#and besides aren't all languages silly sounding

[mey-rin-is-fabulous]

OP be careful be very careful

"I'm dutch but I hate literally all dutch music" aren't u tired

[stedefxckingbonnet]

PLEASE WRITE BEING IZZY'S LOVER (gn) AND IZZY ACTUALLY SURVIVED BECAUSE IDK THEY EITHER MISSED OR THE LOVER MANAGED TO SAVE HIM OR ANYTHING I JUST NEED TO SAVE THIS MAN 😭🙏

I GOT YOU!!! Here's my little fix-it fic, all! Writing this made me feel a bit better because my god I finally brought myself to watching the finale even after knowing all that happened already and wow I was not okay. But perhaps this fic is me turning poison into positivity in my own way? Yeah. Yeah! I'll leave it at that :) This one is a bit shorter but, it's short and sweet, I thinl!

I didn't really want to recount the battle itself, just more-so the aftermath, so please keep that in mind whilst reading in case it feels like I dove in a bit too suddenly and quickly!

Keep the requests coming, all! I love you all so, so dearly.

Love,

Lavinia

My Favorite | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: light angst (but there's fluff GALORE and it ends happily, i swear!), some strong language, brief mentions of being shot, tending to an injury/mentions of injury (non-graphic descriptions)

Word Count: 1481

In your periphery, you couldn't help but notice Izzy suddenly hunched over, clutching his stomach. Everyone else managed to continue charging forward with their weapons, but you had other plans, and knew that both you and Izzy would be better for it. You rushed over to him without any hesitation, slinging his arm around you gently as you ushered him back to the ship as quickly as you could. His breathing staggered and the sound of it motivated you to move even faster.

You managed to rush him back to your quarters; in case the rest of the crew came stumbling onto The Revenge again, you would be able to focus on the most important mission of your life—helping Izzy Hands survive.

"I'm alright, love," Izzy breathed out, looking up at you as you cleaned the wound and prepared to bandage it.

"Clearly, you aren't," you laughed sadly, fighting back tears as you worked.

"You don't have to do this, you know," he sighed as he spotted you scrambling all over the place, very clearly in a panic about all of this. You so badly wanted to stop right there and scold him. You didn't have to do this? Was he fucking kidding? Of course you had to do this, you wanted to do this. You wanted him to be okay, needed him to be. You wanted to take away the harm brought upon him. You wanted to see him live another day and many, many more. You craved to see him go on to send you another one of his not-so-discreet-anymore smiles that got you through the toughest of times. You don't have to do this? How could he be so foolish? He was by far the most intelligent aboard the ship and yet, he still managed to say such a silly thing.

"Did you hear me?"

"Oh, I heard you," you almost seethed. "And once again, I will be ignoring your request."

"You manage to go and do that so much and yet, you're still my favorite," he weakly shook his head as he looked up at the ceiling and laughed under his breath.

You stopped in your tracks, for just a moment. You figured you could—Izzy was all patched up and all that was left to do was sit with him and make sure the bleeding stops and give him food, water, anything else he needed, and you were beyond happy to do so. You needed to be sure he was okay. But what he had just admitted to you earned quite a bit of a shock from you, a shock you couldn't quite process running all around the room. "I'm your favorite?"

He laughed once again, coughing immediately after and reaching to clutch his abdomen once again. You immediately sat down beside him, not realizing you had started to gently touch his cheek. "Isn't that fucking obvious? Everyone else sure as hell knows it."

You couldn't help but laugh yourself. "I guess? I don't know. You're my favorite too, you know."

"Oh, don't bother lying just because I'm injured," Izzy teased, reaching out to flick you in the arm.

"I'm not lying!" you threw your hands up in a playful surrender. "I mean it, Izzy. You know I do. And I don't want anything happening to you. I don't know what I'd do if you..." and with that, the tears began to spill out. Izzy knew there was no use trying to sit up, but he was able to extend his arm around you.

"I signed up for this," he shrugged.

"As long as I'm around, you are not dying any fucking time soon. Okay? You got that?"

Izzy's lips formed a smirk. "I love it when you get feisty."

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you giggled. Though suddenly, your expression hardened, and even Izzy noticed you were about to say something of the serious vein. "You really scared me back there, Iz."

Izzy could only sigh—he knew that none of the words he could muster would be enough to relieve you just yet, or even at all. And what was he supposed to say, anyway? That he was sorry he let himself get shot? Sorry that he didn't immediately seek help? Sorry that you had to see that? That he was so fucking exhausted of the life he's made for himself after all?

You made your way over to the foot of the bed, carefully sitting and stroking his leg. "I'm sorry," you suddenly lamented.

"Why are you sorry?"

"You just really scared me. I didn't want to lose you but I don't want you feeling bad about it either because it wasn't your fault you got hurt," you sighed, averting your eyes from his gaze.

Izzy slowly sat up, rubbing your upper back before gently wrapping his arm around you and resting his head upon your shoulder. "I'm not going anywhere, you know. I promise."

"I know," you exhaled. "I just...I could have lost you, and that thought absolutely haunts me every time we raid or duel or see another ship at all, or even just roam about the Republic of Pirates, but I know this is your life and what you're used to and I would never yank you away from—"

"I don't want any of it anymore," Izzy suddenly admitted. "I'm tired. So fucking tired. And I don't even know how many wounds my body can take anymore."

You laughed sadly, craning your head over to look at him once again. Even after the years of suffering and pain that remained on his face at times, he was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen. And, he was healing as of late—you could see that, everyone could see that. "Well, what are you saying? And no, it isn't obvious—"

"I want to live," Izzy assured you. "But not this life. A different one."

"What would that look like to you?"

"I don't know," he whispered, almost ashamed of this answer.

"It's okay not to know. I'm up for anything as long as you are right there beside me," you reassured him as you planted a gentle kiss upon his forehead.

"Really? You'll stay with me?" Izzy asked in disbelief.

"I love you, Izzy. You. Not because you're Blackbeard's first mate, not because you're a pirate. Because you're you. You're Israel Hands. You are clever and caring and proud and you have so much else to offer this world, away from the sea. Beyond all this."

Izzy lifted his arms up from his sides, wincing as he did so, his hands flying back to his abdomen. You smiled softly as you ever so carefully wrapped your arms around him, making sure not to squeeze so tight. One of your hands made its way up to the back of his head as you gently ran your fingers through his hair. You suddenly heard him whimpering and it brought tears to your own eyes. At last, he spoke. "Fuck you."

You couldn't help but giggle as you sat back up once again.

"I love you," Izzy spoke sincerely, hoping with every part of him that this came across. By now, your face was in his hands, and he looked at you in such a way that truly did confirm his tenderness, his endless adoration that he reserved for you and only you.

You knew exactly the response he was searching for. He knew that you had love for him already—you were never exactly subtle about it. And he never exactly minded it. "I know that, Iz. I promise you."

"Suppose we should say goodbye to everyone?"

"We will. I just want to be here with you right now."

"I wouldn't mind that."

You lay down beside Izzy, draping your arm over his chest as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. He hums happily as you do, and he instantly settles into the warmth you provide. Before you know it, your eyes flutter shut and even in your dreams, Izzy Hands is there and you are together and you are living without fear and judgment, and the only thing you're stressing about is what to make for breakfast that day even though he'll always mumble, "Anything will do, darling." Perhaps whatever life the two of you should lead will come to you in your dreams and you will eagerly share these ideas once you awaken. In this moment, you were just grateful to get to spend the rest of your life with none other than him, and it almost didn't matter what endeavors you embarked on alongside one another from this moment forward. You finished the ditty Izzy was humming before you succumbed to the sweet dreams he wished upon you, and you looked forward to your dreams that were about to come true in just a few hours.

[fandomfablesunleashed]

Cloud gazing

Law x reader

Summary: While cloud gazing, Law joined you, skeptical of your playful imagination. Despite his practicality, your persistence led him to spot shapes in the clouds, softening his usual stoicism

Words: 1,485

Notes: Just something short and silly

English is not my first language

Masterlist

As you sat on the hill, the rest of the crew was scattered below, enjoying some well-deserved downtime. Law noticed you alone on the hilltop and, without a word, made his way over, settling beside you—close, but not too close. The silence between you was comfortable, as it usually was.

“Something on your mind?” Law finally broke the silence, his voice quiet, yet tinged with curiosity. He didn’t turn to look at you, his attention still on the horizon.

You shook your head and smiled softly. “Just cloud gazing,” you replied, pointing lazily up at the sky. “See that one. Doesn’t it look like an elephant?”

Law’s eyebrow arched ever so slightly as he followed your gaze. He squinted, scrutinizing the cloud with the same intensity he reserved for battle strategies.

“That cloud doesn’t look like an elephant. None of these clouds do. You’re just seeing things that aren’t there,” he remarked in his usual deadpan tone, utterly unamused by your whimsical suggestion.

You couldn’t help but let a quiet laugh escape your lips, not at all deterred by his skepticism.

“Maybe. But where’s the fun in always seeing things for what they are?” You shrugged playfully. “Sometimes it’s nice to see things differently.”

Law let out a long sigh as he listened to your response. He wasn't one for whimsical or imaginative thinking, always preferring logic and straightforwardness. But he couldn't help being intrigued by your viewpoint.

“I suppose you have a point,” he muttered, though his gaze never wavered from the clouds. “But I still don’t see how that cloud looks like an elephant.”

You chuckled again, your eyes darting from one cloud to another, enjoying the strange game you were playing with him.

“Perhaps it’s not a perfect elephant,” you admitted. “But can’t you see the trunk? The floppy ears? It’s all there if you squint just right. And that one over there? Totally a penguin wearing a hat.”

Law’s skepticism deepened as he squinted at the clouds you pointed out, still unable to see the playful shapes you so easily described.

“No,” he said flatly, “I don’t see a penguin. I just see... clouds. Nothing more, nothing less.”

You smiled, finding Law's bluntness amusing. You knew he was a straight-shooter and didn't believe in seeing things that weren't there. But you couldn't help but try to open his mind, even just a little.

Leaning back and resting your weight on your hands, you were thoroughly entertained by his resistance.

“That’s because you’re trying to analyze them. You're not allowing your imagination to run wild.”

Law’s brow furrowed slightly at your suggestion, clearly irked by the notion that he lacked a creative mind. He wasn’t devoid of it, after all—his tactical genius often relied on thinking outside the box. But indulging in something as frivolous as seeing shapes in the clouds? That was another story.

“I'm not devoid of imagination,” he protested, a hint of defensiveness in his tone. “I just think there's no sense in seeing things that aren't there. It's a waste of time and brainpower.”

You grinned, sensing the tiny crack in his stubborn exterior. “Maybe it is a waste of time for you,” you conceded. “But that doesn't mean there's no joy or beauty to be found in it. Why not take a break from being logical and just… see what you can find in those clouds? Come on, it won’t kill you to entertain me for a moment.”

Law sighed—a long, exasperated sound that almost made you laugh again. He glanced up at the sky, clearly realizing that he wasn’t going to win this battle of wills. His eyes scanned the clouds with grudging determination, as though now it had become a challenge.

“Fine,” he relented, albeit reluctantly. “What am I supposed to be seeing?”

Your smile widened, noticing Law finally giving in to your persuasion. You pointed up at the clouds with excitement.

“There, see that cluster of clouds? It looks like a ship at sea, doesn't it?”

Law stared at the cloud formation for a long moment, his expression unreadable. To him, it still looked like nothing more than a random blob. But he didn’t want to disappoint you after caving in.

“I… suppose it could be a ship,” he said, his voice not entirely convinced.

You laughed softly, knowing he was humoring you, but appreciating the effort all the same.

“Close enough. Now, look over there—what about that one? Doesn’t it kind of resemble a dragon breathing fire?”

Law’s eyes shifted to where you directed your gaze. This time, he tried a little harder, letting his gaze relax. After a few moments, he saw it—vague shapes that, if he squinted, almost resembled a dragon’s wings and puffs of cloud resembling fire.

“Maybe,” he admitted begrudgingly, and you could hear the faintest crack of amusement in his voice. “I can see it… vaguely.”

“See? You’re getting the hang of it.” With a playful glint in your eye, you gestured at another formation. “Alright, how about that one? What do you see?”

Law let out a small huff before glancing at the cloud you were pointing at. After a few moments of staring, he squinted and tried to see what you saw. It took a bit of effort and imagination, but he finally saw the faint outline of a bird perched on a branch.

“Looks like a bird,” he said, still sounding a bit reluctant to admit it.

You beamed. “Exactly! You’re a natural at this.”

The light teasing in your voice made him grumble under his breath, but you could tell he wasn’t as irked as before. His stiff demeanor was loosening.

“There’s no need for mockery,” he muttered, but the faintest twitch of his lips betrayed him. His eyes shifted back to the clouds, this time a little more willing to play along. He scanned the sky, searching for shapes, and it wasn’t long before he found another.

“That one looks like... a turtle,” he said, surprising himself with how quickly he found it.

“See? It's not so hard to imagine things, is it?” You teased him lightly, not wanting to entirely ruin his stoic facade.

“It's still a waste of time,” he mumbled, trying to maintain his stoic attitude. “There are more important and productive things to do than trying to see things in the clouds.”

You chuckled, amused by Law's grumbling. You knew he was trying to play it cool, but you could tell he was secretly enjoying the exercise, even if he would never admit it.

“Maybe you're right,” you conceded. “But sometimes it's nice to take a break from being productive and just do something silly, even if it's just for a few minutes.”

Law rolled his eyes, not wanting to concede defeat in the argument, but his lips twitched slightly in a hint of a reluctant smile.

“I guess it's not so bad,” he mumbled, his voice lacking the bite he wanted it to have.

You smiled triumphantly, noticing Law's slight crack in his stern demeanor.

“I knew you'd come around eventually,” you teased lightly. “That’s one. Doesn’t it look like a cat?”

Law followed your finger to look at the new cloud formation you were gazing at, and after a moment of studying it, he could see what you described. It resembled a cat, lying on its side with its tail curled around.

“It does look like a cat,” he admitted, his voice a bit softer this time. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

You smiled, pleased that Law was finally getting into the game. You pointed at a different cloud. “Now, what about that one?”

Law turned to look at the new cloud you drew his attention to, and this time he only needed a moment to see the image. The cloud had a somewhat horse-like shape, with its head raised and its tail swishing.

“Looks like a horse,” he said, the smirk on his face growing a bit more. He was beginning to find this game surprisingly entertaining and ridiculous. Totally ridiculous. You were being ridiculous, but so was he now—and he didn’t mind.

You laughed softly, watching as Law stared up at the sky, still playing along. The stern, no-nonsense captain you knew so well had let his guard down, just for a moment, and it warmed your heart.

“Not bad for someone who prides himself on being so logical,” you teased one last time, nudging him playfully.

Law rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, his expression softer than before.

“Don’t get used to it,” he muttered, though the faint smile tugging at his lips betrayed his words.

The quiet between you returned. Above, the clouds continued to drift by, carrying with them elephants, dragons, and a world of possibilities—for those willing to see.

And for once, you thought, maybe Law could see it too.

[kpop-kitkat]

Attention | Kim Sunwoo

pairing | dom bf!kim sunwoo x sub f!reader

genre/cw | smut(minors istg do not interact or you're blocked), fluff, a bit of crack/humor, explicit language, gamer!sunwoo, established relationship, slight degradation, praise, dirty talk, pull out method, daddy kink, use of whore and slut, pet names, teasing, sunwoo is a whiney dom(omg can you imagine ahh), slight moan kink, aftercare, fluffy end

wc | 2.2k

notes | who doesn't love gamer boy smuts, I mean come on

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Y/n smiled to herself as she got the very much needed text. After waiting a whole day, it was a sight to see.

Sunwoo💕: finishing up practice. home soon baby girl

Y/n: yay, see ya soon

She squealed before tossing her phone onto the couch. In any normal relationship, nobody would be that excited when their lover returned home from a normal day at work. And in Sunwoo’s case, he was an idol, staying a bit later for extra practice for an upcoming comeback. But Y/n and Sunwoo were only three weeks into living together. Who could blame her?

On an impulse of energy, she began cleaning the apartment, every nook and cranny. Coats on the coat rack, dishes in the dishwasher, books in the bookshelf, everything in its place. She didn't even realize how fast she was doing it until she felt sweat, sticky on her forehead. She sighed before collapsing onto the sofa, wanting nothing more than Sunwoo cuddles, and maybe something a bit more. She couldn't help but imagine all the filthy scenarios in her head.

The sound of keys jangling as the front door was unlocked and opened, made her jolt upwards, off of the sofa. She ran over to her boyfriend and jumped, arms and legs around his neck and waist.

 "Whoah, miss me that much baby girl?" Sunwoo smirked, holding her body close to his as he kissed her cheek.

 "I was alone all day," she pouted with her bottom lip stuck out, raising her head up from his shoulder to look up at him.

 He chuckled before kissing her pouty lips. "Sorry. I'll have to make a daily reminder: don't be late or girlfriend gets moody," he teased. 

 "How dare you," she playfully smacked his chest before untangling herself from his grip. "You should wash up, dinner is almost ready."

 "What? You cooked?" Sunwoo's jaw dropped.

 "No stupid, the Uber Eats driver is ten minutes away. Now go," she laughed, shoving him towards the stairs.

He eventually went up to take a shower and change his clothes. When he came back down, Y/n was already enjoying her ramen without him. "Hey, you should've waited for me!" He exclaimed, running to the kitchen island, digging through the brown paper bag, sighing in relief seeing how Y/n left him a bowl. She had actually eaten his food once after the two had gotten into a silly arguement. "Thanks for not eating my food."

 "You're welcome."

Sunwoo chuckled with a shake of his head as he took a seat besides her at the kitchen island. He licked his lips as he took the lid off of his food, twirling his plastic fork in hand. He took a bite and sighed in satisfaction before turning to his girlfriend. "So, what did you do while I was gone?"

 "I cleaned, aren't you proud of me?" She replied, also taking a bite of her food.

 "I did notice the apartment was cleaner when I got back. I'm surprised you did it voluntarily," he explained, earning an elbow to the stomach from her.

 "Well, at least I was productive. I even took a walk and did our laundry," she added.

 "Look at you," he laughed, swallowing his food so he wouldn't choke. He was about to say something when his phone buzzed.

 "Who's that?" Y/n wondered.

 "Chanhee and Changmin. They want to play some Halo in fifteen," he answered. 

 "Can I see?" Y/n tilted her head.

Y/n and Sunwoo were currently building trust in their relationship, so looking at each other's text messages was something they always did. 

Sunwoo nodded and handed his phone over to Y/n. 

(On Sunwoo's phone)

Chanheee: halo in 15?

Q: ya, gotta finish this birthday card for jaehyun. count me in. hbu sunwoo?

Y/n smirked to herself, and Sunwoo understood her plan.

 "No, babe, please let me reply," Sunwoo reached out for his phone, but she leaned over, out of his reach.

 "I promised I'd play with them earlier!" The boy protested. 

 "Whatever," she handed the phone back to its rightful owner, hesitantly. 

Sunwoo(actually Sunwoo): JK y'all, I'll be on in less than fifteen ;)

Y/n pouted. "You don't want to watch a movie or something?"

 "Maybe later babe, I made a promise," he smiled, holding the back of her neck to pull her in for another kiss, a lasting one this time. He pulled away after awhile. "I love you."

 "I love you too," she sighed. "But I want cuddles."

 "You're literally a human koala. You can live without me for two hours. Entertain yourself," he playfully rolled his eyes before ascending the stairs.

She huffed and looked around. "But there's nothing to do," she thought aloud.

~~~~~

Y/n quietly entered the bedroom as Sunwoo was immersed in his games. She decided to scroll aimlessly through TikTok as she lay on their shared bed, attempting to cure her boredom.

 "No no! He's by our base!" Sunwoo shouted, following a loud mashing on the keyboard and loud clicks on the mouse. "I swear I'll kill you if you suicide one more time Chanhee hyung."

Y/n looked up and almost laughed at how Sunwoo was a whole new person in the world of video games.

 "I'm going to kill you!" Sunwoo raged. Y/n guessed Chanhee committed suicide again, I'm game of course.

Y/n was deprived of her boyfriend. Even though he promised it'd be two hours, it was coming up on four. "Baby..." she whined, but Sunwoo couldn't hear through his headphones. She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, not earning any response other than a shake of shoulders. Unsatisfied, she moved in front of him and put her legs on either side of him, sitting on his lap and leaning her head into his chest.

 "Hold up," Sunwoo moved the headphone mic away from his face. "Baby what are you doing?"

 "Cuddling with you, I'm bored," she answered truthfully.

 "But-" he paused, seeing how the next game had already started. "Fine, just no distractions, okay?"

She nodded. But it didn't mean she wasn't going to distract anyways.

He moved the mic back to his mouth. "Aight, let's go."

Y/n clutched his warm sweatshirt and breathed in his scent, finding it very calming. It smelt like ocean water and new books, two of her favorite smells. And while she was comfortable in her position she was still bored. And not to mention, getting horny from sitting on his lap for some time.

Deciding on causing mischief and a distraction, she began to move, rubbing her clothed heat against his sweatpants. It was painfully slow, but also pleasuring. Sunwoo seemed unfazed by her actions, still shouting at his friends as they played an intense match. But when she began to move faster, causing the friction she wanted, he began to fidget as he played, even stumbling over his words. "Y-yeah it's..." he took a deep breath. "B-by that fountain by the fountain, I-I mean mountain." Y/n smiled. Her plan seemed to be working. Taking it a step further, she leaned over his shoulder and quietly moaned into his ear, silently turning him on.

 "What was that?" Asked Chanhee through the game.

 "Nothing, it's nothing," Sunwoo brushed him off. But oh, it was definitely something.

Y/n smirked to herself. Everything was going according to plan. She grasped Sunwoo's shoulders as she allowed herself more room to move. Back and forth, back and forth, at the perfect pace. And she didn't contain her dirty little noises.

 "Okay Sunwoo, something is making noise on your end," Changmin concluded. 

 "It was the wind," Sunwoo chuckled nervously as he bit back a moan of his own.

"The wind?" Y/n thought to herself. Nonetheless, she played her final card. Moving away from Sunwoo's chest, she reached down to feel him through his sweatpants. She was pleasantly surprised to find him already so hard for her. It turned her on even more. She began stroking his length, causing him to shut his eyes tightly and bite his lips to the point of them bleeding.

 "Guys, Imma head to bed, I'm," he took a deep breath, trying not to moan. "Just tired after today."

 "That's fine. See y'all tomorrow," said Chanhee.

 "See ya," Changmin said before going offline. 

Sunwoo ripped his headphones off and threw them onto the ground beside him before tightly grasping her wrists. "What do you think you're doing, baby girl?"

 "Pleasuring daddy, because I know he wants me to," she said, acting all innocent as her eyes sparkled.

He quickly stood up before sweeping her off of her feet, carrying her to the bed before throwing her onto it. She loved it when he was rough. He climbed on after her and pinned her hands above her head before kissing her roughly. She tugged at his blonde tresses as he held her jaw tightly. He pulled away just enough to look into her eyes. "Such an attention whore, aren't you? Couldn't wait another thirty minutes to have my cock inside you, hmm?"

 "No, I missed you daddy," she whined, feeling herself getting wetter, to the point of it being hot and uncomfortable.

 "Tell me what you need, baby girl," he continued to kiss her, tasting her as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. "Tell me what my pretty little whore needs so bad."

 "I need you... to fuck me," she breathed out, biting his bottom lip.

 "Like always... you fucking whore," he smirked. He began kissing his way down her neck feverishly, as Y/n held his shoulders tightly. He then began to pull his own shirt over his head, revealing his well toned body that never ceased to amaze Y/n. His attention was then on her clothes. "We don't need this, do we?" He hummed, lifting her shirt over her head. "What about this? No, don't need this either," he smirked, tugging down her silk shorts, revealing her completely soaked panties. It was even dripping with her arousal. "Oh baby girl, you're soaked," he pouted as he touched her through the thin fabric, eliciting a loud moan from her. "Do you need my help?"

 "Yes daddy please, I need you," she whined aloud, moving her hands to his abs. 

 He tugged down his sweatpants and underwear in one swift move before turning around to pump himself before turning back to her. He licked his lips before slipping down her panties. "Take it like a good girl, my little slut. You asked for it."

 There was no time for her to verbally respond before the head of Sunwoo's cock invaded her entrance. She gasped, holding onto Sunwoo's shoulders as the pleasure overwhelmed her senses. "Feel good baby girl?"

 "Yes Sunwoo... oh fuck," she whimpered, arching her back as her head fell backwards.

 "Keep moaning my name, lovely," he ordered, beginning to thrust deeper into her, if it was even possible. 

 "Sunwoo!" she screamed, feeling him hit her g-spot repetitively. She then pulled him down to kiss his lips again, savoring his taste. He responded and with one hand, he held the side of her face. The other was keeping her hips in place as he thrusted a bit harshly now.

 "Sunwoo, I'm going to... ahh," she cried.

 "Not yet baby girl, wait for me," he ordered, afterwards letting out a bit of a high pitched moan. And Y/n couldn't explain it, but she loved the sound of it. The way his hair fell messy upon his forehead as his thrusts got sloppy and he became a moaning mess, despite being the dominant one... she just loved it all. She loved knowing she pleasured him as much as he did her.

 "Sunwoo, I can't," she begged, her pussy already becoming sore as he hit her spot. 

 "Alright, come with me," he said, moaning once more as he pulled out, his white hot liquid dripping onto her stomach. She moaned as well, her liquids pouring out onto the sheets. Sunwoo sighed before collapsing beside her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Great job baby girl," he smiled, kissing all over her face. He then sat up. "Let's get you cleaned up." He left for the bathroom and speedily returned with a rag wet with warm water. Carefully, he wiped his cum from her stomach and tried to wipe some of hers from the sheets as well. He tossed the rag in the dirty laundry basket before slipping on his underwear and sweatpants again, Y/n also putting her clothes back on. He and Y/n moved into their spots in bed and looked at each other. "I love you," he breathed out, moving hair from her face.

 "I love you more," she smiled, snuggling into his chest. 

 At the end of the day, she got what she wanted. Sunwoo cuddles.

[vanillaxoshi]

I was curious on how Cahaya's school life could possibly be in Age bracket and theres this one experience i remember very distinctly when i was in 6th grade. Hope you enjoy :D

btw "hi" is normal speech 'hi' is written and 'hi' is thoughts

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He'd thought 3rd grade would be better than 1st or 2nd grade. Unexpectedly, he'd be horribly wrong. Sure it could have something to do with him being the youngest there

but he thinks age shouldn't really matter on how you treat someone

...

Maybe skipping grades isn't as cool as he thought it would be

No matter, he has long concluded that Fang to be the only friend he'll ever make in his life.

Which brings him to the library. Its not extravagant, far from the greatest libraries hes ever been in, the books aren't really great in terms of quality, and there are still some rowdy kids here and there (despite the very obvious rule of being silent in a library)

But its But it is still one of the more calming places of the school

Entering through the double doors, Cahaya greets the librarian with a simple wave, earning a smile and a nod from the middle aged woman. Thats the other thing, as he makes his way through the rows and rows of bookshelves that are far too big than him

The librarian is really kind to him, she knows sign language; advance ones even! (he couldn't make out some of them) She even said she might start a mini class for students to learn sign language, it'll basically be a secret club here in the library!

Whats even more spectacular is that she didn't seem bothered by his exaggerated arms shaking making up and down motions and legs tapping excitedly—he later learns it's called "stimming"— truly the coolest person in this school. Beside himself and Fang, of course

The only problem is that she informed him that they needed at least 3 participants, something about legality and how it could paint a bad picture if it's just the both of them. Which is silly!

What's so wrong with a private class between a student and a teacher? whats an adult gonna do to a child? the worst he could think is punishing, he can't think what else an adult could do… lecture maybe?

That doesn't sound so bad

Thinking about it is just ruining his mood. His brows crest together as his eyes scans the rows and rows of books, completely ignoring the more obvious children books and through the more intellectually advance ones. His body moved with practiced ease as he slowly gathers the books, having to actually hop a few times to pick some of the higher located ones. Grabbing 2 at a time and stacking them on a nearby table

He looks at the stack when it reaches almost half his height. Huh. Maybe he overdid it a little bit

He picked the book at the top and so it begins

He usually doesn't read this much considering the limited amount of time that they have, but Fang isn't here today, so he doesn't really have anything to pass the time

As time went by with each book slowly going to the opposite stack, his mind wanders away making the words all jumbled up

Huffing, he rereads the start of the paragraph.

His mind went back to the topic of him skipping grades; how he was proud of himself at first... until they explained that Fang wouldn't be in the same class as him

He didn't mind at first, since they figured they could always just meet up during recess and lunch in the library. But sometimes that wasn't reliable..

Shaking his head, he tries to think of something else; like getting another person to join the super awesome secret club in the library. One problem.

He doesn't really have anyone that's in the same grade as him.

Fang is a grade below him and Daun is WAY above him, and no one wants to talk to the silent kid who "can't talk". Which ouch. He never asked to be born this way, but once again he reminds himself that he had long accepted it. Plus the people he actually cares about loves and respects him so he doesn't really mind.

Keeps him focus on something more important; like studying.

Even if it does get lonely some days... maybe he got too used to having Fang's presenc- nope nope. Ignore that thought, close it. Nope.

Just... focus on reading this chapter, he only has 7 more minutes if his watch was any indication. What was this even about? The fascinating variety of colors in the sk-

All the hair in his arms stood straight as a shiver goes through his whole body. He knows the feeling all too well.

'Someone's staring at me.' He looks around to confirm his hypothesis and true to his assumption, he found himself to be right at the sight of a gray and light blue... soft sky blue?—whatever color in the pastel blue spectrum— hijabi girl.

'Ah Maya' his mind helpfully remind him. Going through his catalog of classmates in quick sessions without hopefully looking suspicious

Maya was one of the more... eh ok classmate, simply because she doesn't really bother him, actually... except for that one time.

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

"Aww you're so small! it must be so cool being a 3rd grader despite being only 7 years old," 'no it isn't' "You're like our little brother in a way," she cheerfully added, "when's your birthday anyway?"

'None of your business?' "Aww c'mon don't act that way." she pouts, it quickly turns to a bunch of giggles.

"I'm Maya" 'I know'... "and you are?" 'You already know.'

"I'm making small talk over here give me a break," she chuckled. He sighed and quickly wrote 'Apologies if I seem rude, I thought yo-' he didn't even get to finish his writing

"Why are you writing anyway? Isn't tiring? Do you just carry that board wherever you go?" ah. Here we go-

"Why don't you just speak?" she went to touch him, "do you have a hearing prob-"

*SLAP*

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A pencil could be heard as everyone stares at them, at HIM. his wide-eyed stare locked into the hand that he slapped away mere inches from his face. The owner of the hand looks like a fish out of water, staring at him in disbelief. The sound of footsteps made the two newly 3rd graders turn

    The teacher was coming. And he looked displeased.

    'I've never upsetted a teacher before' his hand shake as he tries to comprehend the words that are flying a mile a minute through his head, he couldn't even bring himself to write an explanation, the words aren't forming for him.

    The blank board mocks him.

    "What is the meaning of this, you can't-" he saw in the corner of his peripheral view as Maya sporadically shake her hands in front of the teacher, "NO, nono it was a mist—" the words all blur together for him. His surroundings turning hazy. Everything is a jumbled up mess. The stares. The words. The shouts. It's too much

    IT'S TOO MUCH

    *THUNK*

    He slaps his board with the words "LEAVE ME ALONE" messily written on it and...

-ˋˏ ༻✿༺ ˎˊ-

He couldn't really remember what happens next. After that disastrous first meeting, she has elected to avoid him

Even so, he frequently finds her gaze on him and often times it freaks him out; he starts shuffling his hands or drumming his fingers for example. But, it's been weeks and she hasn't done anything so he'll give her a pass

She seemed like the observent type anyway.

*KRINGGGG~*

His whole body jolted at the ringing, fully jumped out of his chair from the jumpscare. Quickly scrambling to collect his books and order them back again, noting that Maya already left when he was busy reminiscing.

He dashes out of the library to go to his classes. Theres still a few more hours before school ends.

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Walking through the hallway of the school, he kicks at anything that so happened to cross his path; pencils, erasers, a few cute pen lids, that wrapper, and rumpled paper.

Actually the last 2 he puts in the trash

Most of the 1st-3rd graders have already gone home after doing this noon's prayer, theres probably still some in the cafeteria.. maybe outside too.

The only reason he isn't chilling in the sofa cuddling with Ocho is because he has to wait for Daun's class to be over, first to save gas and time, the second is because he isn't allowed to go home on his own, which is fairly insulting

He knows his way back thank you very much.

Stealing a glance at the clock he just walks past. 12.30, Daun's class ends in 1 more hour. How does Cahaya past the time?

Obviously by going to the school's library, what else?

Though it seems today is not his lucky day..

He stops in his tracks, straining his ears to focus on the faintest of laughters (plural!) that could be heard in the turning corridor. slowly increasing in volume. steadly getting closer.

It was either 2 things:

They're a bunch of troublemakers who are WAY too big for him to handle and his only saving grace is to pray they aren't bullies.

Or.. they are a couple of 1st-3rd graders who hadn't gone home yet, he can only hope they'd ignore him

Terrible scenarios, both of them.

as he is quickly mapping out the school in his head to book it out of there but still be able to make it to the library the fastest, beads of sweat flows down the side of his face to his chubby cheeks as he tries to concentrate with the ever daunting sound of children approuching.

He would need to run to the otherside of the school, through the second exit, past a fence or circle through the outer building to go through the front gate; but that in itself could take a hand full of minutes and THIS is a shortcut a.k.a the fastest route to the library

Maybe he could break a window and go through the school's yard?

But that would still take time AND strength to boot, not even counting the property damage, oh maybe he-

*GASP*

His whole body went rigged and incredbily cold when he heard that.. its like how Api dunked him in a freezing pool that one time

Quickly schooling his face to show the best poker face he could muster, he turns... oh dear Lord who has forsaken him today...

'Its the SugarSkies squad'

Who are they? Well imagine a pack of bullies, now take that and turn it 180⁰. Just the complete opposite but equally annoying and dial it up to 200% in terms of overbaring. The sweetest group of kids to the point even upperclassmen are fond and adore them, hench the name

I mean who wouldn't? They're kind to everyone, tries to help the best they can, respect the elders, and try to include everyone! (which unfortunately counts him...)

"Hey, isn't that Cahaya?" the unofficial leader of the group smiled at him, Ahmad. Warm brown eyes locked unto him, the black haired boy seems to be delighted to see him.

Oh boy...

"It is! Little guy hey!" "Hey little guy!" the twins shouted in unison

Utsman and (Fa)tima respectfully, the duo arabic freckled twins are known for their wild energy; Utsman's fluffy hair even seemed messier than usual

"Why are you just standing there? Why is he just standing there?" The last voice belongs to the fourth and final member, Auliya. Shes more known as Liya with short frizzy incredibly dark brown hair and actually kinda looks like a boy at first glance... if you ignored the skirt that is.

Cahaya couldn't really see it. He will admit that hes a bit jealous of her heterochromia eyes, look at those pretty orbs, reminds him of a lake in a forest

"Is this kid broken?" a hand waved right in front of his face scared him half to death, recoiling back from the hand his face reddens when laughter filled his ears.

Being startled is not funny.

"Utsman don't scare people, you know that's mean.." the yellow hijabi scolded, "I didn't even mean to scare him! Plus i saw you laugh Tima don't even!" "Did not! "Did too!" "Did no-"

"Why are you even still here?" Ahmad cuts the twin's bickering, "most kids usually wait at the front gate to be picked up.. are you lost?"

Scoffing at the insult, he gives the blue themed boy a note he prepared just in case any teacher or adult would ask. 'I go home with my brother so I'm waiting for him.'

"Oh right, your brother's the same class as your sister's Ahmad, Daun right?" He nods at the singaporean girl.

Just like their namesake suggests, the "Sugarskies" are a bunch of international students. Ahmad being malay-indo, the twins are arabic if he remembers correctly, and Auliya is singaporean

Another reason for their popularity is due to this, which he honestly doesn't know what are the chances of it actually happening (his working theory is that they all gravitated to one another because of this shared similarity)

"-names can be weird you know"

"yea but who names their kids based on objects or elements? Its like having a sister named Table or something"

"True.. usually you name pets those"

"Pretty sure its like how theres people who're named Ruby or Star or Wednesday," Ahmad pointed out

"Oh, like June!"

Cahaya is already too exhausted by their conversation and had already started to tune them out while looking for a way to escape. 'Honestly the window is still an option, the strength i would need to break one-'

"-beside the point Liya! oh hey, since you brother's class ends with my sister's." Ahmad scratches his chin thoughtfully, "you still have a few hours right?"

"Cahaya?"

Shaking his head and focusing on them again, a red shade dusted his cheeks, he nods slowly

Matching grins slowly form on their faces. Terifiyying.

'they look like sharks...'

"Great! then you can play with us while you wait." Pure horror adorned Cahaya's face, he rushed to explain that hes going to the library on his board

He could never write fast enough.

"I'm just gonna assume you're writing an agreement, its decided!" "yay!" "fun."

He shook his head frantically and wrote a bunch of nos instead

"Ahmad he looks like he wants to show us something.."

Utsman pops right next to him out of nowhere, startling Cahaya into quickly showing his board

'I DON'T WANNA PLAY!!! NONononono! NO!'

"I don't know what you're trying to show cause I can't read, but these look like funny squibbles." The only reason they look like squibbles is because hes frantically writi-

'HE CAN'T READ!?!'

Utsman grabbed his board amist Cahaya's bewilderment and showed the others. Cahaya deflated when he noticed the way Utsman is holding the board covers the "I don't wanna play" and only showing the nos...

"1.. 2.. 3... 4..- theres 8 nos which makes it a positive, its a yes!"

He snatchs the board from Utsman, frustration building, "hey- rude..." Utsman protested but admittedly lets it go.

He sees Fatima staring at his board in the corner of his eyes

"How are we supposed to play if Haya doesn't speak?"

"we'll just play a silent game, like hide and seek!"

"I thought the school banned that game?"

"oh yea.. what was it again?" "some kids were caught hiding in closets i think"

"I heard it was because a kid was never found" "Pretty sure thats just a-"

Sighing, Cahaya attempts to once again communicate the fact that he does not want to play

"You know writing is just taking too much time right? Why are you even writing?"

"He can't speak Utsman.."

"Why can't he speak? Its just making noise with your mouth"

"I don't know hes just WEIRD like that"

"Liya that was mean..."

"What other word would you say Tima?" "Uhhh... unique?"

"Oh I know!" Ahmad exclaims suddenly, even Cahaya's attention turns to him

"Clearly Cahaya isn't talking because he could just write on his board, it's like my sister with her book or phone."

A horrible feeling grew in Cahaya's stomach

"And theres only one way my parents could get her to interact with us," Ahmad smiles as hes explaining to them. The pit grew.

"All we have to do is take his board!"

Cahaya felt a sharp pain in his liver as his blood turns freezing cold. Ahmad's words dawning on him

Utsman ever happy to learn something new and listen to his best friend, beamed. "OOHHHHH, that makes sense! Cahaya just stop writing," he smiles at him

"Yeah put the board in your bag or something and you'll burst into song like Tima over here"

"Hey! my singing is a good thing Liya!"

thump thump bump ba dump, his heart feels like its trying to escape his ribcage, his hand is tired from how fast hes writing

'nononono-' His frantic writing was abruptly stopped by Ahmad ripping the board out of his hands

His heart stops.

"There, you're free now little guy!" Ahmad's voice mocks him. Free. Free. Freefree. This isn't freedom. He clutches at air

"Ahmad hes still not talking..." don't cry. don't. don't.

4 breaths in.. 8 out.. 4 in... 8 out

stabilizing himself, he notices the group are huddled in like a bunch of bugs. He doesn't miss the way Fatima is staring at his board, whispering hushed tones. The way she abruptly straighten, eyes wide, made him worry

The way Ahmad and Utsman syncronize stare and grin at him does NOT make him feel any better. They look like predators

Auliya on the otherhand looks quite doubtful

"How would tickling make him speak?" What.

"You know how in those movies the main characters overcame their issues by going over their limits and facing their fears?" Ahmad cheerfully explains

"If we tickle him, his voice will for sure come out!"

"In the form of laughter and then speech!" Utsman continued, "huh." hand on her chin as Liya considered that info, "that might actually work."

NononoNONONO!!

doesn't HE get a say in this???

"wait.. guys i don't think-"

"GET HIM!!"

The ground shrieks from how sharp he turns on his shoes, ready to run for his life. Screw going to the library

But there was no way he'd be able to outrun them. Not even his fear could protect him

A soundless scream erupts inside his chest as he felt phantom fingers reaching him. There was no hope to escape from the start, he never even stood a chance.

He felt his body burning as they crash to the floor, only his bag protecting his fall

*THUD*

The sensation. The forced feeling. The constant BURN. Their joy as hes withering. He couldn't even tuck his body into a ball.

arms. legs. shoulders. Does nothing but make him struggle. Their laughter ringing as a cruel tone in the silent halls. His body spasm with each touch, especially when he sees Ahmad going for his chest to get a reaction.

Does his pained laughter mean nothing?

He lets his instincts take the wheel. Didn't even process what he did next as fear clouded his judgement.

He's watched animals do anything to survive

*CRUNCH*

"AHHH!!"

The taste of tangy salt is disgusting. But the freedom is pure bliss.

He took time to process again "-hmad you okay?" "oh my God!" everything is dizzy and loud

bump bump Ba dump

His mind clears enough to see Utsman fretting over Ahmad... who has a bloody arm, Tima's shock expression and..

He blinked when Auliya got in front of his face.. her face looks like one of Petir's shirts..

"-WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

what is wrong with him?

Everything is so focused but blurred together.

He can hear Ahmad's sobs and pant, his heartbeat, but he can't even make out what Auliya is saying in front of him.

He can feel the vibrations of distant footsteps, but he cam't feel his body.

Everything feels overwhelming and nothing at all.

'My board'

his board... all he needs is his board. He turns away from Auliya, no point if he can't even understand her. Tima's distress face meant absolutely nothing to him as she reaches to take hold of his board. No. Not again.

There was a split second of clarity as he sees the fear in Tima's eyes. His fist change direction.

'just take your board and get out of here' echos in his head. over, and over, and over again.

He didn't feel his hands push Tima to snatch his board back, he does feel the punch that connects with his face.

"DON'T HURT MY SISTER-"

He does feel the rough floor. The freezing cold locker thats burning through his shirt, his own blood mixing with Ahmad's. The board thats crushing his chest

He was fully concious when he hit Utsman back. He was fully concious when Auliya was in front of him again. This time, this time some of the words connect

"What are you, some kind of animal!?" He feels like a cornered one

"What kind of weirdo FREAK bites someone?!" freak freak freak

Her eyes might be brown and green but right now? right now it was glinting with murderous red.

She drew near and the cold locker behind him can do nothing but BURN

"SAY SOMETHING!!"

his head is screaming in the waves of silence. Loud. Loud. LOUD

His last sight was a hand ready to strike. Closing his eyes tight, only one thought crosses his mind; Let darkness be kinder than the blinding light

...

ba dump

ba dump

ba dump...

...

He felt... nothing.

With uneven breaths and a drumming heart, he opens his eyes.

A shadow looms over him, casting him in soft darkness.

mind reeling from all that happened, he didn't even register when the figure hugged him. Covering his face from the world. His shoulder tenses.. and yet. Although fear struck him again, this time, this time there was no burning. He knew immediately who this is.

"...daun" and when the hug tighten at his soft words ("you're ok Sunflower"), he knew he was safe. He knew when he peaked and saw Maya with a teacher, that he can escape

For the world was too dizzy for his mind to comprehend, everything blurred together in a harmonical voice and colors

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Abang is here. "Daun"

Ok damn, ngl i want to know what happened to those kids afterwards, like i wonder what happened once they understood and stuff like i also want to know bout more of the comfort between daun and cahaya

Pretty panicky yet nice and sweet fic from how cahaya says daun's name

Buncha meltdowns huh

Those kids dont understand and mean well, in their eyes, haya is the violent bully or smth but its not especially from his perspective and im glad Daun was there for him to stop this from escalating further

[ferretpup]

part 2 of bloodspur

warning for mention and death and potentially triggering content revolving around depression and other possible disorders

He further investigates the text, squinting to adjust his vision to the small text. “Paranormal and occult extermination services. Questions or desire to join? Dial 1800-WICCA to speak to a representative." That's stupid, he thought. The paranormal aren't real. He opened the door to the apartment and was immediately wrapped in a tight embrace from his mother as she cried out "My baby!", her muffled sobs entering Angel’s ears along with the smell of pork chops and the sizzling of the meat in the pan. “I’m fine, mama, I promise.” She pulls away from him, wiping her eyes of the tears that still formed. ”You scared me half to death, Circe! For God's sake, you'll give your poor mother a heart attack!” She stated, placing a hand to her chest in attempt to calm her racing heartbeat. He felt bad, the amount of times he's left with no hope or desire of returning, he's put his mom through so much. She walked over to the stove and began plating his meal. “Come, eat! You haven't eaten anything since yesterday morning, you're all skin and bones!" He sat down in his seat, and began eyeing the poster. “What's this, Angel?” His mom asked, peaking curiously over his shoulder. "Oh, just some weird ass ad for a job in the middle of nowhere." He tries to point at the spot on the paper where it details the location—a desolate rural spot in Tennessee—when his mom harshly slaps him on the shoulder. “Language!" She condemns. She places the food in front of him, and laughs pleasantly at his eagerness to eat it. He'd completely forgot about the takeout he got, which he barely had the intention to actually eat. After he'd finished, his mom stopped him from retreating to his room. “Could you go say goodnight to your sister? She was really scared when she couldn't find you tonight.” Oh, now he really felt bad. He warily opened his sister’s room out of fear that she might've fallen asleep. But there she was, curled up with a stuffed animal, not crying but looking like she was about to. “Hey, Cora...” He started awkwardly, but she didn't seem to care as she jolted up and hugged him. There was that feeling again. Guilt? Sadness? He didn't know but he really wished it was gone. She guided him back to her bed, pulling the covers over herself and turning to talk to him. “Angel?" She said. “Yeah?" She put on a somber look as if she could see the sins he'd committed, every thought that ran through his head. “Are you going to die?" At that moment, it felt like the world stopped. It shocked him because you never expect that question to come up, especially not from your younger sibling. “What? No! Did mom tell you that?" He questioned. She shifted her head on her pillow to look away from him. “She said that she knows what you do when she isn't watching and that you don't want to be here anymore. She didn't say it to me, but to someone on the phone." Circe was livid. “I’m not going to die and I certainly want to be here." He was partially lying, but be wouldn't tell her that. She once again turned to face him. “Will you promise that you won't die, that you'll live forever?" Now there was something he couldn't promise, but he would try to conform to the first bit. “I promise." She smiled. Before he could leave, she spoke again. "Will you sing me a song before you go?“ She asked. "Sure. Which one?" She sat up and excitedly clapped her hands. “The one you wrote while we were on vacation that one time! Uhm... Heartbeat or something!" She exclaimed. He chuckled and corrected her, “It's Skip A Beat, silly." She seemed to grow more excited as he crouched beside her bed, resting on one of her doll tea party chairs. Once she was snuggled back under the sheets, he began to sing.

“It might seem superstitious to grow such thorns, and it feels like you feel my intentions in the sound of my voice but i promise my words are true and my thoughts pure, if you care for me like i care for you, you'll give me this one choice, when my heart skips a beat, guaranteed it's for you, and when i sing this next verse, for sure it's my point of view, i may not have long to sing this serenade but without each word it feels so dismayed each night i lay and ponder if we share this aching pain, but each time i'm reminded that we both have things to gain, when my heart skips a beat, guaranteed it's for you but i can't bear to say it aloud oh if you only knew.”

She had fallen asleep before she could hear the crack in her brother’s voice on the last verse. Why couldn't he keep it together? What compelled him to cry? He opted to ignore the swirl of questions and instead sneak out of the room and retreat to his own. He once again eyed the poster. It wouldn't hurt to at least check it. He'd been needing a job, and if it's bogus he'll at least have something to keep him out of his mind. What's the harm? He slowly dialed the number and held the phone to his ear. A representative greeted him from the phone and he took a deep breath. “Hi, yes. Is this B.O.O.O?"

[2aceofspades]

Hehehe I'm gonna follow up now so you *have* to spill about your Sona (if you want to, of course😊). General questions that are easy:

Personality? Friends? Hobbies? What do they do if a fight breaks out during the resistance? Little quirks that you haven't spilled about them yet? 😊 I'm so invested in them lol

Oh! Hehe, okay! 🙌✨

So, their personality is much more reserved than mine (or at least, my online personality). They're mute, so they don't speak or really open up to a lot of people. They do have two friends, Raven (she/her) and Wren (he/him), who they've been friends with since a few years before the apocalypse.

They also have a weapon that I never draw, cuz I never need to, really. They carry around a baseball bat with nails and barbed wire on the end, and they use that to defend themselves. They aren't the best at fighting cuz they're not trained, but they are surprisingly stealthy, sneaky, and fast. Wren is the tank of the group and Raven is a mutant with mystic-like powers, so they all work together to keep themselves safe.

Their hobbies include um...spying? They collect certain intel from certain areas of the resistance base. So, they listen in to tactical plans from Leo and Raph, they sometimes sneak into Donnie's lab to get an idea of what he's working on, they occasionally 'train' around the turtle bros and Casey. Basically, they're very curious about the leaders and 'big guys' of the resistance, and they've found ways to 'spy' on them. When they're not spying, they often do menial tasks such as cooking, serving food, and cleaning to help out the resistance any way they can. This also provides them with 'intel' from other resistance members. So, they're a bit of a questionable character, but they have their reasons. Besides, they keep to themselves quite a lot, so...yeah.

Mm...quirks..um...they fidget with their hoodie strings a lot, which I actually draw them doing like...all the time. They also have two of my real life scars on my forehead on theirs (but you can never see them cuz I draw so small lol). They personally customized their outfit, so all the spades were painted or patched on. Also, the little spade charm hanging off their backpack can glow...but I haven't thought of a reason why exactly heh..

They don't have very personal connections with any of the turtle members of the resistance, mostly because they don't want to get too 'close' to anyone. They were, however, very very devastated with what happens to Raph in the timeline. Raph is such an important and outspoken figure in the wrong fabricated time branch that what happened to him hurt immensely for them as well as the rest of the resistance.

They're also kinda awkward and silly around people they feel comfortable with. Oh! And their friends are used to using 'yes' and 'no' questions more frequently around them to better communicate with them so they can shake or nod their head to answer. Even their friends have never heard their voice but! They can make sounds such as tiny exclamations and groans and little sounds like that. They can also laugh very openly with pretty much everyone.

They rely on being more expressive with their facial expressions and body language since they don't speak, but they also carry around a note pad and a pencil and pen in their backpack to relay messages.

I dunno...I kinda just slapped my own personality onto them and just...took away their ability to speak...?(yikes..oops) Overall, they're quiet, curious, goofy, and pretty easygoing...kinda like my inner child of sorts, I guess hehe 😅 I often find it's almost...therapeutic to draw them nowadays, and I'm very grateful for that.

[chitin-armor]

The Call of the Wild

An ex-Gym trainer, her Tyranitar, and two months in the wild, alone. Sometimes, you need to run away to find what you were really looking for.

A gift for @tyranitarkisser.

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Sometimes people needed to run away. Some people did it for spiritual reasons, others to escape the law or a bad family. Some of them did it because there was a call inside of them that insisted they go anywhere but the place they were in search of something else.

She'd run away because for months, that call had built inside of her like a pot about to boil over. One spring day, she takes all her vacation time at once, checks her team into the closest Center, tells her friends and family she would be back later, and just starts walking. Maybe it's a silly passing fascination that she'll regret once she's out in the wilderness. Maybe it's because she's never taken a trip to somewhere far off and tropical like Alola before throwing herself into the gym circuit, and now all that wanderlust is bursting out all at once in a springtime fervor.

Either way, she hears the hunger inside her and obeys the call. She's gone and she's free, with the wilderness stretching out in front of her. Free, the way she's never been while grinding the gyms or after she'd failed the League and settled back in to train the newbies. Her job as a Gym trainer is satisfying. It's fulfilling. This far along the circuit, she gets the good trainers, the ones who really meant it. But it's not free, and part of her still calls for the wild the way it calls for her.

Well, she's checked almost all of her team into the Center. She rubs her thumb over the surface of the last ball on her hip as the cab rumbles beneath her, its painted surface long since worn silver from top to bottom. Not him, of course. Never him. Leaving him behind would be like casually leaving a few of her senses at home and wandering away blind and deaf. Besides, there's no better way to walk into the wild than with the king of the mountains by your side.

The taxi drops her off at the side of the road. It was already getting dark.

"You sure? This is as far as we go." The cabbie grimaces at her. "Not a lot of ways back home."

"I've got a friend," she assures him. When his headlights were nothing but a yellow pinprick in the distance and the whine of the Volbeat started up again, she presses the button on the ball. Her thumb slips easily into the groove she's worn into it, and her best friend glows to life, shaking his magnificent armor with a rattle. When he sees that they aren't at the Gym and that it was nearly nine at night, he swings his head towards hers and rumbles a question.

"We're running away," she proclaims, but even as she says it, the words suddenly seem a little silly. His grayish-green eyes, like river stones, search hers, waiting for an explanation. "I just- I needed to get away. I need something else, even if I don't know what it is yet. And I didn't want to be alone."

His rumble drops to a low, worried croon. She's known him all her life, grew up alongside him, so she can practically hear the words. Just because he doesn't speak like she did didn't mean they hadn't formed their own language out of touch and sound and knowledge.

"Nothing happened, bud. It's just. I don't know. I- I don't know."

She's miles away from home, on the side of a road in early spring with only her leather jacket, and it was getting dark. She's booked two months off work and now all she had was a backpack full of supplies. What was she doing? Had she caught some sort of spring fever that drove her to madness?

Tyranitar huffs and leans down, pushing his heavy head against her shoulder. His eyes are soft. She wraps her arms around his broad neck and holds on tight, only noticing now that she's shaking. From cold or fear, she's not sure anymore. Her words come out as hiccups. His skin is warm, and the blue of his belly nearly hot. That was where his armor was thinnest. If she poked him there, he laughed like tumbled gemstones clinking against each other. 

"I don't know anymore," she gasps. "What am I doing? I have a good job. I was doing fine. Nothing happened. Why did I run away?"

Tyranitar's claws gently scratch at her back, careful to slip under her jacket so he wouldn't mar the leather. The thoughtfulness of the gesture pulls her out of her spiral, and she rests her head against his shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. Earthy and stony and warm, like a smoldering fire in a deep cave.

Not many people knew that Tyranitar ran warm. Hot, even. Stone, soil, and the secret ingredient, high-quality coal, all melted down in the great engine of their hearts to create more than enough heat to warm her on this early spring night.

She relaxes into his embrace and rests her cheek against his shoulder. She'd made her decision, and good or bad, she'd stick by it. You didn't raise a Tyranitar by backing out as soon as it got rocky.

"I may have gone insane," she confesses. "But I booked two months of vacation, and I fully intend to use them. So, big boy, what do you say? Do we want to run away together and look for whatever made me go crazy?"

His eyes glitter in the dark and he throws back his great head, roaring at the dusky sky. The triumphant sound startles the passing Starly out of formation and knocks all the worries right out of her, and she joins his roar with a laugh of her own as the birds swirled back into their vee, chirping their indignation. 

"Then we're free, sweetheart! Free for two whole months! Free to do whatever we want!"

And they begin to walk, hand in armored claw, as the mountains rise majestically in front of them.

~~~

Freedom, it turned out, included a lot of hiking in the dark. It also included carrying a fifty-pound backpack full of rations and supplies which did not, as a rule, make her feel very free.

Tyranitar, ever attentive, had cajoled the backpack off her and lifted it so easily that it looked effortless. She'd made some weak protests, not wanting him to shoulder the burden, to which she was hoisted under his arm and carried as well. 

"You better put me down!" she threatens, laughing all the while. "Or I'll make you carry me everywhere! I will!"

He tilts his head down at her and deliberately huffs to make her hair fluff out of its tie and fall in a vibrant red mess around her shoulders. 

"Oh, you're in for it now." She playfully kicks him in the back, to which she receives a lick that messes her hair up even more. "Tyranitar! You're terrible!"

He laughs his wonderful laugh, all crystal and stone, and licks her again. His tongue is warm and smooth like riverbed rocks, and approximately as wet. Her hair is a mess. The Volbeat sing all around them and her heart was full to bursting. Even though it's dark, she can see the shine in the back of Tyranitar's eyes where they reflect the night back at her. More than that, she's messy and hot and laughing, and she's absolutely free.

"Put me down," she insists breathlessly, and this time he does. She throws her arms around him and holds on tight. The blue scales of his belly are smooth and supple like rich leather, and warm her entire body even through her clothing. She can feel him breathing and hear the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart, as familiar as her own. 

"I love you," she says to her best friend. He tucks his head into her shoulder and makes a low, thrumming hurr that vibrates pleasantly through her chest, saying in their own way: I love you too.

They hold each other for a few long, tender moments, before she pulls away and playfully drops a kiss on his nose, making his eyes crinkle happily.

"I meant it, you know. You still have to carry me."

He hoists her up and she laughs in delight and surprise as he drops her on his shoulders, legs around his broad neck, propped on top of his spikes. She points onwards, bold and brave, and he roars and plunges forth.

Having a Tyranitar as your best friend was strange only to people who hadn't grown up beside one, who hadn't spent their childhood cuddled up against the warm, weighty form of a Larvitar and made weekend trips to let him feed on soil, who hadn't carried around a Pupitar through their college years, patiently waiting for their friend to crack the shell. She'd waited for him, and he returned the favor tenfold. He faithfully walked with her to their gym every day, and sometimes she'd ride back home on his broad shoulders if she was too tired. It made her feel a little bit like a conquering queen of the world, riding on her magnificent partner. He kept vigil at her side every night, the heat of his body a natural furnace. In winter, she hardly needed to heat her apartment because he exhaled warmth like a miniature sun.

As she rides atop his shoulders now, safe from the brambles, it feels like they're the rulers of the world. She trusted him to lead the way, and he guided her through the dark to a deep, cozy cave. Twelve hours ago she would have preferred a lean-to under the pine trees or beside a nice campfire, but right now, nothing sounds better than unfolding her sleeping bag, slipping into soft clothes, and curling up beside her best friend, warm and safe and free, asleep before her head hits the pillow.

~~~

In the morning, she's woken by a snoring snout against her face. Her sleeping bag and Tyranitar's scales are nothing like her mattress at home. They're ten times better. She's never slept half that well before. With a yawn, she throws her arm around him and drifts for a while in the happy, unconcerned freedom of the wild. The Starly chatter outside the mouth of the cave, their bright, cheery songs a balm to her soul.

Tyranitar sleeps in his own nest next to hers at home, since he's too heavy for her bed frame, and once they're back home she'll need to rectify that immediately. But for now, the sunlight slants in through the mouth of the cave and Tyranitar snores like a polite rockslide next to her. Despite the sound and the hard floor, she feels utterly peaceful, and loses herself in gazing at the familiar, solid lines of his face.

"You awake yet?" she mumbles. Almost every part of Tyranitar's body is as well-armored as a mountain, but she knows a few spots where his shell thins. Under his chin, he can feel it if she tickles him, and if that doesn't work, his belly is always sensitive.

He wakes with a roaring laugh, tail swiping across the cave floor, and pulls her closer to tickle her back with a nuzzle into her neck, eyes fond and gentle.

"There we go." She lets him lift her up. "I think we forgot to eat last night. Hand me the jerky, would you? We'll share."

He suddenly looks embarrassed, but obligingly tips her pack over. She looks inside to see several empty packs of jerky. Now that she thinks of it, his breath does smell like teriyaki.

"You ate most of it!" she exclaims. His thorns flatten and he makes a chirp of apology, and she sighs and kisses his nose, rubbing him behind the spines. "Hey, I'm sorry. That's on me for forgetting what an appetite you've got. We can forage later today."

He still snorts and chuffs and frowns. She can see the determination in his eyes, and there's no stopping Tyranitar when he gets an idea in his head.

"What, you're going to go get me food? Bud, you don't have to. What's mine is yours too."

He somehow wiggles out of her grasp despite being the size of a small mountain and paces out the mouth of the cave. 

Her best friend has always been stubborn and proud. It's one of the things she loves most about him. Watching his green shape disappear into the sunlight, she sighs and fishes out the last pieces of jerky from the bag.

While he's gone, she spreads her things out in the cave and stands up to do her morning stretches. The relaxation of the night and the heat has done great things for her flexibility, and she's halfway through seeing if she can do the splits when he comes back. 

She only notices because he makes a surprised little roar and drops a clawful of berries. She tilts her head back and grins up at him. 

"Did you bring me my food, big boy?" 

He makes a rumbling croak and carefully lays down armfuls of berries. All perfectly ripe, carefully picked to avoid clawmarks, the most beautiful fruits she's ever seen. Her mouth falls open. Tyranitar looks almost bashfully expectant.

"Tyranitar, sweetheart, you didn't need to-" She's stammering as she gets up, and after struggling to find the right words, she gives up and hugs him as tightly as she can. "Thank you."

She offers him some, but he must have eaten already because he settles down beside her and watches with soft eyes as she eats everything. When she's done, he tips his head back and purrs so loudly that she feels it down in the marrow of her bones.

"You'd almost think you like feeding me," she teases, grabbing his snout in her hands. He gently grabs her hand in his teeth, tickling her fingers with his tongue before the furnace-like heat of his breath makes them both let go. He sits back and chuffs his agreement.

She flops back down on the ground, toying with a stray Oran berry, which she feeds to him. He's almost delicate in the way he takes it from her hand.

"Well, if you like grocery shopping so much, I'll leave that to you," she laughs. "We'll consider it repayment for all those years I ran out to the Pokemart at two in the morning for your treats."

She was joking, but the next morning when she wakes up, he's waiting for her with another armful of ripe fruit, and he looks so happy to see her eating it that she simply allows it to happen, and makes it up to him with cuddles. 

[van-skmugen]

On Ainosuke's birthday last year, bones released an illustration featuring him as ADAM with Reki and Langa that you can see here on Twitter. What I write below is what I thought when I see illustration and I wrote on my twitter but with more text because here I'm allowed. Feel free to read and add your own thoughts. I would love to know more points of view.

Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so if something sounds rouge that's why, I'm still learning to improve it.

It's interesting how Adam show such a carefree attitude leaving his right side "unprotected" towards Reki with his arm raised, while with Langa his body attitude is more of self-protection, if that's the right way to put it?

I mean, he has his arm clutching his heart and the spike of his shoulder protector and arm protector directed towards Langa. Could it be because he doesn't find Reki as a threat? I don't know, it's something that caught my attention as soon as I saw the illustration. I also find it interesting how on top of the shoulder protector is a heart, seeming an allegory to her aunts' teaching about how love is shown "hidden" through violence. (In other words, the protectors end in horns and are shown sharpened according to how they can do damage.)

Besides I find it curious that while Langa shows a calm attitude (asleep) when he has a "spike" directed at him, Reki shows an uneasy attitude when Adam literally has his arm raised, leaving his side unprotected. But it's also interesting how Langa is asleep hugging a heart (love) and ADAM in Japanese is 愛抱夢 (愛=love 抱=to hold in one's arms and 夢=dream) which could be interpreted (or personally I interpret it) in one hand as Langa being in one way or another the personification of ADAM, or as Kojiro once said, Langa could be like ADAM or even worse if he didn't have the support he currently has. Or on the other hand it can also be interpreted as what happened in episode 12, Langa was the one who showed him again how much fun it's to skateboard with his friends, making his heart again open by seeing things from another perspective (regardless of all the healing work he should do for himself to feel loved again by those around him).

I may be overlooking, but I always find it curious how they show body language.

It's something I found curious, apart from always being with people who aren't Tadashi like ADAM and not like Ainosuke (Excluding DK ADAM with Cherry and Joe as we can see when he go to United States, that they should get to know him more deeply during that time (I mean time before when he show his face and said them: お前らは特別だからな [Because you guys... are special.]). In episode 12 Ainosuke is very closed in himself because of everything that happened to him from the past to the present with Tadashi, so it took Langa much more to make him "open his shell" and show his true face during the end of the beef against him, that his a silly boy and skateboard lover who has fun skateboarding with friends, but who refused to do it again because of Tadashi's betrayal. And anyway later during the party for Langa, is shown again as ADAM and not as Ainosuke, so for the moment he has only been shown in front of all the official material as Ainosuke, with Tadashi and in the past with Kaoru and Kojiro (not counting the poster in which Kaoru, Kojiro, Ainosuke and Tadashi meet but in which they don't interact with each other and with Miya, who doesn't interact directly either, but through a written message so it isn't certain that he sent it as Ainosuke but as ADAM, or at least as it has been officially shown.).

I love to do this kind of things, so if you're interested don't hesitate to follow me we can be mutuals, I talk a lot about SK8 and sometimes I upload drawings of them.

[novelmonger]

Moments That Bring Me Joy: Star Wars Episode II - Attack of the Clones

I'm going through some of my favorite childhood movies and listing all the moments in them that bring me joy. I'm fully aware that many of the stories I loved as a kid are deeply flawed, but I just want to take some time to appreciate what they did well. Just because I'm focusing on the positive doesn't mean I'm unaware of the negative.

Note: I chose the word "joy" deliberately. Not all of the moments that bring me joy bring me (or the characters) happiness. Scenes involving death or pain might not be very fun or cheerful, but I find joy in a good story well told.

I expect that this will be the shortest of the Star Wars ones, because it's my least-favorite movie of the main six. We'll see. I'm making a point to refrain from griping about why this is my least-favorite. The point of this exercise is to point out all the positives - and there really are some good things in this one too!

Because I need to say it sometime, I might as well say it here: The sound of the 20th Century Fox logo will always make me expect the Star Wars theme to follow. That is the sound of pure nostalgia to me <3

The warm regard between Obi-Wan and Anakin is just...well...heart-warming! ^_^

"Besides, your senses aren't that attuned, my young apprentice." "And yours are?" "Possibly."

All of the banter when they're chasing the bounty hunter is top-notch.

Obi-Wan catching Anakin's lightsaber like he's done it a dozen times before.

"Why do I get the feeling you're going to be the death of me?" - a;lkdjgf;sdlfj;sdlfkjdslfkj

"Where are you going, Master?" "For a drink."

"You wanna buy some death sticks?" "You don't want to sell me death sticks." "I don't wanna sell you death sticks." "You want to go home and rethink your life." "I wanna go home and rethink my life."

"I would think that you Jedi would have more respect for the difference between knowledge and...wisdom." - I really enjoy Obi-Wan and Dex's friendship. Kinda wish we got to see more of it!

The Kaminoans have got to be one of my favorite Star Wars alien species. They look so cool, and I love the smooth, sleek aesthetic of their technology.

"That's...why I'm here." - Endlessly quotable line.

Padme's dress when they first get to the lake house is utterly gorgeous.

Padme manages to have gorgeous hair even right after waking up. (Also, I've always been impressed by how Natalie Portman really acts like someone who's just woken up. Kind of rare to see, even from excellent actors.)

I think my favorite one of Padme's outfits is the blue one she wears on Tatooine. It kind of reminds me of Jasmine from Aladdin.

Seismic charges have the best explosion sound effects! 8D

All of Dooku and Obi-Wan's conversation is great, but especially the moment where Dooku says almost the exact same line as Saruman: "We must join with him." / "You must join me." Did they do that on purpose? XD

The sequence on the conveyor belts is fun. Feels like a video game!

"Then we decided to come and rescue you." "Good job."

The Geonosian language is really fun to listen to.

Mace Windu's awesome entrance, igniting his lightsaber right under Jango Fett's nose. And then all the other Jedi show up too!

The ongoing joke of Threepio being mixed up with a battle droid is comedy gold ^_^

Anakin fighting Count Dooku with two lightsabers (however briefly) is super cool.

Yoda flipping and hopping around while fighting is a bit silly-looking, maybe, but I think it's also pretty cool.

Another beautiful sunset on Coruscant.

[soulcheri]

"Only my father calls me Antònia-- Everyone else calls me Toni." It seems silly and feels incredibly intimidating to voice such a distinction but she also recognizes it as necessary. Her father taught her from a very young age to always lead with confidence. He said adults dig that and they are less likely to question you, your success or your wealth, if you aren't afraid to establish any of the above. Besides, if the goal here was to make a real deal with Killian than she needed him to take her seriously. He had to earn her respect just as much as she had to show him she was worthy of his. That's what a partnership was, right? Both parties benefitting from each other or else what was the point?

Though the comment about her father's balls, took her by surprise a little bit. As did the shameless joke he made about castrating them. Toni, in her breakdown of the enigmatic couple, failed to mention to Tyler of Killian's violent and medieval practices. Most of it was all hearsay anyway, like how he ran a cult of followers who called themselves Reapers. It sounded preposterous. Like something someone plucked out of a horror movie.

"That's right," Toni smiled back at Tyler while leaning in against his side to further sell their newly engaged romance. "He just asked me to marry him this evening on my balcony. Isn't that so romantic?" Izzy watched the couple with equal parts skepticism. Her sixth sense was already tingling with an influx of intel just by reading the supposed happy couple's body language. And the ravishing young man's eyes. They burned with sadness, grief, and anger. And said more than his words ever could. "Join us......?" Izzy's brows arched as she encouraged the rest of that sentence. Nevertheless, it wasn't needed. "Oh, I see. Mi amor --" Isabelle's hand grazes her boyfriend's shoulder in an almost telepathic gesture. I'll leave you to do business.

She knew what he was there for. She was only accompanying him as a form of back up. That is, if he needed her gifts before making any deals with Ignacio's daughter. Right now, he was in good hands which meant Izzy focused on the part of the couple that truly intrigued her -- Toni's fiance with no name. "Would you excuse me while I use the ladies room?" As she leaned in to kiss Killian on the cheek, she whispered in his ear 'trust me. I'm having a hunch.'

Afterwards, she turned to lock eyes on Tyler. "Would you mind escorting me? It's my first time here, I would hate to get lost amidst these bright lights and parlor games."

Pretend married, Tyler wanted to interject. They were growing closer and things were starting to feel like old times again but, Brooke hasn't left his thoughts. When he thinks about the prospect of forever, it's Brooke who's looking back at him. He can't focus on her for too long, though. If he does, he'll abandon the Vipers and take the first available flight to Peach Tree, Atlanta. But then Volchok will be killed and then Toni and then Brooke. Which is why he has to focus on fixing things, not running away from them. When he's done, he'll get his life back. Hopefully.

"Swingers." Tyler repeats, a ridiculous smile making its way across his lips. He's done a lot of things with Toni but a potential orgy with dangerous criminals definitely wasn't one of them. "So what if they take the bait? Do we invite them to our swim?" Tyler's eyes cut from Toni to Isabelle. The woman in red wasn't just beautiful. She was intimidating. Her dark eyes made his heart race when he thought she caught him staring at her.

"Okay, it's been awhile since we pulled one of our schemes but...I think I'm ready." Tyler offers his arm to her before setting forward. Killian was at the bar, enjoying a tumbler of whiskey. He didn't come for the free drinks, though. When he heard Mr. Santos got arrested and that his daughter took over the hotel, he knew he had to capitalize. The House was perfect for parties and a variety of entertainment but, the hotel would work wonders for the clients who want more than dances. With all the available rooms at The Rosewood, he could rent his dancers as lovers.

Tyler and Toni's presence could be felt. Killian turns around to face them even before they have a chance to speak. He knows Toni only from the pictures her father used to have of her in his office. He always thought they were a beautiful family. The vacations, the designer clothes, the million-dollar smiles. They looked so fake - yet so disgustingly united. That's more than he can say about his family. His father probably didn't own a single picture of him. Well, at least he's dead now.

"Antónia, I take it?" Killian asks, emphasizing the accent in her name. "I heard about your father. Embezzlement. Fraud. He has balls. I admire that. What do you guys call balls again? Bolas - right? Big bolas! Because if I would have known I would have cut his off." Killian laughs, glancing back and forth between Toni and Tyler. "And who's this ravishing young man? I can't seem to place you." Tyler looks to Toni for encouragement and then releases a breath, "Toni's fiancé. As of tonight." Tyler smiles at Toni and then back at Killian and Isabelle. "We were hoping to join you two actually..."

[pedropascalssimp]

More then you'll ever know

Din djarin x fem reader

Summary: the reader and din have a hard to get along with relationship, mostly because her teasing and joke cracking nature. But one night din realizes he can't keep pushing his true feelings for reader aside.

Warnings: mild language. Fluff.

Since I said I'd write more for din. I gift you... DIN!!!!

*Not my gifs!*

If you had a coin for every time din wrecked his ship, you'd be a rich woman. He was a good pilot, he could maneuver his way through a canyon and manage to survive, but he was a little reckless. And whenever someone could easily go over that canyon, his mind never seen that ruote and instead takes the hardest path possible. Which is what left you, him, and little Grogu standing outside the razor crest while you chuckle at his pacing, hands on his hips while his visor was focused on the ground.

The planet he crash landed on was a icey cold snow planet, it was freezing out, and the fact the sun was long gone and replaced by the moon didn't help.

"oh c'mon din, I can fix this ship tomorrow morning... A slight delay to tython won't hurt our adventure" you try and reassure him, amusement thick in your voice. This little crash gave you the opportunity to further more tease him and his piloting skills, something he hated. But it was fun seeing him get all defensive over his flying, you'd even say cute.

"we can't stay out here, the ships inoperative. We'll freeze to death out here" he stresses, finally coming to a stop as he looks at you, then his gaze falling on the innocent little child that plays in the snow.

"before you crashed us all the way out here I thought I saw a town that way" you point in the direction where you had thought you seen a town while you spiraled out of control. Thankfully though the ship wasn't damaged to bad and no one was hurt. "we can rent a place to sleep tonight and I'll wake up early in the morning and fix the ship" you shrug while scooping Grogu up and taking his icey little hands in yours and warming them.

Din sighs, something he seemed to do a lot you've noticed ever since you started working for him. Not only did you serve as a mechanic and caretaker for Grogu, but also a skilled medic. It was no secret din loathed droids, sometimes he found himself struggling to patch his own self up when injured greatly, so he hired you to assist him in medical ways instead of seeking help from a med Droid. You helped him greatly in medical and mechanical ways, soon he found the child and you helped in nanny ways.

Din turns around, back facing you now as he looks towards where you said a town was. The sky just barely illuminated by the dim glow of lights from the civilization. Facing you once more now he walks closer through the snow, gloved thump stroking Grogu's cold cheek.

"it will be a long walk... Probably even a days time..." he trailed of in thought, taking his cape off in the process and handing it to you so you can wrap Grogu up. "we'd have to use my jetpack to make it there tonight" he sighed out, watching how you wrap the cape around the little one. Covering up his mouth and ears along with his little body. He was swaddled up snugly.

You grin at din, "you're just looking for an excuse to hold me aren't you Mando?" you tease him, loving how he always stuttered and got nervous. He always retaliated with a harsh comment or the silent treatment, brushing your harmless flirting off.

Oh how you fell hard for the man though, he was something special. He acted like the toughest bounty hunter in the galaxy, he was really, but once you got to know the man under the armor? He was a big sweetheart, a softie who was passionate about little things and protective over the ones he considered friends, the one's he loved. You grew feelings for him one particular night spent on Nevarro, he was meeting with karga, in a cantina. You had joined him of course because you needed a drink, once you was both in there this one man wouldn't leave you alone, flirting, eyeing you like he was a starved man and you was a feast, his hands shortly falling on the small of your back and trailing down lower much to your dismay.

Now you was a good fighter, but before you had the chance to break the man's wrist? Din had done it for you, grabbing the man's hand and twisting it, showing his vibroblade against the man's throat, "touch her again and I'll kill you" was what made the man flee without a word. Wrist broke. He offered you a nod and made you stay by his side. It had made you fall for him hard, the feelings only growing as time went on.

"I could always leave you out here to freeze" din shot back at your earlier comment, he said it more teasingly, a welcome surprise to you.

"like you could do that, I know under all that beskar you have a soft spot for me din" you smile at him innocently, Grogu smiling as if he agrees with you.

"for him maybe" din was blushing hard under the helmet, heart beating rapidly as if he was afraid. Truly he was, he feared that if he let himself love you like he so desperately wanted, you'd leave him, that the galaxy would rip you away from him like every one else he ever loved.

Perhaps that's why he put up the facade he wore good when you flirted with him, acting as if he couldn't stand you, as if he loathed your presence. If only you could see the way his brown eyes sparkle with wonder and longing when he watches you work or play with Grogu.

You scoff with a smile, acting as if his little retort didn't sting a little. "let's get going before we freeze to death then" you say, hating how your heart skips a beat at how close he stood now, shuffling in the snow to jerk you flush against his warm side. The beskar was ice cold though, making you gasp with a shiver.

"hold on to Grogu tightly" he warns, worried you'd drop him. You wrap him up in your right arm, holding him against your chest tightly, little green hands fisting your short tightly as he snuggled up against your chest.

Din wraps a arm around your waist, his other placing a gloved hand over your arm that held Grogu. "are you ready?" he asks, pulling you against him tightly. You felt a little nervous, not to fond of heights. Din noticed and chuckles. "don't worry mesh'la, I won't drop you... Maybe" he teased. Saying the nickname he gave you, you had yet to learn.

Snapping your head towards him with wide eye's you give him a fearful look, "maybe!?" you didn't get a response because he had already taken off, forcing a shriek from you and your arm to hold him tighter. Heart rapidly beating as you closed your eyes shut. You try and ignore how his touch sends a tingling warmth through your whole body, how you wished he'd hold you more....

Grogu squeaks out what sounds to be a laugh, his smile and wide eye's enjoying being high up like this, but once you open your eye's and look down, you knew you'd made a mistake. "oh no, no, no, no" you muttered, burying your face in din's neck.

"don't worry, we're almost at the town, I can see it" din reassures you, although he wanted to tease and poke fun at your silly fear like you do him most time's. He would never do such a thing to you, he hated how your small whimper tumbled from your lips. Soon though, you arrived at the town and he landed, only stumbled a little.

Practically clinging to him you refuse to let go, "are we on the ground?" you murmur, Grogu making a little sad noise upon the adventure in the sky ending.

"yes, you can let go now" he pulls you off of him and backs away. You open your eyes and sigh, happy to be on the ground again. Holding Grogu with both hands now, you walk with din to town.

The place wasn't that big, but it also wasn't small. There was markets, houses and one small place that looked like a cantina. The people all wore heavy duty clothes, prepared for the cold. But you wore a flimsy old t-shirt and cargo pants. You shiver while walking behind din, people giving you looks.

Din finally comes across a large building, entering the building you sigh at the slight warmth it provides. The room was near empty besides a fireplace and two chairs, a large door by the left wall. Behind a counter a older woman worked, Grey hair and aged face. She gives you and din a kind smile.

"hello! Are you looking to rent a room?" she asks. Din leans on the counter and nods.

"two rooms" he spoke with his stoic tone, the modulater making his voice sound deeper, more intimidating.

"I'm afraid there is only one room... We've gotten a lot of traveler's this week" the older woman said, watching how din sighs and his shoulders slump.

Were you really that annoying to be around? You shake the thought away and sigh, looking down at Grogu who let's his gaze flicker across the room curiously.

"I guess we'll take that one then" he huffed while sliding some credits across the table, soon taking the card to enter the room he just bought for the night.

He walks over to the door you spotted earlier and opens it with a swip of the card, leading you to a hallway full of various other doors. Following him he stops in front of a certain one, swiping the card as the whoosh was heard and the door slides open.

He sighs and flips the lights on, stopping instantly. His abrupt stop makes you walk into his back. "owe! You nearly made me fall" you snap and walk beside him, "why did you stop all the su -

"there's only one bed?" he spoke as if someone had just slapped him across the face, you look up and noticed that there was indeed, one bed.

"I can always sleep in the floor" you shrug and set Grogu down, letting him explore the room. He instantly crawls in bed though. "not anything new" you flash him a sarcastic smile. Referring to how din made you sleep in the floor of the crest during your early days of knowing him. Finally though he noticed how stiff and in pain you was and bought you a small cot to keep in the cargo area of the crest.

"I can take the floor, you sleep in the bed" he starts taking his cape from Grogu, tucking him into the large bed fit for almost three people as he folds the fabric up and sits in the floor.

Scoffing you stand before him with a hand on your hip, "like hell I'm letting you sleep in the floor, we can both obviously fit in the bed" you point out, not having a problem with sharing the bed with him. Not one problem at all in fact.

"like hell I'm sleeping beside you" he retorts coldly, his words striking you hard as your face fell. Turning away from him so he doesn't see his words sting, you shrug.

"I for one don't have a problem with sharing a bed, but if you want you're back hurting you tomorrow that's fine by me" you crawl into the bed after kicking your boots off, Grogu fast asleep already. Once under the covers you turn your back toward din.

Why he hated you so much was beyond you, but alas, he hates you.

You try and not let it bother you, but after a few minutes of silence you turn on your side to face him again. He wore his beskar still, it had to be uncomfortable. "do you always sleep in the armor?" you mutter while hoping he wasn't asleep.

"only whenever people are around" he grumbled while his visor falls on you. You knew he refused to show his face, something you always respected, but you hated for him to sleep uncomfortably because you....

"you can take it off din and sleep in the bed... I know how you're back hurts you, you old man" you joke lightly, knowing he was older then you. And although he hated how you always cracked jokes either with him or about him, he knew it was harmless teasing. So.... He sighs and stands up.

"I'm leaving the helmet on" he grunts while slowly taking his beskar off, gently setting it down neatly. You watch with a adoring look, mind to tired to realize you was doing so, but din saw it. The sight of your dazzling eyes practically glued to him making his face flush in a beautiful shade of red. But thank the maker beyond that he wore a helmet to hide it.

"okay but if you ever decide it's uncomfortable to sleep in you can trust me enough to take it off....I'd never look at you without it on y'know" you say while he now stood in his underclothes. A long sleeved black sweater and heavy duty pants. Taking his gloves off your eyes are met with the familiar tanned skin you loved, having seen his abdomen and arms bare before do to attending his wounds countless times. It seemed he wasn't only reckless when flying the razor crest, but aslo fighting a bounty apparently.

Din slowly walks shuffles over to the bed, almost shyly. Waiting for you to scoot to the other side. You do so after scooping Grogu up, being sure not to wake him as you placed him in the middle of the bed, him snuggling up to you in his sleep. Din crawls in bed shortly and makes himself comfortable under the covers, laid out on his back. His head though turns toward you.

"I know I can trust you, you haven't given me reason not to.... I just - I don't want to risk taking it off" he stuttered, you could easily detect he was indeed nervous. But why? You was determined to find out.

"I understand, I'm not pressuring you into taking it off" you giggle, subconsciously stroking Grogu's little hand.

"I know...." he whispers, his visor still on you as you looked at him with soft eye's. "I'm sorry if I've ever been... Harsh with you" he forced the words out, eye's locked on your own, the y/e/c eye's he'd always find himself lost in....

You was speechless, didn't know how to respond to his abrupt apology. It was unexpected, here you thought he hated you, found you to be nothing to him but a medic, mechanic, and caretaker for Grogu. Whereas you saw din as a friend, someone to rely on, someone to talk to whenever need be. Sure you teased him a lot and made some jokes up about little things he does, like being a big softie or cute when he plays with Grogu. You never meant no harm, but din always made it out that way, pushing you away or making harsh remarks whenever you had done so....

Blinking at him you let a soft grin tug at your lips, "you don't have to apologize, I know I'm a little irritating and a pain in the ass to be around" you shrug and look down at Grogu, heart full of love at the sight of his peaceful slumber.

"you're not that bad... Maybe a little bit of a pain in the ass" although he was hidden by the helmet, you could hear the smile in his voice. You chuckle quietly and look back up at him.

"you're something else din..." you whisper do to Grogu shifting around, rolling over towards din. His heart swells at how Grogu laid his little hand on his bicep, a smile on the little one's face as he slept.

"is that a good thing or bad thing?" din spoke just as quiet as you did, modulater making his voice even deeper as he whispers, a husky sound you found yourself hanging onto with a undeniable yearning. How you wish you could hear it without the helmet....

"it's a good thing, definitely a good thing" you smile up at him, the sight enough to make his heart flutter wildy. "you big softie" you murmur, unable to stop yourself from letting the words roll off your tongue.

"I'm not a softie, I'm a bounty hunter" he knew you didn't mean anything bad by the nickname you've given him. But he couldn't help the way it sometimes irked him, why? He didn't know. Because sometimes he saw what you meant when you called him a softie, deep down inside he knew it was slightly true.

"to the galaxy yes, but to him... You're a softie. You spoil him rotten din!" you laugh a little loudly but managed to stifle them. "you treat him as if he's the most fragile, precious cargo to ever be created, you always buy him little things whenever you come back from hunts, and you always let him cuddle you" you grin at him with so much fondness din's heart nearly beats out of his chest with how gorgeous you are, glowing with joy, smile as bright as any star he's ever seen. "you're a softie, no denying it"

"and you are definitely a pain in the ass" he chuckles and shakes his head, visor still looking over at you as he laid on his back. "but even though you can really get on my nerves...i do have a soft spot for you" he confessed, nervous all the sudden as his hands fiddle with the end of his long sleeve shirt.

The smile on your face widens into one of pure happiness, eye's staring at din with love. He knew you was fond of him, and he was quite smitten with you, but he was afraid.... Afraid of losing you, afraid of watching you leave him in more ways then one.

But he was done being afraid, he couldn't live another day without holding you close, staring into those eyes of yours he adores. He wanted to hold you forever, kiss you until his lungs beg him for air, love you for as long as you or the galaxy will let him. Because din djarin was didn't want to spend another day without doing any of these things again.

"I love you" he blurts out, desperately. His voice holding nothing but truth, he sits up in the bed, careful not to wake Grogu as he does so, back pressed against the headboard while he only looks down at you with love. "I - I love you so much...." his voice cracks at the end as he stuttered.

You sit up fast, smile morphing into a more dazed gap, like a fish who was taken out of water. "din... I love you too. I've -

"Im so sorry I pushed you away and would always give you the cold shoulder but dank farrik y/n I can't go another day without saying it.... I love you" he rushed out, cutting your words off.

Tears fill your eye's, ones of joy, happiness. Heart overflowing with love for him. You smile so wide it hurts as you can see how nervous he has become. You gently grab his hand to stop his fidgeting, placing a kiss to each of his fingers. The act sends electricity through his veins, warmth over his whole being as his heart swells at the softness of your lips against his skin.

"I love you din... I always have, ever since you had asked me to work for you, I love you so damn much" you laugh breathlessly, tears threatening to fall.

"you and him" he nods down at Grogu, "are the only things in this galaxy that mean more to me then anyone could ever know...." he muttered, taking his hand out of your own, your eye's widen as you see him place both hands on his helmet, ready to take it off. Upon reflex, you screw your eyes shut, making din feel a wave of affection wash over him knowing you had so much respect for him. "open you're eye's" he said, but it sounded so much more different, much more richer and real.

Reluctantly, you open your eye's. Heart skipping a beat at the sight before you, two brown eye's full of love staring back at you, glossy. His dark hair a mess as his scruffy face was one purely adorable, handsome nose and charming jaw. Maker was din djarin a beautiful, handsome man. You slowly crawl more towards him, sitting in his lap, being sure not to disturb Grogu as you gently trace every detail of his face, starting at the few lines on his forehead, down his gorgeous nose, giggling once you find your fingertips brush against his mustache. He smiles, revealing his dimples. You smile up into his brown eyes and can't resist anymore.

You press a firm but gentle kiss on his lips, soft and warm as you always imagined them to be. Your palms press flush against his cheeks, scruffy little patches of hair tickling them. Din's hand lands on the nape of your neck as his other finds purchase on your hip. His eyes fluttering shut as his nose bumbs against yours. This kiss was perfect, as if it was the seal to your and his fate. You never wanted to live without him by your side. Hesitantly, you pull away from his soft lips, giggling whenever he chases your own.

"you are the most handsome man in the galaxy din" you breathlessly say, his eye's sparkling. It's then you noticed the golden specks, amber swirls amongst the brown of his gorgeous eyes

"I'm not much of a sight cyar'ika" he strokes your cheek with his thumb, so much affection swimming in his eye's. His soft smile bringing out his dimples again, he was truly something special....

"you're more then a sight din... You're more beautiful then anything else in the galaxy" you say, running a hand through his hair, fingers lightly scratching at his scalp. He relaxes with a content sigh.

"you're the beautiful one here" he smiles up at you adorably, your heart fluttering. You lean your forehead on his and grin. "i love you..." he whispers in his husky deep voice you couldn't ever tire of.

"I love you more" you say back while placing a kiss atop his nose. He scrunched his face up and chuckles at you, the sound even more beautiful now that it came out natural. "but we better get sleep since I've got a long day of mechanic work tomorrow, because a certain brown eyed beauty is a reckless flyer" you poke his cheek while crawling out of his lap, crawling back into your spot in the bed.

Din scoffs before scooting closer, his forehead nearly touching yours now as you both placed your hands on Grogu gently. "I'm a good pilot, you have to admit it" he grins at you, loving how you roll your eye's at him.

"I know you're a good pilot, but you're reckless din... No denying it" you kiss his nose again making him sigh dreamily, "I love you're nose..." you yawn, smiling at him afterwards with a sleepy grin.

"I've noticed, if you don't stop kissing it I'm gonna put the helmet back on" he jokes while he yawns himself now, eye's drooping as sleep crept up on him slowly.

"oh, do you want me to stop kissing you?" you say with your usual teasing tone.

"no! I'm not saying that" he instantly said, almost to loud. You laugh at his reaction and shake your head.

"I was joking din... I'd never stop kissing you" you peck his lips, pulling away to quick for his liking. But he watches as your eyes slowly flutter shut, no matter how hard you tried to keep them open.

This was exactly what din wanted, his little family in his arms. He smiles down at Grogu who snores lightly and then looks to you, who slept peacefully now. He was beyond lucky to have both of you, and he'd do whatever it takes to keep you both safe, because he loved you both more then anyone would ever know...

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[csykora]

Hey, if anyone's wondered what I mean by "playoffs shit I'll boot you for," here's a great example!

This has been one of the harder weeks of my life, so I feel like being this bitch tonight. I want to be clear that I get a lot of these comments, from every possible orientation of fan, probably because I've been here for a distressing fraction of a decade and I'm not obviously aligned to a team. So while...yeah, I am criticizing this one, I'm also criticizing every fan who feels the need to do this.

Do you all hear what you sound like when you say stuff like this?

When you say this stuff on a joke post that uses phrases like "poke in the eyeballs" and pictures of men falling down and rolling around slapping at each other?

A joke which, so far, fans of both teams had seemed to be enjoying and leaning into? (My comment that "everyone agrees this is embarrassing for Stamkos" was meant to express amusement at the positive, seemingly affectionately teasing tags that fans who mostly used the tampa tags and nicknames for him were adding; there were also people teasing Lafreniere.) Starting with the OP, who is supporting Tampa Bay in this series and is specifically a big Steven Stamkos fan?

Steven Stamkos, who, besides being a good leader who has to go to hella league events, is notorious for being a student of the game who watches endless tape to memorize everything, and likely knows everyone in the Rangers' farm system, much less another star player on a hot line who he could expect to be frequently matched against? Lafreniere's age does not matter because that was a joke, but also I'd bet Steven Stamkos knows it, and probably knows shit about him he doesn't know yet.

Also, "defending his team?" Do you all understand how saying stuff like this makes you sound like you didn't even watch the game? Because I did, and he wasn't avenging anything, he was just burning off a little steam in an overall boring scuffle that was sparked by Nikita Kucherov getting annoyed at a Ranger in his space, who then exchanged some stick pokes. That's a perfectly understandable reason for Kuch to start a scuffle, and for Stammer to jump in, but Kuch wasn't hit or harmed in any way and was doing fine with the first guy in after him, so fans jumping to language like this just sounds puffed up, and a little bit (maybe a lot) like you don't know the difference between run-of-the-mill scuffling and something significant

I--who bet on the Bolts winning the series!--also question the dramatic overreach of a phrase like "get their asses handed to them"? I think Tampa will win, sure, but those are big words to use about a team that also played the first two games of this series. It's hardly going to be a decisive series. The series I've been watching has been a pretty tight, contentious series (as a goaltending fan it's been a great series)

Okay. I do feel bad about implying that fans who talk like this don't know the game. I'll stick by that fans who talk like this aren't saying anything interesting about the game.

What are you all trying to say?

Who are you talking to? The person who actually sees these is me. You will not convince me that one team is going to lose--I already thought that--and you certainly won't convince me to stop saying that men rolling around on the ground trying to pop each other's tops off looks silly.

Do you all really want to just spit into the universe that you hate some other bunch athletes and fans? Does that...maybe have something to do with why you'd assume that anyone talking about your team in a different tone is also meant meanly? Is that, I don't know, a fun way to spend time? To reign myself back in, although I'm sure at this point no one who feels addressed by this would think it's sincere, but I promise it is: I'm sure you have more interesting things to say!

Also, Steven Stamkos would think my jokes are funny.

[bonelesswords]

a study of souls | alex høgh andersen au

Chapter one: Hi, June.

-synopsis -chapter two

Warnings: Language, sexual content, mentions and using of drugs, mentions of a toxic relationships, grammar mistakes (english is not my first language)

Note: This is the first chapter!! It's kinda short but only for now. btw all this introduction is for you to understand the story 😁 tell me what you think hehe. 

  The summer in which everyone forgot my name, was over, the only ones who seemed to remember it were my brother and my grandmother, who called almost every day while I was on vacation to ask how I was. It was my grandma's idea to send me to the other side of the world, thinking that New York could heal a broken heart. I had said that no, that it didn't work like that, that she could send me to Japan, to a desert island, but the only thing I needed to stop thinking about my heart and how broken it was, was time. But she insisted, because she has been stubborn her whole life and she wasn't going to stop now; she sent me to New York, to the house of a friend that she had met in i-don't-know-where, don't-know-when. Who had presented me to his grandson because my grandma had told her in detail how the last person I had fallen in love with, had broken my heart.

I went and I came back, my heart didn't hurt like when I got on the plane, but it still hurt, and the pain scares me.

I would like to say that yes, that grandma was right, and that my heart actually healed after that trip. That I wasn't going to have to deal with insecurities again. I would like to move on with my life as if a man didn't rip a piece of my soul; but it isn't like that.

It still scares me, even if William left to never return, to never see my face again.

I'm afraid of waking up and see his face among the white sheets, laying on my pillow. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, unable to move or speak, but I can see him sitting at the end of my bed, looking at me sideways and whispering that I must not forget him. Until after a few minutes, when I manage to move again, he disappears as if he had never been there.

Forgetting everything that happened is not as easy as throwing away a box with all the memories, it's like burning the box and that it appears every time on your doorstep .

William left and he's not going to come back. I'm sure that there's not a single drop of love for him in my body, but he left me a thousand of insecurities and he took my pride with him. He left me every bad memory, and how they torment during the night, reminding me how he played with me.

So I asked Rory, my brother, and grandma, for time. They didn't understand anything that night that I arrived home crying, they still don't understand everything fully, but they took care of me, and they were there with me every time I couldn't hold the tears anymore. I need time to assimilate things better: I had met William, a man older than me. I liked him and he lied to me saying he liked me too. When his lie went too far he got scared and left. He made sure not to see me anymore not even on the streets. He hurt me way more times that I had said out loud, in places that I still don't know how to describe.

I don't feel sad because he left, I feel sad for what he made with me after that.

But summer ended and autumn began in the city where I was born. In any moment I would get back to the university and perhaps I would make a friend.

It's already dark when I return home, the floor is wet from the rain that fell in the afternoon. The street lights up with orange lights and my nose is red from the cold. The only thing that I hear are the footsteps of my boots against the pavement and distant voices that come from inside of the houses. It's Friday and I feel it on the tip of my nose, when the air brings the smell of the dinner of the last house on the block; mine.

I know that Rory is inside with grandma, since I came back from New York he doesn't do anything else but staying at the house that I share with grandma for dinner, I also know that he feels slightly guilty for getting away from me lately. During our whole lives, ever since mom decided to leave us in charge of grandma, we had always hold on to each other, because we were the only thing we had left. And suddenly, after a long time, he didn't call like he used to anymore, he stopped visiting us like before. He is trying to get things back to the way they were.

When I step on the house, the warmth of the place embraces me, inviting me to take off my coat and my red sweater. From the living room I can hear the drawers opening and closing, the plates crashing and the voice of my grandma. I went inside to the kitchen, where Rory is sitting on a stool, his mouth is full of crumbs and a piece of bread is caught between his teeth. He looks as pale as ever, with messy black hair. Dressed in black from head to toe, he wears the same combat boots as me. Grandma looks at me and smiles in the only way she does when she sees one of her grandchildren.

The three of us sat at the dining table, talking about the day, work  and trivial things.

"The lady who lives two blocks from here stayed twenty minutes talking to me this afternoon." I comment "She told me all the gossip. I don't know why she told them to me, if it is because she has no friend or something, I mean, if she has no friends, how does she know everything?"

"Maybe because she does have friends, but she thinks you don't" Rory replies, shrugging his shoulders. I look at him with narrowed eyes as he takes the fork with food to his mouth. He caught me off guard.

"That's a lie, all my friends are on vacation, they don't come back until the university starts," I explain, for the thousandth time this summer. My friends at the university are not even friends, maybe I have the number of someone because from time to time I ask for the homework, we get along, but nothing else. I wasn't going to admit it out loud.

"Anyway" interrumped grandma "Rory has already told me that he's not staying to drink tea after dinner because he has plans with friends, I guess that we are you and me again, June. You and me and maybe a movie on netflix."

The two of them are mocking me, and suddenly, it makes sense. Both are pushing me to come out tonight. It's true that I don't   have any friends, and the old women that I talk to everyday while I work on the bakery aren't exactly the best company. They know that since William, I'm completely alone except for them.

"Well, I understand, I bother when I stay all day in this house. Maybe I want to stay here with grandma, watching movies until she falls asleep at ten. Unless that you, Rory, have other plans for me"

"It's the birthday of one of my friends, we are going to the pub, you come with me, you meet my friends and maybe you get along with them. I'll take you only if you don't talk about what the old lady told you today and if you drink at least two beers" He tells me and I share glances with grandma, as if I had fifteen and had to ask for permission to go out a friday night.

"I'm twenty one for something, right? To drink at least two beers with my brother. I'll go, but with two conditions" He nods with a smile, while grandma listens to the conversation with amusement."First, there must be at least one girl besides me. Second, if it's necessary, I can talk about politics"

"Don't worry June, that's the two things that i love. Girls and politics"

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I haven't gone out at night in a long time and the only thing I do while sitting in the passenger seat in my brother's car is thinking if I had dressed well. What a silly thing, I think. I'm wearing light blue jeans and a dark black polo shirt under a yellow sweater. I realize how badly I combine the colors when I look at the yellow converse that I'm wearing

"So... are you friends.. friendly?" I ask and he laughs.

"That's a dumb question"

"And whose birthday is it?"

"Jack's" He says "You dont know him, I met him at the bar a while ago, Alex is the bar owner, along with his brother, his brother is more owner than him, but they both manage it. I'm not very close to Luke, Alex's brother, but he's nice. Jack is twenty four today."

"And what are you going to give him?" he points to the glove box, which is in front of my knees, I open it and I see a fat envelope, I take it out. "What is it?"

"A special edition of his favorite Batman movie, he's going to lose his shit, I'm sure"

I laugh and leave the bag in my lap and I stay silent, the only thing we hear in the car is the radio. It is the only station that doesn't put me in a bad mood and I only listen to it when I'm in Rory's car.

Rory parked on the street in front of the place, which had wooden chairs and tables outside and a row of lights under the roof that covered them. There were a few people outside and a lot inside. I looked at the ceiling of the place, in bright letters it said DUST.

My brother opened the door making sound a bell over our heads, almost inaudible due to the voices of all the people inside the bar. It was hot inside, putting our cheeks red immediately, the same tables that were outside were located all over the place and in the back were four U-shaped couchs with round tables in the middle. The lights of the place were all orange, making the atmosphere warmer than it already was. My brother took my hand and guided me to the back, in the other he had his friend's birthday present.

They all shouted things that I didn't understand when they saw my brother. I was behind him.

"Happy birthday, lad" he said to the guy who was at the end of the couch, a brown haired guy with a lot of tattoos on the arms, hands and some of them in his neck. He smiled at Rory and thanked him. "This is for you" my brother said and gave him his gift.

"What is it?" he asked, examining the paper bag."

"Open it, you idiot" said a redhead girl who was next to him, and for a second, everyone was silent. I felt like a statue in that moment.

Jack broke the paper and when he saw what was inside, his face lighted up and he looked at Rory with bright eyes. "No way, man"

"Nothing can top my gift now" Jack got up to hug him and thanked him again, putting him in a backpack he had on the floor. Rory turned to see me and I raised his eyebrows, indicating that he had forgotten about me for a second.

"Oh, right guys, this is June, my little sister. I brought her today because if she spends another friday night at home she is going to become an old lady. I hope that's not a problem" I looked at them, waving my hand. They smiled.

"That's not a problem" Jack announced "Any sister of Rory is sister of mine" He said and smiled at me, I smiled back. Then Rory brought two chairs to the table and we joined the round.

Everyone started talking animatedly; the round was made up of two guys and three girls. Jack, at the end of the couch, Julia the redhead who called him idiot before was next to him. On her right side was, who had introduced herself, Evangeline, a very pretty brown-eyed brunette, I had stared at her for a few seconds when she told me her name because of how beautiful she was. It seemed like she had just returned from the beach, but it was autumn and the shine of her skin was natural. I wish I could look like that without trying, she didn't seem like she was trying. Beside her, it was Travis, a skinny gray-eyed boy, as pale as paper, who was talking a lot and followed all of Jack's jokes, even though he was almost at the other end of the couch. Next to Travis, was Helena, a platinum blonde with red lips, who hadn't stopped talking with Rory since we arrived. And Rory hadn't stopped talking with her neither. I know when my brother likes someone, he behaves just like high school but I didn't say anything, and I didn't dare to make any jokes about it

Suddenly, a chair is dragged right next to me, in the middle of me and Jack, who was asking me about university with Julia. A man drops into the wooden chair and starts talking.

"I told Matthew that anything that this table orders it's on me. That's my birthday gift." He said with a strange accent to Jack, he turned to me and his blue eyes clashed with mine. Jack thanked him, and I didn't know what to say. Mainly because he had a black eye and several cuts around his face, like on the eyebrow and on his lower lip. I tried to hide my surprise, but he had already noticed. He stared at me, waiting for me to say something, but I didn't.

"Hi Alex" Rory speaks, making his eyes go towards my brother "This is June, my sister, I'm taking her out for a walk"

"Hi Ronald, we are going to take care of her here" He joked and then, looked at me again. "Hi, June, I'm Alex" He gives me a wide smile, almost amused. I instantly realized that despite his bruised face, he was handsome. But like all the boys sitted at the table, like Travis or Jack, but he was handsome anyway, and he has beautiful eyes. He doens't look like the kind of guy I see at university parties surrounded by lots of people, but he looks like the kind of guy the girls turn to see in the hallway.

"Hi Alex" I said, trying to smile at him.

"How old are you, June?" Alex asks.

"Twenty one" He nods, ready to make another question,  His brown hair seems freshly cut and his skin looks slightly tanned, which makes his eyes look bluer than they surely are.

"So why aren't you drinking anything, June?" It catches my attention how he repeats my name several times, as if he were getting used to the sound in his tongue.

I shrug without saying anything. He smiles sideways at me while shaking his head, then stretches his arm behind my back to reach Rory's head, hitting him with the palm of his hand.

"Go get your sister a fucking beer" Rory growled and looked at him annoyed when Alex interrupted their conversation.

"Language." Julia scolds and Alex rolls his eyes amused.

"She can go by herself" Rory replied, I did not say anything.

"Don't be an idiot" he scolded him again and my brother got up from the chair, sighing and going towards the bar.

"I can get my own beer" I said to Alex, he looked at me raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah, you look like someone who can get their own beer, June" he says with the same smile on his face "But Matthew, the barman, doesn't know you and he won't believe you if you say you are with Jack"

"I don't look like someone who would be with Jack?" I say trying to sound offended. Of course I didn't look like someone who was friends with Jack, I looked like someone who stayed to watch a movie on Netflix with grandma on a friday night.

"You look like someone who would be with me" He says and winks at me. Automatically starts a conversation with Jack, and Julia talks about the university again. I'm sure i'm  as red as a tomato.

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[vanillaxoshi]

I was curious on how Cahaya's school life could possibly be in age bracket and there's this one experience I remember very distinctly when I was in 6th grade. Hope you enjoy :D

btw "hi" is normal speech 'hi' is written and 'hi' is thoughts

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He'd thought 3rd grade would be better than 1st or 2nd grade. Unexpectedly, he'd be horribly wrong. Sure it could have something to do with him being the youngest there

but he thinks age shouldn't really matter on how you treat someone ... Maybe skipping grades isn't as cool as he thought it would be

No matter, he has long concluded that Fang to be the only friend he'll ever make in his life.

Which brings him to the library. It's not extravagant, far from the greatest libraries hes ever been in, the books aren't really great in terms of quality, and there are still some rowdy kids here and there (despite the very obvious rule of being silent in a library)

But it is still one of the more quiet to calming places of the school

Entering through the double doors, Cahaya greets the librarian with a simple wave, earning a smile and a nod from the middle-aged woman. That's the other thing, as he makes his way through the columns of bookshelves that are far too big than him

The librarian is really kind to him, she knows sign language; advance ones even! (he couldn't make out some of them) She even said she might start a mini class for students to learn sigh language, it'll basically be a secret club here in the library!

What's even more spectacular is that she didn't seem bothered by his exaggerated arms shaking making up and down motions and legs tapping excitedly—he later learns it's called "stimming"— truly the coolest person in this school. Beside himself and Fang, of course

The only problem is that she informed him that they needed at least 3 participants, something about legality and how it could paint a bad picture if it's just the both of them. Which is silly!

What's so wrong with a private class between a student and a teacher? what's an adult gonna do to a child? the worst he could think is punishing, he can't think what else an adult could do… lecture maybe?

That doesn't sound so bad

Thinking about it is just ruining his mood. His brows crest together as his eyes scans the rows and rows of books, completely ignoring the more obvious children books and through the more intellectually advance ones. His body moved with practiced ease as he slowly gathers the books, having to actually hop a few times to pick some of the higher located ones. Grabbing 2 at a time and stacking them on a nearby table

He looks at the stack when it reaches almost half his height. Huh. Maybe he overdid it a little bit He picked the book at the top and so it begins

He usually doesn't read this much considering the limited amount of time that they have, but Fang isn't here today, so he doesn't really have anything to pass the time

As time went by with each book slowly going to the opposite stack, his mind wanders away making the words all jumbled up

Huffing, he rereads the start of the paragraph. His mind went back to the topic of him skipping grades; how he was proud of himself at first... until they explained that Fang wouldn't be in the same class as him

He didn't mind at first, since they figured they could always just meet up during recess and lunch in the library. But sometimes that wasn't reliable..

Shaking his head, he tries to think of something else; like getting another person to join the super awesome secret club in the library. One problem. He doesn't really have anyone that's in the same grade as him.

Fang is a grade below him and Daun is WAY above him, and no one wants to talk to the silent kid who "can't talk". Which ouch. He never asked to be born this way, but once again he reminds himself that he had long accepted it. Plus, the people he actually cares about loves and respects him so he doesn't really mind.

Keeps him focus on something more important; like studying.

Even if it does get lonely some days... maybe he got too used to having Fang's presenc- nope nope. Ignore that thought, close it. Nope.

Just... focus on reading this chapter, he only has 7 more minutes if his watch was any indication. What was this even about? The fascinating variety of colors in the sk-

All the small hair in his arms straightened as a shiver goes through his whole body. He knows the feeling all too well.

'Someone's staring at me.' He looks around to confirm his hypothesis and true to his assumption, he found himself to be right at the sight of a gray and light blue... soft sky blue?—whatever color in the pastel blue spectrum— hijabi girl. 'Ah Maya' his mind helpfully remind him. Going through his catalog of classmates in quick sessions without hopefully looking suspicious

Maya was one of the more... eh ok classmate, simply because she doesn't really bother him, actually... except for that one time.

"Aww you're so small! it must be so cool being a 3rd grader despite being only 7 years old," 'no it isn't' "You're like our little brother in a way," she cheerfully added, "when's your birthday anyway?" 'None of your business?' "Aww c'mon don't act that way." she pouts, it quickly turns to a bunch of giggles. "I'm Maya" 'I know'... "and you are?" 'You already know.' "I'm making small talk over here give me a break," she chuckled. He sighed and quickly wrote 'Apologies if I seem rude, I thought yo-' he didn't even get to finish his writing "Why are you writing anyway? Isn't tiring? Do you just carry that board wherever you go?" ah. Here we go- "Why don't you just speak?" she went to touch him, "do you have a hearing prob-" *SLAP* . . A pencil could be heard as everyone stares at them, at HIM. his wide-eyed stare locked into the hand that he slapped away mere inches from his face. The owner of the hand looks like a fish out of water, staring at him in disbelief. The sound of footsteps made the two newly 3rd graders turn The teacher was coming. And he looked displeased. 'I've never upsetted a teacher before' his hand shake as he tries to comprehend the words that are flying a mile a minute through his head, he couldn't even bring himself to write an explanation, the words aren't forming for him. The blank board mocks him. "What is the meaning of this, you can't-" he saw in the corner of his peripheral view as Maya sporadically shake her hands in front of the teacher, "NO, nono it was a mist—" the words all blur together for him. His surroundings turning hazy. Everything is a jumbled up mess. The stares. The words. The shouts. It's too much IT'S TOO MUCH *THUNK* He slaps his board with the words "LEAVE ME ALONE" messily written on it and...

He couldn't really remember what happens next. After that disastrous first meeting, she has elected to avoid him

Even so, he frequently finds her gaze on him and often times it freaks him out; he starts shuffling his hands or drumming his fingers for example. But, it's been weeks and she hasn't done anything so he'll give her a pass

She seemed like the observent type anyway.

*KRINGGGG~*

His whole body jolted at the ringing, fully jumped out of his chair from the jumpscare. Quickly scrambling to collect his books and order them back again, noting that Maya already left when he was busy reminiscing.

He dashes out of the library to go to his classes. Theres still a few more hours before school ends.

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This got way too long T^T

nnoooooo my poor boi!!

Sensory overload? Meltdown?

And the scrambled mind trying to find words

Maya would prob be a friend, im sure she understood it was not intentional but then again the 'Leave me alone' might give her change of mind

That depends on her

Love the librarian, there better be a secret club for my boi!✊

And hes gotten so used to having fang around, must be overwhelming for him

[sheeshanimegirl]

[SHIFTED] Chapter 01

Levi Ackerman x Reader

Sinopse: Did you ever think about coming home and meeting a person that doesn't meant to exist? No? Well... but it happened.F/N is an Musical Producer who just got fired, and her only comfort are spend the time watching Anime and writting fanfics, until the day that HE appeared on the floor covered in blood and bruises.

What is he doing there? Is she going insane?

I guess not.

Warning: BLOOD.CURSING.

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After getting fired, I started giving up on that silly dream of mine: Becoming a huge music producer. I knew that things were hard on real life but fuck.... being unenployed crashed my energies.

I was going home after shopping some groceries to fill up my sad belly - LOL - and continue to write some fanfics and stuff.

" Where are the keys? " I cursed harshly in my mind while my hand tapped every single place of my bag.

- HERE!

I opened my front door happily and threw my shoes away, today was the day of the new chapter of Shingeki No Kyojin manga and, of course, I would finally think about something more interesting than my life.

Without turning on the lights, I felt some squishness(?) on my foot.

- Did Saphira threw up? Ewwww - I jumped to the light swicht to turn it on and looked at the floor.

And well, it wasn't puke.

- OH MY GOD SOMEONE ENTERED MY HOUSE AND KILLED MY DOG.

I runned into the kitchen and then i saw.

It was a man. A fucking dead man lying on the flor. Saphira was beside him looking confused, I tapped her head and in shock I shooked the corpse.

- Hey.... are you... possibly... alive? - Yeah, of course i asked a bloody body, but, who knows?

- Hnnn - The man arched a little making my heart jump out off my chest.

- Oh god... ok. I will help you. Just try to...AHHHHH!!!!

Letting the body fall again I felt my head spinning. It was not an ordinary man, IT WAS A MAN IDENTICAL TO LEVI.

- I guess i am writing too much fanfiction. Yeah, probably - With my last strenght I carried him to my bed and quick took of his shirt.

There were bruises and blood in all his body, and if he continued like that... he would die. Quickly i grabbed my medical-kit and stucked the bleeding places with towels.

" I must sew this parts as fast as possible. "

As soon as I finished doing the worst, I glanced at his face. It was identical, the black hair, the nose, lips and eyebrows. Almost like a living Fan Art.

- Stop dreaming, f/n. You need to take care of him!

I knew that Levi didn't like to be dirty or covered in blood, so with a sponge I gently tried to clean his face and body. Althought beeing very hurt, his breathing was almost normal.

- How could this possibly happen? Well, I will not complain... it's not like i didn't want to meet you, huh? - I whispered and turned off the lights.

The rest of the afternoon i tried to clean my kitchen, which was red and filthy. Saphira's fur was quite... light pink, so I had to wash her too.

As I was trying to catch the soap, something cold touched my back making me squeek and turn quickly.

- Who are you? - He said with his typical angry face.

- Calm down... I just... saw you there and tried to help. - My fingers tried to put away his knife. But it didn't work.

- And why the hell do you want me to believe that?

- Because... I cleaned you! And did your stitches and all! There is no reason for me to hurt you! Trust me, I just want to help... - I whispered the last part.

- Oi, brat. Why is your dog so fucking big and dirty? - Levi put his knife down and pointed to Saphira who was all excited and happy to see him.

- Ah, when I came here she was by your side... I don't know. Maybe she was trying to keep you alive. - I chuckled and patted her.

- Tch. Whatever. Care to explain where I am and why Zack dissapeared? - He said passing his fingers through the sweat with a disgusted face.

- Uh... Levi. It is quite hard but i will try to explain, okay? Wait a sec. - With a hush i took my notebook and opened on the last chapter of the manga.

It was an explosion which caused all Levi's injuries, but unlike the manga, his fingers were intact and there was no scar on his face.

I showed the images to him, at first his eyes almost popped out, but then a n awkward silence fell down.

- I'm sorry. I didn't want to show you but...

- That's a shit, tch. So I'm not supposed to be real in this world? Or alive? - He asked me without a shot of sadness.

- I want to think that you aren't going to die. Because look, you are... you. You've been through a lot and it won't be an explosion that will kill you. - I stood up trying to cheer him, but his eyes were the same. Cold and numb.

Before anything, Levi passed out making me worry him even more. I tried to lay gently his body on the couch so he could rest.

- Let him be. It must be very confusing for now. - I looked at Saphira and smiled - Let's wash your fur!

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Later that night, I heard some noises coming from the living room. I stood up and switch the lights on; Levi wasn't there anymore.

Panick started to fill my body as I ran through the house, when i was about to call the police, I heard the sound of the shower.

"Thank god, i forgot he is such a clean freak"

Suddenly he opened the door. And bloody hell, what a hot body. I felt my face heat with the vision which caught his attention.

- Oi, why are you awake?

- I heard noises so I came to check up on you... and when I saw that you wasn't in the couch I got worried.

- Thank you, brat. But your place smells like fucking blood and thank hell i am tired, because otherwise i would rub this 'till it shines.

- Whatever. I'm gonna sleep. Don't run away because the police is a pain to dodge, okay? Bye.

And then I left him alone in the dark. I was tired, what could I do?

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TADAM! Sorry for any mistakes, english it's not my firts language so... sorry again lol.