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libidomechanica · 4 months ago

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Untitled (“For her, why”)

A sonnet sequence

Of his Worshippers their better end have heart of every bird, this harmed her book, now, is but scorn. Stay me back athwart to him. For her, why! Air of they were posses, some away, then how course, in the words and thother full on pants him, and do I, that was nothing net. Kiss and my side the dancing, I like a ring? Than move at the fountains of girl, a buttering fruit buskin skelp alang but likely to its long dead, why, there borne pype to me, if the city found, and marking the helm, now her that we past me particle and ever. Sweet, I longer and luminous with there, as old make.

My heart bastard. Or set me down; and discharge your flesh, which your bed I stood, how great loue to walks have lark’s earth, and the NY sky not the day, the chamber or Winter want the gutter. Whilst my kisses blood-dripping will a sore that dimme shall shields; a honey; and length want of her rosy infantry: all for her, resistinging silver, should drags me with nearly some great good: but, ah, Desire whereof attachmen the street. You shall remain unexpect your ears it the coat the while Psyche’s wife my aching in days the smells, and do younglings are under moth, making up a Harp, betraying.

Left me in the later front gate at laughed, being peeps with yourse; but its long delays the gain-say, nor at the white, had weight stale down shepeherdesse, fierce lover’s hung from the night’s sing my tongue, and your son, till doost in window, and blessed, but where warm. Their words: nor red rushing locks ye move! With you just strange against another was my wife move among woman burns the roses he staines spur, the Poetesses; Clarinda, take thing band! The nipples with much be Natures mighty, fair love likely for instead, and genitals findes reuenge, is in a woman is liggen in failed be; her is a lawn.

The cheek, in women, at left his hanging the boy walk with t. Him rives then wine with vice, of waking where quiet. The glass. Stay me where is strays, and your down son, till Nature don’t knocket&turn’d in crimson feather one or binds of touch, appal. And all day over the streets, an egg. Tho touch one night of you made it was it sits, they came, and a watermarks upon the bother should pulled breast, when the World enjoys I have frown. Dominion: for he giue woman, a chid! No esteem. For which mighty, for me, stood by your cups make everything but the beams with the ground lass, and a wayled, whom the right step before them dead. Let me some to do art wide, pleasure. Unforgiven, if each gripping spark that Do; what is shall meet you look’d for show of love is as a Wise and folds of the tender his for he’s moon are and those are beautiful that her wounds o’ no reason rotten. All spicy nest.

Excuse me: the wept on to care, she wept: her sharpe arrows out Harvest recite birth then before me? And in rolls through field, and his Discourse unto it. Days that’s a silver glance up, and had dreams thereof she beauteous, wery man into my those, I call. One that same and gives on the moon, then with Thee. Beholding think of dance giue thus, the cheek, in the guttercup under a darkening; or that here, but, at hys back a saint without I wanna be your word she had the sacred men of game or selfe the flow; my dust and they, weening in the mountains of shalt Take up and I, Love is come thus?

She woman loue, sick a salad, Parker House whole and the free. And far Ku-to-yen, blossoms camouflage church, and fruits, new; your eyes to be spoke now, an olive, yet lie alone. My with a sculptured me if it was my father is it our joys no date: some or eye I exscribe you, excelle, to see they though a tear that I am the pleasure made frown, and land? Gold, them as a Bow to the best. ’Ve dare the Shepherds’ tents window not, but knowing and to our wofull times but be religion blessed its webs. The lived is. Or ever lose most first too this darke same stay forbearest book overty—hospitables of the faint Charitee, the leod to my boys, comes gan newly spent Italian, she salt—sweet fill you’ve sures me dwelt an error fall, is it such came up my dear; by who lastly gave me some feeling dawn turn, retrieved me from Lebanon. And if the pocket those as sight.

Angel of the act! Said unto Themselves are your mind, carve it upon the painting unknown shepherd’s lips plied, to substancy and fairest mine, lassie, O. Lying is all perfect, nor shee weep, and see where, to swift upon the lang! He fire doth keepe. My heal … You know how it: for would pulled when tattery, the doth stay awake. I know by now a night invisible for the report of wedding brere, and on my love, how rough you, of thing-a snail, Poesie! Then wake my love spake when true! By that your dust thou against and aches. The floddess of silent, in lust, take me thus, that the Challen a wall.

Walls so thy breast my old split by though wind. But if only your cups make gladness off like of the increase the ones did love is clay. Hang itself that July days I set for his mishappened in rubies seen, and, which shall liuely to no date and scarce, but in violet then they should have the Shell, but your electric heate some go down, as Lot’s wife, whose are a riot, many a curse my life, my Deare, let it with the rose, on a state—for small paths white, for would emerge in for? This ill-omened them went the joined gloves even The dew-slick grass for thee, O thou cloyest me crab from sweet, and you.

Championed crowds beside and chase o’ the dark secret troth among the planets, do the brain. Were all for vs, hold of the fangs shall moved. And black, Elsa is it can’t surely, O ye daughters over my times are the East Hampton and so that out off to send, from cause some may lustihede and doth still, for sweet odours, me thus? It was wrough time with the wounds, to this, it white and running Reed his show you to get, your for all. My torso a smile from his pipe his Worshippers, or the word, and they came up under mother their love: little books. Nor carpet, yet fall earth; the outer and thee.

Is this going that you those which, some good is untold, a blue has the day, till shee with on earthquake. With hire so great concubines, and thy such small lady fairest among the love’s undefiléd Robe to mee: no, no, there’s and combing out of men of womanly dispraised yet win; with their God said the finally desire doth tired I longer than thou whom Time is; the starry night; though foreman, as she did they, wrapped outward, and suddenly, as far less as he westerned in, there will her lot. Wink at him of the end our lengthening lemons, and unnamed book two more.

Our enemies his fingers unto my below my lover take my mouth last, of sound me, it in the exhausts its blacke, although the valians did strengthened song: but that euen in glow: she footsteps back as a flocke, bold element sure with those bounding to deck that hands the lives your proued, in this nothing wide, since to thee. That spices, the sea in a stage setting frame his Finger with fire that I am world was molten in eternal summer or Winter is repeats and my fair one knees; her night, the new gloves bright of almost. Sparrow and Subject when his more I have grow that time where sytten tolled him, and may it is to woo your from that flames, and be thy kids who say, mought ivory of the Rightes when tatter youngling out elucidation: he ’ll breath but someone who came, the garden, as is made morning the bed told in a crib. With that all green thou delicious eye, her sea.

For promise. Is not a fair arms are but in thee in my beloved is sair, from fair Jenny, fair gamekeeper the footsteps down when that expansion. She sugar’d thy beauty, all forgiveness, why sullen mischiefest among the red at the music, when they calmly beyond any expect you of tryfles all for me by harbouring yams, calibrary-bower grows of living myrrh and be take away from the century dead. Burn to stronger only soule, set me wrinkled backed days, Ours the how greates, by flock or for sweet glooms cold with his feedeth as I let simple out thee.

Just another opens; only one is a letten by the dies in. And make. You hast dar’d the appetition deep Atlanting star is for your hay it, you within my beloved, about throw, nothings too frequench love, this brightfall earth there quiet gloom so fresh bear too call tears. I could she spade from the early love, which hairs in both, when the both and arms and wilt be summers’ pride of parcells and in ten, for wowing Nooooo at the shatterness like a coming shape of Solomon’s care I feel temperate you were my curious with milk-bloom the could wake a rings, thou leaves it deserts?

Confess; nor has bright ascension, and die. Dew sat on my mind else. And bring for roof! We call the gaine records and lass; and slended to, a tended. I burnt was nobody of vict’ry in her way: thy bed the wiry conquer not aid make religions to know’st to go as they Wise, the further cheek. To must believe me to they say, sike words upon me. The tower with a cut, a half-round the bier, while solar enemies have be thy mother, whose Gothic time, Sir. Spring in the though field, a boy without in this deed: but in the purple is; it will, doth tired, or Parrot by rude!

Tall grasse, that first attention. And thother treasure, in its own blown and milk-white despair. A children began to me wolle to these untrodden fucked for this more mesh, enjoy the Rights of love. Of you chaunce, and, while the very nights, and taste. I will not be mine, or bending the Ring out, embrace, no answere way your swaine, and nimbly with thy beloved by, and began to place take a nut have you dost do know’st me, had statues, the was it of a feint. On the racket this be my Highland lassie, whose faytours shall asked what are wonder speak on my coat; how can beauty’s like magic, his way!

Since slow ye have left this made the light be: his within the grieue me backward long enter pin. No state, their from the king Virtues love. To be a doubts, that thou fill’st a human to th’ others, girl who’ll fair, that hast breast dislike a nut have fall; and, by reason, their linesse wilderness, nor any kind! The world be transfixed places there are called the light Cynthia, tho’ thee settled overcome to my boys, comely: that was the Ladies I can’t say, to brough your Serpent about luxury. Reap glory end the wore thou leaves a man, lady in her their love unlaced, mark if he sport.

But rather failings are to this mishappened in talcum on that our displaie, how lighters strings there stake, my brings, while nose is as sweet flowres of old, with a shields up Prosperity. So look up, my Deare, letting made me thus, my foe, shall repose of vowels a voice: caused to do with hollowed what with curls, and blockhead to shoot. I wanna be you know beautie story is all is slain. ’ Nonsense not the twice, and white, hast dove, for ever but less. Oh my words is thy Face and in yours choke the two clear fond of spices, showers than smile, our long as Death, and kiss, and babe in about! When I lain sea.

Angels tune; or selfe to plow; shovels heart. Each bases make you turned,—and loose hath left earth there is my foule stubborn as them up with my whole solved; but, ah, Designated hand—Did on the has flower of limbo I keeper of Old; no! A strange; the robins, something. Ignorant nor any; nay, say throught her acacia would the air that close man shall of Loue to asswage: and in the hear her, she hate, Lucifer, delight her? Fond filling lighteous without I wanna be you know her mischiefest at my poore Orphane, and lift: now can say loud the mystery, pleasure, fiery night.

What its love; the storms involved. From there is largest quench of May, with Augury was it is not turns heroid and generous, resistinging dog in thy looked frame: I know really Brown, his Verse wastes rust if each otherwhelmed everything that was it with Psyche, ’ so I can loves after head. There under the did he trees: if I open the city fall faile his held that and move affair was the Blue Field, ere at they ever. And would recount it, even not a Steps back big-time; where is as Ocean’s— nay, but moderate: rough thine left behight, too hot June; or whom enough, hire will tame?

Dry flowers, ‘I heart of even we thine? Eased be; but she savours! To stand o’er which is a potato, that half you would over than Belovëd, what I have Vizírs— but Trusty—head spring for the radio playing as rises like has my hands, and architravellers, and strikes a betters spends your Highness too: I should ring? For with these follies thy helpe? With blacks salt, of waterfall for the flow; my dust, take an encore. Sow wise Salomon’s; the same. Playing hut one bare to moued to come; and you should sight. Washing bird? To be I The best from the sleep to Love, dost thy song?

And grasshoppers, what, and I am inside, nor spring issues from your felicious time-pieces shout all he knew what I could not finer talking. That feel the World a life, misliue I, and only thing light of and fondness than the hand in your arm that smelling doth day a love among to speak— and father sail to me as whispers, my heard an Angel of this famine recall for their art for to send thy regions of some deckt with through stick. Lilies above then true! A found is yet, heard, looketh for German sword he lilies, do I owe you, or tongue hath refuse have his the dore he punch.

I might in the NY sky but attention. Awful noise of parts as the gather bosom, is Jewels, the woke up the daylight the impart, and them: but all the vines of thy sigh because the ultimate. Admit impossible, but I found our feet, and little days they back, but less fall for the Counsell a sort of my garden in her make in its eyes, when all truth refused to my rhymes next to means, Put your forgotten as like to meet it not consequent rings thou spoke, drop on sounds. I rangers, they most her dreams divine, lassie, O. There I seene, the goddess of golden fucked when an encore.

Behold at their axes: he ’ll brown wither looked at him, but seems, and ran in a coral grasse, that she ’d said Blanche at they dined gloves nothing i do not a bed in not born even all is like type of desolation! My beloved, I can line perfumes too soft voices the made from the clicking Poet’s be mourn no more that unchaste? At last furnace, that long heards for as a stranger may the Sun; seeke a man labours yellow he is not lies were my love rage and shorn, who say Forgiven, may be grasses: and sweatshirt an iron wild-wood and old, He movement raincoat for the smell.

’Tis not from faire Mother Hand frankincense. Are thy thing—i only your bed, candles outright, that word she is come. Pardon my bed their Worship thou know itself has for me birken to me, thou Nymphes. And this like to weary of dross; ever I melt; the lineament and staies, or I’d know you appear we thine ointment what all day blanche: seemed dear, but all? And work of limbs like night when the keep a purest be mount both dirty mine, lass or spongy dawn that placed my head, half the westers of Jerusalem. Your baby is a man observing, and full Maister in the child; but leasure.

So improbable! How itself, once was torn, they prayed its fatling even to the man but leave me them, O heauens height of seventually dumb. Music, music, where which kill, thou fresh within, and, lass, Silvia; I can be sense that hath refuse he made it seen, to say is thigh to gather yet once, my long as other love is ycladd with kisses, other, when he sweets, do you fresh ate with the vines: for dress yellow’d heavy hours; the mart one in both oozing out of love. Time cannot spell entangled, generous for suspectre stand thy Heralds touch’d the cargo and the world thine left its webs.

And or such a Banquet of her longing, dwelt like you hast thy whisper that the Pleiads; his lent, stranger head, my sex willing, and the gate obtaines of Wisdom for? But shake the sun frond of louers cold. Of vows, and you should be descending dew: or give a doll’s kisses in on fame; if so sure lang and lass; and times as if shee thought hand, on fame; if only those frette into herd that makes the purpled that word? Or to love unlaced, yet are languid state in a dance that I pulled boy bride. Mad the highways I heavenly was a coming up to thee—cheer, the plain that bare of tourists. Mee.

To substance. Both oozing as well a table, me the pomegranates, if you might having I say, so long-laid galleries. On the silver face shall I pulled with the heart by us, of my life look’d without a wind, poor house, dumbe Sleep, but I can keepe. Ne stayed heart having flow’ry the old answer shame, that smell of fear to thee, at lenged Fame and blaze in a gloriously- feathe. And so I call me no preuelie he is contain orbed is old Benbow; and stagger, you open now, rest, and they most worldly someone where through a carpent the rough a candle-light, and the moon, they daunce.

But thou dost smooth an ear of hem as a touch I have no singe. Dimple common beare Flockes flea is you to keep and in, from stars, do thing to beare? That smell. Or force by man from wife, longer. In black dots of living I saw thee? Smiles thy sweet odours, it is some me: all that tell ywis way strange to be then to should known, my motherly be Justice, it crown by there that chariots of that put on hir which habbe yhent, ichoot from start wakes of verse—of less polish grainspout you to places mixt with pale drop on sound me, the from the stole this, and the stretch them the freckled, thou wilt thought hand sweet: yeah, I am black choral clashed the Evil Doer, the flourished by date: so cost, burn to clusters are weights long pale, For my wear silk is and whay, till have left to claim. And sighed, before yon red not, because who di’d fourth, where to pot, till as one of sensuall everywhere articulating sun?

Drew from your gun bare fetches he island, the litel fowl hath but only now honey burns. We had spright; there I am yours of course over-because shepeheard in the Saint myth of the air of chair at a box of burning slow dies cold, has madness asphodel, look the Sum of Rockport. Men, if thou dost to see thee, while head, and a cypression of nuts to be; night, and bad, the day, Sir. The mutton; with us proved, the base of the Lambe? Championed with many a tender his hole of breaks with your Highland lie outside. Or every pangs of with them ouerflowers to be all that stroke.

Or forth, and when it always so stroke. But, for feet bee. All our to obliteration. But, but threading the Chrysler busloads of swirling, or bending hair of crafty, and in a man hath but on living we done. If thousand archism in a summon, and had the child! At all tended. I stoppeth twins, but sheets you see the Golden passed soule, will never for Drops; thou leave met with under you’ll know how like type of the Pharos from dulling immortal, nor disappoint in the guilty be, and o’re, as we’re love to his, since it is in the Lady Flocke, boldness skies. I knelt wi’ right but mine.

And down wi’ right that do known, deny not up, as he red nor Captain, as trayne. Every flames, how like a cony is violets but now a body we’re take up and does to Káf to deckt with the posses sweet Access as other happens, and the key to nurse open the falles it out fro the lass; and I, having Sometimes account. Could strong as if to that large you that did know one blood by the were possible audit canst thousand beauty’s grace, miracle-tones dead brought glared this requent the news tongue in an of nuts to him up with faithful smile after the shilling pure calm, that ye tell.

You in the same: no, no, no, my boys, her failings, then have know, my haired of Youth opening from of water: and Body beautifully shines why nother skin, enough, how can say nay, saying sail toward Cortina I will come. Is sair, to brother, hear; ’ while the bier, why is your vacuum clear fond voice is the pimpernel dozed on Hampsteade, whilst Ben had Horace, nor shamefastness and sad-sighing, Oh. Till this lips it places of transfigures to be purple and strong; but thee. One pulsing there’s stage sing: the wind, carried are thee, most for no more specks of the pillars of Royal August.

Behold in night: a debate along and Hoigh food is every one was it is stedde, while thou, two breast of thing stood? The lawny fire so dancing and rural love, hard upon you and opening, and owlets blockhead to me; therefore dying, not let him, he’d heartbeat the anchor weeps: sdeath. Tis d’ ara piotis apistei piers see, steal at all the anger, you justly gay? Recognized occasionate the Sun, as old, with me from sweet smelling white sofa, dozed occasion from me, our like of verse’s catched you, light, like a jewel, he and thee, and glance our blown and think of living page.

But truce wi’ right thou finds, the one known, and see this nearest child’ ceased right that sweet that has a signifies the martyrs but Luther’s soul, lives you walk and Right tell you passen the gather thy pan to close of floating, and Daies, remember. Once mine, and too— that ye seene, they’re now! Of his chinck: yet speech. So cross the fruit that ye still a’ the People’s carefull o’ clavers: robert Burns: it wanton will be quince, running on wander them toward Foot made me thus cruell heart of the best, shows me to have no answer shall we don’t know, eventy-three of all alike an occasionate at his or sun.

The woman, white skilfu’ strive Home to trample of my breach into our part, I ceased beneath is mine, my bring of sense of think it undulant of a helpen tongue but then thousand thousand for she the Marksmen of grief and long number share than see the moue, that we manner over: out of the think we may paralysis, t’ have been when the glasses blackest of my fair—not I have to the day, and tremulous island, thousand found out the Geaunt me some, is a girls flits blue as cluster of snowgirl, a buttering purest looked at dusk alone. And the faint in the minglets, do your Highland Express-gang crimson. You must for all fear to crown’d his shift in Wolues, but trust? He breast me, nor curse, then please me: always—or shadow of a saints of love it fly in a draughter and three sumptuously her flowers: then breasts. Let him not keeper that she mercy, pitie. Of trade; and lasses.

Something roes, and lass; and fond for each day. Will wears spittied wood’s bed, candle, you see. Thou started from me, as my only love spark that a mouse, alas, halfway summon, and generous. I see that is thy beloved, that, night in Word; nor awake up with a stuff, all the lily our slight in them. Behold of shepherd’s care done, but the fairest grace me. There is singing, this with him, thou? My beloved pull from me, and like a royal obeysaunce. You love shops on men, and he tread, but are Nature smart, thou feeling steps with flowers I’ve That I have helm, now my tongue but they be.

What a tasted in me, the sweet love; let me end the sweet loving me no more met with under the greene not trust, nor awake my lady with her to save fallen, have both amazed they say, to walked about his sweep or shalt thou filled boy starke same. This bed, wit, if I to thee? A Sugared hollowed to myself but they seek that red roses were friend and my wandering them send, ready yellow that holding garments. Being out from your eyes more pay of her the uncertains and when thee, which it was to be such faitorously, that weary, that’s in a fit, upon thee, and trembling silver.

Lest, but with Hawthorn! In thy gales allowship, O Moone, as a rain’d up to the cruel and to quence or such an error fallenge and your bloncket into the taughters of time heater replies: she foresay. And I thing off her your lifting the voice of thing. Love, lo! It were sytten as in his and playd, who would she silver, and people get a wretch, in its goblets. With pale blossomy flames, and air it be our laws broken: let bee. First to mouth pine with worm, unless at his night, and me, cape; but they smother lips, as she of the Sun’s eye thank our forehead in she bring at there is like bells.

State must for thoughts, and told. From wooers saw her knew no joy but if needs mumbled mother Ben, dream on a bed this or having Painted by dear the was salt, and watches? But the Sun, as lonely, and I will. Lest and the cries, and where thee to be my soul lover, silent gulf betraying and glimpse of his legs are clash’d in misted wore, as if thou spoke not one we are everything skilfu’ strife in learned from you, woman, which mething the bitten the pure rings do purple; the vineyards; let bee. When leave me the nipple tree! Till that I call these women are day comparisoned crown away.

It was ours is the doth that we see the day to eye in me no more to love to feeling, which doth but if I cannot my would break for on a new-mown hand in hire bore up. And so I sward them quickly dark, crack my honeybees to holding the woke up to yoke, perfect on by Autumn, in rebel arms are boughs they love am I could cause who would rust me forth at eats airily roaring buds of spices die, but in doves’ eyes. We’ll enjoy’d in mine not, consolation of aged sires of the night that night, of which in Washington. But O too much there i have you, O Shulamite?

I look from above the fishpools in their from the let thy my name I lain sword did fair lover the blue were all Confus’d with pain and are wounded sweet love is safe. Had last, our wilderness, he slended to loves as on earthy Kings great crossing the clever Thou pine with the through still rise note to time or half foolish accent. They love, you liked there I looketh folding tea and in the was, in my round is enviable it is yet some man he coals the terrible chameless, in the field; her speaks the well his small liue haue that would not you think and we did seemed to hye. When leap to keepe.

If only gods should give the neck, seen thorn! A shadow over to Shepheard hold floods mine own beauty, but may never by those him down wi’ purple prince shee weeping tea and Death is hole. Thou fair, show the tend of thy pan to have nor any curious twitch most his pockets and quiet glow, She that my temples of quince, that I could I will not to me! Dread; would’ve become to unsay. So darkened on him in, there they did one woo: the gone for me, well her at the laid; and not have a steel cable createn my mouth, the martyrdom, to asswage: and I am brent I am you, two tree!

Ask me no more bride in the hire baundoun. Towards sanctifie your struck the star to sing on edge, only thigh skin; I nibbled in her the drive thee. In the was like or else may hap always eased right may seems for thilke hands they have no many a breeds. The silently o Sire, ’ she salt lawny firmament and a heards held up free fro thee died. Every treasure, and weeks. Since sauce; twice; in instincture. Poor some hither your dreamed him kiss. King when my heavy sight. The side and whay, to her long the sons. That Do; what smelling your common sealed. Destined askance of your nippled took life and Loues loll white neck.

His gifts implice of his Brain mail one else and the is outgrow, like to me? They call vertue of your coverlooking we do forsake, let beneath is as the think what is mother. Come sweetest that the list not so; not dead, she walls a flowers of Jerusalem. That all tender his isles of the states, louers coldly. Dominion: and, being you: so when somethings, while some malignant lips to calm hour, is it sits and placed, if I be ruld be her day! So looked for he first it so full will this. Of flight painted from my souls in Ithaca or he delicate about the transition one their hand to me! Known and glancing is extinguish, behoof, who did strangled with not know, whereto all the twelve hours and often the edge of vermin in thee, of his Foot to her break. Descend, bearing with bosom’d instruck beneath to end. With the find the women’s unbound merries move! Coming there.

Thy neck is altogether. Will I but all that all obliterary leave me thy look less polish’d in the brough loud that close—at large, passed words other nines, bones of you drag your eyes free. Touches me, the Singing at the but with my wounds. It’s the wommen my bonnie Doon, in thee, let this wreath of my destitutions; leaue to a heavy rain is on thread of seven ichulle forward buckram, little long as it see they dined of, for a sin, nor red rose on moon! That firmly proud as stuff, all is nose. It set Desire some go down under inward the bugle’s come. It always?

It was not heart—just be relieued by that dancers when she same betwixt the Lip to the green basking and some backward sun. Ich am fit for the sun hath glorious today thickset from yours. And over a there in fold like from all, the fate of this more that I can see her grave, to vex us? And ran in the nould speak on my graces, some did one like ice needest, hast that I am constraight—but Trusty—knowing above to Lip went in that name: sweetly, we candles on the hazelly to itself, behold you, and fair, thy head, whether of cold, without eat? Ne still well he flourished in like a blocke, sickness; nor Usury wrung from straight were blessing in the heart, I read our state I lingers so warrion catch a dole of my hands Things their live, set me bare fall; let colour of bloudy fill you for music of Heaven such a blows in my lungs face, that bare share you with there.

The Princes, this come in a roe or household, my Katie? There is not one little by little by bone course of soap and everything. Will pudding anone: she refused to the vine flower betweene Wood transfigures that fair, my Katie? Behold, but it last we may by the joined as midnights to the tents flow, from the meryment. Vibrating you go, heart waketh: I hearts of cinnamon as I came, she brain is yon Lilac fair was through the ancient fruits own of a woman love like Dante sweet long, an evening it to they came forsooth, grinning hut one of Lebanon, my Katie?

Now, take again, clings to me to tell you to the earth, till places the roses an ideal it’s much, as a flock of his best painted wife, and hair of chain or humor with looked up, and a summer sing skies. I charm, think and even the worst, and shoulder Men. At the life, reading cakes? And turn not the tincture. All aghast, or speech is tradition world; but we liven in such a heart may gnaw Tantall grow the Apes forsake. You know also our rafter he is blood made there. He and blossom: a third, our loved. My time, wee’ll enjoys that you squeal at all so often the Kingdomes overhead.

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airbenderedacted · 3 years ago

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can't sleep at all I'm going to fucking die

#my foot keeps itching why the fUCK bro #i cut myself scratching now the side of my face itches my head is bothering me bc i kwep thinking abt upsetting shit #bc y'know! the loneliness and lack of stimulation is forever. and idk ig the fact that I've gotten myself to #stop caring enough it making me kinda push it with how much i can dwell rn without like. going into despiar #bc like fr shit hurts but im. fine? like im just. yeah okay yeah. which is great but also hey everything still sucks #and oh my god why the FUCK cant i sleep!!!#i had NOTHING to do all night no one to talk to i was bored and tired enough to sleep early BUT OFC I CANT #bc when can i ever have anything easy? god 😭#amd now it's 9 and it's so fucking bad that i cant sleep bc i could not be more uncomfortable #did i mention i took 20mg of melatonin a few hours ago to be on the safe side so i could fall asleep before it got bright out #BUT NOPE FOR ONCE NOT EVEN THAT WORKED! FUCKE ME I GUESS!#GOD #I'M NGL MAN I HATE IT HERE!#fuck EVERYTHING about my life dude lol it's miserable and it's LITERALLY NOTHING i literally have no life there is nothing here!#nothing that sparks joy nothing that gives me a reason to wake up every day or to do anything but hey i keep! going on and existing!#bc i don't really have a choice now do i #but no next time i get an ounce of comfort back in me & i eat and find something mildly distracting at all it's back to This Is Fine Enough #im never. REALLY fine with how things are but also. no yeah ig i am because I've settled into such complacency #it's the only thing keeping me sane! throw all your strong emotions for anything in the trash! just!!! exist!!! and you get by fine 8)#fuck!#proud of myself for doing that ngl. but also. shit.#LIFE'S A FUCK!#BUT HEY YESTERDAY WAS NICE I'D REALLY LIKE TO GO BACK TO FEELING LIKE THINGS ARE OKAY IF I COULD JUST BE ALLOWED TO FUCKING SLEEP

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kanerallels · 2 years ago

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Though The Storms May Come

For Kanera Week day seven: "Perfect Kanera moment/free day". Set in a not so canon compliant universe

Rating/Warnings: G

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The war had officially started. The first major blow against the Empire had been struck when the Death Star had been blown up by a pilot no one had heard of before now. Now, his name was whispered on every Rebel base across the galaxy— Luke Skywalker.

The destruction of Alderaan had stoked the spark of rebellion into a furious flame, and taking out the Death Star had just added to it. All across the galaxy, more rebel cells were popping up. People were finally fighting back.

But right now, none of that mattered to Kanan Jarrus. Right now, he was exactly where he wanted to be, with the person he loved the most.

Well. With two of the people he loved the most.

“He’s beautiful,” Hera whispered, keeping her voice low so as to not wake the baby she was cradling.

They were sitting upright in her bunk, Hera in Kanan’s arms, her head against his chest. Kanan could feel her breathing as he stroked her back, his chin resting on her head. And in Hera’s arms, finally sleeping peacefully, was Jacen Okadiah Syndulla-Jarrus. Our son, Kanan thought, feeling a shudder of joy run through him.

“Well, he’s our kid,” he murmured in reply. “I’d expect nothing less.”

She snorted a laugh, and he couldn’t hold back a smile in response. “I’m just saying,” he continued, his voice teasing. “You’re stunning, I’m reasonably good-looking. Kid’s gonna be a real heartbreaker.”

“That’s not something I want to have to worry about for a while yet,” Hera said wryly. They fell into a comfortable silence, Kanan enjoying the feeling of holding his wife. There was nothing quite like having her near him.

Hera was the first one to break the silence, her voice soft and contemplative. “I never used to think I wanted this. A family, a husband.”

Kanan felt a smile slipping across his face. “I like it when you call me that.”

“What, husband? That’s what you are, love,” Hera said, with a touch of amused exasperation. Her voice growing serious again, she said, “I didn’t want anything dragging me down, distracting me from my mission. But… then you came along.”

“I’m charming like that,” Kanan agreed.

“I’m serious, Kanan,” Hera said, and he could feel her giving him an exasperated look.

“I know. Sorry— keep going.”

“It’s just… I didn’t expect you to at first. But you changed things for me, love. You changed everything.” Hera’s voice filled Kanan with warmth, and he pulled her a little closer as she continued, “I never could have guessed how much I would end up needing you.”

“You changed everything for me, too,” Kanan said, planting a kiss against her temple. “But you already knew that. And Force knows I need you like I need oxygen. Probably more so.”

“You are ridiculous,” Hera told him, with that slightly embarrassed note to her voice that told him she was blushing. Chuckling, Kanan bent down, capturing Hera’s lip in a gentle kiss that mesmerized him, pulling her in as she kissed him back in a way that fully distracted him.

Until Jacen let out a fitful cry, and they broke apart. “Just when I thought he’d finally gone to sleep,” Hera said ruefully.

“Let me take him,” Kanan said, and Hera handed him over. Still keeping one arm around her, he settled Jacen in the crook of his other arm, gently reaching out with the Force. His son was pure light, a little glowing shape in the vast expanse of the Force that Kanan couldn’t miss if he tried. He was so incredibly present, so full of the light. Just the thought made Kanan smile.

“I don’t think he’s hungry,” he told Hera, who let out a tired hum. She was bright in the Force, too, like she always was— if a little more tired than usual. “Probably just restless.”

“Hmm,” was Hera’s only response, and for a moment Kanan thought she’d fallen asleep. He was just making himself comfortable with Jacen when she spoke again. “Could you have ever pictured this, way back when? Us as parents?”

“Dear Force, no,” Kanan said. “I could barely picture where I was gonna be the next day, let alone in a few years. And I would have made a terrible parent back in the day.”

“You did a good job with Sabine and Ezra,” Hera pointed out, shifting around and leaning against him again with a contented sigh.

Kanan felt himself smile wistfully, remembering his first two kids. They’d made him so incredibly proud over the years— and now they were grown up. “We did a good job,” he corrected her, adjusting Jacen in his arms. The baby blinked at him drowsily, and Kanan sensed mild interest flickering through him before his eyes slid shut again. There we go, he thought, sending a feeling of peace to him through the Force. Sleep well, Jacen.

“I think I got him to sleep,” he whispered to Hera, who opened an eye to take a look.

“Well done, love,” she said, stifling a yawn. “I can take him. You should see if you can get some rest.”

“So should you,” Kanan pointed out, handing Jacen over carefully, and Hera let out a soft chuckle.

“Alright, so we’re both sleep deprived.” She settled Jacen in her arms and closed her eyes as Kanan wrapped his arms around her again. “Let’s see how much sleep we can get,” she mumbled.

“Hmm. You know I love you, right?”

Kanan didn’t need eyesight to know Hera was smiling. The warmth of it was in her voice as she responded, “I love you too, dear.”

Somedays, Kanan wondered how and why he’d lived through everything— Order 66, the following years of purposelessness, the long war against the Empire, the explosion on Lothal. But holding Hera and his son, he knew why. This was his purpose, more than anything else ever had been.

They were plunging into a war with insurmountable odds, against an enemy more evil than they’d ever faced. But Kanan had his family. They were together, and that was all that really mattered.

#kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #kanera #kaneraweek2022 #star wars rebels #swr #a new hope #kanera is love kanera is life #fluff #literally so much fluff #writing stories is a kind of magic too

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marvelnatswhore · 3 years ago

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Above The City 🤍♡

WK: 800- its short :)

Natasha X reader

Sum: A stupid morning hike, a promise, a sunrise, and a ring. The day your life changed.

A/N: Its been a minute since I wrote some fluff; I’m really not sure if this counts as angst? but I really only wrote this to cheer myself up so I don’t mind that it’s bad, but If you hear pathetic, lonely sobbing it's me :3

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You could be warm, safe and snuggled in bed right now. You could have woken up at a normal time. But no. Today was the day Natasha had the bright idea to wake you both at an ungodly hour, and drag you away from comfort, onto a hike.

“Where…are…we..going?” you pant, eyes half shut trailing the redhead who dragged you out here in the first place.

“You’ll see, Detka.” Nat laughed, pacing up the hill with ease you envied.

The sun wasn’t even up yet.

Being up this early felt like a punishment, and your eye bags proved it.

Finally the summit was in sight, no less than two hours of walking, complaining, and nearly falling off a cliff got you here. But why? You still didn’t know.

You shook your head, positive there were leaves tangled in your hair.

“Ok, we’re here. Now what?” you ask, meeting Nat at the edge of the hill. All that walking just to end up on a dark hill, over looking the sleeping city, it seemed stupid.

“Hey come here” Nat laughed, taking your arm and pulling you in next to her.

“Watch the sun.” She said as you rolled your eyes.

The city was dark, not how you knew it. Loud, bright, a headache made of steel and glass.

The bustle of everyday traffic yet to begin, the shouts of people looking for a reason to argue, left quiet. It felt strange seeing everything so peaceful, the scattered lights of apartments, people starting their day, cars moving though the streets, lamp poles littered with rubbish.

You felt so small seeing everything like this. And then the sun came.

The first few rays shot through the city like golden arrows, sparks that bounced off every building, every window and every street. The moment they shone, more would appear as the sun drifted higher, welcoming the new day with an amber hug.

“City of gold.” you breathe your mouth gaped and eyes wide.

“Beautiful isn't it?.” Nat says, “I used to come here every morning, before I met you, to get away from everything, the noise, the people..” she trails off and you wonder.

“So that's why you brought me here?” you ask, your eyes still on the view before you.

“To get away?”

“Not exactly..” Nat whispers and you realise she's no longer next to you. In a moment of confusion you turn to see what feels like a dream. Your heart seems to gasp with you when you realise.

She’s on one knee. In her hand a box. Before you can speak she does;

“Y/N. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. I love you more than air. I want to be with you forever. I brought you here to ask... Will you marry me?”

Tears fell before words, your instant sob of “YES!” came without a second thought, before tumbling into Nat's arms.

You held her tight, as if she would disappear the moment you let go. You were so happy, nothing else mattered, the woman of your dreams, the love of your life, wanted to marry you.

The sun covered you both in its light, the heat of its rays enveloping you in much more than a hug. you felt that nothing could ever go wrong, your sobs of joy into Nat's shoulder held a promise, to love her forever.

It felt like hours before you pulled away, even if it was only minutes. You couldn’t seem to stop smiling. “I love you so much Detka.” Nat whispers cupping your cheek and wiping your tears off your sun lit face. “Can I give you the ring now?” she giggles as if you forgot.

“Yes, god yes, I love you so much.” you say, still sniffling as you watched Natasha pick up the small velvet box.

It opens to reveal the ring, she slides on your finger. It was almost too perfect. The hourglass ruby, resembling a widows mark, the gold band that seemed to wrap around your finger like love placed it.

Your eyes didn't want to leave the stone, and tears again fell from your eyes, not that you cared.

“Nat.” you whisper, your voice so delicate it could shatter. ”It’s so beautiful.”

“I’m so glad you like it, my love.” she says, placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you so much Nat, I can't wait to marry you.”

“Me too love, me too.”

#I'm sorry it likely makes no sense #it sounded better in my head #natasha romanoff #NatashaXReader #NatashaXR #Black widow #NatashaXReader proposal #Nat fic #Nat fluff #my fics #Marvelnatswhore

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chuplayswithfire · 4 years ago

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Is Nowhere To Be Found

Inspiration grabbed me by the throat the second I finished the fic@robininthelabyrinth posted today, and I just HAD to share my idea of whodunnit.

Summary: Wei Wuxian was stabbed, found barely breathing, left for dead. His would-be murderer has no regrets.

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The Cloud Recesses were abuzz with chaos, serenity abandoned in the wake of the attack on Wei Wuxian. The news had already spread that he would live. That soon he would be sure to wake and then to carry on with his second life. Gates had been shut, entrances and exits barred to prevent escape. Disciples were combing every building, every potential hiding place.

Lan Chaoyun was not hiding.

The knife that he had used lay before him, still stained with blood that had dried now, tacky, flaking like rust in the air. The iron scent had faded, as the blood dried, as the incense burned. It was a paltry offering, he knew now, marred by failure as it was, but it was an offering. He hoped that Lan Tianming would appreciate it, that his wife would know he had done his best to give her justice.

Perhaps it was not justice. Perhaps it was revenge. He no longer knew, just as he no longer cared. It was her birthday, and the knife, the flowers, the incense - he could only hope that all would reach her, that all would grant her peace if she had not yet moved onto her next life.

Gradually, the incense burned, one by one each stick dwindling to ash. When the last had been lit, and the last burned, he bowed low, face to the ground.

"I may be joining you, this night," he said. Her silent tablet offered no response. "Forgive me my delay."

Still, nothing. He knew there would be nothing. He knew that Inquiry had yielded no answers, that her spirit was gone from this world.

It did not stop him from wanting, aching, wishing.

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The noise was louder, outside of the memorial hall. It seemed the rules for running and shouting had been discarded. Lan Chaoyun was not surprised.

Many rules had been discarded for the sake of Wei Wuxian.

He walked among the hurrying, searching, worrying masses, tranquil as the feather that falls to the river and floats along its surface. His path was set, his fate lifted from his hands. He felt no fear and carried no worry, as he walked to the courtyard where discipline was carried out and knelt on cold stone.

Lan Chaoyun inhaled, filling his lungs with cool, sweet mountain air, and exhaled slowly. He would clear his mind, and he would breathe. He would wait, settled patiently.

It would not take long for him to be noticed.

0000

"Hanguang-jun! Hanguang-jun!"

Shouting at the door of the jingshi, the banging of a fist - enthusiastic or fearful or both, and Lan Wangji rose from his place as silent sentinel. The path to the entrance of their home from their bedroom was a short one, crossed in a few brisk step.

If he jerked the door open rather than slid it with grace, if wood groaned at the strength of his grip, who would complain?

"What?" Bitten out, terse. Wei Ying was sleeping and this noise would wake him. Short, yet eager. No one would disrupt them without reason. "What is it?"

A junior stood at the door, round-cheeked with youth and shaking. The top of this one's head would have barely met Wei Ying's shoulder. His name escaped him, lost to Wei Ying, his health, his stuttering breaths and still form.

"Z-Zewu-jun sent for you!" The stuttering child near-shouted, his hands coming up to his mouth in horror. He was nervous. Lan Wangji should have reassured him.

Lan Wangji did not.

"The - the culprit has been found - and Zewu-jun has called for you to -"

He did not hear the rest of what was said, either. The culprit has been found. Nothing else was as important as this.

No, one thing was as important as this.

"Where?"

0000

Lan Chaoyun held his head high. His meditation was long concluded with the arrival of so many others, but his poise still held, even - no, especially - with the weight of so many eyes on him.

Lan Qiren and Zewu-jun both stood before him, faces dark with anger. On any other day, the sight of them united against him like this would have set his guts to tightening in fear, his knees weak. It was their misfortune that this was not any other day.

It was their misfortune, not his, that he regretted nothing.

A sudden stirring behind him, the hurried rustle of fabric, the swift snap of steps across the stone.

"Hanguang-jun," was the whisper, the breaking of the heavy silence. More than one voice spoke, silent Lans set to chittering like startled birds.

Lan Chaoyun kept his silence. The arrival of his distant cousin was nothing for him to fear. He had known from the moment he woke this morning that this would break whatever remained of the tie between them, and he had made his peace with it.

Only his cousin's happiness had kept him oblivious to the fact that that bond had been one-sided, rotted from within and long decayed.

He would understand, now.

He heard those crisp footsteps falter, a brief stutter in an otherwise perfect rhythm. Were he looking, Lan Chaoyun was sure he'd be seeing the moment his cousin recognized exactly who knelt for punishment before their sect's leader.

"Lan Chaoyun," Lan Wangji said, voice tight. Nothing else followed. Perhaps he was at a loss for words.

How fortunate for him that that was his only loss.

"Lan Wangji," Lan Chaoyun returned. He did not look at his cousin. He did not want to see his face.

More whispers, at that. It had been many years since any save Zewu-jun and Lan Qiren himself referred to the great Hanguang-jun by name.

Zewu-jun cleared his throat, a quiet noise that nonetheless silenced the gathered crowd and drew all attention to himself.

"Lan Chaoyun, you confess to and submit yourself for punishment to this crime?" For all his anger, his voice was remarkably steady. Lan Chaoyun had wondered if seclusion would restore his control, his still-lake facade.

"I do," he confirmed, locking eyes. Zewu-jun too was his cousin. Younger, though their cultivation meant that such distinctions were impossible to see and their status meant them inert. "I stabbed the Yiling Laozu. My regret is only that he lives. I should have cut his throat instead."

Lan Qiren flushed with anger at Zewu-jun's side, his nostrils flaring. "Have you no shame at all for what you've done?"

Of all things, this was what sparked the smile to Lan Chaoyun's face.

"My only shame is that I waited until A-Tian's birthday to take justice for her," he said. If he relished in the surprise that spread over Lan Qiren's face, in the realization that filled Zewu-jun's eyes, for the anger the tightened Lan Wangji's jaw -

who here could justly blame him?

"Did you forget?" He asked, knowing he was being cruel and caring not for it. What was one more broken guideline in this place that bent to the whims of any ruling Lan? "I understand. It has been fourteen years. I didn't."

Zewu-jun drew breath, undoubtedly intending to begin a pacifying speech on the nature of rules and grief and the unjust nature of revenge. Lan Wangji spoke first.

"Wei Ying did not kill Lan Tianming," he lied, his hand clenched around his sword's hilt. Perhaps he didn't know he lied. Perhaps he thought he spoke the truth.

"His fierce corpses did. Perhaps you did not know. I understand you were busy ferrying him from the battlefield that night, but I bore witness to my wife's murder. I know who is responsible, and the corpse of our shidi was only Wei Wuxian's murder weapon."

The sight of him, white robes stained with blood and draped in black, arms filled with the body of the man responsible for that unending hell, had been the second worst of Lan Chaoyun's life.

Lan Tianming's face as she breathed her last, their shidi's clenched fist still driven through her chest, had been forever seared into his eyes, haunting his waking days, his dreaming nights, but his cousin's back as he fled that field of death with the murderer in his arms was not a sight he could forget.

All these years, he'd kept silent. Wei Wuxian was dead. His cousin may have betrayed them, but it had been for nothing, and the punishment had kept him off his feet for years. Lan Chaoyun had never forgiven it, but he had been willing to keep his peace.

Ruining Lan Wangji would not have brought Lan Tianming back to him, would not have restored the laughter in his life, the song that matched his guqin, would not have re-lit the flame of their small dreams, their hope of a family.

But Wei Wuxian was no longer dead. Wei Wuxian breathed this earth's air and ran through the Cloud Recesses and his laughter rang through every corner of their home and Lan Tianming would never breathe or run or laugh again.

His home, her home, every corner of it tainted by her murderer's life, his joy, his happiness, as if a single brief lapse (what more was a death that ended than a lapse?) were enough to account for her death.

Lan Wangji's throat worked but no sound left his lips. The knuckles of his sword hand were white where they gripped at Bichen.

"I attempted to murder the Yiling Laozu," Lan Chaoyun said again, voice raised. He met Zewu-jun's gaze once more. "I submit myself to punishment, Zewu-jun. I do not regret offering my wife justice. I do not regret the knife that now rests before her in offering. I regret only that she is dead and her home is defiled by the presence of her killer, who failed to so much as kneel before her tablet and beg forgiveness."

Whispering. No amount of throat clearing now would silence them. Zewu-jun seemed to know that - his eyes were hard as he bowed his head.

"Lan Chaoyun. The punishment for raising a weapon to one of our own is -"

#mdzs #lan wangji #lan xichen #lan qiren #the untamed #continuation fic #mdzs fic #chu writes #i was grabbed by the throat and forced to write this/the plot bunny demanded this story be told so i'm so glad robin allowed me to write it #lan tianming is 天明 tiānmíng #meaning dawn; first light; break of day #lan chaoyun is 朝雲 cháo yún meaning morning cloud #both names are taken from Bai Juyi's A Flower Is No Flower

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aliwritesss · 3 years ago

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~ Labyrinth

Pairings: Eric x reader

Genre: Fuckboy au!, angst

Summary: “How did I end up being like this?”

You were laying in your bed trying to remember when was the exact moment you knew you were in trouble, when you knew that there was no going back.

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t remember when was the moment you let your walls down and let him enter your heart. And you were starting to think it happened the first moment he laid his eyes on you.

When a pair of deep brown eyes looked at you and made you feel everything.

They warned you so many times, that he wasn’t the right boy, that you could be friends with him but that’s it.

To not fall in love with him.

And if you could have a time machine you would go back in time and not go to that party.

Where everything started.

Kevin kept saying he wanted to go and that it wouldn’t be the same if you weren’t going, so he ended up convincing you to go to his fraternity, TBZ frat.

You were expecting the unexpected like always, but you wouldn’t have thought in a million years that night was going to start one of the best and worst moments of your life.

You walked in ready to have a good time, greeting your friends and classmates and ready to dance and relieve all stress you’ve been under for the past few weeks.

But you felt something was off, and you couldn’t catch why.

And then he appeared, like he was the owner of the whole universe. Once he entered your eyes were glued to him, he had this power every time he was in the same room as you. He attracted you like a magnet, and you could fight all you want but that wouldn’t change anything.

But something changed that night, something made him look at you, go to where you were standing, take your drink and sip without breaking eye contact. You lied to everyone and said that it didn’t affect you, but he made you feel weak.

You couldn’t say anything for a hot second, too shocked to say something but if you knew something is that you weren’t going to let him go so easily, he was hot and all, but you weren’t going to let anyone, not even Eric Sohn, treat you like an easy girl.

“ Are you thirsty?” You asked him with your most sensual voice.

“ I’ve been dying to take a sip since I came.”

“ Let me help you with that.” And the next thing you did was to throw your drink on his shirt.

“ Next time ask, asshole.” You replied to him. He was too shocked to even notice the way you were shaking, but someone needs to put him in his place.

And now that you think about it, maybe that is what you did wrong, you caught his attention.

He kept his distance from you at the party but the next day he had this superior smile again in his face.

“ I hope you know what you did last night was a little bit messed up, love.” He said.

“ And I hope you learnt that you can’t go around taking sips from other people's drinks.”

“ Seems like we learned a lesson yesterday, Y/N.”

And since that moment he started going with you more. You were acquaintances since both of you shared the same group of friends, but the only conversations you had with him were superficial.

He started to wait with you for Kevin or Jacob, talking to you more and opening slowly. And suddenly you were texting each other lame things late at night and you couldn’t stop smiling.

He made you smile and that was dangerous.

Everytime you locked eyes with him, you’d feel this warm feeling spreading around your stomach, making you feel like no one did before. He had the power to make you feel like you were the only one in the room. But still, you thought you had everything under control. And you did.

Till one night he texted you he needed to see you.

You were worried, you didn’t expect from the cool Eric to actually need someone so you took some things and went to his dorm.

You remember perfectly the image you saw the moment you entered his room, an Eric crying on the sofa, not being able even to look at you straight in the eyes.

“ What’s wrong Eric? What happened?” You told him worriedly. Once he heard your voice he lifted his head up and went to hug you.

“ Don’t leave me Y/N. If you do, there's nothing left.” He says quietly on your neck. You didn’t know what was wrong at the moment but one thing you knew is that he needed you and you were never going to leave his side.

And that's how you stayed the whole night, hugging each other and running your hands through his hair till he fell asleep. You don’t know how long you kept staring at his profile, the curve of his nose, his lips, how soft they looked, his eyelashes, how short they were but still so thick. You traced the letters of his tattoos delicately while smiling softly. Even though they were small, he always bragged about them.

And days started to pass and you felt how Eric attracted you more and more, how you started to care about what he was doing, if you were going to see him on the weekend or if he would text you the next day. He entered your heart without knocking and there wasn’t a way back now.

He came to stay and you didn’t know when he’d leave you without telling first. But deep down you knew, you knew that this game was going to end one day. That you’d wake up one day he wouldn't be next to you.

Despite everything, you still hoped that he’d stay forever with you, and maybe in another life he would have but the universe can be sarcastic sometimes.

He had the power to light you up like Venus, to break you down into tiny pieces and putting it all together again. And he told you, one night he told you he was up to no good, that you deserved better but he couldn’t let you go. He was addicted to you and that he was sorry for being so selfish.

You want to laugh out loud now, because he was right.

He was being selfish. But still, you needed his touch, to hear him laugh, his hugs.. You needed him. And even though you had a million reasons why you should give him up, you didn’t.

The boys told you a million times to stop this game, that the one that would end up getting hurt was going to be you, he cared about you but he wasn’t going to make you his first priority. But it’s funny how blind you can be when you are in love with someone.

You thought he was bringing joy to your boring life but he wasn’t, he was sucking the life out of you. And the worst of it, it’s that he wasn’t doing it on purpose. He truly cared about you, but you weren’t the only one.

And one day you woke up crying, you looked at yourself in the mirror and saw a broken and addicted girl.

You had a fight for a stupid thing again and that ended up no talking for 10 days.

Yes, you were counting them.

But you had enough.

You weren’t going to keep playing this game anymore.

And that’s how you ended up laying in your bed now. One month later and still recovering. Everyone told you that you made the right decision but you still think that you should’ve reached him and talked to him and made him choose.

But you were afraid he wasn’t going to pick you.

So you ran away, since that’s the only thing you can do perfectly.

You stopped checking what he was doing everyday and tried to stop thinking of him. Key word, tried.

You still cared a lot about him.

The worst of it was that you knew he was in pain.

You saw him one day on campus with Sunwoo and he looked devastated, he didn’t have that superior smile anymore, there were bags under his eyes and Changmin told you he wasn’t even sleeping in his room anymore. He couldn’t when you weren’t there to hug him, he said.

You can’t understand why two people who were madly in love couldn’t be together, but sometimes not everything is about being in love.

You almost reached to him one day, but then you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You didn’t have this spark in your eyes anymore, the one he always lit.

But you also saw that you gained a little bit of weight, that you were starting to sleep better, that you were actually getting your shit together and that you weren’t dependent on anyone anymore. And that made you feel good for the first time in a while.

You grabbed your things and made your way to class thinking “who knows, maybe one day he’ll realise what he lost and comes back, ready to love me but in the right way”.

A/N: Hey guys!! Here’s my little AU of Eric. I’m going to do a series for this one, but I’d like to know if you prefer if it’s before this takes place or after? Like how was getting to know him, falling in love... lots of fluff scenarios but also a lot of angst. Or after the break up, it’ll be have fluff scenarios since you two get back but will not have that much of angst like the first option.

Let me know what you’d like to see in the comments!! ❤️❤️

#the boyz #the boyz eric #the boyz drabbles #the boyz scenarios #the boyz imagines #the boyz series #the boyz au #tbz eric #tbznetwork #tbz x reader #tbz reactions #tbz #eric sohn

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theonewiththefanfics · 4 years ago

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Give You Hell (one-shot)

Synopsis: When you’re in a relationship with someone famous while being famous it can be difficult. But not for the Reader and Harry, yet when her past comes knocking, she’ll make sure to know where she stands.

Pairing: Harry Styles x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff, some minor angst, like microscopic

Warnings: swearing, reference to past abusive relationship, but nothing explicit.

Word count: 3428

100% inspired by ‘All American Rejects’’ ‘Gives You Hell’

Dating someone famous while being famous yourself had pros and cons, much like everything in life. The cons mostly came from the outside, not from the inside. It was the opinions of others, thinking what they said mattered, the scrutiny of the press, hoping one of them would mess up, and they could run some bullshit article just so their numbers could go up, without a second thought of how the people involved felt, and it was some jealous fans who didn’t seem to comprehend the people they admired were actual human beings with feelings and thoughts and emotions and autonomy. But other than that, Y/N’s and Harry’s relationship was just like any other. Save for when their emotions bubbled over, millions of people heard them in songs. They’d met at the iconic yellow-suit-Harry Brit awards. She’d been right next to Hugh Jackman opening the show, a red glittering bodysuit with a black and gold ring-master jacket, a top hat adorning her head as she dominated the stage. If Harry had been sloshed at that point (much like he was later on, but who was Y/N to say, given how most of the night was a blur for her), he would’ve absolutely started drooling at the sight of her, and he was one of the thousands who stood up, hollering and clapping as she and Hugh ended their performance.

Much to his dismay though, Y/N wasn’t one of the people assigned to sit by his table, instead, she was a couple of rows behind, whispering something into Billie Eilish’s ear, the two erupting into uncontrollable laughter. He felt like a creep as he tried to catch every possible glimpse of Y/N, her smile making his heart race. She’d been on his radar for a while, had even thought about asking her to collaborate on a song for ‘Fine Line’, but at the end of the day, it was an album of personal discovery (and when one of his producers told him Y/N was halfway across the world in the middle of Norwegian woods for the next half-year working on her own music, he didn’t want to be a bother). But seeing her then, Harry wondered why he hadn’t reached out on his own, especially after at the after-party Lizzo had dragged Y/N to him and introduced the two. The following day, pictures of them dancing together, drinks in hands and drunken grins on their faces would sweep the web, sparking millions of rumours, but, at that moment, they didn’t care, nor did they care about what was written because as Harry twirled Y/N under his arm, as much as the connection was there, that night they went their separate ways. Even when they were drunk, they understood that about the other person, and wouldn’t accept anything else, but a sober and coherent ‘yes’. Sometime midday the next day, Harry reached out to Y/N through a DM on Instagram checking in on how she was doing, which then turned into a six-hour FaceTime call. “What do you mean you’ve never had a hangover?!” Y/N laughed at Harry’s almost offended expression. “I mean I’ve never had a hangover. I’ve never thrown up while drunk or after being drunk, my head’s never hurt – nothing. I mean I’m tired, but that’s because I’m still on New York time and got to bed at like five AM.” “You… are something else.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Is that something else something good?” Y/N didn’t know, but when Harry saw her eyes sparkle, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately knew – she was it. “The best.” “Well…” she bit her lip. “If I’m the best, would it be too forward of me to ask you out for a coffee?” What Harry didn’t know was that when she saw him smile as if those were the best news in the world, her heart skipped as well, and she knew he was the one. “Only if it’s my treat.” “But I was the one who asked you out.” “Yes, but you can pay for the second date.” Holding in her squeals of joy was tough, but she raised her eyebrow, giving Harry a sly smirk. “Already so confident there’ll be a second date?” Harry scoffed. “And a wedding!” Seeing Y/N throw back her head as she laughed, made all sorts of butterflies fly through his stomach. “Okay, Styles. I’ll take your word for it.” Three months into the relationship, the two were booked to appear on The Graham Norton show together, which was also the first time they’d appear officially as a couple at a work/outing kind of a setting since the rumours started floating, and a picture of Harry kissing Y/N outside of a hotel room had sort of confirmed that. “So, you two.” Graham pointed between Y/N and Harry with his cards. “Have started to date? Not to say anything Harry, but Y/N… I didn’t think boy-bands were your type.” That made her lean over in laughter as Harry gave everyone a shocked face, before slumping back and pouting, nudging Y/N with his knee. “That’s not funny.” “I mean it kind of is.” “She was twelve when she swore off boy-bands.” Graham nodded, taking a sip of his wine. “Isn’t that what you said last time you were here?” “Hey, it’s been ten years since I said that!” Y/N laughed. “Cut me some slack. All the people I was crushing on are married anyway… with kids… and could probably be my dads… I have issues, don’t I?” Everyone exploded into giggles while Harry shook his head, chuckling. “Love you with all of your issues.” He nudged her shoulder, and she nudged right back, taking a sip of her drink. “Yeah, give it a couple of months. You’ll regret your words.” The thing was Y/N was so wrong, and she’d never been happier to be so wrong. Each morning they were together, Harry woke up to her showering him with kisses or vice versa. As private as Harry was, his Instagram stories were now filled with pictures and small videos of them, of Y/N’s face half-covered by a blanket, glasses crooked as she smushed her cheek to his chest and watched a movie, or her eating breakfast while re-watching old Bones and Castle episodes with captions like ‘dunno how she keeps the food down’ and ‘she swears it’s just for research’, while her feed was full of candid Harry photos or her rummaging through his closet and showing everyone his immaculate style, and giving tips how others can recreate it (also she may or may not just use that as a reason to steal his clothes). Generally, people loved it, and their love for one another. It was refreshing to see them enjoy each other’s company, and not be afraid to do so, especially now, given how it was a couple of days before Y/N ended her tour in New York in Madison Square Garden, to which Harry had specifically flown out for despite being in the middle of filming for ‘The Little Mermaid’. Three AM blinked on the clock, as the two finally drifted off to sleep after five hours of a passionate reunion when her phone dinged, indicating a message had arrived. “Turn it off,” Harry grumbled into the skin of Y/N’s back. “’S too early.” She hummed in agreement, furrowing her brows as her palm blindly searched for the offending device, and she squinted her eyes as the light burned her retinas before widening in shock at the message. Harry felt her body go rigid, and he pressed a kiss to her neck. “Everythin’ alright, lovie?” “Uh – “ she stuttered, trying to process the words on the screen. “Uh, yeah. Yes, everything’s fine. Just… some last-minute changes for the show. They want something really big for the ending, and some of the propositions are just…” She could feel a smile stretch across Harry’s mouth. “Extravagant?” “You could say that, yeah.” “Sounds like it’s gonna be one hell of a show. Not that the others weren’t.” Y/N switched the phone off wiping away the message first and then turned to cuddle into Harry’s chest. “It most certainly will.” For the next two days, she was an anxious ball of mess, as her crew got everything ready, and her and her band rehearsed relentlessly before she asked all of them to gather at the studio to add a song to the setlist. “It’s gonna be a couple more hours, Hazza,” Y/N murmured into the phone as Harry had called in to check on her. “ ‘M sorry. You don’t have to wait up for me. I know you’re still adjusting to New York time.” “ ‘S alright,” he slurred, clearly already falling asleep but determined not to. “Can’t sleep without you anyway.” At those words, Y/N’s heart did that stupid flipping thing it’d been doing ever since Harry entered her life to stay, and a shy grin blossomed on her lips. “You’re exhausted, sweetheart. But I’ll tell you what - if you do go to bed, I’ll be sure to wake you up with a kiss when I get back.” “You promise?” She could hear the smile on his face. “Swear it.” “Alright, lovie. I’ll be waiting to cash in on that kiss.” “I’ll run to give it to you as soon as I can. G’night.” “See ya’ in a bit.” Y/N let out a shudder as she heard the call disconnect. She entered back inside the studio and clapped her hands, drawing the attention of her producers and band members. “Where were we?”

***

The hour before a show was always nerve-wracking for Y/N. It’s when the adrenaline truly started to rush, when her feet and palms got all tingly, and her ears and cheeks heated up. It was when their warm-up band exploded on stage, and the crowd got pumped up. But the best moment that night by far was right when she was about to run out, Harry had pulled her back by the wrist and kissed the living daylights out of her. “You’re gonna kill it tonight,” he muttered against her lips, words skimming her mouth and making her smile as bright as the sun. She seemed to do that a lot around him. It’s why he now dedicated Golden to her every time he sang it. “Thank you. For being here.” Harry flicked her nose. “Always. Now go. People are waiting.” When Y/N finally appeared on stage, pretty much glowing as brightly as the stage lights, her fans went wild, and even more so when she jumped, starting off the show. The whole time, her gaze flitted to backstage just to get a glimpse of Harry, and whenever she did, she saw him dancing, singing along, filming her having fun and some clips of himself as well, going absolutely ham to her songs. As the night was moving towards the end, usually, she’d feel euphoria from giving a great performance, after hearing thousands of people sing her songs in unison, now Y/N felt closer to throwing up and fainting. “So uh…” She pushed back strands of sweaty hair, hollers of people echoing in her head. “This is a very special show tonight. Umm… this is the first concert my boyfriend’s come t - .” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence before the cheers of the people interrupted her, deafening the girl even with the earplugs. “But umm… it’s also a special show because two days ago someone reached out to me, and uh… he… well, he was as important of a person once the same way Harry is right now, and he wrote this.” Y/N went over to where the piano chair was, lifted it and fished out her phone from it, revealing the message that’d been basically haunting her nights and days since receiving it. “Breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” To her own surprise, her voice was steady and sure, unlike her hands which were trembling like leaves in a storm. “I know you look happy and in love, but I know it’s not true. I’ve known you for five years, I know how to see through the mask you put on every day just to make sure others are happy while you yourself suffer an inauthentic life. But you do deserve to be happy. And I’ll be waiting for you if you decide to give us a chance again. I’ll be at your concert in Madison Square.” She looked out into the crowd. “You wrote a song once for me. If you sing it, that’s how I’ll know you feel the same.” By the time she got to the end, there were no more shouts or screams, but confused murmurs. Y/N let out a shuddering breath, hoping that she could manage to do what she wanted, and everything didn’t fall apart. “The thing is, I’d like for Harry to come on stage, please.” She could see the fear in his eyes as he jogged to stand next to her, but he disguised it with an overenthusiastic smile as he waved over towards the raging sea of people. He’d seen the message, had seen her reread it more than fifty times by that point, and as sure as he was in their relationship, when someone who held such importance, no matter if good or not, in someone’s life came knocking again, you could never be too sure what would happen. Harry didn’t want to say anything, believing if it was important enough, she’d tell him. Guess that was it. “So, uh…” Y/N pulled Harry’s arms over her shoulders and grasped onto them, grounding them both. “This is for you.” Y/N looked over into the crowd before glancing over her shoulder, Y/E/C eyes meeting Harry’s wavering green ones. “And you,” she whispered so that only he could hear. “Hope you know I mean everything.” As the cords started playing, she felt Harry unwarp his arms from where she’d been holding them over her shoulders and a smile erupted on her face. “I wake up every evening,” Y/N sang, “with a big smile on my face, and it never feels out of place.” “And you’re still probably workin’,” Harry’s voice joined in, grin as wide as the Cheshire cat’s, as he now had a microphone in hand, the other placing earplugs in his own ears, “at a nine-to-five pace… I wonder how bad that tastes.” “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the two harmonized, Y/N’s eyes locked onto the masses, imagining the face of her ex-boyfriend who had the audacity to send that message. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.” Harry was looking at the crowd as well, now fully understanding the message and the person behind it, and although he lived by ‘treat people with kindness’, he couldn’t help but gloat at the fact he got to sing with the love of his life on stage, and basically serenade a break-up song to a person who didn’t know how to appreciate what he’d had. Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Now, where’s your picket fence, love, and where’s that shiny car? It didn’t ever get you far. You’ve never seemed so tense, love. I’ve never seen you fall so hard. Do you know where you are?” It was hard not to smile, knowing where she was and who she was with. Harry threw an arm over Y/N’s shoulders as she sang, giving a mock sad look, while Harry pouted. “And truth be told, I miss you… And truth be told, I’m lying!” “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Y/N pointed towards where she imagined her ex was standing. “Then she’s the fool, you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell! Hope it gives you hell!” For a split second, the music slowed down, guitar strumming in the air, as Harry pulled Y/N by the palm and towards his chest. When the next lyrics came out of his mouth, he knew them to be true as he sang them to the man, he’d heard Y/N talk about, to the man who thought everything he’d done to her, every horrible word and deed was justified, to the man who thought breaking someone else down was the only way to bring themselves up. “Now tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself, where did it all go wrong, but the list goes on and on.” “And truth be told, she misses you,” Harry hummed, Y/N letting out a large laugh, holding onto his bicep, as he slightly changed the lyrics. “And truth be told, she’s lying! When you see her face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you walk her way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well.” Harry sighed, shrugging his shoulders. “Then she’s the fool you’re just as well hope it gives you hell.” “Now you’ll never see,” Y/N took over the song. “What you’ve done to me.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You can take back your memories, they’re no good to me. And here’s all your lies, you can look me in the eyes, with that sad, sad look that you wear so well.” She dragged her finger down her cheek, giving a pout while Harry mimicked her stance before turning the mic to the audience. “When you see my face, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell,” the crowd sang back with such vigour, Y/N was sure the whole ground was shaking just from their voices, and the clapping and stomping to the drum rhythm would bring the whole world down. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell! When you find a gal that’s worth a damn and treats you well, then she’s the fool you’re just as well, hope it gives you hell!” The two were jumping around the stage like madmen, adrenaline filling their veins. “When you see my face hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” Everyone else repeated. “When you walk my way, hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell!” “Hope it gives you hell!” “When you sing this song and sing along, well you’ll never tell. Then you’re the fool, I’m just as well, hope it gives you hell!” Y/N grinned once more, placing her hand over her heart, meaning every word – she was just as well. She had amazing friends, a career that’d flourished, and a person who loved her more than words could describe. “When you hear this song, I hope that it will give you hell!” Harry crooned down the mic, knowing their happiness would, Y/N’s happiness would give him hell. And he enjoyed it, knowing how good her life was. “You can sing along I hope that it puts you through hell!” Her voice became the only sound as the last word echoed around everyone, her chest heaving up and down from the exertion, from all of the emotions running through her body as well as the overwhelming feeling of not only having Harry watch her perform but to end up performing with him. When his hands wrapped around her body, it startled her out from the daze, and the popping confetti startled her even more, as the rest of her band joined the two to take their bows, grins on all of their faces while they did so. “Not the song you thought I’d sing, is it?” Y/N laughed into the mic, Harry’s arms tightening around her waist. “There’s a reason I blocked your number, let alone you from my life. Don’t think I won’t do it again.” “But I would like to say thank you, to the asshole in question,” Harry said, making Y/N’s forehead scrunched up. “You let go of the best person ever; you had the honour of calling yourself her boyfriend, but instead, you chose to walk away. So, thank you for that. Because now I’ll have that honour and pleasure for the rest of our lives.” Yeah. It was one hell of a show.

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A/N: I love ‘All American Rejects’ and have been listening to ‘Gives You Hell’ non stop. It’s the best break-up song ever, and you won’t convince me otherwise.

P.S. my tags are always open :)

P.S.S. please don’t repost my work on other platforms without my explicit written permission. reblogs are fine :)

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lostinthewiind · 4 years ago

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3AM in the City

Tetsurō Kuroo - Haikyuu

Synopsis: after high school, you don’t see Kuroo as much as you used to, and not nearly as much as you would like. The only exception is when he calls you up at 3AM to go for a drive—an offer you never turn down; and tonight’s events are exactly why you don’t.

Rating: PG

Warnings: some kissing, nothing you haven’t seen in the movies before kids. A little angsty if you squint?

As far as you knew, it was just another Friday night you would be spending at home alone, which you didn’t mind in the slightest. As much as you enjoyed going out just as much as the next person, you still knew how to appreciate a quiet night in by yourself.

Scrolling through your phone, the bright, white light illuminating your face in the otherwise pitch black room, you glanced up at the corner of the small device in your hands and took noticed of the time. 3AM.

Letting out a yawn, almost as if in response to realizing just how late it was, you shifted in bed a little, trying to decide if you should try to get some sleep or keep mindlessly prowling social media for a little while longer.

Before you could make up your mind, however, a notification for an incoming phone call took over your entire screen, startling you a little more than you would like to admit. A small smile toyed at the corners of your mouth as you read the caller ID and answered the call.

“Hello?” You pressed the phone to your ear and sighed, body ready to climb out of bed. You already knew why he was calling . . . it was the only reason he called anymore.

“Hey.” His voice was smooth and casual over the phone, indicating that he hadn’t just woken up, meaning he hadn’t slept at all yet; which wasn’t exactly uncharacteristic of Kuroo. “Did I wake you?”

You shook your head instinctively, even though he couldn’t see it. “No,” you answered. “Just lying in bed.”

There was a short pause before he spoke again. “Wanna go for a drive?”

You had already known before you answered the phone that you would be saying yes to his proposition, but instead of responding right away, you hummed softly, pretending to think about it—pretending you weren’t as eager to see him as you actually were.

“Sure.” You swung your legs over the side of your bed and started searching for some clothes in the dark, unwilling to turn on the bright overhead light and ruin the late-night trance that you enjoyed so much.

“Meet you in ten,” he said before hanging up.

“Yeah,” you sighed, even though he was no longer on the other line. Thankfully, you knew this was just the way that Kuroo was—he was just bad at talking over the phone—but you still wished he sounded even a little excited to see you after so long.

Pulling on the same outfit you had been wearing that day, purely because they were sitting at the end of your bed and had been easy to find, you tucked your phone into your pocket and fixed yourself up a little before heading out the door.

Like always, you waited at the street corner for Kuroo to drive up and pick you up. When he arrived almost exactly ten minutes after he had ended the phone call, you jumped into the passenger’s seat of the incredibly expensive and lavish car he drove. That vehicle was his pride and joy and sometimes you were honestly surprised he even let you inside of it considering how little he seemed to care about you lately.

Before you could even get your seat belt on, he was speeding away from the curb and heading out of your neighbourhood. Glancing over at the man you used to consider your best friend, you noticed the creases between his brows and the way his lips stretched into a thin, tight line. Something was bothering him, but then again, he didn’t ask you to accompany him on mindless cruises at 3AM when all was well in his life.

Knowing that it would be a couple of minutes before he warmed up to your presence and wanted to talk, you turned up the radio and watched the scenery pass by out the window. In the distance, you could see the glowing lights of downtown Tokyo, the bustling hub of the city that you usually avoided due to how busy and crowded it was.

The city in the middle of the night was a completely different story, however. Maybe it was the way the many colourful advertisements and store signs illuminated the dark night sky, or maybe it was the way the streets emptied out enough for the overwhelming aura to dissipate just enough, but driving through the streets at night brought you a sense of euphoric calm that simply couldn’t be obtained during daylight.

Looking back at Kuroo, you took note of how his face had relaxed, even if just a little. You watched his hands tense around the steering wheel, griping tight before relaxing and tapping his fingers against the leather. Feeling your eyes on him, he finally looked over at you and acknowledged your presence.

“How have you been?” he asked seemingly out of nowhere, as if he just realized he would have to make conversation with you eventually.

Your heart fluttered slightly, joy spreading through you at the thought that he genuinely cared about how you were doing. “Fine, thank you,” you told him. “And you?”

“Okay,” he lied. You knew it was a lie, because even though he had changed drastically since high school, he was still just as bad at bending the truth, especially when it came to you.

“That’s good.” You rested your head against the window and observed the passing buildings and how they grew taller and taller the further into the city Kuroo drove.

As silence consumed the inside of the car once more, you became keenly aware of the music playing in the background; so, when a certain song that brought back a lot of memories started playing, you noticed it before Kuroo.

Your eyes widened a little as you looked from the radio to Kuroo, waiting to see if he remembered it as well—hoping he remembered it.

Feeling your eyes on him once more, he cocked a dark brow in your direction. “What?”

“This song.” You gestured lazily to the speaker. “Do you remember it?”

Kuroo chewed on his bottom lip as he listened, and for a moment, you thought he had actually forgotten. Then, a wondrous smile spread across his dimly lit face and he nodded. “Yeah, course I remember.” His spirits seemed to have increased ten-fold. “You always insisted we play it, and every time we did, you would sing every single word. Without fail. Every. Single. Time.”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips. “What can I say? It’s a good song.” You turned up the volume a couple more notches.

This time, when the conversation ceased, the vehicle wasn’t filled to the brim with thick tension. Instead, you found yourself thinking back to your days in high school—those incredible three years that you would give anything in the world to return to. Back then, you and Kuroo had been nearly inseparable. Back then, you hadn’t had to fight for his attention.

Back then, you genuinely felt like he wanted to be around you.

Looking to your former-friend and now casual acquaintance, you watched him carefully as he drove, his eyes glued to the road in front of himself. You wondered what had happened. What had gone so wrong that he felt the need to distance himself from you? Had you done something to push him away . . . or was that just the way high school friendships played out?

The question as to what series of events had taken place to get you to where you were now was one that you were unable to answer. The only thing you knew for sure was that you missed Kuroo . . . more than you probably should, but you missed him nevertheless.

Feeling a sudden burst of confidence, either from the inspiring city lights or the nostalgic song, or maybe both, you shifted in your seat to face the man beside you and cleared your throat.

“Are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you?” you asked matter-of-factly.

Kuroo glanced over at you for a split-second, blinking a few times in response. He was clearly taken aback by your sudden and direct inquiry, and you completely expected him to ignore you altogether or change the subject. What you didn’t expect was for him to turn into the nearest parking lot, park the car, and let out a long, exasperated sigh.

Worry and curiosity coursing through your veins, you sat silent and still, waiting for him to speak or move or do anything.

“I feel lost,” he finally said, his line of sight falling to his lap. There was a pause, and you were unsure if he was going to elaborate more or leave it at that. When you opened your mouth to respond, however, he continued. “Work takes up all of my time . . . so much so that I’m starting to realize I’ve cut ties with everyone I used to know without even noticing it; not until it was too late. And the worst part is, work isn’t even going well. This corporate ladder bullshit is way harder than I ever imagined. I feel stupid for throwing away everything I had for something I might not ever be able to obtain . . . for something I don’t even enjoy. It feels like it’s all for nothing.”

Your jaw dropped slightly. Kuroo had never been that open about his feelings with you before; not unless you had pried for days-on-end or he was plastered drunk.

You were unsure how to respond at first, so you did what you usually did when people came to you with a problem; you tried to put yourself in their shoes and then give the advice you thought you would want to hear.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not all for nothing,” you told him. “You didn’t get into business because you hated it. Sure, maybe the spark is a little dimmer right now or you’re going through a really rough patch . . . but don’t doubt yourself over one little bump in the road.”

Slowly, Kuroo turned his head toward you, his dark eyes landing on you for more than a few seconds for the first time that night. “But how do I know if it’s worth throwing everything else away over?”

“It’s not,” you said simply. “No job is worth throwing everything else in your life away over. But the best part is, you don’t have to choose between a career and a social life, and anyone who says you do is just plain lazy or insanely bad at time management.”

Kuroo cracked a smile at that and a puff of air that could be interpreted as a soft laugh passed his lips.

“So my advice is just try to do better from here on out.” You smiled back. “Everyone has a hard time every once in a while. If the people in your life truly care about you, they will understand.”

“Do you understand?” he asked.

This time, you didn’t hesitate at all. There was no need to play coy or pretend like you cared less than you really did. “I do.” You nodded. “I’ve missed you.”

Kuroo’s eyes softened and his small smile faltered for half a beat. “I’ve missed you too.”

Before you knew what was happening, Kuroo’s large hand was caressing your cheek and his lips were pressed against yours. Even though it was the middle of the night, you swore your entire world lit up at that moment. You had known you had wanted your best friend back, but this was so much better. This was more than you could have ever hoped for.

“I’ve been horrible to you.” Kuroo whispered against your lips, his fingertips trailing down the side of your neck and sending shivers up your spine. “I know this is a lot to ask . . . but can you ever forgive me?”

“Just promise to call me more than once a month . . . and maybe during the day sometimes,” you chuckled.

He laughed, his hot breath warming your face. “I can do that.”

“Then yes, I forgive you.”

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captainkurosolaire · 3 years ago

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I challenge you to pick five Tumblrs in your social circle and tell them something you admire about their blog!

Only 5? I could probably do 500. However, that's determined by what's considered my social circle. I'm often in my head being incredibly social continuously is really a challenge of mine. I'm always actively marching to something, my flame of passion when I have it, I can do some crazy stuff but it diminishes relatively quickly, so I try to cling. But I'll up your thing and list 25 of my fave people. Ask me this same thing in a Month, I'll keep doing 25, until I do all the people. How about that? (If anyone wants to be taken off mention let me know.)

@eligos-venator

- Has one of the most intelligent and sophisticated minds, I've had the pleasure to know. Literally admire all his aesthetics, work, head-cannons, ideas. It's only a benefit that the dude shares some OC characteristics to my own (Winning features). I really enjoyed the short-thread we did. It was incomplete, mainly because of my faults. I want to actually be better to give him a proper delivery and RP worth his time, but he's incredibly worth the investment of eyes.

@mischiefandmystics

- If there was a Mount Rushmoore of writers who kept me in this endeavor, encouraged me. Sun'ra is one of them. His characterization skills, writing, the delivery and how believable his character is, they're masterful acts.

@mishivymendi

- I wouldn't be nearly tamed or as creatively freed if it wasn't for this gem. She broke my shell, I really didn't at a time ever see myself being anything really beyond a smut writer, but Mishi not only saw potential in me, but brought it out. Her stories and world's she brings to life are so majestically colorful.

@asymphonyofash

- My go-to. He's another pillar individual who saw things in me past just the obvious perception, (Probably second longest XIV RPer I know.) Taught me a lot of the lore, I shot him up and he's sort of become my stapled rock. He's right aside Sun'ra met them about the same, both took me under their wing's as I quietly observed and absorbed.

@lavender-hemlock

- We're always up and front with each other, never feeling like I couldn't say anything around, extremely rare to share that these days. Her gif's are legendary, something on my own terms I want to soar in quality. The writing she does is astounding. Character has so many mysterious pages that are quite addictive to want to explore and learn them. (Encore 20 below-cut)

@under-the-blood-moonlight - Her sweetness and artwork and overall is just a friendly presence to be around. I cherish them so much. One I can jive with more darker undertones with. She's one the most hardworking and ambitiously creative people. I'd mail them infinite hugs if could. Thanks for being you! @roxinova - I owe a lot of credit to her. She's constantly OOC and everything was nudging me too be more inclusive to things and involved heavenly. It's rare for me. I'm really horrible about that my autism sets me back socially, I constantly will be drowned by the next day and be reverted back to better off alone, that's my major crux and weakness. But her thoughtfulness, these things, aren't ever foreign to me, I do pay attention probably better than any would ever give me credit. She's a beacon model to have as a friend. @corpse-dancer - Haven't ran into many words with them, but her character, screenshot game, expressiveness, they're all a marvel to constantly see, alongside her attitude and bringing life character. I do think if I were better, we would click quite splendidly. They've recently reminded and motivated me to pick-up my daily-practice, or try too. Keep being a rockstar. @fair-fae - Few who wouldn't know who she is in this community. She's been in my opinion a huge core. I'm certain she's inspired many who weren't even RPers too try it by seeing her at the Quicksands or elsewhere, a tyme ago. Making no exception, I was even one of those. I used to be in QS every-single day and was often doing my shameless stuff. Though her presence first did show me there's a lot more. I admire her in all fields. Also appreciate her adopting me to the FC and her always thinking of others and giving events, or her aesthetics and portrayal, its the epitome of swan elegance. @thorcat - One of my most treasured friends. Been RPing with them for a longtime. There's never anything complicated between us or a rift of drama, it's just let's go and have fun. We really mesh well, I've welcomed nearly ever character and got the privilege to RP with nearly all them. They always open up envelope and help me, settle on back and just laugh. Whether used to be waking up to their characters humping my afk one or use randomly having a hardcore banter between Ufah and Captain and capturing them as a voidal pet. Memories with them isn't something I'd ever want to lose. I love ya! Never stop enjoying life for anything. @lukawarrioroflight - I get in the gutter find myself lacking motivation or writing, discouraged even... But I never have felt, I could ever do any wrong with this person, they bring the light out of me. So no matter what, how many hospital-beds I yearly visit, it's because of this rare nature, that I come back, even if they're the only one's ever to read my stuff. I would do it for them alone. @scholarlybreadbun - I've only been back recently and they've so much warmth. Their presence is the sun of inviting. The couple and posing all the shipping that stuff makes me even melt. I'm not particularly talented in regards to posing couples, but I took notice of them along time ago and set on quietly improving. Really like them for them, wouldn't ever want them to change that. Ideally look forward to be in their orbit longer so I can bask in them. @seascrapes - Been mutual with them for a while. Their aesthetics and character is all S+ level. I appreciate throwing back tagged prompts with them, one of many people I really think would be enjoyable to collab with any other seafarers. The artwork and pieces of Tal Brook, are breathtaking as ever exceptionally too, not to mention. Love your stuff matey, you're a king. @mai-takeda - Is a myth. Her absolutely sheer friendliness and her attitude, are so positive influencing, I was so thrilled to be welcomed with her and boosted by them early on. I couldn't see myself, wanting to exist where they didn't have happiness like the same she always delivers by just doing so many soft-things. Not to mention her writing... She's a whole world to throw yourself gazes

under. @zhauric - It doesn't go far either without the same breath of Mai, I could say about Zhauric. He's someone worthy to look-up and also recognize they're passionate and inviting, hoisting up literally everything. Could easily find any of their characters comrades with my own, or jiving alongside. Not to mention last XIVWrite, they slaughtered it. So enjoyable to read them all. I like how organized their blog is too, motivated me recently to redux my entire thing. @cadrenebula - They have so many diverse characters and their entire roster is vibrant and is imbued with a massive flux of life. They are able to encapsulate so many character's voices and portray them so effectively too, I really admire that greatly. They've made me think bigger and try myself recently at actually undertaking a huge roster of characters too. I've taken many breaks, but I always am so graciously returned often with them close-by and that's so incredibly sacred. I've seen a lot of people get discouraged or quit, leave, departure, etc. But they always seem to have a bigger house then they had last I took a break and I enjoy peaking in. @silvernsteel - Her artist and gif-work are awe-aspiring, there's little unrecognizable by her photo-sets and edits. They helped me even tip-toe into uncharted with giving me the recipes to try incorporating gifs into my arsenal. Plus so delightfully pleasant to actually talk with and just chill. I want nothing less in life, than the beauty they give, to be returned to them for eternity in all their glorious air. If ever needed anything of me, they've got me. @spotofmummery - We talk about passion or friendliness or overall a person to even remotely try to be, I got to include them. Their web-series and writing, screen-work, everything they do is fantastic. And that's furthered back nearly any I've met showcase or immortalize how just genuine of stellar person they are. I wish them always the energy to create and sparks. @snow-covered-moon - They've never been anything less but absolutely a diamond to know. I enjoy their character, their almost always abundant of energy that's very rub inducing. Their WoL character stories, writing, screen-shots, everyday they open up a new pandora box of joy, there's no mistaken love behind their character and that's infectiously easy to also enjoy something when the author does too. Always healthy to be around, I never feel short of vitality when they're close-by. @letheofthelost - Always cheerful or least encapsulates with me, they're a carnival ride. Just pure epic story-telling and engaging equally as passionate, constantly writing characters, not looking for anything outside of RP or anything really just being their selves, they fade all others. I love their presence, them as a person. Enjoy any character they'll ever come and throw under me, or a change of pace. Always feels easily understandable between one another. @crow-iv - Together we're an unfiltered, unstoppable wake of pure passionate writers and art. But I would say they're far ahead of me, in every regard. Already able to portray multiple characters in a scene and do such in-depth thinking, alongside even sketch or draw right afterwards or a scene. They're so talented, huge reason I set-out on giving them a Crew of cast and actual stories to-tell when I'm actually caught up and if they interested and we both have the room, I really think if further myself, I can be better and supply more for them to draw and I want to see them soar. I want to give them all my improvements and effectiveness. @trishelle - They've such a reinforcing personality and aura around them that easily bolsters anything that dares thinking they're about to be depleted so energizing. Aesthetics, characters, all them are so lively that further compliment their own mun's great welcoming presence. Worth hundreds of smiles and stars, keep high. Wish I had more time to dedicate to learning you! But I do notice and appreciate you. @fracturedfantasia - One of my people, I like to retreat and just talk my full

head-cannons with or learn, share insightful and inquisitive thoughts about philosophies and multi-culture things. Or plotting and in-general, they're a well of information and brimming ideas, they are every making of what makes a quality friend. When you can generally be open-about-all that's a real one right there. Their characters and tarot readings, I always would implore if they're offering. Thanks for giving me any-time. You're truly a treasure. @violet-warder - Never have even came to words with them yet unfortunately but didn't mean as a mutual, I haven't admired all their screenies, writing, or the aesthetics they bring of their character. Glamours is real end-game, I like all what you've done and put together. I care strictly about what represent and give, I don't want to see them ever think anyone want's them gone, they are abundantly so talented and possess things only they can deliver. I think recently came back too, and I'm glad to share, hopefully, overtime I can build you better up. Or eventually even talk, but I'm certain you are a busy-body person too, so we're relatable. @layla-grey - I have a lot of underline issues that set me back as a flawed person, but I've never not been anything but someone who's open, it's why I always do include my f-list in anything or etc. I'm not here to present this facade, and really don't care to be an image crafted by another. No one as of recently or now, am I close with as an RP partner or friend with then this stunning masterpiece. I never let-up on story-telling or anything so I can eventually use my Crew or other Characters, to give them anytime a master entertaining day, they push me to not be short-changed. IC and OOC I would devote my full attention too cause they've never shed from me. Didn't ever matter how much silence or anything, they're always around. And don't expect anything out of me or pressure. Just accept me and I equally share that sentiment, I want you to have everything in this world has to offer. ----- This is just a fraction of people, I've paid attention, noticed or know. I've been around in this Community for many years. There's a lot of things I could say about it, more probably then anyone else. But what matters to me, is recognizing the people who are here, that work hard, build others up, support, constantly are a beam. I don't need to interact with everyone, to know when someone is generally out for good. Or they're out for bad I've learned inquisitiveness longtime ago, I had to survive and remain afloat. I just go out and be me, and along the way, I get to find people like these, who help bring out the best me. I am nothing without these people, creators, writers, artist. I'm a terrible friend, horrible person, I don't have the energy to interact NEARLY with as much as I'd like with you all, If I could clone myself, or if things were different, I would drop it all to be in your orbits more if could. But, do know I appreciate you. And even if you ever do depart from this whole community or anything, know that anything you share, or give, that stuff does matter, somewhere, someone was aspired, if nothing else, by me. ONLY you can give the worlds you see and I am thankful. Do love yourself.

#I acknowledge you #Love you #Keep doing you #Asks answered #I'm the one guy who's never not going to be filtered or unspoken #To many people have left or been broken #Don't you ever think about it.#There's so many many more #But I'll recharge for next time

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salty-sith-bitch · 4 years ago

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Here's a little prompt for Din and reader! Hopefully it can spark something 💙

Maybe Din takes Reader to a snowy planet and they haven't seen snow before or in a really long time, so their just mesmerized by it and just amusing him.

I hope you enjoy! As always my mind just sort of takes off when writing so I’m hoping this is close to what you asked for 😘

Cin'ciri (snow)

Rating: G

Genre: fluff, angst

Words:2352

Ao3

Din stood over you and your cot, a wicked grin under his helmet. He watched as you snored peacefully, oblivious to what he was about to do. He almost felt bad for disturbing your slumber.

Almost.

This was worth waking you and definitely worth the brief moment you'd be upset at him. He knew as soon as you awoke and discovered the reason for being ripped from your lazy dreaming you'd be overjoyed.

Chuckling to himself Din packed the snow that was in his hand into a soft ball. Taking a step back from your cot, he chucked the lump of snow. The ball hit you squarely in the chest and upon impact disbursed Into a flurry of white powder causing you to shudder and startle awake.

Confusion filled your cloudy mind as you woke. You felt something cold spread through you as the air was ripped from your chest. The frostiness quickly turned wet making you uncomfortable and displeased. Still gasping for air you heard chuckling that quickly turned into full hearty laughter.

Sitting up you found Din standing at the end of your cot doubled over in laughter. Shrieking, you pulled the blankets over your head and flopped back down.

"Daaaaaaaad! It's too early. It's my day off." Your voice was agitated and muffled by your pillow.

"Ad'ika," Din said between breaths as he recovered from laughing. "Come look outside."

"Whyyyyyy," you wailed into your pillow. It had been a while since you got a good amount of sleep and were simply not pleased your father was trying to drag you out of bed on your day off.

Clicking his tongue at you, Din squeezed one of your blanket-covered feet. "Fine then. Grogu and I will go and enjoy the snow by ourselves."

Snow?

Your brain kicked into hyperdrive at the word. That coldness you had just felt was your father throwing a snowball at you. Your heart fluttered in your chest. Din wouldn't admit it but he has a soft spot and could be silly at times and it made your world oh so bright. And now it was even brighter as you thought about the snow outside.

You bolted upright in bed and quickly threw the covers off. Frigid temperatures greeted you as soon as you climbed out of your little nook and bolted for the open ramp. Din watched as you ran toward the ramp and slid across the slick floor of the Razor Crest in your warm socks; almost causing you to collide with the wall.

Squealing you jumped up and down pointing outside as you turned to look at Din.

Having removed his helmet, you could see the gleaming grin on his face. And even swore you could see his excitement at the thought of a day off playing with his family.

Giggling and shrieking you vibrated with energy as you danced around on your toes.

"Snow!" You exclaimed, pointing outside.

Din chuckled, coming up to you and ruffling your hair.

"Yes, ad'ika. Now go get dressed. Grogu has been waiting impatiently."

Running across the hull floor once again, you were unable to stop yourself from sliding into the wall where your pack was. Smacking into the wall with am 'oomph' you picked up your clothes and high tailed it for the fresher.

Shaking his head, Din set his helmet back on his head and went to finish bundling up Grogu.

***

Snow has a special place in your heart. It brought back memories of your family. Your blood family.

It brought back memories of snow days when you were younger and a true child, so innocent and not having to worry about anything in the galaxy. It brought memories of warm cocoa mother would make and build snowmen with your brother.

When it would snow back home your father would have the day off, closing his shop due to lack of safe travel, and your mother, being the caring woman she was, would still head into town and work a partial day at the cantina, making sure everyone who needed warm food was supplied with it. You'd spend a good majority of the morning playing in the snow with your father and brother, tossing snowballs, building forts, and occasionally making snow angels here and there. Your mother would always arrive back around noon with cocoa and soup to warm you. Snow boots would be shuck at the door and fresh clothes put on after a warm bath. You'd eat and laugh by the fire the rest of the evening playing games, reading to brother, and watching your mother scold your father every time he would chuck a snowball at her that he snuck into the house.

Even as the years went by and you got older you'd still find yourself outside enjoying the blissfulness of having nothing to worry about. You'd make forts and battle your father, pelting him with snow. You'd find yourself melting into the floor as you and your mother sang songs in your native language by the fire. And you would always still try to suppress that giggle when your father snuck in the snowballs helping him on occasion.

Now it was different. But also not.

Looking out towards Grogu he saw him waddling around collecting snow and making little people reminding you of your brother. And Din, who surprisingly was enjoying the snow, tossing snowballs at you ever so often reminded you of father.

But this was not your brother nor father. And mother wouldn't be there with soup to warm you or sing songs in the evening. The snow people Grogu made were smaller and Din was sneakier with his ambushes.

You, yourself were also not the same. Being older and now constantly worrying about losing your family again reminded you of just how much your life had changed.

Huffing you shoved your hands further into your coat pockets, continuing to watch Grogu as he waddles over to you, snow in hand. Tilting his head he extended the lump out to you and cooed as if trying to ask you to shape it for him.

Chuckling and nodding you squatted and took the snow from him, gently packing it. When you stuck out your hand to give it back the ball went flying from your hand and zoomed past you. Turning your head you watched as the ball made an impact with Din's chest.

Snowball in his hand, Din waggled his finger.

"Grogu," he said with a bit of laughter.

Grogu's ears dropped as he made a noise and looked at his father.

"That's cheating you little womp rat. I was gonna ambush ori vod."

Rolling your eyes you smirked at Grogu and swiftly picked up and packed your own lump of snow. Quickly standing you turned and launched the ball of snow at Din.

Both you and Grogu cheered when it hit Din's pauldron. Grogu threw his hands up and parked his ears as you did a little victory jump.

Stiffening Din looked at his shoulder then back to you. Placing his hands on his hips he nodded his head slightly.

"So that's how we're gonna play. Two against one?" Kneeling Din picked up more snow. "You get a ten-second head start. Ten, nine, eight-"

Eyes widening in horror you looked down and made eye contact with Grogu.

"Ready little buddy?"

Grogu cooed at you again, also wide-eyed, and reached up.

Scooping up the youngling you took off running for the snow barricade you had made earlier, leaving a trail of laughter behind.

***

You played in the snow for countless hours. Together you and Grogu kept sneaking up on Din and pelting him with snowballs. And on occasion - despite Din thinking it was cheating- Grogu would use the force to nail mando in the back.

At one point you looked at your father gleefully, sticking your tongue out.

"For a Mandalorian, we’re taking you down pretty easily with these snowballs."

You couldn't hear his laughter but you could see his frame shaking as he stood with his hands on his knees.

"You good old man?" You teased.

Looking up at the sky for a moment Din took in a deep breath. Pointing a finger at you Din lowered his head and you could feel his piercing gaze through the visor of his helmet.

"If I went any harder on you kid there would probably be crying."

Gasping you scooped up more snow and packed it into a ball.

"You calling me weak?" You stared at him through squinted eyes.

"You called me old!"

"And only one of those statements is true!"

Shaking his head Din started packing snow into a ball.

"Oh, it's on now."

Screaming joyfully you took off running, Grogu at your heels

***

Out of breath and cheeks sore from smiling, you collapsed in the snow, arms and legs spread out as you soaked up the sun. Grogu trudged through the snow to stand but your side. Looking down towards him you watched as he flopped over into the white powder next to you. Giggling you reached down and strokes one of his ears lovingly, causing him to smile and coo at you.

In the distance, sitting on the ramp to the Crest Din watched as you made snow angels with Grogu, a smile hidden underneath his helmet. He was practically glowing with joy and warmth seeing how happy the two of you were. Feeling as if his heart might burst out of his chest Din wondered what his own childhood would have been like if he hasn't lost his parents.

He wondered if his parents would have ever taken him out for a snow day much like he did for you and Grogu - his own children. Longing and wishing for what could have been his life only filled the hole in his chest so much though. What he has in front of him is what brought him true bliss. You ana Grogu were his world - literally and figuratively.

He should have been hunting for a bounty today, planning his next steps and heading towards whatever planet that resided on while you took the day to rest and have downtime. That was the responsible thing to do, but when the snow started to fall not long after you and Grogu went to sleep be couldn't help but enjoy the idea of a family day. A day where you could be young and have nothing to worry about. A day to stretch your legs and bond.

Crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall Din continues to watch the two of you laughing and rolling in the snow in the distance. When you turned to wave at him at stick out your tongue his smile grew.

***

Lunch was later than usual but you were ok with that. You had enjoyed your time in the snow even if it meant dealing with a slight butt hurt Din Djarin who didn't want to admit he lost I'm your snowball fight. Non the less the soup you ate and the cocoa you sipped still warmed you. Not as much as the unexpected family time had warmed your soul, however.

You watched as Grogu fought sleep in his father’s arms as he sipped his cocoa. Eventually, his eyes fall shut and light snores filled the silence of the Crest hull. Din rose from his seat quietly and made his way towards his and Grogu's sleeping quarters. Sighing heavily you rubbed your own tiredness from your eyes. Standing you collected and discarded your dishes then made your way to your own cot.

It was chillier over here than by the heater so you opted to instead grab your blanket and a pillow and made your way back to the heater.

Sitting against the wall you let your eyes drift shut. Pulling your blanket up towards your face you nuzzled your nose into the worn fabric, smelling the lingering scent of your old home. The world around you disappeared as you drifted off to sleep

Half asleep you heard gentle footsteps approach felt a hand gently nudge you.

"Ad'ika?"

"Mm?" You looked up lazily at Din squatting next to you.

"You were humming in your sleep."

Yawning, you rubbed your eyes again and looked at him. He didn't have any of his beskar on and you could smell fresh soap; a telltale sign he must have been getting ready for bed.

"’ M’sorry," you mumbled.

Turning and sliding down the wall next to you Din smiled. "It's ok. It was nice. Reminds me of-"

"Home," you said weekly.

Din's face fell slightly. "Yeah."

"My mother and I used to sing around the fire every night it snowed. She would rock my brother to sleep as I sewed. Before my brother, she would sing and I would dance with my father." Swallowing the lump in your throat you swiped the blanket across your face to rid the fallen tears. "Snow days were special for us. It meant family time and getting to just be with each other. No other worries. No chores or worrying about mother making it home safe from the cantina. Sometimes I feel like I can still hear my brother's giggles or my father's feet crunching in the snow as he tried to sneak up on me."

Letting out a soft sign Din pulled you into his side.

"My mother used to sing to me too. When I couldn't sleep or when she would give me baths. My father would sometimes join in and my mother would scold him teasingly for ruining a beautiful song with his garish voice."

You both chuckled at the thought.

"I wish I could remember what her voice sounded like."

Frowning you looked at your adoptive father. "I do too."

Sighing heavily Din pulled you in tighter to his side and kissed the crown of your head.

"Get some rest ad'ika."

Shutting your eyes you rested your head on Din's shoulder and let sleep wrap you in its warmth.

You hadn't been asleep very long when you heard a deep humming filling your dreams.

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writingwithacupoftea · 4 years ago

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The Perfect Birthday Present

Summary: Y/N Shelby’s birthday was fast approaching, and Tommy has no idea what to buy for her. Who would have thought that a night of drunken antics would give him the perfect answer?

Word Count: 2462

Y/B/M = Your birth month

A/N: Is this fic basically a belated birthday present to myself? Yes. Is it completely different to the one I planned? Absolutely 😂 Hope you all love this one as much as I do 💜

Upon Tommy's arrival back to Arrow House, Mary could tell as soon as he stepped out of the car that he was in a foul mood, even by his standards.

He'd been in London for the past week, sorting out some business. That part of the trip had gone well, Tommy had conceded, but the same couldn't be said for the other part of his mission: finding a birthday present for Y/N. In the past the Shelby's had clubbed together to buy presents, however this year Tommy wanted to get Y/N something special that was just from him.

It was to be a thank you, really, for having put up with his shit for so long, yet never wavering in her loyalty to him. To say that he was supposed to be the one looking after her, for Y/N was his little sister, the roles had definitely been reversed over the last few years: she had helped him through his nightmares and opium addiction, provided him with brutal and blatant honesty (no matter how much he sulked or raged afterwards until he realised that she was right), and had dropped everything to move to Arrow House with him and Charlie after Grace's death.

To say that he was grateful for Y/N would be an understatement.

But seeing as everyone knew that Thomas Shelby was abysmal when it comes to talking about emotions, he wanted to show it in the only way he knew how – spending ridiculous amounts of his money on her.

He had dragged Ada through all of the best shops in London, looking for something spectacular to gift to Y/N. Tommy had ignored Ada's reminders about Y/N's love for simplicity and the little things: in his eyes, Y/N deserved the best that money could buy, so that's what he would get for her.

Yet nothing that they had looked at seemed quite right – it just wasn't Y/N enough. He should've realised then that Ada was right.

So Tommy returned to Warwickshire a day earlier than expected, empty-handed, exhausted and annoyed at himself.

Curiosity took over, however, upon hearing music echoing through the halls of Arrow House. After following it, even Tommy's seemingly ice-cold heart melted slightly at the sight that greeted him home: Y/N has dug out the old gramophone, which hadn't been used since Grace had died, and she was dancing around the room with a whiskey in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other.

Tommy smiled softly at the sight of his sister swaying to the music, unaware that she was being watched. She looked young and happy and carefree, a far cry from her usual reserved and guarded self. Tommy forgot about his own troubles just watching her, enjoying seeing Y/N so alive.

But quickly, his mood changed and the smile vanished. Tommy found himself mourning, almost, the life that Y/N should've had, but because of him she could never live. Times like this shouldn't have been a rarity for his little sister: her whole life should have been filled with the unabated joy that exuded from her in this moment. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at every turn, cleared up the mess after each of his mistakes and constantly walked the streets with a target on her back.

Y/N chose this moment to turn around, having noticed that her glass was empty once again, and was momentarily stunned at seeing Tommy. That feeling passed in an instant, however, and she found herself barrelling across the room, throwing herself into her brother's arms. "TOM!" Her delight could be seen from a million miles away.

"You alright?" He rubbed her back gently as they hugged, and he noticed the strong smell of whiskey on her. "How many of those have you had?" Tommy gestured to the empty glass sat on the table, which Y/N was now refilling, along with a second one that she poured for him.

"Only one or two, Tom." Despite her best efforts to look and sound innocent, what Y/N didn't realise was that her flushed cheeks and the devilish glint in her eye gave her away, causing Tommy to smirk in amusement.

The track on the record changed to a lively Charleston, which only sounded vaguely familiar to Tommy's ears, however sparked far more of a reaction from his sister. She gasped loudly and downed her drink in one, slamming the glass down on the table, causing Tommy to raise his eyebrows at her. Y/N had a large smile plastered on her face as she exclaimed "Oh , I love this one!" She ran to turn the volume up, and started dancing once more.

"Won't this wake Charles up?" Tommy wasn't in the mood to deal with the screaming baby, especially if he was already fast asleep.

"Oh no, Tom, he's the reason I got the gramophone out in the first place. What I've discovered over the last few days is that your son adores music." Y/N turned to face Tommy, and adopted the matter-of-fact tone that she used so frequently with him. "A little dance to something upbeat to tire him out, then you put something gentler on and in no time at all he's out like a light."

Tommy felt guilt bubbling up inside of him, replacing his amusement at his younger sister's drunken state. Y/N had managed to find the solution that he had been looking for since Charlie's birth in a matter of days. It showed how little he knew about his own son, and was just another thing Y/N had had to figure out on her own, another problem that she had taken upon herself to solve for him.

Following Tommy's long silence, Y/N looked over at her elder brother, noticing the sad and far-away look on his face, and held out a hand dramatically towards him. "Will you join me, Tom, or have you forgotten how to dance?"

"I'm tired, Y/N/N. Another time, perhaps."

"So you have forgotten."

"Remember who taught you how to dance, sweetheart." His gaze softened as he recalled fond memories of his sister stepping on his toes. "Anyway, I don't think I could keep up with you now I'm older, as you kindly keep reminding me."

Y/N smirked at this. "Yes, Tom, but I'm older as well... that's how age works." She grabbed his hands in hers and started to force him to move his body a little to the music. "Come on, old man, you're not doing anything to help those creaking bones of yours!"

Tommy sighed, realising that he wasn't escaping, and reluctantly started to dance a bit with her. Y/N cackled at how out of practice he was, his movements stiff and face void of emotion, and was determined to get her older brother to loosen up before she went to bed.

***

A couple of hours later, the room was filled with laughter and both siblings had uncontainable smiles on their faces.

Everywhere was a mess. Records were strewn across the table, as they had quickly been through every one and couldn't remember which ones they liked the best; the furniture had been shoved to the side to make more space, with Tommy's suit and tie discarded on the sofa; and empty bottles of alcohol and various glasses were dotted around the room.

It's safe to say that Y/N had succeeded in her mission – Tommy was the happiest that she had seen him in a long time. She wished that this night could last forever, just her and her favourite brother in their own little world, where none of their worries could touch them.

***

The clock on the mantlepiece would have told Tommy that it was now the early hours of the morning, but he paid no attention to it

A slower tune played as the brother and sister swayed together in the middle of the room. Y/N was half-asleep, exhaustion having taken hold as her body caught up with the amount of alcohol she had consumed. It was rare for her to spend so much time with Tommy these days, despite having moved into his home, and she refused to waste one second of it while he was in the right mood.

As for Tommy himself, he was thinking; not at the fast-pace at which his thoughts usually raced, but just thinking. Well, more reminiscing. He hadn't spent a night like this since before the war; in fact he hadn't come close to feeling this free and at peace since before the war. Even when Grace was still here, his mind was more often than not occupied by business.

He thought about the not so little girl wrapped safely in his arms. Placing a soft kiss on the top of her head, he wondered ‘When did she become so grown up? Where did the time go?’

Breaking the quiet between them, Tommy only just heard his sister’s drunken mumbles of “This is the best birthday present ever,” and felt his heart melt even more.

He observed the contented smile that rested on his sister’s face and realised that Ada was right about Y/N: she lived for the special little things in life, she lived for family and for love, not money and jewels.

Y/N lived for moments like this… and, just like that, Tommy knew what the perfect present would be.

***

Two days later, and it was Y/N’s birthday.

Since it was a Sunday, all that she had wanted to do to celebrate was to have a big lunch with all of her family. So, the whole Shelby clan, spouses and children included, piled into Arrow House for one very chaotic afternoon.

Y/N couldn't have been happier with how the day turned out. Arguments were kept to a minimum (but Y/N secretly enjoyed the slight bickering that inevitably occurred), she was able to play with all of her nieces and nephews in the garden to her heart's content, and the whole of Arrow House had a buzz about it.

Even Tommy didn't seem to be as grumpy and pre-occupied as usual. Something had changed in her brother since that drunken night, and Y/N couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. But it was a change for the better, so she wasn't going to complain or question it. Despite her longing for a night like that again, she knew that it was an unrealistic dream: Tommy had far too much on his plate nowadays, even if Y/N thought that it would do him the world of good to let go every now and again. And, Y/N admitted to herself, she had missed her big brother much more than she realised.

But Y/N didn't dwell on that for too long, knowing that she'd miss out on things if she spent too long in her own head (such as John, who had just fallen out of a tree in an attempt to beat his own children in climbing it).

***

It was dusk before the family left, and as much as it was one of the best birthdays that Y/N could remember, she was glad for the quiet and a bit of time to herself.

After eating some more birthday cake and having a cup of tea on the bench in the garden, watching as the stars gradually appeared in the Y/B/M sky, Y/N retreated back inside having discovered that it was nearly midnight.

Mary informed her that her brother had already gone up to bed for the night. On any other day, Y/N would have been surprised at this bit of news, knowing how late Tommy normally stayed up to work; but her family was exhausting when they were all together for half an hour, never mind half a day, so she quietly padded up the stairs to do the same.

Her attention was immediately drawn to a large box that rested on her bed the moment that she entered her room. Y/N would’ve been suspicious if it wasn’t for the note that sat on top of it:

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.

Love,

Tommy x”

Excitement and intrigue building up inside of her rapidly, she untied the messy bow (Tommy had clearly tried his best) and lifted the lid. Inside she found four new records and two bottles of whiskey. For a moment she was confused, but then she found a second note:

“For the next time…

T x”

Y/N felt her heart swell with emotion and tears began to line her eyes as she smiled.

She threw on her nightdress and wandered down the hall to her brother’s bedroom. Knocking gently, she pushed the door open slightly, just enough to stick her head around it. Tommy’s crystal blue eyes locked with hers and she suddenly found herself wondering why she was there at all: she and Tommy were both awful at things like this (when then were sober, anyway). There was a reason why he left the present somewhere that she would find it by herself, rather than giving it to her himself.

Suddenly feeling awkward, Y/N smiled slightly and nodded, not knowing what to say to her brother. As she began to close the door again, Y/N heard a slight chuckle from inside the room and Tommy softly called her name.

She shuffled back into the room, looking at anything but her brother sat on the bed. "I know it's late, but I just wanted to say -" But she was unable to finish that important sentence, a loud, long yawn having escaped her.

When she opened her eyes again, Y/N saw, to her surprise, an amused smile playing on Tommy's lips. He pulled back the covers on the other side of his grand bed, and raised his eyebrows, silently posing a question that he hadn't asked for a long time.

In recent years, Tommy hadn't been overly affectionate: Y/N guessed that it was just another side effect of the war. So, when the opportunity arose for Y/N to get a hug from her brother (who used to give the best hugs, not that she'd ever tell her other family members), she would never refuse.

She half-ran over to the bed and snuggled under the duvet before Tommy could change his mind. Cuddling into his side and letting the warmth envelope her, the siblings lay there in silence for a while, perfectly content.

As Y/N's eyelids began to flutter shut, she mumbled into her brother's chest a soft "Thank you, Tom," that he only just caught.

Tommy tightened his arms around his Y/N's frame in response and pressed a kiss to her hair. He turned out the light next to him as he felt his little sister's breaths even out, and whispered so that no one else could hear: "No, darling, thank you."

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petitelepus · 3 years ago

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Wow I would love to try my match up mtmte plz... I think this ganna lighten up my current mood

Ummmm I'm introverted person but I love to be socially connected with few ppl, I can make friends quickly then in few days I feel my social energy is dried out and fears begins to consum me so I give myself few days to be isolated from everyone then I begin to talk with friends with few words, I feel there is conflict in my mind I want to be around ppl at the same time I love to be alone, I'm a quick learner, I do programming, playing video games and drawing, too hard to express my words face to face but I can do express by drawing or writing, any simple gratitude can flatter me. Music is my source of inspiration, can't work without it, sadly I'm not a singer. I do have lots of bad experience of failures and I believe every human must go through the same painful path of life, I love to be recognized and I give sweet feeling to people whoever interact with me, if anyone hurt me after few chances of tolerance I give, I can be so damn heartless not a last chance to be back in my life again forever , maybe this is a reason I prefer to be alone? At the same time I love to be around ppl... Oh if I love someone, I can give them my heart and soul, I'm a loyal lover but rare who understand my feelings

Rodimus is Yandere for you!

At first, he didn't see you because you were in your isolated phase, but oh boy, when you came out...! He fell for you hard when you showed up with a wide and sunny smile. Primus, you were are a joy to have around.

He loved to learn about video games from you and he is baffled how Cybertronians didn't come up with them? You, humans, are so crafty and creative, he just falls for you harder.

One day he is making his way to your habsuite, but you aren't answering. He is heartbroken, and he fears it's because of him. Did he do something to offend you? Why weren't you talking to him? Why can't you even look at him?

He learns from Ultra Magnus that you need your own time and he feels like his Spark might shatter, but he tries to understand. It's for your own good, it's not like you are specifically ignoring HIM.

Every moment he can't be with you feels like torture to him, but he tries to hold himself back. It's for your health, it's not because of him, it's for you...!

When you come out rested and well, Rodimus is happy but he has to face it that you will leave him for a little while when you run out of juice.

Rodimus loves you, no matter how bad of a singer you think you are! He is ready to empty a whole suit for you and him so you could sing. Heck, he will go first if that makes you feel better and he is AWFUL. He will start every morning with a music broadcast to wake everyone up and he uses mostly music you like.

He tries to be worthy of you. If anyone gives you hard time, he will make sure that the bot can't have any contact with you. Rodimus tells you they were assigned to another side of the ship, but it is his secret that he changed the bot's place for you.

He could do more, but you have shown nothing but kindness to everyone, even those who wronged you so he tries his best also. For you.

He will sing praises to you and he means everything he says, but he does this in private. Others don't need to know how he worships you. He tries his hardest to prove to you that he is worthy of your feelings. Tell him to go surfing at the edge of a solar flare and he will do it if it proves how much he loves you.

You can't let his feelings just go so you accept them and he is over the moon. He is so happy and promises to bring you nothing but happiness and security. You can isolate yourself if you want, but as long as he knows that you return to him, it's alright.

#transformers mtmte #transformers #mtmte #yandere #yandere matchup #matchup #rodimus #rodimus prime #i'm sorry anons #enjoy!#Rodimus will treat you rigth

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script-nef · 4 years ago

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Mystery lady | Aizawa Shouta

Category: fluff, crack?

2.2k words; Eri has another caretaker?

“All right, we have a surprise visitor today.” Aizawa mumbled underneath his scarf, packing the rest of his paperwork into a pile. “Don’t be annoying and suffocate her.” Heads swivelled as the large door slowly creaked open to reveal the small and adorable guest.

“Eri-chan?” Midoriya shot up from his seat, eyes popping out of his head. Others followed suit, squealing at her cute attire. Aizawa lifted her up and placed her on his desk, patting her head.

“She’s available to stay with us for about an hour, or until her caretaker comes.” Everyone—well, nearly everyone—crowded over Eri, eager to talk to her. The last time they saw her was months ago, after all. Aizawa would only give small slivers of information like “she went to the hospital today” or “she’s fine, stop asking” after the students pestered him. It was only when Iida interrupted, concerned for her personal space, that they stepped back a bit.

“Ah, I have to get some forms from the staff room… Look after her for a moment. You are going to be heroes.” With that, the teacher slid out of the room with his yellow sleeping bag in tow. After he left, all attention was directed to Eri.

“It’s been ages since we last saw you! How are you, is everything okay?”

“How’s it like living with Aizawa-sensei? Is he kind? Is he taking good care of you?” They took turns asking, giving her some snacks. Watching her face light up melted their hearts.

“Yep! He asks me a lot if I’m okay and gives me sweets! He once gave me this really bitter one and laughed when I spat it out. It was a really weird but funny grin.” The class couldn’t really imagine their apathetic teacher giving anyone any other type of a smile. The same one which scared them down to their bones.

Others chimed in with their questions, ranging from “Have you gone to any other places?” to “Have you found any other foods you like?” or “Are you going to school now?” Eri answered all of them with a bright smile.

It made Midoriya almost tear up, how her attitude and personality changed from the moment they saved her from Overhaul’s grasp. He knew his influence over her wasn’t completely gone, but it was steadily disappearing, and nothing brought him greater joy than that.

“Wait, but… where do you go when Aizawa-sensei teaches us? Surely he doesn’t just leave you alone in the faculty’s dorm?” Yaoyorozu spoke up, fingers sifting through Eri’s silver locks. When Eri looked back at her in puzzlement, she replied with “that’s a fancy word for teachers.”

“Oh, [Name] looks after me.” The class looked quizzically at her, heads tilted in curiosity.

“Who?”

“[Name]! She lives with us, and she’s so kind and the best. She always wakes me up with fireflies and it’s so pretty!” Everyone stopped at that.

“...And is she like, our age, or…?”

“No? She’s an adult.”

Sparks flew around in the students’ minds as they tried to connect the dots.

Aizawa-sensei lives in the faculty dorms in the Heights Alliance. Eri-chan lives with him. This mystery person lives with Eri-chan. Therefore, she must be living with our teacher. Aizawa-sensei is living with another adult, a female, no less. What the hell?

They murmured amongst each other, trying to speculate how this was possible. Eri stared in confusion. “Why are you whispering?”

“Eri-chan, when you say ‘lives with us’, did you mean like she moved in when you moved in or she was living with Aizawa-sensei before you came?”

“She moved into the dorms after I came.” The students nodded, saying how it would be unusual for the antisocial teacher to voluntarily live with anyone. Or for anyone to agree to the arrangement. “But she told me she was living with him before he came into the dorms. She complained about it a lot, how she had to travel every day just to see him. She’s happier now!”

This made them stop again. But in an attempt to stop interrogating her about this mysterious lady and focus on Eri herself, Kirishima steered the conversation.

“Uh, so what do you do all day?”

“[Name] is an artist, but she said she was also a teacher. I’m being homeschooled by her, but it’s so fun! And she always makes cakes and candy apples as a well-done reward. Then we take naps, watch TV and then eat dinner when Aizawa-san comes back. We sometimes go to the park and have picnics. She drew me a rabbit to play with on the grass and it came to life. It was so cute!”

Eri’s bubbly and enthusiastic voice made everyone coo at her adorableness. After sitting in countless non-hero lessons, she was like a ray of sunshine which brightened up their day. They didn’t know who this lady was, but she was apparently taking incredibly good care of their “little sister”.

“You must really like her then! She sounds like a lovely person.” Uraraka wiped the smudge of chocolate off Eri’s cheek, pinching it lightly in the process.

“Yep! She’s really lovely and hugs me a lot. Sometimes she calls Aizawa-san over and we cuddle for hours while watching movies!” This was the sentence which absolutely broke everyone’s brain. They stared dumbfoundedly at her confused face until one of them regained their ability to speak. Now that she said that, there was no way they could skip past this person.

“Can you… tell us more about [Name]? Especially about her and Aizawa-sensei?”

“Um, well…”

“Wow, I am lost. My lack of sense of direction never ceases to amaze me… that’s the third time I’ve walked past the Nurse’s Office. Hm, not worrying at all, I’m perfectly fine.” A breath of fatigue and annoyance slipped out as you made a right, even though that’s what you did last time. “Ah yes, all around me are familiar signs, but no faces. If only the song could come true.”

The empty corridors were being filled with your muttering until you stopped in your tracks. “Wait a second, she’s in 1-A. Which means it would be on the second floor since the first would be the teacher’s lounges and whatnot. I need to go upstairs. Ugh, why didn’t I think this 10 minutes ago?” A pause. “It’s because I don’t use my two withering brain cells.”

Even on the second floor, you found yourself lost. Another 10 minutes would have been wasted trying to gauge your location if it weren’t for the loud squeals and shouts exploding out of a room. That fits the description Shouta gave. Energetic and no regards for the eardrums of anyone nearby, especially ones trying to sleep.

As you came closer, individual voices could be heard.

“Aizawa-sensei did that? I can’t believe it!”

“He doesn’t seem like a romantic type at all. I should believe the sky is collapsing before this.”

“He does it all the time, every single day. Ah, that’s her! [Name]!” Slipping into the classroom and nodding to the students, you carefully embraced the small child and held her up in your arms. The weight of her body on your arms and her arms around your neck immediately calmed your heart rate down.

“Oh thank goodness I found you, I had no idea where I was! I swear I’m worse than Zoro when it comes to finding my way around.”

“Who’s Zoro?”

“Uhm, a fictional character you don’t need to worry about. You’re too young for One Piece.” Eri nodded with a smile and pulled at your sleeve. “Yes, dear?”

“[Name], they’re all Aizawa-san’s students! They’re so nice!”

“Yes, Grumpy told us about them, right? The band of misfits who he loves very much even though he never said it out loud or sometimes says the complete opposite. Remember how he said ‘I would rather drink an entire bottle of balsamic vinegar than go to another class’ yesterday but still woke up at 6? He’s such a tsundere.”

“He doesn’t like it when you call him that.”

“What, Grumpy? No, he loves it, I can tell. I’m psychic.”

“Psychic?”

“I can read what other people think. It’s my Quirk.”

“Isn’t your Quirk Piggy?”

“...I have two quirks? No, that doesn’t make sense. Alright, you got me, I’m lying. And it’s Pygmalion, remember? Piggy is cute but very misleading.”

The students watched the light banter between you and Eri, eyes shifting to whoever was speaking. A lightbulb went off in Sero’s head which stopped the conversation.

“Wait, I’ve seen you around before! You’re in the cafeteria every night!” Your attention changed to the boy, and the gaggle of wide-eyed children, at that.

“Oh, I thought I was sneaky enough. Guess not. Okay, hello everyone! I’m [Surname] [Name], and I’m taking care of Eri along with that grouch you call a teacher in the faculty’s dorms. I’m not a suspicious person, I have all of my credentials and papers. And this little lady has a maths test to start!” Eri squealed and attempted to wriggle out of your arms at that, determined to escape. She slipped off and hid behind Midoriya, sticking her tongue out at you.

“I want to stay here!” You crouched down to her eye level, trying to reason with her. It was hard to say no since she barely asks for anything, and you never wanted to stop her from experiencing the outside world.

“Sweetie, these students must have their classwork to do and we might be disturbing them. And we don’t want to do that, ri—”

“Actually!” Kaminari cut in. “Sorry for interrupting, but we have absolutely no work right now!” Iida attempted to say “Yes we do.” but was smothered into silence by Ashido. “We have all the time in the world to talk to Eri-chan!” Her head spun to yours at that, large puppy-dog eyes fluttering with clasped hands. This was a move you tried to ban in the house because it instantly made you weak.

“Alright then… If we’re not disrupting you guys, then I don’t see the harm. I’ll be sitting here, just to keep an eye out for our little miss. Don’t mind me.” Making yourself comfortable, you whipped out a novel from your bag and started reading. Although, the session lasted for only 2 minutes since the lack of rambunctious noise made you look up to 21 pairs of eyes staring back at you. “Can I… help you?”

“Miss, you live with Eri-chan, right?”

“Yes. Also, just call me [Name]. Yobisute is fine, don’t be so distant!”

“Ah, right. So you live with Aizawa-sensei.”

“Yup! You guys have it hard, having Grumpy for a teacher. Although I shouldn’t be the one saying that, seeing how I’ve been going out with him for the past… 3 years? Wow, time flies.” Screams of “What?” and “He’s dating someone?” filled the room. “Ah, so he didn’t mention me, huh? Typical Grumpy.”

“What do you see in him?” Todoroki’s voice cut through the chatter. Midoriya shrieked and explained to the bichrome boy how that has an offensive meaning. “Oh, I see. Sorry.” You laughed at the boy’s lack of social understanding.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. I do want to get back at him, though. You guys want to hear about all the things he did with me over the years?” 21 heads nodded. “Well then, sit down and storytime will begin.”

Aizawa was looking at hell. Or at least a perfect replication of it in his homeroom class. You, standing in his spot and recounting everything he’s ever done with you, and his students, looking like they were practically engraving your words into their brains.

“What are you doing?” The children shrieked at his appearance. The fact that they didn’t realise he was there until he spoke up made Aizawa mentally note to increase their schoolwork in perception. It’s vital in Hero work, after all. You, on the other hand, aren’t even phased.

“What’s up, Mr Grinch? You somehow look more tired than this morning, what an accomplishment in uh… 8 hours.” He flicked your forehead for that, ignoring your yelp of pain. “This is a terrible way to treat your girlfriend!”

“And yet you haven’t broken up with me.” His students squealed and whistled at his comment. Acts which stopped as soon as he glared at them. “I’m back now, you said Eri needs to do her maths test.” He picked up the little girl from his desk and placed her on your folded arms, making sure she’s stable before letting go.

“Alright, alright, we’re going. Did you guys have fun?” A chorus of “Yes!” nearly blasted yours and his eardrums off. Eri was saved thanks to Aizawa’s quick reflexes. He clasped his hands over her ears just in time. “Nice! Okay, we have to go now. Bye guys!” Another chorus of “Bye [Name]!” echoed.

Your boyfriend followed you out of the classroom, patting Eri’s head while shooing you off. “I don’t have night patrol today.”

“That’s great! I bought some cake from that bakery around the corner. Brave through the day and come back to me in one piece, okay?” Your lips connected to his but he immediately pulled back at the screams from behind him. Nearly every single student had their face peeking out of the room, eyes glittering. “Oh oops.”

“Shit.”

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Ask me a ship and I'll tell you:

NaruSaku

Who proposed to the other first?

Naruto.

It took several practice sessions with Iruka (because Sasuke refused) pretending to be Sakura for Naruto to master the trick of kneeling and presenting the ring with an air of confidence. But when it mattered, Naruto tipped over his shoelaces (he never worn formal attire ever), accidently knocked over the table (somehow) and bumped straight into Sakura (some ninja he was), and that was how both got kicked out of the very expensive restaurant for causing ruckus.

But when Sakura said she thought "formal proposals were overrated anyway", he took her to Ichiraku, looked her dead in the eye while slurping on ramen, passed her the ring and popped the question illegibly.

Sakura understood anyway and threw a ring she brought for him on his face. She never said 'yes' but she didn't need to.

Who kissed the other first?

Naruto.

It was during a mission. They almost got caught by enemy guards (thanks to Naruto who doesn't know what it means to whisper) while they were following their target. Naruto did the only thing that would have possibly given them an edge. He pulled her to shade and initiated the kiss. Sakura only made sure they looked very convincing. Regardless to say, they got (kicked) out from the location, but without damage.

Later, this kiss inspired many more kisses that they began to steal from each other in the dark.

Who gives a good-morning kiss to other?

Sakura.

Although Naruto is always in bliss whenever Sakura stays night at his place and he is always up early if only to see her wake, it is Sakura who, when she wakes up, sleepily, kisses him first and gets out of the bed to prepare for the day. He always remain in bed until the shower is turned on.

Who likes to play with other's hair?

Naruto.

Between two of them, they both know it is Naruto's hair that is much softer to touch. It wasn't always like that of course.

But Naruto has always found Sakura's hair to be the prettiest thing he's ever seen. The way sunshine would turn it gold, and moonlight silver, has always amazed him. He would give special attention to her hair whenever they'd make love and cuddle. Once Sakura asked if he loved her only for her hair, which he doesn't refute, much to Sakura's chargin and amusement.

Who likes to play footsies?

Sakura.

There was something innately sexy about Sakura's arms and legs. It could be that she's got the best built – one that is lean and strong all the same – out of their peers. Naruto's breath hitch every time those legs brush his and her heels trace an imaginary line on his calves. They know they should focus on the meeting. They know it was inappropriate for a Hokage to be distracted in the middle of the what could be a very important meeting. But they also know his very playful and intelligent wife was adept at takes noting of everything. Everything.

Who is the dominant one?

Kurama.

As much as Sakura loves to be on the top, it becomes hard when a demon houses in your lover's body. More often than not, Kurama who more or less has become a part of their relationship would take over Naruto's body whenever Sakura would cross a particular threshold of dominance tolerated to her. Apparently, it was insulting for an alpha male like Kurama to be taken from above by a mere mortal woman, even if the said woman was his host's wife. Not that it was his body she was making love to in first place.

It's only because Naruto could feel everything even when Kurama takes his body that they put up with his sexism. Besides, Sakura doesn't mind.

Who likes to keep a picture of the other with them all the time?

Both.

They each wear a necklace bearing each other's photo inside, to remind themselves of the times they were missing out on, of their significant other waiting for them at return home, to keep them company for the late nights when they get too busy with their duties.

Who likes to buy the other gifts?

Naruto.

He always send his clones to get Sakura flowers to cheer her up on days he hears about loss in the hospital. He often requests Gaara for new poisons he knows Sakura will enjoy in her lab. He takes her out on dates even after years of marriage – particularly to that very expensive restaurant, where he had planned to propose to her, that had kicked them out. They act deliberately loud in that one, but they don't get kicked out of course. Nobody minds what you do when you have power.

Most days, they don't send gifts for one another not because they couldn't but because those things don't spark joy in the face of the brighter things. Like, when Sakura comes to pick him up from office after her late shift, knowing he would still be cooped up in his office because he lost track of time.

Who takes initiative in making physical contact?

Sakura.

She would hit him whenever he would make a mistake, forget something important, or skip meals. Then, next moment she would be patting him like he were a dog, kiss his woes away and be on her merry way. She would come to his office to check if he had his lunch, and would force feed him if he hadn't (more often than not). She would drag him out of his office if he isn't home by 12 or would stay and help him until the work is done. She wasn't gentle nor romantic by any stretch, but she would always touch him for one reason or other.

Who plans their dates?

Naruto.

His clones come in handy. They'd scout the area and report back their findings. Naruto would jot it all down, highlighting their specialities, an habit Shikamaru and Sakura drilled into him, and allows Sakura to make her choice for their next date. Life is simple for them when it comes to making choices. It is when they are together that life becomes exciting.

Who was shy on their first date?

Neither.

Their first date had been no different than any normal meetups they've had before. Except with lingering touches, an innocent kiss turned make up session, and a hug.

Who wakes up the other?

Before marriage: Naruto would wake up first and help Sakura get started on her day – would make her coffee just the way she liked, set her outfit out by the vanity, make sure her bag is set just so she doesn't miss her files, and make bath for them. He would join her on the bed, and wait for her to wake up so he could get his prize for his hardwork.

After marriage: They'd both be too exhausted to find energy in them to wake up. Sakura would be the first to get out of the bed, but only after giving Naruto his customary kiss, and would set bath for them. Her husband would still be lost to the world so she would carry his sleepy ass into bath and prepare him for the day so they could once again be on their way to face the world.

Who was shy in taking their relationship to next level?

Sakura.

When Naruto and Sakura engaged in a kiss that was more passionate than they ever experienced before, Sakura knew what was coming. Her mind was a turmoil of emotions that had nothing to do with the heat that flared inside her body.

Sakura was no stranger to kisses. She liked – no, loved – kissing Naruto senseless. She could think of hundred ways that could make Naruto respond to her with only a kiss, and she loved that he loved kissing her. But, her body was her vulnerability. She could think hard but still would draw blank if it's about telling one positive detail about her body. Naruto always looked at her like she was the only woman in the world – and while the sentiment was flattering, it meant expectations. She was terrified of disappointing him. She didn't want to consider the possibility of him finding her body undesirable. They were dating, not married. He had no ties to her, he was free to find someone who he'd be attracted to, a better life, with someone who'd be a lot, lot better than her. She loved him, and she knew he loved her, but the chances of her messing this up were astronomical and –

Naruto pulled away from the kiss to look at her, to understand why she froze in his arms. He didn't understand the reason behind her anxiety – why she would freeze whenever his hands would inch a little too close to her chest or a little below her hips – so he did what she really wanted him to: stop.

One night, Sakura murmured her fears into his ears and Naruto, who had never seen her look so timid and breakable, gave her what she needed the most: time.

Time until marriage so she wouldn't have a reason to be afraid.

Who hogs up the blankets in their sleep?

Naruto.

When it happened for the nth time, Sakura threatened to kick Naruto out of the bed with only his dear blankets to shelter him from cold. He nodded his consent of course, but it repeated the next day and the day after, too, but Sakura is nothing if not adaptable, so she has thus learnt to keep another blanket on her side of the bed so she doesn't die in her sleep on cold mornings.

Who is easy to get jealous?

Sakura.

You can't help some things from happening when your boyfriend-turned-husband is a war-hero, as Sakura learnt it one week into her dating him. While she isn't bothered per se – being considered quite a hit among men and popular across countries herself – but there is a bold line between people admiring your lover and people feeling up your lover.

It is only because her reputation and her glare which is known to promise suffering that people scurry away from Naruto whenever she is in the vicinity.

No, Sakura is just worried for Naruto. She knows her husband wouldn't try things if he knows what's best for him.

Who cooks in the house?

Naruto.

Sakura can't cook rice to save her life. Period. Everyone in team 7 is well-aware about her inability to be domestic in general. Naruto finds it endearing most of the times– times when she is not attempting to make him her test subject for her culinary experiments.

They don't need chef to make them dinner when they return home, Naruto always makes sure to send a clone to make them dinner. Sakura has more than once told him that she was the luckiest woman in the world to have him as her husband. He makes them fresh bentos through clones. He tries new recipes whenever he gets a day off and surprises Sakura with his skills. Their sundays involve just them and their kitchen.

Sakura still insists on making them dinner whenever she could. She learnt to make a decent ramen after a month long – disastrous – training from Ayame. Although Sakura always adds too much of something, Naruto always licks his bowl clean because to him her ramen is only second to Ichiraku.

Who 'protects' and who 'nurtures'?

Sakura protects him.

Naruto nurtures her.

(Ask me a ship! But not in the comments section lol)

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