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everyone knows the skywalkers

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x fem!reader, modern au

word count: 3465

summary: you and obi-wan are the last two members of the skywalker family circle to meet, and it’s in the most unexpected way.

a/n: this was one of the first things i ever started for the star wars fandom (i began my time in this fandom as the biggest obi-wan simp but alas, clones). it was the first time i had written in over a year and i’m cautiously proud of it, i hope y’all like it!! also let me have photography bby luke or i will fight

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Vine References: MCU

Tony: I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me!

Steve: did you just curse? Because we don’t talk like that in this god damn motherfucking house. Shit.

Thor: what the FUCK is UP [Thanos]

Bruce: is there anything better than pussy? Yes a really good book.

Natasha: *kicks cereal boxes on shelves while innocently pushing a trolley*

Clint: 🎶 fuck this shit I’m out 🎶 *leaps into a bin*

Nick: Bitch I hope the fuck you do, you’ll be a dead son of a bitch I tell you

Maria: I hate boys. Even though they’re nice and stuff I still hate boys.

Loki: Hey everyone, today my brother pushed me so I’m starting a kickstarter to put him down. The benefits of killing him would be that I’d get pushed way less

Bucky: do you ever like wake up or…do like do something and you’re just like “what the Heh-fuck is going on?”

Peggy: [you have a beautiful smile] thanks. You’re not that handsome.

Sam: so I’m sitting there, barbecue sauce on my titties….

Rhodey: uh I’m not finished…let’s get started. First off - oh my god can you let me do-

Pepper: Chris is that a weed?

Wanda: oH mY GoD whY cAnt yOu jusT tAkE tHe frEAkinG coMpliMEEEEEEEEEEENT

Pietro: *zooms up on a bike* Penis! *crashes into something*

Vision: that is not correct! Because according to the encyclopaedia of *weird tongue noises*

Scott: [hey how much did you pay for that taco?] aye yo you know dis boi got dis free taco-

Hope: Dad look! It’s the good kush

Hank: This is the dollar store how good can it be?

Shuri: WHAT ARE THOSSEEE???

T’Challa: They. Are. My. Crocks.

Okoye: Nah they usually tell my I look like Shalissa [who the fuck is that?] Me!

Nakia: Go back to sleep, and starve.

M’Baku: fuck it up, Kenneth. Kenneth, Fuck it up. Fuck it up, Kenneth.

Peter: It is Wednesday my dudes *tortured screaming*

Ned: Don’t fuck with me! I’ve got the power of God and Anime on my side.

Michelle: people say I can’t do what I love without college. Well I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger!

Flash: Stahhp I could’ve dropped my croissant!

Karen: ahaahahaahhhahahahahhhaahahahhahahahha laughin my fuckin ass off

Dr. Strange: *slides in* Good Evening

Wong: I’ve got to go home because I forgot to vacuum my room.

Peter Quill: Bop it! tss! twist it! nuagh! Pull it! hoooooot!

Gamora: You’re Not My Dad! You always wanna hear something! Ugly ass fuckin’ noodlehead.

Drax: Road work ahead? Yeah I sure hope it does.

Rocket: gIve mE yOu’rE fAckInG MonEY *dun dun*

Groot: *singing in Groot* you are my dad. You’re my dad! Boogie woogie woogie

Mantis: Look at all those chickens

Nebula: you ever play that game where your siblings are sunburnt and you put some spoons in the freezer, take them out and then hit them with it so it rips their skin off?

Yondu: what’s better than this? Guys being dudes.

Valkyrie: [hey can I get a sip of that water] it’s not water [vodka! I like you’re style-] vinegar. [what?] It’s vinegar, pussy.

Korg: …like 0 grams of Trans Fat and OH MY GOD cholesterol!

Grandmaster: Oh my gawd they were roommates

Ebony Maw: What if my nose was- lol I’m Squidward *hysterical wheezes*

Cull Obsidian: MY MAiN GOAL iS TO BLOW UP AND THEN ACT LiKE i DONT KNOW NOBODY

Proxima Midnight: this coffees bitter, like my soul. I need something black, like my soul. Fuck it’s cold, like my soul.

Corvus Glaive: *There’s only one thing worst than a rapist…boom!* A child?

Thanos 1: this bitch empty, YEET *yeets Gamora off the cliff*

Thanos 2: We all die you either kill yourself or get killed *dancing* whatcha gonna do?? Whatcha gonna do??

Thanos 3: Someone being annoying? Try Out of My Life. Works great on siblings and teachers! GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!

It is this image of the two of them that I want to keep in mind until next Wednesday.

Of two friends, partners, lovers, call it what you will, but of two men who recognized each other, learned to appreciate each other, learned to like/love each other, betrayed each other and were strong enough to mend their relationship.

Their happiness at this point is what will keep me going until next week.

Loki’s fav would be Milk Duds

I just realized something

John Mulaney and Matt Murdock are one in the same. Two catholic boys who are fucking done with everything and everyone.

Think about it:

Karen, in Defenders: are you done with the vigilante life?

Matt:

“Didn’t a building fall on you?

Matt:

“But you’re blind.”

Matt:

Just Matt in general:

Ur welcome

my current mood: Star Wars smut

Purple Tulips

Word Count: 2647 | No context warnings other than fluff | Guys this fic is actually beta'd! My work won't suck as much now lmao ⁂

Love, and even more so in marriage, was complicated. 

You had witnessed countless divorces and separations around you, from family friends to your own parents. From a young age, you had sworn you wouldn’t end up like them. You’d have a happy marriage and be one of those couples that would have their 70th anniversary announced on the news like some sort of prestigious award. High school came with summer flings and off again- on again boyfriends, almost to the point where you thought it was your fault. Something was wrong with you. Still, you were determined to make every relationship work. College came with serious relationships that fizzled out with stress and time, experimenting with various genders and sexualities, dramatic announcements on facebook stating that you had ‘sworn off dating and would remain single for the rest of your life’. 

And then you met Marc.

Marc was one of the sweetest, kindest men you had met. He went the extra mile to go out of his way to show you how much he cared about you. An added bonus was how incredibly handsome he was, so naturally, you fell for him. You fell hard for him. A year of dating and suddenly you were engaged and married to him. Every hope and fear of relationships you had once had were out in the open and on the table, shared with him and confided in him. Both of you were determined to make it work. He had passion and adventure coursing through his veins. 

Then he disappeared. He came back eventually, changed, but still alive. He was tenser, snappier, more stressed than normal. Suddenly, the picture perfect marriage you had for a little while didn’t seem so perfect. Suddenly, you could see your worst nightmare coming true- a failed marriage. Just another statistic. Marc was colder than before, shaking off your touches and keeping himself distant. For a while, it worked; it was painful and heartbreaking, but it worked. 

And then you met Steven. 

Which was odd. The whole situation was odd and delicate, even after all this time. It was still Marc, but it wasn’t. At first you thought he was joking, maybe Marc had snapped and this was his way of coping; after a while, you couldn’t think like that anymore.

 In fact, you even grew to like Steven. Where Marc had turned sour and prickly, Steven was caring and gentle, nervous and unsure. It was refreshing, even a little thrilling. Being around Steven brought up the feelings of being newly married to Marc, the same love and care seeping through the air. It also brought heartache, knowing full well that it was just too complicated and confusing to really act on the feelings you had deep in your heart. No matter what happened, however, you still loved both Marc and Steven. 

A therapist had once told you to take every morning slowly. Assess the situation and take it one stride at a time. Which, that morning, you were. It was no different to any other morning, the smells of fresh bacon cooking on the stove, hashbrowns heating up in the oven, and fresh coffee brewing filling the air. Work would start in an hour, but you gave yourself enough time to ease yourself into the day. 

“Mornin’” A voice, thick with a posh British accent, made you jump, a strip of bacon nearly flying out of the pan as he scared you mid- flip. Steven’s voice was normally very comforting (if a little goofy upon first hearing it); however, it was still unnerving to hear at times. Every morning went like this, it seemed: a good morning to tell you who was fronting that day. 

“Oh, Good morning, Steven.” You replied, watching Steven out of the corner of your eye as you tended to the bacon. He moved to make himself a cup of tea, a small smile curling up at the corner of your lips. Marc would never make himself tea, but Steven loved the stuff. It was one of the first signs you really knew that Marc wasn’t playing with you. 

“Sleep well then, yeah?” He asked, dunking his tea bag in and out of the boiling water. You both slept in the same bed, but Steven wouldn’t know how last night went. You fished the bacon out of the pan, setting it on a paper towel before cracking some eggs to cook. Steven had fetched a bowl of cereal out, content with his sugary breakfast foods. Marc hardly ever ate breakfast.

“Yeah I did, did you…I mean.. How long have you been,” You paused. How do you ask someone how long they’ve been hidden away for? “Asleep?” 

Steven chewed his food for a second, thinking. “What day is it?” 

“Saturday.” 

“Ah,” He beamed, as if this answer was good. “Only a few days then, the last I remember was Thursday.” You grinned, putting a lid over the eggs to let them cook. The kitchen was filled with just the sounds of eggs popping and Steven chewing. Your thoughts for the day overtook you for a moment, a list of stuff you’d need to do at work playing in your head. You didn’t know what to say to him. Everything was still working out for the three of you, still in the awkward phases. 

“What’s your favourite flower?” Steven asked suddenly, setting his bowl on the kitchen table and bringing the mug of tea to his lips. Surprised, you wracked your brain- not expecting to talk much to him. In all honesty, you had expected Marc’s gruff morning voice to greet you. 

“Why?” You didn’t mean to sound like you were accusing, but the question took you off guard. Steven did a nervous little shrug, setting his tea down. 

“Dunno..just feel like.. We know nothing ‘bout each other, despite everything. Start with the basic questions. What’s your favourite flower, favourite colour, ya know?” He paused, watching you. “It’s a dumb question…I’m-I’m sor-” 

“Tulips. And purple.” You said, cutting him off. The memory of the flower in question and its significance flooded every inch of your body, sparking every nerve ending in the process. It was almost like you could smell that day, the aisle covered in tulip petals and lilac bouquets. You could feel the white silk dress beneath your fingers…and then suddenly you could smell eggs cooking and coffee finishing brewing. 

Steven looked curious, as if he knew you had a whole drawn out answer, but was too scared to ask what it was. He put his empty cereal bowl in the sink before slowly sitting down at the kitchen table, his long fingers trailing the handle of the tea mug. 

“W-why? Can I ask why?” His voice was soft and delicate. Gods, you just melted at that stupid accent, you thought. You used to hate it, mock it, despise it- until you grew to love it. You thought for a moment. You didn’t know if Steven was ready to hear details about Marc’s life- about where his own body might have been without him knowing. You wouldn’t want to know, you thought. It’d be too weird. Changing the subject, your voice faltered a bit as you loaded up your various breakfast foods and a cup of black coffee, bringing it to the table to sit down next to him. 

“What about you? Favorite color at least?” You could see his face get nervously paler, a pang of guilt shooting through your own stomach as you started eating. Did you just scare the poor guy? Did he think he insulted you? You were about to open your mouth to reassure him when he let out a nervous laugh, rubbing his face and taking a sip of tea. 

“I suppose uh.. I suppose orange, I guess. For a goldfish I had back at my flat in London. Though, I suppose he wasn’t really gold- don’t know why they call them that really…” He rambled for a moment, his nervousness making his words speed up and his accent got the tiniest bit thicker. You nodded, taking a sip of coffee and winced at the bitter taste. He looked at you, his melted chocolate eyes wide and innocent. “If I at all offended you, I’m terribly, terribly sorry I just..” You shook your head, cutting him off. 

“It’s fine, I can tell you. I just…didn’t want you to be upset. It’s a Marc memory, after all.” You could see him wince the tiniest bit. You had to remember that this whole world was just as new to him as it was to you. He nodded anyway, taking another drink and swallowing hard. You felt bad in a way, despite how strange this all was. 

“It was uh,” It was your turn to fiddle with the handle of the coffee mug. “It was our wedding. We had tulips at our wedding.” Steven nodded, casting his eyes down a bit before glancing back up to you. 

“Was it a nice memory? The wedding?” 

You paused for a moment, letting every memory of that day fill your brain. After such a rocky start to your dating life, that day was perfect. It was stressful, sure, but what wedding wasn’t? It all felt surreal talking about this to the man you married. Not really the same man, you reminded yourself. Same body, different person. You smiled, the same smile you wore as you walked down the aisle, walking towards Marc as he waited for you. 

“It was. Yeah. I uh…” You took one last bite of your breakfast, getting up and putting the dishes in the sink and striding over to the bookcase in the living room. Steven just watched you, finishing his tea and fiddling with the cold cup. The photo album was inconspicuous, just a plain photo album that was gifted to you a couple of weeks after your wedding. You had hardly looked at it since Marc vanished suddenly. You set it down in front of Steven, flipping it open to the first page. Photos of the empty wedding venue, dolled up and decorated in preparation, yet missing its guests. 

“You got photos then, yeah?” You nodded, sitting back across from him. Steven gently flipped through the photos, bringing a hand to his face and rubbing at it gently. He let out a breathy laugh, running his hands over the pages. His own face stared back at him in a suit, standing next to you in a white satin dress. 

“Bit weird, innit?” He asked out loud, more to himself than you. “All these memories that Marc has…that I don’t.” He let his words go quiet. You watched him carefully, his eyes wide and scanning each photo. 

“Is it what you would have wanted? If you could get married?” It was an odd question for you to be bringing up. Eventually you’d have to wrap your mind around it all. Steven shrugged. 

“Don’t know, really. Never had much luck with the whole dating scene. Missed a couple of dates flat out thanks to ol’ Marc there. I’m just too…nervous. Too Steven.You know,” He gestured to his head, flipping another page in the photo album. “I hadn’t even had a proper kiss. I mean. Obviously this body has, with Marc and you. But me? Not a thing. It seems like it was nice though, nice and…flower-y.” You smiled, leaning on your elbow as you watched him. You brushed aside the thought of him going on a date, again, it was a learning curve for yourself and Marc and Steven. 

“Well I think being too “Steven” has its charms. You’re very sweet, for instance. You listen. That alone could be a selling point.” You pointed out. Steven looked up at you, his eyes wide and his head shaking. 

“No, no I wouldn’t consider myself a selling point. Marc would have a field day if he knew you were complimenting me.” You could almost see him blushing just the slightest bit as he averted his eyes back down to the pictures. He stopped, staring at a photo of you alone in your wedding dress. You could see his eyes wandering up and down the photo. 

“You just.. You look really…beautiful,” He murmured. “I mean here. You look really beautiful here.” You couldn’t help but laugh, your own turn to blush now. 

“Nice save.” You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. Steven was positively beet red now, though his eyes still stayed on the same photo of you. As if he could tell you were watching him, he averted his eyes, glancing around the kitchen before landing on the clock on the microwave. 

“Oh blimey, would you look at the time!” He rushed up, taking the photo album and closing it. “Half past eight O’clock…you’re gonna be late for work if you keep chattering on to little ol’ me.” He practically helped you out of your chair, gathering your purse and jacket and helping you get them on. 

“Steven, really, it’s fine, I enjoy talking to you..” You insisted, still getting your jacket on and fishing your car keys out of your purse. Steven always walked you to the door every morning when he was around; one of the many things you seemed to overlook, until now. Now, it was one of the sweetest gestures - one Marc hadn’t done for you. 

You stopped just outside of the door, turning around to face Steven. He looked adorable in the morning light, bed head and all. Your heart raced as your brain seemed to get the message of what you were about to do across to the rest of your body. Gently you leaned up on the balls of your feet, the flats of your shoes slapping back down to the ground, as you learned up and gently placed your lips to his. Kissing him was like coming home; his lips familiar, his scruff brushing against your chin the way it did on that same wedding night. He still smelled the same, Marc probably had put on his cologne last night before bed. To Steven, however, it must have felt foreign and wrong. Kissing Marc’s wife. Even still, he put his hands gently on your waist, keeping his hands still as he relaxed a bit. You rested your head against his forehead for a moment before pulling away, smiling up at him gently. You could taste the tea on his lips.

“It’s not the same, I guess, but I hope that crosses one thing off your list of ‘haven’t hads’.” You turned away, giving him one last smile as you took in his gobsmacked expression. 

“I uh yeah. Yep. Y-you have a good day at work, yeah? You..I uh.. Th-thank you!” He called out, watching you as you got into your car. 

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Work had drawn out longer than you had expected. You were sore, tired, and in desperate need of a shower. The house was dark when you got home, and you had presumed that either Marc had gone out to do whatever he did when you weren’t around, or he was asleep. Or Steven was asleep. Either way, it seemed you were alone for the night. Sighing, you put your purse on the side table and locked the door behind you, running your hands over your face as you could practically feel the grime of the day settling on you. A hot bath and a long sleep was in order, you thought. 

Making your way to the kitchen, you struggled to find the light switch on the wall, taking a few seconds to pat around the wall blindly before snapping on the light. When it turned on, it revealed both a sticky note, telling you that your dinner was in the microwave- signed by Marc- and a vase of flowers, with a sticky note signed by Steven on the edge of it. 

A vase of tulips, to be exact. Purple ones.

So like the 15th season is the last season

Supernatural ending

So first off I would like to say that I really enjoy supernatural. I am currently on Season 12 episode 8. With supernatural coming up on their 14th season I was thinking about how they could end the show. Now they could probably go pass 14th season but I was still wondering. So here’s how I think they should end it. Supernatural has to end with Sam and Dean dead, this is unfortunate but it’s true. Carry on my wayward son is a must. Standing in front of sam and deans house has to be Mary, John, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, and Castiel. Then we show each of their faces and each one of them say “Saving people. Hunting things. The family Business.” So it would go something like this:

Mary: Saving

John: People.

Ellen: Hunting

Jo: Things.

Bobby: The

Castiel: Family

Dean and Sam: Business

Then it ends with an acoustic version of carry on my wayward son showing everyone else they have loved as family and of course the Impala has to be there.

That is what I hope for.

The Bad Batch Modern AU Headcanon- Crosshair is a cat person:

( Really the cat is a Crosshair person)

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- He never intended to get a pet, to him it was just an extra expense and time commitment

- But the damn cat kept following him home everyday

- It would stare at him with head tilted as he'd close the townhouse's door

- The first few times he'd stop and stare at it, hoping it would slink off from the attention

- After a couple days it just became routine, the cat would meet him a block before the house and pad alongside him to the door until he went inside.

- One day he hesitated a little too long in going through the door, the cat took this as an invitation to come inside

- He'd stand there with the door open waiting for the cat to leave until the boys came home

- "AWW CAN WE KEEP IT??" Wrecker rumbled, scaring the poor thing into darting under the sofa.

- After much debating, Hunter and Echo decided it could stay, as long as they took it to the vet soon.

- Crosshair rolled his eyes and huffed, but grabbed his wallet and keys to go get cat food

- He just didn't want the cat making noise all night because it was hungry

- He came home a little while later with cat food, litter box + litter, a bowl, and a toy in his pocket (not that he told the others)

- That night while he layed in bed, he set a vet appointment up on his phone- wanted to make sure the mangy thing didn't have fleas or something

- The next afternoon Crosshair and Tech took the cat to the vet.

- Tech just wanted to see what a vet's office was like .

- At the vet they found out the cat was a she and wasn't chipped for someone else.

- The vet asked Crosshair what her name was as he was the one who was holding her.

- "I don't know, it's just a stray" he grumbled.

- The vet chuckled, "Well she needs a name."

- Tech would look at Crosshair and he'd return with an icy side glare, daring Tech to say something idiotic .

- "How about we ask Wrecker?" Tech suggested.

- Crosshair snorted in disgust, "God only if you want her named something like ""Sunshine""."

- Tech would then suggest some very long historical name which would ultimately end in Crosshair snapping and naming the cat himself.

- Once they got home, Crosshair would set her down and beeline for his room, only to hear her padding alongside of him.

- As he entered the room he started to close the door, but the cat meowed quietly behind him.

- "No" he practically whispered, so as Wrecker couldn't hear. And then he closed the door.

- The next morning as soon as he opened her door, there she was, slinking down the hallway beside him.

- He tried to eat breakfast in peace, but she kept staring at him, so he stared back.

-It wasn't until Hunter cleared his throat that he realized the other four were watching the staring match with raised eyebrows.

- He'd snarl something sarcastic at the boys before throwing his plate in the sink and heading out for the day.

- When he got home, he realized his bedroom door was wide open, and the cat wasn't in the main living area.

- She was snuggled on top of his pillow on his bed, lazily basking in the afternoon sun.

- "Seriously?" He moved her and the pillow towards the other side of the bed. Angrily grabbing another pillow he'd lay down on his side and eventually fall asleep.

- He'd wake up a few hours later, curled on his side. The cat was now curled up behind his knees.

- She softly stared at him, blinking slowly once.

- Over the next few weeks, she began sleeping in his bed more, even at night.

- When Echo asked about it, Crosshair chalked it up to him being the only one who feeds her.

- One day while Crosshair was working at his desk, she'd hop up next to his computer, swishing her tail over the pile of papers

- He finally took the toy out of the drawer he hid it in and threw it across the room, chuckling as she leapt after it

- He turned back to his computer thinking he could focus, only for her to jump back up to her spot, dropping the toy at his hand.

- "Isn't fetch for dogs?" He said, tossing the toy again.

- Over an hour went by before he realized no work had gotten done.

- One Sunday afternoon Hunter walked into the living room to join Crosshair watching TV.

- Crosshair looked half asleep, feet propped up on the coffee table, head slung back across the edge of the couch

- It wasn't until Hunter got closer that he noticed Cross's hand moving slowly, stroking between the cat's ears.

- She was curled up fast asleep in Cross's lap, and by the looks of it, had been for a while.

- With a raised eyebrow, Hunter took a deep inhale to say something. But before he could, without even looking up, Cross silently flicked him off.

- Hunter walked away chuckling to himself to go tell Echo.

- It wasn't even a few days later, while Crosshair was meal prepping, that she jumped up in the counter next to him.

- "Down," he hissed at her. Echo would flip his shit if he came in and she was on the counter

- He kept cooking but out of the corner he saw her sit back into her haunches, wiggling her tail. Was she about to...?

- He started to raise a hand to shield his face, but he was too slow

- He only opened his squeezed shut eyes when he realized there was no pain, just soft paws on his one shoulder, and tail slung across the other.

- There she was, perched on his shoulder, staring down at him. She blinked slowly, again.

- He stared back at her for the better part of a minute, partially confused, partially annoyed she made him flinch.

- She eventually broke the staring match off, flopping her head on top of his. A silent purr vibrating across his skull.

- Smelling his food starting to burn, Cross shrugged her into a more comfortable position, before returning his attention to the stove to salvage his meal.

- "Who's burnin' the food?" Wrecker rumbled , coming around the corner

- "It's not for you." Crosshair retorted, but Wrecker was no longer listening.

- The giant was frozen in the doorway, an excited look on his face. A barely audible squeak of excitement coming through.

- He'd been working really hard on not scaring off the cat: being quiet and still in her presence.

- Just like Hunter, Wrecker took a sharp inhale to comment, but before he could speak, "Can it Wrecker."

- Wrecker nodded quietly, not taking his eyes off the cat as he tip toed backwards around the corner he came.

- After several months like this, Crosshair began to actually look forward to waking up in the morning and coming home in the evenings

- One morning over the holidays, the boys were gathered in the kitchen, chatting over coffee.

- All eyes were on Crosshair as he walked in, faithful feline friend in tow.

- As he made his coffee, she wove her way in between his feet, rubbing her head against his legs.

- "I don't think I've ever seen you more affectionate than you are with that cat," Hunter mused.

- The other three chuckled or nodded in agreement.

- Crosshair calmly sipped his coffee, giving time for his snarky response to percolate.

- Finally, setting down his cup. "She's better company than the rest of you," he retorted cooly.

- Again the other three each chuckled or snorted in response, while Hunter almost spit coffee back into his cup.

- After breakfast, the others split off to their own devices, leaving Crosshair and the cat in the kitchen.

- She immediately leapt onto the counter he was at.

- As he put his coffee down, he leaned over her, attempting a rematch of their last staring contest.

- However, this time she blinked slowly as she leaned her head up against his, nuzzling into his cheek.

- The old Crosshair would've pulled away, but now...he sighed and the corner of his mouth started to lift. He even nudged her back with his nose.

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BONUS: Crosshair x Reader(and the cat)

- For the first few months of knowing Crosshair you didn't even know he had a pet

- He never mentioned anything even remotely hinting to it

- It wasn't until he invited you over to watch a movie that Echo passed by the two of you and asked where the cat was.

- You didn't meet her that now. Crosshair gave some excuse about not wanting to wake her up and go get her, but really he wasn't ready.

-What if his cat didn't like you? What if the cat liked you more than she liked him?

- It wasn't for another few weeks that he let you into his room and meet his cat.

- He wasn't sure what he expected, but he should've guessed that she would just stare at you. After all, that's what she did to him before walking through his door.

- As your relationship grew, Crosshair was aware he wasn't very good at comforting you, especially over text.

- He eventually just started sending pictures of the cat, or on rare occasion, a selfie with the cat, if you seemed less animated than usual.

- He figured that was better than any words he could come up with anyways.

Its me back at it again with more TRT fan art as promised. I played around with the colors stuff but overall I love the way they turned out and i hope you will likr them too

FDKALFJDLAFJIEOLAFJEKLAJFEAFJKLADE

EXCUSE ME

EXCUSE

ME

ME THE EXCUSE FUCKING

YOU LEAVE THIS GLORIOUS ART IN MY BOX

YOU DESTROY ME WITH BEAUTY LIKE THIS, YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME

LOOK AT THAT CHIN GRAB AND HER HAND ON HIS NECK, LOOK AT HIS HANDS OPEN IN SURPRISE, LOOK AT HIS HAIR FLUFF AND THEIR SOFT FACES AND THE SHEER BLISS HERE

LOOK AT THE MUSCLES HOLY SHIT matt murdock continues to be a buffet, that's just a PSA here, and this will remind everyone, GUYS, LOOK

in short, I gift thee my emotions over this beautiful art, even if all that comes out is