#not doing every character if that wasn't appartent

[ihopesocomic]

Wait so you mean to tell me MP ISNT someone's indie creation passion project and actually a show with a buject and stuff??

Great, now I can finally say this without feeling bad: why does the animation look like THAT. It just looks so wonky??? Like the characters are about to fall appart at any second because they are made of paper that has been hastly glued togheter?

Because if its your passion project, yeah I get it, animating is hard. I animate too, and god making the characters move and look good is difficult. But if its a show and you're getting paid (or u have money to give someone else to animate it) why dont make it look better? And actually learn how ro use the engine you're using?

My Pride was not somebody's indie passion project, no. It had a budget and said budget was funded by "an agency of the provincial [Canadian] government" (Ontario Creates) via taxpayer money. You'll notice that they're credited at the end of each episode.

I'm sorry to hear you've been misled. You're not the first and you certainly won't be the last. oof

As for the animation, we know somebody who offered Tribble assistance on how to use Toon Boom more effectively and make the process easier for her. Their offer was turned down. To compound this, since Tribble opted for limited animation, and since a lot of the time the characters are standing while talking: re-drawing characters for every single scene was just a further waste of valuable time that could've been spent doing other things to make the show presentable.

I do feel there are some parts of the show that do look nicely animated, as we said in our analysis. It's just a shame that this wasn't a consistent thing. I don't know the reasoning behind that either. I can only assume that the most obvious culprit seems to be a lack of model sheets. I feel the animation team did their best with what limited direction they appear to have been given.

And it's also this inconsistent animation that has led people to believe that it wasn't a professional project. Even though professional = polished and nice looking/hobbyist = bad and amateurish is a very common misconception that needs to die already. lol - RJ

[selfloverrrrrr]

Angel Became Nightmare

Warning: smut, heavy smut, noncon, unprotected sex, yandere, stalking, obsessive, kidnapping.....

( All characters are aged up/18+)

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Read those warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report....

I woke up early today. My friend, my old friend, my very close friend Shoko was coming today in my town. She was out for her works for years. After a long time we were going to see each other. I took a quick shower and wore a floral dress. Then I get my simple makeup and hair done and went out of my apartment and got into my car.

After reaching the station I sit on a bench waiting for her. I was looking here and there for time pass. Then I saw a guy sitting on the next bench. He looked at me. Snow white hair and blue eyes.... He was just like an angel. He smiled at me and waved his hand at me. I smiled back and waved my hand back. He was making faces to make me smile and then he laughed again.

Suddenly the train arrived. I looked at the train. The door opened and I saw Shoko coming out of the train. I run to her and hugged her tightly. " I missed you so much" I said. " Ummm.... Me tooooo" she replied. Then we started walking out of the station. I looked at the stranger again and waved my hand. He did the same.

After that I went to Shoko's appartment. She told me to stay the night there but I had work next day so I told her that I would stay the dinner. What we didn't know that someone outside of her appartment was watching me from a car.

I went back to my apartment and changed in the night clothes. I went to the bed when I got a notification in my phone. I opened that. It was an unknown email. It was saying " hope your day went well.... Wish tomorrow's gonna be as well :)". I looked at that for a minute and then went to sleep.

Then it continued everyday. Every morning there was a bouquet of flowers infront of my door. A letter in it saying " hope your day goes as beautiful as you are ;)". And then every night the same email. I thought someone was doing prank on me so didn't give it too much attention. Truth to be told... It was making my day good.

But one night it goes far. After eating dinner and passing some time with chatting with my friends I went to bed to sleep when my phone dinged. I looked at it it was a email from that same email id. But something was different tonight. I opened the email but it was a different message tonight.

It says " you're looking pretty in that sky-blue night dress, you should wear that more... ;)" panic grabbed me. Another ding in my phone . " Oh you wore same sky-blue lace pantie, naughty~ you really know my favourite colour ". I even didn't know that I was wearing a sky-blue pantie. I looked everywhere in my room if the windows were open. But no...all were closed. Suddenly another message dingged. " Trying to find me?~.... You just have to tell me that you want to see me and I'll be infront of you;)". I thought whoever it is he must be inside my house. I run out of my room grabbed my car keys and run towards my car in the parking lot.

I went inside the car breathing heavily. I can't think what should I do and what shouldn't. I took my phone to call Shoko. Suddenly a cloth was on my face. A male voice for my backsit spoke " oh I wasn't in your house.... I do have a duplicate key of your car....". I fainted.

When I got my sense back I found myself on a bed of a room. There was one dim light. Then I heard that voice again " oh... You're up~" then the male figure started walking towards me and when he came in the light I saw him. It that guy... That white haired guy I met on the station.

"what you didn't expect me?" He said with a smirk. A devilish smirk. Then he started climbing on the bed. I tried to got up from the bed when I realised that my arms were tied behind me. I panicked. He came near me. He was too close to me. " You don't know how much I'm obsessed with you.... from months....now finally.....I got you....all mine~" he said stroking my hair with that sceary smirk on his lips.

Suddenly I felt his hand on my thigh. I looked at him." You feeling good?" He said smirking. His hand started going upwards." W-what are you doing, s-stop." I spoke.he didn't replied. " you're so sexy, I can't stop myself from thinking that I just fucking want you and your pussy wrapped around my dick .... and want to make mine" he replied in a devilish tone.

with that he pressed his lips on mine. His kiss was so rough. He started undressing me. I tried to protest but that didn't work .

He grabbed my boob and started squeezing it and I moaned in the kiss. Hearing my moan Gojo stopped the kiss and crashed his mouth on my breast. I moaned out loudly."Satoru " he spoke " my name is Satoru ...... Gojo Satoru, darling". He started sucking on my breast roughly. The more I moan the more roughly he sucks and  squeeze on my breasts." please stop... I'm beginning you please stop..." I begged. But he didn't stop.

After a while he let go off my breast. I was breathing heavily. He started undressing himself. He took off his shirt and pant. He was now only wearing his boxers. I can see the outline of his bulge through his boxers and there was a wet spot where the tip of his dick touched his boxer. Fear grabbed me by my neck.

His hand reached for my pantie and he ripped it off. He looked at my pussy with lustful eyes. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and crashed his mouth on it, sucking on it roughly. I moaned so loudly. I tried to push him away by pulling his hair but nothing nothing nothing. He just continued his work. He pulled back and lined himself with me."please please please no no no" I cried. "Shhh.... don't be sceared...... You're mine after all " he whispered and slammed his whole length in one slide without any warning."ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" I scremed."oh my fucking god god god god god god......ahhhhhhhhhhh" he moaned out feeling my warm wet walls around him.

His thurst became harder and harder. I was an moaning and crying mess."you are so fucking...ahhh .... tight" he moaned out. I was screaming, begging for help, begging him to stop...but nah.... nothing changed. The more I scream the more his thursting became harder.With a few more thurst I came. I grabbed the bedsheet behind me tightly . Feeling my warm wall clenching around him he came within a minute. I was already fainted.

" I claimed you as mine. Finally you're mine. No one can take you from me. you're always gonna be mine " he whispered.

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I love when you give me your requests<3

[miniisunshine]

I got a boost of confidence publishing my first story, so here's another one!

Once again, not based on the movie Lord of Chaos and also not based on the real Euronymous, only Rory's portrayal!

Synopsis: "You're not that evil!"

"Shut up emo girl..."

Warnings : P in V, AFAB character, soft dom?¿, unprotected sex (don't do this at home), swearing

Like every friday after work, you made your way into the music store, looking at the new arrivals and in search of classics albums you didn't already had. Well, classics for you of course, because the young black metal enjoyer who worked there would tell you otherwise.

It was the same old routine: you would pick up a CD, maybe Pierce The Veil, or Bring me the Horizon if you felt fancy, he would ring you up, judging your music taste saying something in the line of :

"This is not real music"

You would scoff, telling him goodbye with a smirk and then go on your merry way.

But not today, after observing what you had brought, Øystein looked at you with a neutral face.

"Do you wanna come to my show tonight? See and hear what real music is?"

You laughed at his question thinking it was one unique way to tell you that your tastes were trash.

"No I'm dead serious! I can write your name on the vip list. Free show, who could say no?"

You thought a little bit, you had nothing planned really, what could go wrong?

"Fine. But if I hate it, I'm never coming back at this store"

"Shut up emo girl..."

He laughed, took your name and number for the list and bid you farewell, letting you go with your stuff.

You didn't know why you went, but there you were, surrounded by angry and sweaty men.

The band entered the stage and you could see Øystein to the right, hair covering his face while he played his guitar.

You couldn't lie, he was one good looking mother fucker.

The new sound intrigued your ears, but you didn't hate it. The lyrics were, non understandable, but the beat and the feelings were there, angry feelings mostly.

After the show, you scurried your way out the venue before receiving a text message.

Its Øystein. Enjoyed the show?

I can't lie, it was impressive..

Wanna come take a beer at my place to talk about it?

I can't say no to a free beer lol

While in theory it was a bad idea to go to a stranger's place at this hour, you had a feeling this man wasn't a threat, even if he was considered the "Lord of Destruction". You were also quite attracted to him, so...

Knocking on his door, you began to feel nervous, regretting the easy going girl you were 15 minutes ago.

He opened the door, greeting you with wet hair and only some pyjamas pants on.

"So.. The emo girl do like true Norwegian Black Metal!"

You scoffed at his statement and entered his appartment, blushing at the little clothes he had on.

"It was fine! A little bit too angry for me, but it wasn't AS bad as I thought"

He brought you a drink, leading you to his couch, before taking a swig of his beer.

"Well that's what we proclaim! Anger, rage, death, violence-"

You burst up laughing

"Yea right! All I could see tonight was a young music shop worker playing pretend with his little friends! But the music was good.."

Øystein looked at you with, once again, no emotion. You couldn't see if he was mad or sad, but you knew he wasn't laughing with you.

"Wanna see the real dark side of me?"

That's when your curiosity entered the room and the excitement made you kinda hot.

"I'm all yours for the night baby!"

He took you by your wrist, making you following him in his bedroom before throwing you on his bed.

You were quite shocked by his feriocity, but you were in for it. You ankered both elbows into the mattress, looking at him with envy.

"Strip for me beautiful"

And you did, but slowly, making him longing for your body while he rubbed his erection over his pants

Piece by piece, you reveal your naked self to him.

Øystein waisted no time before hovering you on his bed, pulling you in a passionnate kiss while exploring your body.

He released his lips from yours, trailing his mouth on your neck, your collarbone, nibling and leaving marks on your skin before beginning torturing your breasts.

You started panting, your breath going faster and faster. Your hands travelling and scratching his back before stopping at the waistband of his pyjamas, pulling them down so you could offer him pleasure as well.

You could feel his moans vibrating on your skin, making you want more of him, so you lead his member closer to you, letting his tip go back and forth in between your wet folds.

Understanding what you wanted, Øystein stopped what he was doing, replacing your hand by his on his dick, guiding himself slowly into you, making you melt under the sensation.

You crossed your arms behind his neck, pulling a little his long black hair as he thrust into you, finding a comfortable pace.

Your moans interweaved together as he went faster into you.

"F-fuck Øystein.. Don't s-stop!"

He watched you slowly coming undone as he rubbed circles on your clit, making you cry out of pleasure.

"So fucking hot"

Watching you squirm under him while your tits bounced to his rythm was to much for him, so without warning he came into you, you following not long after.

Øystein collapsed onto you and you took this opportunity to play with his hair while you both catched your breath.

He made sure to clean you all nice before pulling you onto his chest.

"You're really not as evil as you claim to be"

"Shut up emo girl"

I'm really tired this may be not as good as i thought it was gonna be lol

[c0smoshit]

I got so excited seeing you in the metal gear tag! Your writing is lovely! Hope you don't mind me popping in for two characters, Big Boss and Venom Snake. Perhaps separate hcs on how they'd react to their s/o body worshipping them? It can be as fluffy or romantic as you'd like. Feel free to take them in any direction you please. Thank you and remember to take care of yourself! Stay hydrated!

That's so sweet!! I really appreciate that you enjoy the way I write, it's such a boost😭🫶🫶

Anyways, thanks for the request and you take care of yourself too sweetheart!! Sending lots of love ♡♡

Worshipping them

⋆ ࣪. ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 ≫ Big Boss, Venom Snake

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ none!! Just pure lovely and fluffy things // not proofread!

⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ Ahhgg this was so cute 😭

Big Boss "Naked Snake" (John)

★ He is the definition of proud

★ Loves to see you oogle him, drool over him but will never admit it out loud, just tease you about it ;)

★ But he is not prepared for your compliments, he never is

★ Fluster him enough and you'll get payback

Starting off his day strong as always, he was doing pull ups, grasping the bar tightly as he huffed a breath before pulling himself up again.

As he was hanging, regaining his breath, his ears seemed to fail detecting you approaching slowly. The chilly morning breeze hit your skin and he almost fainted when he felt your cold hands gliding on his chest, hugging him from behind.

You were lucky he still didn't have the time to sweat, pressing your cheek into his back as he was still hanging on the bar.

"How did I get so lucky..."

Cheeks warming up he chuckled, sighing as he felt your hands feeling his back now, tracing every muscle slowly, tenderly.

"Such a perfect back"

You muttered, kissing slowly the back of his neck since the bar wasn't much further up as you now guided your hands to his arms, feeling how the bulge of his biceps was at his biggest form from all the tension of holding himself up.

"And god those arms"

"Darling if you keep that up-"

He cut himself off as he finally landed on his feet, shirtless and standing tall and proud right in front of you, looking deeply into your eyes.

"Aww but I cant help myself, you look so good"

That, followed with a soft kiss on kiss cheek while your arms wrapped around his neck was enough for him to absolutely melt by your sweet, sweet words.

"You're in for it"

Venom Snake "Big Boss"

★ Ohh he's such a sweetheart

★ He'll compliment you back everytime you do

★ He's putty in your hands everytime you do too, smiling like a dork

★ What more can I say about this absolute puppy, you'd see his tail wag so fast if he had one

There was nothing better in life than the mornings he got to wake up beside you, that was what he now thought and felt.

He was always the first one to wake up, but today he opened his weary eyes to a cute sight of you; already awake, dry drool on your cheek you had failed to wipe out completely and your gorgerous eyes tracing his face.

"Goodmorning, love"

His deep murmur rumbled within your ears, plastering a big and soft grin on your face, reaching up to play with his beard.

"Goodmorning, handsome"

He hummed, leaning into your hand as you caressed his face, groaning from the loss of heat as it trailed down his neck, touching his shoulders now. Your leg was thrown over him as he had slept on his back, cheek pressed into his chest.

"So pretty..."

You sighed out dreamily as you almost drooled from the sight of his bare torso, making him flush deeply.

"So strong too..."

You continued to ramble, feeling him smile akwardly as he was fighting off a huge blush. Grabbing your hand hand kissing its back he swiftly pulled you up so your faces were just mere inches appart.

"You're beautiful too sweetie, an angel" Smiling like two teenagers he kissed your lips before you had something else to say about him, or his arms that he knew you loved.

[shkika]

Do you have a post explaining your SoS = Saint headcanon (like the hows and the whys)? I think it’s a super cool theory but I can’t find anything you’ve written in depth about it :(

Yes sure!

I have realized it is extremely difficult to search through my asks related only to a specific topic oops..

My theory stems from a specific Moon dialogue. The one in the void where she explains that the solution was something beyond their understanding. A variable out of infinity that EVEN if they found, the wouldn't know to test. Basically this this finding one single thing out of an infinity of options. Not only that, but the only way to know the answer is to cross into the void and escape the cycles. Which would mean that upon discovering it, you would ascend.

Hey. Did you know that Sliver of Straw's name suspiciously much sounds like the saying "Needle in a haystack".

I've rambled about her name before it's extremely clever. I mean it literally translates to SOS while she's known for sending the triple affirmative signal and perishing.

In my theory I want to give the idea that Sliver didn't find the answer on purpose. She stumbled on it and forcefully ascended before she had enough time to explain, share or do anything more than send it out.

So then okay she's in the void. Why did she come back as Saint. What's going on?

Well the void is described as a dream. Which would mean it gives those who have departed the cycles a peaceful existence. Think of Hunter being embraced by NSH and Survivor finding their family in the home tree. Monk finding their sibling as well.

Well Sliver no doubt went through the same experience as well... however..

You can tell it's a dream. Or at least the iterators can, because they are much more intelligent. Sliver would know that her dreams aren't real. Her loved ones she sees are still stuck in the cycles, somewhere she can't reach. And she's stuck unwillingly, it was all an accident she can't escape from. And she had friends! She often bet on animal fights like a dumbass, you cannot tell me she was fully devoted and did nothing else, but work with that silly hobby in mind. It's a very goofy detail to add to her character.

I think she suffered a lot in the void. Being all alone and stuck. It was unfair to be the only one free of the cycles, especially when her accomplishment wasn't even purposeful. So she attempts to escape. More or less swim up just how we see Saint doing.

But there are in fact void worms guarding the sea. I imagine they dragged her back down. Again and again.

What goes in the void can't leave. That's a rule!

So what she does is basically destroy herself. Take herself appart in any way she can, mentally and physically so that she can ascend as something anew.

Which is where the last challenge in arena mode makes more sense. It's non canon. Sliver didn't die, because of Saint. But it is more so symbolic! She is ascended so that Saint can take her place.

It is difficult and painful, but she manages. It is also beyond cool how the motif of the game, but inverted is use for Saint's swim back to the world. I did a lengthy ramble about it here I highly recommend you give it a read, because even the music used adds to this theory! > (x) < Here it is.

All the creatures in rain world are helpless from the big iterators to the smallest of slug cats.

Sliver takes her fate in her own hands refusing to follow the world's rules, becoming Saint. This was he can give the answer to his family. To every creature he can save from the repeating cycles. Comic about that here > (x) Even if Saint's goal is unachievable he chases it anyway. Which is what makes him an echo!

As Moon and Pebbles understand.. he's the only one that can. And it is why his journey is so incredibly important. He's the only one who has seen beyond the void sea and can bring back that knowledge to others! And it's what Saint does. This is why Sliver can never return to a peaceful existence in the void sea.

[sonnet009games]

As usual, every time you answer asks I have new things popping up in my mind...

About this one:

I think that ask is pretty interesting since it sort of showcases different perspectives on the situation. Depending on the detective, it may be the opposite - which I consider to be the case on my playthrough - with Flea literally bringing life to mine. So in a sense, in this case, he's the very opposite of ruin; he's literally salvation. It breaks my heart that he can't see it, despite noticing the signs of it. That short offhand comment from him in the morning at the end, when he mentions how my detective's apartment is even more empty than usual and my detective thinking it's no surprise since that last month he's barely been living is the prime example. But even then, it could be interpreted both ways as one could argue that the detective wouldn't have been brought to such a low without having met Flea first. But that of course is purely perspective - because when you find something (or in this case someone) who literally heals you and you "interrupt the treatment" suddenly, of course you'll plunge deeper until you resume.

Also that thing you answered in my previous ask:

Again this makes me want to cry. But also, sort of related to the previous point? It's such a matter of perspectives, and I like that your writing allows for a lot of room for different headcanons when it comes to the detective's thoughts and general mindset. Now that I think of it, you sort of manage that middle point between offering the player deep customization of their character and yet having the MC as "semi-set" in the sense that they don't feel at all like a blank slate. Usually, I really don't like the "middle ground" MCs in IF, because it always feels like the author gives a lot of freedom to shape the MC, only to take it back at some crucial point and alienate the reader. But you somehow manage to make it perfect with clever writing, as you leave a lot to headcanon and write the detective's words and actions in ways that could be interpreted in numerous ways, and it works so well! For example, in my case, I imagine my detective being so relieved and happy to see Flea again that if it wasn't "using him when he was at a low" he just wouldn't have cared. That's also why I picked the kiss option right after the fight. With the blood + adrenaline running high after the battle, it was a lapse in self-control - he just did what he wanted to do from the start after finding him. On the other hand, I didn't pick trying to kiss or undress Flea once back in the appartment, since that sliver of self-control was back and with it, the usual respect for Flea and not doing stuff out of a sudden like that. Honestly, even without the blood problem, if it had been an option, I may have picked the kiss anyway after the fight.

It's definitely a matter of perspective, yeah! For Flea, I'd imagine he flips back and forth between feeling ruined and feeling saved, like, every other minute. It makes sense that the detective could go either way, too.

And I'm so glad you noticed and approve of the vagueness of the detective when you're not directly picking their responses. I'm sure I don't always nail it, but I'm trying to give you as much freedom as possible to interpret your character's individual feelings and style while still funnelling you through the plot.

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/760967206628737024/jeju-trip-926-928-jungkook-on-102-i-dont

Anon just talking without knowing the context, I assume. That was the time when that video with a girl and a dog was circulating and antis were claiming it was JK in the video. It was a serious claim with visual "evidence" And if there is even a slight truth in it, JK wouldn’t open that live knowing very well that people would ask about it, would he? And they did. And he strictly, clearly and over and over refused it. Something he never have done before (none of the bts members done that actually). He might stay low, he might let company release a statement, he might chose not to talk about it at all. But he did clearly denied it on livestream. Do you know what kind of trouble he would get in if he was lying? All the other k-pop fans, media etc looking for a slight misstep of bts to cancel them (look at Yoongi case) Can you imagine the shitstorm if someone caught his lie? Especially in k-pop world these dating things are a serious issue. Do you think that JK doesn’t know this simple fact of their life?

Oh, he said something else. He said he didn’t feel the "need" having a girlfriend and added that he felt refreshed to saying it out loud.

So yes anon, I believed him when he said it :)

Hi anon!

The other anon is just a "he's straight" anon that comes around every now and then to be annoying. They don't actually care.

The narrative that went with the footage of him that was spread (and it was more than just that video. It was footage of him in a club and him alone in his appartment as well). was that Jk hooks up with many girls and basically that he's a player. It coincidentally dropped when 3D was released. Clearly it was done to sabbotage him. The footage was edited, which is a clear indication of something shady being up. Also.. there immediately was talk of more, actual exposing footage being shared later.. but ofcourse that never happened. People started talking about a girlfriend because they felt the girl was pregnant 🙄.

I did not expect him to say anything about it. He didn't have to. Members don't speak out on these things.. so it's out of character. In general I feel they act as if the stuff doesn't exist. We saw Namjoon say he doesn't have a girlfriend last year, but that wasn't in response to drama and had a whole different vibe.

I have trouble remembering how much of a thing this was amongst netizens and general army and if this needed to be adressed at all... obviously Jkkrs and Tkkrs were shook for weeks.

[kidge-planet]

Kidge summer event

Day 23 : hangout

Characters: Pidge/Katie holt , Keith Kogane

Pairing: pidge and keith : kidge

post Season8

A/N: This is the next part part of a fix that I wrote on Wattpad. If you want to read it, click here <----------------------------

If for any reason you don't read it, here is a recap :)!

Every years, the paladins had a meeting on New Altea. Last year, Keith missed it because of a long mission for the blade that lasted almost a year... In the meantime, he hadn't seen his friends in real life... Or actually, he hadn't seen pidge in a while. She was so busy lately... So When Keith saw her, she was gorgeous, more then he recalled... Basically he asked her if she wanted to hang out ............ ( Forgot to say that they kissed REALLY quickly)

Yup, I said quicklest. Well, it wasn't very quick... ANYWAYS, here is the part where they hang out!!

Keith arrived in front of Pidge's appartement, nervous. It was the big day! It wasn't a date, was it?...

After a long hesitation, he knocked at the door...

After a moment, he heard the sound of the key in the lock and then the door opened:

She was in... Pyjamas?...

"Hey, are you ready?"

Keith asked, awkwardly smiling at her.

"Not really... You know me, I was engrossed in my work and... Well... I didn't see the time..."

She said, embarrassed but slightly amused.

"Ho... It's ok, we're not in a rush."

He shook his head.

"Yeah, well, I still need to shower... You should come in."

She pushed her self aside for Keith to come in.

Once he walked in, he saw that her appartement was a little messy...

Yup, it's her appartement.

"Ok, make yourself confortable, I'll be right back!"

She rushed into a room that might be her bathroom.

He took a look around... Energy drinks... Pile of retro games... a Garrison jacket.

Ho, pictures!

Keith took a look at them.

There was pic of the team. He was on some of them. Some pictures have even been taken into space, when they were still paladins! Maybe when he was away with his mother and the blade...

He kept looking at the pictures and froze at one of them.

"Griffin?!"

In the same time, pudge arrived in the living room.

"I'm ready! Let's go!"

He turned towards her and immediately forgot about the picture he just saw.

She looked GORGEOUS.

She had on a red dressé that looked perfect on her. it stoped to her knees.

( like that one )

He haires were tied with a red ribbon and resting on her shoulder.

As for her face, you could see that she had a light make up. Unusual to see her wear some, but he hadn't seen her in years... Last time he saw her, she wore some too.. maybe she started make up? It's not a bad thing, he just thought that she didn't need it.

"You look... Very cute!..."

He stood.

"thanks!.."

They then stayed silent for a while, getting the situation weird.

"So, huh... Let's go?"

"Sure, Yeah. Let's go."

At these words, they headed outside and took Keith's motorcycle to go down town.

At this point, the both of them were wondering the same thing: Why was it so awkward?! They kissed last time! Well, it was quick... But still!

They arrived in town and Keith helped her to get down the motorcycle.

"SOOOO, what do you want to do?.."

Keith asked.

"Ho, huh... I didn't really thought... How about we check the stores? Or maybe you are hungry?"

She answered, while looking around her and fidgeting with her fingers.

She looked so cute... He blushed slightly.

"stores sounds good!"

Keith answered.

"Ok then! ANDIAMO(let's go, in Italian)!"

She grabbed his arm and dragged him into every stores that seemed nice to them.

The day passed and the sun started to settle. They sat in front of the beach that was no far from the town with ice creams.

"It was very nice, thanks for today, Keith." She smiled at him. A smile that was more beautiful that a billion sunsets.

"of course, anytime! I had an amazing day too!"

They Were sat so close that their shoulder were almost touching. They could feel each other's warmth.

"Also, thanks for that amazing bracelet! It's so adorable!"

He had bought her a small green bracelet.

"It was just very pretty... Like you. You needed it."

She blushed slightly before to laugh.

"You are being cheesy!"

He smiled at her. Her laugh was feeling the air and it was a beautiful melody that he could listen to every days. If only he could.

"I'm just saying facts. True facts."

She looked back at him, her expression and her gaze softening.

"You are being so adorable, Keith."

"you think?.."

"totally."

They became silent again, staring in each other's eyes. The silence wasn't awkward anymore, it became a confortable silence, a love language that only them could understand...

"So... I had a question."

Keith sighed.he had that in mind all day, he needed to ask now.

"yup?"

"well, when I was at your place, I saw a pic of you and James. He was kissing your cheek. I just wanted to know if... You two had something going on?.."

She somehow choked on her ice cream.

"WHAT?! NO! no! Absolutely not! His a coworker, nothing more."

"coworkers doesn't kiss each other..."

He raised an eyebrow.

"well, a friend. You know, like... Lance and Hunk, they kiss me too.. on the cheeks or forehead ! Of course..."

He sighed.

"So, did our kiss meant anything to you?.."

She looked up at him with a confused expression.

"of course it did. It meant so much. I never kissed someone like you..."

"someone like me?.."

"someone I really liked..."

He froze.

"you... Hold on. What?"

"I huh... I guess I like you.. a lot."

Keith's eyes were sparkling.

"you do?.. Ho, huh. I like you too... But not friendly. You get my drift?.."

She giggled and pulled him into a kiss. It was longer then the first one... Sweeter, better... Burning with passion.

As their lips were pulling apart, their heart were racing.

They stared at each other.

"So... That makes us a thing?"

He asked.

"I guess."

She smiled.

It was in front of this sunset, in this beautiful beach, that their love took another level.

That they started to share something new.

Bonus:

Keith: If we are a thing, you'll have to stop letting guys kiss you...

Pidge:

Keith: ok, Hunk and Lance are fine. I trust them and I know you guys are best friends..plus, hunk has Shay and Lance Allura... they also know I'll kill them if they tried anything else...

But! Only cheeks and forehead! And no other guys!

Pidge: yes, captain.

A/N: Favorite fic I wrote yet...

[fleshofbonewwwww]

axiom for plots and miracles

Axioms enjoyable to me prove to be harder to identify as negative ones. Subjective too. It appears shortsighted to invert "bad" axioms, as some escape binary concepts.

R. F. Kuang made an impression, in a recent release¹, postulating that plots rooted almost in absurdism depend on the confidence of the writer. Examplified by John Wick, the entirety of the story will fall appart if the main character analyzes the comparativeness of motivations. Hence, the premisse is treated similar to Zimmermans² idea of the magic circle (which is derived from Huizinga and Caillois), in which every notion of tdoubt is exluded from the world. To formulate a rule out of this appears insufficient, as the short story The Cold Calculations³ qualifies but leaves an unsatisfied aftertaste as it uses an unexplainable miracle to arrange the plot twist. Maybe I wasn't reading careful enough, but it appears that adding food for thought or surreal elements that could be called plot holes, seem to be outside of this realm as long as they do not pull the plot into a direction without apparent causality, hence not annoying me as a reader. Overall, I am very happy over stumbling upon this story though as the aspect of superimposition of the writing between dialogues is something I'm looking forward to adapt into my arsenal.

I'm also under the impression that this might be the reason I personally do not vibe with Neil Gaimans "The Ocean at the End of the Lane". The question remains for me if this is a large divider in reading preferences similar to genres. Summarizing, the best appraoch appears to be still to write something that I'd like to read myself. ¹ Kuang, R. F.., Adams, John Joseph. The Best American Science Fiction and Fantasy 2023. USA: HarperCollins, 2023. ² Zimmerman, Eric, Jerked Around by the Magic Circle - Clearing the Air Ten Years Later, 2012 Gamasutra. ³ Aimee Ogden, The Cold Calculations, Clarkesworld, 2021. https://clarkesworldmagazine.com/ogden_12_21/

[hpf07]

Kuroo knew Kenma wasn't the most romantic person in the world, but since Kodzuken appeared he was practically forced to be aware of the date, so the algorithm will be kind to him.

Halloween, christmas, anything. He'll need to be aware to play something according to the occasion.

Sometimes he'll do a casual blog, like mother's day, a simple recipe, a day outside with him, just daily things.

But there was a certain festivity Kenma avoided like the plague, trying to be untraceable for the weekend.

Valentine's day.

Kuroo knew about Kenma's crush.

Most importantly, Kuroo new the pain of unrequited love. So, every Valentine's day he'll appear with apple pie and beer, some stupid cards with cat-puns and a movie, just to check out on him.

Fearing every year to interrupt something.

Sometimes he felt selfish for doing it.

Maybe Kenma wanted to be alone and see some old matches, maybe that's why he isolated himself.

Maybe it was selfish to force his friend to spend the most romantic day with him, knowing his feelins. Does that make his intentions impure?

He tried to force himself to remember.

Kenma will kick him out no shame if he didn't wanted him there.

Another year arrived and another Valentine's day was there, so Kuroo was ready.

He got the cheesiest move he could, musical included, maybe he'll manage to cuddle Kenma when boredom will lully him to sleep.

He got a beautiful bouquet of roses, expensive perfume on him, hair somehow tamed for the ocassion and a plastic bag full of things for the evening as he arrived to the Kozume residence.

"My love, your date is he-"

"The door is open, Kuro"

Kenma's voice was grumpier than usual.

He looked tired and hurt, like he didn't even took a shower, not even stopping to greet him.

Kuroo bite the inside of his cheek, taking his shoes off in the genkan, letting his confidence slip out there too, thinking if he really overstepped Kenma's boundaries this year.

"Uhm, sorry for the inconvenience" He murmured softly, shrinking despite his height, like all the air in his lungs was suddenly gone.

"You're never sorry about that" Kenma answered, eyebrows arching hard.

"I can go If you want?" Kuroo asked, hidding the roses, feet stuck.

Kenma noticed the roses and massaged the bridge of his nose.

"No, I'm being an asshole. I'm sorry. Bad day"

And it was probably a hell of a day, his eyebags were dark and swollen, like he hasn't sleeped in a month and cried in the process.

His hair was dirty and greasy.

"Oh, uh. I'm here to be your company in a romantic dinner?"

"As you can see,I'm not exactly ready for a restaurant"

Kuroo's heart squeezed at the snarky smile and glassed eyes, he let the roses down the entry table and the bag slip between his fingers.

"You're beautiful, Kenma"

He walked up to face him and pulled his best friend's head to his chest and covered his body with his own in a thight hug.

"No matter how you look, you always look beautiful to me"

"You're really in character this year,isn't it?" He mumbled bitterly against the expensive shirt.

Kuroo's grip tightened, feeling an inmense desolation as if Kenma's pain was radiating throught him.

"My service, baby" He faked confidence, smiling sadly.

"Can't you just say I'm awful looking and get wasted? You'll make my day easier."

"Nope" He kissed the crown of his head.

Kenma smiled sadly and pushed him appart.

"Okay, enough, just let your stuff on the kotatsu"

Kuroo pushed the roses against Kenma's face grinning.

"You're beautiful, but you do smell awful too"

"Get out of my house"

"Work is a bitch, life is worse. Go get a shower, love you"

Kenma's middle finger was in his face in no time, so he kissed it as a reflex.

"I'll get things done, just take your time and relax."

"Fine, but fuck you too"

Kuroo bite back the comment he wanted to say, Kenma wasn't in the mood for teasing.

"Go, I'll get you fresh clothes"

Kenma's silhouette was quickly out of his gaze, so he took his sweet time to organize everything in his bag.

The champagne and cheese table were expensive looking compared to the cute apple pie and beer cans, but he wanted to have everything Kenma would want at the moment.

He had chips and other snacks waiting to be served until something got his attention. Kenma's usual love-letters, well. Kodzuken's love letters and his phone.

The screen flashed urgently.

Kenma !!

Kenma please don't cry (╯︵╰,)

If I only knew before I-

Shoyo (´,,•ω•,,)

Kuroo's stomach dropped and suddenly he felt as a fool, all the romantic decorations carefully packed on the bag feeling stupid as his eyes suddenly were tingling.

He took the phone in his hands for a second, should he read the convo?

Did...they fight?

Did...Kenma confessed?

Kuroo's hands were shaking. He wanted to cry, but he took a deep breath.

No, If anything, that message meant he was right.

Kenma needed support right now, no matter what happened and he was there to make the day the less miserable he could.

"What are you doing with my phone?"

And there was Kenma, beautiful and breathtaking Kenma, a very naked and rosy Kenma, in a towell and underwear.

Kuroo chocked on his own spit.

"Sorry, you got a message and-"

"Did you read it?" Kenma asked scared, violently, trying to get the phone out of his grip.

"No"

That answer seemed to be the correct one, Kenma inmediatly calmed down, hugging the phone against his chest, looking so small and vulnerable

Kuroo wanted to hold him again.

"Could you please get me some clothes?"

"Sure, sorry I took it"

"Sorry I'm a mess today"

"No worries"

Kuroo went throught the closet with a heavy heart, but decided to make Kenma's day better getting his usual Nekoma sweats and comfy socks.

His eyes lingered for a second and he took one of his hoodies, inhaling his best friend scent in there.

He couldn't help but being selfish.

He loved the inmature feeling of ownership as he used his clothes, not really caring if he didn't had anything casual to wear anymore.

"Alright, my prince's royal attire is here" Kuroo faked composture as he got closer to the Kotatsu were Kenma was under, searching for heat.

"God, I'm freezing" He whispered as he shimmied out from under the kotatsu, shaking softly.

Kuroo's eyes drank the image of Kenma's so incredibly soft looking skin as he handled him the clothes. Maybe he was delirious, but he could swear he took his sweet time to get dressed.

His mouth felt dry as the delicious sight of his long legs got slowly covered, using all his strenght to not open them and bite those milky thighs inside, so soft and slighty plushy after getting out of high school work out routine,he wanted to press him against the kotatsu and-

"Once you stop looking at my ass could you help me dry my hair?"

"KYANMAAA"

Kenma chuckled for the first time of the night, a sad giggling, but Kuroo felt his chest warmer.

"Can't I appreciate the beauty of my best friend?" He murmured blushing as he searched for the hair dryer.

Kenma didn't answered, sight lost on the walls, thinking. He took a second to see the hoodie being placed over his abdomen, covering his beloved collarbones and pink nubbles in a second. He'll do anything to kiss his entire body until all those worries will leave his heart.

"Alright," Kuroo said as he placed himself behind Kenma, whose legs were still hiding under the kotatsu. "Now, isn't this feel better, baby?"

"Less sore, I guess" Kenma answered with a lost sight

Kuroo smiled sadly, something definitely was off with his best friend today.

As he was about to turn the hair dryer on, Kenma's voice brought him back to reality.

"Have you ever noticed-" He interrupted himself. "Doesn't matter"

"Tell me"

"My house"

"What about it?"

"You have it memorized"

"I know,that's what happens when you share your life with someone"

Kenma's lips sealed in a tight line, so Kuroo took it as a green light to start his work.

Kenma's hair was longer as ever, also softer, now that most of it wasn't dyed, Kuroo loved it completely, the dark roots, the pudding hair, the longer one. He could remember so many things just by looking as his hair.

He brushed the long strands in a gentle motion applying the heat with extremely care to not burn his skin, wondering where was the last time Kenma combed it properly. Kenma's blissed smile and rosy cheeks eased his worries as he handled him a tie.

He'll love to braid it, but a low bun will work, Kenma's scalp probably needed a rest too.

He placed a kiss at his now uncovered neck, making Kenma squeak.

"Hey!"

"Warmth really make you day dream, isn't it?"

Kenma's embarassed face was a gift to the world. Cute, so kissable.

"Thanks" He muttered.

"So, what now?"

"The best date in the world is here Kyanma, have no fear!"

"Where is he?" He said with a flat face.

"You're the worst Kyanma"

"And somehow you always prefer to keep coming back instead of getting a cute girl"

Kuroo breath hitched.

"Of course"

[dumb-dumb-mander]

So

I dreamed I found my way out of bounds on a Cantha map (nothing special there) and found the model of Captain Fa in a room, locked away

The thing is...

The model wasn't just stored away

It was active

And way stronger than before

He fought me and ''killed'' me... And kidnapped me somewhere else

When I woke up, i was in a castle I never saw before, alone, without weapons and no bag. Naked beside my clothes

I panicked and didn't wait to see if Fa would come see if I was awake and began to run to find the exit of the castle

I was also panicking because I shouldn't be here, like, at all, i was confuse at where I was and if I would have problems

You don't understand -

I fucked around on purpose to get myself out of Bound, find a character you shouldn't meet and clicked a script that teleported me where I shouldn't be

Since I didn't thought of Waypoint we can assume that... Since no map anymore, no way to use that

I was fucking stuck where I shouldn't be

My goal was then to find my way out by finding the edge of the map and break out from there

But before that, i needed to even get out from the castle where there was npc around-

Everything was working correctly

I tried to not get close to them to not start a fight (no weapons) or a script (no idea how far everything was working) but they were looking at me weird

After a while, still in panic to be found by Fa, i found the way out of the castle

It's hard to explain...

The castle was nothing from Cantha, grey rocks and... Well, European castle? (I suppose it got mixed with my memory of rest of rampart in Belgium ), the town was giving hella vibe of European middle age but every clothing, how npc looked and all were Cantha

I walked fast in the town, trying to get away from the Castle, from Fa, and searching the edge of the map

At some point, i was on a place where a public was and where i jumped in to hide myself from the guards

A young lady next to me examined me head to toe with a big smile and then proposed an apple to me, which i accepted with a thanks

-''you're not from here, do you?''

-''.... No. What's going on here?''

I pointed in front of the crowd with my chin, eating the apple

There was guards handcuffing people, in dark brown outfit, clearly the ''slave look'', heading to a carriage. The 'slave' had their head low in defeat and resignation... That didn't look good

-''They're going to be transported in a camp where they probably will be killed'' She answered to me with still a big smile

-''What- what are you doing here?!''

-''I have been convoked !'' She said, showing me a piece of paper ''I probably will be summoned on the stage as well !''

I didn't waited to see if i would be asked to go on the stage as well and just slipped away

It's later in the dream that it will be obvious that all the 'slave' and the lady were Sylvari

I forgot how, but I found myself in a shop where i was commanding someone to rip a bag/plush appart because I was certain it was mine and there would be my phone communicator in it

Turn out i was right, but the battery was ready to die

With what was left of the battery i just got time to call someone to say i was alive, i didn't know where I was, but i was there because I fought Fa where i shouldn't be. The communication ended abruptly

I continued then my journey toward the edge of the world and it's when I arrived to a sort of farm, outside of the town, that i received a whisper from @mistreaders-requiem asking me where the fuck i was

I tried to explain , but curiosity killed the cat and they used a teleport to friend to join me...

At the worst moment

A event began where little tiny cute things were running around. Everyone was panicked but they weren't attacking...

Well, not the humans npc

Because when my friend appeared next to me, playing a Sylvari, the little shit instant killed them, making me run in a high place to stay safe

@salad-tales then whispered to me at the same time, asking wtf was happening

I explained with my friend (dead) screaming 'wtf' in the chat as well, seeing that the little shit were called ''Vegetarier'' (vegetarian in German) Salad-tales scolding me in every emotions possible how the fuck i managed to go on maps that weren't supposed to be accessible yet

She teleported and we managed to sneak around to rez @/mistreaders-requiem because of course no waypoint around

The last little bribes of discussion before i woke up was that we assumed that Captain Fa would be in a way or another a bad guy and the new expension would play on a something ''eradication of Sylvari'' plot and as a Sylvari commander... That got some thick plot

Just woke up from dreaming, dream that turned into ''i managed to go on the maps of the next expension and I shouldn't be there''

I need to do a post about that dream

That wasn't nice

[fl0ating-tree]

Favorite to least favorite c!'s on the dream smp GO! (Them as character's objectively, not their actions, if that makes sense!)

anon kiss me rn this is a perfect excuse to ramble about my opinions and boy do i have opinions.... totally up for rebuttles to these or ppl trying to change my opinions on it i am a literary analysis bitch at heart

hate - technoblade, ranboo (there will be a bounty on my head for this one LOL)

dislike - niki, foolish, punz

don't love or hate - dream, phil, sam, puffy

like - sapnap (i WILL go further into detail for this one if someone wants), jack, tubbo, tommy, fundy

love - wilbur, ghostbur, eret, quackity, schlatt

hate is a strong word but it was used for the sake of the scale lol. but i REALLY dislike techno and ranboo's characters for the same reason of the fact that they feel very mary sue.

techno feels mary sue to me cause just like...nothing bad ever happens to him. i think 90% of my issue with his character would be fixed if he had died as his execution. that entire thing felt so stagnated. the day before dream is like "hey i think youre gonna get executed. heres how to not let that happen." and then the stream after that was "hey im getting executed. thats not gonna happen." like...it was just so unsatisfying because there wasn't a single moment i was concerned for techno considering i watched him get totems the day before and watched him hold one during his execution. he's stuck in the prison but from the way cc!techno was acting it feels like techno doesn't even CARE that he's there, and he has a contingency plan with the syndicate anyways. i didn't even feel bad that he got pulled out of retirement considering it was revealed he was collecting weapons of mass destruction the entire time. the only time i have EVER like his character was early pogtopia when everyone was always like "techno refuses to roleplay" AFSDKFSKG

ranboo feels like a mary sue to me because it's literally just one bad thing happening to him after another without any rhyme or reason. oh no his tears burn him and he has memory loss and he's scared he's doing bad things (did the whole "ranboo secretly has the cat disc" every get brought up again?) and he hears voices. his husband and best friend are moral enemies with his roomies but none of them seem to have an issue with that? just like.....his entire character is internal conflict and everyone loves him. not a fan.

dislike character all boil down to the same thing as well in that i feel like i would LOVE these character if they were executed better.

niki's going from wanting to protect tommy in pogtopia to the next thing i remember of her is her blaming tommy for her trauma. and her villain arc being INCREDIBLY serious but then a joke? niki as a character has a lot of potential but it all just isnt executed well imo, which is why i dislike the character.

foolish being a fun idea but the whole "totem god" thing just falls flat with me.

punz had SO much potential to do something really cool character-wise after the disc finale, but i think that boils down to cc!punz not being a big roleplayer/minecraft streamer, so it makes sense but still feels a little bit like a let down.

for the idc category it's honestly just that personally their character doesn't retain my interest. not that i think there's any major flaw with their character, just not something i care about.

dream i legit just...don't have thoughts about. cool character, but nothing stands out, and he feels a little flip-floppy sometimes. couldn't care less that he's being tortured so i feel like that's a sign that something isn't working right with that plotline.

phil and sam i think i would love their characters if they were exclusivly side characters but with the nature of streaming as the medium for the story there has to be a bit more substance to their characters but i genuinely think i would've liked them if it was just "the warden" and "wilbur's father" rather than their own individual characters. cool characters regardless, just not my personal faves.

puffy i might just not watch her enough but its similar to phil and sam where i think having her just be a therapist wouldve worked better than a fleshed out character. if more puffychu development happens tho, both her and niki will probably rise on this list.

the like characters range from "i think these characters have flaws objectively, but overall are very good!" to just....i am nostalgic for the pet wars.

sapnap i don't have a good reason for liking his character LOL it's mainly because i started watching during the height of the pet wars and i loved watching him during that. but i still just think the concept of his character is so cool and if he did more lore and specifically more stuff with dream, i can see him easily becoming a favorite character of mine.

jack, tubbo, and tommy i think are all very well fleshed out and executed characters. they have goals, flaws, relationships, and all three of the CCs are good actors i feel too. jack REALLY wow'd me over with his manifold hotel arc thing. tommy i think works well as a character because objectively he's kind of a prick but i still want him to win, and i think that's a sign of a well written character.

fundy again is similar to sapnap in that i loved him in the pet wars, but also he has the strongest relationships on the server imo. phil and wilbur stand out the most, but also with the OG l'manbergians and how his relationship with all of them are strained for no apparent reason in this awful "i've grown as a person and can't love you any more" kind of way.

i will fight tooth and nail over the fact that these characters are some of the most well-written and acted on the server genuinely. ESPECIALLY eret. i am a c!eret stan before all else.

ghostbur and eret i absolutely adore because of just how quietly tragic they are. a ghost damned to haunt his failures, and a king damned to try and repent. really REALLY well executed characters, and i pray every day that eret gets the kind of views tommy and wilbur's lore streams do because she is an amazing actor. they are both so tragically well written and executed amazingly, both are great examples of "show not tell" too. ghostbur with the amneisa and eret with their museum and abandoned castle. (only critic for eret is that i wish he stayed dethroned and george stayed king, but i think that was CC error not C error because if i remember right geroge said he wanted out of the lore. tho i think he could've stayed king and still not been involved in lore, but i digress)

wilbur and quackity are all incredibly thought out. you can see a start and a middle, and you can see that there's an ending. i feel like the biggest issue i have with tommy and tubbo is that there just doesn't seem to be an ending for their characters. with wilbur and quackity i can see an ending happening for them. they've got flaws, pros, goals, motivations, ideas. just AMAZING execution and it's cool to see how they're both so well written yet they execute their characters differently. wilbur with very casually imbedded lore that you only realize was lore and foreshadowing until it's too late, and quackity with very in-your-face produced lore streams that make you sit for an hour afterwards and wonder what happened.

schlatt is a good character because of cc!schlatt's AMAZING acting and also because he didn't try to make it some grand thing. schlatt was an alcoholic who abused his workers and was power hungry. he had his goal, and that was it, and cc!schlatt executed that perfectly.

[tired-teacher-blog]

Hello love *running to you with hearts overflowing from arms*. I hope you doing pretty you pretty one and ı wanna thank you 😘

this trope might be a little meh but I'm a simple woman 😈 PROTECTIVE AIZAWA!!! But not like jealousy, like "no matter what happens, no matter what you go through, even if there is no one by your side, I will always be with you."

Cause he had (still has) though times and dark moments too and no one can understand you better than him. I want to forget everything in his arms.

Hi sweetie! *kisses your cheeks* I hope you're doing good baby ❤️ let me tell you that I had a wonderful time working on your request so I hope it can bring you joy and puts a smile on your face because you deserve it! I love you so much 🥰

Title : Make it better

Characters : Aizawa/ Gender neutral reader

Genre : Fluff!! Just some tooth rotting sweetness/ angst/ One shot

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

He knows. He has always known and understood your struggles, just the way you have always known and understood his.

_ "You are a part of me, the best part." is what he never fails to remind you of.

However, there are times when you stubbornly try to battle your fears all by yourself, failing each and every time to hide it from him.

And today was one of those days. You were absent minded, barely ate anything the whole day, made numerous mistakes while teaching and overall didn't look like your usual self despite pretending to be alright.

You were able to fool everyone, same as always, but not him. He said nothing when you kept avoiding him the whole day, and settled for subtly watching over you from afar.

It wasn't the time nor the place to discuss personal affairs after all.

However, as soon as you two entered your appartement and closed the door after yourselves..

_ "Y/n, let me see your face honey." he requested carefully, afraid of overwhelming you.

You flinched realizing that he had seen right through your charades, and battled against your expressions to come up with a believable smile.

_ "What is it Shōta? Oh that's right! Before I forget, what do you want for dinner? It's my turn to cook so you can go ahead and take a shower first, I'll have mine after we eat." you just blabbed nonsensical, hoping he would let it go.

He did, he knew you weren't ready to talk yet so he simply approached you with a reassuring smile and pulled you close to his chest, tracing your back and placing the softest kisses along your neck and shoulder. He held you for a while, saying nothing but it was alright, it was all you needed at that moment and you internally thanked him for understanding.

_ "Are you sure you don't need help with dinner?" he whispered nuzzling your hair, "we can always take a shower together afterwards."

You giggled hearing his cheeky proposal, and it was the reassurance he needed, at least for now.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

You wiped the blurry bathroom mirror and looked at yourself for a moment. You could clearly see the lump in your throat as your shields were slowly crumbling.

You shook your head and opened the door to find Shōta waiting outside for you.

_ "Hey beautiful, I was about to see what took you so long." he tilted his head trying to get a better look at your face, "are you ready for bed?.. Oh.."

Your only response was to jump in his arms and finally break down. You were done pretending to be alright.

_ "Take it easy honey I got you." and he truly did, he truly does.

He took you in his arms and carried you straight to bed, placing you gently before joining you in.

You gave him no chance to settle, you just wanted to touch him, to rest your head on his chest and feel his soothing kisses.

He understood, of course he did, he is the love of your life as you are his, and you have been together long enough for him to realize what you needed even if you didn't say it.

_ "It's gonna be okay sweetheart, trust me." he pulled you impossibly close to himself and dragged his lips along your cheek and down to your quivering jaw, "no matter what happens, no matter what you go through, even if there is no one by your side, I will always be with you."

His warm voice and loving words made you sob louder, you were unable to stop yourself but it was fine, you weren't hurting anymore.

Incredible.. that was all you needed, all you ever wanted, and only he could make you feel better.

He waited until your sobs had stopped and only sniffles remained.

_ "Do you want to talk about it?" he didn't push you, never did, and he would wait for as long as you wish.

But you were finally ready, you wanted to share what was troubling you and so you did..

You kept your face buried deep in his chest as you let it all out, and each time you were overwhelmed with fear or hesitation to carry on, he would gently rub your back and kiss the top of your head while whispering a gentle: "it's okay honey, take your time." and it helped, it gave you strength to share everything with him.

You heaved a sigh of relief as soon as you finished talking. You finally felt lighter, calmer, strangely at peace and the gentle hand cradling the back of your head and stroking your hair soothed you further.

_ "It's fine to have moments of doubt every so often, that's part of being alive, but talking about it helps doesn't it? I know because I feel better everytime I talk to you about my own struggles." he moved his fingers under your chin and tilted your head up, "you are strong, sweet, smart, stubborn, caring, funny, beautiful inside and out." he pecked your nose once before placing the softest kiss on your lips, "I'm always here, always by your side so please don't push me away and don't hide from me. We'll figure it out together like we always do I promise."

_ "We will." and you smiled at last, that smile he's been craving to see the whole day, "I love you Shōta, you always know how to make things better."

He gently pressed his forehead to yours and let out a soft laughter: "you always know how to make things better for me too." his arms pulled you even closer against him as his lips moved to settle on your neck: "I love you more than anything else."

@aizawas-non-right-foot

[nelapanela94]

TW: major character death, widower Levi mourning.

I'm crying rn for writing this. Not proofread

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Like every night before embarking on an expedition, Levi made love to you, so gentle and sweet and slow, holding hands, intertwining fingers, reveling in every inch of your body.

Tired and sweaty, you snuggled against his shoulder, tracing hearts on his chest with you finger; the golden band glinting under the flickering light of the candle.

"Please, stay." He draped his arm over his face, shielding his eyes.

Your smile faltered, and you closed your eyes. "Don't ruin this perfect night, Levi. We already talked about it."

A knot of vines with thorns seized his throat. Arguing with you would lead to a dead end.

"I love you, Y/N." His voice was hoarse as if he was battling against tears.

"I love you too, Levi."

*

During your funeral, Levi couldn't stop glancing around, holding onto a shard of faith that you would enter that room. That it was a joke, the cruelest joke, but you'd be alive.

That never happened.

The urn with your ashes rested on the altar, surrounded by some of your precious belongings. You always said you wanted to be cremated, you didn't want people to remember you lying dull and cold in a coffin. It irked him, even when you seemed to be joking.

It felt surreal. People patting his shoulder, hugging him, saying 'She'll be watching over you', 'she'll live in our hearts.'

He was, but he wasn't there. The chattering floated in the air like a cloud. Heaving, he locked himself in the restroom. He ran his hands down his face and dragged in a sharp breath. Eyes red and glossy, his hands fumbling. He wanted everyone to leave, he wanted to be alone, he didn't want more embraces or condolences.

He wanted you.

That night, upon arriving to his place, your place, the appartment you bought in Trost after getting married, he slammed the door shut behind his back, then slid the latch locked.

He placed the urn on the table and urged to turn the fireplace on, stoking the firewood until it set ablaze.

Wriggling off, his clothes fell to the floor, pooling at his feet. Everything. The tie, the jacket, the white button up shirt, his pants, and briefs, shoes and socks burned in the chimney.

The flames danced in his pupils, staring from his state of emptiness, where he sheltered whenever death haunted him.

His tears vanished with the water, trickling down on his body. He stood there, under the shower, drowning his sobs. The bottle of lavender shampoo, your shampoo, was still on the shelf, and Levi fought the urge to bring it to his nose and inhale.

That would've been like adding salt and lemon to the wound.

He watched as a whirlpool formed around the sinkhole, and disappeared, taking with it his desire to continue living in a world without your smile.

Your room felt so empty, so dead. You were supposed to be here, giggling at his crappy jokes, teasing him, kissing him, loving him. He jammed his fingers in his hair, clenching his eyes shut.

He drew out an old t-shirt and a pair of briefs and slipped them on.

Bright hand painted tulips adorned the urn. He had picked the most colorful one because it reminded him of you. He slouched on the couch, the second bottle of wine half emptied on the coffee table.

"Great, Y/N. Thank you for dying and leaving me alone. You foolish brat, see, this is what you get for playing hero." His sandpapery voice chafing the air. Another swig slammed down his throat. "Don't take it personal, I'm just mad and hurt and lost. What am I supposed to do now, uh? You should have left some instructions."

His eyes stung, his tight grip threatened to break the mug. Wisely, he'd picked the wooden one.

A knock on the door startled him. He dragged himself to the entrance, and took a look through the peephole. The hall was deserted.

He clicked his tongue and turned around, and there it was. A white envelop lying on the wooden floor. He fetched it and his eyes went wide when he read the sender.

Panic surged through his joints, hands quivering as he teared it open. Levi, my sweet darling. Tears fell on the letter, blotching the ink.

Shit!

He wiped his tears with the sleeve.

His heart was thrashing between his chest and back. He leaned against the door, trying to keep his balance, because his legs were on the brink to surrender, and let himself slip to the floor.

Violent puffs of air brushed past his dried lips. He ran a hand through his hair, closed the eyes. What the fuck?

Levi shook his head and unfolded the letter. It was your handwriting, fat and neat.

*

Levi, my sweet darling,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. If you're reading this it's because, you know, shit I can't even write it down. But I just did what I promised I'd never do: breaking your heart. And I won't ever forgive myself for that.

My love, my heart, my handsome (and humanity's hottest booty) I don't know when my moment will come, and hopefully this letter never reaches your hands, but I have to do this. I have to say goodbye to you properly because I don't know if I'll be lucky to take my last breath in your arms. Though it'd be selfish to you. However, I prefer that than dying alone and scared.

The day before yesterday, I was, as most of the soldiers embarking on their first expedition, a foolish, fearless dreamer who believes they're invincible.

Today, I'm writing this in the infirmary. A dislocated shoulder. I consider myself a lucky one. Levi, I'm fortunate to be back in your arms. I'm grateful to life or fate or whatever force controlling us for granting me another chance to be with you. To hug you, to kiss you, to make love to you (because my honeybun, we were molded for each other)

This is the life I chose and I'm well aware of the consequences. After my first expedition, after facing death and dodge her, I realized how vulnerable we are. At any moment she can't swaddle her veil on us.

Right now, you're here asleep by my side. You should see how adorable you look when you're relaxed, when you take a rest from being humanity's strongest soldier. Just you, Levi. I never thought you'd turn out this clingy. It seems you only fall asleep when I'm with you. (I'm not the slighliest sorry for bragging), but after we got married, your sleeping habits improved, and I'm proud of you.

Do you remember the day you propose? The sun lit up the tulip fields, you so handsome in that suit, and Levi, the ring. I bet you spent at least three paychecks on it. Now I understand why you scrimped on tea back then. It was all formality, you and I know I would've said yes one and a million times. You were so nervous, your hands trembled, but your voice didn't crack.

Then you kissed me, tender and passionate, too drunk in bliss and love we scramble onto the ground. You cursed because you got your suit dirty, and I laughed until it hurt.

It was the sweetest and most romantic dream in the world.

Levi, (I love writing your name as much as I like saying it) again, I'm painfully sorry I died. (Damn, that was hard.) I know you know that already. High chances are you're weeping on the floor, drinking all the wine left at home. You'd better be drinking from a wooden mug rather than a glass. I don't want shards dug in your palm.

Did I have a good ending Levi? Was I brave or did I pee in my pants? Did I do something heroic? If it was embarrassing, please make up a good story.

Levi, I loved you, every single day. From thew moment I first met you I knew it, I knew you and I were meant to be together. I knew you were to become my husband, Levi Ackerman. (Though, I didn't know you were an Ackerman back then)

I don't know for how long we'll be together in the world of living things. I hope that if you ever receive this letter, it'd be when you're hair turns white, and you have wrinkles on your face and thew house is full of grandchildren making noise and getting on your nerves.

But I don't control the strings of destiny.

You've been through a lot, Levi, and I don't understand how life can be so cruel with the most sensitive heart. Yet I have one favor to ask you. Please don't let me be another tragedy. Please, let me be the best thing that ever happened to you. I want to be that. Our time was wonderful and magical, full of laugh and love. YOU are the best thing that ever happened to me.

And Levi, please, cry. Cry until there's no more tears left to shed, until it hurts and your eyes are red and swollen. Do it. Weep and sulk. Then, wipe off the tears and stand up, straighten your back and keep fighting. Keep fighting for you and I. I want the world to share you. Let them. You're too good to waste and they are lucky to have you. Kids look up to you, and people respect you. They put their faith in you. They say great strength comes with great responsibility, ore something like that.

You, my sweetheart, my well loved, my little brave soldier, deserve to be happy. To be full of joy. Open that tea shop you dream of. Take care of you. (Eat well. Don't forget I'll be watching you) That's what I want for you, my sweet pie.

As for me, do whatever you please. Use my ashes to plant a tree or toss them to the sea if you ever get to see it. Or just keep them in our living room. I'll always live in your heart, and it feels a nice place to be.

I loved you, I love you, I'll love you.

I was the luckiest person in the world because I had you, because I was your wife.

Thank you for our life together, the beautiful moments.

I'll see you someday. (Please, not to soon.) Meet me beneath our constellation, my beautiful husband.

Y/N

Sobbing, sniffing, Levi laid there, pathetically, the letter pressed, and crumpling against his chest. Fuck, you thought of everything, even after death. But you were asking for too much. It'd take a long time to staple his heart back together.

Joy? Dreams? He only needed you. They just wrenched you away from him, how will he ever recover?

His lower lip wobble. Stay with me.

His breathing is shallow, his chest is being smashed in an iron press. His leaden eyelids eventually shut down, and the fleeting smell of incense enfolded him.

At least, let me see you in dreams.

[queer-full-of-fear-18]

So episode 9 ripped me to shreds...let's unpack this rollercoaster...

First off, YiDiao Nation how are we doing? Bc I'm 50% dying and 50% living like...can Nat just fight in every show he so good??? I am rooting so hard for Diao this whole show and the way he conveys his anger, disappointment, worry, anxieties, sarcasm is just ?!?! *chefs kiss* 😤

I was screaming at the top of my lungs for the entire dinner scene like YES KING TEAR THIS MF APPART🤪

On a lil side note...how we feel about Diao's parents? Bc currently I'm so on the fence about it... also does this mean Diao DOES remember this "terrible thing" that happened? I need answers just like Diao needs em from Yi. The kitchen scene was short with little dialogue but it conveyed so much Nat's body language for Diao is absolutely spit on and is a different Diao from the start of the series (yes character progression) and Max's delivery of Max stuttering was the cherry on top. The dog scene had me confused like, Yi you think getting him a dog is gonna fix all your problems??? But maybe itvhas smth to do with this accident from the preview, well have to see...

On to KueaLian...listen...what the fuck. It was 90% the absolute cutes most wholesome shit I've even witnessed. I was so happy parts 1-2 and I was like "I'm sure noting could possibly happen even if its ep9" (*note absolute sarcasm) and of course it happend...*sigh*... But I'll get to that, first:

They have me in a choke hold - they chemistry is insane both in physical displays and just plain old romantic/platonic shit. The way Zee delivers Lian's bomb ass love confessions left and right just absolutely sell the idea that Lian absolutely adores Kuea through and through and shit this man is smooth AF I was squealing like a mF through out all their scenes their so fuckibg cute immmmm- 😭😭😭

The bath scene was so adorable and made me tear up with the discussion...too real man. 🤧😭

Side note Foei is amazing and Poppy breathes so much life into his chacter with legit just his facial expressions, I can't help but smile every time hes on screen. King shit👑

And then it all crashes down into a million pieces by something that's been foreshoadown for like the past 3 episodes; this whole thing with the lands and owner ships of Kuea's family fortune? (I dont think I understand it that well tbh)

Now on the one hand, I'm pissed that this happened bc Lian had been set up to do the proper thing and explain all of this to Kuea, bc there is no way in gay hell this wasn't done for him IMPOSSIBLE and then they said - "oops no he finds the papers" just on Lian's desk???"

Your telling me this man has hidden the fact he has low key high key stalked Kuea and all that jazz and he just leaves for smth tells Kuea to go to his office and leaves those there??? Mf are u stupid???

This is all gonna be a misunderstanding™ and I honest to god hate those bc its all just frustrating as hell...bc it even looks like his mom is aware of all this jumbo like...*bangs head against wall* 😫

On the other hand, by very little I'll add, this might be some good Kuea development in both bad and good. By the preview hes going to jump assumptions and think that Lian is using him for his money or some shit like that, which feeds into is insecurities yes very on brand and he's then gonna realize that he hurt Lian's feeling by thinking he would do such a thing or smth they kiss happy ending (can you tell I'm dreading his whole thing)💀💀💀

BUT I've decided to remain optimistic about it, 1) bc I'm invested anywyad but mainly 2) bc I'm hoping this gets resolved as quickly as the whole Kilen drama (relatively)

Please for the love of gay Jesus I just want them to be in a happy loving healthy communicating relationship is that too much to ask?? I already gotta deal with YiDiao's messy family drama 😭

Finishing off on a lighter note...SynNuer y'all Y E S ALL OF IT YESS. While their whole scene was short I'm really happy it was there. The whole football bit was hilarious gotta love the 3 lil Shit™ energy so fun and annoying in the best way possible. Nuer is a friend now and it seems both him and later on Syn realise shit is up with Kuea - straight up communicating through their gazes just AH they are so AH (Syn looking at shirtless Nuer okay👀👀👀) they just have such nice energy around then as a pairing I'm hoping they get some development even if were nearing the end...partially BC imma need a pallet cleanser if I gotta deal with YiDiao and KueaLian's shit next episode god dam...

[zmayadw]

🎄☃️ Duskwood Christmas Special Oneshot ☃️🎄

'Tis The Season To Be Jolly...Right?

A/N: Hello my lovlies! 😊 As it is the day of Christmas Eve, and I'm gonna be pretty occupied later, I don't think it is too early for me to leave my little Christmas present for you all ☺🎄 I hope you will like it, and I wish you all to have a wonderful day/evening/night! 💚💞🎄

Characters : Jake x Fem!Mc

Words : 2479k

Genre : Well, Christmassy ❄🎄☃️🤭

SUMMARY : With her favorite holiday approaching, Mc was really excited about Jake's and hers first Christmas together. And what possibly could go wrong. After all, 'tis the season to be jolly, right?

December 15th.

That is the date when Christmas time begins for Mc. It was like that since she could remember and she had her mom to thank for that. Her mom loves Christmas , and because of her it was Mc's favorite holiday, too. And who wouldn't love it?

The smell of cinnamon, ginger and vanilla spreading into every corner of their house, the chaos in their kitchen from the flour wars her mom and her would have when baking cookies together, dancing and singing in between to a Christmas songs playing from a little radio. Then eating half of them, because, you know, you have to try if they are good. Then baking some more.

The evening walks through town, Christmas decorations hanging on every shop window, stand and lamp posts, turning their little town into a fairytale place. Ice skating in the open, with a thousand stars flickering above them as if sharing every laugh with them, and the sweet taste of hot chocolate for the end of an amazing evening.

The excitement of picking a perfect tree together, its branches coming to life with every colorful decoration placed on it at Christmas Eve. Her dad with a Santa hat sitting on the floor, struggling with the lights for the tree that no matter how carefully you put away each year, end up in one big ball of tangled mess.

Those were her favorite memories, the ones that always warmed her heart.

And this year's December 15th is suppose to be a start of something very special. This year it was Jake's and hers first Christmas together, and she was so excited for some new wonderful memories to be made with him.

But what she was most excited about was that Jake will finally, after so manny lonely years, spend Christmas surrounded with friends and family, without a worry on his mind.

But life, as usual, had different plans for her.

For the last month and a half, her job was taking most of her energy and free time, that not even her favorite time of the year could cheer her up enough.

Working overtime left her with so little time for all that she hoped Jake and her would do, and the chronic lack of sleep resulted in more than half of her Christmas cookies ending up burned and in trash. Jake tried to be supportive and help her, but that seem to annoy her even more.

So on the day of Christmas Eve, somewhere around three in the afternoon, when she finally dragged herself through the appartment doors with hands full of last minute shopping bags, she wasn't jolly at all, just utterly exhausted.

🎄

„Hey, love.“ Jake cheerfully greets her as she throws herself on the couch, but his cheerfulness quickly disappear seeing her tired face.

„Hey, babe.“ she replies with a weak smile.

His heart squeeze seeing her like that. There was no trace of cheerful Christmas spirit on her face, and the dark circles under her eyes were starting to look much like the ones he used to have after many days of no sleep.

He knew how much she was looking forward to this, and he knew that no matter what he might say to her now won't do any good. But he had to at least try and convince her to go get some rest before she crashes completely.

He walks to the couch and sits down next to her. „That's some serious shopping you did there.“ he say teasingly trying to lighten up her mood a little with it.

She groans „Ugh, thank god its over. Next year, I'm definitely buying all the presents online.“

„Aww, it was that bad?“ he put his arm around her and pull her closer to him.

She leans her head on his shoulder and sighs „You have no idea.“

„Hmm, how about you go and rest for a while, just for an hour or so?“ he says although he knew what kind of an answer he was probably going to get.

„Huh, yeah, right, like I have time to rest. There is so much still to be done.“

„I know, I know, and we will do it all, together. But, Mc, you really need to rest first, you are exhausted, you're gonna crash and burn if you continue like this.“

„Nonsence, I'm fine.“ she says and starts to get up. „I just need a shower and some coffee, and I'll be fine.“

It was his time to sigh now „You are not fine. Mc, please..“

But she didn't let him finish. „Babe, stop worrying, I'm fine, really. And if you want to start with helping me, then put some coffee on while I'm showering.“ She gives him a quick peck on his cheek then turns and leave the room.

That went well he thinks to himself, but anyway, he didn't have much hope in his success to convince her to rest. He knew very well how stubborn she is, so with one more heavy sigh, he gets up and walk to the kitchen to put some coffee on.

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Jake sits back on the couch thinking what else could he do. He placed the tree at the spot Mc suggested for it yesterday, he brought all the boxes with decorations, and coffee was done. Well, coffee was done ages ago. He checks his phone. Forty five minutes passed since Mc went for the shower, so he decides to go chek up on her.

He walks to the bedroom and push the doors open. „Mc, is everything al..“ but he stops himself as he looks to the bed. With a smile he tiptoes to it and pulls a blanket over her, gently kiss her cheek then tiptoes out of the room, closing the doors behind him as silently as possible.

Still smiling, he goes back to the room and sits on the couch, leans back and close his eyes. He didn't care if she actually listened to him or the exhaustion took over her, he was just glad she was finally resting.

But then it hits him – Mc is resting. She is resting!

Panicky, he jumps up from the couch and starts pacing nervously around. What is he suppose to do now? Ok, the tree needs to be decorated, he can do that, no worries. Some presents still need to be wrapped, thats doable, too. But what about the cookies that she still wanted to do today? He had no clue what or how to do that.

„Ok, ok, relax Jake, and think.“ he mumbles to himself. „How hard can it be?“ But after forty minutes of recipe searching and reading on the internet, he desperately threw his phone on the table.

He was a hacker, not a baker, and those recipes were like an unbreakable code to him. But he wasn't going to give up just yet. He was determined to do everything in his power to make sure that Mc gets her amazing Christmas she deserves. Although, he wasn't so sure about the 'amazing' part.

And he was definitely going to need some help with it. But who could he ask for help on Christmas Eve? After a minutes thought, he grabs his phone from the table and makes a call.

- Hello, Cleo.

- Oh, hey Jake.

How are you?

- Not so good, actually.

- Uh-oh.

What's wrong? Is Mc all right?

- Yes, she is fine. Well, kinda. Look, I know it's Christmas Eve, and I'm sure you are bussy, but I could really use your help.

- But, ofcourse, I'm happy to help!

- Thank you, Cleo, I really appreciate it.

- No need to thank me, really. Now tell me, how can I help?

🎄

Her eyes open to complete darkness. „Ah, crap!“ she groans grabbing her phone. 8.44 pm. „Ahhh, double crap!“ She turns on the lamp next to bed and jumps out of it, hastily going to the closet. She couldn't believe she slept for five hours. No, correction, she couldn't believe Jake LET her sleep for five hours! Ok, she clearly was tired and needed some rest, but still.

Throwing a shirt over her head she groans internaly making a mental note of all the things that still need to be done – the tree decorating, presents wrapping, dinner making, cookies baking... Uff, why didn't he wake her?!

Dressed, she rush to the bathroom and grabs a headband for her hair, but the moment she steps back into the bedroom, a familiar scent stops her in the spot. She inhales deeply, the memories of past Christmas rushing to her mind as the sweet smell of vanilla and cinnamon fill her nostrils.

Confused, she leaves the bedroom, the sweet scent becoming stronger with her every step closer to the living room. The melody from one of her favorite Christmas song reach her ears when she came to the doors, and slowly pushing them open, all she could do is stare.

The whole room looked...well, Christmasy: there were garlands hanging everywhere, with colorful jingle bells and candy canes placed on them at just the right spots; the snowflakes and snowmen made with canned snow greeted her from the window panes, the soft white light from the street lamps outside giving them a silvery shine; the amazing sweet pine smell of the Christmas tree, its branches decorated beautifully, with her favorite angel decoration smiling at her from the top.

And then there was Jake, sitting in front of the tree, expertly untangling the lights for it, and she could swear he was humming along the melody of the Christmas song playing from his laptop.

Finally noticing her standing at the doors, he quickly stand up and smile. „Surpriseeeeee!“

„You.. did all this?“ she asks taking a step into the room, her gaze lingering on the kitchen.

He makes a nervous step towards her, tripping over the lights. „I know, I know, I'm sorry. Kitchen is a mess, I'll deal with it later, I promise, but I wanted to do as much as possible before you wake up. You were looking forward to this for so long. And then your job messed up everyting, and you became sad and cranky and I hated seeing you like that. And I didn't want to wake you because you really needed to rest. But I knew you would be even more sad and angry when you wake up knowing so much still needs to be done, so I wanted to do something.“

His phone alarm sounds and he hurries to the owen to get the last batch of cookies out, but still continues to talk. „I'm sorry, Mc, I know this was not how you immagined Christmas Eve for sure, but...ouch, hot, hot... but, I really tried.“ With cookies safely out he turns and walks towards her. „And I'm sorry for all this me..“

But the moment he was close enough, she throws herself at him embracing him tight interrupting his little monolog. „Thank you.“ she says tightening her embrace „Thank you so, so much.“

„Uhm, so like, you're not mad at me?“ he asks surprised with her reaction.

„Mad at you?“ she asks releasing him from a hug to look at him. „Jake, this is the most sweet and wonderful thing anyone ever did for me, how on earth can you think I could be mad? I mean, look at this place! You decorated the whole place and the tree, and it looks absolutely amazing and beautiful!“

„You think it looks beautiful?“ he grins proudly at her.

„Ofcourse I do!“ she smiles at him then points to the kitchen „And this? I don't care about the mess. I just can't believe you actually made cookies!“

„To be honest, if I hadn't had help with that, I think I would be forced to go with plan B.“ he says relieved.

„Do I even want to know what plan B was suppose to be?“ she asks raising her eyebrow.

He grins „Lets just say I'm glad I didn't had to use it. I doubt that the Christmas in jail is...merry in any way.“

She laughs „Then I'm very happy you didn't had to use it, too. Hmh, and maybe we should make sure your little cookie helper gets some extra thanks for it.“

He grins again „Waaaay ahead of you. I already ordered something special for her online. It will arrive after Christmas, but when she see what it is, I don't think she will mind that at all.“

She smiles and shakes her head „ You really are something special. I don't know what I did to deserve you, and I definitely don't know how I can thank you enough for everything that you did.“

„You don't need to thank me, angel, really.“ he says, lifting his arm to gently caress her cheek. „You have done so much for me and you always take wonderful care of me, so now I finally got a chance to do something special for you. And to see you now happy and smiling again..nothing can surpass that.“

Feeling her eyes swelling with tears, she quickly hugs him again hiding her face in his chest „I love you so much.“

He wraps his hands tight around her „Love you too, angel.“

A few minutes later, when she finally let go of him he smiles warm at her „So, how about we make some hot chocolate and put those lights on the tree?“

With a sniffle she smiles back at him „I think that's a great idea.“

🎄

After some more untangling, and the twinkling lights finally placed on the tree, Jake throws himself on the couch. „Perfect!“ she exclimes cheerful and sits next to him handing him a cup with hot chocholate. „Perfect indeed.“ he says with a yawn and leans back on the couch, lifting his feet up on a small table in front of it. She was still overwhelmed, looking around the room, how Jake did all of this for her. This evening will definitely be one of her fondest Christmas memories.

Her gaze stop on the window. „Jake, look, It's snowing!“ But there was no response, so she turns to look at him and smile softly. Carefully, she take his cup and set both on the table then slowly gets up. Grabbing the blanket from the armchair she sits back and covers them both.

She place a soft kiss on his cheek then rest her head on his shoulder, turning her gaze back to the calming flutter of the snowflakes outside, her eyes becoming heavier, and with a soft tune of Bing Crosby's 'White Christmas' she, too, slowly drift to sleep.

❄ 🎶 I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white 🎶 ❄