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majorproblems77 · 8 months ago

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Hello LU fans! I'm back with another LU update analysis! :D

Are you ready cause there's so much to unpack I'm gonna be here a while. Like last time I'm gonna put a timer on lmao, see how long this takes me.

As always grab your popcorn and drink of choice, cause we need hydration in this life.

all art belongs to @linkeduniverse and Jojo, and if I pull panels from any other pages I'll let you know where it's from! :D

Obviously spoilers for Dawn 8 :D

And a note, I've not played TP or WW, you'll see why thats important later.

Let us begin, shall we!

Man, Poor wild, he's probably beating himself up like there's no tomorrow right now. He looks HORIFIED.

Probably because in technicality, he failed.

I love how he's holding his sword here too. Kinda acting as a shield to the conversation.

Same expression as wild. He also looks horrified. Infact the resemblance between these two in uncanny.

Man time really is the dad isnt he. Unimpressed dad look at 12'oclock. Jokes aside he doesn't look angry about it. He looks like he now gathering information from those who finished the fight. As we know once he left with Twilight he was the only other one to not make it back to the fight.

Thats a fair sentence, thinking about it, I think the only other game where Iron Knuckles appear is in one of Hyrule's games? I'm surprised he's not mentioned anything about it.

Most of the others do have armoured enemies though. So while the others dont have direct experience I assume they have the basics.

All but, Sky and Wars None of them fight armoured enemies like that in their games.

I assume because he's defeated this thing like it was a guardian (Stasis and then wailing on it cause that's what i would do lmao) He assumed it was defeated when it exploded into pieces. Like guardians are prone to do. tbh he was probably gonna go back to look for loot at some point.

You tell them Wind. The small hero, underestimated by everyone BUT Time. Was correct thank you.

Justice for the windy boy.

God Wild really is beating himself up about this. I love the fact that we see four's reaction to this statement. As to be honest. Over the last few nights, Four and Wild have had plenty of bonding moments. These guys are gonna become best friends.

And now we get Time.

The way he's looking over these panels. That look. He know's he's the leader of this group but something that Time isn't used to is making Permanent mistakes.

He has the Ocarina of Time, and when he was back in Termina every time something went wrong he could just play the song of Time and restart the three-day cycle with no trouble at all.

Time, as a person. Isnt technically used to failing.

This panel is stunning. It's what I assume is going on inside his head. It's so pretty. It's so detailed it's just oh man easily one of my favourite panels.

now you know i had to talk about panels with my beloved blorbo in.

first off he's so pretty. Jojo has really outdone herself with just how amazing these updates have looked. The lighting the shading its all just so incredible.

The first half of this panel with Sky's face. He, He is beating himself up about the injury. He had nothing to do with it but he cares so much about the rest of the group he feels bad. He kinda looks like he's thinking about it. Like he can see it. Like time did but we dont see inside Sky's head.

Makes me think about what exactly he saw.

And Twilight's face, he looks so sad. His little pout. Poor wolf boy, which we can now call you properly as the rest of them know now.

And to be honest I'm glad he's standing his ground. Mr, My injury isn't that bad before falling over. the stubborn ranch hand strikes again.

The parallels from this frame and the one from later have been mentioned elsewhere but I'm just gonna post the frame here as it's turned up. Run you coward lizard. Run.

Captain link is back. Poor warriors, he's still showing signs of being stressed. He's one of the only one's who hasn't been able to rest over the downtime that they've had. He's been busy being in charge of the group while Time was out.

I can only assume it's only a matter of time before this comes back to get him. Maybe he is next on the chopping block? (Pun kinda intended) Something could happen and he messes up and gets hurt of causes someone to get hurt.

oh and also

THE SCARF

THE SCARF THE SCARF

IT HAS RETURNED ALL HAIL THE BLUE EMOTIONAL SUPPORT BLANKET WARRIORS NEEDED YOU.

None of us did, Hyrule.

The boys ever, I'm glad they are talking about this like this. And that it's legend who's starting to throw ideas out there like this. As the one who's got the most experience in the group, it makes sense that he would be the one to start offering ideas as to Why not just how.

Because you pissed it off Sky. Because half of you pissed it off. In fact I do believe he had a bunch of panels in Shifting Shadows pt2 where you indeed pissed it off.

The entire reason it started running from you and Twilight had to track it was because of FI's reaction to his sword.

Wait... that explains the guilt. It is actually potentially Sky's fault. Or if he's anything like I think he is. He remembers that fight with the shadow and knows.

He knows.

Also, with clenched fist Sky is ready for a fight. Next time the shadow turns up I assume he's gonna go after it when it's inevitablebly goes after Twilight/Wild. Maybe he'll jump in after being told not too because the Master sword appears to be the only thing as of right now that can fight the red stuff that comes off the shadows sword.

did you hear Warriors shiver? I did.

And you'd know all about that wouldn't you Four. :D

Also

Mandatory Sky appreciation picture

Him's my beloved blorbo. He's wonderful. Such a lil guy. Bestest bean. My beloved. /pl

Anyway moving on

Oh yeah, the amount of power that the items list contains We've seen the arsenal that they have between them (in the December art).

We saw what just Time could do.

Now add the rest of them and the enemies dont stand a chance. They've just gotta figure out how to either avoid the weapons of each other or work as a team with the arsenal in hand to fight better.

Like imagine if Twilight used his gale boomerang to send Wild into the air.

(Writer brain go brr, gonna write that down)

It's basically Revalis Gale.

This man is so damn dramatic I love him

And here's the parallel frame

the shadow running towards Warriors vs running away from Twilight.

You know thinking about it... Shadow didn't shapeshift until Twilight did. The push towards Warriors was when shadow thought they were on level footing.

But when Twilight went after Dink, he was the one who had to flee because he lost his advantage.

ANGRY SKY ANGRY SKY ANGRY SKY

The man is pissed that Shadow hurt Twilight. He is so damn mad and I think that he is saying what he would assume Fi would. (With more emotion because well, Fi)

Also that last frame.

TIME AND SKY ANGST ON THE HORIZON?

time is looking towards the master sword. And he looks angry. This will absolutely have gone unnoticed by the others because if they saw he was angry it was probably just because of the conversation topic.

god I love the dynamic here and I'm excited to see if it goes anywhere

Him's I love his simple way of agreeing its wonderful.

I approve to wind let's go blow some stuff up!

Hyrule shows the group why he is called the traveller. The man just wants to go on his adventures let him go!

Sky is so proud of himself

this face says 'Look guys I didn't give it to the weird toilet hand! :D'

I love this man a healthy amount.

One last thing before I go

I love this update as a whole, seeing the group gear up and getting to see the layers of the armour and straps and fastenings being put on while they are having this discussion is amazing.

I'd give you a collection of pictures but Tumblr is being rude and I can't post more than 30. So you can have these as all four panels show what I'm talking about.

Twilight adjusting his gauntlets warriors adjusting his scarf.

Hyrule attaching his shield to his back and putting his sword strap on.

God, I love this update so much. It was amazing and I very much enjoyed it. Let me know what you think! :D

Thank you as ever for reading my rambles i appreciate you :D

Have a wonderful day and dont forget to hydrate! See you next time!

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the-kr8tor · 9 months ago

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Stem the Tide

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 5.7k

Tags: Use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, CW food mentions, TW blood, CW injury, TW death, CW vomit mention.

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CHAPTER 8 >>> CHAPTER 9

There's water in your lungs.

Hobie's injuries scream at him to stop swimming, but he doesn't, not until he swims you to safety. He has you placed on a piece of the revenge, a shattered part of it, all splintered wood and sharp edges that dig into his skin.

The storm has subsided, the sea monsters went back into the water, the thought should ease him but he'd rather have the beasts within eyesight if possible. The sky is still dark and blue, the sun is just about waking up to the carnage floating on the depths.

His other half is paddling away from the trenches where the creatures could lie in wait. Eyes gradually searching for his crew but his main priority is you. You who haven't opened your eyes, you who haven't breathed nor moved. He worries, grief calling for him once again.

The fear of losing you is the only thing keeping him moving.

His arms ache as he tries to restart your heart. Pounding and pushing into your chest, doing his best not to crack any of your ribs. Chapped lips breathing life into you, inflating your lungs, chest heaving up but you don't expel the water. He ignores the freezing water; it's almost as cold as your skin, still it burns him with every touch he gives you.

You haven't breathed on your own for a long while.

He curses himself, wishes that he got to you faster but with all the jaws coming towards him he had to dodge in the water and with all the strong currents he let you drown. Fuck, why wasn't I fast enough? He thinks, guilt chewing him.

“C’mon, Scuttlebutt. Fuckin' breathe.”

Hobie sees land ahead so he paddles faster.

He sucks in air, then blows into your icy mouth. Pumping and pushing, his muscles are threatening to give out.

“Not you,” tears brimming in his eyes, the sun peeks in the horizon, illuminating your lifeless face. “Please, not you too.”

A large wave almost sweeps the two of you off the raft, he protects you with his own battered body. The wave helped, the makeshift raft beaching on the sandy shores of the unknown island.

He pounds his palms continuously on your chest. Thump, thump, thump. The sound echoes in his ears like death knells.

Nothing.

Your lips are turning an unnatural shade. He doesn't focus on it, instead Hobie leans in, breathing into you once again, moving his head down, he listens intently for a sign of your heart beating.

He can't even hear a faint beating.

“Fuck!” He continues the cycle, palms compressing on your chest, mouth giving you air straight from within him. “Open your goddamn eyes!”

Hobie yells your name, full of anguish and denial. He won't give up because if it was you in his shoes, you wouldn't have.

His sobs wracked his body, yet he does it again and again and again. He can't even look at your face anymore because if he fails, he doesn't want to remember your lifeless face, instead he'd want to remember you smiling, smiling at his crew, smiling at whatever joke Pav said, smiling at him.

He'll do anything to see it again. The crew can't lose you.

He can't lose you,

“No!” In his desperation, he hammers his fist harshly on your chest.

Nothing.

He does it again. Thrashing and drumming.

Nothing.

Hobie closes his eyes, leaning down to breathe life into you one last time. He's tired, too tired to continue. Lips lingering on yours, he holds onto you tight, refusing to let go.

You wake up to lips pressing on yours and salty water rising quickly from your lungs.

Gasping and coughing, you feel calloused fingers push your body to the side as you vomit out all the water. Eyes stinging, hands digging into the sand.

You hear relieved laughter behind you, hand gripping to your shoulder, the other rubbing gently on your back.

Spitting the last salty water out of your body, you fall back on the wooden raft, eyes adjusting to the sunlight. Hobie greets you with a tired smile, fatigued yet he still finds it in himself to grin from ear to ear.

The sun blankets behind him, bathing him in its light, piercings shining, and like fate's practical joke, there's a halo behind his head.

“Please don't tell me we both died and now we both ended up in the same place.” You joke with a hoarse voice. Tongue still tasting salt. “I can barely handle you while alive and now I have to be with you even in death?”

He laughs, the sound louder than the waves on the shore. “That's the first thing you say after almost dying? Miles is right, you use humour as a crutch.” with a shaking hand, he cups your cheek, laying his forehead against your own, resisting the urge to lay his head above your chest to listen to your heartbeat, just to make sure he isn't hallucinating.

You exhale against his face, breath fanning his eyelashes, it's enough proof that death has decided to give him reprieve.

“We're not dead?” You close your eyes, savoring his presence. Hands clasped around his wrist, feeling for his pulse.

He's not dead.

“No,” he leans away, relief under his sigh. “We're alive.”

You chuckle, ghosting your thumb across the gashes on his cheek. “You did good.”

Hobie shakes his head with a smile, rolling on his back, he falls on the sand softly, arms spread out. The once white sand turns into a shade of pink under him, reminding you of his injuries.

“I did good.” Eyes closed, hand reaching towards your side, he grasps your blouse in his palm like you'd fade away if he lets go of you for even a second. The cloth is warm on his skin, realizing that you're injured.

Your cough and groan was enough to ignite his adrenaline once again.

With a hand, you stop him from moving frantically. You inhale a sharp breath, “We need a fire going.” Sitting up on your own, shivering from the cold. He observes with his hands hovering over you.

“Alright, just stay here, I'll light it.”

“No, let me help.” Your wheezing says otherwise.

Hobie grasps your chin, lifting it to face him. Your skin is on fire, he smiles at life coming back to your body. “You drowned,” he doesn't want to say the other word or it might come true. “I think that trumps over a couple of stab wounds.”

“A couple?!” You blink in surprise. “Hobie—”

“Just a few slashes. Stay here, don't cause trouble, trouble. Captain's orders.”

“You're so fucking annoying.” You flop down on the raft, gripping your weeping wound, teeth chattering.

“You could say ‘thank you’ for once.” he teases in an attempt to bring back normalcy. Staring at your sand crusted hair, seafoam draped around you, he's glad he didn't give up in saving you just for him to get a glimpse of this view.

You stare at him through wet lashes, a small pout on your warming lips. “I'm losing blood, captain.”

The simple sentence gets him to clamp up, face suddenly serious.

“Bring me a coconut!” You yell, pout replaced with a small smile. You hide your wincing with a bite of your lip, drawing blood. Looking at him upside down, he has his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“You're insufferable.” He quotes you before immediately jogging over towards the tropical forest behind you.

“And I, you.” You whisper into nothingness, touching your lips with the pads of your fingers.

—

The fire cackles next to you, the flames dance in your vision just like the fire that devoured the revenge. Smoke fills your lungs again, you cover your nose with your arm, eyes closed, trying to forget what happened. What you did.

Hobie holds a circular pendant tied to a stick, the metal glows red hot, the engraving of a wave twirls as he moves it closer to you.

You clutch the back of your head, it still stings when you press down, at least you're not freezing and wet anymore thanks to the fire next to you.

“How do I do this?” He asks, eyes flicking to your pained face.

“Just place the metal on top of my wound for a few seconds then take it off immediately. I don't want a piece of metal in me.” Your voice is muffled by your arm.

“Show me.”

Lifting up your blouse, you hiss, fabric sticking to the angry wound, revealing where the bullet pierced you. “He nicked me so there's no bullet to take out.”

“Less work for us then. Ready?”

“Yes, just use the plain side. I don't want it to leave a mark.”

“Bad news, scuttlebutt. It'll leave a mark.”

“Not what I meant. The wave, I don't want it to leave a shape.”

“I know.” Without warning, he places the bare side of the pendant on your wound. Skin sizzling, you bite into your arm, yells tamped down. Other hand gripping into his elbow. It's an unimaginable pain, you can't believe Hobie survived through two of these.

He flings it away, careful not to add to your pain. “You alright?”

You heave, a tear escaping from your eye. “I guess I deserved that.” Looking at him through half lidded eyes, he gives you a weak smile.

“You would've flinched.”

“You're right, I would've flinched. At least I'm honest about it.” You let the air kiss your searing skin. Letting your head fall on the tree trunk behind you, He watches you like you're already dead. “It was a joke, Hobie—”

“What happened to you? Below deck?” He shakes his head, glaring at your neck. You instinctively hide it under your hand, it's still tender to the touch.

“Had a run in with a very bad man. I got him though…” you nudge him with your foot. “I'm—” you can't find the right words. “I'm sorry about the ship, I had to defend myself, I didn't know the fire would—”

“The ship was already gone the moment Mathias found us.” Those grey eyes look at you intensely, remnants of the storm still leave traces behind them. “Don't apologize, you got him, that's all that matters.”

“I burned him alive, Hobie.” You blurt it out, confessing your sins. “I shot a man. I–I don't…It matters that I did that.”

He sits closer, leaving the searing metal next to him on the fire. Holding your knee, he tentatively touches your hand before he reaches for it fully. Skin meeting skin, hand holding yours, the same grey eyes soften for you.

“Let it matter then. But don't let it in, don't let them try to kill you a second time. Bury their bodies if you have to but don't mourn them.”

“Can we do that? Bury them? Not metaphorically, even without the bodies.”

“Yes, if you want to. I'll help you dig.”

You nod, gliding your thumb along the ridges of his hand. After a beat, you swallow a lump in your dry throat. “I can still hear his screams.” avoiding his eyes, you look down at the grains of sand, your tears leave patches of darker soil in its wake.

Hobie squeezes your hand. “I'll quiet it down for you.”

“How?” you look at him, eyes questioning, eyes weeping.

“I'll talk over it, make you listen to something else other than the screaming.”

You give him a tight lipped smile, forced, tears threatening to fall. You can't ignore their faces anymore. “Finn, Ned and—”

“We'll bury them too, and we'll mourn them. They deserve that much.”

“They deserve more, Hobie. Much more.” he pulls you in, seeking comfort from each other. Arms enveloping you. You let him take you in, his scent replacing the smoke clinging to your lungs.

“They do,” Mindful of each other's injuries, you lay your head on his uninjured shoulder, face buried on the crook of his neck. He does the same, nose kissing your skin. “they deserve better.”

He finds that his arms are molded to fit you.

“The others? Do you know they're alright?”

“I saw them escape, that's all I know.” You lean away, looking at him with worry. “We'll find them, but knowing Gwen they'll find us first, yeah?” he cups your jaw. “We'll get out of here, I promise.”

“I'll hold you to that.” You nod, leaving his warmth, back landing on the wood, letting yourself fall back to your old ways.

Hobie still has his hands shaped to fit you. “We have to survive first.” He taps your shoe. “Do mine next.” He lifts up his shirt, showing you all the angry gashes like a prized trophy. “Then our scars will truly match.”

—

Shoes discarded on the sand, you wade through the seafoam with Hobie. The sun glares, puffy clouds shielding you from the heat. A breeze passes by, seagulls squawk above.

“We could eat those.” He pipes up, kicking something under the sand.

“The sand?”

“The birds, thought you were supposed to be the smart one.” Leaning down, he grabs something red buried in the sand. “Help me with this.”

You stretch your shoulders, careful of your own injuries. Copying his stance, you both pull. “How do we even catch one?”

“Pistol, a spear or a trap.” He does all the work of pulling while you're still aching. His injuries still hurt but he'd rather do all the work than let you strain yourself. “Trust me, after eating fish for three days straight, you'd beg for something else to eat.”

“You think we'll be stuck here for three days?” you tug in sync, pulling it with all your strength.

“Maybe more—” he scoffs, finally hauling the fabric out. “It's our sail. Bloody hilarious.” the crimson lay half buried in the sand, tattered.

Ned would hate seeing it like this.

You trace the stitching around the edges, remembering how his expert hands once weaved around it.

“Oi” he brushes his knuckles on your hand to get your attention. You feel his broken skin briefly. “We could use this as our roof.”

“Mm-hmm, you do that and I'll continue searching around the shore. Maybe my satchel got washed up too” you let go of the cloth, already walking away.

“Nah, I'll come with.” He bunches up the sail in his arms, drowning his entire body in red.

Crimson like the eyes of the beast.

You shake your head, giving him a faint smile. “We can't stay together the entire time we're here. We'd drive each other crazy.”

Hobie catches up to you, wide strides and long legs sauntering over to your side. “Good thing I'm already bonkers.” he passes by you, looking over his shoulders to see your wide eyes looking at him. “Hurry up before the sun sets.”

You shake your head, jogging to walk by his side. “I bet in three days we'd start killing each other.”

He snorts. “I beg to differ.”

“Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

After a minute of walking along the beach, you find a washed up crate. Hobie opens it with the butt of his gun, punching a hole straight through. You pray that it's medical supplies or at least food.

He laughs, clutching his side, leaning on the box. Beckoning your confused self, he drapes his arm around your shoulder, showing you the contents.

You blink confused at the brown bricks. “Is this tea?”

He continues to chuckle like he heard an inside joke that you're not privy to. Taking one in his hand, he weighs it, surprised that it wasn't damaged by the sea water, he thanks whoever packed it well.

Opening the packaging, he brings it close to your nose. “Here.”

You flinch back, burnt skin tugging on your side. “What the hell! I'm not smelling that!”

He laughs louder, you wonder if his injuries ache too. “Just smell it and tell me what you think it is.”

“No! What if it's solid shit?”

“It's not! Solid shit? Really?” His broken lips hurt as he smiles wider. “Do you not trust me?”

You suck in your teeth, “fine, if this is shit I'm drowning myself.” With apprehension, you lean forward to sniff. “Is that?” You sniff again, this time with a laugh. “Holy shit!”

“It's bloody chocolate.” You grab his hand, smelling the sweet treat. “Guess you got your wish. An entire crate of ‘em too.”

“I can't fucking believe that it hasn't melted yet!” He hands you the entire bar and you grin. You both guessed that one of the navy ships was carrying it. “We only need a crate full of alcohol and we're good.”

Hobie clasps your arm, “We can stay here forever if we do find one.”

“Fuck off.” You say in between laughs. “I'm not staying here forever—” your smile falters, fear enters your body.

“What?” He turns around, following your line of sight.

A body, there's a body washed up on the shore. It's draped in a blue uniform and seaweed, seagulls land near it, tentatively pecking.

“Stay here.” He murmurs, draping the sail on top of the crate. You grasp his hand before he leaves your side. “Y/N, stay here.”

“No, what if he's still alive?” you hold on to him tighter.

He nods, eyes roaming your tensed face, your shoulders are straight, eyes staying on the body. “Alright, but walk behind me, yeah?”

You nod.

With every step, your fear encapsulates you further down to your feet, the warmth on your soles keeps you alert. Yet, your hand stays on the cold hilt of your dagger.

Hobie kicks the corpse, it stays unmoving. A group of crabs start to scavenge the body, pinching and taking skin.

“He's dead. No need to worry.” He looks at you over his shoulder, glancing at your tight grip on the dagger.

“What if we're not the only ones here?” your breath shudders at the thought.

“I'll sweep the island—”

“We'll sweep the island.”

He doesn't protest, knowing you won't take no for an answer. “Fine, just—” grabbing your hands, he fixes your hold on the dagger, guiding your fingers around the hilt. You freeze on the spot. “There, better.” He tugs at the weapon, it doesn't budge in your hold. “Now they can't take it from you. Don't let them take it away from you.”

“I won't, I promise.”

—

The island is small, smaller than you thought it would be. Green foliage and tropical trees cover half of the island. Dry leaves crunch under your foot, critters slither and chatter under the tall grass, making you conscious of where you land your feet. The rays of the sun peek behind the tree tops. Exotic sounding birds sing above the branches, their rainbow feathers fly overhead, leaving a breeze to flutter against your cheeks.

You almost run into Hobie when he stops abruptly. He whistles out, reaching blindly behind him to grasp your hand.

“Come on.”

Surprisingly enough, you don't let go, locking your fingers around his, letting the warmth course through your skin.

You hear rushing water.

“We're fuckin' lucky.” He pauses, watching you peek from behind to see what's in front.

You're in awe at the small waterfall, misty water cascading like unfurled silk; it splashes cool water down into a plunge pool. Before you know it, Hobie's stripping down to his knickers.

“Woah! A bit of a warning!” You cover your eyes quickly.

He hoots before you hear a loud splash.

Hobie calls your name, you can hear his smile from how he utters it.

“It's fresh water! We can drink this!” He yells over the sound of the waterfall.

“I'm not drinking your bath water!” You still avoid him, glancing all over the place except for where he swims.

“The water isn't stagnant! It's clean! Come over here!”

“No!”

“I'm not fuckin' naked, Y/N! Just fuckin' come here.”

With a stomp of your foot and a click of your tongue, you glance at him, avoiding staring at his bottom half.

“Someone else could still be here, Hobie and you're relaxing!”

“No one's here, trust me. We've swept the entire place, there's no one here. Jus’ us” He floats and you immediately look away. Laughing, he lets the water wash over him.

“Well I'm glad you're having fun!” You say sarcastically. “But I'll walk around so you don't get stabbed in the water.”

“I can finally teach you how to swim! Get in!” He teases, knowing you won't actually swim with him while he's practically in his birthday suit.

“Nope!” You walk away but still staying close to him. “Maybe when you're not naked I'll reconsider!”

“Suit yourself! Wait!” You pause, “Stay close, yeah?”

Nodding, you wave with the dagger.

You walk around the area, avoiding colorful flowers that you're too afraid to touch. Hands grazing the top of the tall grass, you gasp when a familiar plant catches your sight.

“What?!” You hear Hobie shout, “you alright?!”

“I'm fine!” You yell back. “Keep floating like a turd!”

He laughs, a second later you hear splashing.

—

You sit on the banks of the pool, tired muscles sagging into the dirt, your pockets are full of medicinal herbs. You're just glad you found the right plants that can help to stave off infection. If only you had a mortar and pestle then it'll help with digesting the bitterness better.

Drawing swirling patterns on the dirt with your dagger, you don't look at him, only flicking your eyes to see if he hasn't drowned from napping in the water. He floats aimlessly, skin glistening under the sun, toned chest and scars in full display. You huff, moving your eyes away from his body. Yet your mind wonders where he got them, it's better to think about it than letting your mind wander back to what happened on the revenge and your almost death.

The slight sting of your injuries helps keep you awake at least.

“You hungry?” You almost jump when he suddenly appears on the edge of the pool, arms tucked under his chin, grey eyes looking expectantly at you.

“A little. You?”

“Starving. We're gonna need to make a shelter soon.” Hobie twists in place, head resting on the ground, face staring up at the afternoon sky.

You scooch closer, he smiles when your upside down face fills his vision. “Do you know where we are?”

“No, I'm guessing we're in one of the thousand islands. We were near it when we—Just be glad that we didn't land on a cannibal island.”

“There's no such thing.” He reaches up, wiping the sweat off your brow. “Right?” you almost lean into his touch.

“We got attacked by a bloody sea monster, ‘m sure there's an island somewhere with cannibals.”

“True.” You shrug, trying not to remember what the beasts look like or even sound like. “Did you piss your pants too when they came up from the water?” Teasing, you fall into relaxation with him.

“No, I shat myself.” You laugh loudly. Hobie thinks he has the best seat in the house. “Can't fuckin' believe they're real.” He can't believe you're real.

“Still feels like a dream. Someone has to know those things exist.” The sun illuminates the side of your face, lighting up your features. He can't help but reach up again with the same excuse to wipe your face. “Thanks, I'm sweating a lot.”

“Really? I haven't noticed.” You roll your eyes. “Maybe if you take a dip then—”

“Nope.” To his dismay, you move away from his view. “Come on, fishman, we need to get started on shelter.”

“I just said that.” He stands up, groaning along the way, you look away. “and really? Fishman? That the best you can do, stinky?”

“Stinky?” You cross your arms on your chest, hearing clothes shuffle behind you. “What are you five?”

“Could say the same thing to you,” his face suddenly appears on your shoulder. You yelp, groaning comically, briskly walking away in annoyance. “Wrong way, scuttlebutt.”

You turn heel, trudging in a different direction while he chuckles.

—

Standing in knee deep sea water, the sun beaming down, soft sand under your toes and your stomach growling to be fed, you stand near Hobie whose trousers are folded up to his knees. The water laps at your legs, warm enough to be comfortable but cool enough to keep you in the water. Tiny fish weave around your legs, their fins brushing your skin.

“There!” you point too fast that you pull a muscle but you pay it no mind when Hobie misses the fish again with his makeshift spear.

“Fuck!” The spear is sticking out of the sand, Hobie who is equally starving kicks the water, it splashes all over your blouse.

Great, you're hungry and wet.

You huff loudly, frustrated like the man next to you. “I'm hungry.”

“I know.” He says flatly. Taking out the spear, he aims again.

The fish wiggle in the water like it's mocking Hobie.

“Maybe we can survive eating chocolates and coconut for the rest of our days?” You wipe the sweat off the back of your neck. “Or I can start catching some crabs.”

“Fuck this!” He yells, drawing his gun, he shoots at the fish, the bullet hits the water like a tiny cannonball, splashing you again.

It's a bullseye.

You scream when he grabs the still bleeding fish. Hobie smiles wildly, yelling triumphantly.

You both jump up and down in the water giddily.

—

The fire roars in front of you, your dinner needs some seasoning but it's better than sleeping hungry with only chocolate to fill your stomach. Times like this you miss Finn's cooking, and him.

Hobie looks at you through the fire, he's thinking of the same thing. Wishing that he wasn't.

“What kind of fish is this?” you break the quiet to stop your thoughts.

“The edible kind.”

“You have no idea do you?” Narrowing your eyes at him, you scoff.

“Fuck if I know.” Hobie shrugs, scrunching his nose.

“You're a pirate.” You stop chewing.

“Yes and? I'm not a bloody fisherman.”

“I thought you'd know, because you're in the sea most of the time.”

“Fishing was James’ job not mine.”

“Kinda wishing James was here then.” You murmur but he still hears.

“Give me your bloody fish, you ungrateful bastard.” he reaches towards you and in turn you pull your fish away from him.

“No!” he chuckles at your reaction, shaking his head before silence drapes over the peace you've both created.

You keep munching on the plain mystery fish. Hobie was kind enough to catch (shoot) another fish so you don't have to share one. It's flaky in your hands, now you smell like sweat, blood and fish. The greatest smell combination in the world.

You chew, “I need new clothes.” and a bath but you'll never admit it to Hobie.

“That bloke has some,” he points with his chin at the dead body, laying further at the beach.

“Ew, I'd rather stay in these.” You grimace, looking down at the tattered and singed cloth that's holding on to its last leg.

“I don't mind that, I can actually see your elbows from here.” he smirks, trying to look flirty but with him chomping on a fish head it ended up looking more hilarious than cute.

“My elbows? Oh you pervert.” Yet there's heat behind your cheeks even when his own cheek is covered in fish scales. “Should we bury him?” you change the subject.

“We should or it'll stink,” he flicks his grey eyes at you, the simple act wakes up the butterflies in your stomach, or maybe that's the fish. “like you.”

“I don't stink” a lie of course.

Hobie laughs into his half eaten fish. “I can smell you from here.”

“No you don't, that's the fish!”

“What's the difference?”

You flick a fin at him, it hits him on his head, sticking to his hair. Laughing, you take another bite, something hard almost breaks your tooth. You stop giggling, spitting out a round metallic thing.

Realization hits you, Hobie peeks at your hand,

His sudden loud guffaw makes you throw the bullet at him. He dodges it, still laughing hard and with a fish fin stuck to his hair.

“This is why fishermen don't shoot at fish!” You end up cackling too, finding his laughter contagious. “I almost bit into it!”

He guffaws louder, hiding his face and you get a full view of the fin on his hair. You shake your head, standing up to sit next to his shaking form.

“Stop moving! Let me get that thing off.” You grab it, throwing it into the fire.

His laughter subsides, staring at you with those stormy eyes. He sniffs, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for you to say something that could hurt or for him to say something that would make you leave. But you don't and he stays silent. Just reveling in each other's presence.

You read his expression, his lips still hidden under his hand but his eyes say everything. You don't want to ruin the night but you have to tell him or it'll eat at you, not letting you sleep and you ending up looking at him with pity and grief. You don't want that, you want to continue to look at him like you've recently found out from Miles, with reverence and fondness that's out of your reach.

“I'm sorry.” Your words don't hurt him but your expression brings a pang in his heart. “About…everything.”

“‘s not your fault.” Grief knocks on his door and he refuses to answer. “Nothin' to be sorry about.”

“Feels like it is.”

“You're not the one who killed them.” Grief tries to barge in on him, he blocks the door, still refusing to let it in. “There's nothin' to forgive.”

“Still, I'd like to apologize. They were good men.” Against your own better judgment, you take his hand, he doesn't flinch away, even twisting his hand to hold yours properly.

“Do you want to say goodbye? To them?” he murmurs like he isn't sure of it himself.

Hobie refuses to let it in, not again, not in front of you.

“Yes, but we'll do it once you're ready.” You whisper to him like the world could hear his secret.

Hobie sighs. Heart aching, he doesn't want to say goodbye, if it was up to him he'd never—

“Hobie?” You call his name softly, “If you need help with silencing the screams,” a shaky breath escapes you. “I'm here.”

He frowns, seeing her face and not yours for a brief second. Changing tune, he takes his hand away. “Thanks.” It's your turn to frown.

You inhale, “I'll go grab us some water for uh cleaning our wounds. I'll clean them before bed.” Walking away, you leave him alone with his thoughts, he hopes you turn back around, but you don't.

—

Hobie takes first watch, torso exposed to the sea wind, letting it calm the searing pain of his injuries. He observes for any boats or ships on the horizon, even hoping for a box full of medical supplies to wash ashore.

He rubs his heavy eyes, it's supposed to be your turn but he lets you sleep in, after everything he'd let you rest as long as you need to. Looking over his shoulder, the simple act makes him wince. He stares at your sleeping face, calm and angelic under the warmth of the fire, and he can't help but feel jealous. You're situated under the shabby shelter, protected by the red sail that's fluttering in the breeze. Foot twitching, you scrunch up your nose in your sleep,

Chuckling, he turns back around to face the beach.

There's still nothing but seagulls flying above the water and crabs digging into the sand.

Yawning, he shakes his head wildly to keep awake. So he decides to walk around the beach, stretching his throbbing muscles.

As Hobie kicks the sand between his toes, he finds himself standing next to the navy man's corpse. He stares at the lifeless eyes, lips blue, skin so pale it blends in with the sand. The crabs still eat the remains, pinching and taking bits. He scoffs, knuckles shaking, nails leaving crescent shapes on his palms.

He doesn't deserve to be buried, Hobie thinks. And he definitely doesn't need her pity. So he takes the man's legs, slowly dragging it down to the shore until it floats. The rush of waves wakes him up, cold water dousing his lower half. Hobie pushes it away roughly, letting the tides take it, letting the sea claim it like it has claimed his friends.

He watches it slowly drift away, yet his anger doesn't subside. The fire in him is still burning ever brighter. He mentally promises the crew he lost that he'll avenge them. That he'll get Mathias, even if it kills him.

Your screams bring him back to reality. Bolting away, wading through the water, the sand hinders his sprinting, he quickly runs to your side.

“Oi, oi!” Hobie watches your terrified face morph into relief when you see him. “What's wrong? Crab in your knickers?” He stops his joking when tears slide to your cheeks, your entire body is shaking. His chest heaves at your sobbing. Voice cracking when he utters your name, Hobie lets you breathe, holding on to your shoulders firmly.

You stare at him through the tears. “I–I dreamt that you left me here.” His façade breaks into two. “And I w–woke up and you weren't here. I thought—”

“I would never. I won't leave.” You continue to weep so he holds you, not to make you stop but to help steady you through it. He'd hold onto you every minute of every day if he has to.

It's frightening how well you two fit together, limbs tangled around one another. Like a pair of wings, one cannot fly without the other. And that terrifies you through the embrace.

“I'm s-sorry, I really thought.” You find your place atop his chest, face buried on his skin, his scars kissing your cheeks. Hands gripping to the small of his back, your nails almost digging.

“‘m here, ’m not leaving you, promise.” Hobie intends to keep it, not for your sake but for his.

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blueishspace · 2 months ago

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Looped Sun

*"You won" that's the last thing he remember saying to Scar as he wins Secret Life, he is... weirdly proud of him actually. Is that weird? Maybe. Then he feels himself being pulled back and-*

Loop #1

Grian woke up back in the desert, he couldn't understand how...and why? The Watchers surely wouldn't do this.

This time he tried to save Scar, maybe he could change the game a little? Doing it the same just seemed like a waste of an opportunity, and in the end if he was being honest getting to play Third Life again wasn't that bad and getting back to Hermitcraft after was even better.

He knew now that the moon was coming as soon as he stepped foot in s8... He was a bit frantic and got a few side eyes from the hermits that... slightly hurt but he managed to get everyone earlier then last time so that was a plus!

Season 9 on the other went by in a breeze, he joined Ren this time around to have some fun and managed to avoid the emperors destroying Grumbot so that was a plus.

Secret Life was just ending, this time with new tasks he didn't get to try last time, everything was good and Pearl won and-

Loop #2

Grian was back in the desert.

Maybe, he tought, he was supposed to fix stuff? Well, he could wait for Third Life to be over and warn everyone of the moon crash ...he had to tell everyone that he was a watcher but they took it well and he managed to get everyone into a different server.

Then, Ren taking the throne, he had joined him last time so maybe he was supposed to oppose him from the start, he could resist from resisting from starting a resistance.

When it came time for Secret Life he had to admit that he tried his best really to fix everything he could-

Loop #3

Back to the desert it is, that's fine... After 3rd Life he just had to not do wars and be as nice and kind as he could. He was fine really, it was a bit hard to not crave the chaos... At least the life games were a good way to let go and go feral.

This Secret Life had gone well, second place wasn't so shabby, now it was time to-

Loop #4

The desert sands were starting to get to his nerves, Scar noticed his distaste for them and made a joke about Anakin Skywalker because of course he did.

He didn't try anything weird this time, he just tought and tought and tought... was last in two games and got worried looks from hus friends but finally-

Loop #5

He got it! He just needed to win every single life game! Why didn't he think about it earlier? He's got pratice now, It's going to be a peace of cake!

...

Double Life, of course it was Double Life. Scar died and he got out first... By the time Secret Life ends he accepts that-

Loop #6

Stupid stupid stupid! He shouted at Scar! He's horrible! He didn't mean to but he hurt him... Mumbo shouts at him, that never happened before but he deserves. He didn't ever think he would make Scar cry like that, he's an horrible friend.

Grian locks himself in his base and when the moon crashes he greets it with a smile-

Loop #7

So permadeath can cause the loop to restart? Good to know...

He tests it again this time, just to be sure, logs off the server and jumps into the void between worlds, it's painful but-

Loop #8

This time he's determined. He's been doing this for ten years now. He wins every game, every single one. His friends say the game is rigged but he doesn't care because he did it!

He won! Secret Life ends with another victory to his name! He won-

Loop #9

...

He logs out of Third Life and hides in a cave for the whole season 8 until the moon crashes.

Loop #10

He says there's a glitch, Third Life is cut short and he never makes the others. It's hard to pretend nothing has happened but he manages.

By the time Secret Life should have happened he's in hus base, he can't be sent back now-

Loop #11

Nothing he do works, why doesn't it? Maybe he just hasn't gone extreme enough... it tooks a while to get the tnt but soon the entire server is rigged with tnt. He looks with manic glee as Third Life is destroyed.

He becomes a cultist for the moon and then an evil king before Ren... His friends are worried for him but they don't get the chance-

Loop #12

Maybe he's just supposed to play it straight, exactly like the original. He doesn't understand why it would be that but he has exausted all options.

It is extremely dull but he managed to get as close as possible to the original... He crossed your fingers as you tell Scar that he won-

Loop #13

He was going to figure this out, he built a time machine once back in season 6, he could do this.

It took a while to build another time machine but all he had to do was travel to a time after Secret Life and-

Loop #14

Keralis, Joe or maybe X? One of them must be able to help, he was sure of it.

He asked each of them but despite all the help they gave-

Loop #15

It was another Third Life when it happened, he and a yellow life Scar were walking on the desert sand, close to the ravine.

Scar: Oh! Almost fell down! Wouldn't want to do that again!

How did he know that- wait, had he said again? Did he... maybe there was hope!

Grian: Scar? What do you mean again?

Scar: ... Oh! Right uh I mean dying! Don't want to do that again?

Grian: Is time...repeating for you?

Scar: Grian? You too?

Grian: Oh thank the end, Scar!

Scar: Grian? You're here too? Why are we back here?

Grian: I have no idea.

And the two embraced eachother.

#trafficblr #hermitblr #hermitcraft #traffic smp #grian #goodtimeswithscar #Looped sun au

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being-addie · 2 years ago

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Rest Days

It's currently peak summer where I live, and it is SWELTERING. While I'm planning to be as productive as possible (I'm not kidding my sketchbook is with me 24/7 at this point), thanks to the heat, I'm finding it really hard to stay focused sometimes. So when I'm feeling particularly lazy, or just distracted I take a rest day. I feel like I can afford this right now more often because it's the holidays, but when my classes restart in June I won't be able to even sit down.

ANYWAYS. Here's what I'm currently doing during an easy rest day. Maybe you can take some inspiration <3

My rest days:

Sleep in: I sleep until it's nearly 7:30 - 8:00 am. It's late for me because usually, I wake up at 6:00 am

Move around: If it's cloudy, I'll go for a walk, otherwise, I'll cycle to the gym.

Breakfast: I usually have this thing, where I saute some veggies, scramble eggs, and cook savoury oatmeal, then mix it all together. It's healthy and filling and it's amazing with barbeque sauce. If I'm craving something sweet, I make banana-oat pancakes (which taste and look so much better than regular pancakes I swear)

Sit in the sun: It's morning, and the sun isn't harsh, so I sit in the balcony with my cold coffee and chat with my mom as I soak up that Vitamin D

Watch a little TV: I'll watch like 2 episodes of the show I'm invested in (I'm watching Big Bang Theory)

Get ready: Take my sweet time bathing, doing my hair and getting dressed.

Sketch: So this is both productive and relaxing for me, so I'll pull up Pinterest and do some practice or I'll go to a cafe and do a live study.

Do a little crafting: Ok so this is my therapy. I'm not joking. I put on some Lana Del Rey, and make a mess of my desk. I love making little handmade gifts for family (I just made this insane exploding box thing for Mother's Day lol) or making paper crafts. I'm learning how to crochet as well. Highly recommend it. Put in your earphones, get your scissors out and start making something. Doesn't have to be pretty, just keep going.

Watch the sunset: My gallery is so full of pictures, I don't have any room for anything at this point. 85% is just sunset pictures.

Evening: I just eat dinner with my sister and grandpa, and then we like to sing and dance as I load the dishwasher and she cleans the table.

Read: After chores are done, I read on my tablet for a while.

Sleep: Bedtime skincare and lights off at 10:30.

I've actually done this in way more detail than I thought haha, but this is basically a way more relaxed version of my daily routine, just no studying?? But yeah here it is.

Understand that rest days are required. You do not have to constantly work. Humans are meant to socialise and have fun, as well as work. We aren't worker ants or bees. Relax, and remember to breathe. Everything will be ok. xoxo.

#self care #self improvement #self love #level up #level up journey #self love journey #glow up #college #tips and tricks #it girl #that girl #perfect #life #routine #lazy day #rest days

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jungwonderz · 2 years ago

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SECRET IDOL - LEE KNOW

synopsis - in which yn is a bored (and curious) trainee who also happens to admire lee know. they then make a secret stan acc dedicated to him. what happens when lee know finds it under his alias : rhino? nothing could go wrong when the two idols meet under different identities and start talking to one another, right?

pairing - idol!lee know x trainee!fem reader

ft - stray kids, le sserafim (not yet debuted), itzy, nmixx, enhypen tbd

warning(s) - profanity, time stamps are wrong, spelling mistakes, sex jokes, reader has no set face claim, all things used are for visuals only, suggestive jokes but no suggestive content, mention of drugs, excessive use of emojis, kms/kys jokes,diets, me being unfunny, lee know is a awkward loser, mentions of mistreatment, yn/le sserafim are like beomhan(trainees but still go live etc) , reader is friends with some of skz and lots of idols, tbd

started - 5.27.23

ended - N/A

taglist - open, send a ask or comment. bold cant be tagged ^^ @lcv3lies @felinows @nikisbf @aroyaldarknessblr @m111nho @syuuji @borahae-reads @thisisnotjacinta @ad0rechuu @seungmyynie @awkward-teenaged-girl @end0rchans @q1sng @thesassy-mia @dejunswifey @sungookie @iflmho @what-the-y2k @urmomma0324 @bbyjjunie @shrekloml @thisisnotjacinta @forminlix @slayknow

a/n - so uhmm.. if u couldn’t tell BTR;psh is on indefinite hiatus because i kind of gave up with it bc idk what to do with it anymore😭 i think i may restart it!! sorry🫶🏾 i promise i’ll try and not do the same with stars will fall or this one. ignore time stamps!!

PROFILES

yn & the fimmies | leeknow & the strays

CHAPTERS

1. ruh roh

2. ot4🥰🥰

2.5. chanyn hangout

3. user leethinks

4. chaewon attacks

5. stan twt…

6. tbd

7. tbd

8. tbd

9. tbd

10. tbd

#smau #stray kids #stray kids smau #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #lee know smau #lee know x reader #lee know x you #secret idol🎤#sri;lk🎤#sserafimez;work #sserafimez #kpop smau #kpop x you #kpop x reader #lee know

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moseslikellamas · 4 months ago

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♱𖣂 Redfork Menace ♱𖣂 pt.8

Benjicot Blackwood x Bracken!OC

Summary - Benjicot continues making plans and Shanda lives through her first “trial”.

Warnings - fem!reader, suspense, mentions of injuries, adult language, period typical misogyny, condescension, adult language, complicated family dynamics, feud behavior, misplaced rage, feelings of guilt, manipulation, benjicot brainrot, Kieran Burton fancast.

Word count - 2.2k

I do believe in women’s rights I swear. I’m just willing to let one (1) man talk about women’s wrongs for a moment. Whatever you say, gorgeous.

!MINORS DNI!

Shanda was awake before dawn. The weather had taken a turn for the worse during the night and she had awakened to the rumbling sound of thunder. The very ground beneath her had shook in its wake and she had lied there, listening. She probably should’ve spent the extra time on preparing a defense against the crimes raised against her but she didn’t. Instead she allowed herself a rare luxury and thought of her mother. Her mother had been larger than life, eclipsing her in the best way possible.

Her mother was always telling jokes, crafting them in such a way that they landed only for who she intended. She would make jokes about Shanda’s father with him in the room and none the wiser. She had been a master at solving arguments, a skill Shanda was sorely lacking. Her own internal fuse seemed permanently set to dangerously short. She needed distance from the problem and time to map it out. She was afforded neither at the present time and so she didn’t try. Whatever mockery of a trial they decided to conduct wouldn’t satisfy her father, of that she was sure. But she still yearned for her mother’s jokes. She hadn’t had a good laugh in ages.

A girl had been sent in eventually to help her dress. She had allowed it once she saw the dress lent to her. It was spun gold, so beautiful it made her want to cry. The fabric wasn’t fancy by any means, the pattern simple but it was gold. She briefly wondered why they’d possess such a color but dismissed it from her mind. Surely not everyone’s mind was so poisoned by the feud that even certain colors were off limits. Once dressed, she’d simply stared out the window waiting. The storm raged on, still swirling out of control. Not a far cry from how she felt inside, a bizarre twisting horror of emotions.

A knock on the door turned her attention outwardly. The door opened to reveal the heir once again. Today he wore a dark colored tunic and for once, no sword. Upon closer inspection of the shirt, she found it looked the color of dried blood. So he wanted them to contrast.

“Good morning, my lady. You look well. I trust you slept well?”

She stared at him, dumbfounded.

“How did I sleep?”

“That is what I asked, my lady.”

His expression was serious and unwavering as she stared at him, her mouth near agape.

“I slept horrible, my not so good sir. I’ll thank you for naught.”

Then he looked genuinely concerned, confusing her even further.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Was it the storm? This has been an unprecedented season. Might be we’ll have an early autumn this year. No way to tell just yet, I’m afraid.”

He blabbered on about gods know what and she let him, still trying to restart her brain. What was with the lady bit? And since when did he speak to her like a normal person? She wondered if Alysanne had knocked him over the head in his sleep, changing his brain chemistry. That seemed like a viable option. Or maybe the change in air pressure was messing with her head.

“-en the limbs are on the ground, tangled in the roots. Not a good time at all. But no worse than an errant leaf in the eye while you’re trying to swin…”

Maybe she had died when she fell in the river and this was some weird vision from the gods. This could be an atonement for ripping her family apart in a war over her death.

“Anyway your trial awaits, my lady.”

She looked up from her clasped hands to him at that. “Uh huh, for sure. Tell me, what exactly are you hoping to achieve at this trial?”

She walked up beside him and he grabbed her arm without her permission, as if to guide her out.

“That’s easy, my lady. Justice.”

***

Benjicot did not sleep a wink that night. He lay awake dreaming of the woman just a room away. He’d made sure to place her in his personal wing of the castle. There was no chance, he was letting her out of his sight. Not with her propensity to jump up and start running. He couldn’t throw her in a jail cell, she was a lady. So he posted a guard and slept next door.

He had spent the entire night planning his arguments for the trial. Not so much for the one following in the morning, but the inevitable one at Riverrun. The majority of his plan relied upon wooing her before then. He was not very concerned about that aspect. He was more concerned with how to frame the situation in a way Lord Elmo Tully wouldn’t be able to refuse. That meant lots of wooing. How would he look proposing a marriage if all she had were stories of him being a brute? He stood by knocking her in the mud, and desperately yearned for a chance to do it again, but it didn’t exactly scream ‘suitor’. If he played his cards right, she’d have more positive thoughts than negative.

Phase one of this was finding ways to drag out the conflict. He needed to spend time around her, get to know her. Allow her see that life was definitely better outside of Bracken walls and maybe give her the sense of purpose she was obviously looking for. That’s why he had called for the trial at dawn. It was unusual to hold a trial this quickly but when he heard the storm raging, he escalated it. His father had grumbled at him, something about ‘young idiot men’ and then said he’d be in the main hall. He called for it because the storm was raging. Every brother she had would be itching to get over here and represent her in a trial. He wanted to deny them that privilege, the gods were not going to decide this trial. She would have no representation if she called for a trial by combat and he would break any Blackwood who volunteered knees.

His mind drifted back to her, lying in bed. She had looked softer, more relaxed despite him barging in on her sleep. Most of all he thought of how soft her skin was and the way she had leaned into his touch. He knew she had an unholy amount of siblings, an emotionally unavailable father and a recently passed mother. There was no doubt she wasn’t getting enough attention at home, he doubted she got any at all. But that was fine, because he had plenty of free time to share and more than enough affection. He wondered how he might next get his arms around her.

***

Shanda stood accused, her face pinched in a sour expression. She was right in her assessment of the trial being a farce. In the main hall was Lord Samwell Blackwood, herself, the accuser, Alysanne and a Maester for recording purposes. She had burst out laughing upon seeing the ink and parchment the Maester was holding. Unable to help herself, she had nearly doubled over before she had recovered.

“I beg your pardon my lord. I suppose every circus must have an audience even if it’s false advertising. For who’d read this script and call it a court? Have we no witnesses?”

Lord Blackwood had simply stared at her his face unamused but his eyes holding a familiar sparkle.

“Right. Well, Benji read the charges.”

“Excuse you, do I have no rights here? Do I not get my own council or perhaps a trial by combat?”

In a bored tone, he’d replied, “Have a look outside dear, no soul is coming in this. Not even one from the village, let alone your neck of the woods. Benji, read the charges.”

She quit listening then, not even bothering to try to hear the case being made against her.

“Your defense?”

“I’ve committed no crimes. Lord Grover Tully ruled the river to be the middle of the borderlands which is shared land. It's not my problem your guards cluck like hens the second they're left alone. I protest these charges and I protest whatever half-cocked sentence you see fit to bestow.”

“Right well. If that’s all we’ll move to sentencing.”

She nodded her assent.

“For the crimes of trespassing, spying, and attempting to cause grievous harm upon the heir of Raventree, I Lord Samwell Blackwood, do hereby sentence you to death. Court adjourned.”

She stood frozen to the spot as the disinterested lord left his seat, the door echoing closed behind him. She felt a hand on her shoulder.

“I did tell you not to protest.” Alysanne said, before exiting herself.

She stood there seething with rage before spinning around to face the evil that had signed her death sentence. He stood behind her looking grim.

“You. You absolute buffoon!” She accentuated every word with a shove into his chest. But he never budged an inch.

“Oh I hope Lord Elmo turns you into a toad with the help of a Crannogman. Of all the stupid things to start a war over, you know my brothers might die for this? For this gossiping guards trial? Oh let the Stranger take us all, Blackwood and Bracken both. It’s become clear to me we do not possess the mental faculties needed even to take in air.”

She wasn’t even really talking to him in the end. She was talking to herself. Martyn bloodied on the borderlands grass, Royce scattered about the Redfork, that was not a future she could bear to live in.

“Ah you worry too much, my lady. Your father has probably already written to Riverrun. You’ll be out of this in n-“

“Call me lady one more fucking time, you piece of utter garbage, and I’ll scale the walls out of a window. I swear it on the gods and the memory of my mother. I don’t want to go to Riverrun, I’ve been to Riverrun. We go there, have a stupid argument that sullies the mind of anyone who hears it, receive a ruling no one likes and then go home and ignore it! Ugh, men. No accountability, just whatever happens doesn’t matter because you’ll take it as it comes. Well here’s a shocking concept, not everyone is as privileged as you. What do you think happens to me when we hash out the finer details of this matter?”

She’d continued to shove him throughout the tirade and it was helping her mood exponentially.

“Something bad happens to me. Because I don’t get to carry a sword and say what I want.”

She ran out of steam at that. Her hands dropping back to her sides and her head slumping. Looking down at her feet she was taken by surprise when his arms wrapped around her. For a moment she thought the worst of him, thinking she’d said too much. Maybe she’d finally pissed him off. But his arms remained soft and he pulled her gently against his chest. He was hugging her. She stayed there, stiff as a board for a moment before relaxing. When was the last time someone had hugged her?

His chest rumbled as he spoke into her hair. “Don’t worry baby, I wouldn’t let anyone harm you.”

She felt cold and hot at the same time as his words registered. His hand spanned most of her back and was holding her firmly, rubbing back and forth.

“We won’t put you to death. And I think we will find a good resolution this time at Riverrun. It’ll be your trial and I promise not to advocate for war. That sounds better right? I promise not to call you my lady again.”

Shanda stood there in the arms of her enemy while he pledged to make her happy. It was laughable, it was preposterous. It was… an addictive rush. It was wrong, fucked up in the purest sense. It gave her the same feeling as sneaking out of the castle had. Alive, lit up like lightning striking.

“Come on, doesn’t that sound better. Answer me baby.”

She couldn’t breathe as he nuzzled into her neck, breathing lightly against her ear.

“I… I, um. Yes.” she managed in a strangled whisper as he wound his hand through her hair to cradle the back of her head.

“Mm. I think so too.” He pulled them apart, still holding her head, so they could look at each other.

The hand that wasn’t holding her, came up to rub her bottom lip. “I’m full of good ideas. You should listen to me more often.”

“I would not care to hear what you have to say.” She lied.

He leaned in closer, causing her breath to hitch involuntarily.

“Are you sure about that?”

“I’m…”

Incapable of communicating human thought. Her logical brain was gone. It was off somewhere trying to triangulate how she could sneak a letter off to Martyn. A letter that screamed for him to come now, come today. Better yet come yesterday and save her from this moment. Because she did want to hear more of his ideas. It was antithetical to what she should want, what she had convinced herself she wanted.

“That’s okay, pretty baby. Let me do the thinking for both of us.”

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topwan-obikin · 8 months ago

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SECOND DEADLINE REVEALS ARE UP!

Here it is, the authors reveals for our second deadline of our fest, and the official conclusion of the first edition of our fest!

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Now let’s dive in!

☆ I Bring You With Reverent Hands by Aigoo (Tara) @aigoos

[Explicit - 5,067 w]

It is supposed to be an easy mission on Lenahra, but things go haywire when Master Anakin Skywalker’s unknown microchip is damaged and causes him to present as an omega. He needs to mate or he will die, is what Padawan Kenobi is told, and the young alpha has to make a choice with the man he’s loved for years.

☆ Eight of Cups by Exonerin @exonerin

[Explicit - 40,058 w - chapters 8/8]

Anakin’s knighting ceremony is canceled. Somehow, Qui-Gon Jinn has joined the land of the living again, and the Council is too busy figuring out what to do. Washing their hands off the matter, the Council decides to make Qui-Gon Anakin’s and Obi-Wan’s problem. For Anakin, this is a dream come true (minus the mishap with his knighting). He has always wanted Qui-Gon as his Master. Unlike Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon would understand him. This is his chance to experience what having Qui-Gon as sort-of-Master would be like. The answer is as surprising as it’s disappointing. It sucks a lot. Rather than understanding, Qui-Gon misunderstands everything. Half the (disparaging) stuff Qui-Gon says about Obi-Wan flies over his head, too, but Anakin’s convinced Qui-Gon’s trying to drive a wedge between Obi-Wan and him. So, on second thought, Anakin prefers to remain Obi-Wan’s Padawan. Really, there’s no need to reschedule his knighting ceremony.

☆ Untethered Tongues by ashes0909 @ashes0909

[Explicit - 5,851 w]

“Thank god you got off my lap. You stink more than a trash compactor.” Anakin laughs like he’s said the most amazing joke in the entire galaxy. “The only person I want in my lap is a bit tied up at the moment.” Obi-Wan freezes. Anakin freezes. Then turns a spectacular shade of red. Korrax laughs. “The truth serum always works quick.”

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

OWK Obi-Wan accidentally time travels back to TCW era, Post-Rako Ardeen arc, hours before Anakin broke up with him that day. He plans to stop that from happening.

☆ Tame ART by @blue-lumen15 (also on ao3)

[Mature - Fanart]

post-ROTS mustafar fight anakin/vader, limbs chopped off, is immediately saved by obi-wan.

☆ Kalos Kagathos by intermundia @intermundia

[Explicit - 7,220 w]

At the Battle of Potidaea in 432 BC, Anakin Skywalker and his former tutor Obi-Wan Kenobi served together as hoplites in the phalanx, sharing a tent and meals, living side by side. During the siege, Obi-Wan was drawn by Anakin into a relationship where erotic attention and physical intimacy is mixed into their old, strong mentorship bond. After returning to Athens at the end of the summer campaign season, Obi-Wan distanced himself, refusing to put Anakin’s reputation at risk. Anakin doesn’t take rejection well, and refuses to give up on their love without a fight. He acts out, making Obi-Wan jealous, and gets what he wants in the end: Obi-Wan’s cock inside him.

☆ Tethered and Bound by jiminthestreets_bonesinthesheets @jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets

[Explicit - 20,241 w - chapters 6/6]

Anakin and Obi-wan can never catch a break, and this mission is no different. Unfortunately this time their misfortune comes in the form of three Dathomiri witch sisters, a seemingly unbreakable spell with a potentially fatal outcome, a very short time frame, and an extremely oblivious Jedi Master.

☆ After School Special by hopeforchange

[Explicit - 23,618 w]

Anakin Skywalker learned how to lie before he knew how to tie his shoelaces. He wouldn’t be able to lead a successful double life if he couldn’t. At the age of twenty-two, he is the most popular stripper at the Starfall Club, the most skillful informant of the Naberrie family, and – the best liar in the world. There’s only one lie he can’t pull off - pretending he feels indifferent toward his drop-dead gorgeous professor.

♥ Ama'ya’s Dance by UsakoStar @usakostar

[Explicit - 2,162 w - chapters 1/?]

Jedi Dragonrider Anakin Skywalker never expected his Dragon would rise during a planetary battle of all places. Or that his Master’s would answer her call. With the sacred bond between Dragon and Rider extending to shared mating dances, Anakin and Obi-Wan are repeatedly forced to confront the ways their Master-Padawan relationship has changed since Anakin was knighted.

♥ Home by UsakoStar @usakostar

[Explicit - 3,609 w - chapters 2/?]

Fleeing a dark past, single omega parent Anakin Skywalker moves back to Coruscant in the hopes of giving his young family a fresh start. Alpha Obi-Wan Kenobi has just returned to teaching his kindergarten class after a whirlwind year abroad that ended in disaster. A second chance at love was something neither of them expected.

☆ My Son; My light by Snuggles_in_a_Starfighter

[Explicit - 4,541 w]

Prompt fill! Single father Obi-wan has spent the past 17 years making sure his beloved boy is raised happy and though they’ve struggled a bit making ends meet when Anakin was younger, Obi-wan always tried his best to make sure he could give everything he could to Anakin. Nowadays, his baby is nearly all grown up and getting offers from universities all across the country, and he’s not feeling ready for the empty nest. To his surprise, his boy doesn’t want to leave his daddy, ever, Anakin decides to seduce the only man who’s ever made him happy into his childhood bed.

☆ Too Hot To Handle by dragons_and_angels @heaven-hell-and-humanity

[Explicit - 3,607 w]

Obi-Wan and Anakin are in a tight spot. It’s even worse when Anakin suddenly presents as an omega.

♥ Lace by UsakoStar @usakostar

[Explicit - 1,891 w - chapters 1/2]

When Obi-Wan and Anakin are sent undercover to a high-end slave auction for a vital mission, Obi-Wan had thought it would be a straightforward affair. He hadn’t counted on the lingerie.

♥ the muse: pleasure in bloom by boguspreston & innominatta (ineptia)

[Explicit - 4,166 w - chapters 1/8]

What would the artist focus on? Because so far, Obi-Wan had surprised him. The artist had focused on the sharp of his Adam’s apple, the muscularity of his back, the sullen scowl of his brow. Anakin didn’t know what he’d expected, unsure what about him would be defined as beautiful or interesting. He knew, faintly, that he was considered attractive, and that the artist was too, but if he analysed it, he came up empty. With the belt off, his jeans fell to the ground. Or, Obi-Wan is an artist who finds his muse.

☆ Serendipity by Darkwhisperings @dark--whisperings

[Explicit - 6,032 w]

An accidental discovery on the holonet leads Anakin to a personal discovery about himself. And his Master. The rest, well, that's a happy accident.

☆ The Divinely Made by silkenlysleep @silkenlysleep

[Explicit - 6,142 w]

Anakin has a choking kink. Or, until Obi-Wan decides he doesn’t.

♥ Electric Buzzing on Your Fingertips by deathbyobiwan @deathbyobiwan

[Explicit - 3,656 w - chapters 1/2]

As his Padawan grows into a man, Obi-Wan begins to be driven mad by the amount of unwanted attention that he receives. So does Anakin — the only upside is his former Master's increasingly displeased reactions. Surely it's not Anakin's fault, then, when he starts flirting with his suitors just to see what Obi-Wan will do?

♥ Like mine by Himboskywalker @himboskywalker

[Explicit - 3,027 w - chapters 1/2]

Anakin has never known his own scent after presenting as an alpha. Jedi use blockers to protect themselves from the dangerous pulls of instinct,and the even more dangerous pull of scenting one’s soulmate. More importantly he’s never known Obi-Wan’s scent. An important treaty with a culture who outlaw scent blockers changes everything.

♥ Curriculum Vitae by StrangeLilBat

[Explicit - 2,948 w - chapters 1/3]

Relationships come and go for Anakin Skywalker like the changing of seasons. Not by his choice, but through some cruel trick of the universe, he supposes. Enter Obi-Wan Kenobi - actor, millionaire, and all around good guy who also hasn't had much luck with his past endeavours. Will their relationship finally be the one they've been waiting and hoping for?

☆ the taste is oh so sweet by amadwinter @amadwinter

[Mature - 3,209 w]

Obi-Wan’s unimpressed glare wasn’t enough to shake Anakin’s resolve, nor was the purse of his frown, the way he folded his arms tightly over his chest, or how he looked seconds away from biting Anakin’s head off. Anakin knew what he had to do. What they had to do. He just hoped his racing pulse didn’t betray his true feelings. “I want you to feed from me directly.” Obi-Wan hasn't taken very well to his new diet after becoming a vampire. He would rather suffer in silence. Anakin won't let him.

☆ This Sacred Skin by silkenlysleep @silkenlysleep

[Explicit - 6,069 w]

Obi-Wan never knew Anakin could look good in white. Or, that he would lose his mind over it.

☆ ART by @yatsukisakura

First part of a obikin Agatha Christie style adaptation

♥ designed for cruelty by spitfired @spitefyre

[Explicit - 1,937 w - chapters 1/?]

And maybe the world was ending, maybe he was losing his mind. His gums ached and his vision was swimming. From the back of his throat, he choked out a growl, a groaning whine of need and confusion. But Anakin was by his side, and so he was sure they would be okay in the end. Or: In which Obi-Wan and Anakin are not alphas or omegas, because those don‘t exist. And then suddenly, they are, because why not?

♥ How Civilised by Quastake

[Explicit - 1,557 w - chapters 1/?]

Anakin thinks he’s ready to be knighted. His master, Mace Windu, does not agree. To prove himself, Anakin challenges a strange creature that has been kidnapping civilians. However, his normally flawless strategy of attack first, ask questions later may not be so solid after all.

☆ So Good For Me by dragons_and_angels @heaven-hell-and-humanity

[Explicit - 3,854 w]

Obi-Wan wondered if it was possible for someone to lose their mind over being denied an orgasm.

♥ A slip of the tongue by Viraha @virahaus

[Explicit - 1,835 w - chapters 1/2]

Two years after the end of the Clone Wars and the unmasking of Sidious' identity, Obi-Wan and Anakin are in what other people would call their 'honeymoon phase'. It would be better if they'd actually listened to Mace's advice and took a vacation months ago instead of thinking about it now, for the all the other Jedi peace of mind. After all, Obi-Wan (and half the jedi council) is about to discover what an half asleep, half horny Anakin is capable of to keep the attention of his Master on him all day long. Or, what happens when Anakin calls Obi-Wan 'daddy' in public and pretends to not know what he's doing.

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iluvshinytwink · 2 years ago

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The Night We Met - Jude Bellingham

"Take me back to the night we met."

Synopsis: It's the last year of highschool, someone throws a huge party to celebrate. The music's loud and the lights were achingly bright but you meet him, Jude.

a/n: im a sucker for highschool au its not even funny

Now Playing . . . The Night We Met by Lord Huron

The end of highschool. The end of an era and the start of a new. It felt surreal. You remember the first time you stepped into your class a freshman, your first quiz, your first friends. And now, you were experiencing your last. How long were those years? And why did those years feel so short?

Everyone was happy that everyone was graduating, all of you would start a new chapter of your lives. And while everyone was smiley and happy, you weren't. You didn't know how to start that new chapter. This feeling that you need to basically restart highschool with a new school, new batchmates, new teachers, and new lessons- it scared you.

"Hey!" Your friend snapped her fingers, finally making you slip out of your thoughts. "Class is over. We have to go prepare for the party!" She exclaims with a smile.

Oh right, the party.

A batchmate of yours was gonna go throw a party because it was almost graduation.

You nodded in response.

Luckily, you weren't the only one feeling this sense of uneasyness.

Jude was making his way through the hallways, his eyes glued on the people swarming their lockers as he mindlessly walked. Laughter was heard and the harsh slams of lockers rang through his ears.

After he graduated, he was going to go to Germany because Dortmund had offered him a contract. He was happy, of course he was. But he didn't consider the fact he would have to leave everything behind. His friends, his family. Everything. And it scared him in a way, he didn't want to tell anyone about this feeling.

"Jude! Are you coming to the party?" One of his friends stopped Jude from his mindless walking. His eyes widened and he blinks. "Yeah. What time is it?" He quickly responded. "Uhh.. I think they'll start around 8." His friend smiled at him. The boy nodded and gave a small smile before resuming his walk.

You checked your phone for what felt like the millionth time. 8:19 pm. Your phone read.

You looked around the parking lot and your friend was nowhere to be seen. Above, in the apartment complex you could already hear the music blaring. A sigh escapes your lips and your leg jolts up and down in a nervous panic. Finally, you see your friend jogging towards you. "Jesus Christ." You said, your leg finally stoping its jiggling. "Sorry!" Your friend huffed out.

The music was indeed loud. It roared in your ears and the room was dark and it was only accompanied by led lights which didn't help much.

Your friend hands you a classic red cup with liquor inside it. You stare at the cup, trying to find out what brand of beer or whatever was in your cup. You look up to ask your friend of the contents but alas, she disappears. An uneasy sigh escapes your lips. The only person you knew well was gone. You looked around and see a couch with a vacant spot. You walk over to it.

You plop down the couch. Still looking at the red cup.

Jude looks over to you, his airpods were in.

Jude arrived at the party 20 minutes ago, found the couch and never left. Minutes pass and more people rush in, the room began hurting his ears. Laughter, simultaneous chatter. A friend of his hands him the same red cup.

"What's in it?" Jude asked, examining the cup. "Some cheap beer, I guess. I've had like 5 and I'm still not feeling anything." His friend joked. "Might be beer with water." Jude says, taking a sip. His friend laughs before walking away.

"It's cheap beer. My theory, it's beer with water." He says. You look over to him, the dim lights weren't really helping you. "Huh." You chuckle, taking a sip. "This tastes like iced tea with water." Your nose scrunched, putting the red cup on the table. Jude laughs, and for the first time since he came here, he puts his phone away.

And then it worked just like that. A simple joke bloomed into a conversation. Every passing minute you take a sip of your beer/ice tea concoction and so does he.

Several minutes pass by and the liquid inside the red cup was indeed beer because you felt a little tipsy. You closed your eyes for a few seconds before opening them back again. "Drunk already?" Jude chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. "It fucking reeks in here." You commented.

"Let's get out of here." Jude offered before standing up. Jude offers you his hand and you gladly take it.

The two of you exit the apartment, the loud music finally dying down for just a moment.

Jude trips and fumbles into a wall and you bump into him. You laugh, trying to regain balance.

Jude walks over to the balcony, resting both of his arms on the railing. The wind howls, blowing into his face, sending a feeling of comfort through him. You follow, putting your hands on the cold railing.

The moon glower tonight. It was a bright full moon and it was there for the both of you to admire. Jude looked over to you, your somber eyes stared peacefully at the moon. But somehow, someway he could tell something was on your mind.

"What're you thinking about?" Jude asks softly. You look at him, eyes softening. "Just scared, to go to college." You shrugged your shoulders.

College. He almost forgot about college. With the transfer of him going to Germany to play for Dortmund, he couldn't go to college.

Jude nodded. "I'm scared too." He whispers, his heart aching. You knew about his move to Germany and as much as you felt happy about your batchmate, you also felt sad for him. He was going to leave everything behind, his childhood, everything.

Your body inches closer to his, eyes still on the moon.

The both of your arms collide against each other. Jude looked at you and he felt a sense of comfort washing over him.

You looked at him, eyes slowly meeting his. "You're gonna do great." You whispered with a smile. A smile creeps Jude's lips, a chuckle escaping. "You too." He says, pushing you jokingly.

Jude knew deep down that he was going to have to leave you behind. Even though he'd only properly met you for a few hours, he didn't want to leave you behind. He wanted to help you if you were struggling, and if he couldn't help you the two of you could struggle together.

Even though the two of you have only smiled at each other a few hours ago he wanted to smile with you everyday. He wanted to go on stupid convenience store runs with you with your parents' given allowance. He wanted to stay up with you on call studying but he doesn't study and ends up looking at you through his laptop screen.

But he couldn't.

"Look." You said, pointing at a star. Jude snaps out of his thoughts once more and looks at whatever you were pointing at. "Ha, made you look." You chuckled, putting your finger down. Jude looks at you before laughing. He wanted to stay distracted like this forever.

Jude looked over to you, a monotone expression on his face. His mouth gaped open, his white teeth peeking out. You look back at him, a small smile on your face.

Jude's face starts nearing yours. He wanted to stop in his tracks but he couldn't, his body refused to. Your heartbeat raced. You didn't move, hell you didn't even blink. You held your breath. Whatever that would happen in this night, you'd accept it.

Jude's eyes slowly close as his lips meet yours. It didn't take long for you to kiss him back.

His lips felt soft, plump.

Something rushed through your veins, adrenaline? Fluster? Embarrassment? Whatever it was, you loved the feeling.

A few seconds pass and Jude breaks away. You finally breath. You look at Jude and he has a flustered expression on his face. "I'm sorry." He muttered, a smile on his face. You couldn't see it but he was blushing. Jude felt his ears redden and his entire face felt hot. You couldn't help but chuckle. "You taste like beer." You smiled.

I did this in my bed with no music just the sound of my loud ass aircon and my bitch ass dog snoring. No deadass why he snore like thst. I'm convinced the mf was a pig before he was a dog. NO BEVAUSE MY DOG SOUDJS LIKE HE HAS ASTHMA WHEN HE SNORES LIKE WHAT

SNAHS RHAT LIKE BUTTON SUBSCRIBEZZ FOR MORE BANGERS I DID IN MY BEDROOM BECAUSE I COULDN'T SLEEP ‼️‼️

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham imagines #iluvshinytwink #delulu hours exe #imsoslaying #if my dog dont wake up now he gon wake up in heaven

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tubbypeddle · 2 months ago

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Hi, could I get a jjba male romantic matchup from you? Part 1~7 since I haven't finished 8 yet.

I am an ENTJ, Leo. I consider myself as intelligent and rational, so I'm a pretty serious person for most of the time, but around people who are very close to me I'm way more relaxed and fun. Even though I'm an extrovert, I do prefer spending time alone or partner and the few close friends I have rather than socializing with a big group of people. Though I am pretty confident and stylish so I won't be shy about presenting myself when meeting new people.

As for my partner, I tend to be attracted to people who are more similar to me. So I would love someone who is also levelheaded and mature, who I can have deep conversation with (yes I believe smart is the new sexy hahaha). I admit I could be a bit bossy and hot tempered at times, so I'd need someone who knows how to communicate and could bring my calmer side back. My love language is quality time, I would love to spend time with my partner either engaging in activities we both have passion for, having discussions over something we're both find interesting (maybe a book we're both reading), or it could just be us chilling watching shows or gaming together. It'd also be great if they're fun in private so we could have inside jokes and just relax within each others presence. When It comes to people I care about deeply, I would be a great listener and could give useful advice, and is willing to help them feel better in whichever way I can. I could definitely fall for someone who would do the same.

So, appearances:

-166 (5'5) at height

-Pretty average bodytype, leaning towards the skinnier side

-Long wavy black hair with curtain bangs, black eyes

-I usually dress in classic style while also playing around with colors

That'd be all! Thank you for taking this request!

so. as I was finishing up the last bits of this. my laptop restarted AGAIN. I swear, Tumblr hates me

ANYWAY. ugh

(author's note: credits to gif owners, of course <3 also please, I know everyone is sending me in asks for matchups, but please DM me for more information on them. I have questions that I'd like to ask to make this easier for me to write for you 🥺)

It's a lovely day in Morioh when you meet him.

Koichi Hirose

Hear me out now.

Out of everyone in Morioh, Koichi's probably the one you'll find the most meaningful conversations with, other than one other person I can think of.

Out of everyone in Morioh, he's probably the most emotionally stable. Which is. Saying a lot. Because there are a lot of people in Morioh.

He's had the most stable childhood environment, so he's the most emotionally competent.

He enjoys talking about his feelings with you. Talking about something deep and meaningful, anything you want to talk about, Koichi is your best bet.

Not that I'm giving you someone you'd have to settle for. He's actually quite the amazing boyfriend.

He's attentive, and kind, and he takes the initiative to take you out on some wonderful dates.

He keeps his friend circle small, despite knowing half of Morioh. His closest friends consist of Josuke, Okuyasu, and you. Which tracks, with you liking to keep your friend circle small.

He personally doesn't mind that you have a tendency to get a little bossy.

See, he's a Pisces; a water sign. And you mentioned that you're a Leo. A fire sign. Now I know some people say they're not super compatible, but I don't care about that.

All I'm seeing here is that you're a fire that he's able to put out when he needs to.

He can calm you down when you might get a bit too bossy. He personally doesn't mind when you boss him around. (as i've said before) But he knows other people can be put off by it. So he's sure to stop you when he feels people might get too irritated.

He also enjoys when you two have time alone. He may not be as video game crazy like Okuyasu and Josuke, but he does like playing games like that. Especially with you.

Playing games alone like this leads to many inside jokes between the two of you. Jokes that not even I am privy to in this separate world, so enjoy those jokes between just the two of you.

He also loves the way you look, admittedly. Koichi isn't so shallow as to prefer the way you look over anything else about you, but he does appreciate that he has such a pretty girlfriend. And with him being so short, he's happy that you're not too much taller than him.

It would put an awkward distance between the two of you.

-_-_-_-

But Koichi isn't the only one you have the option of having in Morioh.

Okuyasu Nijimura

is also a very viable option.

He is a teenage boy, so admittedly, it's your looks that draw him in to you initially. He thinks you're real pretty. He doesn't think he has a chance with you at all, but he tries anyway. Just to get it out of the way.

If you say no, at least he tried. If you say yes, he has a girlfriend way out of his league.

He may not "seem the type" for mature conversations, but he really is. He thinks he's stupid, and he may not be the smartest in school, or impulsive, but he's not stupid.

He likes these deep conversations. He likes talking about mature topics, and he likes hearing your opinion on things.

And if you're looking for advice or insight on something from him, he offers some of the most eye opening words. He looks at problems in an angle that you could've never imagined.

He offers words of advice that are so simple that they're complex. It's amazing having these conversations with him.

He's a very kind boyfriend, too. Very observant.

He likes seeing you, in everything that you are. He stares way too often, and he's surprised he doesn't get caught staring at you, even before the two of you are dating.

So he notices. When you show interest in things, he gets you tiny trinkets or gifts related to them. He gets you sketchbooks, and writing journals, and pretty pens and pencils. Video game figurines, or new games you expressed interest in.

He also loves quality time with you. Any moment that he can spend alone with you is a moment well spent. He also just can't get enough of you. Similar to Koichi, he has to have his hands on you whenever he can.

He likes playing video games with you, he likes it when you read whatever you're reading aloud to him (he's not big on reading himself, but he loves listening to your voice). Anything you're doing, he wants to do it with you.

He loves your private jokes, shared only with him. He's the only one who will ever get to see you like this. I mean. Hopefully. He wants to be the only one you'll ever have these kinds of jokes with.

You two will meet eyes across the room after someone mentions your inside jokes privately, and he'll try not to laugh. Or he'll nudge you when someone says something related to your special jokes.

Special moments like these mean a lot to him.

Honorable mentions!

Hot Pants

She's oddly attached to you as soon as the race starts. She likes your rather calm nature and deems you hers. It's just a shame Diego also seems to like you.

Noriaki Kakyoin

He adores debating with you. He loves sharing opinions, or even not having the same opinion as you. He loves to hear what you have to say anyway. It's a nice break from Polnareff and Mr. Joestar, who are more immature than he would've thought for men their age. Or Jotaro and his one word sentences.

god, I am so sorry this took so long. I've had way too many problems with this one.

#jojo kimyou na bouken #jojos bizarre adventure #jjba x reader #jjba matchups #Okuyasu x reader #Okuyasu nijimura #koichi x reader #koichi hirose #matchups #tubbypeddle

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man11c · 2 years ago

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Xavier x Reader - Maybe a few more lessons. Pt 8.

Plot - During second term, you join Nevermore Academy. One of the first things you do is join the archery club, and from there you get to know Xavier Thorpe. At first he seems head over heels for Wednesday, but maybe at some point he'll see something in you? In school, you go through many dilemmas which you need to solve.

Part 8

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Xaviers words repeated themselves on your mind, a loop which you kept restarting whenever it ended. Your reply wasn't as well thought out as you wanted it to be. It was more joking and sarcastic. You and Xavier still had a good night. But you did leave your date hanging. He watched as you went off with another guy who held you in his arms so tender. What surprised you, is that Bianca said nothing. She left the two of you alone and just watched with a smile plastered on her face. Too soon you had to leave Xaviers arms but you held on that extra moment you could. Both faces mirroring each others wide grin when you took a step away from him. This year, no pranks happened, and the dance went smoothly which was just great. So far, so good no outrageous fiasco pulled to ruin the night. Everyone was so relieved. "I need a drink after that, I'll be back." You were warm and thirsty now with the dancing. Xavier gave you a brief nod before watching as you disappeared into the crowd of people behind you. Trying to get by all the jammed people that flailed their arms around in the air almost whacking you a few good times. The line was longer than you expected for drinks to be served up but you stood in the line slightly giddy, still thinking of how Xavier held you. A small tingle in your stomach caused by the simple thought of it all. It was too good... maybe just too good.

Bianca made her move, walking over to Xavier with a concerned look on her face and she got a blank face in return. "Xavier, you need to he careful. She's manipulating you!" Biancs exclaimed to him while you weren't around. Xavier shook his head and put his head back in annoyance. "Bianca stop talking nonsense...I know you're jealous but-" Xavier was rudely cut off with Bianca butting straight in. "No listen to me. Think about it, you were madly inlove with Wednesday, you wouldn't give up... and the second she came? You are suddenly acting like this... Xavier open your eyes!" Bianca persisted, she played on a serious expression with concern that flourished in her eyes. They were hypnotic. Xavier was already a weary guy, who's been hurt by things like this. "She didn't even want to go to the dance with you... she likes the vampire guy. Xavier, listen to me she's usuing you." Bianca took her seat next to Xavier and reached for his hand, cupping it in hers as she looked at Xavier.

Xavier looked... puzzled. Lowering his head as his eyes pranced around the floor. He thought about it again and again. It made sense to him. He was all over Wednesday up until you came to school. Fear and concern struck him. Darting his gaze towards Bianca, who looked at him softly. "She got expelled because she did something similar at her past school... she told me it all. That's why I've been so defensive." Bianca lied straight through her teeth. It's what she was good at. And when matters came to her ex, she still had feelings for - she'd pull far stretches. Xavier shook his head in disbelief, raising his hand to rub his temples as he felt a cluster of emotions hitting him at once. Slowly his mind trapped itself in a defensive mechanism, believing what he was told. Bianca looked so concerned. Xavier let out a shaky breath as a wave of anger hit over him. Standing up abruptly from his seat before storming off, rushing out of the building and shoving past people roughly just to get a gasp of air. It all made too much sense. You could control minds.. invade them. Xavier himself said it.

You manipulated minds.

The feeling of denial dwindled in his inked heart that gave into the accusations. Bianca watched with a tainted smile on her face, the same tainted smile she had been watching you with.

You were taking a look around as you still stood in line. You saw how Xavier rushed out the dance. He seemed angry? What on earth could have happened in the short while when you were away. Concerned, you went out of the queue despite waiting so long already - you had to go check on Xavier to make sure he was alright. Snaking your way through the people around you to finally get outside to see Xavier leaving? "Xavier! Xavier hold on!" You call out, picking up your pace to go after him.

Xavier snapped his eyes on you, a face full of anger as he looked at you. It wasn't the soft face you had been used to. "Leave me the hell alone. I shouldn't even be surprised you'd do such a thing!" He raised his voice at you, making you slow down in your tracks. Your face of concern turned into a lost expression. "Xavier what?" You take a step closer only for him to lash out again. "Don't you act fucking stupid (y/n) of course with a ability like that you could do whatever you want." Xavier nose flared as his face scrunched in anger. His brows pointed down with a certain darkness in his eyes.

Was this... about what you thought this was about? Your mouth parted in shock as he yelled at you as you stood outside in the darkness with the cold attacking your skin. That was the least of your worries. "Xavier are you kidding me do your hear yourself right now?!" You too began raising your voice at the accusations blamed on you. Feeling your heart rate picking up while your breath got heavier. "I hear myself just fine. I'm so tired, of being walked all over. Do me a favor and don't talk to me again. I don't want to be surrounded by another manipulator." Xavier sneered at you, his Adams apple bopped up and down as he continued yelling. His voice slightly shaking due to the anger. You gasp in absolute shock, but you couldn't help but get angry. Being yelled at for something so absurd. "Bianca was right about you. You are too insecure and afraid, so you think everyone is out to hurt you. I should have listened to Bianca the first time when she told me how you broke up with her." You snapped at Xavier glaring at him angrily. Those words only pissed him off more. He gave you daggers before he left you to stand all alone. His figure getting smaller.

"Urugh!" You yell to yourself before you rush yourself back to the Rave'N, your date was waiting for you.

Bianca met you at the entrance, giving you a worried look. "Oh my god, (y/n) I saw what happened... are you okay?" You held your shoulder, rubbing it with comfort. Suddenly you felt like you'd burst into tears. "I should have listened to you Binaca." You say much softer than before, your voice wavering as you spoke. Your breathing uneven. "Oh dear... go enjoy your night. You still have a great date waiting for you over there." Bianca spoke to you so softly, as she guided you through the crowd back to your date. A malice expression on her face as she walked behind you. "Just forget about it... you can leave the getting angry till later after the dance." She whispered into your ear before she left you. Bianca has the biggest devious smirk on her face as she walked back to Yoko.

Whatever you did to try take your mind off it, you just couldn't. Dancing with your date didn't even feel the way it should. You were distant - mind far off in another place not even paying attention to him. The first place Xavier went was his art studio, when he was met with the painting of you looking at him with such a smile. He knocked it off the stand. Letting it fall face flat. His emotions all being blurted out into paper, he threw painting over the painting of you. The soft colours being taken over by dark brutal colors. It changed itself to something powerful with overwhelming emotions. Sad, angry betrayed emotions. Xavier couldn't process it but he heard your distant voice, it only pierced deeper through his heart. His friend that he grew so fond of, betrayed him and hurt him. He thought of you and your cruel beauty that truly manipulated him. His hands jittered as he tried to paint, he didn't know if it was anger or even just sadness at that point. Either way, his heart hurt. The change from feeling so light and warm to a cold brutal bash right through his heart.

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IM SO SORRY FOR THIS.. I HAD TO 😭😭 IM SPRRY I LIED THAT THIS WSS GONNA BE SWEET BUT I LOVE ANGST😓

Part 9 out now ❗️❗️

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chris-hartley · 5 months ago

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Happy Pride!

This prompt partially came to me from @samgiddings for our Total Drama OCs Skylar and Kai (aka Skai) and the prompts: Road Trip / Proposal! Hope you enjoy and for all fun little updates regarding these two, do check out our blog @teadocs hehe.

ALSO! This fic comes with a playlist to go with it :D Check it out here <3

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“BABE,” Kai said excitedly, looking down at his phone.

Skylar looked up at him from where he’d been busy curating an Instagram post documenting the trip he and Kai had taken to the Zoboomafoo anniversary experience.

“Noah Kahan is going on tour!” Kai seemed excited as his eyes scanned the dates, and his face dropped, “But he’s not coming to Adelaide.”

“Who is Noah Kahan?” Sky looked at him confused.

Kai’s jaw dropped, “I can’t wait to introduce you to him. You’re gonna love his music.”

“O…kay?”

And sure enough, a few moments later, a twangy guitar came from Kai’s portable speaker, the guy’s vocals singing, “As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined, you must’ve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive.”

Skylar stopped Kai with a simple hand raised, “Wait. What’s this song called?”

“Stick Season,” Kai responded, confused, “Why? Do you know it?”

“No,” Skylar searched up the lyrics on his phone, “Lyrics. Can’t hear.”

“Do I need to turn it up?”

“Audio processing issues,” he shook his head.

Kai nodded, “Is that why you don’t listen to music that much?” Skylar shrugged but then waved his hand for Kai to restart the song and let it play once he had Genius lyrics pulled up in front of him.

“And I love Vermont, but it’s the season of the sticks. And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed. And it’s half my fault I just like to play the victim. I’ll drink alcohol ‘til my friends come home for Christmas.”

Skylar nodded along as the third chorus came on, finding the song rather catchy.

“Sooooo?”

“I like it,” Skylar smiled softly, “Do you wanna go see the show?”

“It’s in Melbourne… or Brisbane… Or Sydney.”

“And? We could take a little road trip to one of them.”

“Babe, that’s a minimum 8 hour drive to Melbourne.”

Skylar didn’t seem bothered, shrugging, “Then I guess we don’t have to.”

Kai nodded, looking downcast but accepting it wasn’t meant to be this time.

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SKY: Come outside.

KAI: I’m about to leave for work.

SKY: I called in a favor. You’re off work this weekend.

KAI: What?

SKY: Just come outside. Please.

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Kai came out from the apartment and spotted Skylar not in his work uniform (despite him supposed to be working too), standing in front of a van.

“Hi love. Get in and get changed,” Skylar opened up the van’s sliding door to reveal it was a converted van and there was a stylish outfit Kai had never seen on a hanger inside the van.

“What are we doing?”

“It’s a surprise. Get changed. Get in the passenger seat. We’re going on a trip.”

“A trip? To where?”

“It’s a surprise. Is that okay?”

Kai chuckled, his face lighting up, “More than okay. Let’s do it.”

Skylar got in the driver's side, plugging his phone to the aux and queueing up a playlist of every song Kai had shown Skylar in the 4 years they’d been dating. He’d been carefully compiling it, not sure why he’d ever need it, but then this impromptu road trip came to mind and it was a perfect time.

The first song that played was a Wallows song, “These Days”. Skylar nodded along to the music as Kai got in the passenger song.

“I need to know if you’re feeling it or I’m wasting my time. Your way or mine?” Kai sang along.

“You ready?”

Kai nodded, beaming, “Take us away, my love.”

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First stop was Stirling, a meet 20 minutes from Adelaide, the two of them pulling up outside the Aldi.

“Snacks,” Skylar announced as they pulled up.

“I was hoping we weren’t dressing up to go to an Aldi,” Kai joked, getting out of the van and heading inside.

Skylar chuckled, taking Kai’s hand in his as they walked inside, grabbing snacks and drinks for the drive. Skylar let it slip they’d be driving for a while and to stock up on stuff for the ride.

They checked out, heading back to the van and getting in.

Skylar stuck his drink in the cup holder and smiled, starting up the music again. This time, a funky piano with Valley’s vocals came through the speakers, “I always thought I’d meet the one at a record shop or something fun.”

They pulled back onto the freeway and Skylar grinned as Kai looked out the window, shimmying as the chorus hit.

“Love,” Skylar chuckled, “You should probably take videos of this trip. To look back on.”

“Oh? Okay.” Kai took out his phone, recording the road and then the two of them.

“Oh shit, are we in love?” The singer’s voice said and Skylar mouthed the words, leading to a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek from Kai.

“We are,” he reassured the video before turning it off.

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More song and more driving, seemingly in the middle of nowhere at this point, Kai asked again, “Where is it we’re going?”

“To Melbourne.”

“Why?”

“You’ll see,” Skylar said, keeping his mouth shut, motioning with a simple zip.

“Sky,” Kai chuckled.

Skylar pretended his lips were actually zipped shut and spoke muffledly.

“I love you.”

Sky unzipped his lips to say, “I love you too,” before zipping them again with a chuckle.

Kai got comfortable in his seat and drifted to sleep.

“You feel like city lights, apple pie baked just right. Home is wherever you are tonight.”

Skylar glanced over at him and sighed peacefully. He was reminded of a poetry book of Kai’s he read one time. Most of them were things he never felt so he didn’t understand them. But this one came to him again at this moment. And it finally made sense.

Driving the road in the middle of the night,

Not a car in sight,

My world asleep in the seat beside me.

It’s moments like this that make life worth living.

I take a picture, worth a thousand words I could not write.

Skylar wished he could take a picture of it, but he was okay that it would just exist in his mind forever.

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The road sign Skylar was following said Melbourne. Kai stirred, rubbing his eyes, “Melbourne? Sky, love, why are we going to Melbourne?”

He shrugged, continuing to drive.

Sure enough, they went into the city, pulling up to The Forum. The sign outside said: “NOAH KAHAN” in big letters.

Kai’s eyes lit up, “WHAT?!”

“Surprise, love.”

“H- wh- Skylar!” Kai reached across the car once they were parked, hugging Skylar tightly.

Sky hugged him back with a grin, kissing his temple, “Is it a good surprise?”

“A great surprise. Thank you.”

“Good.”

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Noah stood on the stage, introducing the song Everywhere, Everything and Skylar took a deep breath. He’d memorized every song from his discography and done research to find out which songs were played at the concerts every night.

“I wanna love you til we’re food for the worms to eat, til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours.”

Skylar took Kai’s hand, squeezing it. As Kai looked over at him, Skylar sank down onto one knee, a nervous smile on his face, “Surprise again?”

Kai gasped, “No way. SKYLAR!”

“Will you marry me?”

Kai’s eyes welled with tears as he nodded, “Yes. YES!”

The people surrounding them cheered as Skylar slid a ring onto Kai’s finger. He stood back up and kissed him happily.

The rest of the concert they were inseparable. And when they returned to Adelaide, everyone at the zoo congratulated them.

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emerxshiu · 9 months ago

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[SIDE ORDER]

tw// slight blood and body horror

not sure if it could classify like it but im adding a warning just in case

Speedrun agent 8 for side order release

I remember mentioning in my instagram when posting for valentine's that i would be back when side order drops, i mostly meant it as kind of a joke since i had some drawing to post. i did not expect that to actually become true lol.

Im definitly staying up tonight (not like i could sleep these past days anyway)

It felt kinda nice drawing some splatoon stuff again, last time was in like december, wich were just doodles, and technically yesterday but that was me making a kirby x splatoon crossover so it doesnt count, so actually last time i did an actual finished drawing for splatoon was the fuzzy neo in november.

Im really hyped up for this, i have played basically just one roguelike in my life (candies n' curses, its fun you should play it too) so i dont have much experience in the genere, but its okay! tho having to restart from floor 1 makes me a bit nervous, wich is funny cuz in candies and curses i also had to restart from floor one yet i kept trying so im not really sure why im worrying, tho it did take me months just to finish the main story in that game, and i want to experience the entierity of side order as blind as i can, maybe thats why. but i managed to avoid magolor epilogue spoilers for a year this might not be that bad.

here's an inverted version i did just for fun.

Aight now i need to talk about the actual drawing, honestly i just sketched something quick with a vague idea of agent 8 with coral growing from them. the real struggle was the background, the colors werent looking nice togheter, it was hard to see what was going on etc, and in the end i decided it would be cool to add images for texture, and that saved it. i used the images from side order's teaser trailer, superimposed over the background and ink. and then i decided to add the side order text to add something, i originally drew some color chips but they looked off in there so i got rid of em

also version without text

btw my birthday is next monday (sobbing rn) this is the third time nintendo releases stuff around my birthday, im so lucky lol

I hope y'all have a nice day

Jambuhbye! :3

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stressisakiller · 1 year ago

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Until it Sleeps

Tony Stark x OFC Soulmate AU

(Metallica Really? Part 8)

Summary: The aftermath of the Battle of New York

Warnings: Mentions of violence, cursing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Sorry that it took literally a year for me to get this out. Writer’s block and having kids is no joke.

Masterlist

Previous / Next

Tony ended up being in the hospital at the tower for one more day before he demanded to be let out. Stating that it wasn’t like he died or anything. You took a deep breath trying to calm down the tempest that was your emotions before deciding, screw it and letting him have it.

“Actually,” you state your teeth and fists clenched trying to reign in your frustration, “you did die Tony. Your heart legitimately stopped, we still aren’t sure how long it was stopped but we know, for a fact, that your heart stopped. You were dead Tony, I saw you die, and yet here you are in all your arrogance stating that it wasn’t that bad. Well, dying may have been fine for you Anthony Stark but I don’t know what I would have done if the Hulk hadn’t acted like a giant green monster defibrillator and restarted your heart. You may not care about your health or life but I do dammit.” You take a deep breath turning away from Tony hoping that he didn’t notice the tears in your eyes before excusing yourself to go get a coffee without looking back at him.

You head to the cafe across the street for a coffee and some time alone to calm your racing heart. You also use this time to allow some of the tears that you had been holding back to fall, you have always hated being an angry crying but you can't blame just your anger for these tears. The past couple of days had been some of the hardest most emotionally turbulent since Tony got kidnapped, but at least that time you didn't see him get hurt or die right in front of you. You take another deep breath and allow yourself the time to think about everything that has happened and process all the emotions roiling around. Tony will survive without you in the room long enough for you to calm down and drink your coffee. As you sit in the cafe staring out the window you remember the burning you felt in your mark as his heart stopped. Fuck, you will never be able to forget that feeling and the accompanying sense of dread and despair at the thought of losing your soulmate, of losing Tony. You then begin to wonder when will be the right time to tell him about it, maybe you should just bite the bullet and do it. But if you do that then there is no guarantee that he will believe you and you might just lose him anyway. Wouldn't that be just your luck... no you decide that fate has a plan for it. So, you should wait until his mark shows up since there is no other way that he would believe you.

Deciding to head back to the med level of the tower you also choose to grab Tony a coffee, it would be your way to apologize for yelling at him... even though it was justified. You walk into the room and notice that Tony is still laying in the hospital bed instead of running around like you expected him to be.

“I thought you wanted to get out of bed as quickly as possible,” you state wondering what could have changed his mind.

“I do,” He answers, with a small shrug not taking his eyes off of you, “but you and the doctor brought up some great points and I have agreed to be released in the morning on the condition that I stay in the Tower for at least a week before going back to California. For observational purposes. But luckily that will also give me time to fix up my suit and start talking to construction companies about fixing up the Tower.” You can see his new suit ideas swirling around in his eyes as well as the pad of paper that he has next to him that is full of building notes and to-dos. You allow yourself to crack a small smile at his antics and roll your eyes. Of course, he would decide to use the time he is being told not to work, to work, not that you were surprised.

“If you are going to spend the time looking for people to help rebuild the tower then maybe you can look at finding ways to help rebuild the rest of New York while you are at it?” You ask while handing him his coffee sitting back down in that stupid uncomfortable chair. You hear him 'hmm' to himself before listing all the pros and cons of your idea under his breath and asking JARVIS to remind him the next day to do just that. Grabbing your tablet you start getting some work done, you send a list of the approved contractors that initially built the tower to Tony, set a reminder to look into clean-up companies for everything left behind after the battle, and last but not least schedule a maid to clean Tony’s California house at the end of the week so that it will be ready from his return.

When Tony leaves at the end of the week to go back to California, you decide to stay in New York for a little longer to make sure that the cleanup team created by Stark Industries is working smoothly. You also want to be available to make sure that there are no snags from the government being the government. Your planned upon two-week deadline flies past and there is still so much work to get done that it ends up being a full month before you are able to make it back to California and Tony.

After landing back in California you decide to stop by Tony’s house first before making your way back to your and Sarah’s apartment. Stepping into his mansion which is still too big but not nearly as clean as usual you realize that Tony might not be as fine as he told you. After searching throughout the house for him you shake your head at your own stupidity and make your way down to his lab, because honestly where else would he be? You find him slumped over a piece of a suit that you had never seen before, fast asleep.

“Oh Tony,” you whisper to yourself before quietly making your way over to him. You crouch down and gently touch his arm and he startles awake flinging his arms out as if to ward off an attack. You take a step back to keep from getting accidentally hit. “Tony!" You call out, trying to get his attention. "Hey, Tony, sweetheart it’s just me Liza” You watch as he seems to shake himself out of his half-asleep state and try to focus on you.

“Liza?" he croaks out trying to get his eyes to focus. "You’re back?” Your heart breaks a little at the uncertainty in his voice.

“Of course, I’m back," you say crouching back down next to him. "I'm sorry it took a little longer than planned but I was always going to come back to California.” You try to keep your concern for his current state out of your voice as you talk to him, slowly reaching for his arm. “Ok Tony, let's get you in bed to sleep.” You gently pull on his arm to get him to start standing up with you but he pulls back out of your grip and looks at you wildly.

“No!" His voice is loud in your ears as he starts to ramble. "I can’t sleep I have to keep everyone safe, I have to make sure that everyone is safe..” He keeps murmuring about keeping people safe as he turns back to what he was working on before he fell asleep. You place your hands softly on his cheeks and slowly get him to turn his face to look back at you.

“Tony," you state leaving no place for argument, "it is not your job to keep everyone safe, you can’t possibly keep everyone safe.” He cuts you off with his pleading reply.

“But I have to keep you safe, you have to be safe,” His eyes have taken back on the wild look as if he is desperate for you to understand. “You have to be safe. You and Sarah and Rhodey. It’s my job to keep you safe.”

You start to gently rub your thumbs over his cheekbones trying to calm him down while keeping eye contact with him. As his rambling begins to taper off you are able to speak to him again. “Sweetheart, we are safe, I’m here with you, I’m safe.” You place his fingers over your pulse point, “Focus on what you feel, feel my pulse?” you wait until he nods before continuing. “Focus on my pulse, see I’m ok, I’m healthy and here, and you don’t have to worry about me right now.” You watch as the tension begins to leave his stance as he is able to pull himself back from his panic. Once you can tell he’s back and doing ok you are able to convince him to get some sleep, since, going by the size of the bags under his eyes, he hasn’t been sleeping much. You walk with him to his room and help get him into bed, before he is willing to let himself rest he makes you promise that you won’t leave while he’s asleep. You promise and once his breathing even out you begin looking at options for a therapist, knowing that you would never force him to go but you would still suggest it, maybe you could talk to them too.

About an hour into his nap, Tony starts to whimper and move around, you reach over and grasp his hand giving it a squeeze so that he knows you are still there and he clams back down. About thirty minutes later he starts to thrash around and just holding his hand isn’t helping anymore. So you do the only thing that you can think of, You crawl into the bed next to him and pull him against you. Tony’s arms immediately wrap around you and pull you as close to him as he can before he takes a couple of deep breaths and relaxes back into sleep. You debate if there is any way for you to get back out of the bed without waking Tony back up but quickly conclude that it isn’t an option. Instead, you let yourself relax against him and lay your arm over him, it isn’t long before sleep takes you too.

Waking up in the morning you are a little confused since you are warmer than normal and there is a weight over your back and your pillow is moving. Then your pillow starts talking… "Well," you hear Tony's voice rumble through his chest, "this isn't how I expected to wake up but I'm definitely not complaining." You can mentally see the smirk on his face as he spoke and your eyes widen. You quickly push yourself off of your boss and out of the bed.

"Oh Shit, I'm sorry you were having a nightmare and it was the only thing I could think of to help.” You start to panic and can't get yourself to stop talking and apologizing until Tony cuts off your detrimental tirade and smiles at you.

“Liza, thank you.” He says, stopping you in the middle of your sentence, shocked.

“Thank you?” you repeat, “Wha, wh, Thank you?” Tony smiles even more at your confusion.

“Yes Liza, thank you. That was the best sleep I’ve had in a month, it's daylight outside so that means I actually slept all night. So yes Liza, thank you.”

You blink at him a couple of times before slowly nodding and saying you're welcome. You start to move around the room looking for the shoes that you took off before getting into bed and continue to speak. “Well, I should probably be getting to my apartment, Sarah is probably worried since I told her I should have been there yesterday.”

“Oh Liza,” Tony interrupts snapping his fingers like he just remembered something. “You and Sarah don’t have the apartment anymore, I had a house built, one for each of you but if you want to continue living with Sarah at her new house you won’t hurt my feelings.”

You stare at him for a moment completely at a loss. “You, you had a house built for me?” Your confusion is evident in your voice and the look on your face. “Why?” you ask honestly puzzled.

“Why?” Tony parrots, “Because, you are one of the most important people in my life and I don’t want you to ever have to worry about paying rent or making ends meet. I want you to be happy and taken care of.” He states, honesty painted on his face and in his voice.

You continue to stare at him for a little while longer trying to figure out what is going through his head. A smile slowly takes over your face as you stare at the man in front of you. You had always known that there was a softer side to Tony but sometimes he hides it so well. Then of course he had to ruin it.

“I also can’t let people think I don’t take care of my employees especially not those that as close to me. Think of the press I would get for that!” You just snort at his antics before bidding him goodbye and telling him that you would check on him again either later that day or the next. Before you can get out of the room he calls out “Thank you, Liza. Oh, and can you have some Shwarma sent over?”

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