: @bestintheparsec

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Soft coos filled the air inside the Razor Crest as you desperately tried to rock the Child back to sleep. You were almost certain he was starting to get hungry, but you were out of snacks and Mando had told you not to leave the ship under any circumstances.

You had been traveling with the Mandalorian for a while now, after being picked up on Arvala-7. You were a healer—a pretty damn good one, if you had anything to say about it—and had patched him up after a bounty hunt gone wrong.

The Mandalorian thought your services would be helpful if things ever got a little dicey again, so he asked you along for the ride (the reality was you had nagged and scolded him so much about how cauterizing was not the answer for every wound, that he eventually caved just to get you to stop). There wasn’t really anything tying you to Arvala-7, so you agreed.

Plus, the Child had taken a real liking to you, and how could you say no to that precious face?

The Mandalorian was an odd man—well, no. Not odd. More like intriguing, and you were drawn to it. It had been quiet and awkward the first few months. He was a rigid man of few words, never speaking more than necessary (unless he thought he was alone with the kid; the way he spoke with him made your heart melt). But after countless late nights together of taking care of the Child and constantly tending to his injuries, you were surprised to find there was a sense of gentleness under all that beskar.

The Mandalorian had been just as surprised as you when he found himself warming up to your presence. It was all the little moments that had snuck up on him, the stolen glances and lingering touches, and now his heartbeat seemed to quicken every time you were together.

Little did he know, yours did too.

At the sound of the hatch door opening, you looked up. You watched as the Mandalorian walked up the platform, admiring his strut. How someone could look so good just walking, you had no idea, but it was maddening.

“No bounty?” you called out, turning the kid in your arms so he would be facing out towards his dad. It was unusual that Mando hadn’t found the target yet, but you were just thankful he was in one piece for now. He shook his head.

“Not yet. I ran into some… complications,” he huffed and even though his voice was laced with frustration, it put you at ease. Being on the ship alone for nearly the whole day, sometimes you just missed hearing that husky baritone filtering through his modulator.

Not to mention you thought it was sexy as hell.

You quirked an eyebrow at him. “Complications?”

He heaved a deep sigh, lifting a hand for the Child to grab, which he took happily. “Hey, kid,” he whispered, and you smiled as the Child babbled back. Mando turned his helmet towards you and continued. “Yes, but I found a contact who should be able to give more information. I came back for you and the kid first. I know you guys must be hungry.”

You nodded at the same time the little green bean gave a resounding coo, earning a soft chuckle from the both of you. “I’ll get the pram ready.”

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After a quick stop in the marketplace for supplies, Mando had led you two into what seemed to be the only bar in town. It was only late afternoon, leaving it nearly empty, save for a few older patrons lazily sipping on glasses of ale. You ignored the way the Weequay behind the bar seemed to look you up and down.

Mando set you and the kid up with two bowls of soup at a table nearby while he talked business with his contact, who happened to be the bartender. Sipping your soup, you tried not to eavesdrop as the two began to fall into what you would call a heated discussion. On Mando’s end. Apparently, this was a particularly “difficult” target.

“Lucky for you, he’s got an eye for pretty girls,” the bartender drawled, jutting his chin at you. “She’ll do fine.”

Your head snapped up from your task of feeding the child, spoon mid-air. “Excuse me?”

“No. Absolutely not,” resounded Mando’s gruff voice from under the helmet.

“Listen, Mando. This guy is high-profile, practically untouchable, bodyguards with him at all times. And I’m not talkin’ your run of the mill pair of idiots that can’t shoot for a damn, I’m talkin’ highly trained mercenaries.” The Weequay sighed. “I don’t doubt your skills as a Mandalorian, but you’re just one man. You need to get him alone, and she is your only way of doing that,” he insisted.

“I said, no,” Mando gritted out. You were non-negotiable.

The bartender just shrugged. “Then consider this a loss, cause you’re not getting anywhere near him.”

Your heart hammered in your chest listening to the two of them argue. Embarrassment flooded your cheeks, remembering the way the bartender eyed you when you walked in. All you wanted to do at this point was bury yourself in the confines of your room in the Razor Crest.

Mando seemed final in his decision, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he didn’t want you involved or if he thought you simply lacked the skills to do so. He could probably tell you weren’t really the seducing type, and truthfully the thought of trying to do was mortifying.

But Mando needed this, right? You thought of all the things he’s done for you, how he’s protected and provided for you. This was the least you could do for him. You could deal with one night of potential discomfort so he could get his bounty. It was a lot of credits.

“I’ll do it.”

Mando snapped his head around at you so fast, it was a miracle he hadn’t hurt himself. “For the last time, I said you are no—”

“I’m doing it,” you said a little more forcefully, cutting him off. You didn’t need to see his face to know he was staring daggers into you from underneath the helmet, but it was going to take more than a dirty look to get you to change your mind.

“Excellent!” the bartender’s cheery voice cut through the tension in the room. “Come on back, I’ve got an old dress an ex-girlfriend left behind that you could probably use.”

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The dress in question was a slinky black number that had you freezing your ass off in the cold of the desert night.

The dress was too… everything. Too short, too revealing, too tight; but the only other thing you had to wear were some oversized t-shirts and utility pants, which aren’t exactly sexy, so you were shit out of luck.

Mando nearly choked when you came out of your room, thankful for the helmet for hiding his widened eyes and agape mouth. You looked absolutely ravishing, the black fabric clinging to all the right places on your figure. His eyes roved over the valley of your chest, the curve of your hips, the length of your legs, and his hands balled into fists, just aching to hold you. It’s as if your skin was begging to be touched.

You cleared your throat, feeling incredibly exposed and wondering what in the blazes Mando was looking at because you were certain you looked absolutely ridiculous. The noise shook him out of whatever daze he was in and he quickly shifted his gaze.

“Not a word,” you warned, wobbling down the platform. As bad as the dress was, the heels it came with were somehow worse. “I feel ridiculous.”

“You shouldn’t,” he answered a little too quickly. “You look…” words were lost on him as he tried to find the right one. One that wouldn’t make it obvious that he was losing his kriffing mind in front of you. “Good,” he finally decided on, and mentally kicked himself for it. Good?

You gave him an exasperated look. “I know you’re just being nice.”

He opened his mouth to argue but was interrupted by an ill-timed fit of babbling from the kid. You had bent down as best you could to give him a little pat on the head and he could feel a lump forming in his throat.

Mando couldn’t express how much he didn’t want you to do this. And well, he tried. The whole way back to the ship, in fact. But for some reason you were completely hell-bent on doing this for him, and he didn’t know how to explain that you and your safety meant more to him than a few thousand credits.

The reality was, Mando wanted you. He never thought he’d be so fond for someone besides the Child, but you were the exception. And even though he wanted to make you his, he knew it would be selfish of him to pursue you, to claim you, when he couldn’t give you everything you deserved; his Creed prevented him from doing so.

But Mando was a greedy man, so he took what he could get. He drank up all the kindness you so freely gave him, like a parched soul wandering in the desert, and cherished every little moment the two of you shared. They probably meant nothing to you, but they were everything to him. And he wanted more.

Not only was he a greedy man, but a stingy one as well. The thought of anyone other than him seeing you in that dress was enough to send his thoughts into a jealous frenzy.

“You don’t have to do this,” he tried to reason again.

You placed a gentle hand on the soft spot between his pauldron and neck and offered a small smile. “Don’t worry, Mando. Everything will be fine.”

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Everything was, in fact, not fine.

The night had started well enough. After all of Mando’s failed attempts at dissuading you again, he had finally resigned to silently stewing in his disapproval rather than voicing it.

You entered the bar while he stayed behind and watched closely from the outside. He had given you a comms device, that, with the push of a button, would let him know you were alone with the bounty and it was time for him to step in.

“Just press it, and I will be right there,” he assured, his gloved fingers pressing the device firmly into your bare palm. Something about the protective tone of his voice stirred something in you. You nodded before looking away, trying to ignore your racing heart.

The bar was rowdy that night, patrons hooting and howling from the booze. The smell of stale spice and death sticks wafted in the air, making you wrinkle your nose. Your newfound bartender friend had waved you over, pointing out the target with a nod of his head.

Your eyes fell on a Pantoran man across the bar with a drink in his hand, dozens of black suits surrounding him. His associates—a Rodian and another Pantoran—seemed to all be talking business. The bartender wasn’t kidding about this guy’s security.

How the hell am I supposed to get this guy’s attention? You desperately racked your head for subtle ideas but came to a halt when his eyes met yours. Kriff, he had caught you staring. So much for subtle. Trying not to panic, you flashed your best coy smile before turning back towards the bar.

Somehow, that was enough to give him the courage to approach you.

Cocky bastard, you thought as he swaggered on up to you, leaning in close, leering. With his chiseled features and striking yellow markings, you would’ve called him handsome— if you didn’t already know what a sleazebag he was. An air of arrogance surrounded him, the type that made him think he could get whatever he wanted with a flash of those pearly whites. Typical douche. You wanted to smack him for being so close.

Instead, you flashed another winning smile. Placing a hand on his shoulder, you leaned in close and with a breathy whisper of, ‘Let’s get out of here’ he was tossing credits to the bartender and signaling to his guards that he was leaving with you.

The Weequay had shot you a knowing look as he watched you leave; a warning. You assured him that everything was fine with a slight nod of your head.

The asshole had his arm snaked around you, hand on your ass, as you made your way to the motel just across the street. You fought back the urge to throttle him, instead fawning about how, ‘I can’t wait to be alone with you, darling.’

Your hands began to clam up as he retrieved the keys from the clerk, and you tried to convince yourself that everything would be fine once you clicked the button on your comm from the inside of the room.

Wrong.

Immediately after the Pantoran locked the door, the unease in your stomach began to grow. Bile rose in your throat at his grinning face, the way he fidgeted and licked his lips as he pressed you into the wall. A hand landed on your bare thigh, trailing dangerously high, where you shuddered in disgust at the feeling.

“We’re gonna have so much fun,” he whispered, and that was your cue to press the comms device you were desperately clutching in your small purse. Your mistake was failing to mask the faint beeping noise it emitted. Your companion stiffened at the sound, pressing you further into the wall.

“What the hell did you just do?” he growled, using the other hand to rip your arm from your purse. He stared at the comms device with contempt, before turning his attention back to me. “You bi—”

He never got to finish, because the next thing you knew your Mandalorian was crashing through the door, blaster in hand.

The scene Mando had walked in on nearly made him sick. That osi’kovid’s hands all over you, and worst of all, the look of pure fear on your face after being made. He’d planned to put a quick end to the whole ordeal, but the bounty had plans of his own.

Mando rushed him, shoving him into the wall and away from you. As expected, the Pantoran went flying before crumpling onto the floor. What Mando hadn’t been expecting was for him to be armed. He didn’t peg him as the type to get his hands dirty.

The Mandalorian was about to release the fibercord whip from his vambrace when the bounty rose from the floor with a sneer, a small combat knife in hand as he lunged at Mando, before wrestling him to the floor and sending his blaster skittering.

You watched in frozen horror as the two fought for the upper hand. At one point, the bounty had tried to charge at you, slashing wildly, but Mando was already there blocking his blows. The knife caught on the cowl above his chest, slicing the skin underneath with a sickening noise. That seemed to kick your brain into overdrive, and you dived for the fallen blaster on the ground.

You took a steadying breath before you aimed and shot once, twice, at the bounty’s leg. He cried out from his place above Mando before clutching his leg and finally falling over.

Mando rose and immediately released the fibercord, imprisoning the bounty. He held his hand out for his blaster, and you watched with wide eyes as he smacked the butt of it into the Pantoran’s face once, twice, three times. The third time ended with an appalling crack, his head lolling forward, and leaving him unconscious.

You stared as Mando stood in front of the bounty, seething. You could have sworn his hands were shaking.

“Stars, Mando, your neck,” you murmured, breathless. The room was dim, but you could see the dark stain of blood that was beginning to drench his cowl. Your hands went to inspect the wound, but he quickly brushed you off.

“We need to go,” he grunted, gathering the rope and heading towards the back entrance of the room. The two of you hadn’t exactly been quiet and the bounty’s guards were bound to notice their boss had been gone for too long. When you had opened your mouth to argue, to insist that you needed to check his injuries, he was already out the door.

Adrenaline still coursed through your veins as you walked back towards the ship. You pulled your arms tight across your body in an attempt to quell your trembling hands; guilt, bubbling up in your stomach as you replayed the events of the night in your head.

You had been the one to volunteer yourself for the mission.

You were the one who had repeatedly insisted that everything would be fine.

And now, your Mandalorian was bleeding profusely from a nasty wound on his neck.

“Mando,” you pleaded, trying to keep up with him in your ridiculous heels. Instead of acknowledging you, your words fell to deaf ears. He was stomping his way back to the ship, the unconscious bounty in tow.

Worry bloomed in your chest. The wound had looked bad back at the motel, but it was as if he couldn’t even feel it. You could hear his ragged breathing from behind; whether it was from the fight, the long walk, or the wound, you weren’t sure.

“Mando,” you tried again, this time raising your voice as you approached the hatch of the ship.

Nothing.

He let out another grunt as he hauled the bounty onto the ship, towards the carbon-freezing machine. You pursed your lips, jaw clenching in his direction. You did not appreciate being ignored, especially after just half-saving his ass just moments before.

Granted, you were the one that had put him in that position, but that was besides the point.

His back was to you and you stepped closer, ready to unleash a piece of your damn mind, when you stopped. You took in his brooding stance and clenched fists. The tremble in his hands. Anger seemed to roll off the Mandalorian in waves, making you falter.

What the hell was his problem?

“Mando, can you kriffing listen to me? I need to treat you, you have no idea if he nicked an important artery or something. I don’t know what you’re so worked up about, but you’ve been bleeding for a few minutes now and I just need to look—” annoyance rose in you as he continued to prep the carbon machine. “Maker, can you even hear me?”

The Mandalorian couldn’t hear you, not clearly anyways. Blood was still rushing in his ears, his vision still tinged red. But with another call of his name, you were finally able to get through and he suddenly whipped around.

“He touched you,” he gritted out, seething and shaking. “That skanah had his hands all over you and I swear if I didn’t need him alive for the bounty, he’d already be dead.” He punctuated the last word with the slam of a button on the machine.

You took a step back, eyes wide and brows furrowed. Something warm tightened in your chest and belly. Wh-why did he care so much? A lump had lodged itself into your throat. “Mando, I—I’m fine. Alright? I’m okay,” you tried to assure. “So, can you please calm down and let me just—"

But the Mandalorian already had his back turned again. You threw your hands up in the air, groaning in frustration as he continued to work. Another minute passed and with a faint whoosh, the bounty was finally set in carbonite.

A shiver ran through your body as the cool night air blew its way into the Razor Crest, raising goosebumps on your exposed skin. Seeing you tremble in the cold seemed to break Mando out of whatever angry stupor he was in.

In all honesty, he hadn’t meant to ignore you, but something in him snapped back at the motel. The image of that skanah touching you had made his blood boil, and his sole goal was to get him back to the ship and be done with it.

“You’re… cold,” he stated, the words coming out slow and soft, like pulling them out of a dream. You must have been freezing in that dress.

Your head snapped up at him. “I—what?”

“Let me get you a blanket or—” He hesitated when he saw you pinch the bridge of your nose, eyes screwed shut.

You couldn’t believe this idiot.

“Mando, seriously?” Your heart and your brain were having a hard time deciding whether you should be flattered about him caring so much or pissed off because he didn’t seem to give a damn about himself.

You chose a mix of the two.

“Mando,” you sighed, looking up at him. “I promise you I’m fine, thank you. Really.” You gave him your most genuine, caring look to show you were thankful for his concern, and then quickly replaced it with a hard one. “But if you don’t get up into that cockpit right now and let me treat you, I’m going to use that damn pulse rifle on you.”

And just like that, you had managed to dissolve the lingering traces of anger in his mind. His lips twitched under the helmet. “That supposed to scare me?”

You glared. “Don’t push it.” You could have sworn he was laughing under there.

The Mandalorian would have laughed if the wound on his neck hadn’t began to ache. Instead, he begrudgingly nodded, throwing his hands up in mock surrender before disappearing into the cockpit.

He began to input the coordinates back to Nevarro into the navicomputer, warmth unfurling in his chest as he listened to you check on the Child. A tiredness had begun to settle in his muscles from the fight earlier, and he grimaced as he reached for a lever on the control panel. The pain on his neck was getting worse, and if he was being honest it burned like all hell, but he was not going to admit that to you.

The door behind him slid open and you stepped in frazzled, medkit in hand. Even with your hair in disarray and scrapes littering your arms and legs, he thought you looked breathtaking.

“Uh, so bad news,” you began, gesturing at the medkit. “They didn’t have any at the market earlier, so we’re out of bacta shots and spray. I’m gonna have to stitch it closed depending on how deep it is.” You shot him an apologetic look.

He nodded, putting in the last of the coordinates before removing his chest plate to give you easier access, and turning his chair to face you. You closed the space between the two of you, quickly going to work. Careful hands began to peel away at the fabric stuck to the wound, a hiss of pain at the tip of his tongue as you ripped off the last of it.

“Sorry,” you whispered, inspecting the fabric before discarding it. “You’re definitely gonna need a new cape.”

He shrugged. “At least now you’ve got a new blanket.” You always had a habit of curling up into all his old stuff.

With a smile, you returned your focus to the task at hand, mentally sighing in relief as you began to clean the wound. It could have been worse, but it was still very deep. An inch to the left and just a smidge higher, and you would have had quite the problem on your hands.

“Idiot,” you muttered.

“What was that?”

“Lucky,” you corrected, biting back a smirk. “You got lucky. Any higher and this would be a lot messier.” You tossed the last of the gauze out and prepared the needle and thread.

Mando took in your awkward stance as you tried to bend down and begin stitching. Standing was fine for when you were cleaning, but for something this intricate it wasn’t the best position. You cursed and tried again, trying to get the angle right, but it was no use. The thought left his mouth before he even had a chance to filter it.

“You can sit on me if that’s easier.”

Heat blazed on your cheeks at his words, nearly dropping the damn needle. “Oh—um—” Coherent thoughts didn’t seem to be forming in your head at the moment.

Panic flooded the Mandalorian’s brain as he took in your shocked expression and realized his mistake. “I—well, not like that—what I meant was—” he spluttered, trying to find the right words, thankful that his helmet hid his mortified expression.

“No, no it’s okay I—I know what you meant,” you managed to choke out after picking your jaw up off the floor. It would have been comical—the certain and capable bounty hunter struggling to regain his composure—but his words had flooded your mind with some less than innocent thoughts and images, ones that left you heated and flustered. You swallowed hard in an attempt to relieve your suddenly very dry throat. “I can, if you’re okay with it?”

He slowly nodded, mentally kicking himself for being so daft. He held his breath as you stepped closer, bracing a hand low on his chest as you perched yourself on his lap. You cursed, trying to your best to maneuver yourself onto him without being inappropriate.

Finally, you were situated, hovering precariously over his thigh. You breathed deep, willing your mind and body to calm down. Being in such close proximity to the Mandalorian was… dizzying, but you had a job to do. And so, you went to work.

A few minutes in, Mando could feel the tension rolling off your body, the tremble of your thighs as you tried to hold yourself above him. “You can sit if you need to.”

The thought had crossed your mind, but truthfully you were afraid of how your body would react if you did. Eventually you gave in, shivering at the cold kiss of beskar on the insides of your thighs as you straddled his leg. A knot was forming in your belly, low and warm.

Maker, help me, you thought.

The change in position had slid your dress higher and Mando’s eyes began to wander again, taking in the exposed skin where your dress had hiked itself up, the material bunching around your hips. His hands felt that pull again, that ache to touch you; to dig his fingers into the soft, plump flesh.

Osik, he cursed, trying to control himself. In his mind he conjured up the image of a blaster, mentally taking it apart and putting it back together as a pitiful attempt at a distraction.

You had fallen into a steady rhythm of stitching and knotting, your hands absentmindedly working. The Mandalorian had fallen into a dull haze in the wake of your delicate touches, despite the sting and pull of the needle. But when your hands brushed the edge of his helmet, he snapped to attention, reflexes kicking in.

A strong hand had immediately encircled your wrist, forcefully locking it in place. Your breath seized at the realization of your colossal fuck-up. How could you be so stupid?

“Shit, shit, I—I’m sorry,” you stammered out. “Mando, I—I promise I wasn’t going to take it off, I just needed to adjust it to get the needle under.” Your heart thundered against your chest, and you swear you could hear it in the empty silence of the cockpit. The iron-clad grip he had on your wrist was starting to hurt, biting into your skin.

Mando saw the flash of fear in your eyes, the way you had flinched at his touch and loosened the grip on your hand. Regret began to bubble up inside him. He opened his mouth to apologize, it had just been his instincts, but you beat him to it. Your next words caught him off guard.

“Do you trust me?”

He swallowed hard. Of course he did. There was no question about it. You were the one constant in his life besides the kid; the one he found he could rely on time and time again for anything. You had never betrayed him, in Creed or otherwise. He took a steadying breath before answering. “Yes.”

You tried to ignore the burst of warmth in your chest at his admission and what it implied. Instead, you nodded, slowly allowing yourself to move again and continue your care. “Lean back,” you whispered and he obliged, fully baring his neck to you. It was a vulnerable position, but the cautious movements of your hands crushed any anxiety that threatened to well up in him.

And maybe it was that cautious, careful touch that had begun to wear down his walls; the tenderness you so freely gave that softened his heart and opened him up. He wanted to make up the last minute to you, to show that he really did trust you. Maybe that’s why he couldn’t stop the next thing that tumbled out of his mouth.

“Din.”

You paused mid-stitch, confusion flickering on your face. “What’d you say?”

His heart felt like it was going to fly out of his ribcage. “My name. It’s Din.”

Confusion slowly morphed to shock at his revelation. He had just shared his name with you; something incredibly personal and dear to him. Knowing it felt… intimate. How many people actually knew his real name? You couldn’t stop that slow smile that had begun to spread on your face.

“Din,” you repeated, hushed as if someone else would hear. His heart skipped at the sound of his name on your lips; the soft way your voice curled around the short syllable. Your eyes peered into his through the visor of his helmet, a question behind them. “Just ‘Din’?”

“Din Djarin,” he corrected.

You repeated it again, delight clear on your face. “I like it.”

I do too, he thought. Especially when you say it. “You can use it whenever, as long as we’re alone or it’s just the kid.”

“Of course,” you nodded, then added a soft, “Thank you.” For trusting me.

The two of you had settled back into a comfortable silence, his hands resting comfortably on your hips, and Din couldn’t fathom why you kept biting back a smile. You were the first to break it.

“I’m sorry, for all this.”

“It’s fine, it’s not that painful.”

You shook your head. “No, I mean—” you gestured at his neck and then to you. “He was aiming for me.”

He scoffed. “You’re out of your mind if you think I’d let anything happen to you.” You could hear the anger beginning to simmer beneath his words again. “No, I… I would protect you every single time. Besides, that osi’yaim got what he deserved in the end.”

Your eyes flicked to his visor again and you tried to ignore the way the knot in your belly tightened at his promise to you and the shiver his low voice sent down your spine. Instead, you tried to change the subject. “Osi’yaim?”

“A useless, despicable person. A waste of space.”

A soft laugh escaped you lips. “You need to teach more Mando’a. Something besides the bad words.”

Din’s heart clenched at your request. Something about you asking to learn his language stirred something deep in him. “Of course,” he managed to reply, but it came out more strangled than he had meant it to.

You continued with your task, getting lost in the repeated movements of your fingers.

Watching you work had always fascinated Din. You granted each injury the same amount of attention, whether it was as small as a papercut or as big as the gash he had now. It was endearing. The meticulous way you ensured every stitch, every bandage, was perfect and in place. The adept movements of your fingers, steady with every touch. The way you bit your lip and furrowed your brow as you concentrated.

He was captivated by it, and you, every time.

His gaze was concealed by his helmet most of the time, but tonight you could feel the weight of his eyes on you. Your cheeks began to burn at the thought of him staring at you so closely and you thanked the maker that he couldn’t see the crimson hue painting your face.

“Are you warm?” he asked, the low rumble of his voice startling you.

“What?”

“You’ve been shivering since you started, but… you’re all flushed,” he explained.

Your eyes widened at his words, heart stopping. “Wait—how can you see my—”

“Heat sensors.” Din couldn’t help but notice the way the heat on your face spread even more, down the soft slopes of your neck and chest.

Of course, heat sensors. You were absolutely mortified, a nervous laugh erupting from your chest. May as well be honest.

“No, not warm, more like embarrassed,” you tried to explain, unable to meet his eyes.

Din tilted his head, trying to understand. “Why?”

You scoffed. “’Cause I just realized I’ve been sticking my ugly mug in your face for the past 20 minutes.”

Din was dumbfounded. Ugly? The mere thought of you seeing yourself in that way made his heart ache. How could you think such a thing when he saw you as the most radiant thing in this galaxy? That, every time he saw you, he had to remind himself to breathe?

He had no idea what the in blazes he was doing, but he knew that he couldn’t let you go on thinking such things about yourself. Din reached out and tilted your chin up towards him, making you meet his eyes.

“Cyar’ika, you are the furthest thing from ugly that someone could be. I—you are absolutely stunning. Do you—do you know what seeing you in that dress tonight did to me?” he confessed, letting out a breathy laugh. The front of his pants tightened in reminder. “I’ll teach you something new in Mando’a right now.” He paused, letting his fingers brush over your chin. “Mesh’la.”

It felt like you were on fire at that point, burning under his gaze, but somehow you found your voice underneath all the flames. “What does it mean?” you breathed, unable to mask the tremble in your voice.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “You’re beautiful.”

Your body betrayed you, melting into a puddle with just a taste of his touch and the boldness of his words. It was a devastating effect, and there was no denying the dampness that had pooled between your legs now. You managed to stutter out a, ‘thank you’ before trying to finish the last knot of his stitches.

“All done,” you whispered.

Din watched as you admired your handiwork and noticed that you made no move to remove yourself from him. Instead, your hands were softly dragging across the planes of his exposed chest, leaving a trail of fire wherever they went. It was such a foreign feeling, flesh against flesh on such a shielded part of his body. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had touched him there, let alone so gently.

A strangled sound caught in his throat as you brushed over a particularly sensitive spot, just above the other side of his collarbone. It was almost too much, the shot of electricity that singed his nerves, but it felt good.

His body involuntarily bucked at the sensation and his hands gripped your hips roughly, pressing you flush against him.

You gasped at the sensation, of your clothed core dragging against the beskar plate on his thigh, your knee brushing against the bulge that had tented his pants. Your hands scrabbled to find something, anything, to anchor yourself from the blinding pleasure that fizzled through you.

“Maker,” Din murmured, letting out a shuddering breath. “Osik, cyar’ika, I’m didn’t mean to touch you like that but—”

“But what if I want you to?” your own voice sounding foreign to your ears. You did not miss the way his breath hitched, caught in the modulator of his helmet.

Din’s mind was reeling. “You—you want me to?” he swallowed thickly around the ball of shock that was caught in his throat.

And you’re nodding, eyes dark and body and mind clouded with need, leading his hands up your torso and chest; but Din, he needs to hear you say it. “Use your words, cyar’ika. I need to hear you.”

“Yes, Din. Please,” and that’s enough to dissolve any shred of self-control he thought he had. The sound of you saying his name like that, a plea for him and only him, was maddening.

His hands were on you in an instant; hands that you had seen nearly beat a man to death just for touching you, but on you they were soft, gentle. Desperate, but tender. Rough, but passionate and loving. The contrast was making your head spin.

“Din,” you whimpered. “You have to be careful, your cut—”

“I don’t care,” he rasped. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to touch you? Make you mine?” He pulled you closer against him, hands grasping at anything he could reach. He wanted to erase any trace of the bounty from your presence.

You tried to answer, but you were a mess, filling the cockpit with soft moans and mewls as you bucked your hips on his thigh.

“I want to watch you make yourself feel good, can you do that? Just like this?” You frantically bobbed your head. “Good,” he answered, stroking your cheek. “You deserve it after tonight, sweet girl.”

The sound of ‘sweet girl’ sent wet heat straight to your core. If anything, you thought he was the one that deserved to be taken care of right now. But you were not about to argue with the Mandalorian who insisted on you using him to get yourself off.

Your hands pawed at his chest again, struggling to find some kind of purchase to anchor yourself. They finally settled for his biceps, nails digging deep. He watched as you grinded down on his thigh, eyes screwed shut. His hands fingered the strap of your dress and you nodded, giving him permission to slide it down.

Din took in the sight of your bare chest, your nipples pebbling in the cold air of the cockpit. He ached to take them into his mouth, hear you whimper and moan against his tongue, but he settled for brushing his gloved fingers over them and watching you arch.

You ground down harder, desperate you get the friction you needed. Din’s hands slipped from your breasts down back to your hips, stilling them. A high whine escaped your throat and it was almost pitiful.

“Up,” he instructed, confusion marring your face as you lifted yourself off his leg. He gripped the thigh plate and dropped it to the ground, promptly setting you back onto his thigh. “Wanna feel you,” he growled, and you could only moan in response.

Soon enough, your arousal had seeped through your panties and onto the fabric of his pants. The heady smell hit his nose and his mouth watered, desperate to know what you tasted like, to know what sounds you would make if he buried his face between your thighs.

You guided his hands back up your chest, up to your neck. His fingers cupped your face again, thumb brushing the bottom of your lip. You held his hand in place, biting the leather tip of his glove and slowly slid it off, letting it drop between you.

The feeling of his bare thumb resting on your lips sent another wave of arousal through you. “Wanna feel you,” you breathed, grinning before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking hard. Din’s eyes rolled back and he groaned; the sight of your hollowed-out cheeks and the sensation of your tongue on the pad of his thumb nearly sent him over the edge.

One hand trailed to the base of your neck, tangling itself softly in your hair. He took in the way your eyes were screwed shut, the furrow in your brows as you chased your high. You had taken your bottom lip between your teeth, biting hard and almost splitting it from the pressure. It was almost the same concentrated expression you wore as you tended to his injuries, though it was clear you were concentrated on something far more rewarding now.

“Mesh’la,” he commanded. “Look at me.”

You wretched your eyes open, fixing your gaze on him.

Din watched, enraptured, as you continued to pleasure yourself. You were a sight before him; pupils blown, mouth agape, chest heaving as you tried to ease the ache in your belly. He was lost in the way your eyes sparkled, perfectly matching the dark galaxy you were set against just outside the viewport.

Your moans filled the cockpit, desperate sounds and pleads of Din’s name as he sent delicious licks of pleasure throughout your body. You held on for dear life, panting as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

He feels the tension simmering from your shuddering figure, like a coil just waiting to spring.

“Are you close, mesh’la?” he whispered, his words and the rasp of his voice sending you higher and higher. “Are you going to come for me?”

And you’re a wreck, whimpering and pleading, yes, Din, yes; and all Din can think is he can die happy knowing how you moan his name. He shifts you, pulls you right onto the straining bulge in his pants and you both gasp, the sensation pulling you even closer to your orgasm. A bare hand snakes between where the two of you are pressed against each other and he presses right onto your clit.

A sob tears from your throat and stars burst behind your eyes as you’re pushed off the edge; and you’re falling, waves of ecstasy washing over you and burning straight to your toes. Din holds you close as your body continues to shudder, a steady hand on your back coaxing you down from your high. He lets out a groan when he feels evidence of your orgasm seep through to his clothed cock.

Fog clouds the bottom of his helmet as you softly pant, the pleasure lulling to a dull thrum in your veins. He’s admiring your sleepy eyes, the flushed cheeks of your afterglow. You give off a shy smile, peering into his visor. “Beautiful,” he murmurs right next to your ear. “Just like I said.”

“Thank you,” you hum, pressing a searing kiss onto his bare neck and sliding a hand over the hardness trapped beneath you.

Din hisses at your touch and you laugh, trying to ease the ache between his own legs. “Mesh’la,” he warns, grunting at the loss of contact as you lift yourself off him and slide between his knees, kneeling.

“Yes?” you respond, sliding your hands up and down his thighs, and pausing at the button of his pants.

“You don’t have to—” he starts, but you quickly cut him off.

“But I want to, Din,” you assured. You rest your head on his knee, peering up at him with wide, innocent eyes, awaiting his permission. “Wanna return the favor, wanna taste you,” and you grin at the strangled sound that leaves his throat. He couldn’t deny you even if he wanted to.

Finally, he nods, spreading his legs wider to accommodate you. Your smile grows and your nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons on his pants. You’re just about to free him from the confines of his boxers when an alarm signal sounds from the ship, startling the both of you.

“Come in, Mando,” Greef Karga’s voice crackled through the small room. “We’ve got a problem. I repeat, we’ve got an emergency, please come in.”

Din groans and you throw an exasperated look towards the comms on the control panel. “Just ignore him, it can’t be that—” and you’re cut off by another sound.

The unmistakable sound of a baby crying.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath, pressing your forehead into Din’s knee. You loved that little green bean to death, but damn him for his horrific timing. Din softly slid his hand over yours and you looked up.

“It’s alright, cyar’ika,” he hummed. “Go check on him,” and you slowly nodded, shooting him an apologetic look before rising from your spot on the floor.

Din watched in mild amusement as you wobbled to the door, before turning his chair towards the control panel and sighing. His own arousal was almost overwhelming, but he did his best to shove it to the back of his mind.

Whatever Greef needed, it had better be good, he grumbled in his head.

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mando’a translations:

osi’kovid – shithead

skanah – very hated person, fucker

osik – shit

osi’yaim – cowardly, useless person

cyar’ika – darling, beloved

mesh’la – beautiful

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 years

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A distant memory - Loki

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Summary: Thor finds a letter Loki wrote to a woman called Y/n. He does not know this woman but the language used in the letter is loving and sweet, so Thor decides to ask about her. What he doesn’t know is that this woman has passed.

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2110

My dearest Y/n,

Not a day passes without my mind, body, and soul yearning for your touch and pleasant conversation. Just yesterday I slept on your side of the bed in hopes of smelling traces of your perfume on the pillows. It did not help. Your books still hold your bookmarks on the places where you stopped. I must say, I admire your will to read every book that belongs to you but worry that you might never finish one. Just today, I found five different books that have your bookmarks. Yesterday, I found two. I have put them aside for you to make it easier to finish them. A fair maiden asked me for a dance last week at one of my father’s feasts but I had to refuse. No maiden could ever be as fair as you, even if you do step on my toes while we dance. It gives us more reason to keep practicing. My love for you grows every day and so does my longing. I fear you might be away for longer than I can take and I wonder if you would mind if I came over to see you for a day or two. Just the two of us.

Love,

Loki

‘Brother, who is this letter for?’ ‘What letter?’ Thor holds a letter that looks old and withered. It takes less than a second for Loki to realize what it is. He suddenly looks enraged. ‘Put it down,’ he snaps with venom laced in through his words. The sudden change in demeanor surprises and scares his brother. As careful as he can be, he puts the letter back on Loki’s desk. Loki rushes over and picks up the letter with the utmost care, gently putting it back in a drawer that he locks right away. ‘Who is Y/n?’ Loki sighs and leans against his desk. He looks tired when Thor looks at him again. It’s like a pain has been buried deep within him and has been eating at him for ages. ‘A hundred years or so ago, I went to Midgard to do some business for father. He send me to visit a pagan family that worshiped us to bless them. On the next farm over lived a young woman and when I went to the pagan family, they kept insulting her. I felt I could not justify giving our blessing if this maiden wasn’t the terrible person they said she was,’ Loki explains, ‘so I went over to her house to see for myself.’

Confidently, Loki strides over to the maiden’s house. Her garden is filled with flowers and herbs. From what Loki can tell, there are animals behind the house. This woman is sustaining herself but why? Why would a young maiden live so far removed from the fuss of the city? Especially since the family says she’s not married. Loki knocks on her door and hears fuss inside. It sounds like a dog barking at the door and a big one at that. He watches as a small latch in the door opens and a woman looks outside. He can only see her eyes but the eyes are the gates to the soul and her eyes are beautiful. They sparkle like the gems his mother wears, the reflection of water, or dewdrops on roses. ‘What is your business?’ ‘Forgive me for barging in miss. I have traveled long and far and need a place to rest my head. Would you allow me to sleep in your haystack or shed? Anywhere that’s dry.’ He hears the door unlock and out runs a big, black dog. He looks like he crawled from the debts of hell but his demeanor is friendly when his owner shows kindness. Loki doubts he acts the same if she is in trouble. ‘You make me sound cruel. Please come inside. I’ve got food to spare,’ she tells him with a friendly smile. Her door is wide open but Loki hesitates to step inside. He takes a good look at the maiden. As beautiful as she is, how is she capable of being this friendly. He can not imagine she has not been taken advantage of at least once. ‘You do not know me. Are you certain you want to show me kindness?’ ‘Why would I not? I have Bella to protect me if I need it and if I am frank, you look withered and weak. I doubt you’d be able to lay your hands on me,’ she tells him, ‘come inside. There’s a storm coming.’ Loki steps inside and follows her into the house. She offers him a chair at the table and gets him a plate as well as a drink. If this is a wicked woman, what is the family next door like? They show no kindness. Bella, the big dog, lays itself down under the table by her feet. She seems at ease as the maiden pets her a few times over the head. ‘So tell me, traveler, where are you going?’ ‘You don’t want to know where I’m from?’ ‘I doubt you’d want to talk about it if you’ve been traveling for long,’ she says, offering him a gentle smile, ‘besides, where you’re going tells more about you than where you’ve been.’ ‘I like your ideology miss. May I ask your name before I tell you?’ ‘Will you tell me yours if I tell you mine?’ ‘I fear you may want me out if I tell you.’ She nods, not pushing it any further. Loki feels like she wouldn’t mind who he is as she does not seem like a judgemental person but he wouldn’t want to run the risk. ‘My name is Y/n.’

Early in the morning, Loki awakes on the comfortable couch in Y/n’s living room with more blankets covering him than he went to sleep with. He is awoken by the wet, warm sensation of Bella licking his face. ‘Good morning Bella.’ He pets the dog a few times and gets up from his resting place. He hears Y/n call for Bella, who runs out excitedly. She must be outside, taking care of her animals. He dresses quickly and walks outside to see what she’s up to. He finds her sitting in the field, one of her cows laying beside her resting it’s head on her lap. She calls out commands to Bella to herd her sheep together and back to the pen. After the raging storm last night, she probably wants to see if they’re all alright. Loki walks towards her and sits down next to her in the grass. She nods to him, too busy to greet him. It’s only when all the sheep are in the pen that she fully acknowledges him. ‘Did you sleep well?’ ‘Yes, but the strangest thing happened,’ he tells her with a slight smirk on his lips, ‘I woke with three blankets while I’m sure I had only one when I went to sleep.’ ‘You looked cold.’ ‘You are a very kind host, miss Y/n.’ She smiles and looks out over the field. Bella comes running their way and sits down next to Loki. ‘She has taken a liking to you,’ Y/n notices, ‘she doesn’t like many people.’ ‘I feel honored.’ Loki pets the dog as he looks at Y/n. She looks beautiful in the morning light. Almost as beautiful as she had looked in the candlelight last night. ‘I feel like I have been untrue to you, miss,’ Loki tells her. ‘Why would that be? You are a traveler, are you not?’ ‘I am but not of the kind you know,’ he tells her, ‘you have been a wonderful host and I feel you deserve the truth.’ She chuckles. ‘You speak like this will change everything.’ ‘It might,’ he lets his head hang, ‘my name is Loki, god of mischief. I originally came here to bless the family next door for their devotion to us but they spoke ill of you. I felt I had to be certain you were a bad person if they were to deserve our blessing.’ ‘And what might your conclusion be, Loki god of Mischief?’ ‘They should deserve our blessing for their faithfulness and devotion to us but not for their treatment of others.’ She smiles. ‘I see.’ ‘May I ask why they talk of you this way?’ ‘I am an unmarried woman living alone on a farm. If I’m not being called a spinster, I’m being called a witch. It changes with the season. I’m used to it by now.’ She shrugs it off like it’s nothing but Loki feels a pit of rage in his stomach. A woman as lovely as her should be worshiped. He rips a piece of his golden armor off and puts it between his hands, forging a golden bracelet from it. ‘If you’ll allow me, I’d like to protect you,’ he says and shows her the simple, golden band. She looks hesitant and Loki understands. He’s the god of mischief. ‘Forgive my hesitation but I have been fending for myself for what feels like forever. It’s a kind gesture but I do not need it.’ He nods but gently takes her hand and puts it on. ‘Wear it,’ he tells her, ‘I will not protect you but I will watch over you. If you need company, just call out to me.’ She smiles again, putting her hand over his. ‘That is very kind, Loki.’

As summer progressed into fall, Y/n harvested her crops and made sure they’d survive winter. Her harvest wasn’t great but over time she noticed her supplies would not lessen, even if she took something. It would just reappear when she returned. Loki had visited her a few times during summer but when fall got colder, he stayed away. She feared she might’ve read his actions all wrong as she felt her feelings grow towards him. She thought he felt the same. When Winter thawed and the ground got softer, she called out to Loki in hopes to ask him about it. He did not appear and she feared he had forgotten about her. That is until- ‘Did you miss me?’ She couldn’t stop the smile appearing on her face if she tried. It’s like her feet work on their own as she runs over to him and throws her arms around him. ‘It’s so good to see you again. I feared you had forgotten me.’ ‘Forget the fairest maiden I have ever met? I could never,’ he tells her with a smile. His eyes linger on her lips for a second. ‘I stayed away in hopes your feeling would lessen.’ ‘My feelings? How did you know?’ ‘Darling, I am a god.’ ‘That’s fair, I should’ve known,’ she says with a grin, taking his hands, ‘but why?’ ‘I am not the best suitor and a maiden like you surely deserves better.’ ‘I do not want better.’ He frowns and looks down at her darling eyes. They still shine like gems and are filled with love. ‘My darling, I cannot marry you,’ he tells her, ‘I am prince, heir to the throne. They expect me to marry a goddess.’ ‘I understand.’ She smiles but he can tell she feels terrible. Her heart dropped and her smile faltered. It wasn’t hard to tell that his words hurt her. ‘I wish I could. I truly do,’ he promises her. ‘Then, don’t marry me but stay with me until you have to give yourself to another.’ ‘My darling, my mischief seems to have rubbed off on you,’ he speaks proudly, ‘yes. I will stay loyal to you until I must love another.’

‘But the villagers started a witch hunt and as a single, unmarried woman she was the first target,’ Loki tells his brother, ‘I could not protect her. Father would not let me.’ ‘You loved her, didn’t you?’ ‘I did but it’s in the past now. There’s no bringing her back.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Don’t be. I was young and stupid. I fell in love with someone I couldn’t have.’ Thor nods and takes a deep breath. ‘Believe me or don’t but you deserve love, Loki. I hope you’ll find a woman like her.’ Loki lets out a breathy laugh. ‘There is no woman like her.’ Thor leaves Loki’s room. It takes Loki a second to come back to reality. His hand reaches for the drawer and unlocks it once again, taking out the golden band she had worn. He deserves love, yes, but he has already met the person he was supposed to be with and no one else will ever compare.

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peachywrite · 3 years

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Unpleasant Pleasantries

Rohan Kishibe x JosukeSister!Reader

Trigger Warning: inappropriate stand use, mild suggestive themes

Rohan thought this to be the perfect opportunity to get back at that imbecile with the hair of a 60’s delinquent, but instead found something more fulfilling than revenge.

It was your first time meeting the famous mangaka, but Koichi insisted that you introduce yourself to the newly found stand user as a formality.

“It’s better to make friends than enemies, y/n! So please do this for me.” He begged, clasping his hands tightly together as he bowed.

“Koichi-chan, he ripped out pages from your face and tried to do the same to Okuyasu and Josuke. I don’t know if I trust this guy.” You sighed, nervous and even a little scared.

“It’ll be fine, when you tell him you’re related to Josuke, he won’t even think about trying anything!” Koichi’s eyes glistened, still silently begging you to go.

“Fine, but if I don’t show up back home in an hour, call Josuke please.” Koichi nodded enthusiastically, shouting thank yous while he ran off to find your brother.

Thanks to the written address Koichi had given you, it was easy to find the large Victorian mansion that belonged to the isolated artist.

“Come on, y/n. You can do this. Just a quick hello and you’re done.” You tried to psych yourself up, taking one last deep breath before approaching the walkway that led up to the door.

Knock Knock

You waited, your heart rate a bit too quick for your liking.

You could hear the steps on the other side slowly approaching and suddenly stopping, only to find the door creak by.

“Now who would be disrupting the Great Rohan Kishibe?” The man spoke in a sinister tone, swinging the door open.

Rohan Kishibe looked nothing like how you expected him to. He was built slim but still toned, his green hair neatly styled and face slim and sharp with a cute dolphin bandage placed on the bridge of his nose. His green eyes stared at you intently, as if he was trying to analyze your face as well.

“I-I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to cause you any trouble. My friend Koichi wanted me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N Higashikata. I’m a stand user and I go to school with the rest of the boys.” You stammer out, guilt hitting you for interrupting the presumably busy manga artist.

The man eyed you with a devilish smirk, clapping his hands together like he had discovered something amusing.

“You’re Josuke’s little sister! Oh how fun! You know, you’re too cute to be related to that boy. Now please come in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

“I’m actually the same age as him, and I’d love to join you but I got... study plans with K-Koichi!” You tried to avoid his stare but as he made eye contact, you knew you had lost.

“Nonsense! I’ll give him a call and let him know you’ll be studying with me, now please come in already.” His smile grew while he pulled you into his abode by your wrists.

The house was lightly decorated with manga related memorabilia on the wood carved shelves and many original panels from famous mangas hung framed on the soft toned walls, but the home still held a grand Victorian feeling to it.

Your original unease disappeared as you took in the grandeur of the mansion and the interesting items that adorned it so carefully. Rohan smirked at the curiosity in your eyes and the quick movements they made while you focused on specific areas of his home.

“Would you like a personal tour of the property before we study? I will warn you though, not all the rooms have been styled by yours truly yet. It’s a work in progress at the moment.” The smile he bared had you suspicious again, but you didn’t want to be rude to the owner of such a magnificent estate.

“As much as I would love to, your home is absolutely stunning, I sadly only have an hour to study. My mom would kill me if I got home late again.” A hefty sigh escaped your lips and you gave him your best upset expression you could muster.

You hoped he wouldn’t key in on your lying, remembering the warning Koichi had given you about his ability to discern genuine emotions from fake ones.

The mangaka squinted his eyes for a moment, causing your heartbeat to speed up substantially, but his face returned to its usual smile that you swore held a bit of deviousness underneath.

“Oh! it’s alright, dear. I understand. I’ll save it for your next visit. Let’s get to your work now, follow me to the kitchen. I’ll prepare us something and you can take a seat by the window.” He gently took your hand, guiding you to the kitchen and carefully pulling out a seat for you at his dining room table.

A beautiful bouquet set in a hand sculpted vase caught your interest on the table as Rohan busied himself with brewing a fresh pot of tea. The flowers were bright in color compared to the muted ones of the vase, but the contrast made both appear unique and appealing to the eye.

“I see you even appreciate the smaller details of a home. Though I am a mangaka, I do dabble in other forms of artistic expression. Take pottery for example, I glazed this vase in a muted color pallet so it could stand out on its own when beautifully bright flowers were placed in it. The two compliment each other nicely, don’t they?” He set down two tea cups and began to pour.

“Yes! And I especially love the bright purples in the lillies you picked here.” You gently touched a petal, Rohan now lightly tapping his cheek, pulling out a chair for himself to sit right beside you.

His closeness and unwavering gaze brought a heaviness to your chest, making you stumble over your words.

“Um-m thank you for treating me so well and letting me study in your home, Rohan-sensei.” You began to unpack your notes and textbook, Rohan scooting closer to analyze what you had written.

“No need to thank me, my dear. Now let’s get to your studies. What is it you need to work on today?” The smile he shares with you is comforting, but you can’t help but feel like he was plotting something.

You set your pencil bag down and prepare your notebook, trying to make yourself busy by setting up.

“Biology. I’ve only just recently started going to school in person, but I tested well enough to be placed in the highest class. Today we’re supposed to label all the organs in this frog drawing.” Your tone comes off as annoyed and Rohan picks up on it, tilting his head to the side while he reads your frog diagram.

“You aren’t a fan of biology? I’ve got a few anatomy sketches of animals you could use instead of this photocopied worksheet. Maybe that will help peak your interest?” He stands and saunters out to find his sketches, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

When Rohan returns, the two of you work on your Biology homework for about an hour, finishing the entire pot of tea in the process. You found out that Rohan was quite skilled at anatomy, having an entire sketchbook dedicated to the anatomy of many living things, including the likes of frogs and flowers. He was extremely helpful and fun to talk with.

As you packed up your bag, Rohan remained seated in his chair, playing with one of the lilies from the bouquet. You weren’t sure if you should head towards the door and leave Rohan or wait for him to stand and lead you out. You were about to speak when the mangaka interrupted with a swish of his pen in your direction.

“Heaven’s Door.”

You felt a sharp shove of air to your midsection, sending you onto the floor. Every movement you attempted was futile as the grinning artist looked down at you. A deep chuckle haunted you while he leaned in closer to your face. His hands gently caressed your cheek, opening it up like a book.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re interesting and I’d love to learn more about you, but I’m impatient. It’ll be far easier for me to just read you. Don’t fret, my dear. I’ll make sure you don’t remember this.” He flipped through your pages, ignoring the tears that ran down onto the very paper he was trying to read.

“Now let’s just read the juicy bits today. You were hospitalized along with your brother when you were only four, a strange parasite made up of Dio’s cells attacked your immune system at age twelve and had you bedridden until fairly recently.” The curiosity he held for your story excited him, the pen he held in one hand quickly wrote onto the notepad he placed on the floor beside your head.

You felt like sinking into yourself, ignoring his quips and teases as the embarrassment of the mangaka reading your thoughts and feelings enveloped you. It wasn’t fair. Why did he have to be this way? He was so kind before and just like a flick of a switch, he changed.

“Oh, now how did you escape that? Here we are, thanks to Mr.Joestar’s Hamon lessons, you not only came back from your illness, but gained a proper stand and the ability to wield Hamon just like your father and great grandfather! Wait, what’s this new paragraph about?” He squinted closely, reading your page out loud again.

“I have to visit Rohan Kishibe today because Koichi told me to. He practically begged. Even though I’m scared, Koichi gave me his word that nothing bad would happen. Rohan Kishibe looks very different from what I imagined a mangaka to look. Well, what did you expect me to look like?” His smirk grows as he continues on.

“Ah, another new bit is here! Rohan Kishibe is very good at anatomy, he’s been kind and helpful, I’d like to get to know him better. I think Josuke was just overreacting when he called Rohan Kishibe pure evil. I could see us being friends.”

His smile disappears skimming the next sentence, his usual tone of voice changed as he starts to read. He sounded upset, hurt even.

You were the one being wronged here! Why would he get upset? He doesn’t have the right.

“Josuke was right. Rohan Kishibe is not nice, he is terribly mean. He’s using me for his entertainment. He doesn’t care. Rohan Kishibe is not kind, he is not helpful, he is cruel, I don’t want to get to know him. I want to forget him.”

“I hate Rohan Kishibe. I hope to never see him again.”

Rohan paused, looking away from your pages, trying to focus on anything else for the moment.

“W-well, I’ll just fix this last paragraph and erase it from your mind. You’re being dramatic, I’m not as terrible as you describe me.” Chuckling to himself, he tries to laugh off his obvious pain and attempts to regain his composure.

“No! I won’t let you erase my emotions!” You shouted, a wave of Hamon spreading through his arm as his pen touched your page, his attempt to rewrite your memory foiled.

The mangaka was sent flying back, his right arm dropping the pen and your face finally shutting closed, returning your ability to move. Although you were upset at the betrayal of trust you gave the man, you felt a twinge of guilt in your heart when you spotted his still form draped across the wood floor, cradling the arm you had burned with your Hamon.

Running to his side, all thoughts of malice left your body while you attempted to get a better look at his injury. His arm was still intact thankfully, but it was badly burned and needed to be set correctly and quickly if he ever wanted it to heal properly. You took a deep breath and turned Rohan over to see if he was still conscious.

“Oh god, Rohan I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” Your eyes fill with tears again as you see the artist weakly rest himself against the wall, still holding his arm close to his chest.

“No, no it’s alright. I brought this on myself. I accept that.” He grimaced, trying to take a peek at his injuries but too frightened to actually check.

“You read my thoughts and history, it wasn’t right but you didn’t physically hurt me. I don’t know how that happened, but I promise you I’ll fix it.” You swore to the manga writer, now searching through your backpack.

When you found your pair of scissors, you went into full first aid mode, removing the sleeve from his right arm by carefully cutting the loose cloth off. After tossing the short sleeve to the side, you cut the bottom of the skirt you were wearing off into a long bandage-like shape of clothing and ran it under the cold tap water from the kitchen sink, returning to the injured Rohan.

“I’m going to wrap your arm with this, it won’t be painful if you let me use my stand, but I’m going to ask you first before I use her on you.” The man nodded, accepting your offer to erase the pain.

“Under Pressure. She’s a stand that has the ability to manipulate emotions. She can change them within a radius or focus on only one individual. When she focuses on a single person, she is only able to change their emotion to the opposite of what is being felt.” You began to wrap his arm, nervous about what he might feel when you placed the wet fabric loosely around it.

All Rohan could do was bite back his lip to avoid making any embarrassing sounds. Instead of the immeasurable pain he imagined to come with dressing a freshly burned wound, he felt a wave of euphoria. He now understood what you meant by the “opposite” emotion would be felt.

The artist never knew wrapping his burned arm would feel so good, every touch caused his breath to hitch in his throat and his eyes to water. It confused him, even though he understood that the opposite of pain was pleasure, it still startled him every time you did one more pass of the homemade bandage.

He tried his hardest not to be flustered, but when you finished off his arm by tieing the last bit with a knot, he let a small whimper escape his lips. His hand shot up to cover his face, it’s hue now a bright crimson.

Your cheeks turned bright pink as well. You turned away swiftly, to avoid eye contact.

“U-Um just stay put. I’m gonna borrow your phone for a second and let you catch your breath.” Scratching the side of your cheek, you stand up and make a b-line for the phone, dialing your home and hoping that Josuke would pick up. You glanced at the clock set on the wall, it read 8:15.

I’m late.

As soon as the phone line rang once, you spotted the front door to Rohan’s manor fly across the main hall. Peeking your head out from the kitchen, you see a furious Josuke with Koichi in pursuit.

“ROHAN-SENSEI! WHERE IS MY SISTER YOU CREEP?! SHE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HOME 15 MINUTES AGO!” He yells out, his voice echoing throughout the home.

“Josuke! I’m here! I was just about to call you. Listen, I messed up bad and hurt Rohan. He’s in the kitchen bandaged up but I need you to heal him all the way.” You run to Josuke, giving him a tight hug while trying not to cry from the stress of the situation.

Josuke squeezes you once and let’s you go, looking you over from head to toe so he could make sure you weren’t injured as well. When he spots your torn skirt, his aura radiates a dark malice you’d never seen him show before.

“Wait Josuke! I did this to myself, we didn’t have bandages so I cut some cloth.”

He looks you over again and sighs heavily, the purple hue that was full of rage, leaving him.

“Ok, fine. Where’s that jerk? I’ll fix him up real quick so we can go home.” He grumbled, following you into the kitchen.

Even though Rohan wanted to refuse any treatment from Josuke, he finally accepted the help when you threatened to cry on the spot. His arm had returned to its previous state, unburned and fully functional, thanks to Josuke and Shining Diamond.

Josuke picked up your backpack and held the now fixed front door open for you, while Rohan stood and waved goodbye. You awkwardly returned the wave and made your way back home, your thoughts chaotic and confused.

On the one hand you felt guilty for putting Rohan through such an immense amount of pain, but you were also upset at the humiliation he put you through by reading your life with Heaven’s Door. These thoughts plagued your mind as you laid your head to rest for the night.

It was roughly two in the afternoon when Rohan Kishibe knocked on your front door. A short but older woman answered, complaining about the loudness of the knocks when she looked over the artist.

“Oh, my apologies. You’re that Rohan Kishibe my kids talk about. How may I help you, Mr. Kishibe?” She asked with a warm tone to her voice, leaning against her door frame and smiling up at him.

“Is y/n in? I’d like to deliver this to her personally.” He spoke softly, shaking the box he held in his hands.

Your mother couldn’t help but chuckle to herself. He appeared to be anxious and uncomfortable, most likely it was his first time gifting something like this.

“She’s not home yet, but give her five minutes. Why don’t you come in? You can wait for her up in her room, just don’t go raiding her drawers or anything.” She joked, Rohan’s cheeks turning vivid scarlet.

“I’m only pulling your leg, sweety. I know you’re better than that. Now come on! Have a seat at her desk and I’ll bring you up some lemonade.” Rohan followed her inside.

When they reached your room, Mrs.Higashikata opened the door and waved her hand to your desk seat.

“Pull up that chair there and I’ll be back with some refreshments.” Her smile gleamed at him. She walked off to the kitchen, leaving the artist alone in your room.

Rohan browsed around your room, taking in the personality that was apparent by the many bits of decor that gave your little private space a peculiar style. Your walls held photos printed on Polaroid film, sketches presumably drawn by you, and posters of your favorite video games and shows.

When he glanced around your room, he was immediately caught off guard when he spotted two volumes of his very own manga, propped up and on display in your bookcase. To say he was flattered was an understatement, he was completely floored. You were a fan of his?

His heart was heavy all of a sudden, he felt a dreadful pain in his chest while he held the book in his hands. He turned his head toward the doorway when he heard your voice greet your mother. To regain himself, he quickly skimmed through the pages of the manga he was holding, hearing your distant conversation come to an end.

You entered the room. Dropping your bag at the corner of the closet, your eyes never leaving Rohan while you take a seat on your bed. The mangaka gently placed your copy of Pink Dark Boy back in its original position, turning around now to face you.

“I’d like to humbly apologize for my abhorrent behavior and actions yesterday. I was terrible. I know it might be asking too much of you, but I brought you this as a peace offering. I want us to start over. I’d like to get to know you the right way.” He passes you the box he was carrying with him, nudging you to open it.

Casually unknotting the bow and removing the lid from the bottom, you slowly lift what appears to be a white sundress out of the box. It was beautifully made and looked to be just your size.

“I know it’s not the skirt you tore, but I felt like you deserved something a little more unique.” He averts your gaze quickly when you attempt to gauge his reaction.

The mangaka appears to be flustered, apparently not very used to apologizing. His eyes held a fear of rejection but also a glimmer of hope. A breath you never knew you were holding was released with a quiet hum.

“It’s beautiful, thank you, but do know that buying me things isn’t going to repair my trust in you. We can at the very least start over though.”

Rohan smiled to himself, thankful for your empathetic nature, and nodded a quick yes.

“Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, how about we take that dress and enjoy some tea at the cafe? My treat.”

#rohan kishibe x reader #kishibe rohan x reader #rohan kishibe #kishibe rohan #jjba reader insert #jjba part 4 #jjba x reader #jjba

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ghostietea · 3 years

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Furuba autistic headcanons

With it being April, or autism acceptance month, I wanted to finally drop my list of characters from Fruits Basket that I read as autistic! This is based a lot on my own experience, as well as that of other autistics I know or have seen talk online. I hope some people can get something out of it, feel free to tell me what you think 😊, though please refrain from getting upset that I would dare suggest your fave is autistic.

Hanajima

Before becoming able to better control her powers, she would be constantly overwhelmed by the things she heard to the point that she couldn't even really go out in public. This reads a lot like sensory overload.

Constantly picked on in school because other kids thought she was weird. Eventually reclaimed this weirdness and turned it into a whole persona.

Seems to talk usually in a relatively flat tone.

Had trouble socializing with no friends outside her family until middleschool.

Has a very funny, dry sense of humor that I find very similar to a bunch of autistics I know, including myself.

Hatsuharu

Listen. You have seen the funky little man, you have seen the way he talks, the way he acts around others. He is, and I mean this in the best way, a weirdo. I do not know how you could look at him and see a neurotypical.

Once again, like Hana, Haru is funny in a way that feels very autistic.

Very flat, dry, tone delivery. Sometimes just Says Things that make everyone else go huh??? Suuuuper blunt. Doesn't emote facially a lot of the time.

When this man sees a social norm he doesn't get he WILL NOT follow it. Pierces his ears just because his hair got flak, defends Momiji wearing whatever he wants because sometimes y'know the social rules are just dumb and don't make sense. Especially dress codes.

Sometimes says things not befitting the current tone of the situation.

Represses (masks) a lot of his emotions, leading to outbursts that seem uncharacteristic.

His main childhood trauma revolves around adults branding him as "dumb" and ridiculing him. Haru, however, is super smart and wise!! Just in an offbeat way that not everyone may get.

Machi

Reads as very "flat" emotionally to the point that others would call her boring. Also has a flat vocal delivery.

Relies on specific habits or ways of doing things or else she gets super upset (her hatred of imperfection.

Has trauma surrounding adults completely misconstruing her intentions and thinking she's doing something malicious when she's not.

Generally behaves in a way that's hard for others to understand, one of her formative moments with Yuki was him saying he wanted to "see how the world looks" through her eyes.

Once again, trouble socializing.

Tries super hard to please her parents but in the end they still see her as somehow inherently "defective."

Listen. A lot of this one and the last two are mostly vibes, hard to verbally define. You just have to look at them and trust me.

Tohru

Displays behavior very reminiscent of masking throughout the story, a huge part of her arc is about how she hides a lot of herself and has a very controlled persona. I think it would fit very well if she had other autistic behaviors that she suppresed also it helps explain why she is relatively socially adept, it's learned behavior to make people like her more.

Yes she is very good at saying what others need to hear, but especially early on she is pretty blatantly imitating her mother's words. She only gets better at getting through on a more personal level later on (see her with Rin and Akito v. early series Tohru). She does this by relating her own experiences, a very autistic way of showing empathy that often gets us written off as self centered. The way she relays things her mom said could also be seen as this, and she even worries at a few points that she's being insensitive for going on about things like that.

While emotionally repressed she is hyper empathetic and feels other's emotions so strongly she cries.

Her speech patterns are all imitated from her father and she often copies verbal things from others (see Ritchan-san). Noted in canon that people think her way of speaking is slightly off/not befitting of someone her age. Additionally, her father was polite more sarcastically, while she plays it straight and sometimes takes things very literally or fails to get the message, indicating trouble with reading tone. Has numerous strange verbal tics, including saying parts of her internal monologue out loud without context.

Very expressive with her hands including waving them around and flapping them up and down.

Does have a bit of trouble with accidental insensitivity in social interactions, like how she constantly fixates on her mom and realizes that might bug the Sohma.

Has trouble paying attention in school since it doesn't have much to do with her interests

Her only friend until she was a middle schooler was her mom

Has a pretty unique outlook on things compared to others, people seem to think she's pretty eccentric. There's always a "this girl is nice but in an odd way, she's our weirdo and we love her" vibe.

Sometimes has an "inappropriate" emotional response to situations

Has a lot of trouble with change, similar to Akito. Which oh, look at the time, next hc coming up.

But first, a disclaimer. It is cathartic for me to read Akito this way, but with that reading comes the baggage that she would, mayhaps, be showing a more negative side of things... It doesn't bother me since it's a joint hc with other characters and she does develop at the end but yeah, general villain hc baggage. This is in no way me trying to excuse her being The Worst being autistic doesn't absolve you of being able to do wrong . Also, a lot of these points can and do have other explanations related to her upbringing, but things can be for more than 1 reason. With that said, she really strongly comes off as autistic to me, in a way that's sorta hard to explain. I wrote a lot more for her than the other, both because I felt I needed more to convince people and that this headcanon was more sensitive and I needed to be careful in my explanation. Also hey! She's my special interest within a special interest.

Akito

Shown to have a dislike of summer weather due to heat and brightness, could be due to sensory issues in tandem with sickness things. Also covers her ears when people raise their voice sometimes which is partially her trying to shut down opposition but also 🤔 can read a different way. She'd also avoids louder Juuni like Ritsu and Ayame because she can't handle them.

Wears pretty much the same outfit every single day. Said outfit is also pretty loose fitting.

Always seen sitting in a pretty unconventional way. Evidence:

Of course this is also the isolated in a cult thing and there is a level of her purposefully doing things to intimidate but: doesn't follow a lot of social rules (overly touchy with strangers, legit doesn't get that what she's doing is wrong, ect.). Repeatedly confused when people indicate she should act otherwise without explanation. Has a breakdown when this comes to a head and approximately says that "they" shouldn't expect her to know "common sense" if "they" never explained it to her, that the way that she was was her "common sense."

Often talks in a way uncharacteristic of her age when shown as a child in a more faux mature/pretentious way. Might just be the translation and idk how to explain it but her speech as an adult also seems off from what one would normally use in conversation. Additionally, when she tries to fake being friendly in her intro chapter, it comes of as extremely stiff and unconvincing.

Generally displays behavior that could be thought of as childish as an adult, but a lot of this behavior could also read as autistic (covering ears, emotional deregulation and meltdowns, ignorance of basic social norms, ect.). It's also important to note that she knows that this behavior makes her seem younger and more helpless to the older zodiac and uses it as a manipulation tactic. Has issues regarding people treating her like a child or only hanging out with her because of pity. While she does weaponize it, we can tell that this grates on her, as seen with her finally blowing up on Kureno, which is partially triggered by the maids saying some sorta infantalizing stuff about her. Irl, a lot of autistic adults and teens struggle with being infantalized for our behavior generally or treated as little babies that can do no wrong. Even in fandom, you see people doing stuff like jumping to call autistic adult characters, such as Entrapta from Shera, "minor coded." It is also common for us to have at least one bad experience with someone hanging around us out of pity. This is something that really gave me a similar feeling in Akito's arc. She's not a baby and she can understand and do better if she is given the chance to learn and break from all the freaky cult indoctrination she's been subjected to instead of just being constantly enabled. In the end, a lot of her growth is represented by her showing that she is capable of changing and being independent.

Shows particular difficulty with socialization, often sits by herself spacing out at social events. A lot of her fear is rooted in the fact that she doesn't know how normal relationships work, becoming overly reliant on the curse because she doesn't know how to make friends.

Clings desperately onto the notion of being "special" and in some way superior to others to be worthy and to make up for perceived inherent "flaws." It's the nd gifted kid burnout vibes for me.

Easily bothered by things that don't bother others. Feels emotions very strongly to the point of getting physically ill and has bad emotional regulation.

Relatively good at reading others in an analytical sense (though has more trouble when it comes to seeing how they feel about her since she's wildly delusional) but brings up her observations in a very cold, detached way and hurts people even on the rare occasion she didn't mean to. Has extreme trouble connecting to others and understanding their point of view. This makes her come off as pretty unempathetic even though that might not fully be the case. Also thinks that people like Momiji are trying to look down on her when they try to empathize with her. A lot of why Tohru can get through to her is that she manages to convince Akito that she's not condescending by relating shared traits and experiences. As I said earlier, autistics often empathize by sharing their own experiences with someone, and I know I often have an easier time confiding in other autistics because of a fear of being seen as lesser by those that don't understand me. I think the connection between these charachters and the way that Tohru manages to reach Akito like that while others couldn't makes a lot of sense through an autistic lense!

Additionally, when Akito herself gets around to trying to help others instead of just projecting trauma, she tries to reach out to the old maid by relating back to her own experiences. This however, doesn't work.

Has "cold" emotional reactions sometimes even to things that do make her upset. For example, how sort of calm and detached she acted after her father's death can make her seem uncaring. However, we know that this event did mess her up a lot and she is still (poorly) dealing with a lot of grief from the death of her father years later.

Copies mannerisms from others, the most blatant example is with Ren, who she directly parrots lines from as a child to Yuki.

Partly just her posturing, but gestures a lot with her hands when she talks. Also seen several times clutching her hands in her hair.

Deals extremely poorly with the idea of things changing to the point that it is a driving force of the story.

Does not understand when people tease her.

Ect. Ect. Ect. Listen, I could go on for ages but just trust me, the mean gremlin lady is autistic.

#fruits basket #akito sohma #tohru honda #saki hanajima #machi kuragi #hatsuharu sohma #actually autistic #meta

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reincarnated70sbaby · 3 years

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linger

listen before you read!

robert plant xfem!oc

warnings : drug use, swearing, trucklot of angst ;)

word count : 2.1k

an: was listening to ‘linger’ by the cranberries and I couldn’t pass up this angsty idea I got 😎 timeline is off but yolo ig...

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Sloane leaned down to the table to take an extra line for her pre-performance nerves. She felt a little more nervous today, this particular concert being one of the largest yet. She was the front woman of The CAPs, who were opening for Led Zeppelin for their summer of ‘69 tour. This was exactly the break the band needed, finally getting recognition for all their talent and hard work over the last two years.

She applied a little powder to her face, and patted on her classic red lipstick to her slightly chapped lips. Securing the clasps of her platform red heels, she shook her body in hopes of shaking away her anxious jitters. Once she had finished her body-shaking ritual, she walked out from the wings of the stage.

As she walked across to centre stage, wind blowing through the holes of her white crochet dress. The crowd cheered loudly as the band waved to them.

“How’s everyone doin’ today? It’s so hot today, my boobs are sweating off!” She greeted the crowd with her bubbly nature. Adjusting the mic stand to her height, she continued to address the huge crowd. “Today’s set list will have a slight adjustment to it, we’re starting off with a new song I wrote just last night. It’s a little softer than our other music, so just sit back- or should I say lean back on the person behind you - and relax. This is called ‘Linger’ "

While she was speaking to the crowd, a teenage roadie ran onto the stage and placed a stool, for Sloane to sit on, and disappeared again in a heartbeat. The crowd, didn’t even take notice of the young boy, entranced with the tawny blonde singer as usual.

Sloane sat down, crossed her legs and nodded toward Rory, to begin. Rory started picking a simple guitar melody on his trusty Gibson acoustic, the first guitar he ever picked up. Sloane swayed lightly to the rhythm, eyes on the horizon above the crowd. Soon after, Marshall joined in with quiet, but strong beat on drums. At the same time, Oscar added the baseline to the song.

Taking a deep breath, Sloane began the song.

If you, If you could return, Don’t let it burn, Don’t let it fade, I’m sure I’m not being rude, It’s just your attitude, It’s tearing me apart, It’s ruining every day

I swore, I swore I would be true, But honey so did you, So why were you holding her hand? Is that the way we stand? We’re you lying all the time? Was it just a game to you?

Sloane sang gently, her eyes closed with a pained look on her face. She thought back to the day before, when everything fell apart.

———

“Sloane, honey, please tell me what’s wrong! You’re being so closed off with me today!” Robert pleaded, grabbing her hand while she was walking away. Sloane yanked her hand away and walked towards an empty storeroom in the hotel corridor.

“Don’t get any ideas, we need to talk privately” Sloane commanded as she entered into the storeroom. It had barely enough space for both of them to fit, being crammed full with towels and bedsheets.

“Please, love, jus’ tell me what’s bothering you, I wanna make you happy”

“Oh fuck off Robert, you’re so fake and a liar. These past couple of months have all been a lie!”

“What’re talkin’ about? I have never lied to you once”

“Seriously? ‘I’ve never lied to you’? Are you actually for real right now? Do you know what I just found out Robert? You’re fucking married! And she’s coming here tonight! You didn’t think I would deserve to know that!” She yelled, ignoring her previous statement about keeping this private.

“I didn’t tell you because I was scared okay? I have never felt like this before with anyone else. All the groupies were just for sex, but when I met you I had fallen for you Slo, you make me a better person in every way”

“I don’t care how I make you feel, you’re still married! With kids! How would they feel if they found out their father was in a relationship with a woman other than their mother? I can’t believe you did this to me willingly, even after I told you what happened with my parents. That messed me up, seeing my father with another woman, and leaving my mother for her. Never seeing him again, choosing his new family over me and my siblings. That hurts me the most Robert, you knew my history and you ignored it!” Sloane cried out, tears falling freely on her face, running her dark eye makeup.

“I never meant to hurt you love, you mean so much to me. I just didn’t think- I never fuckin think, but I my feelings were so strong for you, I never thought about Maureen, I’m shamed to admit it” Robert plead, guilt weighing on his conscience. He reached out to wipe her tears away, but Sloane turned her head, the same pained look on her face.

“We’re done. I can’t stay with someone who could forget about their own wife and kids, and forget to tell their girlfriend that she’s actually a mistress. Goodbye” Sloane said, pushing her way out of the cramped closet, before running to the elevator at the end of the hall.

———

But I’m in so deep, You know I’m such a fool for you, You got me wrapped around your finger, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?

Sloane sang emotionally, a single tear escaped her tear duct. She took the break for guitar solo to take a couple deep breathes, and to calm her heightened emotions down.

Oh, I thought the world of you, I thought nothing could go wrong, But I was wrong, I was wrong

If you, if you could get by, Trying not to lie, Things wouldn’t be so confused, And I wouldn’t feel so used, But you always knew, I just want to be with you

———

Sloane sat at the large round table, sipping her wine. The two bands had just completed all the concerts in France, and were having a celebratory dinner for the night. The lights were dim in the fancy restaurant, but Sloane could still see the heartbreaking sight of Maureen and Robert cozying up to eachother. She longed to be the one Robert was dedicated to, to be his Maureen, to be the one who sipped on his beer instead of her wine for a change, to rest her hand on his knee. She wished to be the one who would sleep with him in bed each night, without a worry of cheating or unfaithfulness. Her heart was also broken for Maureen, she was so inlove with Robert, as was he with her. She was also probably the greatest mother out there, being a single parent for a lot of the year.

Sloane switched her focus from the smitten couple, to Marshall and John Bonham's discussion on gongs, congas and all exotic drums.

Everything had been going so well, the concerts each night going to wonderfully, the bands got on great together. Even all the touring crew and management got on well with eachother. It was like one, big, slightly dysfunctional family.

Sloane wished she could vent to one of her bandmates about her case of ill fated love, but she knew if she told any of the CAP boys, tension would arise between the bands, and she simply couldn't bear to break the harmony.

“I’m sorry everyone, but I feel a bit ill and I think it would be best if I went to my room” Sloane announced, rising from her chair. She briefly locked eyes with Robert, before averting her eyes that threatened to fill with tears.

“Are you sure you’re okay Slo? I can come up and look after you if you feel faint or anything?” Rory asked genuinely, concerned for his little sister, he noticed she had been a little less bubbly than normal today.

“I’m fine Ror, I’ll think being on the go and travelling for the last couple of months has caught up with me. I’ll call you if I need you. Love you” she said, hugging him tightly.

“Love you, stay safe sis”

A chorus of goodbyes were heard as she left the table and walked out of the brassiere restaurant.

As soon as she entered her large room, she decided to clean up her stuff in order to distract herself. She folded all her clothes, tucked all her shoes into her suitcase, and cleaned up her makeup station on the vanity, placing the assortment of beauty products in the black makeup bag she owned.

After she was done cleaning, she ordered a couple bottles of wine, with some croissant from room service, taking advantage of the readily available French delicacies.

Lowering herself into the warm bubble bath she ran while waiting for her room service, her mind wandered to the whole situation, creating lyrics in her head. Luckily she brought her songbook, so there was no need to get out of the bath in search for it. She poured her heart out into the lyrics. After finishing the lyrics up, she soaked for a little longer, until she felt herself pruning and wrapped the fuzzy bath robe around herself.

She was about to turn off her bedside light to sleep, when she heard a light knock on the door. Her head scrambled, trying to figuring out who it was. Must be Rory checking up on me she thought. Opening the door, her heart skipped a beat at the visitor.

“Sloane let me-“

“Robert, please, I told you we were over”

“Will you let me speak, I need to talk to you”

Sloane stepped aside from the door, letting him in. She guided him to the seating area of the room, not wanting to risk being near the bed.

“Uh, d’want tea or something?” Sloane asked the blonde man, the air heavy with awkward tension.

“Yeah sure, love. That’d be great” Robert answered warmly.

“So, what do you want to say” Sloane asked, pushing his tea on front of him.

“Sloane, I’m sorry. I still do love you and I hate that I fucked everything up. I was just so infatuated- I still am, and I regret that I made you feel upset. I just want to say sorry”

“I- I still love you too Robert, it wasn’t just one sided, I really thought you were the one”

“Sloane, I don’t know what to say… If- if you ask me to, I will. I want you. I want to be yours.”

“Robert- I. I can’t do that. As much as I want to love you and be with you, I can’t be a homewrecker. I’ve seen the way you are with Maureen, you love her. I know in my gut that you’re better off with her. She loves you and deserves you 100%” Sloane’s face was wet with tears.

“Uh, okay. I’m sorry love, I really wish I didn’t fuck up our relationship. I really hope that one day we can be friends again, when you’re ready” Robert got up to leave, but was stopped when Sloane grabbed his hand.

“There’s a part of me that will always love you Robert. This was wonderful while it lasted” She spoke with a sad smile on her face.

Robert squeezed her hand in agreement, before exiting the room.

———

And I’m in so deep, You know I’m such a fool for you You got me wrapped around your finger, oh, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have to? Do you have to let it linger?

Oh I’m in so deep, You know I still have love for you, My love has wrapped me round your finger, oh, Do you have to let it linger? Do you have? Do you have to let it linger?

The CAPs finished their song, and Sloane stood up to thank the crowd.

“Robert, darling, there you are. Was that singer at the dinner last night?” Maureen asked warmly to her husband, joining him in the wings.

“Uh, yeah, but she left early because of travel sickness y’know the sort” Robert answered absentmindedly, his deep blue eyes trained on the lead singer, who was preparing for the next song in the band’s set list.

“I must have missed her. She’s gorgeous, isn’t she? I love that song she just sang, great voice” Maureen mused, admiring Sloane’s confidence , akin to her husbands.

“Yeah, yeah she is. She’s a beautiful person, inside and out”

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my first Robert fic!!! I’m more of a Jimmy girl, but I love the golden god too (Leo men <3)

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