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astraystayyh · 1 year

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Bittersweet

Pairing : Bang Chan x reader, exes to lovers.

Summary : You broke up with Chan because of an once in a lifetime work opportunity. Four years later, you are back home and everything has changed.

Warnings : Some cursing, reader has a big fear of thunder, allusion to sex in the end but no smut.

A.N: I wrote this as part two of Beginning of the End, but it can be read as a stand-alone. Still, i HIGHLY recommend reading part 1 first, it will just be more impactful!! Please let me know if you enjoyed reading, it means a lot to me <333

(Part 1)

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Four years later, you were back to where it all started.

It felt weird to return home after all this time; to stroll down the alleys you once memorized, to meet up with the friends you once couldn’t live without. To witness firsthand how small your existence is, in the sense that you were so attached to your city, yet it had moved on perfectly despite your absence.

Still, you couldn’t really blame the world for moving on because you changed a lot too.

You had grown happier and more secure in yourself. Your work was recognized and praised, and you made some unforgettable memories that wouldn't have been possible had you not left. You felt as if everything you fought hard for finally paid off.

But throughout the years, one thing did remain the same; your love for Chan. You never tried to forget him or make your feelings go away. You figured that loving him was like the skin that clung to your bones, an inseparable part of your being.

Still, you were human after all, and as the months passed, you began to forget the sound of his voice and the warmth of his body against yours. His giggles became a distant memory in your mind, and so did the feel of his hands on your skin. Loving Chan became like a photograph that you safely tucked away; it chipped at the edges and its colors faded, but it still lived on, just like your love for him did.

And now that you were finally back with a bigger promotion, you couldn’t help but think about Chan even more. Everywhere you went, you saw snippets of your past with him.

You were so young, so foolish, you realized.

But so utterly in love.

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It was 11 pm, and you were suddenly craving ice cream. You knew it was a bit ridiculous because it was -3 degrees, and you were already freezing, but you had one fundamental rule in life: never say no to your heart's desires.

This is why, despite the cold, you quickly leave your new apartment and skip toward the convenience store near you.

You head inside and grab your favorite ice cream before strolling around in case something else caught your attention. You just loved the calm inside and wanted to bask in it a bit more.

You round the milk aisle and suddenly bumped into someone’s chest. You were about to apologize when the words got stuck in your throat.

Chan.

"Yn…?" he calls out, and you feel yourself grow weak in the knees.

There was something about the way your name rolled off the tip of his tongue that made you feel as if no one, besides him, had ever done it justice.

He was even more beautiful than when you last saw him four years ago. His brown curly hair was tousled and his warm eyes reminded you of galaxies. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest because you couldn’t believe it. You couldn’t believe it was him.

Memories of your last time together came crashing down on you like a wave; how he hugged you and told you to pretend as if nothing was happening, how he wrote you the most heart-wrenching letter that you’ve since memorized by heart.

"How are you?" you ask, clearing your throat. It felt silly to ask such mundane questions. This wasn't what you wanted to know. You wanted to ask if he still hated the taste of alcohol, if he still cried during sad movies, if he still squealed when he laughed, if he still loved you as you loved him.

But you couldn't voice those thoughts, so you willed yourself to drown them in the storm that is your mind.

"I'm good, and you?" he replies, smiling a little. It doesn't reach his eyes.

"I'm great."

"You look like it," he says, and you meekly nod, "So do you."

"Are you... visiting?" he asks after a few silent beats, and you shake your head, "I'm back for good."

"That's great. It's nice seeing you again," he gives you a genuine smile this time, and you can't help but grin back. You missed him.

You both stare at each other for a while after that, taking each other in. Looking at him felt like looking at a mirror of your past self -you could clearly see yourself in him because he once was a part of you, just like you were a part of him.

"I'll... I'll get going," he points behind him, retracting back, and before you could think it through, you grab his wrist to stop him.

It wasn't butterflies you felt when you touched him, that would be an understatement, it was pure electricity shooting through you.

People had touched you while you were away - hugs, kisses, and intimate caresses - but none of them made you feel this way. You were like a prisoner who had just felt the sun's rays against their skin for the first time in years. And you were starving for that sunlight.

"Can we meet up? Catch up? If you want to, of course," you whisper. Your voice is quiet- a stark contrast to the chaos going on in your mind.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'd like that," he agrees, rubbing the spot where you had grabbed him. Did he feel the sparks too?

"Tomorrow, this time, in the park near our old apartment?" you suggest, and he nods, "Sure. I'll be there."

"Great. I'll wait for you."

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You are sitting on a swing, swaying back and forth gently. Your heart is beating erratically in your chest, and you bite your nails from how stressed you are. In the four years you were away, you had to give conferences in front of thousands and thousands of people, yet you weren't as nervous as you are now.

"You still do that?" a voice next to you reprimands and you turn around to find Chan.

"Old habits never die, I guess," you smile sheepishly, dropping your hand down, and he chuckles.

"How are you?" you ask again, and he shrugs, "I'm good."

"How are you, really?"

"I don't think you have the right to ask me that anymore." His words cut you deep, and you swallow forcefully. "I'm sorry, I didn't... I didn't mean to pry."

"I know, fuck, I didn't mean to snap at you."

"It's okay," you reassure, looking up at the starry sky. He was right after all.

"Haven't been stargazing for a while," he whispers, and you smile sadly. That was one of your favorite activities together.

"Me too. But I love looking at the stars," you reply.

"I know. They remind you of how small you are in the grand scheme of things," he says nonchalantly as if he didn’t just knock the breath out of you. He remembered.

"Yeah, like how I've been away for four years, and everything moved on as if I've never been here."

"Your absence was felt, yn”, he pauses, “I used to miss you." Used to. Past tense.

"I still miss you." Your reply is instant; you don't feel the need to hide from him. You never did.

Chan holds your gaze for a while, and you wonder what he was thinking at that moment. You wanted to shout at him to tell you what was on his mind. To just say it. But you couldn't. You can no longer ask things from him; you knew that.

"I saw your name in news articles and TV shows. You had your big breakthrough," he suddenly smiles at you, changing the subject. You feel a blush creep up your neck; the fact that he kept up with you made you feel shy all of a sudden.

"I guess I did, I grew a lot. I... I think that I needed to get away and experience new things. It would have haunted me had I not," you smile, and he nods attentively. He still listened to you intently, as always.

"You were always destined for great things," he says seriously, and you feel your eyes well up with tears.

He spoke those words as if he wholeheartedly believed them, and nothing in the world could ever sway his mind.

"So are you. You've been doing amazing these past few years, getting all these awards and deals. I love your music," you gush, and he waves a hand in the air as if to dismiss your words.

"Don't do that," you chastise, "you should be proud of yourself. I know I am very proud of you."

"I suppose the years did us good," he sighs wistfully, and you hum in agreement. You are both quiet after that. You don’t dare to speak, afraid that your next words would break the bubble you are in. As selfish as it was, you didn’t want to face reality yet.

"Just say what’s on your mind," he suddenly speaks up, and you raise a brow at him inquisitively.

“You are scratching your throat as if to stop the words from coming out. Just tell me.” Chan, ever the perceptive.

You take in a deep breath, willing your voice to sound strong, "The only thing I regret is that... I had to lose you in the process. I know I'll never find someone as amazing as you."

Chan doesn’t reply and your words linger in the air, suffocating you. You hoped that a strong wind will come by and carry them away, somewhere they wouldn't hurt anymore.

"I did love you, yn." A pause, and you can feel a heartbreaking ‘but’ coming. "But I don't anymore. I found... I found someone else. They are good to me and I love them."

"Oh". You dreaded it, expected it even, you never wanted him to wait for you. Because you left, so he had every right to move on. Still, you were only human, an enamored human whose heart now broke in two.

You feel the bile rise in your throat and you shake your head as if to clear those stupid thoughts away. You left, for god’s sake, you weren’t allowed to feel this way. But still, it hurt, it hurt so bad all you wanted to do was to curl in a ball and weep.

"I hope that you are happy with them. That's all I ever wanted for you, happiness." Your voice wavers and he knows, Chan must know you are trying so hard not to break down. So he doesn’t comment, he only smiles at you, which makes your heart break even more, because he must smile at them like this all the time now.

"I will get going," you abruptly stand up, dusting your pants. "Let me walk you home," he offers and you shake your head no.

"It's nearly midnight, you are out of your mind if you think I'll let you walk alone."

"Okay," you simply reply. Truth is, you weren’t processing what he was saying anymore. 'I love them' kept repeating itself in your head like a broken mantra. He found someone else. He found someone else. He found someone else, and it isn’t you.

"This is me", you clear your throat when you arrive in front of your apartment, and Chan stops in his tracks.

“Come here”, he says and it’s all it takes for you to bury yourself in him. Just like four years ago, he was leaving you with a goodbye hug. Only this time, there was no hope left. Only a sense of finality. He knows that you still love him, you couldn't hide that from him. But he doesn't love you anymore and he can't hide that from you.

The hug only lasted a mere ten seconds, but you tried your best to take it all in, to memorize how it felt for Chan to hug you again. You desperately needed to patch up the broken memories you had left of him.

You finally lean away, wiping your tears with the sleeve of your shirt. Chan’s brows furrow looking at you, and you smile reassuringly. "I'm okay really. This is just bittersweet to me."

"It is to me too," he whispers and you nod, biting the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from breaking down.

"You stay safe for me, yeah?" he tells you softly and you nod again, "you too."

"Goodbye, yn."

"Goodbye, Chan," and with that you turn around, entering your apartment block.

You've never hated goodbyes more than in that instant.

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it's been 3 months since your talk with Chan. Admittedly, you've gone back to that convenience store where you've met him, for a month straight, just in case he went back there. He didn't. And now you had a large stock of snacks you didn't know what to do with.

After that, you went to all the places where you've gone to on your dates. You don't know what you were expecting. You've lost Chan, but still, you always found yourself back to where you shared memories with him. But he wasn't there.

In the third month, you've started accepting that you lost him for good. The love mingled with the ache and you found comfort in its everlasting presence. It served as a reminder that you did love him, and he did love you back at some point.

Thankfully, your work was going really well, and tonight, you were out with your superior to celebrate a successful deal you chaperoned and discuss some upcoming projects.

You enter the restaurant, your boss hot on your tracks, when you abruptly stop. Sat on a table right across from you is Chan with a girl you did not recognize. You would have bolted out had it not been for your boss who looked at you with worried eyes. You shake your head mouthing an "I'm fine" to him.

While your boss placed your order, you couldn’t help but stare at Chan. He looked so... happy with her. She said something and he laughed, tipping his head back. You felt jealousy gnaw at your heart because you were the one who used to make him laugh like that.

You left, you remind yourself, you are the one who left.

Against your own will, you look up at Chan once again, only this time he was looking at you too. You hold his gaze as if under a spell, and when the girl next to him touches his hand softly to bring him to her, you almost sob right there and then.

"... our partners will come from France and you will have to hold a meeting with them tomorrow."

"Sure. I already prepared the slides and sent them over to your mail," you nod. Work, forget about Chan, work.

"I will check them out. You'll have Clara with you?"

"Yes, she's the only one who can speak French besides me. I have been overlooking her for this past month and she's really competent."

"Should I challenge her?"

"Yeah, I think she's up to the task", you smile and he nods, satisfied.

You try to eat your dinner after that, keeping up with your boss’s chatter. But it felt like a punishment- sitting there when the man you still loved was on a date right across from you.

And as if your night couldn’t get any worse, you hear thunder rumble loudly. You clench your glass so tightly in your hand- you are surprised it didn’t break.

You had a really really big fear of thunder. It stemmed from when you were a child, playing hide and seek when a thunderstorm happened. You ended up being stuck in the closet for an hour because your cousins forgot about you, and you fainted from how afraid you were.

You look up at your boss apologetically, you couldn't tell him you had to leave because of a childhood phobia, so you quickly try to muster up an excuse. "I'm sorry to cut it short but can I go? I have a- a dentist appointment and I need to wake up very early tomorrow."

"Sure. I'll see you at work?". You have never been more grateful for his understanding.

"Yeah, thank you for dinner".

You quickly grab your things, leaving the restaurant. You hop in your car but you are shaking so badly, you can't even start the engine. Another thunder resounds and you drop your keys, forcefully shutting your eyes. You try to drown out the sound with your hands clasped on your ears but it didn’t help. It was too much- the pain, the fear, the ache. You needed everything around you to stop.

You hear the door next to you suddenly open and you snap your eyes toward it, to find a disheveled Chan standing there. He pulls you out of your seat, instantly bringing you to his body.

He knows how scared you are of thunder.

"Shhh, it's okay, I'm here. You're safe," he pats your head gently and you hug him tighter to you; as if he was your only mean of survival.

He tries to peel away but you only hold him closer, to which he rubs soothing circles on your back, “I’m not going anywhere, let me drive you home, okay?”

You nod against his chest and he lets go of you, holding your hand instead. He opens the passenger door for you then he quickly hops into the driver’s seat. He starts off your car, blasting the music so loud you no longer hear the thunder booming.

Your hand is still tightly clasped in his when you arrive home.

He silently opens the door for you once more, and you lead him to your apartment. You were mortified he had to leave the restaurant for you, but you were so grateful for him, because at the end of the day, he came to you.

Chan awkwardly stands in your living room and you figure the least you could do is apologize. "I’m sorry I cut your date short."

"You sound jealous", he points out.

"I am jealous, but mostly sorry."

"You shouldn't date someone who won't be with you in times like these," he dismisses your words, and you frown. Why did he sound angry all of the sudden?

"He didn't know."

"Still, he should have seen the signs. I was across the room but I saw you shaking for god's sake!” he almost shouts and you take a step toward him.

"Why do you care?"

"I don't," he is lying.

"Why does it bother you?” you insist. You needed to know.

"I said it doesn’t yn," he enunciates but you don’t back off.

“He’s my boss that’s why I was alone, but why? Why does it matter to you?"

"Because I fucking lied", he shouts, inching closer to you. "Because I lied yn, I never found someone else, it was you, it was always you."

"What... but the girl?".

"She's my coworker yn. I tried to forget you. I tried but you were always there. You were everywhere. And I had to carry on with the love I had for you but I didn't know where to put it anymore. Because you didn't tell me, you didn't tell me where the love was supposed to go now that you left!"

You stare at him unblinking, afraid that this was all just a figment of your imagination.

"And then... and then you came back and it was as if no time has gone by. It was as if you'd never left and I wanted to kiss you and hug you and I wanted you back. I needed you back", his hands are on your shoulders now, grasping you tightly as if to convince himself that you were here.

"But I couldn't, I couldn't allow you in because what if you left again? I wouldn't survive that, yn," his voice cracks at your name and it’s all it takes for you to bring his lips crashing down on yours.

You stagger back, your fingers grazing your lips in shock, "I'm so sorry, I didn't-", your words are cut off by his mouth on yours once again, "don't stop", he whispers and you kiss him, again and again. Your mouths moving in sync to the symphony that is your love.

When you finally pull away, he places his forehead on yours and you close your eyes. "Tell me this is real, that you're back to me."

"I'm here."

"You still feel like a dream."

"I'm here, I'm here", you reassure, your hand gently cradling his cheek, "I never stopped loving you Chan. I knew I was destined to love you, whether you loved me back or not."

"You are my soulmate", he leans back, kissing your forehead softly, "you and I are one."

"I've got a tattoo of your handwriting", you confess softly and his eyes snap open.

"What?"

"I tattooed a sentence from the letter you left me, with your handwriting, 'Our love will remain'."

"Where?"

"Here", you trace the outline of your breast and he chokes, "somewhere only I can see it."

"You are crazy", he chuckles, a bewildered smile on his face.

"In love, yes," you giggle and he blushes, hiding his head in your neck.

“Can I see you tomorrow? We have a lot to talk about," he asks, peppering the curve of your neck with kisses.

"Sure, I'm all yours after 5 pm."

"Works for me. I’ll see you tomorrow?", he smiles, and you beam at him, "I’ll see you."

Chan doesn't let you go and you laugh, kissing his cheek, "you are not leaving?"

"I'm not", he smiles cheekily.

"And why is that?"

"Because....", he drawls out, his lips brushing against your collarbone, "I need to see that tattoo."

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A lover’s body is like a land you discover over and over again. And tonight, as Chan made love to you, you drank it all in- the flexing of his muscles and the new sounds he made. But despite those changes, you found out that you never forgot the secret passages to his body, and the ways only you can make him unfold.

Still, it wasn’t when his naked body hovered over yours that you felt bare in front of him. It was when you both laid next to each other, talking in bed until the sun rose, that he undressed your mind.

It is there, behind those walls that you both built, that Chan and yn from four years ago lived on.

And you were still as in love.

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lovelybunn · 1 year

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some hugs n cuddles !ㅤ- feat. howdy, barnaby and eddie

warning(s): none.

author's note: y'know i just HAD to feed on the delusional fantasy by writing for the big boy trio... (also this is lowkey established relationship)

🐛 howdy pillar .

Howdy whistles contently to himself while organizing the shelves of his store. His work is cut short by the familiar jingle of the bell at the entrance, alerting him of your presence. “Howdy, neighbor, welcome to my bodega! Anything you need, I got it for ya. How can I be of service?” Howdy greets you with a warm smile as you step inside.

You walk up to the front counter and clear your throat. “I know this is not what you're currently selling, but…” Howdy's big, buggy eyes twinkled, “What is it? I can get it in stock in a jiffy, if you'd like!” You awkwardly press your lips into a thin line and exclaim, “It's not a product.”

“Oh?” He pauses. “Then what is it?” He asks slowly, the gentle baritone of his voice flowing through your eardrums. His eyebrows furrow and antennae shuffle with worry. You snicker and wave your hand dismissively, “Hey, don't give me that look! I wanted a hug!”

The frown on his fluffy face soon molded into a bright smile. "Oh, then why didn't ya just say that, lovebug?" He rushes over from behind the counter and swoops you off your feet. Howdy's lower pair of arms kept you up as he wraps his upper pair around your waist. He gently squeezes you close. "You're the cutest, (Name)!" The two of you giggle, giving sweet butterfly kisses against each other's noses.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤheadcanons !

getting cuddles/hugs from this man is absolute heaven for ppl that are chronically touch starved (like me—)

howdy's two pairs of arms will give all the affection anyone would need in their entire life. like boy will have two arms wrapped around your waist, one hand caressing your cheek, and the last one intertwined with your fingers <333

he doesn't wanna bend over, so he'll pick u up alot tho… (he's old and carries boxes all the time, his back don't need all that, alr?)

he's very soft. he has fur/fluff. (yes, i am basing that off of clownsuu's design, and what?)

and i feel like he would just love holding you anyway. ur just so small compared to him and he wants to protect you, y'know?

i personally see howdy being the papa of the neighborhood, taking care of everyone alongside poppy (but he's a lil bit more strict than she is about it lmao)

hear me out on this one guys…. i know that most ppl portray him as this chatterbox, but he knows how and when to listen.

howdy will make sure that u never feel unheard or unloved, the sweet boy will make it his mission to put a smile on that adorable face of urs

🌭 barnaby b beagle .

Barnaby slouches in the bench chair and sighs. He takes a bite out of his hotdog when his eyes trail to a familiar face, walking up to him. "Ah, ey, kiddo. Whatchu want?" He gives you a relaxed smile. "I wanted to ask you for something."

He tilts his head, eyebrow raised. "Hmm? Go on, I got time." You take in a deep breath, "Hey Barnaby, Can you…" You pause as he leans closer to you. "Can you hold me? I've had kinda a rough day, and you're my go-to." He takes the last bite of his hotdog and pats his lap. " 'Course, kid. You can stay as long as you like."

Just as soon as you get his permission, you're sitting with your back towards him, his big paws placed gently across your belly. His plump figure makes it easy for you to practically sink into him like a fresh new couch. He hums a contented tune near your ear; your face warms up into a joyful grin.

Barnaby glances at you, "Ey, kiddo." You hum in response. "Y'know, I think Sally got a little bit of some competition; your smile alone could light up this whole neighborhood." You roll your eyes, a slight snicker escaping from your lips. "You're just saying that to make me feel better." He held you closer, shaking his head. Barnaby's large thumb caresses the palm of your right hand, tracing circles around its surface. "Nah, hon. It's all truth. I mean, ya must be some kinda treat, cuz I always catch myself gawking at the sight of you."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤheadcanons !

boy's soft and plump like a giant life size pillow fr <3333 (human or dog ver, idc)

for dog ver, he loves being scratched behind his big ol ears !!!

gives bear hugs unintentionally

does that circle thing with ur palm

the dog be cooking tho. no, fr, he is the best cook in the neighborhood (and his love language is literally food) so if u need some support, he'll whip it up and serve it to u on a silver platter !!

also puns for days.. he wants to make everyone smile and laugh, u included. barnaby cannot stand a frown on a fellow neighbor's face.

Uncle-That-Smokes-Weedcore ™

he gives the best advice (when he wants to, that is. sometimes he'll say something stupid to see if whoever he gave the advice to will actually do it ;D) why do u think wally tells the man everything?

💌 eddie dear .

Eddie quickly walks to the door of his post office, filled with gratitude for another great hard day's work. As soon as he walks through the door, you rush over to give him a tender embrace. He chuckles, “Hey there, darlin'! Did my babydoll miss me?” With your face buried in his chest, you muffle out a "Mhm." Eddie's face beams, patting your back. "Well, I missed you too, honey." He places three soft kisses on you, one on your forehead, and the other two on either cheek.

Eddie tries to move forward, but you don't budge. Your arms are glued tight to him. "Uh, darlin'...? I– I gotta get unready, y'know? Please let go of me." He chuckles nervously. He tries to sneakily pull your arms away, but you speak before he's given the chance. "You've been gone all day, dear. Can't I hug you a little while longer?" You look up at him. The pleading look in your eyes melts the poor mailman's heart within seconds. "Alright, alright, fine! But just for a few minutes. I'd like to change into less sweaty clothes at some point."

The two of you just relax there for a moment, limbs wrapped delicately around each other. Absent-mindedly, Eddie guides you into somewhat of a slow dance, and your bodies sway back and forth as you and Eddie sink deeper into one and other's touch. After about a minute, he kisses your forehead again, then pulls away. "You satisfied, love?" You smile and nod slowly, "Yes, very."

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤheadcanons !

smooches for dayssss

most days this golden retriever man will lift u up, spin u around and DROWN U in kisses, but (obv) on busier days, hes a lot more relaxed about it

his love language is words of affirmation (so lots of pet names if u couldn't tell)

hand-holding at all times (when given opportunity)

EDDIE DEAR IS A POET. BOY WRITES U LOVE LETTERS EVERY OTHER DAY, ALL OF WHICH IS HANDMADE, ALL THE WAY DOWN TO THE ENVELOPE.

is it weird that i see eddie and frank as my gay parents? (yeah we ARE the two gay married men w/ their autistic child trope.)

eddie would be that crazy country dad who would with zero hesitation pull a gun on someone hurting his baby

but fr, if u were feeling sad boy would pull out the arts and crafts and go bonkers with it. like "awh, yer sad??? let's make origami butterflies to make u feel better c:"

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home x reader #welcome home x you #welcome home howdy #howdy pillar #howdy pillar x reader #welcome home barnaby #barnaby b beagle #barnaby b beagle x reader #welcome home eddie #eddie dear #eddie dear x reader #welcome home imagines #welcome home headcanons #for people who are inlove w puppets #no judgement #imagines #headcanons

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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Law x one sliding their hand into the other’s hair slowly

this is it guys.. the last post for the kissing event. ironically enough, this will get its own post as it was request by dms by the lovely @whateversitsyourchair. this is absolutely one of my favourite piece of writing. I love writing for Law, it brings out the best of me; he makes me so emotional, honestly. it feels so good to round it off with this workpiece, it was one hell of a ride. thank you to all of you for appreciating my work, trusting me with your request and having fun with this event. Sorry this is long-ish.. I. hope you'll enjoy it. as always, do let me know what you think.. love you lots guys, thank you so much! <333

sfw; mention of insomnia, a bit emotional ngl.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee. - from this event.

It was one of those nights again, for Law. His whole crew was asleep whilst he laid wide awake on his bed, staring at the ceiling unable to get any sleep. He was a doctor, he knew how detrimental this was for his health - but nightmares always kept him up at night, demons from his past coming back to the surface as he vividly relived his traumatic experiences. Sighing and accepting his destiny, Law decided to get up to get some fresh air. Lucky for him, tonight was one of the rare nights in which the ship wasn't hiding in the depths tf the ocean - and he had to admit it was nice. Grabbing his favourite book, he made his way to the deck of the ship - looking forward to let the ocean's wave whisper in his hears; it was the only thing that brought him peace.

Finally reaching the deck, he was surprised to see you there too. Moving sneakingly and avoiding making any type of sound, he laid his back against the door and took a brief moment to observe you. The moonlight caressed your features gracefully - and Law could have sworn you have never been more beautiful, almost ethereal. He wondered what kept you up at night, what was hunting you so much you couldn't sleep. Law knew how hard insomnia was, he has suffered with it for his whole life - and he didn't wish that upon any living soul. Most importantly, you. How did he never notice? The signs of sleep deprivation are obvious and visible, especially on him - his dark under-eyes could be spotted from miles away. But you always looked flawless, a pearl amongst all the delirium that characterised his life. As your doctor, he wished he had done better. But as Law, just Law, he was happy you were there. The selfish version of him, the one he never showed you, was cherishing your company in silence. There was no one else he would have wanted to share the darkness of the night with, and he couldn't help but wonder if you would have been okay with the darkness of his heart too.

Taking a deep breath, he cleared his throat to make his presence known and finally took a big step towards you.

"Trouble sleeping?" he asked, sitting right next to you and giving you a soft smile. You nodded in response, resting your head on his shoulder. Law's muscles stiffened for a second, before relaxing once again and enjoying the warm feeling you brought to his body.

"It would have been a shame to sleep anyway. It so rare to get to see the night sky." you answered, tilting your heads up to take a better look at your captain.

Law hummed in response, lifting his head up to admire the starring sky above you.

"You're right." he admitted, sliding an hand around your back, pulling you closer to his body and carelessly resting his hand on your hips. Law's hugs were always subtle, almost casual - but they were the best, strangely comforting despite the careless appearance of his gestures.

You have grown used to this type of affectionate touches. The way he would place his hands on your lower back whenever you walked right in front of him, the way he sometimes wrapped his pinky finger around yours while wondering around a new island, the forehead kisses he gave you every time he wished you goodnight. These little moments always happened away from the crew's eyes, most of the time at least. The two of you have been caught a few times holding hands or sitting next to each other - and that, of course, made the rest of your cremate suspicious. They knew better than that - Law wasn't the type to be so extroverted, nor the type to particularly enjoy closeness or physical touch. Yet, he always looked for all this things whenever he was around you - and it would be a lie to say you didn't like it; you have loved him since the very first day you joined the crew. But you knew Law wasn't the exactly the emotional type, it was almost impossible to imagine a future for the two of you.

However years passed by and your captain became your best friend, midnights became your afternoon and without even realising it, Law slowly let you crawl inside the walls that protected his heart. He told you about his past and about his deepest scars - and although he did that superficially, it was the closest someone ever got to him. Every time he shared something with you, a sudden fear creeped into his heart; he didn't want to scare you away. He wanted you to see the best part of him yet all he could ever show was the dark side of his moods.

The intimacy that now characterised your relationship scared Law. His heart ached for closure and moments like this, but he was scared of feeling new emotions. Happiness, joy, love - were all things he knew once and that life abruptly took away from him, leaving a painful void in his soul that somehow, you were slowly filling again. You were the reason behind his genuine smiles, you made his heart beat faster than anything before - with you, he felt alive. Life was slowly start to have a new meaning, something that was worth fighting for.

"Hey." he finally whispered, breaking the silence between the two of you. You simply hummed in response, waiting for him to continue.

"What are we?" he asked, gulping loudly as if he was trying to keep the lump in his throat under control. "Why do we do this?" he asked, slowly raising his hand up to your neck, letting his fingers playing with your hair.

Placing an hand on your captain's chest, you kept silent for a second, trying to find the right words. Was this his way to tell you he reciprocated your feelings? Did he want to call it quits? Your heart was pounding in your chest, analysing everything the two of you shared, trying to find an answer to your question.

"Just tell me you love me." he whispered again, his voice now shaking. "that's all that I need to hear." he continued, looking way from you as tears started to lightly cloud his vision. This was the most vulnerable he had ever been in ages.

Your muscles tensed up, feeling as if a lighting had just hit you. A million different emotions flooded your mind; it was heartbreaking to see Law like this - but at the same time, you were oh, so happy. The dreams you had about this exact moment weren't even close to how you felt right now.

Finally coming to your senses, you gently placed your hand on Law's cheek. Running your thumb against his skin, you finally leaned towards him, placing a soft, timid kiss on his lips.

"I have loved you since the first time your eyes met mine, dummy." you whispered, your lips still brushing against his before the biggest smile formed on your face.

Law looked at you for a second, feeling stunned by everything that just happened. Lifting his eyebrow in surprise, a surprised laugh escaped his lips. "Really?" he asked, his tone slightly higher than normal.

You quickly nodded in response, and before you could even realise it, Law's lips were pressed onto yours once again. The kiss you shared was passionate, and hungry, and emotional. You could feel Law taking deep breath, letting your perfume invade of all his senses in an attempt to satiate his greed. He wanted all of you, he wanted to feel you in every way possible - he had starved himself for so long of any type of affection. He placed on of his hands at the base of your neck, letting the other slowly slide into your hair, as if he was trying to pull you even more closer to him.

Maybe sleepless nights were not that bad, after all.

#law x y/n #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar d water law #law x you #law x reader #law x oc #law one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanart #one piece oc #one piece oneshot #one piece imagine #one piece x y/n #one piece writing #one piece #one piece luffy

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mymelodymia · 11 months

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having a nightmare Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

Summary: you have a nightmare but your big brother is there to help you <333

Warnings: nightmare, crying, death mentioned,

A/N: I WANT HIM TO BE MY BIG BROTHER SO BAD ITS MOT EVEN FUNNY 😫 *y/n is like 12 here*

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You screamed as you sat up quickly in your twin sized bed. Your breath was out of control and you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ear.

Mike, your big brother, somehow heard your scream through his earphones. He ran into your room as fast as he could, thinking something was wrong. (Protective big brother mode activated)

Jogging over to you he quickly got a hold of your shaking figure, "what happened, whats wrong are you okay? Hey...." he said as you started sobbing. He held you close, rubbing your back as he listened to the pained sobs coming from you.

he had trouble not crying himself, he had never seen you have a nightmare this bad before. He assumed it was something about Freddy's. You had developed some trauma from the near death experience.

"They...me, and-and abby w-we were both..." you attempted to say in between sobs. "You were both what, what happened" Mike asked you in a soft tone, growing inpatient.

"Dead! Dead mike, we were both dead...." you yelled. Mike took a moment to think about this, before returning his mind back to calming you down.

He pulled away from you for a moment to lock eyes with you. He cupped one of your tear-stained cheeks, rubbing it with his thumb. "Dont worry, i wont let that happen...ever." he reassured you.

He continued comforting you until you stopped crying. He leaned back holding you in his arms. Pulling your blanket over the two of you, he hummed you to sleep while playing with your curly locks.

He fell asleep there too soon enough. The next morning he woke up before you, he walked back to his room and did a small morning workout.

He made you your favorite breakfast in order to cheer you up. You woke up to the smell of pancakes, and bacon. You hopped out of bed, heading to the kitchen to greet your big brother.

He looked up at you after you came into his vision. You smiled at him, though you hardly remembered the night before, you still remembered the nightmare and how he held you after it.

He flashed you a warm smile, extending one of his arms to hug you. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he held you close one again.

"Do you even remember what happened last night?" He asked, taking his attention off of the pancake sizzling on the pan.

"Not really. But, i remember the nightmare vividly, and how you stayed with me after it." He squeezed you a bit tighter after that, flipping the pancake.

After breakfast he dropped you off at school, but before you had even opened the door, he pulled you into a soft embrace. Hugging you, he kissed the top of your head.

When you got home, you saw Mike preparing your favorite meal. You walked up to him as he turned around to wash his hands (he cracked an egg, hehe) you threw your arms around him tightly.

"Thank you, for everything you did today mike. I love you" you said, holding back tears. "I love you too y/n."

"Mike, why dont you make this more often?" Abby asked, stuffing her face. You all giggled at her, you gave Mike another smile.

A few hugs and kisses before bed too.

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A/N: this is my first time writing for fnaf so please don't come at me.

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stevie-petey · 2 months

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Decided to just send this in directly but! I have explanations for everything so buckle in bc when i say i have brain rot about this fic I MEAN IT ITS SO GOOD

1. BI BUG CONFIRMATION. ENOUGH SAID.

2. I will never forget reading that scene from season 1 of steve driving bug home w her bike in his trunk and her all flustered about it and i dont super remember what time of day it was in the scene but in my head it was right after sunset where the sun has set but its light creates this contrast that makes everything look cool toned in comparison to whats in the light n i wanted to play w that in the coloring also im a sucker for steve n his big arms so this was almost entirely self indulgent

3. The cardigan bc i needed to. I re read that chapter constantly it gives me all the warm n fuzzies and thats good for the soul

4. The phones were both an “i need to put this in here immediately bc my brain never stops thinking about it” and a filler for blank space. The colors for each are tied to what s3 bug and what s3 are associated w in my head like you cannot tell me bug isnt soft ivory coded and steve is not light grey-blue coded in s3 it just feels right for them (plus i needed to reference the nicknames at least once my very soul craved it)

5. Dustins hat was a lil bit of a last minute thing, i was working on a bigger piece w all of this kids n their looks for season 3 but it wasnt coming out the way i wanted it to so i scrapped it but i still wanted a something in there that wasnt steve or bug related and it felt fitting to put in dustins camp know where cap both bc of his relationships w steve n bug and bc every now and then i think about how dustin felt ditched by the party at the beginning and how heartbreaking that scene was when i read it n how much i just wanted to hug the lil guy bc feeling lonely at an age like that is so devastating it made my heart hurt for him so i wanted to have a lil thing for dustin in there somewhere

6. In the show i really liked the whole bit w steve asking girls out and robin keeping score n before you wrote this scene i was curious as to how you were going to go about it and it ended up cracking me up dude i love that scene if him just being awkward and so not “king steve” suave and i needed to put down how my brain saw that scene to something visual bc it was so ugh hes such a dork i love steves himbo self

7. Follow up is the lil doodle of steve n robin running around high as hell and there was no way i wasnt going to include that somehow if i am given the chance to write the phrase “trash popcorn” and draw robin frolicking i will take it with both hands and bolt

8. Going back to the whole “steve is a desaturated light blue in s3” thing i just wanted an excuse to draw my boy being cute in my head this is when hes helping bug put away books at her job and yes the anatomy is a lil wonky but i luv him and his hair swoops and joes side profile is so very fun to draw <3

Over all come home is wonderful n amazing and i love it n ur brain is so big n full of wrinkles

i genuinely cried when i first saw this im not kidding. im speechless, its so fucking beautiful and everything you drew from the fic is captured SO perfectly i cannot even begin to explain how much this means to me :(((( thank you so so so so much. truly.

the DETAILS ???? you brought the cardigan to life. its exactly how i envisioned it in my head, its BEAUTIFUL :((((( and bug being ivory and steve a blue ,,,, god you really truly nailed this i again cannot put into words how PHENOMENAL this is. the telephone lines being connected with their nicknames, steve carrying a box of books at bugs job, him driving and the setting sub (which you got EXACTLY. it was the same i envisioned in my head writing that scene), the bi colors on the lady bug like are u kidding me !!!! youre insane and i LOVE YOU !!!

steve n high robin doodle is so <333 and the steve scene at scoops with his flustered monologue in the background made me giggle so hard oh my god.

i know you dont know this, but my birthday is tomorrow and this is the best gift ive ever been given. i want to frame the doodles and put it on my bedroom wall because i am astounded and in awe of your talent and still so baffled my fic was brought to life !!!!! its mind boggling and i cannot thank you enough for this experience <333

(obviously with ur permission in reference to wanting to print n frame the doodles because theyre so dear to me and i respect ur talent !!)

#n3muru #ask #m speaks #ch creations #im so serious i want to print this out and frame it #this is everything to me #i sobbed #my sister asked why and i showed her the pic and she also was like oh my GOD #ur so crazy talented im so so so in awe

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starlordcumidk · 1 month

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New Kind of Love

~chapter 1~

word count: 3.2k

notes: slight ooc, reader wears glasses, this is an AU of TASM!Peter where he is a fraternity brother. reader is portrayed as rude/stand-offish. reader is a tad neurodivergent. playful banter. please read this knowing that i am a newer author and the plot is based on a song.

warnings: not proofread, minor cursing? does that count?

Enough of "Love Lite"

And "I Can't Believe It's Not Love!"

Monday, October 21st, 2024.

School started back up eight weeks ago, frat, sorority, club rushs and event posters making anyones head spin. There were at least forty parties that happened just in the first six weeks of school, none you attended. Right now, the school was setting up for their next pep rally, big decorations all over the place, even in Siebert’s courtyard.

Empire State University was known for its largely populated campus, even for a private school. Truly, the scholarships they offered were the biggest reason anyone was able to go. Those from out of state were even encouraged with extra offers, you included.

You have been living rather normally, even with the hussle and bustle through the dorm halls every night, your favorite being the RA catching the girl down the hall with two gallon size ziplocs with coke and her boyfriend naked in the hall in the middle of September.

It was refreshing, almost. Being back in New York always puts an extra pep in your step, especially after a very long, very hot, very southern summer spent back at your parents house. Not only was it over one-hundred and five degrees most days, the humidity was consistently breaking the ninety percent mark.

Even though you weren’t as lucky this year with housing and got the road facing room, six floors up— with a broken elevator nonetheless– you were comfortable. The room was decorated meticulously, just the way you liked it. Warm lighting from lamps, the big light never on, a rotary fan at the foot of your bed. Perfect.

The cool seventy degree weather was a welcome breeze as you opened the window, allowing yourself to get the dry, definitely polluted air into your lungs. Looking down at the road, even though it was nowhere near as beautiful as the courtyard, filled you with excitement every single time. It was a beautiful swarm of colors, bright jackets and scarves creating a moving mural with the fresh morning sun.

I missed this. The thought floods your senses as you feel your first genuine chill of the year.

This was home. Being surrounded by tall buildings, loud and awful people, hagglers and one very fit red-blue spandex hero, was comforting. Back home, there were no heroes to swoop in if you were threatened. Spider-Man was always a welcome guest, and you’ve definitely seen more of him these past few months than before.

Maybe your paranoia was bad, but the idea of a sticky-gross-web man sweeping in and saving you made those thoughts calm down. Even if you thought the idea of being part spider was less than exciting.

It was Monday, all of your aggravating and mundane classes were scheduled for this morning. It took effort to get dressed and go to your first lecture, but eventually you did.

As you walked across campus, you messaged back and forth with your close friend who still lived in your home state, so many thousands of miles away.

Delilah: girl u have to go out and make more friends. i’m tired of being your only one. you: you know that isn’t happening right now. people find me too abrasive and that makes it hard enough as is. Delilah: ok well maybe be nice to people babe ? you: ehhhh not really my thing but maybe i’ll try for you < 33 Delilah: u better !!!!!! Delilah: hugs n kisses < 333 i gtg, reed is here you: it’s not even 9am so idk how you’re already at it with him… have a good day lilah.

You shake your head at the quick interaction and feel a moment of missing her before shoving your phone back into your pocket and taking a deep breath. Opening Dr. Howards lecture doors and seeing that you’re the first to show again, a small smile graces your lips as you make your way to your seat.

It’s not long until the small, bubbly, blonde seventy-year-old woman walks in, big binders and a mug in hand. Following her are more of the students, none of which you know or care to know. You look away for a few minutes to gather you notebook and pencil to scribble nonsense notes to try and dissect later.

And the lecture begins.

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Peter, frankly, was over everything. He was the one who had to organize where people would be sleeping, how they’d fit into the chapter house and he even had to argue with the stupid underclassmen asking why he was the one with a private bathroom. Being in a frat was tiring, he was only here for the scholarship and housing opportunity.

It was always the same, but luckily this was his last year he had to be involved with it.

After this year, his bacholers in hand, he could just worry about graduate school. Everyone and everything outside of bioengineering and Spider-Man would wash off of him. His hands clean and life lonely, just as he liked it to be- with the exception of May.

Even if one fleeting conversation leaves him enamored with the wrinkle of your nose, the way it caused the inner corners of your eyes to crease. He hadn’t been this way since highschool, it was scary and unwelcomed. Something he’d rather kill off and walk away from, but every day in the courtyard or the times you happened to be on the Q train at the same time as him, the weird adrenaline rush would light him on fire.

Mondays, Wednesdays and select Fridays were the worst. He was sure of it.

Environmental Managment, a dumb class, but he took it to get his credit hours up, hoping to balance out his GPA…. Somehow, you were here too. Almost like a curse, he has to look at you from the back row of the class, the closest seat to the back entrance. You sat alone, front and center of the lecture hall. You were always there on time, which urged him to be too, it gave him extra time to stare. Even with this, he was never sure of your name.

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The teacher was droning on about some mudslide somewhere in California, babbling about the random effects it had on the surrounding citizens, the heavy rain that caused it. Your pencil was etching into the paper lazily with each slide.

A small timer went off which indicated the end of class, but before you could react there was a loud clap and Dr. Howards mic was turned on. She only used it for important announcements or when the frat boys in the back wouldn’t shut up.

“So, this semester is going really well. Many of you are keeping your grades and positivity up! But, we still need to discuss our final exam.”

A symphony of deep groans sound from the back, you feel your eye twitch at it.

“Thank you, boys.” A pause and a glare, “Anyways, I have decided your final will be a presentation on a hypothetical scenario. In groups of two, that I assign, you and your partner will have to decide on a catastrophic event, it can be any of the ones we have discussed or any you find in your books. After picking the event, choose the setting, it can be close to home or even Australia, just make it realistic. No monsoons in New York. You two must decide how devastating it is and how the community will recover. The groups are in the class Canvas. Take care! Go Otters! Excelsior!” She closes her laptop and is out of the room before anyone can complain about her groupings.

You are quick to start thinking over ideas, most of which are tornado-centered. You’ve never experienced one, but the movie Twister was a classic at home when you were little. Quickly, you write down some ideas, tornadoes, hurricanes, mudslides….

You pack your books away and look into the list the professor had composed on your phone, scrolling through too many names before your gaze lands on yours next to… oh no.

Peter Parker.

You feel dumb for a moment, you hadn’t realized he was in this course let alone the same exact class as you. Turning around to look for him, it’s hard. The cluster of bodies was too big to just be pairs discussing their ideas.

Then, your eyes meet a messy mop of brown, leaning over a laptop and the same sweater from back in summer all the way in the back. You feel nervous just looking at him, but you swallow the hard lump and start towards him. Of course he’d be all the way in the back, surrounded by sport and frat bro’s.

With a deep breath, you tap on his shoulder. It causes him to jump, and for a moment he looks as nervous as you feel, but it disappears quickly and is replaced with a smile.

“Hey, I know you.” Peter says it with a warm tone.

“Yep. Uhm… we were partnered for the project?” You say it coolly, staring down at him.

“Ah- so that's who you are, huh?” He tilts his head, slowly shutting his beat up laptop and leaning back in his chair. He says your name a few times under his breath, as if reciting it to himself.

“Uh-huh….” You nod, something weird stirring in your stomach at the timbre he uses when whispering your name to himself. “So, what days are we meeting for this thing?”

“Uh- we could use the free period on whatever days you want. As long as it isn’t at night, I have a job.” He shrugs, looking up at you and his smile falters.

“Monday, Wednesday and Friday it is then.” You decide, grabbing the paper you scribbled ideas on and hand it to him.

He takes it and looks it over, his brows furrowed for a moment before looking back up to you. “We can’t meet today, but if you give me your number I’ll look these over and text you.” He is so soft spoken compared to the other frat guys around you, it is almost shocking.

“You have my school email. Use that.” You shrug, your tone almost rude as you speak. “Sorry, I mean- just email me about it and we can talk Wednesday….” It’s kinder this time, but the tone correction feels embarrassing.

“Oh- okay. Sure thing.” He nods and starts to gather his things around, looking you over before slinging his backpack over his shoulder, you couldn’t help but notice the skateboard sticking out from it. “See you then.” He says your name then he is gone, quickly leaving to go wherever he needed to be.

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Let's do the hurricane and Louisiana idea. Meet me at the library at 12:30.

Peter B. Parker

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Wednesday, October 23rd, 2024

You walk into the library, your eyes scanning the large area. Peter and you had agreed to meet on the first floor for ease of finding one another, but he hadn’t specified if he was at a table, a computer or in a private study room. You groan at the fact you never asked for any more specifics.

The building had three levels, ground floor was all peer-reviewed journals, textbooks, anything that was used for research and could be ran through scribbr for essays, the middle floor was dedicated to fiction and had very limited stock, only a few of the books were actually worth a read, the top floor was just old archives, nothing that was allowed to leave the library.

It was a very tall, circular shape. Each floor visible from the entrance, glass sidings and the small tables or armchairs pressed against them. Red and gold quotes painted along the walls. Your personal favorite was by Madame Curie, it was directly above the checkout desk.

"One never notices what has been done; one can only see what remains to be done."

Slowly walking through the shelves, looking at each and every table and bean bag, you can't seem to find that stupid mass of brunette hair and slushy posture anywhere. In all seriousness, you’re getting angry. Had he stood you up? Was he running behind after he set up the whole meeting in the first place?

Just as you were about to give up you felt a hand fall on your shoulder, a breeze of honey and pine enveloping your nose.

“Finally, I found you!” Peter's voice was easy to recognize, especially with how sweet he smelt.

You turn and look up, giving him a skeptical look. “Where are we going to study?”

He took a moment before pointing at the private study hall, his smile smooth and easy to take in. With a quick nod, you walked towards the hallway, looking in each room to decipher which had his items in it. To your delight, it was easy. Every other room was filled with people, some studying, others playing some tabletop games. You walked in, sat at the empty seat closest to the computer and started pulling your notebook out.

He was right behind you, closing the door and settling in across from you. In one foul swoop his legs were propped on the table and he leaned back a bit. “So do you really think this assignment is going to take ten weeks to research?” He sounded so… carefree.

You respond with a shrug, looking at the page on natural disasters.

Peter hummed a small ‘mhmm’ and drummed his fingers on his chest, staring at you. “So, are we gonna challenge ourselves and use just our textbook as a reference?” A small smile.

“That's dumb.” You scoff and put your book aside, logging into the school computer and doing a quick search for Louisiana and scrolling through its map, trying to find the city to zone in on.

“Oh. Okay… uhm….” He sits forward, dropping his legs and leaning forward, craning his neck a bit to try and get a peek at the screen.

“New Orleans is probably a good one. Super populated, a staple for tourists. It would be a big tragedy for it to get destroyed.” He pointed at the spot on the screen, his tone still just as warm as usual.

“No, too predictable.” It comes out like an insult, and you internally kick yourself.

There's a pause before a defeated sigh and he points out another spot on the map, it’s random and his smile is gone now. “What about there? Grand Isle?”

You take a long look at it before nodding and writing the town name down, looking over at him with a forced smile. “Cool.”

“You know, we’re gonna have to talk like real people eventually, right?” It’s frustrated and a bit.. sad. Another internal kick.

“Listen I-” you pause, not sure of how to put it at first, “I’m not good at talking. Never have been.”

“Yea, I’ve noticed.” He shrugs and pulls out the most beat-up laptop you’d ever seen. “But, that night in the courtyard you seemed pretty chatty.”

The memory flashes in your mind and you touch your nose, your new pair of glasses hasn’t arrived yet. “It was a momentary lapse. Probably won’t happen again.”

“Why not?” He stares intently, a stomach turning, heart flipping look on his face as he asks.

“Why would it?” You stare back, your hands starting to fidget with your jean pocket.

“Cause we’re friends now.” He spoke so nonchalantly.

“Not friends.” A groan

“Oh come on, you’ll learn to love me eventually.” His voice was soft and he brought the backside of his fingers against his chin, batting his eyelashes.

“Eh, doubt it. I’ve had enough of love lite.” You said it, genuinely grossed out.

There was a moment of silence, the buzzing LED above you making you think you won Peter's yap battle.

“What?” It came out after a hearty laugh, one that felt like it had to come from his stomach.

You roll your eyes, looking into Grand Isle, writing its population count down as you respond. “Don’t worry your pretty head about it.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” He gasps, his hand pumping in the air as if he’d won something.

A shiver runs down your spine but you don’t let it show. “Sickening thought. Thanks, Mr. Aracnophile.” You grimace, making a fake gagging sound even though deep down you were enjoying this stupid conversation with him.

“Oh ew- never call me that again. What did I ever do to you?” His hand flew over his heart, squeezing his pullover with a dramatic gasp.

“You haven’t shut up since we got in this room.” You looked him in the eye, an almost unamused expression on your face outside of the small smile that was fighting its way past your ever slipping mask.

Peter is quiet for a moment again before rolling his shoulders back and sighing. “Got you pretty chatty though, didn’t I?” A shit-eating grin and a teasing tone accompanying his words.

You go to speak but nothing comes out. He did get you chatty. For some reason it makes your face heat up and you roll your eyes before looking back at your computer screen. “I’ll look into the town, you look into the likeliness a hurricane would destroy it?”

He nods and opens the laptop, it has several cracks in the screen and duct tape holding a few of the plastic parts down. You take a mental note not to ask about it right now, but maybe later.

The next hour progresses quickly, handwritten notes torn out of notebooks and stacked neatly into a pile in between the two computer screens. There are a few sneezes and quick exchanged glances while you work, but you ignore it. No reason to think too hard about it.

As you start to type a few sentences into a digital outline, your phone buzzes, indicating your next class would be starting in twenty minutes. You sigh and start to boot down the computer. Peter lifts his head, looking at you and furrowing his brows a little bit.

“Got somewhere to be?” He says your name so smoothly, you almost miss that he said it at all.

“Yea. My next block of classes is about to start.” You shrug and sift through the different notes he and you had written, letting your eyes graze each one to see what’s what and how you should organize it in your folder.

“I can take those.” He gently taps the top of the papers and you’re reluctant to hand them over. It was hard to say yes, because what if you needed to double check them and retrace your steps before- “I’ll scan them and send them to you after work tonight.”

A wave of relief washes over you, and you nod, letting his hand take them from you. “Sounds good, Spider-guy.” You say with a tight lipped smile and start to leave the study room.

“Hey, wait. Let me walk with you.” He calls out to you but you put your earbuds in and pretend you didn’t hear him.

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Here you go, just as I promised. Oh, also, here’s my number, you know, if you want to be a normal 21 year old someday. Also, can't meet Friday. Something came up.

See you soon, trouble.

(xxx) xxx-xxxx

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rubyreduji · 9 months

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Moots as Taylor Swift songs!!!

finally answering months old asks this is so embarassing dsfjla anyways party i love taylor swift! :D tbh i can't keep up with which of my moots are active or not (me as hell) so i just picked at random

@toruro - mine; YOU ARE THE BEST THING THAT'S EVER BEEN MINE like was there any other choice? me and mika are literally married also it gives very like dance around in your room/screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs w/ your friends vibes and mika also gives off those vibes in the best way

@gyuswhore - delicate; this song is very mingyu coded in my mind tbh but also it's such a fun and feel good song and it's always such a joy to interact with em like it just makes me smile

@ressonancee - you belong with me; i just get thea vibes from this song i don't know why like it's such a pump up song and its so cute and thea is just so lovely and a great supporter and i have such a love for this song and for thea like i appreicate her so much and i love interacting with her

@wqnwoos - you are in love; i think hana's fics give off this specific vibe like the soft and caring and loving feel and it kind of calms you and warms your heart like it's all just so sweet and adorable and i love it

@miraclewoozi - paper rings; IT'S SUCH A FUN SONG i think j is such a fun person i love seeing all of her silly little "shut up j" tagged posts and its an iconic song and i think j is iconic like she's so talented wtf like in both writing and gif making literal icon

@bluehoodiewoozi - sweet nothing; so fun fact ive been a BIG fan of avy since i started this blog and when i saw she followed me back i screamed ANYWAY i think sweet nothing totally is how i view avy's fics like a giant hug that is just so comforting and sweet and loving like i need a love like the song and the love in avy's fics

@leejihoonownsmyheart - seven; okay this song is one of my favorites from taylor and like the themes about being childhood friends and growing apart but still loving each other fits me and brie's relationships a lot because she was my first tumblr friend and even though we don't talk a lot i have the most love for her in my heart <<<333 hi brie imu

#rru.moots #rru.answers #anonymous

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pttwice · 11 months

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I sadly don't have a prompt idea but if you feel inspired at any point for little!sana &/or nd!sana that'd just be <333

i really feel like littlend!sana would have the impulsive/hyperactive type ADHD (impulsive & hyperactive behavior without inattention and distractibility). her unnies would know how to take care of her really well though and would treat her so well!

focus on me

|| littlend!sana, cg!momo, cg!jihyo ||

Having a little with ADHD was not the hardest task in the world, but it also wasn't the easiest. Sana didn't take any medications when she was big or little, but sometimes she needed a little extra help when she was little.

Sana would usually be able to make it through a whole interview or an entire shoot or a whole practice without feeling the need to run around or spin around in circles until she felt dizzy when she was big. If she did feel the need to just start running or bugging the other members to no end, she was able to calm herself down until they had a break and she could burn off her energy by playing with the other members.

When she was little though, Sana had much less control of what her body and brain wanted to do. She gave into her impulses a lot easier and it was really hard to calm her down whenever she started getting excited. This wasn't too big of a problem for stages since they were dancing and she was able to release energy this way, but during a shoot or practice, it took its toll.

Practice when Sana regressed was especially hard. She tended to mess up more frequently and she wasn't able to understand why she was messing up. Even if it was a dance she knew by heart, she'd mess up on tiny things. This usually led to a lot of guilt and self-hatred because her body just wouldn't do what it usually did.

The girls had started to practice for their fan meeting only ten minutes ago and Sana was bouncing off the walls. It wasn't the worst time for Sana to regress since their practice really was just a refresher for some older songs, but it was still something they had to get through.

Jihyo glanced at Sana and then over to Momo when she noticed the little was much more fidgety and chatty than usual. From the second they stepped onto the practice stage to now, Sana was clinging onto and talking to Nayeon very animatedly. Jihyo couldn't quite hear what she was talking about, but based on the look on Nayeon's face, Sana wasn't making much sense.

Jihyo walked over to the two and lightly tapped on Sana's shoulder. Sana, with her usual bright smile, turned around and her eyes lit up when she realized who was interrupting her very important conversation with Nayeon.

"Hyo!" Sana threw her arms in the air and giggled, dancing in place a little before she wrapped Jihyo in a tight hug. Jihyo was pushed back a few steps at the girl's excitement but was able to steady herself. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around Sana's waist and pulled away after a few seconds.

"Why don't we warm up a little, love bug? I'm sure Nayeon wants to warm up as well." Jihyo looked back at Nayeon who mouthed a small thank you and led the little to the middle of the venue.

"Hyo Hyo! I was tellin' Nayeon unnie about this dream I had. You were there and Mo was there and Chaengie was there and..." Jihyo patiently listened to the excited girl as she started to stretch. She was even more lost now that she was listening to Sana's story, but she knew it was best to just let her finish telling it before she tried to redirect her attention back to practice.

Almost two hours had flown by and Sana was still having difficulty remembering the steps for Feel Special. She had performed the dance and practiced it so many times she could usually do it in her sleep. Try after try, she kept messing up the same parts no matter how many times Momo told her the correct moves.

After repeating the same move incorrectly for what felt like the millionth time, Sana huffed and sat down in the middle of the stage. She pulled her knees up to her chest and rested her forehead on her forearms.

"Hey guys, let's take a 10 minute break." Jihyo directed the rest of the girls who immediately understood why they were taking another 10 minute break despite the 1 hour break for lunch they had just gotten. They all went to the backstage area of the venue and busied themselves, wanting to leave Momo, Jihyo, and Sana alone for a little while.

Momo grabbed her water bottle at the edge of the stage before sitting down beside Sana. She carefully reached out to run her fingers through Sana's slightly tangled hair, earning a small whine from the girl. Momo withdrew her hand immediately and set the water beside her on the floor.

"Are you upset that you can't get the moves right, bug?" Momo leaned back a little, wanting to give Sana as much space as she needed.

Sana just wordlessly nodded, not lifting her head up. Her legs were still bouncing a little but both Jihyo and Momo could tell that it was due to nerves and being upset at herself and not her high energy levels.

Jihyo took a seat on Sana's other side and let out a deep breath. She was afraid this was going to happen, as it did most practices when Sana regressed. The little always had more than enough energy to make it through practice, but her head had a hard time keeping up with her body. This caused a lot of tiny mistakes that very quickly built, leading to Sana feeling guilty for ruining practice.

"Do you want Mo to help you through the moves without the rest of the girls here?" Jihyo gently asked this, wanting to reach out and hug the girl, but knowing that she didn't want to be touched right now. Didn't feel like she deserved a hug.

Sana shook her head and finally looked up at Jihyo. Tears were welling in her eyes and her face was washed over with guilt. "N-no. I can do it. I know the dance. If Jeongie and Nay and the other girls can do it, then why can't I?" Sana huffed and wiped her eyes with her arm, now more upset that she was crying.

"Can I hold your hand, love bug?" Momo held her hand out and waited, knowing that Sana was depriving herself of physical touch even though she knew it would help.

Sana slowly nodded and hesitantly placed her hand in Momo's. Momo gently wrapped her hand around Sana's and brought it up to her lips, placing a small kiss on the little's palm. "I know it's really hard for you right now, bug but it's not your fault. Sometimes doing things that all the unnies are doing is a little harder when you're small."

Sana sniffled, the frown still on her face. She whined a bit and shook her head. "B-but I'm a big girl. I know how to do this dance too." Sana's voice cracked at the end of her sentence as a few more tears escaped.

"I know you're a big girl, sweetheart, but it's okay. Even Mo has her off days and we all know she's the best dancer out of all of us. Right, Mo?"

Momo had a slight blush at the compliment but she nodded, gently bouncing Sana's hand in her lap. "None of us can get the moves all the time, love bug. It's okay that you're having a little trouble today. I think you're doing a really great job. You're doing even better than last time when you regressed at practice."

Sana looked up at Momo, her mood seeming to lift a tiny bit. "R-really?" She scooted a little closer to the older girl and played with the string of her hoodie.

Momo nodded and let out a small chuckle, kissing the palm of Sana's hand again. "Really really. You're doing such a great job and you're being such a good girl. I know it can be really hard and you're doing amazing. Just remember that if you focus on me and what I'm doing, your body will naturally want to follow along."

Sana beamed a little at the praise, feeling a little better. She looked back over to Jihyo and held her hand out that was playing with Momo's hoodie string, wanting both of her mamas with her. "C-can I have a hug? I promise I'll do a good job."

Jihyo's heart ached at how small Sana's voice was. She was so used to the confident girl who wasn't afraid to make mistakes. It was always so hard to see Sana punish herself like this by denying the one thing that always made her feel better. "Of course, sweetie. You're doing such a good job."

Jihyo scooted closer and tightly wrapped her arms around Sana, peppering small kisses to the side of her head. She felt Sana instantly relax, hugging her back just as tight.

"How about we play a short game of tag with the other girls before we start practice again to get a little more of that energy out?" Momo smiled as she tickled Sana's side, absolutely adoring the little giggle that left Sana.

Sana pulled away from her hug with Jihyo and enthusiastically nodded, wiping her eyes free from tears before she got up. She bounced up and down in her spot, already excited to start playing.

The rest of practice seemed to drag on and Sana was still a little frustrated with her mistakes, but she tried her best to remember what her mamas told her. She was a good girl and she was doing a really good job and it was okay that she made some mistakes. Even her Mo made mistakes and she was the most amazing dancer in the whole universe.

#twice agere #twice fanfic #twice fluff #twice fic #kpop gg #kpop fic #little!sana #caregiver!momo #caregiver!jihyo #sfw #sfw interaction only #sfw agere

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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Brrrrr

HELI ANON REPORTING TO- duty-?

H i i ii i

I may or may not be addicted to your writing and its on yu 😤

Down to business 👹

Crocman's wife walking into the living room to see what the father son duo is up to bc it was too quiet

She walked in to see a crocodile who fell asleep holding their son who was fully awake while also holding a storybook

W e l l his son was doodling on his father's face like an artist 😌

I like it picasso 💪

And then much later when reader returned with a camera,

Their son was asleep holding uncapped marker pen with some smudges on his face

After reader left them be, when she passed by again

She saw crocodile awake and obliviously drawing on their sons face unaware of the doodles on his own face

So precious 🥺

you can add much more or yes like usual

Enjoy your day officer 💪💪💪💪

hello my dear helicopter anon! you dont understand how excited i get when you request, literally my favorite writings to do ngl. AND BRO THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD! literally my sister and i were just adoring this idea the moment you sent it! thank you so much for making this series my thing on this account and bro, if you have any baby names for croc's son, let me know because i cant think lol. thanks so much!!! <3333

Croc as a father part 5!!!

Pairing - Crocodile x reader

Warnings - none!

Word Count - 649

Notes - (image below not mine) thank you so much again! i seriously love all of your ideas, you are so creative and amazing! i hope you have a super day and enjoy this as much as i do!!! stay hydrated helicopter anon!! <3

And don’t forget REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! So, if you want to request any writing, don’t hesitate to ask. Please read my pinned post before requesting though. Have a good day/night and please stay hydrated!! <333

“Darling,” you began flipping through some mail, finding quite a few letters addressed to your husband. “You have a couple letters in the mail. Did you want me to put them on your-”

You paused as you stepped into the living room to find your husband fast asleep and your son wide awake on his lap. Usually, you would think nothing of this but a wholesome moment. What really made you pause were the drawings on Crocodile’s face that were made by your son. There was a drawing of Mihawk and Buggy, a drawing of you, and a drawing of one of the banana gators. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit. You knew you should be getting onto your son, but you just couldn't help it.

“Mamma!” Your child giggled and put his arms up for a hug.

You walked over trying not to giggle at the picture book open on your husband’s large chest, and hugged your son. “Shush baby,” you whispered, placing a kiss onto his forehead. “Daddy’s sleeping.”

Your son giggled and crawled back onto his father’s chest, handing you the picture book that he didn't need anymore.

“Are you gonna stay with daddy, bubba?” You put the book back in its proper cubby and he nodded, laying on his dad’s chest.

“Mhm. Daddy’s warm when he sleeps.” He sleepily lifted up the marker in his hand and drew a small smiley face on Crocodile’s face. You decided it would be best to leave them be for now so you could get some work done around the house.

It wasn't long before your chores led you to the living room where you found your son now fast asleep on his father. His face was pressed to Crocodile’s big chest while Crocodile softly snored, his son drooling on his bare chest.

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You looked around the house, satisfied with your work.

Damn you were good.

The house was squeaky clean and there wasn't a child up and running about to mess it up. You definitely deserved a treat after that.

You grabbed yourself the nearest chocolate bar and realized that it had been a while since you checked up on the boys.

You went to step into the living room, but quickly stepped out, peeking back in to find Crocodile giggling to himself and drawing all over his son’s face with the washable marker that your son had used prior to draw on Crocodile’s face.

You giggled and stepped in the room, eating away at your chocolate bar. “Good morning, darling.” You pressed a kiss onto Crocodile’s lips and he chuckled, pointing at the smiley face he drew on his son’s face.

“Morning. I just saw this marker and it seems to be safe on skin, so I thought it would be funny.”

You laughed and sat on the floor next to the couch. “I would hope it's safe for skin. You should see your face, dear.”

Crocodile froze. “What?”

You giggled and ran out of the room to the bathroom where you found a handheld mirror. You ran back to the living room and showed your husband his face and he couldn't help but burst into laughter, startling your son awake in the process.

Your son just giggled and hit Crocodile’s big chest, making a soft boom sound. “Dada! You woke me up!”

“Sorry buddy.” Crocodile placed a small kiss on his son’s forehead. “Let's go wash this marker off, huh?”

“Yeah dada! You look funny.” Your son giggled and Crocodile stood up, helping you off of the floor as well.

“You look funny too, kiddo.”

You showed your son the mirror and he burst out laughing just like his dad. You slicked back his jet black hair. There was no mistaking that that was Crocodile’s son.

The two of them giggled all the way to the bathroom leaving you smiling and satisfied with your day.

#sir crocodile #crocodile #sir crocodile x reader #crocodile x reader #mr 0 #mr 0 x reader #one piece crocodile #crocodile as a father #one piece x reader #request #helicopter anon #thank you so much again i love these #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #my writing #<3

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whataboutmyfries · 2 years

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✩THE BEDTIME STORY PROJECT✩

Noot Special!

Hello hello hello! Welcome to a very special edition of the Bedtime story project!!! this could be read a love letter to all my beloved noot friends (it absolutely is btw) but also as a collection of some truly incredible fics by some equally incredible people. For those of you seeing this for the first time, this is not-quite regular post wherein i rec shorter, usually fluffy, fics in the hopes that you too find something to make your bedtime that little bit sweeter!

Oknutzy

✩Suburbia by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)

Starting off so so so strong with Eve's wonderful writing. This fic feels like a big hug and I love it to bits oh gosh <333 Anyone that knows sweater weather knows Eve is an absolute GOD in this fandom and the fact that I get to interact with her on the daily and call her my friend still feels a wee bit like a fever dream. she's out here writing utter magic like countermoves and Land of light both of which have me climbing the walls and chewing at the floorboards cause holy SHIT (whoops, back to the fic) I'm not going to lie, it was so hard to pic just a few fics to rec, but I went with the one I'd read this week for the wee oneshot because oh GOSH it is so somft and lovely and adorable, i love it.

✩Frosted windowpanes by @heyitssmiller (G | 13.8K)

Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.

Now anyone that's been on this blog for a while knows just how much I ADORE mills and her writing (hello my lovely E-fiancee!!) And this FIC oh GOSH!!!! Frosted wondowpanes recently had its two year anniversary (!!!) which is when it was published on Ao3. I won't lie, this au still lives in my head RENT FREE along with clandestine and also Rendezvous with destiny (both of which I am definitely NOT reccing in this list no sir, not AT ALL nuh uh please dont have the links to them (they're on the names) and also whatever you do DONT go and yell in milo's comments about how MAGNIFICENT her writing is, no sir, definitely not suggesting that) Because of just how adorable it is, so much blushy flirting and idiots in love, 100/10

✩Leo's plant corner by @we-are-swearwolves (G)

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps

Oh lord, oh jesus. Anyone that's ever interacted with me for any amount of time on the SW discord know I am absolutely FERAL for Em's writing. This is one of her shorter fics but you should absolutely definitely decidedly NOT go read her other works which I am NOT rec-ing because they definitely did NOT make me cry sob eat my heart out and feel shrimp emotions like Québécois and also "Smile, Soleil." nuh uh, not at ALL ;)

✩I've got my love to keep me warm by @arrowofcarnations (M | 1.7K)

Okay so, most people know Kim as the incredible author behind the fandom classic Inked but oh my GOSH the way kim writes makes me so EMOSH it is unreal, her characters are so fleshed out and tangible and so so gorgeous and also i get to watch her to her magic word thing on the discord??? like hello??? little old me witness to this absolute SORCERY??? genuinely insane, i adore it so much. Alsooooo cute little fun fact: Kim and Em worked together to write the masterpiece that absolutely BROKE me Like Real People Do just flipping INCREDIBLE. absolutely showstopping. I love Kim and her writing so so much.

✩Regency AU by @peggyrose19 (E: rated by me)

oh my god oh my god oh my GOD. Audrey's writing is so fucking *chef's kiss* and watching this magic story come to life in the SW discord was an absolute DELIGHT. utterly filthy, completely delightful and wonderful in every single way. Of course, Auds is also our local St.Tweedle whisperer with fics like this one and also hold me closer. oh my GOD audrey's brain is so so big, i honestly have no idea how she comes up with all these incredible aus and fic ideas, such a cool human i love her <3

Coops/ wolfstar

✩Christmas is home by ithilielthechosenone (T | 1.5K)

Remus gives him a mock shove with a shake of his head. “You are hopeless.” No, Sirius thinks. I was. I thought I had to be. I wrestled it down until I myself could no longer see it. You took my hand and gave it back to me. You all did. My hope lives within each and every smile of yours.

- Sirius and Remus enjoy the snow

Oh good gosh, oh jesus, oh boy, it's Ami's writing, my KRYPTONITE. The way Ami writes is like music. there's no other way I can think of to describe it. It flows so beautifully and the way her writing reads like lyrical prose and poetic storytelling has me weak in the knees EVERY single time. This fic was part of the SW discord winter fic exchange and it had me looking at my phone like 🥺🥰the whole time. Ami's writing is just INCREDIBLE and she blows me away with the way she words everytime she blesses us with her writing :)

✩First Burn by @fruitcoops

Okay folks, we've already established how much I ADORE Eve's writing but also oh my GOD I just had to bring up this au, which left me completely shooketh right from the moment the idea came up in the discord to the finished product of Eve's wonderful fic. I LOVE it so so much and I still reread it on a semi regular basis (but shhhh) bottom line, everyone needs to read this.

✩Washcloths and Wishes (A Sweater Weather Fanfic) by @veryspacecowboy (E | 1K)

oh goodness M's writing (and M themself) Is so flipping wonderful and this was one of her first fic's I've ever read (I think it might've actually been their first published fic I read) the way she writes is so flipping incredible and the way they weave all the character's stories together is so magical to witness, and to watch them do this wizardry on the discord (parkouring through allll the threads, so many of which are her brainchild because M is big brain and they are so so cool) has me making heart eyes at my phone/laptop. This fic is somft and also hot (which they are a MASTER at, the duality of M(tm)) and every SW fan HAS to read it, I promise you'll love it.

✩Sirius gets Re to communicate by the wonderful @tetedump/@arewelonely

LAUREL WRITING LAUREL WRITING OH MY LORDY. Laurel is such an incredible human oh my gosh my HEART!!! we haven't spoken very much but she's such a bright, kind, and comforting presence on the discord and I always have a little !!! moment when I see her in my notifications :')) This fic oh my GOSH this fic is EXACTLY what it says on the bottle, Sirius gets Re to communicate because he's a sexi sexi gentleman (Laurel's world not mine) She's such a lovely, caring human and honestly, you can really see that come through in her writing and it makes me so so 🥺🥹 I adore every single inch of it <3

✩Neon moon podfic, written by @fruitcoops and read by @itsaash

So we all know that Ash is our resident podcast GOD, who's read and orchestrated the wonderful Sweater weather podfic along with a bunch of other noots (which everyone collectively lost their minds over) and also the podfic of the system which was originally written by @heyitssmiller (ahahahah triple noot whammy hehehe) but oh my GOSH Ash is so so cool, and such a delightful person to talk to and interact with, I adore her to bits, she's always so nice and kind whenever you interact with her and she's so wonderful about raising peeps up with her podfics, it makes me very very 🥺🥰

Thank you so so much to the lovely noots for putting all their wonderful works out there into the world and letting me rec their works in this silly little list :) I love you all so so so much, and AHHHH thank you so much! Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!

Happy reading!

#the bedtime story project #noot special!#wolfstar #oknutzy #coops #lumosinlove ocs #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE NOOTS SO MUCH YALL THIS IS UNREAL #fries recs fics

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hamausagi · 5 months

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For Pua?!

♥ (01) Is your OC in love? If so, with whom, and for how long? ♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know? ♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves? ♥ (04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates? ♥ (05) What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else? ♥ (06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC? ♥ (07) How successful is your OC at flirting with others? ♥ (08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal? ♥ (09) What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love? ♥ (10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love? ♥ (11) What do others love most about your OC? ♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC? ♥ (13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)? ♥ (14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions? ♥ (15) What is your OC’s favorite type of Valentine’s Day candy?

WAAHHOOOO MY SWEET BABY GIRL

♥ (01) Is your OC in love? If so, with whom, and for how long?

Nohealani is currently in love with Gabriel Laurent! i'm not sure exactly how long they've been together in canon but a few months at the very least

♥ (02) Does another OC love your OC? If so, whom, and does your OC know?

gabriel <333 angel's trumpet my DARLINGS she most certainly knows LMAO

♥ (03) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC loves?

pua's not super good with romance, she often doesn't really know how to react, so she's a big fan of small things that don't overwhelm her especially in public. light PDA like hand holding/small kisses/hugs and petnames are fine with her, but she's a lot more comfortable in private. will accept gifts in private as well, prefers private dates

♥ (04) Are there any romantic gestures that your OC hates?

she generally hates big displays of affection, especially in front of others. pua gets very flustered very easily and often feels cornered in these situations, and she'll probably run away

♥ (05) What is the most romantic thing your OC has done for someone else?

honestly, let her guard down. pua has a bad habit of hiding behind her wild and careless persona and has trouble letting her walls down and actually getting emotionally close to someone, let alone romantically intimate. saying that she's not good with romance is an understatement, so letting someone get that much farther past her walls than anyone else is frightening for her.

♥ (06) What is the most romantic thing that has been done for your OC?

literally just pursuing her in general. showing her that someone wants to love her and understand her. showing her that despite her brashness and fear they want to stay for her anyway

♥ (07) How successful is your OC at flirting with others?

she was SO BAD at first, poor awkward baby 😭😭 but after a bit she got really really good. now in private she makes it her mission to drive gabriel INSANE. but she will only flirt with him <3

♥ (08) What is your OC’s dream marriage proposal?

she is terrified of marriage, she is not ready 😭

♥ (09) What is your OC’s favorite small way to show their love?

physical closeness. pua is NOT always a touchy person, it takes a while for her to warm up to too much physical affection and even still she is not always comfortable. but i think she will stand really close, shoulder to shoulder or a little behind him just to feel near

♥ (10) What is your OC’s favorite big way to show their love?

handmade gifts and art! i think i've only mentioned like ?? once that pua was an artist waaaay back when she was first created LOL but most of it she keeps waaaay to herself anyway. HOWEVER she loves making little crafts and drawing for her partner, its just her showing the more vulnerable parts of herself 🥺

♥ (11) What do others love most about your OC?

she's fun, outgoing, and outspoken! will stand up ruthlessly for what she believes in, and wont hesitate to throw herself into fights for her friends. very confident and loyal

♥ (12) What do you love most about your OC?

i honestly love that she never gives up on what she 100% believes in, even if it causes problems. one of my favorite things to write and work through for her was the conflict between her and artisan, and the fact that her best friend was caught in the middle and she lost them over it. i just think her personality leads to a lot of really great interactions with other characters and she's propably my favorite OC ive ever made

♥ (13) How does your OC show their love to those that are not their partner(s)?

quality time!! she loves spending time with her friends, playing games, learning new things, training, cooking, she loves spending time with them <3

♥ (14) Does your OC have any romantic traditions?

definitely not 😭

♥ (15) What is your OC’s favorite type of Valentine’s Day candy?

she will DESTROY those stereotypical sweetheart candies that lowkey taste like chalk. everyone says she's weird for it but she lowkey loves them LMAO

#> nohealani (oc) !#> box #> ocs #I LVOE HERRRRRR THANK TOU

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lazzarella · 3 months

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Reluctantly, I'll admit I wasn't 100% feeling it this week, but I don't like to be negative in the tag so I'll leave it at that. And I still wrote three pages of notes 🤣 so, here we go:

(Okay, so while writing these notes up from my handwritten ones, the issues I had with the episode while watching don't seem as important and helped me see the episode as a whole, and how it furthers Yak and Dee's story. I still hope we get more from Dee's side of his past, but I'm also just trying to accept media on its own terms, instead of what I wish it would be)

- Right in the deep end with the family drama!

- Yak saying 'can you hug me?' in that little voice just broke me!! And then crying as Dee hugs him! ;__;

- Awww! Dee looks so proud and happy when Yak eats <3 god, I love Dee!

- "Your hug is really warm!" That's so cute! And that whole conversation was really lovely

- "I love you the most, more than anyone" Ahhhh, my heart! I bet Dee's never heard that before, or been prioritised like that, except for by his grandma

- Picking Dee up and spinning him around! I am WEAK for this!

- Okay, I love them both doing their own thing in Dee's apartment! Very domestic and boyfriend-y

- Shoulder rub!! Yak is so sweet and attentive <3

- When Yak said his own big brother is his idol, I just about melted! No matter how angry he gets at Yei, it's always been obvious how much he idolises him <33

- "You'll always have me by your side!" DEEEEEEE!

- Ahhh! Yak looks so disarmed when Dee hugs him without being asked!!

- I just want more Yak and Dee :( (I can't remember what was going on in this part now lol but I was pouting about not enough Yak and Dee on my screen, but see note at top about how that doesn’t bother me as much now 🙈)

- Gosh, Yak is so pretty!

- Aww! Dee went with them!!!!! I mean, of course he did, but that actually surprised me?

- I love how Dee managed to both deny being Yak's bf but also not? Or, well, when Yak said close enough he didn't deny it <333

- also!!! Yak not only saying this is my boyfriend but he is the one???!!!! Damn!

- "Are you two cursed?" LMAO! Pretty bold to be cracking jokes about your estranged sons Papa Phadetseuk lol

- "We settle conflicts with punches" well, that's healthy! XD

- "Let me help you!" Oh, Yak <3 "Let me help. A hundred years or so from now, I believe, a famous novelist will write a classic using that theme. He'll recommend those three words even over I love you." (Time to break out the Star Trek quotes)

- "If it's heavy you can put it down" aaaaaand that's when I started bawling ;__;

- That house looks familiar 🤔

- LMAO! I love Yak's shirt that says "Why fall in love when you can fall asleep?" Wise words, sexy tank top, wise words!

- Cher already getting Dee in on calming the waters between Yei and Yak—he's truly a part of the family!

- Cher saying Yak and Yei's mum would be happy that her son's sweethearts were helping and Dee not deflecting and just being happy! Also, how cute was Dee when he was apologising to Yak’s mum for not making the wreath well?? Fuck, I love him ;__;

- Dee's smile when he's talking to Cher and Yak's step-mum about whatever it was (I was SO tired last night)—choices and love, I think—and it kind of looks like he's made a decision about Yak maybe? Just the way he's smiling?

- not entirely sure I understand what was going on in the ceremony—is the touching thing for family? Was it a way to show they've accepted their step-mum? I don't really know what to google to figure that out, but maybe when my brain is on I'll think of what terms to use lol

- this is nice, but I just want Yak and Dee!! 😭 (sorry, lol, I’m being a brat)

- But Yei asking for a reward from Cher! lol he and Yak truly are brothers haha

- the karaoke song is cute! This whole scene is very cute!

- Ahhh! Cher and Dee in the family photo! Idt Dee has ever really felt like part of a family so this is so important for him ;__;

- OMG LITTLE DEE!!!! Nooooo! He's so tiny and this is so sad! D:

- YES! FINALLY! Yak and Dee alone lol (...is the background music rockabye baby?????)

- Oh, I KNEW IT! I KNEW he had absent parents even before they died and that he never felt loved by them! VINDICATION! (Okay, not that much vindication because the show made it kind of obvious but still lol)

- Fuck! Is he so good at hugging because he puts all the love he wished he'd felt from his parents into them??

- Oh damn, crying again with Yak stroking Dee's hair! ;__;

- (This whole conversation just broke me! Like, I knew this was what was going on with Dee, but hearing him talk about it... Ahhh! Dee <33333)

- Yak going to Dee's grandma is quite lovely

- THE VIDEO!!! Ahhhhh, fuckkkkkkkk. This episode made me cry like no other has made me cry D:

- Oh, Dee! He has such a big heart and so much love and warmth!!

- MORE KISSING!!!

- Okay, but the moments leading up to the kiss, where you see that realisation on Dee's face... That just made me so happy!

- ...lmao, okay, the preview is all serious, serious, serious, CLOWNS!

- INN'S SONG! YAY! I really like this song! It's so cute :3

#wandee goodday #long post #lazzarella watches tv

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morroodle · 1 year

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Towards the end of day 4 of top surgery recovery and figured I'd share how it's going. Idk if this can help anyone else but its at least going to help me. Prepare for out of order chaos

The pain isn't too bad! Like yea it hurts but I got used to it and I can take pain meds to help

Getting out of bed is a pain in the ass though. Going from laying down to sitting up is HARD (it's definitely not because I have no abs)

Speaking of pain: the drains. They don't hurt by themselves but when I shift wrong and they tug? Not fun. Not sure how to explain it but pinching isn't inaccurate

Drain fluid. Does not smell good. It's not a very strong smell and you get used to it pretty fast but it's still not fun

I also. Do not smell good. God I can't wait to shower

My mom spilled the drain fluid on me. Twice. Ew.

It's fuckn ITCHY. Always just below where I can reach through the bandages. I am going to kill someone.

Other itches are annoying too. They may not be covered by bandages but with such limited mobility it's annoying. I got a back scratcher but those don't help much when you can barely move your arms

I've probably been moving more than I'm supposed to

Love it when I move wrong and suddenly there's pain and a very suspicious warm feeling and I can't check to see what's wrong because of the bandages

Bendy straw my beloved <333 the $20 ninjago cup I got from legoland is finally making itself worth it

The first day I was incredibly nauseous. I could barely sit up for a few minutes, much less stand. Made eating dinner... not easy.

Day 2 I was feeling great! Even touched some grass!

Day 3 morning: nearly threw up when changing my shirt. I didn't but oh god it was not fun. I've never been nauseous like that before, I was hot inside but my skin was cold and my mom said the color very literally drained from my face. Made me stuck in a chair for like 20 minutes until I could stomach going back to bed.

I'm fine now (probably)

I've been enjoying being taken care of. I'm lucky enough to have a very good support system and I appreciate it. I also appreciate always getting my pic of food >:D

God I want a hug. I'm gonna get so squished once I'm healed and I fully accept my fate

Mentioning again my hatred for the drains. I was very scared of them going into this, I didn't like the idea of having tubes both in and out of my body. I don't really care about that now, I don't see it and I've gotten used to it, but god they are so annoying

I'm not nearly as tired as I was expecting! Sure I'm a bit sleeper than normal but it's really not that bad.

I'm bored

I wanna draw ;-; I havent had motivation or ideas for weeks but the moment it becomes inconvenient? Release the floodgates!

I haven't actually noticed the lack of boobs much yet. Maybe it's because they're still bandaged and I can't see or maybe it's because I live in my mastectomy pillow but I haven't really had a rush of emotions yet

It's kinda weird. I was expecting to feel so much but everything so far just feels so... normal? It's not normal but I've gotten used to it. Its like I'm waiting for my emotions to catch up

That being said there is one thing I've noticed and definitely felt things about. I had a pretty big chest and there used to be quite a dip between them and now there's just... nothing. It's flat. I'm sure this is just a fraction of what I'll feel when I get the bandages off for the first time but this tiny bit that I can see and feel right now is... wow. It's weird. God I can't wait for the rest of it

That's all I can think of for now, I'll keep yall updated on how things go from here and hopefully this can help someone! I know most of this has been complaining but I am not trying to discourage anyone from this, I've just only experienced the bad parts so far. I'm sure I'll make a similar post listing all the positives once I get there but for now things aren't very fun

#not ninjago #top surgey #top surgery recovery #trans #transgender #nonbinary

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annahxredaxted · 2 years

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Just a dream

Characters: milo/sweetheart

Tw: nightmare / cheating (in dream)

KINDA SHORT BUT ITS LONG ENOUGH TO GET MY POINT ACROSS<333333

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“Hah you really thought I’d stick around with you? The shortest weakest wolf I’ve ever fucking seen?” They cackled grabbing a man’s arm “he’s better then you anyway” and they walked away. My heart sank to my stomach, I tried to scream I tried to beg for them back but I couldn’t it’s like my voice was lost, caught in my throat, and I couldn’t get it back. No. Sweetheart please, please!

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I woke up, panting, sweating, breathing heavier than I have in a long time. I was on the verge of tears, I turned to my side to check, to make sure they were still there.

I turned to see my mate, dead asleep, lightly snoring into my side, but they jolted up. I guess my sudden reaction was woke them.

“M-milo?” They said half asleep, one eye still closed

“Hey sweetheart,” I whispered “it’s nothing go back to sleep.” I blew it off like it was nothing.

They opened their other eye to be greeted by my fake smile. I don’t know why the hell I thought I could hide it from them.

“Milo? What’s wrong?” They asked leaning in for a hug; which I rejected

“Nothing, nothing, go back to sleep.” I said once more.

“Milo.” They said raising an eyebrow in disbelief

“Sweetheart.” I retaliated

They leaned closer, mouth by my ear, I could feel their warm breath grazing it.

“If it was nothing you wouldn’t have woken up.” They said, kissing my ear, softly, leaning back up to make eye contact and they smiled warmly.

“I- damn it. I had a nightmare.” I mumbled

“Oh milo..” they said hugging me tightly, putting their hand on the back of my head, gently nudging it into the crook of their neck.

I grabbed them by the waist and pulled them closer, allowing myself to be completely vulnerable, and I just started sobbing. My tears soaking their shirt, and I started to pull away

“No, no, it’s okay it’s just a shirt milo.” They pulled me closer, shushing me, stroking my back.

They started humming, while I was a mess in their arms, no matter what they didn’t let go. They didn’t let go. They stayed. It was a dream.

“Hey.” They whispered I looked up at them in acknowledgment

“Do you wanna tell me what happened in this nightmare?” They asked, not pushing, not demanding, just a kind question.

I shrugged and started attempting to speak. They didn’t rush me. They just looked, with their big beautiful eyes and nodded along.

“I- well- I dreamt that..,” I started taking a deep breath, in through the mouth out the nose.

“, I dreamt that you cheated on me..”I murmured. They looked almost upset. Not at me, just sad I thought that.

“Oh milo..” they hugged me again.

“I’m so so sorry. I swear I would never do something like that. I promise.” There was genuine concern in that promise.

“Yeah I know.” I said looking down.

“I know you know. But just because maybe you know that logically doesn’t mean you know that, emotionally. It’s okay to be upset. C’mere.” They hugged me again.

“I love you so much sweetheart. I can’t explain all the shit you’ve helped me through.” I said pulling them in by their waist to lay on my chest, breathing at a steady rate again.

“You don’t need to explain.” They reassured

“And I love you to milo. With all that I am. And don’t be afraid to wake me up whenever, you have a nightmare okay?” They said looking up at me with a genuine expression

“Yeah, but that’s a two way street. That means you gotta too.”I said.

“Okay I promise.” They held out their pinky and i intertwined it with mine and we made a promise. Too be there for each other. Always

I softly pulled them in for a kiss, rubbing my hands up and down their back.

“Goodnight milo.” They whispered

“Goodnight sweetheart. And thank you.”

They lied their head on my chest and quickly fell back asleep. And so did I.

The end.

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