#he just be constantly Tripping ™️

[cowgurrrl]

Nobody asked but here are my headcanons for Joel as the ultimate girl dad™️

Gets Ellie into a routine as soon as possible so she knows what to expect in her day-to-day life. There’s not much he can guarantee outside of their home but he can make sure she eats, does her homework, and is off to bed at the same time every night.

Speaking of bed, he’s the dad who has a STRICT bedtime set. He can’t sleep until he knows Ellie is safe in bed and even though she’s a teenager he still makes her be in bed by 10 but he absolutely can be persuaded to let her stay up with a long game of cards, guitar lessons, or a movie.

Before Ellie, he would’ve been reckless if it meant keeping Jackson safe but now that he knows she’s relying on him he does things slower and safer.

Maria teaches him how to cut hair so he can help Ellie because he knows how hard it is for her to trust other people especially when they have something that could be used as a weapon so close to her head.

Definitely pushed her into the river while teaching her how to swim. She was pissed and didn’t talk to him until after dinner.

Ellie becomes known as “Joel’s girl” and neither of them correct anybody who says it

Slips notes into Ellie’s backpack when she’s not looking so when she gets to math class and opens her notebook, a sticky note with Joel all-caps handwriting falls out and reads, Why was the toilet paper unstoppable? And on the other side it says, because it was on a roll

He laughed about it for ten minutes before forgetting about it

Ellie secretly keeps all of his notes in a box under her bed

Teaches her how to play football in the spring when all the snow has melted and accuses her of cheating when she scores against him

“How could I cheat? It’s fucking football!” “You’re abusing an old man, you know that?”

Although Ellie never calls Joel dad, there’s an unspoken agreement between them. Joel hated Father’s Day after Sarah died but that Father’s Day they settled, two bouquets of flowers show up on the dining room table with a note from Ellie.

Saw these and thought of you, the note reads. One from me and one from her.

He cries the first time he gets them. He can’t remember the last time anyone gave him flowers.

Lord help the teacher who has to call Joel in for his first parent-teacher conference in twenty years. Everyone is Jackson knows how protective he is over Ellie and her teacher is only slightly terrified of him.

Ellie constantly steals Joel’s shirts and he pretends not to notice

He’s always looking for new tapes for her Walkman and asks every group that comes through Jackson if they have anything

Ellie ends up with three new tapes to listen to by the end of their first year of being settled

Joel knows he’s probably doing a million things wrong and danger is always lurking and the time they have together is fleeting but he does his best to be good for her. He apologizes when he yells, he shows up to her first guitar recital, and constantly reminds her how loved she is even if there aren’t always words exchanged

Sometimes it’s a hug, the squeeze of a hand, or a ruffle of hair but they both know it means so much more. Giving and receiving affection would’ve been seen as a show of weakness in Boston, a vulnerability that others can play into. Here, love doesn’t have to hide or be shunned to the dark corners of their lives. They can just be.

Who knew Ellie tripping Joel while playing football in the spring meadow meant so much more than anyone else thought?

Tumblr if you delete my last paragraph one more time I’m going to gnaw my arm off

#joel miller headcanon #joel miller fluff #joel and ellie #ellie williams #ellie miller #joel miller #joel miller the last of us #joel miller drabble #joel miller x reader #the last of us x reader #the last of us hbo #the last of us #ellie williams headcanons #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess #pushing my Joel Miller girl dad agenda once again

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Do you think we could get more Javier content/headcanons?? If you have the time ofc 🙏

Javier Escuella HC

PLZ THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO WRITE BRO OMG as a Mexican I feel so connected to Javier and it's so easy to write funny head canons using my own life experiences. Most of these are modern hc too hehe

Warnings: none

Warnings: None

Says he's going to play his guitar but just ends up sitting there for hours saying he's going to start but never does

In relation to the last HC, if it were modern Javier, he'd sit down to play then instantly start scrolling on his phone

Construction worker™️💯

I can see him making one of those corny ass posts that goes "My hands look like this so hers can look like that" and it's his rough and calloused hands next to yours with cute manicured nails

If not a construction worker then he works at a Mexican restuarant and he's the cook that CONSTANTLY flirts with you

As you're about to pay he insists he pay for you

Gets super sad on days you don't show up

Gossips with you like he's one of the girls, has some bomb ass chisme

Would be SUPER proper when he meets your dad. I'm talking best outfit he's got with his most expensive cologne and accessorized to the max.

Would help your mom around the house with dishes/cleanliness and cooking and would help your dad with construction around the yard or house in general

Autism be damned my boy can work a grill

I can imagine your family inviting him out for a trip together and he'd pack like three bags for something as chill as the beach

If y'all have kids together DO NOT leave them alone with him he will somehow be coerced into buying them all the toys and sweets they want within hours

If you two ever broke up you aren't getting rid of him he's been assimilated into the family already whether you like it or not

Will call you corny ass nicknames like "chikibaby" as much as he would "amor" or "princessa"

He'd probably hate going to Ross

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption community #red dead redemption 2 x reader #writing #van der linde gang x reader #red dead fanfiction #javier escuella fluff #javier escuella rdr2 #javier escuella x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader fluff

[eomayas]

Airport Dad™️ (who in exo is an airport dad)

minseok: he is an airport dad if he plans the trip, otherwise, you will have his boarding pass/passport. but he definitely wants to get to the airport on time regardless.

junmyeon: oh he is definitely an airport dad. he is so used to taking care of the members that it’s simply just second nature to him. he’s got your boarding pass/passport in his bag before you can even think to look for it.

baekhyun: tries to be an airport dad, but fails. he misplaces his boarding pass after going through security (it’s in his bag, of course) and then gives up and let’s you carry everything to make sure nothing gets lost. it’s more safe with you anyway!

jongdae: there is no way he isn’t an airport dad! he makes sure your bag is the proper weight before getting to the airport, has all of your itinerary printed out and in a folder, along with your boarding pass/passport. you simply just need to show up, which he takes care of as well.

chanyeol: he is the farthest thing from being an airport dad. you don’t even let him carry his own boarding pass/passport for fear of it being lost, thus you getting delayed. he’s a pro at airport security, so there’s no problems there, but you take care of everything else.

kyungsoo: also an airport dad. everything is properly planned out to the minute, and he arrives at the airport exactly 2 hours before boarding, and smoothly gets through security with both of your stuff in tow. he constantly checks the board with departures to make sure the plane is still on time!!

jongin: definitely not an airport dad! he gives you all of his documents before you guys even leave for the airport, because he cannot be trusted to keep track of them. he lets you take control of everything up until you land at your destination.

sehun: similar to baekhyun, he tries and fails, but only because he realizes it would be much easier to make you take care of everything. he’s less prompt, but never misses his plane!

#exo #exo scenarios #exo reactions #exo fluff #exo imagines #exo kpop #exo kai #exo chen #exo sehun #exo suho #exo do #exo chanyeol #exo baekhyun #exo xiumin #exo x you #exo x reader #exo x y/n #kyungsoo #byun baekhyun #kim jongin #park chanyeol #oh sehun #kim junmyeon #kim jongdae #kim minseok #do kyungsoo

[aphroditestummyrolls]

Finally, finally, finally— in the next day or so (maybe tonight??) I’ll be posting the first chapter of the Wylan Whump Fic™️.

Until then: a snippet

“Jes, I… can we not talk about it right now? Can it wait?”

It hit him like a slap across the face.

“Can it—“ suddenly, he didn’t feel solid, like his fear shook his atoms loose. Every part of him was unsteady. “No, Wylan, it can’t wait, this is the second time in a week you’ve fully stopped breathing, and you—“

The pathway between his brain and his mouth seemed like a fucking labyrinth. Fumbling his words, Jes abruptly gave up and clicked his mouth shut— he didn’t know what to say or how to say it, but he needed to move. In the corner of his eye, Wylan’s slim, bony frame shrunk away from him. Like he was trying to disappear.

It hurt. These past months, he tried to not to take it all too personally— the evasion, the mystery, the things left unsaid. But, it had never been like this before.

What happened to you? He wanted to cry out. Why are you so afraid? Who hurt you?

It was just another question to add to the never ending mountain of them since he’d met Wylan. Where did you come from? How did a prince like you end up all the way down here? How do you know all the amazing things you know?

He used to ask every time the words popped into his head. It was so easy to let his mouth run, and Wylan was so easy to talk to— he should be easy to ask questions of, too. Right? Jesper said it all with awe and wonder, how do you know that? Or who taught you that? He hardly thought it would be… so unwelcome.

After Shu Han, he asked less. Wylan wouldn’t give more than a one or two word answer anyway— just a shrug, or duck his pretty face away from Jesper’s gaze.

Lately, it felt like he was standing in a blocked corridor with locked doors on all sides. Nowhere to go, and constantly knocking, calling for people who weren’t willing to answer— Da? How could he ever look his father in the eye again? Jesper had closed that proverbial door himself. Then there was Inej, Inej was gone. Nina wasn’t close enough. Kaz? Kaz didn’t let anyone in.

He expected it from Kaz— when had he ever gotten more than the bare minimum from him? Jes wasn’t blind, he knew what his value was to his best friend. He was a tool, easily manipulated. Kaz saw him as a child, and the worst part was that he wasn’t wrong. Jesper was childish.

His fingers twitched, the tips of them rubbing like he could feel chips between them.

He knew what he was to Kaz.

But, what was he to Wylan?

Another question for the pile, he thought bitterly. He knows what you are— you told him everything. He’s too smart to hang around much longer. He knows you’re unreliable, can’t keep your mouth shut or your kruge in your pocket, or—

The window was permanently stuck open, and the curtains fluttered with the chill of the autumn twilight. Jesper practically tripped over his feet to the fresh air, shaking his head to clear it.

“Jes? Jes, please—“ Wylan’s voice was so small. The sound of it solidified in his chest like jagged ice. He flexed his hands with the urge to go to him, to hold him.

But, his touch wasn’t welcome. It had only made it all worse, hadn’t it?

Tugging his curls until he was sure he looked a bit insane, Jesper forced himself to turn around and face that voice.

Saints.

#not feeling too fabulous about it but I need to just put it into the world I’m spiraling again #wesper #jesper fahey #wylan van eck #six of crows #shadow and bone netflix #grishaverse #the wylan whump fic™️

[bwoahtastic]

nico having the world's worst pregnancy! constantly throwing up, cannot sleep properly, headaches, heartburn, swollen ankles, nosebleeds, getting light headed and almost fainting any time he stands up, greasy hair and weight gain. he has literally never felt worse about himself and is Not Having a Good Time™️ being pregnant, especially as Toto is away so much. he's forced into bedrest for the final few months and Toto begs Seb, who has not been happy about the relationship or the pregnancy (cut to Seb screaming at Toto that Seb's sibling is going to be younger than Seb's children) to help nico out while he's away. Seb begrudgingly agrees, although he instructs Max and Charles to call Nico grandpa/grandma because he knows it annoys him ("if you didn't want to be called grandma, you shouldn't have shacked up with a man who already had grandchildren. i'm just trying to include you, nico") and is kind of smug about the whole thing at first, but once he sees just how much nico is struggling and realises that nico doesn't have any family or really any friends who could help, he takes pity on him and they actually begin to bond. nico is very sweet with max and charles, if a bit awkward, and they're so excited when nico lets them feel the baby kicking, because neither of them has actually experienced that before. Seb is still a bit unhappy about having a stepmother who is only two years older than him and a sibling that is younger than his own children, but he gets to the point where he can admit that maybe nico is not the worst person in the world, and might actually make his dad happy

Oh pls!

Seb being so upset for a while as Toto starts seeing Nico. Nico is barely older than Seb which is almost insulting and then he gets pregnant? Which means Seb will have a half sibling younger than his own kids...

He is so nasty to Nico for a while, and to Toto too tbh because he hates how his father could do this! But then his dad calls him one day because he is so worried about Nico. He and Nico had been video calling as Toto is away on a business trip and Nico looked so sickly and tired.

Seb going over and finding Nico in bed, clearly.not eating much and feeling so sickly and Seb sighs and starts helping Nico to get up and get washed up before making him some food he will manage to stomach.

Charles and Max are with Seb because its his days off while Kimi is working and Seb does tell Charles and maxy (who are definitely twins) to call Nico grandma cos Nico hates it lmao!

Seb,feeling sorry for Nico and they start to get along better and Seb also tells his dad he needs to be home more, Nico needs him!

Nico letting the pups feel when the baby is kicking and he always tries to make space in his nest for seb! He loves seb, he is the firdt friend he had in a long time🥺

#asks

[serialadoptersbracket]

Full Propaganda: Phoenix Wright

(Mod note: Also a shoutout to the submitter who begged me to use the beanie pic)

1. “This man cannot walk five feet without accidentally tripping over yet another new kid/teen sidekick.”

2. “his mentor dies leaving behind her teenage sister hes like 'my sister now' teenage sister's aunt is arrested, and her 9yo cousin needs looking after 'say no more' dudes entire career comes crashing down around him at the same time a dude abandons his daughter 'looks like i have a reason to live now'”

3. “Tired old man (he’s 35) single lawyer dad of two other lawyers and a famous magician. Absolutely unhinged but appears Normal™️. Constantly embarrasses himself and is routinely assaulted and verbally abused in court but wins all his cases anyway (and he only forged evidence like twice!). Runs his own law firm (possible front for adopting more children?) and has 100% faith in his kids and his clients (two categories that overlap wayyyy too often, he and his family are constantly being framed for murder). He has a dumb hairstyle and no one ever lets him forget it. Phoenix has eaten glass before and would probably do so again. He has also survived falling from a 40-foot burning bridge into an ice-cold river, being the victim of a hit-and-run, and nearly being executed by a foreign government twice. Plus he’s bisexual and suffers from gay angst disease. Phoenix Wright is God’s favorite and he should be yours too!”

4. “Phoenix will see a young person going through truama and be like: "Is anyone going to help them?" And then not wait for an answer.”

5. “He may have only legally adopted Trucy, but he in spirit adopted the others. Phoenix just sees a girl (and Apollo) wandering through life without a parent and goes “is anyone going to parent and raise this?” And then doesn’t wait for an answer”

6. “This man can't go one game in his series without finding a new young person in a desperate situation who he picks up and makes his personal responsibility. Textbook serial adopter.”

7. “Canon says he adopted Trucy. I will argue he’s also adopted Apollo for… various reasons, and if he’s adopted one lawyer why not adopt another? I can’t imagine he’d look at her and the dad instincts… didn’t kick in. He’s also an older brother figure to Maya if that means anything here”

8. “Phoenix legally adopted Trucy and has just been taking kids without parents into his law agency ever since. Also if you consider him and Edgeworth to be together, then Edgeworth also essentially adopted Kay Faraday, so that's another one right there.”

9. “He's a lawyer. He adopts a little sister after her sister (his boss) dies. His client runs out on him so he does the logical thing and adopts the daughter he left behind even as his life falls apart. He meets her biological brother and manipulates him into joining his found family. I have no idea how he met teenage Lawyer Athena but that's his daughter now too.”

#serial adopters bracket #not a poll #propaganda #phoenix wright #ace attorney #if this looks familiar it’s because it escaped the queue towards the beginning of round 2 #don’t know how that happened

[jamiesfootball]

You have multiple trademarks!!

Fix-it™️ you can take canon bits and craft them into something that feels authentic, earned and truer to character than the original pieces had been! You elevate the source material without disregarding it’s flaws

Tangible™️ something about your articulation makes the world you’re writing for feel physically real and touch-ably close

Roy-voice™️ I said this in a comment before but I’ll say it again: I don’t think your expression of Roy and how he speaks/thinks could be better if he was a character you’d created from scratch

Earthquake-emotions™️ because your writing always makes me feel RIDICULOUS levels of various emotions that require something similar to the richter-scale for me to even start to measure

💚💚💚

VERY NICE TO ME. AND DON'T THINK I'M NOT PLANNING TO RESPOND TO YOUR VERY VERY LOVELY COMMENTS

(that I have reread the normal amount of times)

The fixing thing is particularly important to me. I've mentioned before, I honestly have a hard time doing fix-its that are like 'and then I changed this One Thing I didn't like.' It's a challenge to myself that one day I'll do that but it's a struggle. Seismic changes or re-contextualizing the entire story are somehow easier to me.

Tangible and Earthquake-emotions are THE GOAL I love reading those things and so that is always what I am aiming for and I'm so happy you think I do those well enough to be a trademark thank yooooou

Roy-voice™️is honestly such a fun term. Thank you for coining this. I don't know if I necessarily write Roy well on the first drafts, but I certainly think I have an ear for what he sounds like when I read it back! He's just.... very important to me. For a character with so much depth, he's got such an obvious front that I think it's very easy for fandom interpretations to fall back on his surface-level traits (especially his anger and his struggles with expressing himself). Once I started writing him, I couldn't really stop- I'm just constantly tripping over new facets.

#thank you so much for this! #for all your lovely comments really! #ask game #ask box is always open

[orgxnas]

The Bad Batch as Dads

I feel like this has been done before? But my take on it

Hunter

The Outdoorsman Father™️

Drives a busted up pickup truck and REFUSES to buy a new one (he just keeps fixing it and it works?)

Wakes you up early to go fishing (like I’m talking 5 am) at your favorite creek/river/lake

After being out on the water for a few hours he’ll take you to breakfast at the local diner near the spot

Built a treehouse in the backyard

Brought you along to Home Depot to pick out the wood for the treehouse

Gave you a Swiss Army knife for your 10th birthday

Takes you to the lake to swim during the summer

Wears exclusively flannel and blue jeans

Makes the best Belgian waffles

Drinks his coffee BLACK. No cream, no sugar, no nothing

Pulls you out of school for the day to take you hiking up your fav mountain bc “the color is great this year! It’s worth missing a day of class to see these trees!”

Owns a small cabin in the woods that he takes you on a yearly trip to in the late summer

Tech

Software Engineer father

Homework with him is either hell or heaven

You’ll either leave the kitchen table burnt out and crying or with a whole new understanding of the material

Not overly emotionally involved with you but he def makes an effort

Picks you up from school on Fridays and then takes you out for dinner at your fav restaurant

He likes to watch documentaries and docu-series with you

Thinks it’s important to know about things even as random as the eating habits of squirrels

Helps you pick out your first computer

You both eat the same cereal (honey nut cheerios with cut up strawberries)

Teaches you how to do some basic coding

Works out on the porch in the summertime so he can keep an eye on you while you play in the yard

Soccer dad?

Wrecker

Former Athlete dad

Either a pro athlete or college athlete, either way he doesn’t play anymore

Def played rugby (he’s a rugby lad I will not be taking criticism)

Got you involved in EVERY sport growing up (soft/baseball, soccer, flag football, basketball, and rugby let’s be real here)

Didn’t force you to play tho, if sports weren’t your thing he’d respect that, he just thinks a lil healthy competition is good for you

Every sports drink imaginable is inside your fridge

Encourages you to eat your fill of food to keep up your energy

Has SO much exercise equipment that he got off of eBay in the basement (he’s trying to built a home gym)

Always watching a match on the tv

Goes for morning runs

Likes to show you old clips from his days as an athlete and goes “YOU SEE THAT? Guess who that is? That’s your old man right there! Bet you didn’t know I was that strong and quick huh!”

Def put on a few pounds since retiring and becoming a father but still in really good shape

Lives in athleisure

Is frequently found in the garage looking at his old trophies, plaques, and awards

Echo

Social Studies Teacher dad

I cant explain it, it just makes sense?

His students love him

the single moms at the school love him too

He does the grocery shopping at home and brings you with

Let’s you sit at the table with him and help while he grades homework and tests

He watches Curse of Oak Island

History channel after dinner is a nightly ritual with you two

Plot twist, he’s the social studies teacher at YOUR school

He teaches a few grades above you, so he’s not your teacher yet, but will be eventually

Homework with him is always pleasant and never stressful

Watches football on sundays and let’s you help make the pigs in a blanket

Teaches you how to drive

Crosshair

The Redneck father

LIKE PLS ARE YOU KIDDING ?

He already has the tooth pick in the mouth constantly

And the guns?

Yeah def the redneck dad

Smokes Marlboro reds for sure

You know that girl on tiktok who does the Cig Mom POVs? Yeah think that

Makes you grab him a beer from the garage fridge

Goes fishing a lot

Either loves taking you hunting or hates it

Likes it bc it means he can spend time with his kid doing something that he enjoys

Hates it bc you’re never quiet or still enough and you scare off all the game

Also drinks his coffee black but somehow it’s even more nasty than Hunter’s?

He does take you with him to the bar tho for happy hour and teaches you how to play the pool and the ring game

Used to play football in high school

I don’t even think this man is registered to vote

Shows up to your youth base/softball games and is asked to leave bc he started swearing and almost getting into fights with the other teams dads

Not emotionally involved in your life at all

Until he found out you had a date

Then he acted all intimidating towards your date and subtly threatened them

Homework with him is traumatic for the both of you

#the bad batch #hunter the bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #tech the bad batch #echo the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #I love them your honor

[davnittbraes]

The Fourth Step - Chapter Thirty-Four

Part of The World Is Light, Embodied.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5100

Warnings, etc.: anxiety, angst, mentions of strict religious code in a negative context, fluffy fluff, silly banter because it’s these two, SMUT, Mando’s Fingering Skills™️, squirting, a good old fashioned prone bone, I’ve always wanted to use that sentence somehow and I’m delighted to have finally done so, tender afterglow moment that hurt my heart to write

Notes: this chapter is like a parfait - a layer of domesticity, a dollop of heart-to-heart conversation, a whole-ass scoop of sexytimes and a cherry on top of introspection. Enjoy and please brush your teeth afterwards.

Mando’a translations at the end of the chapter.

Please check out the Series Masterlist page for more info.

“Well, pfassk.” 

You press down on the lid of the storage crate again, but it still doesn’t quite close enough for the latches to catch. 

Throwing the lid open, you glare at the contents inside. “Which one of you is causing the problem?”

Quiet is the only response, the contents silent and the ship’s engines a gentle hum in the background. The kid’s soft babbling drifts down from the cockpit, and Din’s muffled reply. 

You’d taken on the task of putting away the supplies you’d bought on Nevarro while he ran diagnostics on the Crest or some other such mechanical wizardry. And since the kid had a habit of climbing into small spaces when you weren’t looking - that time he’d locked himself in a crate still makes your stomach turn with anxiety - Din had removed him from temptation.

It’s good for you, having something to keep your hands and mind busy right now. 

Those emotions that have been simmering for a couple days are close to the surface, but it’s going to take time and concentration to talk through them. Not something you want to try with a mischievous little green dude constantly pulling your attention. 

But that’s ok, you can wait until the kid goes to bed. 

You know Din will be there to listen, whenever you’re ready. 

Reaching into the crate, you move around the rations you’d just stacked inside, taking the first few off the top and sliding them into a small gap toward the back. 

Your gaze snags on something unfamiliar. 

A large, grey box underneath where you had first put the rations. 

You had somehow missed it before, but now it’s a glaring strangeness. Nervousness flutters in your stomach - given the type of people you and Din are trying to avoid, a random box showing up on the ship is probably not a good sign. 

There’s a flap or something sticking out of the top - a scrap of paper? 

Carefully, you pull it free, trying not to shift the box too much. 

It has writing on it, scrawling, uneven letters but you can read it -

You might act like teenagers but your backs definitely aren’t young anymore. Take care of yourselves, my friends.

Understanding slices through the nerves. 

Cara Dune. 

She must have snuck this in while helping you load up supplies, just before you’d left Nevarro. 

Your smile shifts into a grin as you pull the grey box out into the open, see the words printed on the side. 

Anticipation trips your heartbeat. 

Suddenly you’re looking forward to the kid’s bedtime for another reason. 

*****

Your heart keeps up its fluttering throughout the day, though its reason alternates between excitement and nervousness. 

The kid is thankfully well-behaved, and adorably grateful when you tuck his stuffed frog that you’d found into his pod. At some point in the last few weeks, the toy had ended up beneath a shelf and despite you and Din searching for the better part of an hour, it had remained there until you’d moved it while rearranging the hold. 

Now, the kid is snuggled into his hammock, stuffed frog clutched in his tiny clawed hands, breathing even and slow as sleep finally pulls him away from the world. 

Your gaze lingers on the frog. 

A flash of memory - 

Din, sifting through a small box full of trinkets, odds and ends that Cara’s recruits had gathered while they cleared the Aqualish raiders from the sewers that had once been his home. 

I know the child it belongs - belonged to. She would want you to have it.

The guilt that had dulled his voice, then his confession that he blamed himself for the deaths of so many of his people. 

You had tried to find the words to lessen the weight of his guilt, but it’s woven through his sense of obligation to his people, so firmly embedded you don’t think he’ll ever be truly free of it. 

Because he’ll never let go of that obligation.

The well of emotion you’ve been keeping just under the surface roils, threatens to break through.

“I could hear you thinking from the cockpit.”

His natural gentle rasp is obvious even through the helmet’s modulator, soothing and familiar enough that you don’t startle as you realize he’d come down the ladder without you hearing him, too lost in thought to see he’s standing right next to you until this moment. 

You smile, though it feels weak. “Sorry. I’ll try to be quieter next time.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He runs a finger gently along the edge of the hammock in a wordless goodnight to the kid, then keys the bunk door closed and takes off his gloves, tucking them into his belt. “I’ll listen, whenever it gets too loud.”

Your smile is genuine this time, gaze lingering in the curve of his helmet under the dim lights, seeking his gaze behind the black visor. “I know you will.”

His hands cup your face, warm and reassuring. You revel in his touch for a moment, breathing deep, then grasp them, press a kiss to a palm before curling your fingers around them and holding them against the place where your heart pounds at your ribcage. 

You need to feel those hands, close, steady, as you let that well of emotion rise to the forefront. 

He waits, ever patient, watching you. 

Always watching you. 

Funny how it used to make you uncomfortable. 

Now it reminds you that he sees you. 

He sees you. 

And he trusts you to be honest with him. To be in this together. 

A single deep breath, your heartbeat thudding as your lungs expand and contract. 

Talk to him. 

You meet his gaze behind the visor. “I know what I was feeling, the other day. When you said Karga had a lead on the location of other Mandalorians.” Your head shakes a little, negating your own words. “I know what I’m still feeling.”

He doesn’t speak, a soft squeeze of your hands all the encouragement you need. 

“It’s a lot of things, actually. Not just one feeling - no, wait.” You pausing, looking inward, parsing through the buzz of emotion. “I think it feels like a lot of things because it’s so much, but when I look deeper, past all the noise, I can see what it really is.”

A subtle shift, he edges closer to you, thumbs stroking over the backs of your hands. 

The noise clears, sharpens, realizes. 

You swallow past the threatening lump in your throat. “It’s fear. I’m afraid, Din.”

Tension twitches his fingers, the helmet tilts slightly. “Afraid of what?”

The words almost get stuck, snag on your tongue, it’s so tempting to push them back and say something else, something that hurts less to voice out loud but you can’t, you have to say them or they’ll eat you from the inside out, you know that now. He’s shown you that. 

Another swallow, the lump is persistent, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Losing you.”

A pause, like he’s thinking of what to say, then his voice drifts softly between you. “Where are you afraid I’ll go?”

Kriff, he couldn’t just give some sweet reassurance, some insistence that he’s not going to leave you so you can have the excuse to turn the conversation - he cuts right to the root of it all. 

Your words shake a little despite your best efforts. “With them. With your people.”

His hands grip yours tight, as if he’s trying to emphasize the truth behind what he’s saying. “Where I go, you go.”

And you wish that was enough, the firmness in his voice enough to dull the doubt edging that ice-cold well of fear that’s rising quickly but it’s not. “But will they let me go with you? Will they let us be together?”

“They -“

It all pours from you in a rush, disjointed and sharp. “I love you, Din, just as you are, as the man and the Mandalorian. And I would never - but I’m not Mandalorian, I don’t think I can be, I can’t follow The Way like you do, it just doesn’t feel right, for me, but I don’t want to lose you and -“

“I don’t expect you to swear The Creed.” That firmness is still there but stronger, strengthened by steel-wrapped honesty. 

Even that’s not enough and fear keeps rising, bubbling out of you. “Can you say for sure that neither will they?”

Silence, thick and heavy, tension no longer just twitching but pulling his grip tight.

Damning, telling silence that says what you fear the most. 

Too late, he lessens his grip, helmet shaking side to side once. “It doesn’t matter what they say.”

Tears blur your vision and you keep going. “But it does, it has to, and that’s ok. They’re your people, they saved your life, raised you, protected you. I -“ the words actually do stick this time, you have to push them out - “I can’t ask you to choose between your people and me.”

“If I have to choose, then I’ll always -“

“Don’t.” Your hands fly free of his, press against his breastplate, desperate to stop his next words. “Don’t say it, please. You can’t possibly know what might happen in the future. Please don’t say something you might regret.”

A finger nudges your chin, you open your eyes - when had you closed them? - and he’s there, still there, with you. 

For now. 

His finger curls under your chin, thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. “I know how I feel about you. And I know nothing can happen that will change that.”

Your eyes squeeze shut again, you can’t look at him, already seeing him slipping away -

“Tionas.”

The word cuts through your fear, sharper, straight to your heart. 

That single word, become a term of endearment, with a deeper meaning. An identity. 

You. 

The real you, not a face you put on, not a mask you wear. 

He sees you.

He knows you. 

He loves you. 

Your lungs burn as you breathe, and you focus on it, feel the fear cracking with the movement, the warmth of his fingers on your skin thawing the doubt and flooding your chest. 

“Nothing and no one can come between us.” His voice is full of that love, the source of that firmness he’s been speaking with. “We are one when together, we are one when parted. Remember?”

You open your eyes, look into his gaze behind the familiar black visor. The light bleeds into the silver of his beskar, almost illuminating it from within, making him glow through the blur of your tears. 

A light. A star in the night sky. 

A man you love.

A man who loves you. 

Your heart stumbles, those words resonating through your body, pulling forth the memory of the Mando’a that has cemented itself in your thoughts. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome.”

He cups your face once again, fingertips brushing away the tears that have slipped down your cheeks, and steps forward, leans his forehead against yours. The cool of the beskar on your skin anchors you back in the moment, the unknown future relegated to where it should be. 

Right here, right now, with him - is where you should be. 

Your smile is full of a sudden lightness, weight of emotion letting go. “Thank you. For listening. And for reminding me that I’m safe with you.”

His breath catches, barely heard through the modulator, but there. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

All that emotion finally melts away, leaving you to feel his hands on your face, the nearness of his broad frame. 

And the knowledge of what you have waiting for him in the hold. 

Excitement finally wins out as the last of the dark thoughts fades, bolstered by the need to be close to him after letting your emotions scrape so raw. 

Your hands slip down his breastplate, skim up his sides. “Take me to bed?”

“Gladly.” He lets his fingers trail down your neck as he pulls away, a wordless promise of more when he gets to his destination. 

Anticipation makes you bite your lip, feet light as you move to the corner of the hold where your shared blankets used to be, him close behind. 

You can hear the moment he sees it, bootsteps faltering, stopping. 

His modulated voice, lilting with surprise, floats over your shoulder as you continue on. “What is this?”

You can’t stop the little bubble of laughter from slipping past your lips as you dramatically throw yourself onto the bed. “A gift from our good friend, Cara Dune. Our best friend now, actually. I’m sure you agree.”

The mattress bounces just slightly underneath you, not by any means plush and luxurious, but far better than a few blankets on durasteel. Those same blankets you’d made up the bed with, so the scent of both you and Din already permeates this new nest of sorts. 

Your hands smooth out a wrinkle in the blankets. “It’s a travel bed, barely big enough for two but, in fact, big enough, and that’s all that matters. Plus, it folds back into the box it had came in, which is convenient if we ever do need the extra room in the hold.”

He moves toward you, bootsteps now steady and sure, helmet tilting as he examines the bed frame. “Looks sturdy enough.”

You look at him, catching the deepening rasp in his voice. “Only one way to find out.”

Two more steps and he’s kneeling on the bed, casually sliding his hands up your legs to push them apart, settle on his knees between them. “And what way would that be?”

Want tingles down your thighs and across your hips, lifting them slightly, seeking more of his touch, and you raise an eyebrow as you look up at him. “Playing coy? Is this something you picked up watching those HoloNet dramas you love?”

It’s a blur of motion and suddenly you’re pressed front down into the bed and he’s straddling your thighs. “Mir’sheb.”

You arch your back into his grip as large hands cup your ass. “You love my sheb.”

He groans, a low vibration that shoots straight to your core. “I do. And I love these pants you wear, let me see everything. Love to watch you walk in front of me, climb the ladder to the cockpit, bend over to get one of the kid’s toys -“

“Crikking hells, Din.” Heat swarms over your skin, his words burning a path straight to your core, inner walls clenching hard around nothing and clit throbbing at the emptiness. 

One hand slides down in-between your thighs, cups your already wet heat through your clothes. “Love this pussy, too, always ready for me.”

His fingers press over your clit and you gasp for air, pleasure sparking up your spine. “Pfassk, need you, please -“

“You don’t want to tease me some more?”

A faint laugh pushes past your racing heartbeat, head swimming with building lust, hips rolling to find that friction against his fingers. “Sick of teasing, too much of that going on right now.”

He clicks his tongue. “Mir’sheb again.”

You look at him over your shoulder, all broad shoulders and shining beskar and helmet tilted playfully and you want him so bad it hurts. “Well, you know what to do about that.”

His hand slips from between your thighs and despite knowing what’s coming next you moan at the loss, forehead falling to press against the blankets. 

He hooks his fingers over the waistband of your leggings and underwear, tugging them down in one smooth motion, stopping at your boots to yank off the whole tangle of clothing. 

Your pulse flutters so hard in anticipation that you can feel it pressing against the delicate skin of your throat. A twist of something else sends goosebumps rippling down your bare legs. 

He’s seen you like this before, but not often - your intimacy is usually shared in the dark of the night cycle, the day to day motions of life not allowing for much else. 

Being laid out this way, now, even with your torso still covered by your shirt - something about the vulnerability of letting him see you like this, exposed, amplifies the growing throb between your thighs. 

The thunk of your clothes and boots hitting the floor is followed by the whisk of cloth being pulled free, then he’s guiding your hips up with one hand while pushing his bunched up cowl under them. 

Your thighs twitch with the gentle scrape of the fabric, again when his hands trace the movement up the back of your legs, long fingers grasping the curve of your hips to settle you in place. 

It’s endearing, a little frisson of sweetness and caring that curls into your growing arousal, flares with the knowledge that he always considers your comfort. 

Then he’s back on you, not between your thighs as you thought he would be but straddling them again, pressing them tight together between his own as he slides a finger through your slick folds and all your musings of endearing sweetness fizzle out in the rush of heat that courses through your veins. 

He presses his finger into your clenching entrance, his groan of satisfaction mingling with your whimper as it sinks deep. 

Oh pfassk -

The calloused fingertip slowly drags along your inner walls and pleasure surges as he grazes over that spot, the one that he seems to find every time he buries his fingers inside you and your hands clutch at the blankets, your hips arching sharply into his touch. 

Another thick finger slips in alongside the first and you keen into the blankets. Your voice cracks as you rock back into him. “More, please, need more -“

He smoothes his free hand over the curve of your ass. “Mmm, you know I love to hear you beg, mesh’la.”

Pleasure sparks as his thumb swipes over your clit with each thrust, steadily pushing you closer to the edge. “Yes, like that, please, pfassk so good -“

Over and over his fingers drag along your inner walls, his thumb circles your clit so perfectly and you can feel it, tightening your core. 

He shifts but doesn’t let up his rhythm, the hard length of his cloth-covered cock pressing into the sensitive skin of your thighs. “Fuck, you’re going to come for me already, aren’t you?”

The feeling of his hard cock grinding over your thigh, evidence of his pleasure simply from watching you take your own shoves you right to the brink. “Yes please don’t stop gedet’ye - “

His fingers twist and push and your entire body shudders as they hook right over that spot and pulse in time with your racing heartbeat, shoving waves of heat through your core -

The intensity tears a cry from your throat and it’s so much a hot blinding wall of pleasure that’s pushing you further and further -

Your hands scrabble at the blankets as the pressure builds. “Din -“

“Let go, cyar’ika, come for me.”

The squelch around his fingers grows louder, filling your ears, layering into the steady stream of nonsensical sounds that’s falling from your lips and wet heat floods your core -

Crikking hells -

A burst of pleasure so bright it whites out your vision -

It screams through your body and you fall. 

Bright hot wet -

Lungs gasp for air, aching, the release shuddering every muscle.

His fingers pull out in a rush of slick and your pussy clenches at the loss, clit throbbing as the wet heat engulfs it. 

The hand on your ass squeezes, fingertips digging. “Fuck, kar’ta, I need to be inside you -“

Your head turns instinctively, mouth pulling free of the blankets. “Yes fill me up, gedet’ye, Din.”

He groans at your words, hands leaving you, the rustle of fabric reaching through your pleasure-soaked awareness and want instantly starts building again, rippling through your core. 

A shift and his weight is moving up the backs of your thighs, a thumb pulling apart your slick folds and -

The smooth head of his cock presses to your fluttering entrance -

A push -

Oh pfassk -

His hands grasp desperately at your waist. “So tight, I -“

He cuts off as his cock sinks another inch into your slick heat, and your eyes roll back with the slow thrust, the stretch is incredible with your legs pressed together like this and you can’t breathe it’s so good. 

A roll of his hips shoves him deeper and every muscle in your body goes slack, all focus directed to the thick of his cock shoving your tight cunt open for him.

Pleasure burns in your core with the throb of an ache and air finally rushes into your lungs as his hips press against your ass. 

Your cunt instinctively squeezes, body pleading for more and he rocks into you, his own instincts obviously driving him to move and yes you want that -

His weight presses you down into the mattress and you can’t move but a tilt of your hips shifts him inside you and the growl that cracks through the modulator makes you whimper with need.

The hands on your waist smooth down your back, catching on the fabric of your shirt. “Easy, cyar’ika, you’re so tight like this, need to let you adjust -“

Your inner walls suddenly clench, so tight it almost hurts but feels so good and you keen into the blankets, rocking back into him. 

Words spill from your lips, muffled and rough with pleasure. “It’s ok move please need you to move -“

He thrusts deep, a sharp snap of his hips that almost feels involuntary and your pussy clenches around his cock and the tension breaks -

His hands leave your back and he plants them on either side of your head, steadying as he pulls back and shoves deep again -

Yes yes yes -

Again and again -

The cowl shifts slightly underneath your hips and a fold of cloth grazes your clit and your voice wavers with cry of pleasure. “Right there yes right there -“

His grunt cracks through the modulator as your orgasm looms, cunt pulses around his cock. “Fuck -“

The bed creaks as he steadies his pace to deep, driving thrusts that slam against that spot every time and grind the cowl against your clit and crikking hells -

Pleasure so big and heavy it’s intimidating builds in your core and you’re swept away in it. Your hands grab at his, grip his wrists, hold on tight.

Din -

His voice rasps in your ear, cool steel of his helmet brushing your cheek. “Come for me, soak my cock, please -“

Pleasure cracks and spills and -

Wet hot heat erupts down your spine and trembles through your thighs and tightens your core and gushes from your spasming pussy. 

He growls, the sound stuttering as he picks up his pace. “So good, does it feel good, love?”

You murmur something in response but the words aren’t clear to your own ears, static noise of overwhelming pleasure drowning out everything except the sharp grunts punching through the modulator with every snap of his hips, the squelch of his cock pulling more and more slick from your pulsing cunt, the wet slap of his soaked flightsuit smacking against the bare skin of your ass. 

Waves of pleasure crash over your body again and again, it won’t stop, relentless, and it’s so good tears squeeze from the corner of your eyes and a sob catches in your throat and he thrusts again once twice more -

Then he’s slowing, cock pulsing against your still-fluttering walls, warmth of his spend flooding your hot core and finally it breaks -

You gasp as your body wrings a last wave from your orgasm, squeezing around his cock once more before releasing you from the grip of pleasure. 

He pants for breath above you, arms trembling, helmet dipping to rest on your shoulder for a moment before he’s pulling away. 

Hands smooth down your back in a silent apology - he knows how much you love keeping him inside you after, he loves it just as much - and you know you’d normally whine in protest but you can’t find the focus to do that right now, too blissed out to do anything but lie there. 

He moves behind you, a different kind of groan vibrating deep in his chest as he falls onto his side next to you, bouncing lightly on the mattress. 

Your smile is immediate, seeing that familiar black visor come into view, and you work up the energy to wriggle closer to rest your forehead against his, sighing in contentment when he slides a hand down your back to soothe already pleasantly sore muscles.

A long moment passes, just you and him, breaths steadying and heartbeats falling into sync. Your fingers inch toward him to bump against the helmet, fingertips tracing the beskar over where his mouth is. 

The urge to kiss him, taste him, feel his lips on yours is a deep ache in your bones, but you don’t want to ask him to take off the helmet, never want to push him to do something that holds so much meaning for him. 

Instead, you let yourself bask in the quiet, the softness of the bed and how it molds to your body, the scent of the two of you filling your lungs, and the solid nearness of Din. Let this moment soothe the rawness that emotion had left behind, fill those cracks and gaps until there was something solid to lean on. 

Cool air swirls against your bare skin and you can’t stop the shiver that runs through your body. 

He follows the movement, dipping between your thighs to glide his fingertips through the mess there. “Should get cleaned up.”

A soft snort of laughter slips out, words finally coming back into focus. “That’s a project I’m not feeling up to at the moment.”

His fingers drag over the plush flesh of your ass, leaving a trail of wet slick and come as he hums in agreement. “Think my cowl caught most of it anyway.”

“Worth it?” The twinge of embarrassment and guilt that twists in your stomach fades almost immediately, his huff of laughter brushing it away. 

“Yes, tionas. Definitely worth it.”

*****

He wishes there were words for it. 

For how he feels about you. 

‘Love’ just isn’t quite… enough. It’s too light, too small of a word for the depth of this ache in his chest. 

Though it does sound much bigger when you say it. 

I love you, Din. 

You’d murmured the words as sleep took you, soft lips brushing his hand that you’d tucked under your cheek. 

Those words had tripped his heartbeat, guided him to pull you closer into the curve of his body. The way your ribs had expanded in a contented sigh under his arm as you’d settle back against him had sent a tremor of emotion through his chest. 

He had pressed a kiss to your neck, letting you feel the words as he repeated them back to you. 

I love you, too. 

No, those words are not enough. 

He’s given you so much already - his secrets, his trust. The privacy that he’d held so close for all of his adult life. 

And yes, his heart. 

Still, not enough. 

He would give you everything.

His eyelids flutter open, staring unseeing into the darkness of the hold. 

Everything. 

There’s that word again. 

Everything is different with you. 

And it has been, since the day he first saw you. 

The world had been dark and dull, endless days of struggle and pain and guilt. 

And then it wasn’t. Because you were in it. 

As if a light had suddenly shone directly on him, warm and bright.

That light gleams in your gaze when you look at him. 

Everything is different with you. 

No. 

Some things are the same. 

He’s still Mandalorian. He still follows The Way of the Mandalore. 

A thought catches on the outskirts of his mind, itching, worming deeper. 

The Way has always been his fate, the path he must walk. 

It would have him dedicating his life to his people, foregoing all else in service to the true Mandalorians. 

It would have him walk his path alone. 

Because he knows - he knows, with absolute certainty, he will never find another like you, let alone one who follows The Way. 

Someone who sees him, his guilt and his shame and his inner torment, torn between the ideals that had saved his life and the love that had shown him how to live. 

Someone who loves all of him. 

There’s only you. 

And if given the choice between that which would resign him to a path of solitude and darkness simply because of a few words spoken when he was too young to know what he was giving up or the one who would sacrifice her own happiness before forcing that choice on him…

Well. 

His path is now brightly lit and clear before him. 

Nothing will pull him from it. No one will. 

His thoughts shift, some part of him seemingly satisfied with that conclusion. 

The memory of your eyes, wide with fear, tears blurring that gleaming light. 

He sighs, catching the movement at the last minute so as not to wake you. 

He’s tired of seeing fear and doubt in your eyes. 

It makes sense, he knows why it’s so often there. 

You’ve lost everything you’ve ever had, whether directly by someone else’s hand or by your own, twisted into action by thoughts planted in your mind by the hatred of others. 

He understands why you doubt. Question. 

Expect loss even when it doesn’t come. 

He knows you need reassurance. 

More than just his simple, too-small words. 

Realization washes over him, chilled and warm at the same time. 

He stops breathing.

There are words for it. To describe how he feels about you. 

To show you, and his people, and the entire galaxy what you mean to him. To each other. 

To protect the two of you from anyone who would try to come between you.

Yes, there are words for exactly that purpose.

The memory of your lips forming the first part of those words pins the thought to the forefront of his mind. 

You don’t know their context.

But he’ll give it to you. 

He would give you everything. 

***** Mando’a translations:

Tionas - question 

Mesh’la - beautiful

Cyar’ika - sweetheart

Kar’ta - heart 

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#the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #mando x reader #mando x female reader #mando x f!reader #mando x you #the world is light embodied #TWILE

[vampir3b0yx3]

JAY HEADCANONS

There’s a lot because I keep updating it *dumps this on you*

☆ shortest, Lloyd is slightly taller than him. Grumpy about it.

☆ absolutely disgraceful fashion sense. Wears crocs/sandals with socks among other sinful actions /hj. Acid trip cartoon character, basically. Very 80s inspired.

☆ Ears are pierced. Kai pierced them.

☆ Kai cannot be trusted, turns out. They got badly infected in like three days. They healed tho he’s fine.

☆ Hecromia (eyes are two different colors) one brown one blue

☆ would be a horrible parent and is clumsy. When Lloyd was still a kid they would all pitch in to help “raise him” but they’d never leave him alone with Jay because of how darn irresponsible he is /a

☆ I think he said (or at least it was hinted at) in the Prime Empire episodes that he likes older style games so I think he’d like Undertale/Deltarune, Street Fighter and other stuff like that. +Minecraft obvs

☆ Still wears kid pajamas. Has Minecraft pjs

☆ I feel torn between him liking anime and being neutral about it. He probably prefers live actions or western animated films but watches some anime with Lloyd bc he’s a total nerd for it (Lloyd)

☆ very bad anxiety

☆ Diagnosed from a very young age, medicated.

☆ Probably has adhd but is too busy with ninja stuff to get diagnosed, plus I don’t think he cares due to everything he already has to deal with.

☆ Chaotic Bisexual™️

☆ MY OPINION HAS CHANGED HE IS TRANS FTM

☆ the most random music taste ever, will like the best songs in the world and then turn around and listen to shit ass pop music and be like “omg I love this song!!!”

☆ He is slightly taller than Lloyd in the earlier Spinjitzu series episodes, but once Lloyd shot up he became a little taller than Jay

☆ I like to think he was insecure about his curly hair and straightened his hair in the Spinjitzu series, but embraced it. In the movie however, he got a perm because he’s a dork and thought it was cool

☆ gets distracted sooo easily. Could be talking to the others and nothing even has to distract him, he’ll just zone out and start thinking about something else

☆ has to constantly keep his hands busy and is often hyperactive. Has a bunch of fidget cubes and stuff.

☆ Probably was one of those kids who thought fidget spinners were cool but in a neurotypical way /hj (btw he has lightning marking scars on his face, that’s what the streaks are)

#ninjago #ninjago jay #ninjago headcanons #hes gorgeous #sorry but I love the art I made of him shsbjsbajsnjj #little guy #ninjago fanart #adding more as I think of some #this is basically just me trying to keep tract of all my hcs for future stories #hence why it’s so long lmao #the bible of Jay hcs #ashlikesart #ashlikesninja #ashtonheadcanons

[thewriterowl]

I feel like Jedi are fast walkers, but especially Luke. He is constantly out walking Din whenever they go somewhere and Din is always like cyarika please slow down but the Skywalker Gotta go Fast™️ gene is unfortunately a dominant trait sooo sucks for you Din sorryyyy

Luke also is short. In canon, he is short. In my head-canon, he is probably even shorter. He is not about to let all these 5'11 and over men get ahead of him. He is gonna scurry about and leave them all in his 5'6 dust.

Also, and possibly it being Jedi energy and Skywalker GO FAST genes, he just goes about quickly. Leia is the same. She is stomping fast to where she needs to go...and god help you if you try to go ahead of her. She is the lead of the pack and will trip you up if you and your long legs think you can take over. Her 4'9 form will go gremlin and she will either rip you to shreds emotionally or physically depending on her mood.

Din and Han just watching these fast little brats rush around and just feeling tired. Din and Han like to saunter and take their time and be next to their beloved. Their hyper twins just won't let that happen.

At least Luke won't bite Din when Din has enough and goes and plucks him up and just keeps him at his hip so they can stay together.

Han can't say the same (he knows he was lucky that one time on Hoth).

#owl inbox #heigh difference #dinluke #hanleia

[jeonqkooks]

how do you think kook would be as a dad?? i get so soft whenever i think about this

i always wake up to the cutest asks is2g

i’ve been very into dilf koo lately so your timing is great

*cracks knuckles* i think he’d be the most incredible dad 🥺😔

he would drop anything and everything for his kid. literally everything. he never wants his child to think that there’s smth more important than them to daddy. he’d sing them to sleep every single day and just sit there looking at them and smiling and thinking about how lucky he is and how much he loves them

writing songs for his babies 😭

he’d be super attentive and thoughtful, taking notice of every little thing and detail. he’d want to be prepared for everything and have a bag ready for every occasion: sleepovers, trips to the doctor’s office, family outings, etc. he can tell what his child wants before they can even babble anything. ya cold? daddy’s got your blankie right here. baby wants the binky? don’t worry fam i gotchu. toy?? here’s a stuffed bunny that daddy embroidered just for you. it says JK ♡ (baby’s name) bonus points if he has a fanny pack

he’s his child’s best friend, protector, role model, and partner in crime all rolled into one. he wants to be the safest place they know, the person they can share everything with and never feel judged. he’d pass down to them his wisdom and always encourage them to be who they are and to live and love freely bc we all know that man lives for his passions

he’d watch cartoons with his kid and be totally invested in the shows. he’d be on time for all of the episodes and record ones that he’d miss bc of whatever reason. he’d swear that it’s bc his child loves it and not bc he, a grown ass man, has developed an obsession with children’s cartoons

he’d spoil the heck out of them with toys and snacks. can never say no when they ask for ice cream or candy (they inherited his sparkly bambi eyes!! who can say no when those big ass things are staring at you!!) but would always be like “you can’t tell mommy i’m letting you have ice cream. this stays between us, got it?”

yk how he’s super playful with the boys and would randomly pick them up and spin them around and all that stuff? i think he’d be the same way with his kid, always letting them sit on his shoulders or holds them in his arms while he runs around the room to make it feel like they’re flying. but since he’s a Certified Muscle Bunny™️ and doesn’t realize how strong he is (especially in comparison to the little one) maybe he accidentally bumps their head on smth and flips tf out. spends days apolozing and making up to his baby even tho it didn’t even hurt and children have a 0.5-second attention span. after The Incident occurs, whenever he tries to play superman with his kid again he’d make sure they’re fully prepared for any injury :(( so helmets, kneepads, elbow pads, etc

when they’re sick he’d constantly watch over them to make sure they’re okay, give them their meds, sooth them to sleep. he’d stay up day and night, and it’s not until they’re fully nursed back to health that he would give himself permission to rest

he’d try to instil into them a love and passion for banana milk as baby bc he’s nothing if not a Banana Milk Enthusiast™️. would 100% advocate to let his kid have banana milk instead of breast milk or formula

#anon you’re the mvp for sending this in #anon #answered

[thequeenoffishburrito]

I like to think that because marinette's likes to sew and craft and is a "clumsy girl™️" she's constantly pricking her fingers, accidentally cutting herself, getting hot glue on her fingers (or even touching the tip glue gun to see if it's hot enough) but brushes it off likes it nothing and adrien is just confused because if he so much as scraped his knee when he was younger, Nathalie or the Gorilla would freak out/punish the ground for making him trip while Gabriel calls 112.

#textpost #text post #miraculous adrien #miraculous lb #miraculous #miraculous marinette #mlb #mlb headcanon

[thelordofgifs]

every day i'm closer and closer to calling curufin "the beloathed", an epithet no character has been deemed worth yet, and the fairest of stars is Not Helping

hehehe I’m glad! I worry that I’ve made some of my faves a little too nice and likeable in TFS: notably Maedhros and Maglor, obviously, although I hope it comes across that their motives aren’t exactly pure and selfless – the entire canon divergence was mostly caused by the fact that they came to Doriath to claim the Silmaril. So it’s good that Curufin is an antidote to that — not that I’d describe him as a fave but still! Leithian is already the episode of canon that shows him at his absolute worst, and since I killed off Celegorm I decided that the only way Curufin can have a significant role in this AU is by reacting to that, and every subsequent event, in just the worst way possible. He’s kind of living up to Maedhros’ statement back in Part 1 that the Oath “turns you into the worst version of yourself, and then it strips away the best thing you have left”. I was actually thinking of starting him on a redemption arc post-Worst Road Trip, but then I was like. nah. we need a chaos agent.

That being said, I hope he can still garner some sympathy from you! He’s done some terrible things, but he’s also very very hurt and just kind of viciously lashing out. And as for that Thing he just did at the end of the latest part… well, it wasn’t just random cruelty, as we’ll see soon it was actually deliberate cruelty with a Scheme™️ behind it. (I tend to view Curvo as an absolutely ruthless stone-cold pragmatist: hence, the speech in Nargothrond.) Does that make it better? Not really. Is the Scheme™️ going to work? Not remotely, unless I change my mind. (Constantly trying to keep track of travel times and who knows what at any given moment and how long a person can realistically be described as “dying” before I have to actually kill them off.)

Ty for this ask friend! I had plenty of rambling to do clearly ❤️

#silmarillion #the fairest stars #asks #that-angry-noldo #curufin

[jazzyinspace]

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Thank you! 🥰❤️

(You definitely asked me the toughest questions, which I know you did on purpose 🥹✨️)

⌚️ How old were they when they entered the vault? Were they born in there? Or alternatively, are they from Vault 76 at all? (if not, where are they from and how did they end up in West Virginia?)

Jeff is not from Vault 76, nor is he a vault dweller whatsoever. He was born in West Virginia to parents who were a part of the Appalachian Free States. However, he did experience life underground when he was around 8 years old. 

🤝 Do they have any other CAMP allies? (either in-game or added via headcanon)

Brian 🦩

Jeff met Brian at one of the lowest moments of his life. He was still trying to make sense of everything following his disastrous new beginning, all while trying to stay alive. 

Rather than choosing to live a somewhat peaceful life on the cliffs between Slocum's Joe and Arktos Pharma, Jeff left the safe haven that he built for himself and continued on his adventure.

Wilson Brother's Auto Repair became his temporary home base while on the road. And all was going well enough until the night when scorched hordes surrounded the building. 

Panicked, Jeff grabbed the rifle that he picked up in Berkeley Springs and commanded a lone plastic flamingo to keep an eye on the garage. In the same moment, he gave the flamingo a name: Brian.

Together, Jeff and Brian managed to fight off the scorched and save the garage; but, Jeff wasn't ready to face another horde at this point. So, the pair packed up everything and left, searching for another place to call home. 

Today, Jeff and his best friend Brian are constantly building/rebuilding, helping others, and going on adventures together. Their recent trip to Nuka-World on Tour (pictured below) was so much fun! 

Brian would tell you that along with being Jeff's most powerful ally, he is also the CEO and acting secretary of the Jeff Stone Complaint Department™️

Ralph 👽

One day, Jeff heard a crash from outside his C.A.M.P. and when he looked out the front door, he saw [REDACTED].

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[Jeff is just as clueless, believe me]

Jeff has been on many adventures past and present thanks to his neighbor and good pal, Ralph 💫

🔫 What's their preferred weapon type? Is there a specific weapon they mainly use?

With the exception of his Fixer and Flame-ingo, Jeff is a melee specialist. Chances are, if it's one-handed or two, Jeff has brought it along with him on missions or otherwise. 

💙 Redd-Upper–most used 

💙 Shishkebab–most used in [REDACTED]

💙 Plasma Cutter 

💙 Samurai Machete 

💙 Blue Ridge Branding Iron–uses this during Riding Shotgun + Friendly Fire perk. (Kieran voice: Guard the Brahmin.)

💙 Sheepsquatch Staff 

💙 ProSnap Deluxe Camera–he gets startled sometimes! 

⭐️ The Free States?

Jeff was just a child amidst the growing tension between his extended family and most everyone. He would hear whispers of treachery and scandal and notice the accusatory stares coming from his neighbors. Much of this was beyond him at the time, yet still managed to upset him. 

With said tension and the threat of war becoming more of a reality with each passing day, the Free States sheltered underground. They remained there until it was finally safe to re-emerge and rebuild again. 

Post-war, Jeff was able to experience something that could resemble normalcy. The Free States made their home in Harpers Ferry and offered assistance to other survivors and their factions. Unfortunately, all of their efforts would come to an end with the emergence of scorchbeasts and the plague that ultimately spread throughout The Mire and beyond.

Jeff lost his mother and father, his extended family and friends. He was among few survivors of the scorched attacks and felt tremendous guilt because of it. 

(Not so much related to the Free States, but the following is for you, @jonnyonearth ❤️)

Jeff carried his guilt with him as he traveled across the map in search of folks like himself and safety. It was a difficult journey, but he was able to eventually find both of those things in the Forest–and yet his new beginning almost ended before it even started. 

A vault dweller turned wasteland nurse, Emily, found an unresponsive Jeff next to one of the saddest C.A.M.P. creations she had ever laid eyes on. She saved his life that day as her and another wastelander, a preacher, brought Jeff down to her clinic. Even in the present day, Emily still teases Jeff about the whole ordeal, especially the moment when Jeff realized he was sporting some strange gadget on his wrist. 

Jeff started to understand the Free States through holotapes, notes, and hushed stories shared over drinks. Among his personal belongings are Free States items that he has collected over the years. 💙

#answered #jonnyonearth #oc: jeff stone #oc: brian the flamingo #fallout 76 #the official fallout twitter shared a pic of jeff and brian at nuka-world :') #as jon said: brian is canon 🦩 #also idk how to format these

[vadersdala]

👫 - dylan/lena (hehe), skye/lou, steph/arizona, angelica/kelsey, keira/lindsay, jess/bellamy (hehe x2), delilah/marnie, keily/maren, joel/nadia, jade/hadley, tally/iris :)

because im a stupid whore, i read five not four, so everyone gets a bonus hc by yours truly! these will all be elaborated on later. xoxo

dylan/lena

uh, obvi they were each other's first kiss. they were probably in kindergarten, and c*ntleen went wild and mrs walter's was like ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahhh well, what can you do? anyways, now lena's a lesbo and dylan's a hetero so...

obviously lena is the #1 hater, but also the captain of dylan/camden and has been since day 1. no one teases dylan harder than alena. no one.

lena gives dylan piggyback rides all the time. think tyedye girl and hallie from the parent trap - that's them

ngl, i see dylan constantly laying her head in lena's lap and lena often braids her hair or strokes her hair, and in the scenarios where lena is not braiding her hair the tv is on and dylan faces it and lena's legs are crossed, reading a book, mindlessly running her hand through lena's hair dylan is a hetero, remember this bc we all sure don't!

lena and dylan definitely have a communication code through lights, bc in my mind their windows face one another. also, lena used to always climb a tree to dylan's window, esp when c*ntleen was on the rampage.

skye/lou

skye is the little spoon - we know who runs shit in this relationship, but sometimes, skye makes lou Relax™️. not often, bc again, we know what's up. but skye def takes care of her lady mentally and physically.

obvious skye and lou are neon queen and goth girl, but have we considered them as golden retriever gf and super sonic bat gf. also, both def shop at hot topic. for different things, bc i see lou in ripped band tees and old school trips and biker boots, and skye's in the anime print dresses and sailor moon socks. but them shopping there together, end me.

skye does have many playlists about lou/her and lou. it sounds weird, it is weird, jer has made fun of her for this, but lou would beat his ass if he knew this was mocked. skye can't help it, her love language is music and playlists (idc if that's a real love language or not goddamnit!) i feel like their song is sweater weather from the neighborhood. there's no real reason, and i will not elaborate, it just feels right?

they'd get married in vegas, or something along the lines of vegas and you can fight me on that.

skye truly didn't believe lou liked her back, or in general. she thought jer was being an uncharacteristic prick. however, jer definitely teased lou about liking skye daily.

steph/arizona

i lowkey know az made the first move. steph is kind of shy (read: wishy-washy) about romance, like it's all in her head like lara jean, and she didn't really get az, this cool qb football girl, liked her, the rainbow glitter queen. and when az made the move, steph was very very surprised. also, she was happy and probably had tears because of how happy she was and definitely hugged her and az probably kissed her.

they always need to be touching in someway. they cuddle a lot. i feel like az's head is always in steph's lap, or az's arms are wrapped around steph, or hands casually on legs and arms. like tbh, not everyone has that vibe of being half when apart, but steph and az are definitely whole together. they complete one another. this is the hill i die on.

their song is boats and birds. anyways, i feel like steph has played it on the guitar for az once in private, because it's for az and az alone. also, they have a playlist one made by steph, one made by skye, and then a fake one made by jer that's ridiculous. you know they play jer's often. sorry skye!

they do eventually get a matching tattoo. i see them getting several, but they'd definitely have at least one eventually.

i'm pretty sure az tried to teach steph football and steph almost broke her nose so they never did that again. and steph tried to teach az cheerleading, but it was hard so the compromise is bring it on and steph attending football games with az and cheering at right moments. it's about the Compromise™️

angelica/kelsey

angelica kisses kelsey first. i know angelica makes a lot of moves first because angelica goes after what she wants, but i feel like there's no set up. no romantic lake side picnic or party, they're just together and bam! angelica kisses her and is like "i like you." very bluntly as she does.

kelsey helps babysit lakelynn, but she cannot dance and angelica has taught lakelynn to mock her. poor kelsey. anyways! lakelynn definitely thinks they're married when she can talk and shit, and has called them her moms. it makes for a fun conversation on the subway and coffee shops.

their first date was pancakes, but their first trip was to alaska in the summer and kelsey taught angelica how to fish and prepare for the winter. also, i see them kayaking a lot that summer and swimming in the water (if they can) and kissing in the water, on the kayaks, sunset kisses - all that jazz. overall: it's about the alaskan romance.

i think kelsey is the cook. for all her bravado, angelica is helpless in a kitchen and i think kelsey's mom bucks her into shape. she still can't cook, but at the end of the summer can cook, like, eggs and stuff.

vanessa definitely read kelsey the riot act and kelsey was probably scared vanessa hated her and angelica laughed, because vanessa hates no one? also, imagine their next trip was to seattle and visiting vanessa and making pottery and having a we are okay moment, but without the sadness? wow. bliss!

keira/lindsay

keira made the first move post lindsay kissing her. lindsay feels like an idiot for what she did, and she's confused and conflicted. but beyond that, keira is her best friend. lindsay can be herself with keira and she feels like she's ruined that.

2. lindsay feels safe being vulnerable with keira. lindsay is always on her guard, because tears is weakness, and pain is weakness, but with keira she can show her pain and exhaustion, she can cry and be silly and goofy - keira's the only one who sees all of lindsay.

3. i see them watching guilty pleasure shit together, like riverdale and bad movies. i see them making big batches of popcorn, chilling on the couch and booing at these things, and hating them, but they can't stop. it's tradition at this point.

4. they became friends because of jess. point blank periodt. so anyways, i think from day one, jess saw lindsay as someone her twin would love and immediately introduced them that day at lunch, and is gonna do a backflip when she finds out they kissed. this isn't about them, but it is: jess CONSTANTLY gossips about their relationship (ie bitching that they don't date/date the wrong people who aren't each other, or men if speaking of lindsay) to bellamy. these two girls are very invested on the ship and happiness of keira and lindsay.

5. keira and lindsay have roadtripped to vegas. when they were both twenty-one, they roadtripped and drank the night away and gambled and saw shows, but they also have roadtripped up and down the cali coast and have gone to baja ala sisterhood of the traveling pants. fight me.

jess/bellamy

again, these two bitches were each other's first kiss, but theirs i see as a thomas j and vada type of kiss (the diving into the water to avoid bees and all)

hear me out, but are they the cloe and sasha of our verse? have they gone for halloween as cloe and sasha and also isis and torrance? yes. i 100% think they do couple/matching costumes. always. even when they have gfs, they're gonna have matching and their gfs can match the theme or pound sand ig.

"family that i chose now that i see your brother as my brother" is them. like bellamy sees the bennetts as her family, and aurora is basically jess's sister.

i feel like they became best friends in pre k, because they both were playing in the play kitchen and they both began following what the other was doing and it was probably off the rails (like other kids: mom and dad, cooking for the fam. them: a chef and line cook) and then they sat next to one another, and keira approved of this blonde bitch and suddenly they were besties.

bellamy and jess always share a bed. i think even now, they sneak into one another's room and sleep beside each other. bellamy might suffer from nightmares and i feel like if jess hears, she sneaks in and comforts her friend, and if bellamy wakes up she goes into jess's room and snuggles beside her. regardless: SNUGGLE FRIENDS!

bonus bonus: bellamy is the only white girl to date who is allowed to braid jess's hair. like i see them sitting in the living room, tv on, and bellamy braiding her hair like a seasoned pro, because you know momma cece taught her!

delilah/marnie

they have a cat. this isn't important, but it is. you know marnie brought home an elderly cat for them to care for and they're lesbian cat mothers. i also feel like delilah makes marnie vow and pinky swear to not adopt more than one.

marnie bawled through her vows. like i think delilah had to read them while marnie covered her eyes and bawled away. meanwhile, i think marnie, at the wedding, wore a pants suit at the reception and an align cut or mermaid at the wedding because she wanted to be a princess.

marnie and delilah do meddle in their siblings lives. like marnie wants sienna and lucas together so bad she could throw up - even more so than aria and xander. lbr, marnie and delilah are more invested in sienna and lucas, but still, marnie doesn't want xander single.

while marnie makes delilah come out of her shell because she's goofy and everything, delilah makes marnie calm down and grow up a bit. marnie needs to slow down and think and plan and budget, but she cannot alone. delilah is lowkey her other half. without delilah, marnie would feel as if she lost a limb or worse.

the first song they danced to married was wonderful world by louis armstrong. fight me. idk why. it just feels right!

keily/maren

keily sometimes doesn't trust maren. some backstory: keily did have a crush on maren in school, and i think they've known one another since grade school and i think she was one of keily's first crushes, but because of the class difference and who maren associates with, it makes keily guarded. and then she began dating leo, so she chiseled at her wall, but at the end of the day as we currently stand, keily hasn't lowered her guard and is prepared for maren to always hurt and betray her.

the day maren showed up and helped keily/the washingtons at the restaurant was the day keily dropped her guard entirely, despite what jesse felt like. it was the moment she felt respected and not judged by this rich girl, and ngl, i also think it was the day keily decided she loved her.

keily kisses maren first. and i feel like they kiss on leo’s boat - that they obviously stole. and i feel like it’s also sunset, because why not make it romance?

i feel like keily teaches maren how to fish on leo’s stolen boat because the kiss. and i also feel like keily teaches maren a lot of basic things, like shucking shellfish, cleaning shrimp and fish, climbing trees, driving boats - just things a rich white girl wouldn’t do on her own.

keily definitely has a place on the island all her own and she’s never shown the boys or her sisters, and the truest act of trust is her bringing maren there. but we’re probably like months away from this!

joel/nadia

no one would believe how they are behind closed doors. joel is mr suave, the guy all the girls want, and nadia comes off as prim and proper, and most would assume she's a stuck up priss, but the shit they get up to is unmatched.

i feel like the whole reason that they happened is joel and andrew and the other boys were throwing a football or a frisbee and it landed near her, as she was reading, and he runs over and begins to instantly flirt with her and she covered a hand over her eyes and eyed him and thought "he's p hot" and let him waffle on and then she saw him running on the beach one morning because she was paddle boarding and they began talking and have very little in common, but it's a summer fling so why not? and here they are today.

i feel like they’re constantly laying on hammocks. idk why, joel feels like a man who loves a hammock and is constantly pulling nadia into one with him.

when in bed, and nadia is trying to read and joel’s trying to tease her, she often reads what she’s reading aloud to tease him. at first, she probably did this to kill the mood and realized, with a lot of delight, that he enjoyed these shenanigans. 

i feel like joel sings a lot of backstreet boys at her. mostly because of to all the boys, but i see him singing i want it that way to her a lot. and mostly when she’s either reading or cooking, and into hairbrushes or spoons, and she swats at him but always ends up in a heavy make out session or worse. 

jade/hadley

so i feel like they met the first week of college, rushing kat. like i see hadley there in her glitter makeup and green jacket and jade’s heart skipped a beat and she went over, and the rest was history. also, i imagine hadley basically living at jade’s place their freshman year and they made out a lot. 

hadley definitely gets the anna delvy treatment, because jade is like i live in the land of luxury so if you’re my bestie you do get to ride in private jets and get spa treatments and nice gifts because i’m doing all this shit, and i don’t want to do it alone. i feel like they do fight about this, but in jade’s mind, hadley’s basically her wife at this point. so i mean ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what can you do?

jade sketches hadley, and often. now she’s not the best, but i feel like it’s compulsive at this point to sketch hadley - and not just her face, like sometimes her hand, or the way her legs are. 

in my mind, their aesthetic is that scenery in ikwydls, at the house party because that’s jade’s house in my mind, and they’re on steps looking out at the sea in the dark and there’s hundreds of stars and the smell of a fire and they’re covered in glitter. no matter the setting, that’s them.

i feel like they’re the ones who do pillow fights. 

tally/iris

tally truly lets her guard down around iris. i feel like iris is someone she protects, but it’s different. with nate, she feels lowkey like she owes him and that he’s vulnerable because of janie, but with iris she doesn’t have to worry about her in these ways. tally can just be herself, relax, cry, be open and vulnerable and admit that she doesn’t have all the answers, that cases are too hard and too complex for her.

tally always makes iris tea when she has nightmares about her sisters, and this tea comes with a back rub and staying up well past iris falling asleep, rubbing her back, to make sure no more nightmares happen.

iris is the only one who knows tally cries about what her parents did to her. i feel like she never cried when they threw her out, didn’t even cry privately when she lived at nate’s, but she has cried about it to iris.

i feel like iris got tally their dog, backup. like obviously these bitches need a guard dog, but imagine iris knowing tally needed something to love unconditionally and bought him i die.

they’re goofy bitches. no one would expect tally to be silly, but these two get into flour and food fights, laugh in the tub, take baths together - they just always know how to make the other fucking smile!

#madsisemans #lena & dylan 🌈 #skye & lou ♡ #steph & arizona ♡ #angelica & kelsey ♡ #lindsay & keira ♡ #jess & bellamy 🥂 #marnie & delilah ♡ #keily & maren ♡ #nadia & joel ♡ #jade & hadley ♡ #tally & iris ♡