#i can't wait for them to learn each other's love languages / get their communication down to a science because -ugh- the material is there!

[currymanganese]

You guys...he drew the frozen concord grape/ beef consommé dish idea Syd mentioned to him in his apartment in episode 2

Gif courtesy @psychicpinenut

[roosterforme]

Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 21 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley is learning firsthand just how lonely a deployment can be when he's gotten used to talking to you all the time. You are more than happy to record your daily adventures for him, including your steamy ones.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, masturbation, adult language, romantic Bradley, 18+

Length: 3700 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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Your original plan to commute to work from your apartment in Mira Mesa went out the window after the box from Bradley arrived. Suddenly his place seemed cozier now that there were tidy rows of envelopes from him covering the table in the living room. You sipped a mug of coffee and looked at all of them, selecting the one that said Open me with your class.

"Whatever you say, Bradley," you murmured with a smile, tucking it into your tote bag for work. You missed your kids almost as much as you missed him, but at least you'd finally get to see them today. You just hoped there was something upbeat in the note, because you were going to have to inform them that he'd be gone until Career Day. Or maybe longer.

Opening the note that was meant for you and your class before digging into all the others just felt right. Really, he was a faithful pen pal to all nineteen of you, even if his current letters were pre-written. As you drove to work, you wondered how long it would take your students to ask about Bradley. Turns out, it didn't take too long at all.

You were standing behind your desk, getting hugs from some of the kids as they got reacquainted with each other and the classroom for the first time in almost two weeks when Jayden asked, "What did you get Lieutenant Bradshaw for Christmas?"

Images of lingerie danced in your head as you cleared your throat. "Stationery," you replied. "So he can write us letters while he's deployed."

"He's deployed?" asked Nia, face lighting up. "With Marty?"

"Can we do another drawing contest with him?" shouted Oliver, already getting colored pencils out of his desk.

"Will you ask if he's allowed to take a video while he's flying this time?" Violet asked calmly.

"Actually," you replied, walking slowly to the front of the room with a single envelope in your hands, "we can't do any of those things. He's not allowed to communicate with anyone who isn't on the aircraft carrier this time around. If he writes to us, he'll have to save the letters until he returns."

Everyone stared blankly at you. 

Jackie raised her hand. When you pointed to her, she said, "But we're not like random people. We're students of aviation. We're his pen pals."

"Yeah!" came a chorus of voices, and you were half tempted to write up a petition to the Navy for all of them to sign.

You had to clap your hands and wait for them to clap in response after they all quieted down again. "I have a note that he wants me to open with you. Should we do that now?"

After literally everyone agreed that was a good idea, you opened it and found a handwritten link to a YouTube video followed by a short note that you read out loud.

"Greetings, Fourth Graders,

By the time you read this, it will be January, and I'll be on an aircraft carrier in the Atlantic Ocean for a seven week deployment. I'm sure your lovely teacher has explained that sending and receiving letters is sadly not a possibility for me right now. I'm going to need you to keep track of all your questions about aviation until I get back for Career Day next month. I'll bring some of my friends along, and we can answer them for you then. Sound good?

Make sure you listen to your teacher, and I'll see you all in February.

Yours Truly,

Lieutenant Bradshaw"

You looked up from the notecard and added, "He also included a link to a YouTube video. Should we check it out now?"

It was actually amazing how quietly they all sat in anticipation while you set up your projector and typed out the link. When you turned out the lights, you had to grab onto the edge of your desk as Bradley's face and voice filled your classroom, even though he wasn't actually there. The twenty minute video began with him sitting on his living room couch in his worn out jeans and the Top Gun shirt you wore to bed last night, and you realized he must have filmed this on Christmas Eve when you were out with Natasha.

"Hi, everyone," said video Bradley as he waved to his phone camera. "I thought I would try my hand at a little lesson on aviation so your teacher could get a break. Make sure you take notes. There will be a quiz the next time I see you."

All of your students were watching him with rapt attention and pencils poised over their notebooks. Bradley kept them engaged and entertained while you fell even more in love.

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"What the fuck?" Bradley groaned as he sank down into an empty spot on one of the long benches in the mess hall. The spaghetti looked like mush, but his stomach was growling so aggressively, he decided to take a bite anyway. It tasted just as bad as it looked, and he grimaced as he started to shovel it into his mouth anyway.

What he wouldn't give for dinner at Salvatore's. Mouthwatering pasta. Expensive as hell wine. You in a short little dress with his hands all over your thighs. Maybe Bronco parking lot sex.

Instead he got another USS Gerald R. Ford meal which was barely edible, and a view of a very hairy Atlantic Fleet aviator with the call sign Curly. Fantastic. Even the garlic bread was so stale it was hard to chew, but if he didn't eat, he would start losing weight. And if he started losing weight, it would make working out harder, which would suck, because going to the gym was his main source of entertainment.

Other than writing letters he couldn't send.

"Are you gonna finish that?" Curly asked, pointing at the roll Bradley only bit the corner of.

"It's all yours, man," he replied, watching the other aviator pick it up and crunch on it with a smile. 

Bradley picked up his tray with the intention of heading to his bunk to change into gym clothes, but when he got there, he collapsed onto the twin sized bed instead. It was clear that he'd only been brought along for this deployment to fly one very specific mission, because as a whole, the Atlantic Fleet pilots were young and green. But as a result of the current political climate, he had internet access completely taken away from him, and he was stuck here for five more weeks with nothing to keep him sane. He didn't even have Marty this time around. Just the pretty stationery set you gave him and the holiday cards from your students.

So he would do what he always did now. He would write. To all nineteen of you. But mostly to you. He realized, like he always did, that this was probably the most boring shit that anyone would ever read. How many times could you really read about your boyfriend telling you that he loved you and missed you. It wasn't like he was writing elegant poetry here.

Gorgeous, I miss you so much. You'd cry if you saw the spaghetti I had to eat for dinner. First thing I'm doing when I get home (besides you) is driving us to Salvatore's, and I won't stop eating until I pass out. The Atlantic Fleet food makes the Pacific Fleet cabbage rolls seem like a delicacy, and the US fucking Navy can quote me on that. 

I love you. I wish you knew I was coming back to you instead of Norfolk. I wish I could ask you to use the credit card in my sock drawer to fully stock the refrigerator before I get home. The only things I want to do for three solid days after I arrive back in San Diego are eat, sleep, and fuck my girlfriend.

Definitely not poetry. "Was my writing this shitty last time around?" he murmured to himself with a laugh. It couldn't have been if you kept responding to him for the duration of that deployment. Just thinking about your letters, both professional and personal, made him ache right now. Your emails and your sassy selfies and the sunset photos were things he didn't even know he had been taking for granted.

One letter from you now would have made everything so much better. With a deep sigh, Bradley changed to head to the gym.

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Time passed slowly. Packing up and moving boxes of your things from Mira Mesa to Coronado helped, but you were a little too nervous to unpack too much other than the necessities. You didn't even want to think about that right now. All you wanted to do was plan your next visit to the wine bar with Natasha so you felt a little less lonely. 

As you hung the framed blueprint of the Super Hornet Bradley gave you in the living room, you realized he would have to be lonelier than you were. At least you had Jayden's tales of Vanessa the dog to make you laugh during the work day. And you went out to dinner with some of your friends you hadn't seen recently. And you had a never ending text thread with Natasha now. 

There was a pretty good chance Bradley didn't know anyone on this deployment, and you wondered if he was spending a lot of time in the gym. What you wouldn't give for a gym selfie. You collapsed onto the couch and scrolled through the images of your boyfriend that you had saved to your phone.

"God," you moaned. He was so hot. Especially in front of a sunset. Especially with your lipgloss smudged on his cheek. Especially when he was looking at you in his arms instead of at the camera. "Fuck."

When someone knocked on the door, you nearly fell off the couch. Your eyes caught on the envelopes from Bradley that you hadn't yet opened lined up on the coffee table as you walked across the room. The last time you had an unexpected visitor, it was Natasha. The time before that, it was Vanessa. You didn't know who to expect, but you squared your shoulders and pulled the door open with an abundance of attitude only to find a slightly hunched over older woman standing there.

"Oh!" you said, immediately softening your stance. "What can I do for you?"

She looked from you to the Bronco in the driveway and then back again. "Is Bradley home?"

"No, he's not," you told her, unsure about how much information to give. "Is there something you need?"

She eyed you carefully. "Are you his girlfriend? The teacher he fell in love with?" This stranger knew who you were. When you gave her a concerned look and took a step away from her, she said, "I'm Edith. I live next door. Sometimes Bradley helps me with yard work and repairs around my property." She smiled and added, "He only lets me pay him in piano lessons."

"Edith!" You told her your name with a smile. You knew exactly who she was, because the first time Bradley wrote to you about getting piano lessons from his retired neighbor, you fell halfway in love with him on the spot. "Right, of course! Bradley is actually deployed for a few more weeks." She looked immediately dejected, so you asked, "Did you need help with something?"

"I don't want to bother you with it," she said immediately.

"Please," you replied, already reaching for your shoes. "I'm so bored without Bradley around. I would absolutely love a distraction, Edith."

She wrung her hands and then held them up. "Well, I can't change my light bulbs, because my arthritis is bad this time of year when it gets chilly out. And my back patio is so dark at night, I can't see anything."

"Say no more," you told her, joining her on the porch and closing the door behind you.

It only took you a few minutes to change the exterior light bulbs and rearrange her patio furniture. Then you cocked your head to the side and asked, "Is something beeping?"

Edith sighed. "My smoke detector needs new batteries."

"I'm on it."

She led you inside the sliding glass door, into her kitchen where the beeping was annoying enough that you didn't know how this woman could have slept in the house unless her hearing was starting to slip. Edith told you where you could find a step ladder and new batteries, and once you finished that chore, she started digging around in her purse, pulling out five dollars.

"Thank you for your help," she said, trying to hand it to you as you walked past the piano with the step ladder.

"I am absolutely not accepting your money, Edith. This was the most entertaining part of my day. As long as your arthritis allows it, you can pay Bradley in extra piano lessons when he returns." 

The idea of Norfolk suddenly made you feel anxious, but Edith smiled. "Oh, he's an advanced student. He mostly just plays from memory. I only point out when he's flat instead of sharp."

You weren't sure how long it had been since Bradley checked in with her, but as long as he was allowed to come back to San Diego, you'd make sure he did it more often. "I'll send him over as soon as he gets back."

Edith smiled knowingly. "Something tells me he's not going to want to leave your side right when he gets back. But maybe after a day or two, you could send him over?"

"I'll do that," you told her with a chuckle.

After you walked back across the yard and let yourself inside, you kicked off your shoes and decided to treat yourself with one of Bradley's notes. You'd been trying to ration them, but they were all so tempting. The ones you had already opened were stacked up on the kitchen counter where you could easily find them to read them again and again. You took a few seconds to decide which one felt right, and you settled on Open me when you need a laugh.

Inside the envelope, you found no note at all. There was just one photo, and when you pulled it out, you burst into laughter. Natasha was right; twenty-two year old Bradley was endearingly skinny and mustache-less. He still wore that same grin today, but he really grew into his frame. You marveled over how fresh his scars looked in the picture, deciding to hang it up in the bedroom for now. 

And when you woke up on Sunday, the photo was the first thing you saw.

You reached for your phone thinking you could text Bradley before tossing it aside in frustration. You were frustrated in every way. Mentally and emotionally, but also physically. You missed sleeping next to him most nights. You missed his warmth and the way he kissed you. His strong body and attentive hands.

When you tried to burrow down under the covers in just his sweatshirt to go back to sleep, your skin felt like it was charged. Like there was an undercurrent of need that nothing would soothe except for Bradley.

Open me when you're in bed

That's what one of the envelopes said. You bit your lip before burying your face in Bradley's pillow and moaning. The need was still there, more palpable by the second. You had about an hour before Natasha was supposed to pick you up for brunch and the wine bar; it was the perfect time to read that note.

You ran down the hallway to the coffee table, grabbed the envelope, and took it straight back to bed. Your curiosity had been gnawing away at your mind over what could be in the note meant for the quiet solitude of the bedroom, and now was your chance to find out as you slipped back under the covers.

Gorgeous,

You better be in our bed right now. Maybe you just got home from work. Maybe you're still waking up for the day. Maybe you're ready to fall asleep soon, but you just need something to take the edge off. It doesn't matter, as long as you're thinking about me and my hands all over your body. I hope you're ready to read about how I would take care of you right now.... in an abundance of detail.

You moaned as you looked around the room, wide-eyed like someone was going to catch on to what he had written to you. Desire flared inside you as you squeezed your thighs together and took a few deep breaths before continuing to read.

You're beautiful inside and out. It's no surprise that you really get me going. One thought about the soft swell of your ass or the way you taste when you cum is enough to get me seriously hard. Jerking off while thinking about you is fantastic, but nothing compares to the real thing. Next time I see you, we're taking our time to get reacquainted, but right now, if I could have you, it would be fast and dirty.

"Oh god," you groaned, closing your eyes as you pushed his sweatshirt up, letting cool air meet your warm skin. Then your hand slid down to the apex of your thighs, and you weren't at all surprised to find you were wet.

You look sinful in that bed. I just know it. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. My lips would find your breasts before sampling my way down your belly to that soaking wet pussy. When I say every inch of your body is Gorgeous, I mean it. You've got such a tight, pretty little pussy, and I would love to tease you until you're so worked up, you're practically crying. Just my mouth and fingers until you're begging for my cock, Gorgeous. Go ahead. Beg for it.

"Bradley," you moaned softly, a complete mess for your boyfriend even when he wasn't with you.

Good girl. Now touch yourself just how I'd touch you. Rub yourself just right. Use two of those fingers to warm yourself up and then dip them down inside that perfect pussy. So fucking tight, you drive me insane when I can't be with you. I'd be right above you, singing your praises, telling you how much I love you, and pumping my fingers in and out of that pussy while you whine and beg.

This note was absolutely lethal. You were already close. Sweat beaded on your brow as you stroked your fingers along your clit before pumping them inside you. His name was never far from your lips as you kept reading.

You taste so fucking sweet. I'd run my tongue everywhere until you couldn't stand it. I would eat your pussy until you cum in my mouth. I'd keep going until I couldn't handle how badly I needed you. Then I'd fuck you so hard and fast, you'd have tears in your eyes, voice ragged as my body slapped against yours. Tits bouncing as I bottomed out, holding you in place as I came inside you. And then I would let you know that I'm yours.

I'm all yours, Gorgeous. You absolutely own me.

You were panting, grinding the heel of your hand against your clit as you came. Bradley's note fell from your fingers as your back arched off the bed, and you grabbed the sheet as you cried out. You could hear something familiar mingling with your own voice, but it took you a second to realize your phone was ringing as you writhed around in bed, heart pounding fast from your orgasm. You rolled onto your belly and grabbed your phone as you sucked air into your lungs.

Natasha Trace

Shit. Shit. You tried to get your breathing under control as you answered her call, but you even sounded strange to your own ears as you said, "Hello?"

There was a pause before Natasha asked, "I'm leaving now, and I might stop for a fancy coffee on my way to get you. Do you want something?"

"Sure!" you replied, trying your best to sound casual, but pretty sure you were failing.

"I'll be there soon."

You dropped your phone and reached for the journal instead to let Bradley know just how hard you came for him before you got dressed for the day. 

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"Bradshaw!"

It felt like an almost foreign concept for Bradley to hear his name now. Essentially nobody spoke to him outside of his mandatory meetings, and he'd spent so little time in a cockpit over the last few weeks, he spun around in surprise when someone called him.

Of course it was Admiral Walker. Bradley wasn't sure if he was being punished for what Cyclone had done, but he was hardly given any flight tasks to work on. But now that his deployment was starting to wind down, he realized the danger he was going to be flying into for his mission was much more than he originally anticipated.

"Admiral Walker, Sir?" he replied, saluting his superior officer. He wasn't looking to ruffle any more feathers here as long as it meant he'd be going home to you before too long. He felt sick with longing, missing you so much, especially at night, that he hurt until he was finally able to fall asleep. And then he'd wake up to the same choking feeling all over again the following day.

The older man examined him closely for a few beats before saying, "The weather looks ideal for tomorrow. You're team leader. Be ready to go at first light."

"Yes, Sir," he replied, because there was really nothing else to say. The sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could return home to his house in Coronado where you lived now. Where you were waiting for him. He just needed to get through this safely.

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I hate how isolated he feels. He's not thriving. He's not even eating well. He needs a hug. Gorgeous is enjoying the box of letters even is she is missing him terribly. I think I'll send him home soon. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 22

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[miss0atae]

I had to watch something during the beginning of the week because the BL industry right now thinks we deserve their episodes only from Friday to Sunday and it doesn't sit well with me. So, I decided that since GMMTV is going to bring us the Thai version of Ossan's Love (a version will probably won't be able to see if things work out the same way it did for Cherry Magic TH) I would take the time to watch the OG version.

I have to admit, I'm not a fan of Japanese BLs. In general, I'm not a fan of Japanese TV series. I avoid them because they mostly don't appeal to me. I wouldn't be able to explain exactly why. I think it mostly goes with the pacing of the series or the ugly hairstyles I can't stand (controversial opinion I know). It's probably why I missed some gems after all these years. However, with this new trend of BLs only at the end of the week, it was the perfect time to try all those Japanese BLs series.

I'm glad I decided to try some of them because I really liked some. I was also really let down by many. It's true that we can change our mind about things we thought were set in stone.

When I read the synopsis and saw the trailer of Ossan's Love, I was afraid it would be too silly for me. Comedy is not my favorite genre. There are very few comedies that I like. Unfortunately, I feel that Jpanese comedy is even harder to get than comedy from my own language. Knowing that it was a prominent aspect in the series, I felt like I wouldn't like Ossan's Love and I would drop it quickly. It didn't happen. I didn't like the first episode but it's usually the case with most series so I watched the second one and I was hooked without knowing it. I became invested when I reached the third episode and couldn't wait to see what would happen. Ossan's Love surprised me.

So here are some thoughts I had about the series:

▪️Haruta is... Not easy to appreciate. At first, I couldn't stand him... But behind the silly and goofy acts of him, there was something else and I kind of understand why Maki and Kurosawa were charmed by him. With each episode he grew on me. He was braver and kinder than I thought he would be. He did try his best in the end. He also had less fears and apprehensiveness about his relationship with a man when he decided to commit to his relationship with Maki. I decided I liked him in the end even if sometimes I found him incredibly annoying.

▪️Maki was my favorite character at the beginning. I liked him quickly and I'm always very indulgent towards people I like. I mean I like him despite his atrocious hairstyle (a crime against humanity) and clothes (I couldn't believe other characters thought he was very tasteful). I was a bit disappointed when he decided to break up with Haruta because he felt like despite his love or because of his love, he knew better. I hate when gown ups can't communicate properly especially when they are in a romantic relationship. I don't mind a little drama but Maki was introduced to us as a responsible character. I understand he has some flaws and the series doesn't shy from it but I expected more from him.

▪️ Kurosawa was the character I was ready to not like at all. The age gap is not my favorite trope but it was his higher position in the company that made me uncomfortable. I don't like the boss-employee trope. I always feel like the balance of power is not fair. Luckily, the series doesn't truly dwell on it. Kurosawa was really a comic relief and he was sillier than Haruta who was already too much. His love from Haruta is the beginning of everything that eventually happens. He tried his best to woo Haruta and be there for him but in the end knew it wasn't meant to be. I felt some empathy for him.

▪️I also really liked his wife. She was devastated when she learned about her husband and it wasn't easy for her to learn that he wanted to divorce because he loves a man but in the end she was very understanding and even tried to help him. I also liked her relationship with Kuribayashi.

▪️I had some trouble when it came to Chizu. I thought she would stay the voice of reason to Haruta but then we learnt she also liked him and never found a way to tell him. I hate when the childhood friend has a secret one-sided love for their friend. I don't understand how it's possible. A friend is a friend. Friendship is not a tool to get a love relationship. You can be friends with your lover. I just don't see how you can still love your friend and never tell them you love them especially if it's a friend you've known since you were a child. I may be too harsh. I don't know.

▪️There are many other characters but I won't talk about them because they are less important in the series.

To conclude, I would say I've liked Ossan's Love. I'm not sure I would rewatch it but I will definitely watch the sequel if I can and the Thai Version if we can have it outside of Thailand. It's not in my favorite Japanese BL list but it deserves to be seen. Now, what can I watch?

[deafsignifcantother]

being stuck in the castle with jareth for eternity

♥ summary: free reign over the world, that's what he says. here are some headcanons I have about how this situation would go down, relationship wise

♥ relationships: jareth the goblin king x deaf feminine reader

♥ word count: 851

♥ warnings: reader makes noises

He watches you through his crystal ball, letting it roll back and forth on his fingers, his other hand covering his mouth with an intense concentration. What are you doing, always wandering around in his labyrinth? He should let you get lost. How long would it take you to make your way back? This thought crosses him every time, but he doesn't give in, thinking about how mad at him you would be. He has always been there to protect you, to lead you in the right direction, and to make sure nothing sinister happens.

You have been a part of his world for a while now. At first, you had not made your way out, but he was so intrigued by you that he let you stay with him. He had never met a Deaf person before, neither medically nor culturally.

The two of you hardly communicate with each other. The only way you understand what he is saying is by the way he smiles at you. That smile says a lot: whether he's calling you beautiful or talking to you about how foolish you are. There are other moments when he's sitting on this throne, both hands around your wrists as you stand in front of him, where you can almost read his lips, picking small words from the strings of compliments he throws you way, that playful smile on his face.

He talks to you, even though he knows you can't hear, nor will you ever respond, but he still talks. Whenever he hugs you from behind, he will whisper things into your hair, which you only know because you can feel his sweet breath.

And the dancing - so much dancing. He will grab your hands and start swaying with you. You wonder if there's music, especially when he sings. Is he singing to a rhythm? Is it a song everyone knows - or is it one he makes up, at the moment, for you? Especially in the ballrooms you always find yourself engulfed in. Even though there is no orchestra in your line of sight, you can always imagine how it must sound, with all the different people whispering to each other and all the heels scratching at the marble floor. Or did he make it silent so he could experience the world in your eyes?

None of the creatures in the labyrinth, or the center village, sign. They talk to you the same way he does: not expecting a response, calling you words like simple and cute. Sometimes you want to stomp your feet and force them to learn sign language, but other times, you have a strange acceptance of your situation. It's like the perfect mix of pain and pleasure - everything you ever wanted but with a price.

He loves watching you interact with the goblins. Sometimes, if they're mischievous enough, they'll lead you to a dead-end and then disappear, forcing you to try and find your way back. He watches this all, curiously, wondering how you'll find your way out of the situation. That's when you'll rest your back against a wall and make the cutest whine, calling for him, waiting for your king to appear and rescue you. He can never ignore those calls of yours. They're the only reason he lets those mutts trick you the way they do.

When, after many ions of being with him, he does eventually pick up words in sign language, his accent is magnificent. His fingers shape and flow with such smoothness that it draws you in. He always signs as if he is putting a spell on you. Especially when he says the word beautiful, he signs it more than any other, and it's always with him gazing deeply into your eyes.

He will sign the word queen with his free hand open, gesturing to you while he shows you a toothy smile. You just have to give him a mocking bow. No matter how much you hate it, you can't help but smile at him. He has grown on you. Whether it's the way he holds you at night: with his head against the headboard, the top half of his body propped up as he nests you in the crevice of his arm, or the way he touches you as if you are not a prized possession but a human, one capable of declining his wishes or asking for more.

Your dancing with him progressed into something mutual very slowly. At first, it was him grabbing you, moving back and forth at a moderate speed, where you'll rest your head against his chest. And then, as time went by, the two of you will lock fingers and bounce across the flooring, with him dipping you and spinning you all around.

And after you taught him how to clap in sign language, he will force all the goblins to do the motion every time you enter a room. A bunch of fluttering fingers greet you when you wake up in the mornings. And every morning, you bow, dramatically, smiling while you do so.

[nonokoko13]

Child!reader being adopted by spy x family characters Pt. 2

As I said in the previous part, these adoption headcanons are really specific, including your hypothetical pronouns and name; these two are extra so you can imagine yourself with your name and desired gender. You can ask for less specific headcanons if you want too. Part 1 here

Enjoy!

Sylvia Sherwood

How you met

She carries the responsibility of WISE, she needs to be committed to it. More than ever now that the peace was threatened every day by those who wanted war to arise again

She missed her family, but she overcame it. Just like the HQ she had to be impenetrable

At least, that's what she thought

Because right in front of her there was the question which answers she wanted to hear. A kid.

It would be normal to see one if she wasn't at the HQ

It didn't help no one knew there was a kid there until you spoke up

The camera system didn't record you and there wasn't any entrance to the agency that had been forced. You weren't any employee's kid either

After scolding them and order to search your parents she met you again

"Hello little one. May I ask you how did you get in here?"

You smiled, seeming to have been waiting her to ask

"Because I like to play and explore! And I'm really good at hide and seek"

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. No matter how well someone was good at hiding there was no way you could break into the HQ; it sounded surrealistic

"But how did you find this place?"

"Because it was easy to find"

"Don't you think you could end bad breaking into unknown places?"

"If I don't know what isthis place how I'd know that?"

Fair enough

That conversation wasn't going anywhere, yet she was angrier with the security staff than you. You didn't look worried though

You gave her an idea

"Do you want to play with me?"

Both entered in the nearest police station, she talked with the officers before telling you to count until 1000 while she was going to hide. You started the count facing a wall

She felt bad, but there were some traffickers she had to catch before they made the exchange

She was following their car; everything fine until she believed to see a small hand greeting her from the car's trunk

She returned to the police station to find out that moments later of her departure you disappeared without anyone realizing. She went to the point where the delivery would be made

Outside the abandoned warehouse there was no signal that you were there until she saw you getting out from under the car on the other side

Something caused a shooting that would make the police come and caught her at any moment. The bands kept shooting at each other while you were behind a transport container

"What were you thinking?! I told you to stay with the police!"

"I'm sorry, I counted until I know, then I saw you following the car, so I followed too. But before they caught me I hid in there...I'm sorry..." You pulled out a walkie-talkie

"I got two from the police station. I left one in there so the others thought the guys of that car were betraying them, it should have worked to scape with no bad guys seeing us"

She was impressed. However, there was no time to ask where you learn that from

Analyzing the situation the principal scape was blocked, fortunately they hadn't noticed you yet so–

You pulled her shirt, pointing somewhere else

"Let's get out"

General headcanons

Sylvia was still surprised that your plan of exiting through a rear window she hadn't seen and walk away without hurry could work

She stopped walking to watch you smash the walkie-talkie and take out some matches to burn it

"Now they can't find footprints!"

The police may not get answers about it but she had many questions for you

She lied to you about the HQ, after the shooting her lie was on the floor. Thenceforth Sylvia's not able to tell if you were playing along and keeping her secret or you have no idea what's all about

You thought her name was Handler. When you knew she was called Sylvia Sherwood you pointed your hoody logo and say "S of Super, you're superman–Superwoman!"

That's how she begun to be mistaken with an endearing mother and her son. She was superwoman and you "kid", because you said that's how you were called, along with child, shrimp, demon...

"That's unacceptable". She handed you lists of names to choose, unfortunately no one convinced you

It wasn't until you two went to a jewelry store that you found the name

The casual way you break in HQ when you want still frustrates her, how do you do it?? You don't see big deal though

Fullmetal lady didn't remember how tough was motherhood

Anyone would freak out if they found out about spies. Yet there you are, admiring flying guys in underpants

Sylvia asked you about your family, but you always tell the same: you lived with dad until he left you with a woman that he said was your mom

The Handler found out your father is a repeat offender, currently on a maximum security prison in another country. Both him and the woman without offspring legally

"Please, don't tell me one of his criminal records is jailbreaking"

The informant doubted "Actually, that's the main one"

"..."

The Forgers

Scenario where it's up to both of them to adopt you. To keep Loid's mental sanity safe it will be independent of the timeline where Yor has a kid on her own, feel free to imagine both kids being Anya's siblings at the same time. You can ask me to include that idea if I write more about this

How you met

As I said before Twilight wouldn't adopt anyone due his job, only one kid for Operation Strix and that was Anya. For now Yor didn't want more kids, she loves Anya and that's enough for them

Not for Anya. She wanted a little sibling

All started talking with Becky when Damian mentioned his brother. Back at home she brought the topic and neither Pa or Ma were giving her an answer of where babies come from

That's when she begun to feel like being a sister. Any plan helped her to convince her parents though

Anya remembered something Mr Henderson told them. "If you want something, take it into your own hands"

And she took it too seriously

Next day Anya and Bond disappeared, she was in the dogs park with Yor

While Mrs Forger panicked Anya had returned to the place she met Twilight

As the time passed the Forgers worried more. When they found Anya and Bond at their building's door they felt relieved

Your presence didn't make things better

They asked Anya where she had been and where did you come from. She said she adopted you

Of course Anya wasn't going to say she broke into an orphanage and took you

Loid's scolding made you cry

"Anya, we aren't adopting–"

"If she's not my sister I won't go to school ever again!!"

"Just for a trial period" that's what Loid hoped

General headcanons

Loid thought babies were easy because it's unnecessary (more impossible) communication with a living being that can't talk; after all babies only have basic needs. He was wrong

It would be easier if you could talk. Why are you crying? You have eaten! Are you sad? Cold? You dislike him?

Yor is not better either. Because her parents died when Yuri was a kid Yor didn't have experience with changing diapers, or anything related with babies

She was more scared than Loid to the point she didn't want to hold you. She broke Yuri's ribs with a hug when he was a toddler, what if she kills you with few contact?

In less than 24 hours you already had a crib and all kinds of things a baby would need. However, having three bedrooms and parents sleeping in separate rooms meant all your things ended in Anya's room

You cried at night until they discovered you calmed down when Anya let you a plushie to hug

She can't wait for the day pa and ma share bed to take back her bedroom

The second night Anya had an idea

Ma is scared of being your mom, solution? Leave you in her bed while Yor is asleep imagining that would work

Thanks God Yor doesn't move much when sleeping. On the other hand Yor is a light sleeper due not being used to sleep with someone so she woke up minutes later

She almost jump out of the bed, realizing that would make you cry made her contain. You groaned, did she wake you up? Yor wasn't sure of holding you, instead she laid down again and approached you to her chest

Seeing you so peaceful by her side melted her, thinking about it you looked a bit like her and Loid.. She blushed at the embarrassing thought

Bold of them to not imagine that's why Anya chose you

In the morning Loid discovered what happened and had a little words with Anya during breakfast before she went to school

Yor went to work and he decided to take a day off from his work to spend the morning with you. The Handler said the first days you should see them to recognize faces

Walks with Bond, buying toys, trying to teach you sign language...Normal stuff

Loid is glad you don't do anything but sleep and eat, except your obsession with munching. When you first kissed Yor he found it normal until you munched her cheek and now you do that to everyone; probably you're teething

Yor found it really cute, but you shouldn't go kissing and chewing cheeks. Anya thinks is funny just don't try to chew her hair again please

Another problem came with names. Loid was going through a list of 850 names in alphabetical order, meanings included; Yor didn't take it to the extreme

"Hum, what about Rose? I think it's a cute name, I mean it's both decision and I'm not good with names Loid–"

Welcome to the family Rose

A spy, an assassin, a telepath and... Well, a baby. Seems like a good mix

Yor Briar

As we know Twilight only would adopt for Operation Strix's sake. Yor became mother by marrying Loid, but what if she had already a kid before being Mrs Forger?

Inspired by this post of @say-seira

How you met

Long ago before Twilight adopted the identity of Loid Forger, the Briars moved to a flat in Berlint

While the eldest sibling had recently become an adult Yuri was only a kid, Yor decided to move to the city so he had nearer his school. It was possible due her proper salary as Thorn Princess

This change would make her job easier too. She had a new client which death could pay Yuri's entrance to a good university

There was a politician who negotiated with terrorists, helping them to get into Ostania and providing them with weapons in exchange to gain good propaganda abroad and getting rid of competition

Knowing this was enough to make Yor's blood boil. He deserved to die, she was sure of it

Struggling with the security around him, Yor finally killed the target without leaving trace

The only inconvenience was a bad injury made by a bullet that she received. After removing the bullet the wound got worse

She went to the hospital to avoid an infection. In the waiting room she met a kind lady, Yor swore that she had seen her before

The woman was scared, but Yor reassured her she will wait her

While Yor was attended the girl was taken to another room. As she promised, Yor waited in the hall after her wound was treated; with a buttoned medical gown on because she didn't want to attract more attention due the bandaged wound in sight

Time passed and many people enter and exit from the room, but she didn't. A nurse carrying something mistook her for one of the staff and scolded her for standing there

"Here, take the baby to the nursery"

"Me? But— wait! What about the woman? Is she okay?"

From afar she heard the answer, but before Yor could explain the error the woman had left. She was shocked, how? She seemed fine

Against her will the dark-haired looked at the lump she was holding: rosy cheeks babbling in dreams, you were in peace

Her shock grew when she saw you shared the username that the man she killed had. That's why the woman was familiar: she was the politician's daughter

Yor searched someone who hand the baby when she recognized the doctor that guided the woman to the room, he was talking with a masked nurse

The fact they went to a private place and maintained their voices low made her suspect

"Did you take care of the mother?" the nurse asked

"Yes, they got ahead of us with her father but I think they will pay us anyway. When they found it was a medical negligence we'll be far from here"

Yor understood they were assassins as well, probably paid by a rival. Luckily they hadn't seen her yet

"Heh, do you they will pay more if we got rid of the baby?"

Yor left the hospital with you, unsure of what to do. Did you have more relatives? The widowed politician didn't have more kids, and your mother came alone. What if they wanted to kill the rest of the family?

A small hand grabbed hers, and every fear disappeared. Looking at each other, she knew you were safer with her. Perhaps it was only guilt or sympathy, but she would try

General headcanons

The moment Yuri saw Yor holding you was in disbelief. Yor said she found you in the streets and he believed it

At first he tried to convince her sister to leave you in a orphanage but once scolding was enough to cease

Still disliking you for the first months. It took some time until he saw you like one of his family

Yuri helped, although they had a rough time because you refused to eat Yor's purees. Your endurance might grew up to make you the only person who can eat her food without bleeding but it doesn't mean you like its flavor

She viewed you as a sibling until you were two, being called mom made Yor too happy to correct you. Yuri was just Yuri, you never feel like using formalities with him or addressing "Uncle" everytime you talked

Yor decided to let your belongings, it was better that way. When you were older, and only if you wanted, she would tell you the truth

She's bad with names, Rose was the only name she could think of but you're a boy. Yor's parents loved that Yuri and her had matching names, therefore you would be the sweet addition to it

The only name I could think of is Yuu because it's gender neutral and means "you" sorry

During the first year of your life she didn't try to hide the blood of her clothes from you. Yuri never suspected either and you wouldn't remember it when you grow up

Your lack of childhood amnesia was something she didn't have in count. Not that she knows you know anyway

Yor has been training you since you were able to walk, if she wasn't there when you needed at least you would be ready to defend yourself. Proud to say you're her strong boy

That said, if the assassins that tried to killed you found were you lived it's something you ignore. Being the protective mother Yor is they could be dead by now

Six years later, it was still Yor and you against the world, with Yuri being the only paternal figure you had. Before one day she met a man and everything changed

She said he will help her by accompanying her to a party so Yuri stopped worrying about her. She said it would be one night, and the next morning you woke up with Yor waiting to talk with you

In part she accepted because of you; you passed the Eden exam before knowing you needed a dad for it. That requisite seemed stupid for you, as you reassured her you could go to any other school; now you would be accepted into the best school!

You agreed and started packing. What else you could do? The decision was made before you were asked anyway, and you didn't want to argue with your mom because she was doing it for your future too

Of course it affected you. No matter how nice they were it was a huge change; in one day you had to move to a new place which didn't feel like home and live with strangers who you'll have to share mom with isn't easy

Anya was nervous too, but for different reasons. She was so excited to meet her soon-to-be sibling! For her, who was an orphan last week, having a pa, a ma and a friend to play with was great

Her expectations went down when she read your mind. You didn't think bad of them, but excited wasn't the word to describe your emotional state either

Loid may not be good at understanding children, but it was clear for him you wasn't comfortable. For him would be weirder if you didn't seem affected at all

On the contrary, Yor seemed cool with all of this to you. Even without any idea of how to be a wife or mother for Anya she enjoyed her time as Forger, which confused you a bit

Yor is happier, not only because she didn't have to worry about the SSS or Yuri anymore. They make her happier, it's just matter of time she could fall for Loid and have a baby that was her own, real kid

Being sure Yor loves you and your new family want you to feel welcomed doesn't make disappear the feelings you carry with. Still, if mom is happy you prefer to keep it to yourself and try to maker her smile too

If it wasn't because Yuri hates the idea of her sister hiding her marriage for a year and sympathized your situation he would have laughed at the irony when you told him during your uncle-nephew walk the next day of his meeting with "Loiloi"

He doesn't know they got married before you attended school so he assumed you had been holding it for a long time. He passed his fingers through your hair

"I understand it's difficult, but I'll be for you whenever you need me"

+ Honorable mention to compensate you for the mild ansgt without warning

Daybreak

We don't know much about him but I included this dork for fun

Thinking about "Daybreak" and "parenthood" makes anyone's mind stopped working

Mainly because it's difficult to say which one would be the child

Not "How you met headcanons" because he wouldn't be able to adopt to begin with

From what we saw in chapter 27 he seems to live alone, depending on his amazing spy career to afford pork steak for dinner. So he must not live too good given that after his first mission he was fired

If he had a child, it would be likely because of a previous relationship he had and didn't end well

He didn't adopt you. You're his biological kid, the only not adopted of this gang

Sorry we can't choose our family good luck ig

Not necessarily ended bad, even remaining as friends, your mother took a different path and is happily married with another man

If she knew he wanted to be a spy either thought "it's a joke" or *sigh*

She was who brought money in the relationship, now you live with her and your step-dad but at the beginning you didn't want to

Daybreak talked with you and promised you could visit each other and even live with him when he could afford it

They don't get it

Who would take care of him? The idea of living on his own was frightening to you

Imagine being father and is your kid who worries about whether pops know how to pay taxes without mom

You took after him in terms of appearance. Any signal of intelligence was from your mother

Average smart but surely smarter than him

Probably he thanked God that you were a boy. He will love whatever you are but he was relieved of saving himself of buying female products when you were on that time of the month and guide you through puberty

As much as he says to be a charming man he's not good with women either so

Your name is Sunny. Guess who chose it

Probably you see him more on weekends than during the week

Until you showed him Spy Wars he didn't have no idea that existed such good series

Of course not cooler than the legend he is but Daybreak jokes about how reading that and seeing your cool pops in action would make you half as good spy as he is someday

Quite sad is that your common sense along with the things you see on TV are enough to be better spy material

You try to watch it with him to see if he learns something

Unsure of what you'll be in the future but in the mean time you had fun watching cartoons and liking kids stuff like dinosaurs and skateboard

Current status: Busy with your first year at school and getting him out of trouble

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Jelly! I've been looking up Makaton since I saw your response to my demand haha

I didn't know anything about this! The fact that it goes beyond the deaf community and instead to many different people that have trouble communicating makes it so moving to me!

If you're comfortable with it only, I'd love a little content of this from you! Since some of the conditions I see might be triggering and upsetting, maybe some post war Levi bit? Where reader is trying to teach him after his accident?

And since I'm a sucker for fluff, some type of happy or hopeful ending.

Only if you want! <3

Hiiiii! I'm on it <3 I have a little something with post-war Levi and the reader. The idea is the reader is injured and needs to learn sign language and Levi learns it so he can talk to her again because he has feelings for her. It's going to be FULL of fluff.

I'll show you I love you.

Pairing: Levi x Deaf!Reader

Genre and tags: romance, falling in love, confessions, post-war Levi and pre-war Levi, long romance, the reader in injured, the reader has lost hearing, sign language, fluff, happy ending, cannon world.

Concept: During the attack to capture Zeke and stop Reiner and Bertholdt, the reader gets injured when Bertholdt transforms. Levi is devastated at losing Erwin, but he also finds out that you, the woman he secretly loves, has been hurt. Levi stays by your side during your recovery, but you are taking your injury hard. Your ear and neck are burned on one side and your hearing has gone from the explosion. You snap emotionally and don't let Levi near you for a while, then you allow him back to see you when you're better mentally. The two of you get close, but then he has to go to war. You can't go to fight with him, so you wait. Levi returns to you hurt, but you two find a light in the dark. You joke around about him missing two fingers, therefore his sign language is a little funny. You both make the most of your life and love each other.

Note for readers: Whenever they use sign language the writing will look like this.

Panic and heartbreak. Levi was in a constant state of both of these feelings. He'd watched his best friend die, saw his dear friend injure her eye and now he'd discovered that you were in the hospital. He needed to say goodbye to Erwin, but he also wanted to check on you. Levi had fallen for you and had loved you for a long time. You'd joined Hange's team a while back.

You were the communicator between Hange and the other groups, so you were often rushed off your feet like Moblit was. Levi spent a lot of time with you and you two became joined at the hip. However, he had to stop being around you so much when Eren joined and then new cadets signed up to the scouts. He had to train the kids before he could be around you. You'd both sit on the roof of the base together drink tea, or booze as you stared at the stars.

Levi treasured you and your moments together. You were his everything and he'd be lost without you.

He made his way to the hospital, then gave your name. He followed the nurse to your room to see you sleeping in bed with the right side of your face bound up and blood on the bandage. Your left ear was also covered up and blood was seeping into it. Your right was bound up as well, which meant you'd been burned up badly.

He sat down and put his head in his hands. He'd been so focused on getting Zeke, that he wasn't there to protect you and it killed him. He lifted his head when the doctor arrived. He watched them check on you, then note down everything and change your meds. Levi waited patiently because you getting better was a priority for him.

Levi cleared his throat when he saw his chance. "How is she?"

The doctor sighed. "Well Captain, she's strong. She's fighting this."

"Good." He looked at you and watched the nurse change your bandages showing off your bloodied and charred skin. "Oh, God."

The doctor placed his hand on Levi's shoulder. "The burns look worse than they actually are. I'm certain they will heal up no problem." He looked at you. "Main concern is her ears. She hasn't been awake long enough for us to see if she can hear, if not she's going to have to learn sign language.

Levi nodded as he fought tears. "Yeah. Ah, do you have a book on sign language? I want to learn some things just in case."

The doctor nodded. "Of course, follow me."

Levi took the book from the doctor when they went to his office. Levi studied the book and practised with Hange a little to make sure he had everything perfect. Levi wanted to talk to you. He wanted to communicate his feelings to you as much as possible. He wanted you to feel comfortable. He knew you'd been awake for a while, so he was giving you space to adjust and to heal.

He visited you finally with flowers in hand. Levi couldn't wait to see you and talk to you. He wanted to see how you were doing if you were well and if you wanted to go home with him after it was safe. Levi wanted to look after you and be your personal nurse.

You looked up at Levi as he entered your room. You smiled brightly at finally seeing him. Levi was your first visitor and you had feelings for him, so it was the best of both worlds for you. Your smile slowly dropped when Levi's mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. You watched his lips, but you couldn't figure out what he was saying to you.

Levi sat on the chair and showed you the flowers. "I got these for you. I thought it'd cheer you up." He frowned a little, then he said your name. "I was so scared when I heard about you. You deserve better, you really do." He blushed a little. "I have to confess brat. I was worried about you so much because I can't lose you. I'm in love with you." He looked you in the eyes to see you were crying. "What's wrong?"

You covered your ears, then uncovered them. You repeated this over and over. You cried hard, but you couldn't hear your own cries of anguish. You hit your ears with balled-up fists in frustration. You missed hearing Levi say your name. You wanted to so badly hear him say it again, but there was just nothing. You didn't even hear ringing in your ears, it was just nothing.

Levi grabbed your hands and stopped you from hitting yourself further. "Stop." He cupped your face. "You really can't hear, can you?" He took your hand and placed it around his neck so you could feel the vibrations of his voice. He said your name and saw you gasp at feeling him speak. He smiled at you. "I'll help you. I swear."

You pulled back from Levi and smiled a little. You stared at the flowers, then signed badly because you were still learning. "For me?"

Levi nodded. "Yes. I could sign, but nodding is easier." He handed the flowers over to you. "For you."

You smiled and hugged them, then you looked to Levi. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You bit your lip and hummed, then you frowned. "You." You winced a little as you tried to remember. "You look." You didn't know how to sign good, so you gave him the thumbs up.

Levi smiled at you. "Thank you."

You welled up a little, then rubbed your tears. You felt so trapped and useless. "Sorry."

Levi sat on the bed, then held your hands tightly. He kissed your hands to comfort you, but you kept crying. "How the hell do I fix this. I've got to do something better." Levi looked to your nurse coming in. "Are you here to change her bandages?"

The nurse nodded. "Yes. They're not so bad now, but we still have to cover them."

You pulled from Levi's touch and panicked. You didn't want him to see you this way. You thought you were broken and he deserved better. "Go."

Levi frowned. "Go?"

You nodded and looked away from him as you felt embarrassed. "Sorry."

The nurse smiled. "I think she doesn't want you to see her this way. I know you care about her, but she just wants some space. You have to remember, one minute she was fighting with others, then the next there was a bang and she wakes up here with no hearing and burns on her."

Levi stood up. "You're right. I'll come back another time." Levi smiled and waved to you.

You sniffed, then waved back.

Levi left you and went back to work with the scouts for the day. He returned the next day but was told he couldn't see you. Levi was angry at first and demanded to see you, but the hospital informed him that you had asked for him to not see you. You'd left him a letter asking him to give you time. You said you needed to heal up and face what has happened to you. You appreciated him and everything he did, but you were finding this hard and needed to focus.

Levi gave you your space but kept learning sign language for when you welcomed him back. He was told you had healed up and he paid for you to be moved to a nice home for recovering soldiers. Levi wanted you to be with him, but he understood you wanted to be independent. He kept writing to you this whole time and you both were apart for a year. It wasn't perfect, but he was glad you wrote to him and didn't give up on him. You might have hidden away physically, but you didn't connection wise.

He was shocked when you walked into his office one day all by yourself with no helper. You were wearing such a cute long skirt with an adorable top. Your skin was shiny on the right side of your neck and ear area, along with parts of your right arm and hand. You'd healed well. You were looking around his office with a present and flowers in hand. You looked over to him and put everything on the desk.

Levi stood up and looked over the items, then smiled at you. Levi blushed. "Thank you. These for me?"

You nodded. "I'm saying thank you for everything you've done for me."

Levi opened the present to see it was rare tea. "Thank you. Do you want some?"

You nodded to him and smiled. You took a seat on his sofa and watched Levi closely. You couldn't call out to him and talk casually, so you had to wait until he was looking at you for you to say something. You didn't mind though, because it meant you could both think about what to say to each other.

Levi was a little flustered and wasn't sure what to say. The letters you both sent to each other were romantic in nature full of feelings, so it was a little nerve-wracking for him. He hurried over to you and handed you your tea, then he sat and smiled at you.

You smiled back, then put your hand under his cup and lifted.

Levi blushed. "Oh! Drink." He winced at not signing. "Sorry."

You hummed a laugh. "It is okay."

He sighed, then sipped his tea and hummed. He couldn't believe tea could taste this good. He put his cup down. "Best tea ever."

"Good." You blushed a little. "Do you still want a tea shop?"

He nodded, then blushed when he took the plunge. "I want you to run it with me. Will you?"

You nodded and felt happy. Life in the scouts was over for you, so you had to think of the future. "I'll do stock taking."

"Perfect."

You picked up your tea, then sipped it. You blushed a little at how quiet it was. You shuffled a little closer to Levi, then you leaned over and kissed his cheek. You blushed when Levi turned his head and gazed at you. You blushed even more, then you downed your tea and slammed it on the table. You stood up and went to leave.

Levi grabbed your wrist, then stood up and pulled you to face him. "Did you mean it?" He turned your head when you looked away. "Look at me. Do you mean the kiss?"

You nodded shyly.

Levi held your arms and pulled you closer. He made you look at him again. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded loads.

Levi smiled a little, then lightly kissed your lips. He sighed at finally being able to kiss you. He cupped the back of your neck, then nipped your lip and deepened the kiss to a half open mouthed kiss. He enjoyed and melted in this moment. He pulled back and lightly kissed your lips.

You placed your fingers on your lips as you blushed at feeling Levi's lips and tongue still. You smiled a little. "That was a perfect kiss. I enjoyed it. Can we do it more?"

Levi laughed and nodded. "I like you. I've liked you for a while."

"Me too." You bit your lip and smiled. "No more running. I want you and me."

Levi kissed you lightly and smiled. "I want you to live with me. I'll take care of you and we can be in a romantic relationship together."

You nodded a lot and welled up as you did. You hugged Levi tightly and gripped his back tightly.

Levi hugged you back, then let out a long happy sigh. Levi and you spent the rest of your time together in pure bliss. You moved in with him and he took great care of you the whole time. You both knew a war was coming, but you had to make the most of your time together. Your first time in the bedroom was a little challenge, because you could only talk through sign, but it did turn out wonderful. It soon became perfect because the sex was very sensual.

You and Levi talked about marriage and kids, but you wanted to wait for the war to be over. The war shook you and Levi. You struggled to let him go when he was being sent away. You held onto him so tightly, then you released him and promised you'd wait. You did exactly as you promised and waited for him. While he was gone, you worked hard on setting up a tea shop, so you could open up as soon as Levi returned to you.

When Levi came back, you were in shock at first because of the state he was in. You suddenly became his carer and helped him while his knee wasn't working correctly. You even helped him when he practiced walking to train his knee again. You saw Levi was emotional about being hurt, but you understood because you'd been there. You knew how he felt. So, you lightened the mood when you could.

You sat in yours and Levi's garden with a cup of tea as you both enjoyed the sun. You smiled at Levi. "Are you okay?"

"I'm alright. Knee is stiff."

You snorted a laugh. "It's like you have a lisp."

Levi growled. "Tch, you little shit."

"I'm not a little shit."

Levi's eyes widened. "You heard me?"

You shook your head and tapped your lips. "I read your lips."

Levi hummed in thought, then looked right at you and said your name. "I love you."

You gasped, then welled up at seeing him say it. "I love you too." You sniffed and built up the courage to speak. "I. Love. You. Levi."

Levi smiled at you. "That sounded perfect."

You took Levi's hands, then kissed them all over. You leaned closer and kissed Levi. "So, you still want kids?"

Levi blushed hard, then nodded. "I would love kids."

You grinned at him. "Then lets start trying."

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what’s your favourite animal!!! and i wanna know cool facts too

and do y o u have a pet?

CATS! CATS! ALWAYS CATS!

Cool facts yes

So did you know that cats don't meow to communicate with each other? Only kittens meow to complain and get the attention of their mothers, but as they grow up they stop meowing and they communicate through their body language. The reason why domestic cats meow is because they learned that humans respond well to that. So they're basically talking in baby speech because we think it's cute. They're saying "I am little baby take care of me" and we're weak for cute things so we do it. Also, each cat learns to meow differently based on what gets a better reaction from their owners. So your cat's meow may change based on how you react.

But cats still do communicate primarily through body language! And one of the easiest ways you can see this is through the position of their tails. When a cat's tail is straight up and curling slightly at the end, that means they're happy or content. That's a good tail. When their tail is hanging about halfway, that means they're unsure. So with my cat, when she's waiting for me to follow her, her tail hangs down a bit, but once I start walking towards her and she knows I'm coming, her tail springs right back up!

I do have a pet! She's a cat! (surprise surprise!) her name is Purrshia, I love her to pieces, she's currently asleep on the pile of clothes in my bedroom, she makes me so happy, I love her so much.

Cats can't see red! This is different from human color blindness, I think humans have 3 cones in their eyes and cats only have 2 and that's why. Not entirely sure about the cone thing though, I should do more research into that.

In feral cat colonies, all the mama cats will raise their kittens together and the older kittens from previous litters will hang around and basically be older siblings and learn how to take care of the little ones.

Cats eat their placentas after giving birth because they're full of nutrients and giving birth is very taxing and in the wild they need every scrap of energy they can get.

Kittens in the same litter can have different fathers depending on how many males mated with the mama cat.

You probably know this one, but when a cat slow blinks at you, it's their way of saying they love you. It's a sign of trust and affection. It's often compared to blowing a kiss. So they're called kitty kisses! And if you blink slowly back, sometimes they'll do it back again and you can keep trading blinks.

Similarly, if a cat seems agitated or annoyed or mad at you, you can blink slowly at them. Eye contact is taken as a challenge with cats so this your way of saying "I don't want to fight, I'm submitting to you". If you do stare at your cat too long, they'll probably swat you.

Cats and dogs have no instincts regarding each other and their body language is very different. So when they first meet, they don't know how to react and will often get confused. But as they become friends, they learn to understand the other and then they get along great!

Cats basically domesticated themselves. They moved into farmers' barns and the farmers would feed them to get them to stay so they'd scare off mice. And then they moved into the houses and adapted to humans and now here we are! Cats aren't as domesticated as dogs or even horses and still have a lot of wild instincts that they've kept simply because they didn't need to get rid of them.

Cats can twist in the air so they'll always land on their feet. You can drop them like half an inch and they'll still land on their feet, it's so cool. I don't remember how the science behind this works but it's really interesting so I highly recommend looking it up!

Cats sweat through their feet, that's part of why they knead things. Part of it is that it's a leftover behavior of kneading their mama's bellies to get milk, but it's also how they scent-mark you. when a cat kneads you, they're basically saying "you are mine now, you belong to me". So it's a sign of affection! They'll also use this to scent mark their favorite napping places.

Cats like to eat grass and also corn husks. Purrshia looooves corn husks to much. A little bit can actually be good for their digestion but they shouldn't have too much. But cats who live outside will often chew on grass. You can also buy cat grass that's harder than normal grass and they like to chew on it.

Catnip! The scent of catnip makes cats playful and energetic. With some cats, it can actually overstimulate and make them aggressive (this happens with Purrshia). When a cat actually eats catnip, that's when they get drowsy and all affectionate. Purrshia doesn't like to eat catnip but the smell makes her aggressive so we just keep it away from her. And we don't buy her catnip scented toys.

[adversaryss]

Oh are we sharing Mirage HCs? Because I would love if Aias' island is this wintery forest scape that you have to traverse full of Riftwolves and those stationary 'dead enemy' set pieces you sometimes come across in game, probably some children's toys and random furniture as well which is an unsettling sort of contrast.

The entry-exit pattern is similar to Mona's pools in that there is a crack in the earth that you have to jump down every time, very deep and completely black so you can't even see the bottom of it. When returning to the 'forest', you have to locate a key item in the nature maze before jumping back down.

The overall theme of the 'dream world' would be more like Fischl's, a Snezhnayan Winter Wonderland, very bright and colorful and themed around various fairytales/folktales, with many items floating at odd angles as if they've been frozen in time while falling. Resembles the cave system in Dragonspine specifically, lots of snow and icicles and multi-level platforming.

It is actually not that scary looking at all, a lot of the 'enemies' are actually just cardboard cutouts that look like children's drawings of various monsters and you have to play tag with them (i.e. move through a room without being touched by the cutouts that are moving in patterns.) It gets progressively harder with more and more monsters being added, but using a stationary slingshot with limited ammo, you can carve out a specific path to run through.

(There are cut-outs of other children as well, but they cannot be interacted with or played with. They are situated in odd places that are difficult for the player to access and seem to be always facing/watching the player wherever you are in a given area. It makes one wonder: What does he really fear? What cannot be escaped or overcome?)

Another key feature is gravity-flipping areas like Kazuha's, but the interactable item is a snow-globe that you have to flip/shake. Collectable key items are torn fragments of pages from a diary and once you've found all the pieces of a page, you have to put them together in a jigsaw puzzle sort of looking overlay to trigger a narrator's voiceover and progress. (Vague symbolism for his communication/verbal issues as a child.)

The early ones detail the 'protagonist's' childhood aspirations for adventure and his overflowing curiosity for the world around him, as well as his love for his family, but his pervasive childhood self-doubts, social anxiety, and urgency end each passage as well. Phrases like 'He needs to become stronger,' 'Because a real hero wouldn't-', 'Everyone will love him once he-', etc.

The Abyss Era is detailed more abstractly and presented as an adventure, with the little adventurer passing through the 'Dark World' and facing hardships, meeting a Master (Skirk), and eventually obtaining various pieces of 'dark armor' that protect him and make him blend in with the environment. The game of tag now includes invulnerability shadows that you can wait in for the most opportune moment to move. Narrator language shifts from 'real hero' to 'true warrior' with various dogmas Aias learned from Skirk sprinkled in (such as, 'A true warrior never deliberates unduly over their choice of weapon, nor do they do so over the food they eat.')

After escaping the Dark World, the narrator applauds the boy for becoming so strong and overcoming his previous weakness. He no longer concerns himself with petty worries and can defeat anything in his path. Around this time, the game of tag mechanic flips and the opponents become the children cutouts that now actively avoid the player. You have to chase them all down and attack them, destroying them, to complete the challenge within the time-limit. The moral of the story is that power comes with a price, and once the protagonist returns to the 'Light World', he has become the monster others fear.

The whole world is his to explore now, but he can never return home.

[oksana-moods]

Supernova

Summary: As the seasons passes you by, it is inevitable for you to watch the fall.

A/N: This is an AU requested by the darling @multi-muse-transect and you might find it in here. This request filled me with joy and worries at the same time, because it was hard to create a visible story in my head before trying to write it down. But I really enjoyed all the research about Nova Corps, hence it took me a little more than intended.

Warnings: Language, marvel’s canon violence… if there is any other that I should mention, please, let me know.

“You take my breath away. You're a supernova and I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon.”

#not my pic

Carol is at a window looking at the sculptures and other buildings of Hala, she’s just arrived from a mission against Kree insurgents. ‘They're like weeds’, she thinks. No matter how hard she fights or fights back, they always come back and never learn that against the Empress they will never succeed.

The lights are beautiful in Hala, but they will never compare to the lights of the Old Earth. She takes a look at the latest reports of her home planet's reconstruction on the table beside her and sighs, knowing that New Earth will soon be ready.

Years ago, Ronan attacked Earth with the intention of destroying Carol and he did, in fact, destroy her heart. Even though she could absorb and redirect energy, she failed to destroy all the missiles before they hit the ground and then it was over. And the beginning at the same time.

Completely possessed by the grief of losing her home and loved ones, Carol went hunting for the Kree and, more importantly, for the Supreme Intelligence and, one by one, Carol brought down her tormentors until she became the Empress of Kree, residing in Hala.

Her patrols to different galaxies have been reduced as she monitors the Kree group responsible for rebuilding the Earth, chases mutineers and still rules the Empire. Her Empire. There's not even time for karaoke, she thinks, as her eyes follows a shooting star across the night sky of her capital.

Her eyes narrow when said shooting star seems to take a route, rather than a random path, because it is a celestial body without navigation. This shooting star is, in fact, very different, she observes. And, almost a second late, she notices that someone is heading right for her.

Taking her by surprise, you hit the balcony glass as if it were nothing and saw Carol's body hurl against the wall with the impact of your body. Not even spending a breath, it's your turn to be hurled against the wall when Carol fights back even harder than you.

You fight, exchange punches and blows. You notice that she's slightly surprised to find a worthy opponent, something that's still unheard of. Until today. Until you.

And that intrigues her, how could someone be so powerful without her knowing?

"Did the Kree insurgents send you?" She asks after you collide on Hala’s sky, the noise and vibrations being felt even in buildings far away from the fight.

"No." You answer. “I was sent by Nova Prime to deal with you” You barely finish your sentence, and you attack Carol again, but she's confused. She had heard of Nova Prime when she was still a Kree soldier. When she fought for the wrong side.

She then looks at you once more. She takes in the clothes you're wearing and your helmet, which covers your eyes with a blueish light but leaves your chin bare. The symbol that resembles a star painted in red on your golden helmet indicated what you are. Nova Corp. You are a corpsman.

A bright, gold insignia in a form of three circles linked in your chest shines even in the dark, showing her that you’re not an ordinary corpsman, but a Centurion. You are Nova Corps’ Commander. Okay, that explain why you’re so powerful.

"What do you want with me?" She asks without the slightest pretension to continue fighting and for the first time you don't attack, you stop and look at her. Wow, the reports of her strength and agility were consistent with what you see, but there was nothing about her beauty. Shaking your head, you answer it.

"Justice." Seeing the confused expression on Carol's perfect face, you continue. "You are crushing the democracy that existed for the inhabitants of this planet, the countless reports of an empress overthrowing entire communities have crossed galaxies."

"Justice, you say." You see her eyes flash with anger and hatred. "And what justice does Nova Prime intend to give Earth?" She approaches dangerously and you have to remind yourself to not cower under her glare.

"The Kree have destroyed my home, so I won't give them one until the New Earth is rebuilt and populated." The threat in her gaze, in her posture, was tangible. "And nothing and no one in the universe will make me concede freedom to this barbaric species."

"Being a barbarian yourself?" You turn your head to the side in a questioning tone, but she takes it as irony. Maybe it was. “An eye for an eye, as earthlings are fond of saying. Or should I say, used to like?” A kind of roar was the only warning before her fist collided with your face.

"Wash your mouth before you talk about Earth, soldier." She patched up a string of blows you couldn't get out of. "Nova Empire has always fought the Kree, why they want to protect them now?"

She was strong; you've already figured that out, but like many other very powerful beings in the universe, they tend to think they're the only ones with powers. Absorbing most of the blows and directing the energy against the empress, you use your power blast and with that, once again, Carol is hurled against the wall of her palace.

As an automatic response, Carol uses the powers of her fist and you feel the force of a thousand cannons throwing you backwards into space, grunting right after with the impact of Carol's body, engaging the fight once more.

You could tell that she was angry and, according to your studies, humans tended to be guided by such frivolous feelings. And that was something you intended to use to your advantage.

Being two beings bestowed with stamina, the fight would go on for hours until someone got tired, but if she uses her powers erratically and drenched in rage, she will be drained quicklier.

“I am the Empress of the Kree Empire! Answer me!" The tone of voice in which she addresses you makes it clear that your goal of getting under her skin is working. With a smirk, you respond.

“Nova Empire takes care of the galaxy and has balance as its main goal, your highness. To overpower other species is not our intention.” Your response seems to enrage her even more and the only reaction you got from her was more blows and more blasts in your direction.

You dodge, you block, and you realize she's getting careless then letting her guard down. And that's where you come in with quick jabs almost powerless, only to enrage her more and more. Just to remind her that even an Empress has weaknesses.

You hit the ground and certainly the people throughout the city felt like it was an earthquake. Something was off and before you could react, Carol hits you with a blast right in the middle of the chest, throwing you meters and meters into a random building.

This time, you start feeling the impact on every wall you hit. You feel dizzy, your hand is shaking, and you find yourself bleeding. ‘What's going on?’ You think as you watch Carol's figure to grow in your field of vision.

The smirk on her face is ridiculously sexy, but you barely have time to make any comments before her voice reaches your ears. "Apparently, you're not that tough without your helmet on, are you?"

You look at her hand that is carrying what was once your helmet, now just broken shards and she drops it into your lap. Without your helmet you are ruined, as is your mission.

The smirk and one last punch were the last thing you remember before she knocks you down cold.

---

Your head was about to explode inside your skull, and you blink at the light entering your cell. All that brightness was not helping your headache at all.

It's been a few days since you've been taken prisoner by Empress Carol Danvers and whether Xandar knows or has noticed your disappearance is something you have no idea of. And when Nova Prime sends reinforcements after you it won't be pretty.

Before proceeding on your mission, you had already been informed that all diplomatic avenues had been tried but completely closed by the Empress. That way, Xandar wouldn't try negotiations to try to get you back. Perhaps this would trigger a new war.

A war you couldn't afford. Certainly, you didn't want the weight of being the trigger or the spark in a cold battle of inflated tempers on your shoulders. Carol had a very short fuse, as you witnessed firsthand, while Prime could be an slayer when the situation called for it.

Days passed, becoming weeks and your monotonous existence is only interrupted by the Empress's daily visits. Visits that you don't know why she still keeps, when it's pretty obvious that you have no information to provide.

You are a member of the Nova Corp and have been sent on a solo mission to "dissuade" the Empress from continuing to rule her own empire with an iron fist. There were no ulterior motives, no espionage or reinforcements waiting in the moon not far from Hala.

You were a single, last resource. There was nothing but you and your broken form. A failed soldier.

You were standing, watching the sun shining on buildings across Hala through the small window in your cell, admiring the dots circling farther down the street, almost forgetting that each dot was a person. You wonder if Carol forgets who they are.

"Um, admiring my city, I see." You spare her a brief glance before you return it to the window. She was in a red robe with local designs, and you can't shake off your head at how beautiful she is. How beautiful she looks in red. Or any other color.

You don't exactly know why Carol still comes to your cell, but you can't lie to yourself that you don't like it. You do. But you convince yourself that any company is better than the solitude of these walls, just that and nothing else.

She is an empress after all. A Sovereign, considered by many to be evil and tyrant. But each gentle gesture towards you reminds you that her hands are stained with blood. Like yours. Your conscience doesn't seem to know which side it should be on.

"Forgive me if my boredom is exacerbated, your city is the only thing I have left to admire." You answer still looking ahead, afraid to look at her and be mesmerized. The Empress was a mystery that captivated you, as her answers were never what you would expect them to be. Just like now.

“I could end your boredom. Hala’s Summer Trade is famous across the galaxy, have you ever tasted Pluot Fruit?” Your head swivel towards her so fast it feels like a whip.

"Summer?" Quickly you do the math in your head, in this solar system the days and seasons were longer than in Xandar, so... "How long have I been kept in here?"

"Too long, Nova." Nova? What kind of nickname is this? Shaking your head, you question her. "Nova? This is not my name." She giggles and moves closer to the energy field that makes up your cell door, she’s one yard away so you can smell her perfume. White jasmine.

“I know it isn't. But I decided to abbreviate the title of Nova Corps to Nova, besides, I own this place…” she opens her arms to emphasize what she's talking about. "I can call you whatever I want, prisoner."

You decide to play her game and with a smirk on your face you respond. “Prisoner? Now, seconds ago weren’t you inviting me for a walk, your highness?”

You lick your lips when you see her face contorting in a mix of anger and something else, but what, you don't know. “You abuse my benevolence too much. Your precious Xandar never tried to open a ransom deal, you are of no use to them or to me.”

Her words crash into your chest, and you feel your heart break a little more. Months have passed and there was no sign of another corpsman coming to your rescue and now she tells you that Nova Prime didn't even try to negotiate your freedom.

You close your eyes and with small, defeated steps you walk to the window. A lifetime dedicated to Nova Corp and Xandar, to be abandoned like a stray dog ​​lost from its owners. Like someone worthless.

Defeated and hopeless, you ask Empress Carol why she still keeps you alive. Standing in the hallway leading to the dungeons hall she smiles triumphantly and speaks. "For my entertainment, prisoner."

--

"What do you think of the Pluot?" Carol's voice breaks your train of thought.

"Strangely delicious." You respond by referring to the strange appearance, as if it was a dried fruit and not completely juicy right after tasting it.

As with the fruit, such was your surprise to see Carol's interaction with her subjects. Many of them kept their distance, paid their obeisance and respects to the Empress, and continued on their way with their heads low.

However, a reassuring number of people seemed to genuinely like or even admire Carol and not out of obligation. Doing a 180° turn in the opinion you once held of the Empress, she was extremely adorable when interacting with children.

Who knew the fearsome tormentor of the Kree empire would be so… human? How can someone, who keeps a prisoner just for her own pleasure, be so kind? You wonder if they were the same person at all.

She smiles in response to what you said and you smile back, completely unsure of the reasons why you do.

After the Hala market tour went without incident, that is, without any attempt to escape on your part, Carol has granted you the right to stroll through the inner gardens of her palace. As much as you want to hate the way she plays as if you were a puppet, you can't.

You try to hate her, but each day you spend in her company makes it harder for you to deny the feeling that, gradually, grows in your chest. Then, you find yourself desperate to hang this passion before it's too late.

Your morning walks allow you to see autumn slowly approaching, little by little, with each leaf touching the ground. And if you used to enjoy Carol's garden alone, over time, the Empress's company became part of your routine.

"Why are you still keeping me alive, Carol?" You rarely addressed her by the title of empress or nobility, and she never forced you to use it, she seemed not to care whether you recognized her power or not. Nor did he seem to mind when you used it ironically.

"I like your company." She answered and that made you look directly into her eyes. "It isn't every day that I find a match." Her answer made something boil in your chest and you had to force your heart to understand that she was probably referring to the fight.

"I'm not a match for you, your highness." You spoke. "Everything special about me came from an enhanced helmet." A sad smile danced on your lips, remembering how powerless you felt when you saw it broken in her hand. You remembered how broken you felt yourself.

“Everything special about you comes from your heart, Nova.” Her tone was low and as much as you wanted, there was nothing to grasp in it. She spoke this sentence as if she were speaking about the weather but for you it just set your heart on fire.

--

Between stories from a lifetime ago, when Carol was only a human being without a single clue that the universe was bigger than her world and stories from her time adapting and training in Hala, you felt yourself slowly but surely falling for her.

The change for you was visible and you prayed it would be visible only to you. If before you thought she was beautiful, now she’s extremely attractive in your eyes. Even when choosing simple robes, Carol was always dressed impeccably.

After spending so much time together, it was only a matter of time before you realized that the Empress was possessed of vast intellect and knowledge about many different things.

But what strike you most was how funny and mundane she could be, yet, she still had that special something in her eyes that never failed in make you weak. You were a prisoner, indeed. A prisoner of her eyes.

Unlike many extremely powerful beings, Carol was humble enough to listen to your stories, and even encouraged you to tell more details about yourself. She never quite understood, but something about you drew her as if you were a magnet.

The sparkle in your eyes as you spoke about your homeland, friends, or your passion and honor in serving Nova Corp thrilled her. There were many things in you that stirred emotions in her, as well as aroused feelings that she thought she was no longer capable of feeling for a long time.

And so, without realizing it and at the same time fully aware of what was going on beneath her skin, the Empress fell in love with her Prisoner.

--

Winter at Hala marked when your quarters were no longer a cell but a room in Empress's palace. Larger than your home in Xandar, the room was beautifully decorated with art, and you could discern some Xandar artwork. You wonder if it was coincidence.

Despite being as warm as a star, Carol suggested that both of you should trade your walks in the garden for spending time in the library available at the palace. And that's how you began to be the Empress's company during her meals.

It started with lunch and then evolved into dinner and now Carol finds herself waiting for your presence before even touching her plate. ‘I shouldn't allow myself such weakness’, she thought. However, she couldn't bring herself to change or to avoid the need of your company.

--

"I beg your pardon?" You speak, barely able to avoid spilling your soup. The increasingly warm but shy rays of the sun and the many animals strolling in the courtyard tell you that spring is just around the corner. And that's exactly what almost made you spill the soup, in first place.

Carol cleared her throat, promptly speaking again, as if you had not heard her from the first time. “I’d be delighted if you grant me the honor of your company for the Spring Ball due in two weeks.” She looked at you expectantly.

Your mind was swirling as to why she would want you as her company, out of all people. She was the Empress; she could have anyone she wanted by her side. Yet, here she was, asking you to be her date.

The time in Hala flew slower as it did in Xandar, but it felt like the opposite, for the Ball came faster than you thought it be possible.

And here you were, walking down the entrance stairs in a beautiful golden gown with Carol’s arm locked with yours. Her deep green dress was marvelous and when you saw her welcoming you with that pretty smile of hers you thought you could melt.

Much to your dismay, Carol could sing just as she’d told you she could, but you never believed in her. It wasn’t hard for you to realize that you were free falling in love with her even more than you already were. If it was possible, you fell in love again. You’d be her prisoner, forever.

As the night went on, you were mesmerized by the ball, the music, and the way of life in Hala. It felt like a different life, one that very much resembled prince and princess’ tales that you heard when you were a kid.

A life that didn’t quite belong to you but looking into her eyes it made it feel like everything was possible, reachable, as if her power could create a different world. Just as she did. As ruler of the Kree empire, she created a new kingdom.

Standing in the balcony, you welcomed the cold air hitting your skin that was inebriating your senses, previously flooded by the Empress. The stars illuminated the sky of Hala making the city bellow you even prettier.

A soft touch in your hand brings your gaze back to its owner and a small gasp scape your lips when you see how close she is, even more so when you wish she were closer. “I never told you how beautiful you are tonight.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“You flatter me, your highness. You’re flawless yourself.” A small smile creeped up her lips and you forced yourself to keep your eyes locked with hers, proven to be a hard task when she started to lean into your ear.

“There is something that I wanted to tell you for a while ago.” Her hands on your waist made it difficult for you to pay attention to her words, along with the feel of her cheek touching your cheeks made your knees weak.

“You’re no longer a prisoner and you can leave Hala if you want to.” Her thumb drew patterns where it touched you and you could feel your skin burning. “You’re free, but I wish you’d stay here.” She backed down and now her eyes were boring into yours.

“I wish you’d stay here with me.” She stressed.

Your heart and head were running thousand miles per hour in completely opposite directions. The rational part of you wanted to take your freedom and go back to Xandar, even though you should find it suspicious that, almost after a year, she’d let you go. Specially after you’d learned so much about Hala. About her.

However, your heart’s been slowly giving itself to this woman right in front of you, and there was nothing that you wanted more than to stay here with her. Surely, you felt left behind by Nova Prime, but it still stings in you that no one came after you. Not even a fellow corpsman.

‘Not one that you know, for that matter.’ You shook your conscience’s voice away and gave in to your heart. The rational part of you broke at the exact same time as did your helmet.

“Carol, I…” You begin but she interrupts you by placing an oh so soft lips on yours and there is no voice to hear anymore. Nor rational, nor emotional. There are only her lips pouring her heart into a kiss and you do just the same.

Right in that moment you felt as if your heart was about to melt, maybe it would, if she hadn’t broken the kiss and rested her forehead in yours.

“Tell me you’ll stay and rule by my side.” Before the true meaning of her words could sink in, the sky of Hala suddenly shone as if thousands of stars appeared right in that moment, drawing the attention of you both.

Not long until you realized that it wasn’t stars, but thousands of spaceships painting the night over your heads, and you’d recognize those ships anywhere. Xandar was here. And a voice that you’d never forget was heard above all noise.

“I am Nova Prime and Xandar declares war to Empress Carol, accused of murdering Nova Corps’ Commander.”

‘Why are they accusing her of murder?’ You thought to yourself. It does not make sense that she’s being accused of killing you when you’re alive. Unless…

“Carol, what did you do?”

[6rookie-writer0110]

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Cassie Lang x Male Reader Stark

Request - Can you do Cassie lang x Stark!reader where he and cassie are the same age since they are born in 2007 and should be 16 in 2023. R is Tony's son and survived the snap. Before the snap he was best friend with Peter and ned when he was like a kid and the three of them hang out. Plue Y/n and peter do like spiderman ideas. After the snap he was living with Tony, pepper, and his little sister in the lakeside cabin. In the year 2021 he got bitten by a radioactive spider but has an alchemax logo and number 42.

Since you were a toddler you have been friends with Peter and Ned. Always together playing together. Even during high school, you didn't lose your friendship with Ned and Peter. You have always been into creating music and art, sometimes you would like to tag the buildings and the trains. Only, Peter and Ned knew they are your supporters.

Sometimes you and Peter would do parkour. You and Peter have sketchbooks and notes of being a hero and being called ’Spiderman’

You, Peter, and Ned never left each other side. People always saw you three spend time together all the time.

-----

Spring 2018... 50% of the population disappeared. The older you got, you started to study what happened during the fight against Thanos. You collected notes, hacked into your father’s computer and his friends’ computers then into Shields.

You survived the snap when you found out what happened it broke you. You cried when Peter didn't survive, or when your dad is stuck in space. You would spend hours in your father’s lab and look at his stuff.

”Y/N, I knew you would be here. You are like Tony can work on something for hours or days” Pepper said.

She put her hand on your shoulder.

”I miss him and Peter,” You said.

”I miss them too. You should see Ned, he came by earlier” Pepper said.

You nod.

”I will go see him. *sighed heavily* I want Thanos to suffer” You said.

”One day he will,” Pepper said and she kissed your head.

Later, you went to see Ned. Ned did give you new ideas for your spiderman gadgets so it won't break half of the time. You and Ned start to work together on it.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

The year 2021...

You walked through the alley for a short cut. You dropped your cell phone, you bend down to pick up. You stood up and checked your phone while walking you hit a web. You tried to get rid of the web and you didn't notice the radioactive spider crawl on your shoulder and bite your neck.

”What the hell?” You yelled.

You rub your neck then noticed the radioactive spider on your forearm. You noticed the spider has an alchemax logo and number 42.

”You are coming home with me” You mumbled.

You went home and straight to the lab. You put the spider in a small tank and watched it move around.

-----

The next day you woke up feeling strange. You couldn't explain it, you are in shock just seeing electricity go through your hands. You start to breathe hard and your heart started to beat fast. You go to the bathroom to wash your face suddenly you turned invisible.

”I have powers!” You yelled.

Your mood changed, now you are happy that you have powers. You always dreamt of being a hero and having powers, you couldn't stop smiling. You called Ned and told him to meet you at your house. Ned did help you figure out what kind of powers you have.

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You stare at your father’s suits and you thought about using them. But you wanted to make your identity as a hero, you want to give people hope again.

the first suit you made with Ned it's an armored suit. Ned helped you pick out the colors red, white, and black. When Ned saw you wearing the armor suit, he freaked out.

”Dude, it's awesome! You will be the coolest hero ever” Ned said.

”Thanks. I can't wait to go to the city and start saving people” You said.

You and Ned high five each other. You go to the city and start saving people. Everyone started to talk about the new hero on tv and the Internet, you felt proud of yourself.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Being a hero wasn't easy for you. You found out working alone is hard, some people didn't like what you are doing. Other people do cheer for you. Balancing life and being a hero is very hard. But you got an idea and you worked day and night to make the app called ’Friendly Neighborhood 1.0’

People can report crimes and you will go save them and keep you in the loop, what happens in the city.

Today is slow and no one is in trouble. You decided to go tag some places. You swing to an abandoned building, you take out the spray cans, and started to draw. You stopped to put on your headphones then you started to draw again. Once you are finished you took pictures then tagged the subways.

----

You got an alert on your app, gang gun shoots in downtown. You started to swing fast and you see people caught in the crossfire. You started to venom blast to fight them and you used your web to take their guns away. You noticed the boy is deaf and you started to do sign language and he smiled.

”You know sign language?” Cassie asked.

You nod. ” Yes. I thought to learn so I can communicate with someone who is deaf”

You asked questions to the boy and you're glad he isn't hurt.

”I’m Cassie and this is Roger,” Cassie said.

”I’m Spiderman,” You said and it in sign language.

Later on...

You and Cassie became friends. She found out your secret when your mask fell apart while fighting Kraven the Hunter. Sometimes you would swing to her place to see her. She would always smile when you're around.

---

Cassie noticed you set a spider-free and didn't kill it.

”I hate spiders I don't know how you stand them,” Cassie said.

”it was a harmless spider. I don't feel scared when bugs are around” You said.

”I hate all kinds of bugs. But it's cute, you liking bugs and not killing them, bug boy” Cassie smiled.

You laughed and smiled back at her.

”Bug boy?” You asked.

She nods.

”Your new nickname” Cassie giggled.

”Thanks for the nickname?” You giggled.

”Anytime, Y/N” Cassie smiled.

~The next day~

Cassie went to your house. She met Pepper then Cassie goes to your bedroom. Cassie didn't say anything, she watches you make beats and you started to sing, you have your headphones on. She kept watching you and you keep making beats. She tapped your shoulder and you looked up, your eyes opened wide.

”Cas!” You said too loud.

”Hi Bug boy. You are talented” Cassie said.

”Thanks. Sorry, I didn't hear you come in” You said.

”So, you're into music?” Cassie asked.

”Yes, also I'm into art. If you want I-I-I can show you my work” You said shyly.

”I will like to see it, Y/N,” Cassie said.

”Cool!” You said.

You grabbed your sketchbook and she starts to look at your art.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

The year 2022

You told Cassie you wanted to upgrade and design a new suit. Again Cassie caught you making beats this time you teach her how to make beats.

”This is fun, Y/N,” Cassie said.

”I’m happy that you're enjoying making beats,” You said.

”Y/N aren't you scared when you swing around the city?” Cassie asked.

”At the very beginning, I was terrified when I would swing and jump from extremely tall buildings. Much later on, the fear went away so I'm not scared anymore. If you want you can swing with me around the city” You said.

”Okay. That would be an interesting experience, but yeah let's do it. Oh, I got an idea how your suit can look” Cassie said.

”Tell me,” You said.

Cassie started to explain how your suit should look with what colors. Music is the main inspiration for your suit 2020.

----

You are standing on the roof with Cassie. She wrapped her arms around you very tight.

”Ready?” You asked.

”Y-yes,” Cassie said.

You hold her tight and you start to swing. Cassie’s heart is beating faster and faster, you feel her grip tighten. You keep swinging and you noticed how scared she is. You stopped on top of the hotel building.

”Are you okay?” You asked.

She put her hand on her chest.

”No!” Cassie yelled.

You laughed and she smacked your arm.

”I’m guessing you had fun?” You teased.

”I got scared halfway. I thought I was going to fall, I don't know you get used to that” Cassie said.

”Takes time. I got over my fear the more I started to swing” You said.

”I won't do it again,” Cassie said and you laughed.

----

Cassie is sick and you went to buy soup for her. You knocked on her window, she opened it and let you in then you take off the mask.

”I got this for you, Cassie,” You said.

”Thank you, Y/N” Cassie smiled.

”Cassie, I know we been friends for a while but I really like you a lot and I hope we can be more than friends,” You said.

”Y/N, I like you too a lot. I would kiss you but I don't want you to get sick” Cassie said.

You smiled and she sneezed.

You and Cassie do spend time together mostly watching tv or movies. Cassie finds it sweet that you're taking care of her. You gave her medicine and reheat the soup. Later, you and Cassie do play board games, video games and asked questions about each other.

You noticed Cassie has in her bedroom for a while. You go upstairs and you can hear her crying

You sit next to her on the bed ”Cas, what's wrong?”

”I miss my dad so much” Cassie cried.

You wrapped your arms around her and she starts to cry more. You rub her back and you listen to her.

You did try to make her feel better worked for a little bit, but she is still feeling depressed. You stayed with her all-day

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Finally, your 2020 suit is complete. You can't stop smiling and start to put on the suit. The led mask, you loved it when Cassie told you about it. You got an alert on your app

”Time to test out the suit,” You said.

”Be careful, Y/N” Cassie said.

”I will,” You said.

Cassie watched you swing away.

You were busy saving people, Doctor Octopus and Kraven the Hunter kidnapped Cassie. They sent you a message and you got angry. You started to swing rapidly to Doctor Octopus’s lab. Cassie is tied up in a chair and she is feeling terrified.

You start to fight them. You used venom blast to punch Kraven, then Doctor Octopus grabbed you. Kraven punched you then you kicked him in the face and you used your web to cover Doctor Octopus’s face. You turned invisible and you started to fight them.

----

You grabbed Cassie and left the lab. You stopped on a roof and she hugged you tight then she smacked your chest.

”What was that for?!” You yelled.

”You know I hate it,” Cassie said.

”I’m not a speedster. I had to swing us away from them” You said.

You take off the mask.

”I know but I still hate it,” Cassie said.

Cassie started to ramble on then you did the same ramble on. She kissed you and you kiss her back, you and Cassie pulled apart and smiled. It's the first kiss.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Time Skip~

Everything changed for the best. You found out Tony came back from space, you ran to him and hugged him.

”I missed you, dad,” You said

He kissed your head and held you tight.

”I love you 3000, Y/N,” Tony said.

Peter came back and he hugged you and Ned. Ned told everyone by mistake you are dating Cassie. No one knew about the relationship just yet.

”Sorry, bro,” Ned said.

”When we will get to meet her, Y/N,” Tony said.

”Soon, dad. Don't worry about it, Ned” You said.

You celebrated with everyone and you can't stop smiling.

----

You and your family moved to the woods, now live in a cabin. Now it feels like a family and you don't want that to change. Your little sister started to scream and ran towards Pepper.

”Why do you have a pet spider?” Tony asked.

”I hate spiders,” Morgan said.

Pepper was going to kill your pet but you stopped her.

”Stop!” You yelled.

The spider is in your hands.

”The spider is my pet. I got used to him being around” You said.

”Y/N, I will never understand why. But please just keep him in the cage” Pepper said.

”I will,” You said.

You go to your bedroom and put the spider in the tank. You feed him and just watch him.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✬

Date Night...

You arrived with pizza and she kissed you. You and Cassie played videos and it became competitive. You were going to take her out, but there is a rainstorm. The night is going well, she is having fun with you. You and Cassie eat pizza and started to debate what is the best movie and worst movie.

Later, you and Cassie started to play Uno but you and Cassie argued about the rules. You and Cassie eat more pizza and tried to play Uno again. Later, you and Cassie watched a movie on the couch, but end up falling asleep.

----

Scott found out what happened, he is in shock. He rushed home and knocked on the door. Cassie opened the door, they start to cry and they hugged each other. You did spend the night at her place, then Cassie introduces you to Scott.

“Wait, you're Tony’s son!?” Scott said.

“Yeah, I'm his son,” You said.

“Hurt my daughter and I will go after you,” Scott said.

“Dad!” Cassie yelled.

“I won't break her heart,” You said.

“I will keep my eye on you, Y/N,” Scott said.

“UGH!” Cassie mumbled.

Later, Scott joined you and Cassie for breakfast.

---

Later, you meet up with Peter to show him your 2020 suit. Peter is loving the suit and asked many questions about how you build your suit. You and Peter worked together to save people.

[cottoncandythetrashpanda]

Hello it is I, mouse! I would like to offer you prompts in this trying time, so here you go! -🐭

Take it to the Galaxy

History Alive

Heaven Let Us Down

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS FOR SO LONG IM SORRY MOUSE. I was struggling so hard to come up for something for History Alive so I've made the difficult decision to skip that one so I can publish something and get this out of my inbox, once again I am Sorry. Anyways!

Take it to the Galaxy

Wannabe space pirates Tommy and Tubbo, tired of their boring lower-class life on an orbiting colony, take a small Empire spaceship on a joyride. Once they're a good distance away, they set it to autopilot and explore the ship.

While exploring, they find an alien boy who's species they don't recognize being held in a cell on a lower deck. His translator seems to be broken, and he doesn't speak their language, making communication difficult, but they figure out that his name is Ranboo.

An easily accessed file on the ship computer shows that Ranboo is around the same age as them, and was apprehended after blowing up a much larger government spaceship. He was being transported to a prison colony when Tommy and Tubbo hijacked the ship. Tommy and Tubbo think this is cool, so they let Ranboo out and start trying to befriend him.

Unfortunately, before long, they find themselves being pursued. But not by the Empire, like they would have expected, no, they're being hunted down by what looks like a civilian ship, modded to have weapons and be way faster than it should be. Ranboo tries to tell Tommy and Tubbo something when this ship appears, but they don't understand.

Tommy and Tubbo aren't what you would call experienced pilots, but they collectively know enough to manage to avoid the pursuing ship. Whoever is on the ship keeps trying to radio them, but they don't respond. Ranboo is also continuing to try to tell them something, but they're basically ignoring him, wanting to keep all their focus on getting away. So eventually, Ranboo squeezes past Tommy and Tubbo, and answers the other ship's call himself. 

On the video screen in front of them, they see a large, intimidating Piglin man, a Rebellion symbol pinned to his shirt- who's stern expression fades to confusion once he sees the teens standing on the bridge. He looks at the three of them, and says "Ranboo? Who are these guys?" 

Tommy and Tubbo are relieved to learn that the pursuing ship was just trying to break Ranboo out… and interested, to say the least, when they're invited aboard the ship.

Heaven Let Us Down

Ranboo had always been told that the afterlife was a wonderful, beautiful place. That the gods rewarded those who did good in their lives with paradise.

They weren't entirely wrong. It was beautiful. It was comfortable. The one who'd guided him here gave him plenty of sympathetic looks and comforting words. But something was missing.

He had people he loved. People he knew he'd already lost, who should be here too. But they weren't here… and he couldn't even remember their names or what they looked like anymore.

Somewhere, Tubbo is waiting to see his best friend again, unaware that he should have been here weeks ago.

Both begin to wonder what kind of paradise this is, if they can't even see each other.

[thewriterofkpop]

Hiyaaaa! I was wondering could you do a Shinee Minho imagine in which reader is his new PR manager and he can't help but fall for her!!!! Please and thanks!!!

Minho x PR Manager Reader - Can't help but fall in love with you

Hey! Sorry that this took longer than expected! I hope you like the OneShot! Please give me your opinion! 

,,I can’t wait to see how the new PR Manager is,’’ Key said ironically and walked into the conference room where you were expecting the boys. ,,Well, what do you think of me now that you saw me?’’ you asked him, putting your long black hair behind your ear and crossing your arms in front of your chest. You were wearing a long black dress with white sneakers. The red lipstick made your lips look full, ready to be kissed. You pressed your lips together as you let your arms fall and walk around the table, sitting in your seat. The table was already set. Each member got a few papers, something to write with, and drinks in front of them. ,,Please close the door behind you,’’ you said, looking straight into Minho’s eyes. You were brave, he thought. Usually all women blushed in front of him. Never would someone tell him to do something. But you did.

,,Please have a seat,’’ you asked after Minho closed the door. Onew, as the leader, began and sat down, his other three members did the same. ,,Hello, my name is Y/N and as of today I will be your PR Manager. I studied abroad in Germany, moved to America, and came back to Korea. Please take care of me and let’s work together. I already know you a bit - however, I would like you to tell me more about yourselves in person. So, from the oldest to the youngest?’’ you asked, looking into Onew’s eyes. After everyone said their names again and a few basic things, you began to take over again.

,,I want to change a few things,’’ you began. Immediately, you saw how Key looked at you in disgust, making you rephrase what you just said. ,,Not only in this group, but in the whole company. I will be honest,’’ you began, crossing your legs and acquiring Minho’s attention. ,,I am currently your PR manager, but my aim is to become SM Entertainment’s PR Manager. I want to change this company. It’s a good one, it’s big, famous, you get to learn a lot here, but every idol can open an entertainment. There are more and more Idols who get mistreated and open their own entertainment companies. Other idols know that they will have better treatment and will change company. I want people to realize here that we have to fight for our place. For the first place,’’ you said. ,,And of course you want to get a lot of money,’’ Key laughed. ,,Yeah, I want to make a lot of money. I love money,’’ you said, rolling your eyes and putting your leg down again. ,,I love money so much that I would do anything. I will make a lot of money and know what I will do with it? I will help people in need such as orphans, to give them a better life,’’ you told him, making Key feel a bit uncomfortable, but he was still proud of himself. ,,So,’’ you began to open the first page, making the members follow you, except for Minho, who was kind of attracted to your moving lips. ,,I want you first of all to get an English class - I will teach you,’’ you said. English. This was the keyword that made Minho look up from your red full lips and instead look into your eyes.

,,I already know English, and Taemin is learning,’’ Key said. ,,I know, I follow his Instagram lives,’’ turning your head to the maknae ,,you are doing so well! But you all have to get better. I looked at your schedule and freed you from a few things. For the future, these conferences will be held in English. I will give you a week to learn the basics,’’ ,,But why?’’ Minho asked since he was looking somewhere else and his ears didn’t listen. He couldn’t follow you at all. ,,I represent the company and I want to do a good job at what I am doing, just like you for your fans. SM wants to show fans that their idols care about them and so you guys need to get better at communicating,’’ Going on with the conference, you made the boys realize that they actually had a completely different picture of you. Instead, you could make everyone feel hyped for the new stuff that was about to come.

Weeks and months passed, and the more it passed, the more famous they became. With you by your side, they were finally free to show fans what they wanted. They just had to ask you and you would make it happen. You created wonderful Instagram posts, translated them into every language you knew, posted regularly and about everything that was new. And by now, you all became good friends.

,,Welcome to my home,’’ you said, inviting them in. ,,It smells so good…’’ Minho said, actually meaning the good smell from your clothes. ,,Thanks, it’s bulgogi,’’ you smiled, misunderstanding. Taemin laughed at his hyung, who just looked around himself, ready to implant every little detail from your house into his head. ,,Please place your stuff wherever you want it and make yourself feel at home, I will bring something to drink,’’ you said. The boys walked round the house, finally finding the living room and waited for you until you brought something to drink. ,,Let’s make this a funny evening,’’ you laughed and sat down next to Minho. You looked at him and smiled brightly and he couldn’t take his eye off of you. Your lips touched the glass and took a little slip, making Minho gulp. He just realized that he had fallen in love with you. The love you had for your job and what you were doing and how you were doing it. It made him develop strong feelings for you. Both of you wanted to archive something in a different way. ,,So, Y/N, the rumor about you being in love with someone from our company, how true is it?’’ Taemin asked you, wanting to know if the gossip he heard was true. ,,True,’’ you simply said, laughing again and looking at Minho’s reaction, who misunderstood and looked at you. You were in love? Was there someone else in your mind? ,,Who? The CEO? That’s why you want to get up there?’’ Key laughed, teasing you. ,,Yeah, as if that’s my only wish to achieve,’’ you laughed, making Minho feel sad… Was everything he thought about you false?

,,I need some fresh air,’’ he said as he placed down his cocktail and walked outside. It didn’t take long until you followed him with a jacket. ,,Minho, what happened? Are you okay?’’ you called him. You called his name once, twice, and a third time until you could finally grab him by his hand. ,,What’s wrong with you!?’’ you called, making him finally turn around. ,,I...I THOUGHT YOU WERE DIFFERENT!’’ he yelled, his eyes showed agony. ,,Why?’’ you asked him, not understanding his feelings. ,,Everything I knew about you… I thought you were different and fell in love with a totally-’’ without making him finish the sentence, you grabbed his cheeks and pulled him to you, giving him a kiss on his lips with yours. ,,I don’t know what the heck you are talking about, but man, I’m trying to get your attention and achieve stuff for you,’’ you said, waiting for his response. ,,Oh. OH! I thought you-’’ ,,Don’t think too much! You have other strengths!’’ you teased him and kissed him again, explaining afterwards that no one was in love with the CEO. ,,You just overreacted, like always. If for once you would listen till the end, this wouldn’t have happened,’’ Key sighed and began to eat the rice, shaking his head.

Masterlist

[moons-and-stars-and-shit]

Oh I've been waiting for this moment hihihi. so may a request a 🍰

Appearance:

Not really too much to brag about but... i’m 5’2, toned skin, medium brown hair( still have some green remnants)slim body thin waist + pretty marked hip (one of the parts of my body that i really like ) but oddly thick thighs. Dark brown eyes and small but still full lips.

Style / Aesthetic :Don't know exactly how to describe this, but most of the time I work with grunge,dark academia and vintage, but often you can see me in cotagecore and glam chic outfits. or a big mix of this

Personality:

I’m a taurus, Libra rising and Sag moon , ESFP,Love to make new friends and i can be pretty talkative...principally if we talking about art, music , cooking , animes or sports .I’m a ravenclaw ,I can be really stubborn but I'm trying to work on this, people also say i have short temper, but i can't believe this.Teasing sarcastic and flirty are some adjectives I can add to my personality description, it is actually so natural that i probably do without notice. I can be a really crackhead sometimes, especially when I'm with my friends, but mostly I try to use the reason . I can be pretty clingy to my close friends and family. Also I can be pretty random, being my friend means that you will receive some messages/ videos at 3 AM or even get a new playlist in full Tuesday :)

Hobbies and random stuff :

I love cooking / baking i actually have a “brand ” of homemade biscuits (family’s recipe), I can play volleyball and badminton and i normally do this with my friends(in the end of High school i played almost everyday ) and now i’m planing play for my university’s team. I really like to listen to music , and I'm doing this 24/7( I kind of have a server on discord just for the music bot ). I actually can speak 3 languages and I'm working on the 4th one but i’m never trust my skills before sending a text in another language !!. I can actually be both or too energetic or a totally lazy bitch. but i’m probably always up to talking/ listening. I really like flowers ( I love learning about their meaning), and poetry , also writing and reading even though I've not been doing this lately.

Fun fact my favorite color is white but 85% of my wardrobe is black .

I really like make up and i love do it , but i have so me block with eyeliners i just can't do it right

About Relationships :

My love language is Quality time, so just being able to relax next each other (friends / s/o) with no words being necessary for meIt's already enough, oh i can get a little too touchy sometimes since I really like to cuddle. I love adventures, visiting new places, shopping, nature dates, stargazing, board games/ cards nights. I really like to innovate, as long as i have a good company I think I can do almost everything.

Ahhhh Lecxi, yours matchups are the best, i just love the way you write so much ,it's a muah *chef kiss*

@lilshortcakess

A/N- This took SO long and I am SO sorry 🥲 but I hope you still enjoy it my dear!

Romantic Matchup

𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐘𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞𝐭

So you were on Seijous girls volleyball team

And you met Oikawa because well...

Ya’ll kept practicing overtime 😅

Now we’ll just say that you wanted to practice your spikes

and for that, you would need a setter

And Oikawa wanted to practice his sets

For him to do that he would need a spiker

So ya’ll were just like “hey let's just practice together

Now every time there was practice

When everyone left

You would meet up with Oikawa so that you two could practice

This went on for a while before Oikawa decided on getting to know you on a more personal level

I mean if he was going to be practicing with you he might as well get to know you right?

So he started taking you out to eat after you two finished practicing

Sometimes he would take you to a diner

Sometimes it would just be a gas station

But either way, you two would end up just sitting and talking to each other

This is how Oikawa found out how much he actually liked you

We’ll get into why later 👀

Anyways after falling into this little routine he started to hang out with you during school hours

Damn, he was really just weaseling his way into your life, isn't he?

He would only realize he had a crush on you when Iwa pointed it out

So at this point, he was just like fuck it

YOLO am I right?

So he just casually asked you out when he took you to a gas station after practice

Romantic I know

But he was over the moon when you said yes!

And ya’ll have been dating ever since

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

He loves that you just listen to him

Like you GENUINELY listen to him

He's found that not a lot of people care what he's saying outside of volleyball

But you listen to anything and everything he talks about

And you show interest too!

This was the thing that made him realize that he liked you

Ok he REALLY loves your flirty nature

Just the fact that instead of getting flustered at his flirty comments

You just pop off with your own comment

He loves someone who can match his energy

He really likes that your clingy 👀

Whenever you hold him or ask him for cuddles

it just makes him feel wanted and loved

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Ok so just addressing the elephant in the room

He loves to play volleyball with you

He calls it a good “bonding” activity

Now that THAT'S out of the way

He likes to bake with you

He has even made recipes personalized to him

For example

“Oikawa's Milk Bread Biscuits”

Yup

He took your biscuit recipe

And turned it into a milk bread

He likes to listen to music with you

I feel like he hates awkward or uncomfortable silence

So he always has SOME kind of music playing 

And finally

He loves to talk to you

Granted it's a lot of him talking and you listening

But if you're feeling down and need someone to talk to 

He's all ears

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐜

One time you and Oikawa were practicing overtime

And Iwa came into the gym and yelled at you both for “overworking yourselves”

You and Oikawa actually sell his milk bread biscuits at school

Get that coin sis 🤑

You and Oikawa just throw random pick up lines at each other

and i cant get the image of him doing finger guns at you every single time 444

He gets really mad when you start speaking a different language

Cause he cant understand you!

So sometimes you just switch languages to piss him off :)

Causing him to learn the basic phrases of the languages you can speak

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

When Taurus and Cancer come together in a love affair, it’s usually a very good combination.

They are two positions apart within the Zodiac, and such Signs tend to share karmic ties and a deep mutual understanding.

These particular two Signs have much in common

Both prize security in a love relationship above almost all else

both tend to be nurturers

Cancer is emotionally nurturing

while Taurus loves to spoil their lover with sensual delights, gifts and good, rich meals

They’re both quite domestic and love a quiet night spent at home with their sweetie.

The Taurus-Cancer partnership tends to be a happy one due to this mutual enjoyment of the security and comfort of home.

They love a solid home base

a strong relationship

nice possessions

good food

all the comforts of domestic life.

Theirs is often the ideal family that people of other Signs strive for, with strong ties between them and a relationship that is family-oriented rather than toward the outside world.

Their only major problems arise when Taurus insists on having its own way and Cancer responds by sulking.

Taurus must understand Cancer’s emotional sensitivity, and Cancer needs rely on open, honest communication than on emotional blackmail.

The steady, reliable team they make.

Both Signs are dependable and nurturing, strongly oriented toward domestic life together.

A mutual love of home and security makes theirs an ideal long-term, family relationship.

𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 💋

[night-running-echo]

Jaskier, a Bard or a Druid?

I've been reading again the Witcher lately, and thanks to @wherethewordsare​ I had the inspiration to finish a certain theory about a bard that I didn’t have time to write. 

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① Magical Imprint

The first thing we notice is the bond that Jaskier shares with mythological creatures: He interacts with Sirens about love, easily talk with elves, cuddles a baby dragon, jokes with a demon for the entire travel writing a song about him, befriends an untouchable Pegasus and even werewolves don’t try to harm him when he is singing.

“Right before the dawn, while it was still dark, a hungry, vicious werewolf crept up to their camp, but saw that it was Dandelion, so he listened for a moment and then went on his way.”

The Nymphs, or Dryads, call him “Ard Thaed” which translates to “The Bard”; Did you notice the particular use of words? Not a bard, The Bard, a mighty and a noble presence, as we know Nymphs rarely use this names, and more rarely on humans, a race that they despise so much. It can be a coincidence, you know, bards. They are cute, they sing pretty songs, and everyone can be easily mesmerized by them. But what if the truth is much more intriguing?

In the first book, Geralt and Jaskier are captured by a group of elves, and before they try to kill them it's at this point that Dana Meadbh, a goddess also known as the Eternal One, makes a quite spectacular entrance. The elves halt, lower their weapons, and kneel before her. This gives us the demonstration that the Deity is adressed with deep respect. So, she makes a sign to Jaskier and calls an elf that delivers him a new lute, and a rather wondrous one. Jaskier almost cries for the complexity of the runes, the wood and the strings that shine in golden light in the sun.

Only after, we find out why this Lute is so important. In the Fourth book of the saga, Jaskier go on a mission to find a dispersed Geralt, which temporally resided in Brokilon. It's a risky business, the Nymphs would shot him on the spot. But Jaskier sit on a rock and take out his magically crafted lute, gifted by the Goddess. Wait, you didn't notice, right? This is the perfection of Sapkowsky's writing. We are so worried for Jaskier that we not even notice the fact that:

Jaskier's lute is still there

It's magically crafted!

Why it's so important? Let's analyse the concept of a magically created object.

The rule of a magically crafted object, we'll call it artefact from now on, is that when a magical object is created, the magic sorta transfer to the object, leaving a sign and a trace of magic easily recognisable but not too much to track it down. This is influenced mostly by:

The object and therefore the material that's used

Who is the crafter!

So, an artefact is basically the result of a good, positive, magic (well, depends on the type of it and the use that the artefact will serve to), and the materials that can absorb the already nominated magic like a sponge. The quality of the work and the ability of the crafter is important too.

Since the artefact is a magical object, the magic serves as a mechanism that makes the artefact work, and I already said it leaves a trace of magic. But, since artefacts are so rare, why gifting Jaskier one?

Dana Meadbh is a Goddess, they can choose their protected ones, their patrons. This people and also other entities become untouchable and unharmed. In this way Jaskier becomes respected and without any chance to be harmed, in any way or means.

This is why Jaskier is listened to; He is respected, almost feared for the Wrath of the Goddess if Someone will dare to touch him. As Mythical creatures, they can feel and perceive the magic on Jaskier's lute and the imprint Dana Meadbh leaved on him. As that is also why Geralt can't feel the presence of magic within it! It's so little that his methods and objects can't trace and track down the magic on him, it simply hides in a vast world full of magic and creatures, it's too much information.

In conclusion, Jaskier is a Goddess's patron.

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② Why he is still so young?

The books of the Witcher have a plot that gravitates in the period of 10 years and more, so from a book and the other pass at least one or two, even three years each.

And, we see Jaskier never getting older. Well, Geralt is a Witcher, he is made to live long and prosper. Yennefer is a witch, magic duh. But Jaskier, Sweet innocent Jaskier, how he is still so young?

[the next sketch is purely made to laugh. Crude words ahead, skip if necessary]

So me, the narrator, is gonna ask you politely: the why. WHy. WHY JASKIER DON'T GETS OLDERR!??

LIKE LOOK AT HIM, THIS FREAKING ADORABLE GREMLIN, WITH A FUCKIN MAGIC LUTE. WHO ARE YOU. WHO TF ARE U?

[Interrupting the theory for little technical problems]

Anyway, y'all got the point. Or Jaskier Is really really lucky, or there's something under. Could the magic on his artefact sustain him? We would never know.

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③ The Role of a Druid

It was kinda strange for me, to discover that druids in the Witcher world are almost nonexistent. It's usual to read about them, being denigrated, or treated like inferior beings in comparison to powerful Witches, Wizards eccetera. The idea that it brings me, is that Druid magic is relatively easier than the others, that means so it's not hard to learn it alone. Just the fact that Druids are threatened so badly gives us proof.

Being a Druid, then, brings this type of knowledge (usually)

The ability to talk in different mystical languages (It could be the language of the Nymphs, other creatures like sirens, or even elves)

The ability to sense other sources of magic around (something every sorcerer and Witcher need to possess)

The ability, obviously, to understand animals and at least every form of living.

This is the basis of Druid magic, present literally everywhere (from DnD to Fantasy books and films), and The Witcher is not excluded from this category.

Why did I bring this up, then? Let's analize the list accurately.

Jaskier is able to understand animals, we see a close bond with mythical and not mythical identities (point one).

The next interesting thing is the ability to communicate with other identities. It's obvious that Elvish and Nymphic ecc language is not for everyone. Witches, Witchers practice it, and it's rare to encounter someone who is well acquainted with it.

But Jaskier? Jaskier, surprisingly is a marvelous learner. He communicates is Siren's language easily, and have s great grammar basis of Elvish language.

He even sings in Nymphic without a second thought, translating fastly enough massive amount of text that a normal person couldn't do in a year. Especially in the language of the Nymphs, that's so hard to even understand.

So, what about sensing magic? That could be impossible even for Jaskier... Or not?

First book, short after the encounter with Dana Meadbh. The leader of the Elves ask forgiveness to the Goddess, and ask her to come back to the mountains with them. Segues a short telepathic conversation that Geralt notices for the long eye contact that they have. And then Jaskier says something really suspect.

(a translation from the Russian books)

"She was talking telepathically" Dandelion said, making a face "I felt it, a bond. You know what I mean, Geralt, I'm not stupid."

We understand that he perceived the bond. He didn't know, but he felt it, even understanding what they said. This type of ability is only possible if the user have at least about of magic within, or have something who give him that magic.

I think you already understood what I'm talking about, do you?

The lute. The magic artefact that Jaskier will never leave from now on gifts him an amount of magic so little, but useful in multiple situations. It gives him an imprint of Dana Meadbh, The Eternal One, and he is protected by this magic from every mythical creature present on Earth.

He is not only a bard, he is something totally more powerful.

Conclusion, Jaskier is a Druid? Yes and no. He have Druid abilities, he can be called a druid, but he uses his magic almost unconsciously and without acknowledging that. We don't know if he'll find out someday, but the hypothesis is pretty much possible.

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Post-Theory: Sooo, I hope you liked my ideas and mumblings! Don't be shy to give your opinions about a very cute Druid!Jaskier and if you approve this headcannon.

With love

Echo.

[luna-redamancy]

it me. pliz i need. Bifur x reader. Reader is our word and she works with deaf children so she knows sign language and when she falls to middle earth she tries to communicate with Bifur and picks up iglishmek with relative ease. Idk if this is true but maybe for this fic at least we can HC that it's primarily a sign language that is "useful" so there aren't words for things like, ahem, "i love you". So even though they can communicate he can't say he loves them till the axe is out >:)

;o It you! This idea was so freakin cute and I have a new love for Bifur! I hope you like it lovebugggg <3

The conversation/talking through sign language will be in Italics!

The fire crackled pleasantly in your ears, your eyes drawn from the bowl in your lap to Bifur who was having a seemingly heated argument with his brother, Bifur’s hands angrily slashing through the air as he argued, a glare on his face. Drifting your eyes from his face to his hands, you tilted your head as you watched him create symbols and make movements with his hands. 

Setting your bowl to the side, you narrowed your eyes on his hands, mimicking his movements with your hands, listening to Bofur’s responses to try and grasp what Bifur was saying. 

“Lass, what’re you doing?” Oin questioned, eyeing you suspiciously. 

Jumping, you hovered your hand over your heart before you turned to look at Oin. “You scared the lights out of me, Oin.” You huffed before looking back at Bifur’s hands, feeling slightly shy underneath Oin’s scrutinizing gaze.

“I’m trying to learn how to communicate properly with Bifur.” You simply explained, watching as his movements got even faster with his rising anger. 

“Bifur can understand what you’re saying, he just has difficulty responding,” Oin explained, watching his friend proceed to call his cousin a bag of useless ore. “After getting that axe lodged in his head, he hasn’t been able to talk properly since.” 

Nodding, you watched as Bifur broke into a grin after seeing Bofur give up the argument, enjoying the way his eyes twinkled. 

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It took you around two weeks of closely eyeing Bifur to pick up on Iglishmêk, with the help of Oin who taught you the basic hand gestures and their meanings. 

Deciding to test out how well you learned the language, you sat across Bifur (much to his confusion) as everyone waited for Bombur to finish cooking that night’s stew. 

How are you? You signed with a gentle smile on your face, your hands moving slightly sluggish as you wanted to make the gestures properly. 

Bifur’s eyes widened in shock, looking from your hands to your face before a grin broke out across his face. 

The two of you spent hours chatting back and forth, your movements becoming much more fluid as you began to be immersed in the language even more. 

“How did you learn Iglishmêk so quickly?” Bofur questioned, interrupting your conversation. Pausing your hands you turned to him. 

“Back home I learned sign language to teach my students better, I had a few students who couldn’t hear very well, or hear at all. Some were simply non-verbal, so I did what I could to become the best teacher for them… “ Your smile dimmed as you wondered how your students were doing, if they missed you. 

“It was easier for you to learn because you already learned one form of sign language?” Bofur questioned, still trying to wrap his head around how you learned Iglishmêk without learning how to speak Khuzdul. 

“Sort of?” You didn’t know the answer yourself, “I was already used to talking to people through hand gestures, it is difficult though because I want to use the gestures I already know.” 

Bifur watched you interact with his cousin with affection flooding his eyes. You learned Iglishmêk just to be able to talk to him, to have an equal conversation. Bombur watched the three of you from afar, catching Bifur’s gaze. 

I think she’s the One, Bifur signed to his cousin, fondly watching you continuously explain that you weren’t a wizard to Bofur. 

The two of you grew closer over time, your free time filled with him (and the help of Bofur) teaching you more Iglishmêk so you could conversate easier with the animated dwarf. His excitement when talking to you was like a child telling their parent their favorite story, no matter how simple the conversation was he always seemed so excited to get to talk to you. 

Today he seemed particularly eager, nearly dragging Bofur by his braids to translate for you. His Iglishmêk was followed by quick phrases in Khuzdul, making you furrow your brows in confusion, turning to Bofur for help. “I’m afraid I don’t grasp what he’s asking of me?” Your voice was laced with worry and confusion as you watched Bifur’s face fall. 

“(Y/n)...” Bofur sighed, realizing they never taught you anything more complex than simple conversational gestures. “Iglishmêk isn’t designed for full conversations… It’s mining talk, you see, designed for us to talk to each other without needing to find a quiet space, you see? My dear cousin is trying to, terribly trying to, ask you for your permission to braid your hair... To court you.” 

Your eyes went wide, darting between the cousins as a blush began to rise up on your cheeks. “O-oh I see now…” You laughed nervously, a smile growing on your face. 

Yes, you signed, watching Bifur’s eyes light up just like how they did when he won the argument against Bofur, only this time he was winning your heart. 

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You tried to not let it bother you so much, the increasing gap between you and Bifur due to the language barrier. Nowadays, Bifur would give up on bringing Bofur to translate, his body language telling you he was frustrated by not being able to get across the words he wanted to. As far as Balin told you, you two have nearly finished all the steps of courting besides one thing: impressing you. 

In dwarvish culture, you discovered that the final step before marriage is to show your beloved how strong you are and how well they can take care of you, however, that seemed impossible to do while you were all focused on reclaiming Erebor and surviving the battle that was raging outside these stone walls. This didn’t help the doubt that began to grow in your mind, thoughts of how he probably will find a dwarrowdam once this was all over and Erebor gets rebuilt, you left in the dust while he creates a wonderful family all of his own. If you all made it out of this alive, that is. 

Sighing, you pushed the negative thoughts out of your head, heading toward the entrance of Erebor to find Bifur, only to hear Thorin give a speech about being sons of Durin.

“-We are sons of Durin. And Durin's Folk do not flee from a fight.” Thorin declared as him and Kili pressed their foreheads together before Thorin approached the Company members.

“I have no right to ask this of any of you… But will you follow me? One last time?” Your eyes widened as they all picked up their weapons, silently agreeing to follow their King into battle.

Your eyes locked with Bifur’s, his expression grim as he began to approach you. Silently he dropped his weapon to the ground with a gentle thud, carefully pressing his forehead against yours to try and convey his feelings. 

Feeling his frustration about not being able to talk to you fully, you only nodded, blinking away the tears that were threatening to form. “Come back to me,” Was all you said, your hand reaching up to brush your thumb over his cheek before he got pulled back to the Company and things descended into further chaos. 

Time seemed to move by slowly, hours feeling like years as you navigated the mayhem surrounding you. The battle ended long ago, but the hysteria of the battle was not. Sounds of shouting, crying, and the constant shouts for more healers filled your ears as Gandalf continued to lead you back to the Company. Your proof of fighting was decorated on your body. Blood splattered on your face and clothes, slightly limping from being tossed like a ragdoll by a troll. 

“She’s alive!” You heard Bofur shout as you and Gandalf entered the halls of Erebor, a weak smile stretching across your face as you waved at them, too tired to greet anyone. 

Noticing Bofur’s worried expression you shook your head. “Not mine,” You announced, sitting down to rest, the adrenaline of possibly getting killed finally wearing off.

Bifur approached you quickly, looking over your entire form for any scratches or bruises before he cupped your face in his hands. “M’okay Bifur, just a little sore,” You grinned as he bumped his forehead against yours. Pausing for a split second, you pulled away with shock on your face.

“T-the ax?” You questioned, reaching up to stroke the mark on his head where the blade was once embedded into.

“It got pulled out during the battle,” His voice was gruff from not having spoken full sentences in years, but his grin was as big as you’ve ever seen it. 

“I can finally say something I have been meaning to for quite some time.” Bifur bumped his forehead against yours again, his nose rubbing gently on yours. “I love you, (Y/n).” 

You felt tears swell up in your eyes as a wide smile spread across your cheeks. “I love you too, Bifur,” You couldn’t help but giggle as he began to repeat the phrase over and over, giving you small kisses on the apples of your cheeks. 

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[piraticalarchive]

Hi baby. I miss you and can't wait to see you tonight. You are my whole world, and the sweetest, most perfect husband any girl could ask for. I'm so lucky that I get to call you mine. I'm yours, you know, and I'll love you still in hell. ❤

can you believe i did this C AN YOU BELIEVE I DID THIS (i was gonna do a make out gif but alas they’re all fucking huge). it fits though technically because I would completely trade my ship for you. Fuck, I would sink my ship for you. I am utterly and irrevocably in love with you. Do you remember all of those years ago when I randomly said *tackles* in an in character chatzy and proceeded to scream at you about things I thought we had talked about because I thought I knew you ... and the funny part is that maybe I did. Maybe my soul recognized you, my heart heard yours before my head ever caught on - and its this stupid, stupid, stupid muse of mine that brought it all crashing together. I don’t have words to describe what you mean to me. We have been through some really rough times, we’ve been through a tidal wave of rough times and you’ve chosen to wake up with me every morning and start each day fresh.

You’ve set boundaries with people you care about, you’ve put your foot down and said enough when it comes to those who try to get in the way of us - it’s more than i ever thought you would. You know me like the back of your - well, you know - and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Sometimes I think it gets frustrating (for both of us) to have someone who knows you so well, who knows when you’re trying to hide from something rather than face it .. and even though we’ve had to learn different ways to communicate with one another (love language?? what is that??) , we’ve come out so much stronger. It was so hard sometimes to accept that, I think. I wanted to be the person I pretended to be - the put together person that everyone loved who had their shit figured out. I wanted to be the person everyone wanted me to be, the person they envied and they flocked to - and you waited quietly for those moments when I couldn’t do it more. Those moments when I cracked under the pressure and tried to drag myself away to lick my wounds in some dark and shadowed corner.

The moment I clicked that damn play button on that meme where you say the words and stuff and record it - I was like oh fuck. because I knew i was a goner. It was this moment of ‘wait. I know this voice. I’ve dreamt about this voice.”.. and from that moment on, no matter how I tried to ignore it, that flicker of love stirred inside and I couldn’t stop it. I was scared of loving you, of trusting you - I didn’t believe in unconditional love, it was literally something I could not comprehend. My entire life people had loved me for what I did for them, the way I made them feel, the way I built them up even when my own self was crumbling apart. I still remember falling apart, kneeling on the kitchen floor and helping you pick up the pieces of a vase you had bought me that I had slammed against the wall. I looked at you with this sinking feeling, dreading the answer to the question I asked. Why do you love me? And you looked at me earnestly and wiped a tear from my cheek with your thumb and said because you’re you.

The times I ran away in the middle of the night, the times you spent hours helping me pick myself up off the floor and the times when you grabbed a rock right along with me and threw it at whatever monster I was fighting inside my own head, both of us screaming at it until our throats were raw and it had retreated back into whatever hole it had crawled out from. You set my soul on fire, you are my other half - the head to my neck. The ring to my big toe. You are strong when I am weak and brave when I’m scared. You have accepted every single bit of me from the very beginning and I will never be able to express my gratitude for that. I love you so much and I look to our future together and I can’t imagine anyone I’d rather have by my side. I’m so glad I pirate captained up and jumped off that cliff that was admitting my love for you. I never know what to say when it comes to you - how do you express destiny? Fate? I never have believed in reincarnation but I’m starting to change that - because I know in my heart of hearts that my soul recognized yours. I have loved you in every lifetime up until this one, and I will love you in every lifetime more. 

I’m yours, you know. And I’ll love you still in hell.