#sooooooo I decided to hear the voices in my head

[harpershigh]

"no proper rest may actually prove fatal at your old age, harper. and i can't have you die on me before this bloody cult is dealt with. so i ask you nicely to get some sleep, or i'll have to drown you with sleep potions one way or another. " - nine fingers

[hii, i hope this is okay, i had to send something!]

Jaheira rubbed at her eyes, fingers pressing against the sockets like she could rub away the burn, the weight, the exhaustion pressing down on her skull. But there was no time for that. No time for sleep, no time for rest. The hag was still out there, slithering through the city's cracks, and Jaheira was already late.

Her mind was sharp — had to be sharp. But her body lagged behind, slow, stiff, a half-second delay between thought and action. She wouldn’t admit it. Refused to admit it. What would she even do with the truth? Lay down and sleep while another child disappeared?

No.

Her jaw clenched as she poured over the evidence again, pages blurring for the briefest moment before she forced her focus back. The girl’s face haunted the ink, the memory of her frozen in time — too young, too small. The same age as Fig.

Jaheira’s breath hitched, and she shoved the thought away with a violent shake of her head. No. Not Fig. But it could have been. It could be if she didn’t end this.

Her heart pounded like a war drum. The hag was slipping away, vanishing into the night, and if Jaheira didn’t act now, she would do what she always did — find another child to steal.

A sudden voice made her to push back from the table, standing so fast her chair nearly toppled.

Astele.

Always Astele.

Jaheira's gaze fixed on her, eyes bloodshot, patience stretched thin as a fraying rope due to the nights spent awake. “Don’t you dare.” The words came sharp as a dagger’s edge, her voice rough from too many hours spent inquiring, planning, running. Sleep was a luxury she couldn't afford, and damn anyone who thought otherwise.

But then — gods — she actually heard what Nine-Fingers had said, and despite the tension pulling her shoulders taut, a faint, tired smirk flickered across her face. “Tch. My old age? Hah! I’m still sharper than half your crew even half-dead on my feet.”

Not an apology. Not even close. And the humour also fell flat. Jaheira cursed herself for it, and for the misplaced sharpness of her tongue, but she had no time to soften words.

“I've already checked the sewers under Bloomridge — nothing, but she left traces, just enough to taunt. The docks? Bribed a few dockworkers, found a crate matching her trade, but it was emptied before we got there. A trail leading nowhere. Which means she’s smart, but not invincible.” She exhaled sharply, rubbing at her temples, willing herself to think faster. Stay focused. “Still need to check the apothecaries — if she’s been gathering ingredients, someone’s sold them to her. Then the smugglers — she’s moving fast, so she’s got to have passage arranged, and I’ll be damned if I let her slip out of the city unnoticed. And if none of that turns anything up?” She squared her shoulders, steeling herself against the leaden weight of exhaustion. “Then I burn down every last rat hole she might be hiding in until I find her.”

Her eyes locked onto Astele’s, a silent challenge. Sleep could wait. The hag's victims could not. And she was running out of time.

[prettycoolgirl]

young rich & in love

pairing: dbf!logan howlett x f!reader. summary: sunday night football with your dad and logan, who knows what’s gonna happen... a/n: hey, my comeback has arrived!! i haven't posted fanfic on here in sooooooo long but hopefully, this makes up for it, i've had this idea in my head for weeks and finally decided to write it (saveeee me old man logan). please lemme know if i made any errors i hateee proofreading 😭 tyyy <33 also feel free to send me concepts!  warnings: 18+, smut ofc, age gap (reader is in her 20s). implied panty stealing. oral (m receiving). small daddy kink? definitely more warnings… word count: 2.7k 

It was your Father's and Logan's daily Sunday routine of watching football games together yet today was different. You walked past the living room and saw Logan sitting on the couch, with a beer in his hand, eyes focused on the screen as he watched the game. Your dad was in the kitchen getting snacks and a couple of more Coors, leaving the two of you alone in the room. Logan caught you just in time and smiled, his eyes lingering on you. "Hey, why don’t you come and watch the game with us," he said.

 “As much as I would love to hear you and my dad constantly screaming at the TV, I can’t I gotta get ready for my date tonight with Jacob, sorry” you smiled slightly. Quickly Logan's smile faded at the mention of your date. He tried to hide it, but you could still see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

 "Oh no need to be sorry bubs, and How’s he treating you?" he questioned. 

"He’s been treating me well I guess." you said stating the last part quietly, deep down you knew you weren’t telling the truth, the truth is that he’s been flaking on dates between you too because he “doesn’t feel well”, yet your friends send you photos that same night of his Instagram stories where he’s out partying with friends.

 Logan’s eyebrow raised upon hearing your response. “What do you mean ‘Well I Guess’” He asked. “You don’t sound so sure about that baby” He drank a bit of his beer looking into your eyes. 

 That nickname he used so often with you, always seemed to have an effect on you. For context, You always had a crush on Logan, you thought it would have gone away with it just being a ‘stupid teenage crush’ but no it wasn't. The crush on that man had gotten stronger the older you’ve gotten. You hoped he had some sort of crush on you at all. Some days you would notice all the side glances he would make when you exited the house all dressed up or even when you would kiss Jacob goodbye when he dropped you off at home. 

 “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it Logan.” you tried to reassure him. 

You knew Logan was hard to try to convince him of something. He knew you were keeping something from him, and he was going to get it out of you. 

“I know you too well, Something’s bothering you, You know you can talk to me. I won’t tell your old man.” He put his beer down on the coffee table and turned closer towards you.

“Tell me the truth bubs. Is he not treating you right? You shouldn't be dealing with that baby” he said using that nickname you loved, putting his hand on your thigh rubbing it&keeping eye contact while smirking.

Your heart races at seeing him rubbing his thumb over your thighs. His goddamn smirk too.

“He’s ju-” 

You were interrupted mid-sentence by your dad walking into the room.

Logan moved his hand back to himself, grabbing his beer and clearing his throat. Your dad entered the room, with his snacks laid out on a big plate and another six-pack of beer. "Oh, you gonna watch the game with us? I thought Jacob was taking you out." your dad asked settling down the plate and beers in front of the two men’s seats.  

"Uh no sadly not, I'm still going out with Jacob tonight," you said, a hint of irritation in your voice. "So if you guys don't mind me, I need to go get ready. This hair and makeup is not gonna get done by itself." You shot a glance at Logan, his expression unreadable, before quickly exiting the room. 

As you left the room, you swear you felt Logan's eyes on your back piercing right through you as you walked upstairs toward your bedroom. In your bedroom You fixed up your hair a bit and walked back and forth through your closet trying to pick what you were gonna wear but thoughts of Logan’s hand rubbing your thigh just kept invading your mind. The thought of him just alone made you wet. God the affect that man had on you. No matter how much you try to ignore it, more thoughts of him rushed back in and so did questions. Was he jealous? Why did he look disappointed when you mentioned your boyfriend, Jacob? 

You could not let the thought of your dad’s best friend cross your mind anymore, you had to finish getting ready, either way, Jacob told you yesterday to be ready by 4 and time was approaching. You previously made the plan to get fucked tonight, Jacob had to appreciate what he had. You slipped into your mini skirt that matched perfectly with your shirt—sitting at your vanity, applying your everyday makeup. As you moved on to applying a final coat of lipgloss, you heard your phone buzz. You picked it up and felt your stomach drop as you read the message from “jacob <3” 

 "Gotta raincheck tonight I’m not feeling well again, sorry bb" 

He did it once again for the 4th time, yet this time he promised he wouldn’t cancel still yet he did. Anger filled you, you had spent so much time getting ready, just for him to cancel like always. You’re ready for nothing, no plans, no nothing. You were pissed. You began to type up some utter bullshit “oh okay feel better soon love you<33.” 

He quickly replied by liking the message with a thumbs up. 

 Not even a “Love you too” What the fuck, Fuck him, Fuck this Logan was right you shouldn’t be dealing with this. Enough was enough. You were done with his bullshit. Your plan of at least fucking Jacob one more time was not going to happen at all and you needed to get laid lord knows how long it's been. You decided were gonna get some drinks from downstairs and try to forget about Jacob.

As you walked out of your room and down the stairs, scouraging through your dad’s liquor drawer. You heard the voices of your dad and Logan floating through the air, watching the football game. You suddenly had an idea. If Jacob couldn't appreciate you, maybe it was time to play a game with someone else who might appreciate your presence more.

Discarding the drawer you began to walk into the living room walking past your dad and Logan. You could tell Logan was trying hard not to stare at you with that skirt. “oh, is Jacob here?” your dad said.

“No, we’re not going out anymore. He’s not feeling well so I figured I’d just watch the game with you guys” You smiled knowing damn right it was a lie, sitting directly on the couch near Logan. 

Your dad looked over at you with a mix of surprise and a bit of concern on his face. “Really? Everything alright with Jacob?” He asked. Logan seemed to tense up even more as you sat down right next to him, your legs almost touching his. 

“Yeah, he said he’s just gonna stay in and rest up,” you replied as your dad simply nodded in acknowledgment.

 Meanwhile, Your dad's eyes were glued to the screen, not noticing the tension in the room. As the game continued, you tried to act natural, pretending to be interested in the players' moves while secretly glancing at Logan. He stole a few glances your way, his eyes roaming over your short skirt, before quickly looking away. You could feel his gaze burning into you, and you couldn’t help but secretly enjoy the attention. 

As the first half of the game finished and halftime began, your dad got up and announced, "Well, it's halftime. I'm gonna go use the restroom real quick. I'll be right back." He gave you two a quick smile before heading out of the room.

As soon as your dad left the room, the tension in the air thickened. You were suddenly alone with Logan on the couch, the only sound was the faint commentary from the TV.

From what you could tell you saw Logan fiddling with the remote of the television before he said, "This damn remote won't work. I can't hear anything!" 

"Give me it, lemme try," you offered, pointing to the volume control on the TV box.

Slowly, you bent down to turn up the volume trying to put your skirt down a bit, taking your sweet time. "How's that?" you asked, looking directly at Logan for a response.

He swallowed hard as he caught sight of your ass falling out of your mini skirt. His eyes try to balance between the TV and your exposed skin. "Yeah, uh... yeah, that's better," he mumbled, trying to maintain his composure. Once you sat back on the couch, you casually glanced at him and saw him adjusting his jeans and squirming where he was sitting. You couldn't help but smirk as you looked quickly towards the TV, knowing full well the effect you were having on Logan. Your plan working all accordingly.

Your dad came back from the bathroom and, seeing how uneasy and squirmy Logan was looking, asked him, "Logan, you okay buddy?

"Yeah, I'm good," Logan muttered. 

The game resumed, with the atmosphere was heavy. Both of you were distracted; the game was on, but neither of you watched. Your dad was completely oblivious to the tension you both were building.

Logan kept replaying the image of you bent over, eyes staring right at him. His mind soon began to wander to thoughts about only you. He knew the game wouldn’t be over for a while.

Once 20 minutes had passed, Logan had enough and decided to excuse himself to use the restroom.

”I’ll be back gotta use the restroom,” he said while getting up.

“Are you sure? Man, you're gonna miss the game.” your dad asked Logan.

“yeah, it’s fine.” he quickly replied walking by.

You stayed downstairs with your dad to watch the game. Already getting tired of just watching the game, you decided to go to your room and work on some assignments, using it as an excuse. You bid your dad goodnight and told him you might not come down again that night.

"Alright, kiddo," your dad replied. "Goodnight, and don't stay up too late. Oh, and can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, Dad. What is it?" you asked.

"Can you knock on the bathroom door and call out to Logan? He's going to miss out on the rest of the game if he doesn't come out soon," your dad replied concerned.

"Yeah, no problem," you smiled assuring your dad.

You made your way up to the bathroom, your footsteps a bit quicker than usual. You knocked gently on the door, but there was no response. 

"Weird," you muttered under your breath. Feeling a mix of curiosity and growing worry, you turned away from the bathroom and headed toward your room instead.

As you entered, your eyes widened in shock and surprise. There, standing before you, was Logan, going through your underwear drawer.

"You perv," you exclaimed, jokingly lightly smacking his shoulder.

He visibly jumped, caught in the act. His face reddened as he frantically tried to come up with an explanition.

"Shit, look, it's not-" he began, his words stumbling over each other in his act to explain.

You cut him off, "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like, Lo.”

He was too stunned to speak.

You crossed your arms, in annoyance, and said, "So you're the reason my panties have been going missing?"

Logan's eyes widened, his guilt evident. He tried to protest, "No, no, look, you don't understand-"

But you interrupted him again, "But I do. I've seen the way you've looked at me, and those sneaky touches on my thighs... I've seen it all, Logan."

Logan's face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly closed the drawer. He looked at you, the evidence of his actions clear.

"I... I can explain," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

You raised an eyebrow, giving Logan a skeptical look. "Explain then," you said, leaning against the wall, and crossing your arms.

Frustration and lust appeared on Logan's face as he replied, "You know what, no. You teased me all damn night. I deserve this at least. You were trying to get me killed out there.”

“What teasing are you even talking about?” you acted oblivious.

“You realize what you were doing out there is so wrong. Don't try to act all innocent now.”

“I'm sorry, I don't know what you’re talking about Logan," You started smirking.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about,” Logan growled, his voice low. "You were bending over out there, practically flashing your ass at me. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? Getting me all hard in front of your old man huh?”

“I was just trying to fix the volume for you.” Still trying to keep the innocent act up.

“Bullshit baby,” he said eying your mini skirt. 

Logan's eyes darkened with desire as he walked closer to you, backing you against the wall. "Don't play dumb. You know exactly the effect you have on me." His voice was low and husky.

"Walking around in these tiny outfits, bending over every chance you get."

As you locked eyes with Logan, your steady gaze holding his, you repeated your question, "And what are you gonna do about it?" You slowly knelt before him, your face now inches away from the button of his jeans. 

Logan's gazed down at you, hand going to caress your chin. He took a step closer to you. "You know what I wanna do, outta teach you a lesson," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.

Within seconds you pulled his pants down, dragging his boxers along with them letting his dick spring freely out. 

"Suck on it." 

Obeying what he said you started coating his cock with your spit. Logan groaned softly as your lips wrapped around his thick shaft, your tongue swirling expertly. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding your head as you bobbed up and down. "Fuck, just like that baby," he breathed, trying to keep his voice low.

“Ah, fuck.” Hearing him moan made you love pleasing Logan with his cock in your mouth. That alone made you soaking wet. 

He grunted as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, your lips stretched wide around his girth gagging a bit, eyes watering. "Shh, careful now," he whispered urgently, glancing at the door. "We can't make too much noise with your dad right downstairs."

Logan's eyes widened in shock and arousal as you carefully moved your mouth off his throbbing erection, your voice breathy as you said "It's too much, Daddy." He shuddered at the forbidden words, his cock twitching with need even as his mind reeled.

His hands shook as he watched you wipe a strand of your spit off your hand, the sight sending a jolt of desire through him. He quickly glanced at the door again before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.

"Fuck, baby, you can't say that out loud. Not ever."

Gripping on your chin tightened as you wrapped your lips around his hot, hard flesh once more. His voice grew strained as he hissed, "Faster, baby… just like that... Oh God, harder...harder... I'm not gonna last... not with you sucking me off like that..."

Logan's words tumbled out in a desperate, breathless rush as you worked his throbbing cock with your mouth. "This is so wrong... but fuck baby, your mouth feels so good... I can't think straight... shit, I'm not gonna last... oh fuck, I'm gonna..."

His voice rose to a hoarse scream as his orgasm crashed over him, his hips bucking wildly as he fucked your mouth without warning. "Fuckk!" he groaned, his cock pulsing violently as he erupted into your mouth, painting your throat with thick ropes of cum.

He panted, trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high.

"Your dad's gonna kill me," he said shakily, his body still trembling from release. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants before pulling you up into his arms.

[bnuuys-writing]

Hello everyone. Small update! I am doing better other than crying my eyes out at seeing Grandpa Baul dote on his grandson (i miss my grandpa.) ((I also love Sebek very much)) SOOOOOOO i wrote this little thing for y'all. A lil sampler of my humor.

Imagine telling Malleus gargoyle jokes while attending his club..

Scene one

You couldn't help but peek over at Malleus as you stood beside him. Shoulder to shoulder. Rain pouring heavily as he scared up at the gargoyle upon Sam's workshop. Of course, you were attending his club in order to decide which club you would like to partake in. Yet, this one seemed a little... Chilly. You couldn't help but squeeze yourself a little closer to Malleus' warm body before thinking of something that would distract you from the cold and the little bit of rain hitting your face whenever the wind blew in a direction Malleus wasn't holding his umbrella.

"Malleus. I have a joke for you." You spoke out, a small smile forming onto your lips. Malleus, in turn at hearing your voice beside him, tore his gaze away from the beautiful gargoyle and turned to look down at you.

"Yes, Child of Man?" His voice was as if thunder had rolled over and his eyes were holding such fondness for you, it almost made you forget what you were intending to say. Before the thought could escape, you quickly blurted it out.

"How does a gargoyle sneeze?" You voice out, a large smile forming on your face as his gaze turned from a softness to a look of curiosity. His free hand cupped underneath his chin as he was trying to think of what the answer could be.

"How does a gargoyle sneeze?" He questioned before blinking slowly at you, and a small tilt in his head gave you the idea that he had no answer for you. With the best acting skills you could muster, you brought up your arm to your mouth and—

"Stat-choo!" You couldn't help but giggle after your joke and the look of Malleus' inquisitive face turned into a look of shock. Two seconds pass... Three seconds pass... Before a large laugh bellowed out from your friend as he shook his head.

Yes... Statue...

[zroronoas]

"young and he fine and he tall and he handsome." thank u sza.

a/n: i might write another ver of this w zoro tbh bc that description is also sooooooo zoro. inspired by BMF by sza!!

fluff. no smut but it gets a little bit suggestive! also does not necessarily follow the accurate storyline for the sake of the story 🤭

-

you weren't one to give men much attention, quite the opposite actually. you decided that they just weren't worth your time, especially since most of the ones you met while out on the sea were disgusting perverts. and unfortunately, you already had to deal with sanji everyday.

but there was one man who had you speechless, heart palpitating, palms sweating. and that wasn't the only thing that got wet.

you thought he was the most gorgeous man to walk the earth. in your head, no man, dead or alive, could ever compete with his looks.

you thank whatever god there is everyday that the man decided to save you and the rest of the crew from smoker. honestly, you could have died happy then.

naturally, you could not help but gush to nami and robin about how hot you found him.

"he's literally the most beautiful man i've ever laid my eyes on," you sigh. "he's tall and he's handsome!"

you rest your head in your hands, hearts practically coming out of your eyes. you were starting to feel a little bit like sanji.

"too bad he isn't part of our crew," robin smiles. the girls giggle at the way you look, hopelessly daydreaming about the man.

he wasn't part of your crew, but the things you would to do have him on your ship 24/7 were unimaginable.

"there's also the issue of him being luffy's brother," nami interrupts. "wouldn't it be kind of weird?"

"normally it would, but i would do anything to have ace," you snort. "even if it's just for a night."

"wow, anything?"

you feel your body go limp.

that did not sound like nami or robin. and the voice came from behind you.

all you could do was pray that it was one of the men from your crew, but from the looks on nami and robin's faces, you were absolutely wrong.

"no!" you laugh nervously. "no we weren't talking about you, there's a different ace we know!"

he smirks, leaning in closer to your face. you feel the heat rush to your face and your stomach start to knot up.

"well," he says loudly as he moves away from your face. "ace is a lucky guy then."

"y-yeah!" you stammer. "he is lucky! him, not you!"

a boyish grin appears on his face before he readjusts his hat and makes his way to the door. you have no time to respond before he's gone, and you're left standing wide-eyed and speechless in the middle of the kitchen.

you hear nami squeal as she repeatedly smacks robin's arm out of excitement, but you're feeling the exact opposite. it was humiliating, the way you were yapping so loudly about how you would do anything for the man.

robin covers her mouth with her hand, giggling quietly. nami on the other hand, is doubled over and cackling as loud as she can. you don't even have the energy to fight with her, you just sink to your knees with a blank look on your face.

"hey," nami wheezes. "at least you know he's interested!"

you glare at her before covering your face with your hands and letting out a loud groan. "why is he even here?"

little did you know, ace was still on the other side of the door, a blush creeping up on his cheeks. normally, he wouldn't be the slightest bit phased by the compliments but he had been head over heels since the moment he first saw you.

"ace!" luffy shrieks. "move out of the way! i'm hungry!" ace slips away from the door before luffy slams it open with all his might.

you look up at luffy frantically shaking his head around as he looks for any food he can stuff his face with. he pauses for a moment, setting his eyes on you.

"why are you red?" he questions. "you and ace both are!"

you're about to respond before ace knocks luffy's head with his fist, causing the boy to yell and furiously rub his forehead.

"don't bother them!" ace grunts. "they're a little...hot and bothered."

"well," luffy says. "take your sweater off then! that's why it's hot!"

ace smirks, ruffling his little brother's hair.

"don't worry luffy, i'll help them with that later."

[disasterousduo]

Ch. 2 The New Sun

Moon’s view

As I leave the daycare, Vanny decides to start talking to me, ‘So… glad he’s gone, now you won’t get distracted with your miss-‘

‘SHUT UP!’

As I continue to argue with Vanny in my head, I bump into someone, when I look slightly up, I see it’s Monty.

“Moon! Buddy! So… how are you? I’m g-“

“What do you want?!” I growl out.

“Sheesh, you don’t have to be that rude.” Me and Vanny roll our eyes, “Anyways, I have a new business idea, ya interested?”

“No, I’m busy.”

“With what? That dumbass brother of yo-“

“SHUT UP!” I could feel the killcode take over slightly, with the help of Vanny.

“Ok! Ok… speaking of the du- champ, where is he? I have something for him.”

“You mean scam him?” I ask, with slight venom, in my voice.

“I mean… not really… ok ya… sooooooo, can I see him or?”

“No! I mean… he’s busy..”

‘Smooth.’ She replies sarcastically.

“Shut up.” I mutter.

“What?”

“Uhh.. nothing.” and with that, I leave Monty to himself.

I continue to walk, until I’m in the lobby of the pizzeria.

‘What’s that?’ Vanny asks.

“What’s what?” I ask, looking around.

“THAT!” As she slightly controls me, she moves me closer to this… blue glowing… portal?

“What is that?”

‘A portal you idiot.’

“I know, but why is it here?”

‘Idk! Why are you asking me?!’

“……. Ima get closer.”

As I walk closer, I can hear Vanny yell things like, ‘THATS A FUCKING STUPID IDEA’ ‘Moon!’ ‘Are you even listening?!’ Then she basically just gave up as I continue to walk towards the portal.

‘Fine, whatever! Go in there and possibly die for all I care! Your brother will be a better vessel for him anyways then you….’

“What did you just s-?!”

‘Fuck! Uhhhhhh…….’ I got interrupted when, somehow, she pushed me into the portal.

“VANNY YOU BITCH!” I yell as the portal sucks me in.

When I get dropped out, the portal disappears, and I can see, I’m back in the daycare.

“I’m back in the FUCKING building again?! My god!”

Sunny’s view

“Thank you for all your help Moon.”

“No problem, now, I have to get going, my Sun is probably worried sick about me.”

As he goes to leave, I ask, “Umm, would it be ok if I came with you? I have nothing left here.”

He turns around and looks at me, pity, just like her… mom Vanessa… Pity, that’s all people look at me with! I’m not something to pity!

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear him talk, “I think one Sun is enough, I don’t think I could handle two.” He jokes, but… I hear some seriousness in his voice… “I’ll visit though.”

My heart breaks, but it’s nothing new.

I then hear him whisper to himself as he gets into the ball pit portal, “I feel bad for him.”

My heart hurts more, “I’m not a boy…” I mutter as I mess with the computers by the security desk.

The computers started working properly again, but after an hour, one started having sparks come out of it, and exploded, then the rest. One by one, the computers were gone.

Moon was gone.

I would get dismantled…

Tears started to come down my eye.

“I’m back in the FUCKING building again?! My god!”

I perk up slightly, was Moon back? What if it’s not him… what if it’s the security guards? I don’t want to die…

“Who’s there?!” I yell, hoping my voice sounded threatening, getting all of the tears out of my eyes.

Moon’s view

I hear someone yell… wait.

It sounded like…

Sun!

I went to yell out something, but remembered……. Sun’s dead…

I go to hide behind one of the play structures, and look slightly over, and there I see… Sun, but, he looks different… more… cartoony looking, with ankles and feet that look like a Moon’s…..

Sun… no… he’s dead… HE’S DEAD! I SAW HIS BODY! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD! HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!HE’S DEAD!NONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONONO NONONONONONONON-

I can feel the killcode try to break free, but I do nothing as I continue to panic, I feel tears come down my eyes.

THIS ISN’T REAL!!HE’S DEAD!

I then feel someone grab my hands and take then away from… oh… was I clawing at my neck again…?

I look up and see……………

Sunny’s view

“Are you ok?” I ask worried, I look him up and down.

He looked like Moon, but I could tell this wasn’t him, Moon did talk a lot about dimension traveling… maybe this guy did that? The poor guy looked scared and confused.

I felt him put one of his hands on my face, all the while muttering, “This isn’t real… your not real…”

“I’m sorry to say, this is real.” I responded softly.

Immediately after that, he hugs me, which was… unexpected, but I… I liked it. I hug him back. We stayed like that for awhile, until he lets go slightly let’s go.

“If you’re fine with it, could you answer some questions?”

“Sure…” he says quietly and softly.

Moon Moonrise’s view

“What’s your name?”

“Moon-“ I was going to answer just Moon, but… I wanted a fresh start, to be someone completely new, so I answered with the first thing that came to mind, “rise. Moonrise.”

“Nice to meet you! I’m Sunny. Next question, what gender are you? I don’t want to assume you’re a guy. I’m female.”

Female? But Sun’s a- this isn’t my Sun….

“Male.”

“Um, could you tell me what happened to make you freak out like that? You don’t have to!”

I… I don’t want to, but maybe he- she could help me.

So, I tell him everything, well… not about the killcode, Vanny, or Glitchtrap.

I can see his her face looks sad and worried for me.

“I’m so sorry.”

I chuckle, “It’s not your fault.”

She was about to answer, but then started to yawn. She checks her battery, it shows %10 battery.

She again, was going to say something, but got interrupted by me picking her up, without any effort, and takes her to a charging station. When I put her down, I see she’s already asleep. I charge her myself, then charge myself.

As I cling to her, I mutter, “I couldn’t protect my Sun, but I’ll make sure I protect you, even if I have kill other people to do so.”

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[frogey-boi]

Sleep-Starlord

A little drabble I wrote a while back but was to nervous to post

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You were tired as fuck after today’s mission. Originally it wasn’t supposed to be long however a group of bandits came and interrupted your mission. While you were fighting you got a cut on your leg. It had been sometime and the bandages should be replaced. You didn’t tell anyone cause it didn’t seem like a big deal.

As you walk down the hall you see a figure walk towards you. You jump back a little and end up falling, luckily the cut didn’t reopen.

“Oh shit, are you alright” a familiar voice said. “Here grab my hand, I’ll help you up” Peter said sticking out his right hand. As you grab it he pulls you up. “Hey you alright” he says scanning your body for any damage. As he dose so he notices your bandages. Before he says to much you tell him what happened and how your just going to replace the bandages.

As Peter hears this he starts walking you to the medbay, still holding onto your hand. As you enter and tell him you can do this yourself.

“You’ve already hurt yourself, can’t have you do it again” he say in a semiserious tone. As he dose he begins to unwrap the bandages. “Listen star dust I don’t want you getting hurt and not telling anyone” he said worried. He finishes rewarding the bandage but while he did you were fighting sleep. “How much sleep have you gotten”Peter asked. You were unresponsive and just looked away. “Do me a favor, get some sleep, take care of yourself, and come get me if you need something, ok” “I’ll be keeping watch for the rest of the night so you’ll know where to find me”Peter says placing his hand on your shoulder and hunching down to look you in the eye.

You head back to your room and lay down in your bed. Sleep comes to take you and you don’t fight it. However as you did you had a dream. Not exactly a nice one either. It left you feeling sick and uncomfortable. You tried going back to sleep but it wasn’t gonna happen.

You decided to get up and to find Peter. You grabbed a blanket, wrapped it around yourself, and walked out your room. After a little bit of walking you found Peter siting in his chair at the front of the ship. You weren’t exactly sure on how to approach him so you decided to just talk with him.

You sat down in the chair next to him and threw your blanket on top of yourself.

“Hey I thought I told you go to sleep” he said with a bit of tone.

“You also said go find you if I needed something” you said back.

“Fair enough”he admitted. “Sooooooo then what do you need” he questioned

You explain to him that you had a bad dream and couldn’t go back to sleep. After he heard this he got up out of his chair.

“Don’t worry I’m not leaving you” he said walking over to your chair.

He hugged you and held you tight whispering that everything’s gonna be fine. As you were about to pull away he reached one arm down and picked you up. Still hugging he grabbed your blanket and carried you over to his seat. He sat down and threw the blanket over the both of you.

“Your causing me to worry so much, so it’s for the best I just keep you close for tonight” he said with a smirk and giggle.

You to were cuddled up and you started to drift off. As you did Peter started to rub your back.

“It’s ok if you sleep, I’ll keep you safe, I promise” he whispered while giving the top of your head a kiss.

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Lmk what you thought and I’m open for requests and criticism

[flovverworks]

rereading ch12 of pt1 cuz i wanted to find the rutile part but this line is SOOOOOOO akiras so funny

Akira: Shino, where are you going? The party hall is in the opposite direction..... Shino: I'm going home. Akira: Oh, I see, you're going ho... Huh!? W-wait! Please wait! He's gone already.... where did he go!?

mhyk comedy my beloved

but also akira realizing & stopping the potential of shino flying away by grabbing him so they could properly talk..T_^ shino & akiras relation is so precious to me. shino asking if its part of akiras job as sage to ask why hes feeling like that/what happened/why were they fighting, but akiras just genuinly wants to know. sages heart. aauururgghhh.... (also the added of shinos whole selfworth but thats another essay)

I can tell from his powerful gaze that he’s not pondering over whether to tell me; rather, he’s peering into my identity. Like a stray cat that’s trying to decide if it should approach you or ignore you and move on. And once those stray cats decide to come close to you, they fear nothing.

Shino gazes at me with the eyes of a child begging for a rainbow. I laugh and grasp his hand. Akira: You’re right..... Let’s defeat the < Great Catastrophe > and become heroes who save the world. Let’s build you a magnificent castle, Shino. Shino: Can we? Really? Akira: I’ll do my very best. I’ll become an amazing Sage so that everyone will hear out my wishes.

DO U GET MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

i forgot the 'mixer' confusion happens at the party too skull emoji arthur......last sage u....

Faust: I’m headed out to take a break. My excuse is that I’m still recovering from my injuries. Nero: Yeah, sure — you mean you hate parties. Faust: I mean I hate this castle.

head in hands. essay about faust and alec

there it is

...

i have so much to say that i dont even know where to start let me make a separate figaro post one day cuz what in the actual hell

He graciously offers me his hand, but my nerves are still buzzing. Figaro’s words are seductive, and his smile, charming — I can tell that he’s trying to seem harmless. But there’s still something strangely terrifying about him: if I take his hand, I feel like I’m going to get swallowed whole.

Figaro: But I want to dance with you. Akira: ....Why....? Figaro: Because I want to make you my puppet. Figaro replies calmly with a smile. Figaro: The Sage keeps the wizards in the magic headquarters together. If I want him to do my bidding — don’t you think the fastest way to accomplish that would be to make him fall in love with me? Akira: What....? Figaro: Because when you fall in love, you can give up your heart to those you do not trust — and even to those you loathe. I’m asking you to join me in that act. ....How about it? Won’t you dance with me? I can’t believe my ears; he’s saying such horrific things in such a kind, sweet voice that it makes my head spin. I stare at Figaro in shock. He’s neither making a fool of me, nor is he trying to laugh at me. He just continues smiling with a kind, gentle gaze.

unreal conversation from start to finish. thinks of his june bride card too. god. also thinking about how akira almost gets trapped in it anyway despite recognizing that something is Very Very Wrong. beyond hilarious that figaro says all this and then falls in love first (joke)

but really that one figaro card about 'do you still hesitate to take my hand?' T____^ in general the way this convo happens and their relation turning into a very considerate toward e/o on both sides makes me. i cant explain it. its the careful thoughts & actions in caring for e/o without words.

Figaro looks like a hapless father as Mitile takes his hand and drags him away. He’s a completely different person from earlier.

LOOOOORRRRDDDDDD

Snow: I’m sorry, Sage. Figaro doesn’t mean to hurt you. White: He’s just a terrible person from his very core......

unwell

anyway unbelieveable how the source of everything no matter what is murr

Heathcliff: Please, I don’t quite see how the Northern wizards could be described as gentle. You must be talking about the Southern wizards. See, like Mister Rutile...... At that moment, the Southern wizard Rutile walks right up to Nicholas. Rutile: What do you mean by that!? Heathcliff: ............

THIS IS THE PAERT LMFAAOOOOO ITS SO FUNNY

Rutile: Then what are you? You, who did not even fight the < Great Catastrophe >? I believe that would make you less than useless, would it not?

god u r my everything go rutile go. i have no further comment this is just one of my favorite moments of all time i love the flores brothers. excellent characters

[rrazor]

hq boys post wisdom teeth extraction

tags: fluff, soft boyfies lol

kuroo tetsurou wakes up and immediately the first thing he tells the professionals around him is that he wants to see his girlfriend because he knows you’re waiting for him and “i love her so much 🥺🥰" he says it a few more times and everyone laughs at how doped up he is both from the drugs and you. when you walk in to take notes on how to take care of him afterwards, he just stares at you as he holds you hand with the SOFTEST LOOK on his face like 🥺😍☺️❤️💕💖💝🥺🥰💖💝☺️

tetsu cannot stop looking at you and u almost have to plead with him to watch where’s he walking like tetsu pls we don’t wanna have to come back to get your front teeth done sweetie 🅱️lease!!!!!! other than that he is pretty easy to reason with it as long as you promise to kiss every part of his face once in a particular order and if u mess up, unfortunately, you’ll just have to start over again sigh it makes his heart go 💥💥💥

bokuto kuroo offers to drive him back home and brings you along to support and comfort him. he helps kou get into the back with you but he refuses and goes “kuroooooo, she’s too pretty, I dun wanna sit next to her ☹️” LMFAO kuroo rolls his eyes and just sits him down and buckles him in despite his protests HA

kou is super nervous and keeps looking over you when he thinks you aren’t looking like 🥺😊 and you decide to play along and ask him how he’s feeling and if he’s in pain and he shakes his head and goes “‘m okay, you’re really pretty though 🥺😍” kuroo snorts in the front seat and you’re trying rlly hard to not laugh at how cute he is so you take his hand and kou lit rally thinks he’s gonna pass out when you call him handsome and ask him out before kissing his cheek. he starts crying as he says things like “kuroo!!!! the pretty girl is my girlfriend now!! 🥺❤️😭💖💕😭😭🥳”

akaashi you’re already by his side by the time he wakes up but he doesn’t remember jack so he goes “hello, have u seen my girlfriend? she looks just like you. can u tell me if u see her? I would like to see her—she’s my everything 😊🥰” UGGHH KISS HIIMMM

he doesn’t remember who you are until the medication wears off but you manage to convince him that you’re gonna take him to his girlfriend so you can take him home 💀 and he spends the whole car ride really pretty quiet until you ask him why he’s so fidgety and then he softly tells you “i… can’t wait to see my girlfriend 🥺🥰💕 she said we’d go on an ice-cream date after🍦i hope she’s not mad that it’s been so long 🥺❤️💗” AHDHJANAA like a little happy babyyyy 🥺😭

oikawa tooru’s procedure finishes earlier than expected and has a dental hygienist watching over him as they wait for you and for some reason he starts to sing, but it’s really out of tune because of all the cotton in his mouth and the dental hygienist is just standing there, taking it. you can hear him down the hall as you walk into his room and he’s so excited to see you!!! “did you hear me sing for you, babe? i didn’t want you to get lost in this maze 🥺🥰” “yes, i did, tooru, tysm you don’t have to sing anymore 😊😇💕”

tries to pull you into his lap as the dentist goes through the aftercare procedures and whines “pleasssseeeee, it huuurrrrrttttts i just want cuddddlllleesssss 😭☹️🥺💕” you opt to sit on the edge of the chair as he buries his head in your back 🥰

iwaizumi YOU try to flirt with hajime because he doesn’t remember that you’re his girlfriend and he’s all like stop!!! i have a girlfriend! 😡 AHAHA so you decide to ask him about his lovely girlfriend and he gets the softest smile on his face omggg and he starts going on about how hardworking you are ❤️, determined 💘, beautiful 💖, how nice you smell 😳

when you tell him its you he doesn’t believe you!!! like stop u r trying too hard, stranger!!! 😠 It’s not until you bring up a photo of yourselves and stick it next to your face does he go all soft again like babe i missed you 🥺 there was this weirdo trying to flirt with me, i’m so glad you’re here 🥰 and you tell him that the weirdo was you and he’s like “no, you’re better than that” LMFAAOO THANKS HAJIME 😭

matsukawa his mom is there to pick the two of you up and he’s holding your hand as he turns to you, super concerned and goes “babe, we forgot my teeth 😞” HWJJCKWJSJEF 💀 he’s all pouty and its sooooooo cute LMFAO WHAT DID HE THINK A REMOVAL WAS??? but you play it cool and squeeze his hand and say “i didnt forget you though 😊” he nods like a little kid and says “yeah” and tries to pull you into his lap so that you can cuddle but his mom is right there and you’re tryna be a good passenger and stop him from unbuckling your seatbelt: issei, we can cuddle when we get home!!!!

this giant dude just looks at you all 🥺 and BEGS like “babe please, just a little, i just want to hold you 🥺💕” he tries to guilt trip you like “c’mon, babe, you forgot my teeth” 😭😭😭 STFU u somehow make it back to his place and he tackles you into the couch and promptly falls asleep in 2 minutes flat 😴 his mom thinks its hilarious and thanks u for taking care of him ☺️❤️

hanamaki straight up asks you if you have a boyfriend. you say yes and he gets REALLY SAD OH MY GOD and is all “oh ☹️🥺” but then you cup his cheek and hold one of his hands and start telling him what your boyfriend looks like and how he has cute strawberry hair and pretty eyes and how handsome he is and talking about his cute little eyebrows and how good he is at volleyball and takahiro is like…. 🧐🤨 is that…… me??? but then he’s like wait it couldn’t be and gets all sad again 😭

you can’t take how sad he is and tell him it’s him!!!!! you give him some kisses as an apology 😭🥺💖❤️ and he’s all really?!!? 🥰💖💕💝🥳💕as he pulls you close to rest his head on your chest. he asks you to talk about how much you love him again 😭🥰🥺 refuses to remove himself from you

kyoutani he’s got this super angry expression on his face and everyone stays a good ways away from him 😬 when you come in, you get the same 😡 but then he chills because you’re wearing that one dress he went out of his way to buy for you when you were window shopping together that one time and he’s like …..suspicious why is she wearing her dress 😒 HAJFKAKSW KENTAROU

but THEN he sees the bracelet he got you for your one year anniversary and takes a whiff of you (um 😷) and NOW he’s all WAIT…… connections r being made—he gets super handsy 😳💕 really likes it when you kiss his forehead 🥺 and glares daggers at the dentist with his head on your chest, arms around your waist as you stand next to him and listen to what the aftercare instructions are because he’s all like grrr my girlfriend!! no touch!!! 😡🤬

daichi omg daichi is SO SHY and BASHFUL like he looks at you all 🥺🥰 and when you look towards him he immediately looks away but it’s so obvious because his ears are red and you can see his blush high on his cheekbones 😭🥺💕 you ask him what’s wrong and he’s stuttering trying to ask if you have a boyfriend and you’re like yes ��

his face FALLS and it hurts but then you show him your matching engagement rings 💍 like “we’re fiancés, dai 🥰❤️” and he almost cries as hard as when he heard you say yes 😭💖💕 he’s so EMBARRASSED when you show the video back to him 😭 suga and asahi clown him 🤧

sugawara fella wakes up, looks you in the eye and is like “they’ve rebuilt me, babe✨” what? “the technology!!!” ??? “they made me better than i was before: better, stronger, faster 🤖💪🧠" LMFAO thinks he underwent some experiment like no we just fixed your teeth 😌

when you tell him so he gets a little dejected and asks you if you’d still love him without any upgrades with his lips pursed and his cheeks pink as he plays with your hands 🥺💗 like OFC KOUSHI!!! 🥰🥺❤️ really sweet and giggly on the bus ride home—holds you close and draws circles on your skin as he talks about the strangest things 🙈💖

kageyama no inhibitions so tobio is very attached to you!!! when he wakes up to see you next to him, he grabs you in his half-asleep state to leave slobbery kisses all over you like some dog before he falls back asleep again 💀 he wakes up twenty minutes later to see that you’re gone (had to wash off his spit 😬) and he panics when he doesn’t see you 😭🥺

he gets up to try to look for you and the second you come back, he hugs you and is all ☹️ telling you “don’t go too far, i wanna always be able to find you 😠🥺” you rub his back and pinky promise to stay close by and he’s so relieved he falls asleep standing 😴💕 like …..thanks 🤧 asks if he can play volleyball and pouts rlly hard when the dentist says no 😭💔

atsumu atsumu is loopy af and he wanted to go to the washroom so the poor staff had to hull around this 6’2”, 80kg man around but then you walk in just as they’re about to turn the corner and the moment he sees you, he’s goes “BABIEEEEE, I loOoove yoU! 😍” in this super adorable, high pitched sing-songy voice and makes OBNOXIOUS kissy faces at you but it looks so funny because his mouth is full of cotton 😭😭🤧🥴 the nurses tell you he’s a keeper but then he promptly slips and nearly falls on his face trying to walk over to you unassisted 🙄

the walk to the car is SO HARD because he clings to you like a baby koala and whines when you try to get him to loosen up so that you can get better leverage to support his weight like atsumu pls we’re almost there, just let go for a bit and he’s all puppy eyed like “don’t 🥺 ya 🥺 love 🥺 me 🥺 baby???????? i jus’ wanna be close to ya 💔💔💔” JAJCJJWNCMS he denies all of it when he sobers up

osamu all this fool remembers is that he has a girlfriend and that she looks EXACTLY like you but his brain synapses aren’t working like they used to 😔 so he doesn’t remember that YOU are literally his girlfriend so he just sits there and goes all “you look so much like her….. i miss her sm 😢🤕😞” with this faraway look in his eyes AS IF YOU WERE DEAD 💀 THE DISRESPECT

he rlly wants to hold your hand and touch you but like u aren’t his girlfriend right??? but you tell him u are after rolling ur eyes and show him some photos of the two of you as proof and he’s all “oh!” 😳 and he smiles so broad you can see his little dimple on his left cheek 😭💖 because he can FINALLY hold your hand 🥰 no filter so he whisper-begs for kisses throughout the entire time the dentist talks you through his surgery and how to care for him and you’re so embarrassed JAJCJKAKDSS “pls, pls can i have a kiss” you give him one “can i have one here now” “what about here” “pls another one pls” 🥺🥺🥺 at least he’s polite JAJCNKAFB

suna rin remembers you and right when he wakes up to see you next to him he says, “hello, wife 💖" and waits for your response but like wtf do u SAY like you’ve only ever heard him tell you he loves you that ONE time he thought u were ASLEEP!!! and you haven’t even talked about anything beyond dating yet!!! is it the anaesthetic that’s making him say this or is he just fooling you??? 💀😵 a few minutes later, he sighs and goes “you’re supposed to say ‘hello, husband ❤️’….” 🙄🥱

show him the video after the anaesthetic wears off and he’ll sit there looking at you like “….well? i’m still waiting? 😐” ugH modern romance am i right HAHDJKAKSKAA

ushijima wakatoshi thinks you’re another nurse even though you’re dressed nothing like them and he asks you when his girlfriend is coming and if she knows he’s done with the procedure and also “have you met my girlfriend? she is very beautiful and very kind. you must meet her ☺️” he asks the same questions to the dentist who comes in to talk to you afterwards and they’re looking at him like ?????? “isn’t this your girlfriend, ushijima-san?”

wakatoshi just goes 😯, looks at you and says your name so softly and in the sweetest way possible and tells you he missed you and he loves you and he wants to go get curry from that one restaurant later and the dentist tells you they’ll be back later as you sob 😭😭❤️💕❤️😭💖

semi eita thinks you’re one of the office receptionists when you walk in and asks you if you, his girlfriend 💕, had been notified that the procedure was done and you’re all uh yes she does, she’s coming soon!! he nods very cutely and thanks you, handsome smile on his face at the thought of seeing you 🥰 he turns around to look at the window and you just stand there all 😶 he HUMS softly as he waits and it’s that one song he played for you on his guitar HAJXNJSW 😭🥺💘❤️

he turns back around thirty seconds later like “babe?? is that you?? you got here so fast 😍🥺💖😚” as if it wasn’t you THE WHOLE TIME 💀 melts when you kiss his cheeks tenderly 🥰 plays with your fingers as he softly looks into your eyes!! 😍

tendou really wants to get his wisdom teeth back like just because you pulled them out doesn’t make them yours, sensei 🙄 LMFAO the dentist gives him his teeth afterwards and he holds them out for you and you’re like “tysm for your bloody, gross teeth, satori 🥰😬” “AWWW you’re welcome 😊 aren’t they cute? ya think our kids will be this cute? 💖”

many thoughts: 1) oh god oh GOD he wants to have KIDS WITH YOU!! MARRIAGE??!? 😵❤️ 2) y does he think his molars r cute and y does he hope your kids will look like nasty teeth 😭💀 he’s rlly adamant about you lazing around with him. keeps showing u his teeth for some reason but gives the cutest smiles and hums when you feed him his fav chocolate ice cream 💗💗💗

goshiki he tries to flirt with you but its so funny and endearingly awkward because he’s got all the gauze in his mouth and he isn’t that good at it and he’s on the verge of tears half the time and you dont know why??? you ask him and his brows are all furrowed, pout on his lips and says “just wanna be your boyfriend pls 🥺💕” “yeah?” “yeah,” he nods. “i promise to do my best 🥺”

when you tell him you’re already dating, he starts to cry and is all like i have to tell all my friends 😭 tsutomu cries to the dentist like “sensei, y’know, we’re boyfriend and girlfriend 😭❤️” he quiets down when you brush through his hair with your hands ☺️

terushima you walk into his room after he’s done and ask the dental hygienists how he’s doing and he looks at you all confused like 🤨 and asks the hygienists who you are. they think you’re married for some reason and say “that’s your wife!” and you’re so EMBARRASSED but also super happy on the inside HAHA he straight up goes “DAAAMMNNN, I did alright, huh?! when we bustin’ outta here?!” 🤪😜🥴😘 as if he could actually differentiate between left and right, up and down 😔

just in case, he asks you if you’re his wife at the same time the dentist asks if the two of you will be okay from here on out and you nod to the dentist’s question but yuuji thinks it’s for him so he lays back down with this satisfied look on his face like HELL YEAH alright, alright, alright 😌🥰🥴 and does those little nods SIDJAJJDJSJFJR HAHAHAHA

sakusa omi lets you play with his bangs and hands as you wait for the dentist and he LOVES IT softest smile on his face!! RIDICULOUSLY CLINGY!!!! he does NOT want you to leave him at all, will not let you go to the bathroom even though you’re like “omi, please, the dentist is busy with another patient right now, i’ll be back soon before we go through the aftercare stuff” “no” “omi, i have to pee” “do it here” and now it’s you who’s all 🤢

gets really defensive and protective when the dentist comes in and just shoves his head in your chest because he doesn’t want to look at them LMFAO death grip around your waist 🤧 when you show him what he said about you going to the bathroom he demands you delete it “omi, i didn’t know u loved me that much 🥰🥺💕” “…………..🤐”

hoshiumi kourai insisted he was fine on his own “nothing is impossible for hoshiumi kourai, national athlete 😤” when the dentist asked if he needed someone to watch over him and the dentist is 🤨 ok sir and leaves after he falls asleep. when he wakes up, no one’s in his room and he has to use the washroom and he’s like i’ll do just it myself 🙄 he tries to stand and promptly collapses to the floor. he CRAWLS around on his stomach and makes it out of his room just as you walk in and you’re like KOU whY are you on the FLOOR like a ROACH 😭😭😭

it’s like you’re reenacting some dramatic romance movie as kou groans around the gauze and makes poor attempts to stand up, holding onto you LAKDSHLASKAHD 💀💀💀 asks you to get on the floor with him because he honest to god can’t get UP so that he can cuddle with you as the dentist and his assistants stand two feet away 🥰💕 tries to fight the staff when they get too close to you trying to help him get back to his bed HAJJFKAKDMAD

extra: kita shinsuke (lol) when kita finishes his wisdom tooth extraction, he looks at you like this and doesnt remember who you are; he thinks you’re here for another patient and doesn’t say a word to you because his grandma taught him not to talk to strangers.

[mrs-march-ahs]

Fashion Show for Kai

🎶I hit 600 and I’m at my peak Let’s all get excited for my Kai Week🎶 sorry that there’s so much author’s note today

Summary- Kai is sick of you loitering and bothering him, so he gives you a one time offer to go shopping and buy anything you want. The type of clothing you chose makes him realise giving you his credit card was a good choice, for both of you.

Warnings- Soft Daddy! Kai, knife & blood kink, nerd alert (Words- 2.5k) (Tag list- @tatestripedsweater​) 

Requests- “ Can u do a kai x fem!reader smut where kai is actually a soft daddy?? I know it sounds kinda impossible for kai but it really makes me feel nice to imagine him as a soft daddy so yeah. And reader's not a virgin but it's her first time with kai. Maybe like after a cult meeting.” Yes miss girl <3

“#52 & a lil bit of knife play with divine ruler?😇 you’re so talented ily <3 - @daddyevanpeters​” I didn’t use the number prompt which I hope is okay, I think you’ll like this<3 no i love you

“CONGRATULATIONS ON 300 FOLLOWERS!!!! You are so inspiring and talented. I just joined the fandom recently, and you have been such an amazing person to look up to! I heard that you were taking requests, sooooooo do you think you could do a head cannon for James, Kai, or the Evans (if you want) on how the would react to seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!! THANK YOU!” I hope you’re still here! This request is clearly from a while ago, but this was the perfect opportunity! I love it, thank you you’re sooo sweet<3

you’ll need this picture for later, enjoy ;)

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You slowly walk downstairs, and try to take a quick glance to see whether Kai’s cult meeting is coming to an end. Although you were almost always welcome, when it came to an upcoming murder, for some reason, Kai didn’t want you involved. And to keep you as safe and indifferent as possible, he didn’t tell you anything about it. But now that you were having a few days off work, you found yourself wandering around the house aimlessly, wanting to be with Kai even more than usual. You were usually welcome at the meetings, and it felt unnatural to you to have to avoid them. When you peaked your head around the corner of the bookshelf, Kai instantly notices you and hedges in his sentence, looking to the floor and sighing. He rubs his eyes before looking back up at you.

“I thought I was clear, can’t you keep yourself busy?”, he snaps at you. You walk over a little closer to him and sigh in exasperation.

“Can’t I just sit with you? I won’t even listen I swear-”, you don’t bother saying anything else when Kai stands up and burns you with his eyes.

“Go away”. You sulk at his words but continue to stand there, your eyes flicking around the floor, searching for something else to say and as you open your mouth to beg to stay yet again, another loud sigh interrupts you. He shakes his head and reaches into his pocket, before taking out his wallet and then credit card. He holds it in front of you and speaks with his regular authoritative tone of voice. He had to make sure that everybody at the meeting knew that he was completely in charge of you.

“Here. Don’t go crazy, but go somewhere and keep yourself busy”. You hesitantly take his credit card from his hand and nod at him, but when you pick your arms up to give him a grateful hug, he pushes them back down to deny it and snaps at you once last time.

“Do not come back here until I’m done with my meeting”

You nod and promptly leave, knowing that Kai doesn’t expect an answer, and just expects you to understand and follow every order he gives you. You quickly get dressed and leave the house, knowing Kai will get more mad if you sit around and don’t take advantage of what he gave you. Though he never particularly showered you with money, he always made sure he spoiled you some way or another so you would stay close to him.

You cautiously but happily spend Kai’s money, unsure how much you have or how much he is willing for you to spend, but in order to make sure that he wont regret giving you this gift, you decide to treat him too.

Within a little more than an hour, the very complicated plan of murder is clear to everybody in the cult and the meeting comes to an end. At that very second when most people begin to scatter, your phone in your pocket dings loudly, making sure you hear it. You’re in huge trouble if you don’t reply to Kai’s messages and calls, so to avoid having your phone taken away you never put it on silent or vibrate, and immediately read his messages. He asks when you’re planning to return home, and even though you were on your way for a coffee, mostly done with shopping, you don’t want to make him wait for you. Your thumbs dance around the keypad as you plan a message when your phone buzzes in your hand with another message from Kai.

‘Come home now’

Although his anger and fierce dominance strikes fear in others, and sometimes in you too, you go home with an innocent smirk on your face, already excited for angry Kai.

When you walk through the door Kai shuts it instantly after you, making you flinch, not having noticed him behind it. You attempt to hide your bags behind your back, but to no avail.

“I got a scam alert”, he says calmly, turning the key in the door to lock it.

“Uncharacteristic purchase from Victoria’s Secret”, he says quietly. Kai inches closer to you and puts his hands on your waist with a tight possessive grip, before looking over your shoulder at the bags behind your back. Most of them pink, one of them black. He exhales deeply in satisfaction at the sight of tissue paper, already excited for the show you’re going to put on for him.

Without a single word, he goes upstairs, and you follow him like a little lost puppy following its owner. He walks into a bedroom and sits on the end of the bed, facing the door. As you walk in behind him, he leans back on his arms and looks you up and down, examining your fully dressed body. When his eyes once again reach yours, he shakes his head to the side once, and you quickly nod.

“Yes, Divine Ruler, I’ll be right back”. You leave the room and go to the bathroom and weigh your options on which lingerie to show him first, but wanting to look as innocent as possible for him, you quickly rip your clothes off and jump into the shower for a minute, gently caressing your skin with body wash before dressing up for him.

As soon as Kai hears the water running, he sighs, and starts to look around the room, needy and already thinking of ways to punish you for wasting his time.

But soon enough, you gently step towards the bedroom Kai’s in and open the door, making Kai sit up when he hears the creak. You stand before him in your baby pink lacy underwear and bra and slowly walk over to him, making your steps as light as possible.

“I showered and oiled up for you, Divine Ruler”, you say seductively making Kai moan breathily at the sight of you glistening. When you get close enough, he puts his hands on your waist and slides them down to your thighs, one of his favorite places on your body, before putting his face to them. He runs his lips along your thighs and moans at how soft you feel under him. The soft sounds coming out of him turn you on immensely, and how his rough and dry lips slide along your thighs makes them tingle.

Kai’s hands rubbing over your ass makes your mind wander to the filthiest thoughts you have, ones you’d only share if Kai made you. A recent scenario that often came to your mind in the shower was one from a week ago, where Kai bent you over his desk as per usual, but instead of fucking you right away, he spread your cheeks and used his heavenly mouth on you, something he doesn’t do often. His hands on your thighs brought back every memory you have of him between them, making you cum over and over again until you grip his hair in the excitement, which always results in him putting you in handcuffs. Unexpectedly, Kai bites your thigh, making you gasp and break out of your trance of dirty thoughts.

“You’ve picked the perfect day to be sensitive, my love”. Kai’s new nickname for you instantly heals the temporary pain caused by his teeth, and you look at him, completely smitten and in love.

He stands up and kisses your lips once, very softly, before turning the two of you around and pushing you on the bed. But today, he does so gently, and you fall onto the mattress and feel the soft covers hug your skin and make you feel a way you never feel. Loved. It was obvious that Kai loved you, and even though he never said it, he showed it by prioritizing you over any other member of the cult, and trying to protect you from certain cruel things the world has to offer. He knew you were the strongest and most dedicated member and he always felt the devotion you gave him when you volunteered to do things for him that the other pussies were scared to do. Your heartless dedication to commit murder and crimes for him was what made gentle and innocent moments like this so special to him. Your naivety and trust for him made him hard.

He straddles you and looks at you beneath him. His eyes were as dark and lustful as always, so you put your hands up to the bed frame, all ready to be tied to up at his mercy. He smiles at your obedient actions ever so lovingly, before cupping your cheek and leaning down to you.

“Not today, little lamb”. You slowly put your hands back down confused by his words, almost worried by him not being as dominant as always, but all worries melt away when he kisses you once again, not forcing his tongue in and not making you feel like you must please him. Instead, kissing you so passionately that you are left breathless and occasionally forget to kiss back, enjoying your master taking care of you and kissing your gentle lips. He moves his attention to your neck, sucking on it gently leaving the tiniest bruises that will fade away within hours.

“Do you trust me?”, he whispers against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

“Of course, Divine Ruler”. Your instant response makes Kai smile against your neck and sit back up on you. He reaches into his pocket, and slowly takes out his pocketknife, flicking it open.

“I’m not going to tie you down, Y/N, so you need to stay still, you understand?”, he asks deeply. You look at the blade in his hand with pleading eyes and gulp at the idea of him hurting you.

“You want to… cut me?”. You ask, trying to sound as sure of yourself as possible. Divine Ruler hates weak girls.

“Of course not, I won’t cut you. If you don’t move”, he says as if it’s all so obvious. No matter how unsure you were about this, his confidence made you rely on him even more and you nod your head, willing to do whatever it is he wanted from you. His warm smile at your willingness to take whatever he does to you melts your heart and you take a deep breath before relaxing your body completely. You close your eyes and Kai shuffles down to sit over your legs, looking at your boobs and thighs in the gorgeous underwear you wore for him. Just for him.

He lays his blade against your boob, and slides it down your chest, making you open your eyes nervously but stay completely still. He hums as he slides it down your stomach, before getting to your panties and unexpectedly puts the blade under them.

“I like these”, he simply states, before in one quick motion slicing them off at one side.

“We’ll have to get some more”

He slices them off at the other side, and peels them away from you, making you bite your lip. No matter how many times Kai does a multitude of dirty things to you, your stomach fills with butterflies whenever you feel his eyes on your naked body.

He puts his knife against your lower abdomen and pushes it down slightly, making it dig into your skin without breaking it. He carefully inspects the dent in your skin as he moves it down your thigh, pushing the blade at an angle that won’t cut you. Kai is intoxicated at the incredible sight of you with your panties cut off, and staying still for him with fear behind your eyes. The vulnerability of you under his knife makes his cock harden, and he puts his other hand on your thigh with a tight grip. He gives it a harsh squeeze which not only sends a pool of arousal to your pussy, but also makes you gasp and move unintentionally, his blade digging into your skin making serious contact this time. But Kai continues to move it down, creating a slice in your thigh that begins to drool blood. You wince at the feeling but say nothing, willing to take it to see Kai pleased.

“Doing such a good job baby”, Kai mumbles under his breath, his eyes glued to the sight of you bleeding. The soft praise sticks in your mind, standing separate to the usual degrading you receive from Kai during sex. He puts the blade in front of his face and licks the blood off it, keeping strong eye contact with you, making you wet.

Just when you think you can’t get any more turned on by Kai’s sudden nurturing, as you feel your blood drip down almost to the bed sheet, he leans down and licks the blood up, then sucking the blood out of your scar. The stinging only adds to the pleasure, as you are far from new at pain and pleasure combined.

He continues sucking and kissing your thighs, getting dangerously close to where you yearn to feel his face, and starts mumbling sweet nothings against them.

“Took it like such a good girl, you know”

You lean your head back not being able to handle the praise, and bite your lip in excitement knowing you make Kai this happy.

“You’re gonna get a treat for this”. Kai sits up and puts his hands under your knees and picks up your thighs, taking a longing glance between your legs as he spreads them.

Although it takes everything from you to not sit and take the treat like a good girl, you hope the happier you make him the more he’ll do for you, and you use all the strength in your body to interrupt him.

“Kai, wait”, you say softly. “I have another outfit I think you might like”. He looks at you and considers your suggestion, before putting down your thighs. You quickly sit up and practically run to the bathroom, not only desperate to get your treat, but also knowing that the outfit will take a second to put on.

When you come back out to see Kai, his eyes widen and he resists the temptation to throw his mouth open, and clenches his jaw instead. He carefully examines you from top to bottom and back, soaking in your costume. You have a black sports bra with ropes on it, khaki shorts with a gun belt and a pistol, and your hair in a braid. Divine Ruler liked sweet obedient girls, but it was obvious the inner nerd in Kai would lose his mind at your outfit.

You walk over to him as confidently as possible, the hunger in his eyes giving you a huge ego boost, and he stands up to look down at you.

“Looks like you’re ready to be my naughty girl again, correct?”, he growls, and you nod at him. He smirks and walks over to the bed stand, taking out your handcuffs. But instead of following, you stay stood and look at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to look intimidating. He looks over at you and throws the handcuffs on the bed.

“Hurry up Lara, I have some digging and exploring to do”.

[bebe-thewriter]

Yo I’m BeBe and I have a book on wattpad that’s not getting any attention sooooooo I decided to share it here! Tho, I feel like I should start with an introduction blog🤔 you know what it is what it is.

In this story connie is a drummer in a band and y/n is a amazing singer! Now without further ado the boos no one asked for “bare with me”!!!!

 ~ I bet you fell it now baby.~

"Y/n what's so good about them?" A girl with black hair and two pigtails says.

~Especially since we've only known each other one day but,~

"You don't understand Mikasa, S.C.O.U.T.S have some of the best music our generation has ever heard! I mean listen to it, don't you feel something?"

~I'm exorcising Demons, got ''em running round the block now~

I stare at Mikasa and slowly start to see her reacting to the song. "Your right y/n his voice is kinda...." "see I told you, this bands music makes you feel things you have never felt before." I say as I watch Mikasa start to sway.

~location drop now~

"Y/n who is this singing he sounds..... interesting" "girl is that your way of saying his voice makes you horny?" I see Mikasa softly blush, "y/n" "ok, ok damn, his name is eren Yeager, he's the lead vocalist" she slightly hums "eren hmm" I don't blame mikasa for her reaction, eren indeed has a voice that could bring out a side in people they didn't even know existed, but for me it isn't the voice that gets me all hot and bothered no, it's the drums.

Connie springer. S.C.O.U.T.S drummer and backup vocalist. He plays like he's a teen who just experienced their 3rd high, you can tell he's experienced but not to the point that it's intimidating, but to a point where it's playful. I sway to the music my hands trailing up and down my body conscious of what's coming next. I wait in anticipation and bam it's here.

~ the waters getting colder, let me in your ocean, swim~

There it is Connie's designated drum's, mikasa and I both start dancing like nobody's watching, bumping, grinding, flipping, you name it. Whenever Connie's drums come on I can't help my self, he's so talented and it makes me well...... anyway.

I start singing along to the song, losing myself in the music. "Y/n your voice is beautiful when are you gonna get yourself a record deal" mikasa says. "Girl stop playing I'm not that good" mikasa just stares with a 😑🤨 face as if she's thinking 'you know damn well your that good' "seriously y/n you need to do something about that gift of yours, your singing is way to good for just random humming while cleaning school bathrooms" "idk mikasa, stuff like that takes time to develop and I'm too scared to even sing infront of my mom. I think I'll hang low for now" you say. Mikasa looks at you and nods her head while both of you go back to listening to your neawest "obsession" S.C.O.U.T.S. Unknowing to you that your life is about to change forever.

Y/n and Mikasa sit in their assigned seats at the back of the class, both bored out of their minds and spacing out.

Music class is supposed to be fun, but when you only read music everyday, hear wannabe pop stars do that dumb Billie eillish growl, and witness kids trying to show off all the time, you kinda just want the class to be over with.

"Alright class settle down" the teacher says. "We have some very special gust coming to our school." I lean over my desk, my interest was peaked.

"Their gonna come to our school to host a talent show! Their looking for another vocalist, and a new type of sound." Everyone in the class is now silent trying to get as much information they can. There was just one question on everyone's tongue, who?

"The band that is hosting this event goes by S.C.O.U.T.S!!"

Everyone in the room erupts into chatter while Mikasa stared daggers in your head. "Girl what do you want?" You say. "I want you to enter your scary ass in that competition" She replies. Before you can say something back the teacher continues.

"In fact they should be here any second now"

Now this threw yo ass off guard. There was no way S.C.O.U.T.S we're actually coming to your scho-

"Yo what's going on?" A deep voice says. You look up to see Jean Kirsten standing in-front of the class with his signature guitar in hand. Everyone starts to fangirl including the dudes.

"How's everyone doing?" You look at the second voice only to see none other than Sasha the potato enthusiast with a keyboard next to her.

Mikasa taps your arm in excitement. "Y/n, lookkkkkk" you do as she says and sees him eren Yeager "mf looks mustier in person" you say louder then you meant to. "Pffftttt eren she just called you musty lmao" that voice, you know that voice. It was deep but not to the point that you cant understand some word like mr. mike, it was raspy.

Eren hmps then goes back to introducing himself while Connie stares. "I'm Connie springer, nice to meet y'all" he says as his eyes stare into mine.

The rest of the group introduced themselves as I check Connie out. My eyes slowly trail done his neck and stops to see a neck tattoo in Spanish. My eyes continue to lower and notice his muscles, 'not to big but big enough to see them through his shirt lorddddd' I think. I slowly reach the bottom half of his body and see the waist line of his underwear poking out of his grey sweat pant's, but before I go any lower I bring my eyes to his face and see that he was doing the same for me. His eyes traced my body up and down while he licked his lips muttering a small "daymn." As we both lock eyes he smiles slightly, well more like a smirk.

"What a gyalis" mikasa says to you having whitenesses the whole interaction. "Damn y'all was really eye fucking in class wow" you turn to see yamir smirking at you. "Can both of y'all sthu damn, always in black folk business.

"I can't wait to see all the participants show us what they got!" Connie says eyes still on you, and only you.

"Your auditioning for the talent show right?"

Mikasa, Yamir, and I were now eating lunch discussing the exciting opportunity we were gifted.

"Idk Yamir, the auditions are tomorrow and I don't have a song, honestly why did they wait to tell us about it?" I said biting into my food.

"Nobody knows and frankly nobody cares. Y/n if you were given the opportunity of your life time and learn that its actually legit would you hesitate?" Mikasa asked.

"Yeah, if you have no idea what the outcome may be." I reply seeing mikasa lowly shake her head.

"I severely hope you wouldn't , do you know how many people would kill for this? Do you? Y/n the people at this school are all here for the same reason you are, make it big in the music industry, and I guarantee you they WONT hesitate."

Mikasa was right, they do attend an ART school, and the people at art schools have their sights set on what they want to do, and will do anything to get it.

"Ok ok your right I should cease the moment, I should be bold, I'm gonna try out for that talent show and do my best!"

"Girl you think to small, your gonna enter the talent show and your gonna win!" Yamir corrects.

The 3 girls laughed together finishing their food and started heading to the last class of the day.

"Oh shit." I muttered.

"What's wrong" asked Mikasa.

"I just thought about it, what the hell am I gonna sing?"

This is important the song you pick could make or break you, and being a singer who can't go to high limits me to an infuriating degree.

(All my altos who Can kinda sing high but sounds better in a lower register please stand up).

"Damn your right uhhhhhhhh let me see." Yamir says. Digging in her bag she pulls out her phone.

"I'm gonna look through my play list." Yamir said. "Do you want something sexy, cute, badass, or calming." I thought about it for awhile, this whole talent show was made to find a new singer for their band, meaning I should do a song that sounds like something the band would play at a gig, and I knew exactly what type of sound that is.

"Sexy"

"It's your lucky day, it seems Amaare has a new song with Kali uchi called sad girlz luv money, have a listen" she hands me her EarPods and phone.  And at that moment I knew this was the mother fucking song.

"Yamir your a genius, your actually insane! But how did you find such a perfect song so fast?!?"

"Y/n as an inspiring producer you have to know what's happening in the industry at all times and I just so happen to be one of the top producers in the school" she really is amazing!

Mikasa interrupts my gushing over Yamir and states that  I should start prepping for the audition to which I agree.

The day finally ends, mikasa, Yamir and I take the subway to my apartment since I live off campus. When we finally arrive the three of us almost immediately get to work. Mikasa design's hair, makeup, and cloths for me (mikasa focuses on cosmetology and fashion design in this book) Yamir preps the music and try's to bend the track to my vocal range along with adding some cool events to the backing track, and I just sing, sing my gigantic heart out, I do vocal exorcises, sing random ass songs, hell I even called my parents and performed for them, I just did anything that could prep me for tomorrow not knowing if my hard work would pay off or not.

-Next day-

I wake up and hour before my alarm the nerves getting to me. Mikasa and Yamir slept over as we were gonna put everything together before school started.

"Y/n get ready auditions are all day today so we have to leave right now or we'll catch a big ass line or some shit" Yamir says

I start to get ready singing the song to myself making sure i don't stumble on any words.

I finish getting ready and check myself out

I look at my pink and black wig and almost went to Mikasas room and ate her out because how do you even come up with something like that, and the fitttttt broooo I look like a black version of nana osaki! She deserves all the food in the word bro.

I step out the bathroom and walk t words the kitchen to show the girls how I look in the outfit.

"I just creamed"

"Yamir please, don't nobody want to hear all that" you say with a chuckle while mikasa is dying of laughter. Times like these make you really appreciate your friends.

"Alright babe you ready?" Mikasa asks.

"Ready as I'll ever be" you replie as the three of you walk and and hand to the talent show, not knowing that y'all lives were about to change forever.

At the auditions (Connie's pov)

"Thank you for that proformance well let you know if you got in later this afternoon!" Eren said knowing full well that performance was ass.

"Dude I don't think we're gonna find any good contestants we've been sitting here for 2hours and have only found like 4 good singers we need at least 10!" Sasha says waving her hands around

"Exactly we've only been doing this for 2 hours be patient" Jean says

While they chat I see the door slowly open and a girl with half pink hair stroll in.

"Guys shut the fuck up, look" they all stop.

I zero in on her face and realize she's the girl I was checking out yesterday! And boy was she a stunner. Her wig was slayed to a tee, her outfit fit her perfectly, and her makeup was neat.

"Hi my name is y/n I'm 19 years old and I'm from Minneapolis Minnesota"

God even her voice was beautiful

"What's a girl like you doing in New York?" Jean asks

"Obviously she's here to make it big idiot" armin chimes in.

"Anyway please tell us when your ready y/n" I say making sure I say her name slowly.

"I'm ready" she says

Y/n's pov

"Tell us when your ready y/n" boy was that deadly his eyes were lowers slightly and he slowly sat back in his chair spreading his legs. Oooo he just know he fine. I take a big breath and say "I'm ready"

(Play the song)

Oh, there's dollars all around

Dolla, dolla bills, yeah

Dolla, dolla bills

Yeah, you've been staring at me

I don't really know how long now

I slowly start to sway, doing my little dancey dance. I see the band lean into their seats as I slowly start to wind my hips doing a little hip pop to the beat, eyes closed,

I don't need no fake love

No, I don't need no favor

I know my time go come

Just me and my maker

I'm gonna make the paper

I'm gonna make the paper

I'm gonna make the dollar bills

I'm gonna get paid yeah

I lower my self to the floor and arch my back to the beat and I know all eyes are on me.

I really like to party

I really like to party

I really like to party

I cannot control my body

So when this song is starting

Just cancel all your plans oh

It's evident in my dancing

Moonwalk like Michael Jackson

I here whistling and see Sasha mouth you Betta fuck it up. Connie's focus is on me nothing els, I see him smirk and whisper something to eren. It then hits me.

'I'm totally getting in'

I really like your body, I really like your body

I don't know why you hide it

I wanna see you behind me

You know you don't gotta lie to me

Yo quiero sentirte inside of me

Todo el día imaginándote

Lo quiero pa' mí to' la noche

And you know I don't need no favors

You know I don't need no fake love

I'm that bitch on and off of the cameras

Type of bitch few people can handle

And I walk like I know my pussy dangerous

Talk like my words are made of angel dust

When I whisper to you in a couple languages

Lo que quiero, papi, es besos en la espalda, pues

Como cien millón de besos todo el día

That's the only thing que me da alegría

Sabes que yo quiero hacerte cosas sucias

Y quemarte con estas caricias

Tu lengua en todo mi cuerpo

Cuando termines te quedas por dentro

Tu lengua en todo mi cuerpo

Y cuando termines te quedas por dentro

When it gets to the Spanish part all hell breaks loose "stop the music, stop the music" Connie orders

"Mama you can't come out here act all shy and timid, and proceed to tear the roof down. With the way you were dancing and the sudden Spanish being thrown in their i nearly had a heart attack!"

I frown "I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"No it's not a bad thing it's a really good thing. Do you know what you were saying in Spanish?" I nod my head.

"Oh mama, that's dangerous territory your crossing and I like it" he states while he strokes his hair. (What hair?🤨)

"He's right y/n you did that!" Sasha adds throwing a plate at me. "You ate girl" I laugh

"Thank you"

"No, thank you! I was loosing hope!" Jean says

"You'll figure out this afternoon if you got in" eren informs while armin mouths 'you got in'

"Thank you all" i say walking out of the room. I walk up to mikasa and Yamir

"Girl. You fucked that shit upppppp" yamir states as we all celebrate

Now it's time to wait and see what happens next

Ight so the spacing is real weird but that’s because I paced all 3 chapters of my book onto here, I didn’t see the point of posting 3 times🤣 but yeah if anyone actually reads this, you want me to continue? Ight BeBe out💃🏾

[chanluster]

a fish out of water | f (teaser)

“With Changbin you are a fish out of water, but a bird that can fly.”

collab oneshot | sports! au | approx. 10k words

s u m m a r y >> being a waitress at your dad’s chicken shop wasn’t the most ideal job, but with dreams of attending the haneol sports university, you power through — even if it means dealing with customers such as seo changbin, elite swimmer and irritant extraordinaire. however, when that very boy catches you swimming in the university pool, you have to comply to his wishes in order to avoid consequences — arguing, spending time, and see what’s truly beneath that cheeky, muscled exterior.

w a r n i n g s >> weightlifting fairy kim bokjoo! au, waitress! reader, swimming major student! changbin, you and changbin are friends but like yall still annoying, changbin is hot and he knows it, you’re sick of hearing it, alot of teasing and making fun of each other, sooooooo much fluff, literally too much fluff, slight sexual tension but its still fluff cause im fearing god today, 2racha cameo, i guess a tiny bit of angst??? pressing (x) to doubt tho, also very stupid egg puns which will make you want to exit this fic

p l a y l i s t >> here!

t a g l i s t >> @aliceu @kookings @hyuckworld @ioveseung (send an ask if you wish to be added!)

a u t h o r ‘ s  n o t e >> hey yall i finally stopped being lazy and decided to write !! this is the teaser for my part in the @hanflix​ ‘kdrama’ themed collab!! yall have already seen me scream about weightlifting fairy so no surprise i wrote about them :’) anyway i hope you guys enjoy my changbin as my beloved jung junhyung <3

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NEVER DID YOU WANT TO DROWN YOURSELF MORE.

Because before you stood the last boy you wanted to see in this situation.

The shock of his presence had you collapsing in the pool again.

Splutters of laughter escaped him as a great splash! sounded from your impact, you rising to the surface laboriously as you wheezed in a breath. Your eyes widened at Seo Changbin, grinning like a Disney villain at your near-death experience.

“Wh-what…” you rasped out, holding onto the ramps. “What the hell...are you doing here?”

“Me?” he asked in surprise, pointing to himself. “I was gonna ask you that!”

You opened your mouth to argue with him, but then the realisation hit.

Of course. You’re not part of the swim team.

The boy carried on, watching you carefully. “I was ready to practice alone in the middle of the night, because you know,” he gestured his hands at his figure, “I’m actually part of the swim team.

“And who do I see before me?” he drawled, both hands on his hips. “The Birdie of Bok Chicken, swimming without permission in the university pool.”

He then paused. “Swimming a little too good to just be a waitress at a local chicken shop.”

You looked away, slightly embarrassed at his observation. “I usually go to the other public pool, but—shit!” you suddenly yelled. “That’s not the point!”

Hauling yourself out of the pool, you felt Changbin’s voice interrogate you. “How did you even enter? The place is locked after roll call.”

When your eyes stole a glance at the windows, he instantly noticed. “Oh my God, you climbed in?”

“I don’t know, I wasn’t thinking straight!” you whined, hugging yourself foolishly. “I just...whenever I deliver some food to you and your friends I see the pool behind you and…” you then groaned, wanting to hide your face in your hands. “I just wanted to swim here, okay?!”

Cocking his head, his gaze darted to the security offices beyond the floor windows of the building. “You’d be in big trouble if someone caught you.”

That had you gaping at him. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna rat me out!” you exclaimed, dread rising in your gut. Frantically, you wondered of the horrific consequences of his decision, if the matter would reach your father.

No doubt he would deep fry you along with his chicken.

“Don’t you worry, Birdie,” you heard the boy’s consolation. “I won’t tell anyone about you sneaking here.”

You were about to sigh in relief when you caught sight of his knowing smirk.

“On one condition.”

Sliding his hands in his track bottoms, he shifted on his feet, his chest snug in the tight black vest he adorned. Your eyes did not miss the tightening of his biceps, the twitch of his lips curving maliciously.

Oh, no. The bastard was not thinking of anything in your favour.

“What...and what would that be?”

Changbin found the courage to drop the terms.

The one condition he had been meaning to ask since the day you delivered him his first order of Bok Chicken.

“Go on a date with me.”

Your mouth fell to the floor.

What did he say to you?

“What did you say to me?”

The boy furrowed his brows. “I think I said it loud enough.” He took a step forward, shoes hitting the small puddle around you. “One day. One full day, you go out with me, and I won’t tell a soul.”

A scoff was what you first offered him. “I’ll drown myself before I go on a date with you,” you retorted.

Judging by the look on his face, that was not the right answer. “Okay, then, sweetheart,” he merely said, turning on his heel. “I hope the dean enjoys what I’m about to report to him!”

Widening your eyes, you instinctively reached out your hand. Grabbing onto his wrist, you held him back, he whirling his head to yours.

You didn’t catch his stare, darting to your strong grip, and then back to you again. “Why?” you got out, squeezing his wrist. “Why this condition?”

He parted his mouth at your question.

In truth, he didn’t know himself.

As he pursed his lips in thought, he wondered whether he would be able to tell you a valid answer. In full truth, all he knew was that spending time with you was a wish he didn’t realise he’d been harbouring. Sure, you both argued like little children, but within every retort and exaggerated scoff lay an inner longing to keep you near him.

Even if it meant he risked being floored by your god-awful scooter.

He would never tell you this, though. Not to boost your probably massive ego.

So he only offered you a knowing smile. “I just enjoy messing with you, Birdie.”

You then noticed the iron grip you had on him, your fingers digging into his warm skin. Quickly you broke the contact, locking your hands behind your back. “One day. No more.”

The grin that broke onto his face made you uneasy.

“You won’t regret it.”

A fearful bite of lips was your answer.

You weren’t so sure of that.

Not one bit.

[funklorde]

Looking at the stars,

- 𝑆𝑡𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑥 𝑜𝑐

This is so cute I'm a make a part two omg also this is my character I'm shifting as

Tags: teacher AU where they don't have powers, fluff, friends to lovers, it's a process so Strangers to lovers?, older love because Strange is an old fart, mutual love confession, flirting, also I ain't proofread sooooooo

Dr. Stephen Strange has been teaching at this school for years. He knows everyone and everything. Yet he stays to himself and is even intimidating to teachers who started a couple years after him.

He was quite mysterious. He would never ask of anything from anyone and had managed very well. Some students were said to be scared of him but would come by after graduating to say how much he’s helped them.

But he wouldn’t give no mercy to any of his colleagues; he’d never really talk to anyone and if he did he’d not be the most positive person. But in his mind it didn’t matter of what the other teachers thought of him. Anyways, teachers come and go from the school after either “getting a better job” or having the students drive them out.

So he thought of this year no different. In recent times teachers have been moving in and out like nothing. He’d remark on how “soft” the teachers of today have gotten. “Not sharing yourself and keeping things profession” was his idea of the perfect mental for a teacher.

This year he decided it would be fun to guess how long these teachers are staying.

It had only been few teachers left from his start of teaching and even fewer of the ones that came after him. There were 5 new teachers have arrived. Some had bright and happy faces excited to teach at the school. He’d guess that wouldn’t stay long. But there was one that caught his eye.

“Brianna Smokes.” She introduced herself as Strange stood at her door. She had a rasp in her voice and the way she said “Brianna” with her tongue was laid smoothly.

“But I don’t like when people pronounce it all weird like “Bri-Anna” so you could just call me Brie.” She walked around finishing up her classroom.

“Who said I’d pronounce it weird?” Stephen said. She gave him a upset look while holding her box of supplies. That look gave him all he needed; she is probably going to be the only person he’d ever get along with.

“Anywho, my name is Dr. Stephen Strange. All of the other teachers call me Doctor in front of me and Strange behind my back. I suppose you’ll make do of something.” His head hit the frame of the door.

“Will so.” She dropped a box down full of books. Then is when he noticed how she really looked.

She was short and curvy with the most cutest hands ever with a dark purple nail polish. She wore a gothic outfit with some velvety black pumps that matched with his velvety dark purple dress. Her hands filled of rings went through her hair.

Her hair jet black, straightened and bumped making it look absolutely luscious. She had all of this yet seemed to be at least 5 years younger than Stephen. It was something so aged yet so youthful of her patched-face; the first thing he seen when he saw her was her vitiligo.

He felt like a straight up prev for looking at her how he did. He didn’t even notice that in his years of teaching, maybe in his years of life, had he ever looked at someone the way he did Ms. Smokes.

This was going to break him entirely.

For the next two months of the school year, he noticed everything about her. And how much he adored her. She was so nice yet so mean. He never found such beautiful balance. He’d listen to her do her lessons just to hear the thick yet delicate voice of Ms. Smokes.

It was early in the morning; the only time that Brianna doesn't like. From her night owl-ing, she always is so sleepy in the morning. Yet she still is one of the first teachers at the school.

The number one would be Stephen, he was reading a book with his legs on his desk and his black coat spilled over his chair. He had the sleeves of his red button-down tolled up and his black dress pants tied together with an even darker leather black belt. What a damn sight for Ms. Smokes with her early morning blues.

“Good Morning Doctor Strange.” she held the door. The way she said it made him smile and look up from his book. “Brianna.” He greeted. “How was your night.” He already knew of her night activities.

“Wasn’t the greatest. Venus entered Scorpio. Made me think of you.” she smiled extra hard at the last part. “Well, I've actually been thinking of you too. I wanted to talk to you about something.” He straightened himself.

This had made Brianna somewhat nervous. She felt as if they had a lot of tension and that from what she know of him he'd bring it up and turn it down. But she didn't know if she wanted that or acceptance. Because she didn't know if she liked Strange or she just didn't like the conflict of rejection.

Her stomach tied as she said “About?” and he responded by asking her to shut the door. All of the teacher's doors were naturally locked especially in the morning. Strange kept his key in his desk.

“I usually don't have relationships with a lot of people; let alone my coworkers. But it's something that I find so, I’d say, favorable about my relationship with you. You are a very fitting person for me, and I don't even see you as just a work friend- or someone I just talk to let time fly-”

“You like me?” Her face was filled with genuine and wonder. “Yes.” He shook his head. She smiled. “I like you too.” her face was blown up with a curled smile. He chuckled. “Yeah.” He got up from his chair.

“Whats your plans for Friday other than looking at the stars?”

[lunatens]

take a break

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requested by anon <3 im sorry this took so long!! i hope u enjoy (i also hope u like dogs lol)

prompt: “don’t be sorry, it was...actually kinda cute”

*part of my 2 years with luna event!

word count: 1.6k

genre: fluff, slice of life au

pairing: lee felix x gn reader (ft. roommate/bff jisung lol)

“are you ever gonna stop staring mindlessly at your laptop?” jisung asks as he enters the kitchen of your shared apartment. you glare at him through tired eyes, and he raises his hands in defence. you’ve been sitting at your kitchen table for god knows how long just trying to get work done, but you’ve been feeling stuck for the past hour or so and you’re starting to feel the effects of sitting and staring at a screen all day. 

“you know, it’s probably a good idea to take a break at some point. you know, get up and walk around, maybe go outside for once,” jisung says as he starts making a bowl of cereal. 

“but i just have sooooooo much work to do,” you groan, rubbing your hands over your face in defeat. jisung sets the milk carton down with a bit too much enthusiasm, the loud sound startling you.

“that settles it. y/n, you are banished from this apartment until you go outside and take a walk or something,” jisung declares.

“you’re not my mom, i don’t have to listen to you. besides, i pay half the rent here,” you argue. 

“fair enough. but nothing’s stopping me from finishing your cereal,” jisung says as he grabs the box of your favourite cereal and dumps the remainders into his bowl.

“jisung, what the hell!!! i was gonna eat that later,” you pout, now in an even worse mood than before. you love your best friend, but god he can be obnoxious at times; he’s honestly more of a brother to you, and you haven’t decided if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. right now, you’re leaning more towards the bad. 

“oops, sorry. guess you’ll have to go get more,” jisung says as he shovels a spoonful of cereal into his mouth, clearly proud of himself. you get up with an exaggerated sigh, closing your laptop and dragging yourself to your room.

“okay fiiiiine, i’ll go outside, happy?” you ask. jisung nods, cheeks full. your eyebrows furrow as you realize something. “hold up, did you pour the milk before the cereal??”

“yep. oh by the way, we’re also out of milk,” jisung says, shaking the empty carton for emphasis. you blink at him, needing to mentally question your friendship with the boy for a moment. deciding he’s worth keeping around, you turn to grab your wallet and pull on a jacket and some shoes as you prepare for the great outdoors. aka a ten-minute walk down the street to the nearest store. 

“i’ll be back,” you call behind you. 

“love you!” jisung calls before you close the door on your way out. you make your way down to the street, shoving your hands in your pockets as you’re hit with the brisk air. you squint in the bright sunlight, taking a moment for your eyes to adjust to the scenery. it’s the middle of the day, so the streets aren’t overly busy; some pedestrians are scattered about the sidewalks, and cars and bikes pass by as you walk down the street. you inhale deeply, realizing the fresh outside air is helping you feel slightly less dead inside; okay, maybe jisung was right to make you go outside, but you’ll never tell him that. 

you pass by the nearby park and decide to walk through it instead of around it like you usually do. it’s a little longer this way, but it’s such a nice day out and the scenery is too pretty to pass by. plus, a lot of people walk their dogs here and you could use a furry friend to cheer you up. 

as if on cue, the moment you enter a park a large ball of golden fur barrels right into you, knocking you to the ground. the dog stands over you, tail wagging enthusiastically as it tries to lick your face. you giggle as your hands come up to gently push the dog away, appreciating the affection but not the slobber so much. you sit up and the dog stands beside you, eager to accept your hands scratching its ears. 

“where’s your owner, huh?” you ask, the baby voice you use when talking to animals coming out. 

“i’m so sorry!!!!” you hear in the distance, and you turn in the direction of the voice to see a boy running towards you, out of breath. “bbokari, come here!!” he calls, and the dog happily trots over to the boy. “oh, so now you listen,” he scolds as he puts it on a leash. he walks over to you, sticking out a hand to help you up.

“i’m really sorry about that oh my god, she’s normally really well behaved when i let her off-leash!” the boy apologizes as he pulls you to your feet. 

“don’t be sorry, it was...actually kind of cute. i really love dogs,” you reply with a friendly smile, brushing yourself off and hesitantly letting go of his hand. now that you’re more at eye level with the stranger and his dog is no longer a distraction, you can’t help but notice how cute he is. despite the chilly weather, he seems to radiate a warmth that almost rivals that of the sun. his freckled cheeks are slightly rosy from the crisp air, and his eyes crease when he flashes you a bright smile. 

“oh that’s good, she really seems to love you!” he says. you look down to see bbokari’s happy face, tongue lolling around and tail wagging enthusiastically as she stares up at you practically demanding to be pet more. of course, you oblige, reaching down to bury your hands in her soft fur. 

“well, thanks for letting me pet your dog; trust me, this really made my day,” you tell the boy as you stand back up straight. you’re about to continue walking, but the boy interrupts you before you get very far, jogging a little to catch up to you. 

“wait!! i’m walking this direction too, mind if i join you?” he asks.

“not at all,” you tell him, a warm feeling starting to bubble up inside you. he gives you another one of his friendly smiles, and you think you might melt at the sight.

“so, you come here often?” he asks, and you can’t help but giggle at the question.

“sorry, i’ve just never seen you here is all,” he explains shyly.

“i used to walk through here all the time on my way to the store, but i’ve been so caught up in work recently that i didn’t want to take the extra time to come here,” you explain. 

“what made you change your mind today?” the boy asks.

“my dumb roommate said i needed to get outside and take a break from work, and it’s such a nice day out i thought it would be refreshing for a change of scenery for once. plus i always love the chance of seeing a dog or two,” you say, smiling down at bbokari. “and also he finished my milk and cereal so i kinda need to go get more,” you add.

“well, i’m glad you listened to your dumb roommate,” the boy says, a little shy at the comment but smiling nonetheless. “it’s really good to take a break and enjoy the fresh air, especially on days like today.” he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

you humm in agreement, admiring how content he looks as you walk under the trees together, sunshine filtered through bare branches before landing on your faces. you quickly look away when he opens his eyes again, hoping he didn’t catch you staring.

you continue making small talk as you walk along the path, however it’s not too long before you reach the end. you’re sad to have to leave this stranger behind, and you wish you could walk together at least just a little bit longer.

“thanks for walking with me, uh…”

“felix! i’m felix,” the boy tells you. 

“thanks for walking with me felix,” you say with a genuine smile. “i’m y/n, by the way.”

“y/n! it’s the least i could do after my dog bowled you over,” felix apologizes. “and if you ever need another break i uh, i walk bbokari around this time every day and we could always use some company,” he tells you, cheeks a bit redder than they were before. 

“then i guess i’ll see you two tomorrow,” you say. felix’s face lights up at your response.

“cool! cool, yeah, i-we’ll see you tomorrow y/n!” he says, and you wave your goodbyes before you head off towards the store and felix turns back into the park. it doesn’t take you long to buy your food, feeling much less bitter towards jisung now. on your walk home you can’t help but hope you’ll run into felix and bbokari again, but there’s no sign of them as you pass through the park. 

--

“someone’s in a better mood,” jisung teases from the couch as you walk through the door, your giddy smile still apparent on your face. “so are you gonna admit i was right?”

“never in a million years,” you say as you put the milk and cereal away. “i just ran into a cute...dog, that’s all.” you tell jisung. as you get back to work, you find your thoughts drifting to a certain boy and his dog; honestly, you aren’t sure which one’s cuter, but all you know is that you can’t wait to take another break tomorrow.

[acahope311]

Alone Together

Sleepover request

burning-quesadilla said: Can you do Fluff #3 for Glorestor? Also the sleepover idea sounds really fun, I love it & can't wait♥️ ((She/he/they) don’t compare to you. No one does.)

A/N: SOOOOOOO... Hi haha! I am back! I now have more free time to just get back into writing-- I forgot how fun it was to do this. @burning-quesadilla I am sososo sorry it took so long to do this 😭 but I hope you can forgive me and I hope you like it as well. This is technically my first only canon characters fic so... I really do hope I do them justice. But thank you so much for sending this request in! I had such a blast writing it!

Warnings: Death (but as a flashback/dream); sparring; falling; big booboo bruise on the forehead; fluff.

The evening darkness seeped into the glowing halls of Imladris. Although the hour grew late and everyone had retired to their respected quarters, Erestor’s mind continued to storm in the clear summer night. Tossing and turning in his bed, the poor elf could not relax.

“How can I rest knowing that a dark evil has arrived at our door?” He asked already knowing the answer.

His restlessness traveled from his mind to his palms, he needed to busy his idle hands, hoping that in doing so, his mind would calm. Silently, he stood and headed towards the training grounds. Now, normally, Erestor was not one to blow off steam through physical exercise, being a strong advocate of "brain over brawn", but even he knew how therapeutic it was to hit something with a sword- be it wooden or real.

Arriving on the premises, his slender fingers gripped a training sword. It had been a while since he'd gripped anything bigger than a pen, but it was not a strange sensation-- although a scholar, he made sure his body and movements were as sharp as his mind. Facing the wooden post, Erestor practiced his movements, swift and precise.

Lunge. His foot extended forward, bringing him towards his target.

"What is the next move?"

Sidestep. Quickly turning on his heel, he spun and landed a side strike-- chipping the wood.

"How can we defeat this growing malice in the east?"

Deflect. Imagining an enemy, Erestor held his sword up in hopes of stopping an imaginary attack- strangely enough reeling in the process.

"The halflings cannot take this evil alone."

Advance. Focusing once again, the lithe elf ran towards the post, preparing to land the final blow.

"What help can I provide?"

As he was about to land the finishing blow, his ankle caught on a mound of dirt he did not realize he’d formed with his movements. Instead of finishing through, his body toppled over and his face ate dirt-- literally. After a few moments-- thanking Eru that no one was alive to see that--Erestor turned over and laid on his back, in pain and frustration… and maybe a twinge of embarrassment. His chest heaved with difficulty from his exercise, but also with exasperation.

“What help can I provide?”

Still deep in thought, he failed to register the sound of another person moving through the ground to lay next to him. When the other elf laid down next to him, staring at the sky, Erestor jumped.

“Glorfindel?”

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A horrendous screech echoed through the stone cliffs, wracking the very bones of the elf warrior as he stood, steadfast, against his foe. The balrog of Melkor was no small enemy-- literally. Standing heads above Glorfindel, the creature surged forward with heavy but strong steps, driven with the determination to obliterate him. Under normal circumstances, anyone- with a sound mind- would turn tail and run for their lives. Not Glorfindel, not the Lord of the House of the Golden Flower. The mighty elf swung his sword with precision, slicing the thick horn of the balrog. A pained roar blasted the elf back to the edge of the cliff. Looking back to his followers, Glorfindel could see his kin terrified of the events.

“GO! I WILL HOLD IT OFF! KEEP OUR KIN SAFE!” He yelled, his command piercing the howling of the beast and the wind. Turning back to his enemy, he saw the rabid look in its eyes, angered by its wounds. Invigorated by rage, the balrog lunged at him once again, hands outstretched, teeth in a snarl. It was as if evil embodied had come down to smite the golden elf. However, Glorfindel was not one to be tested so easily; quick as a flash, the ellon sheathed his sword deep in the chest of his enemy. It happened so fast that even the balrog itself had no idea what had occurred, rather its body reacted on its own. Black spots danced in its vision as it began to fall over the cliff, into the jagged peaks below. Glorfindel was the victor. A sigh of relief escapes his lips as he looks to the sky sending a silent prayer to his maker.

“Thank Eru.” He closes his eyes and revels in a moment of respite as he feels the wind whip around him and through his golden hair, making it dance wildly in the air.

“Finally, I need to help-” Suddenly the world goes black as a sharp and heavy tug pulls his head abruptly in an inhuman angle towards the abyss after his enemy.

SNAP

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Glorfindel jolts awake in a pool of sweat. His chest is heaving as he gulps down air. His throat is stinging as he touches it, making him assume that he was screaming. Luckily, his rooms are in their own separate side of Rivendell away from the other citizens.

A dream… No. A memory. Trying his best to steady his breathing, Glorfindel runs through the events of the past few days to anchor him to his present, reminding him that he is not in the First Age, that Balrogs are no longer in this era.

Strange… I’ve not had that dream in such a long time. The air turns cold as he feels like he is being watched. Suddenly he remembers his escapade of saving Frodo from the Nazgul.

The Ring. A restlessness--no, an uneasiness-- falls on his entire being.

“I need to do something,” Glorfindel says out loud. Jumping up, he dresses in training clothes and heads to the training grounds.

A good spar will do me some good.

As he nears the grounds, he hears grunts, pants, and growls. Confused as to who would be here, his first assumption would be Legolas or Estel.

Good, I’d prefer a real sparring partner to a wooden doll.

As he rounds the corner, his eyes widen at the sight of Erestor, the librarian, destroying the wooden doll with such precision and speed that even he was almost impressed. Almost. He noted the fluid movement and purposeful strikes, but he pointed out the lack of determination-- he was distracted.

If he does not pay attention, he’ll- As though reading his thoughts, his dear companion decided that the ground would be his next victim as he fell, face first, into the dirt. The sight of the fallen elleth was enough to lift his spirits up, but he knew he needed to make sure that he was alright. However, Glorfindel is not a cruel man, so instead of letting loose a string of guffaws, he stealthily, walked to Erestor’s panting form on the dirt. As he laid down next to him, a sigh of relief escaped him.

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“Hello, Erestor. Fine night to lay under the stars.” The golden eldar said calmly. His very presence made his companion even more flustered from fear of having been seen in his tumble.

“What are you doing here?” Glorfindel chuckled as he folded his arms behind his head and sighed contentedly.

“I was taking a stroll, and heard a noise coming from the training grounds. At first I assumed it to be the prince of Mirkwood, but imagine my surprise when I see the counselor of Rivendell flailing a stick around like an elfling trying to wave off an imaginary orc in the night.” His baritone chuckle reverberated through the cool breeze, sending a shiver down the brunette elf’s spine-- not sure if it was because of the chill or his voice. Blushing furiously, he asked,

“Why are you lying on the ground?”

“You face planted. So I am lying next to you just in case someone were to pass by, they’d think we were just resting from a night of sparring.” His answer caused Erestor to choke on his breath.

He saw! An embarrassed moan is pulled from his mouth while Glorfindel smirks.

“Don’t worry, I understand. What weighs your heart that it distracted your training? He asked without looking at him. Erestor is silent for a bit

“I am weighed down by the worries that the halflings bring, Glorfindel. I need to propose a plan of attack and defense. I need-” Erestor’s rant is cut off with his companion’s hand on his mouth.

“You need to rest. Your mind has done more work than your body-- and it is showing with that huge bruise on your forehead.” Self consciously, Erestor covers his bruise.

Cute.

“And there is no use being worried and burdened at the same time, then your punishment is prolonged and double-- believe me. I know.” The tone in his voice held a twinge of sadness that Erestor did not miss.

“Why are you here Glorfindel?” He whispers. When did they move closer?

Silence again. Closing his eyes, the golden elf sighs and confesses his dream.

“Oh Glorfindel… We need to go to the healers, they can maybe give you something for sleep.”

“No, I just… just stay here with me. Your company is remedy enough.” Glorfindel says softly, almost vulnerably. His request pulls at Erestor’s heart and mind.

“I am no healer, Glorfindel. I cannot heal you.” Erestor says, turning to him and propping his head on his arm to better look at him.

“I don’t believe so, our healers are great- do not misunderstand. But to me, they don’t compare to you. No one does.”

Still not looking at him, Glorfindel closes his eyes and just basks in Erestor’s presence with a small smile. A comfortable silence passes, so long, in fact, that the morning birds are beginning to wake. Noting the peace that falls upon Glorfindel’s face, it dawns on him that he should have given him some time to spar.

“I should leave you alone.” Erestor says reluctantly, pulling away. Before he could get far enough, Glorfindel’s hand gently pulled him back.

“I think you could use some alone time as well. So why not let us be alone together, melethen.”

Erestor smiles and nods. Laying back down, the two elven lords lay on the ground, under the dawning sky as the city around them slumbers. Erestor’s mind calmed and his heart felt lighter. A chuckle escaped his lips.

“You know… We should be alone together more often.”

Taglist: @elvish-sky

[mysticpetals]

Ok! I can't stop myself! One more! 😁 “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?” and “Could you say that again?” “Were you not listening?” “No I was, I just like hearing your voice.” for Sophie Preston (MC) x Professor Benedict Reed from STW.

Budding feelings

Pairing: Benedict × MC (Sophie)

Genre: fluff

Words: 1.2k

Summary: Benedict realises that Sophie is much more that what she appears.

Prompts: "Did you know that you talk in your sleep?", "Could you say that again?", "We're you not listening?", "No I was, I just like hearing your voice."

Notes: I'm sooooooo sorryyyy this is so late! 😭😭 I've been too busy with exams and I couldn't find the time to write. To all the others in my inbox, I'm working on your requests and I'll post them when I can find the time to write. Until then, I hope you enjoy this!! 💖

Benedict Reed was a fair, no nonsense kind of man.

At least, that's what the students say about him when they think he's not around. Of course, some students say less than appropriate things as well but after so many years of being in this profession, he had learned how to ignore them.

He might be someone who appeared intimidating to others but he cared about his students and colleagues that were genuinely interested in his subject and wanted to learn more. Which was why he was on his way to Sophie Preston's office.

She was a shy young lady, whose talents and capabilities were overshadowed by her higher ups and Benedict often felt frustrated that someone as knowledgeable as her would be put up to the most mundane tasks by Miller.

He had been curious about her when she first requested to join the reading club and after a few sessions, he came to the conclusion that when given the chance, she got her opinion across to the others fairly well. And that's why he wanted to know why she hadn't been showing up for the last couple of meetings of the club.

It wasn't hard to do that once the classes had ended and there were only a few students and the staff left. He had asked his students to come a bit later than usual that day so he could check up on Sophie first.

He passed Professor Miller's office, whose reputation preceded even outside her own department. The door was closed and he only hoped that he wouldn't have to come across her.

Sophie's office door was partially open and Benedict hesitated. Does that mean she wasn't here? Maybe he should knock?

In the end he decided to knock thrice on the door. When he received no response, he slightly pushed the door open and came face to face with a sleeping Sophie.

She had her head in between her arms and didn't show any sign that she had heard him. A small smile crept up on his face as he looked at her peaceful expression. She was usually so tired and flustered, so it was a rare treat to see her so relaxed.

He heard a crash from the room next to her—Miller's office, he realised—and thought about what to do. If Miller came in when Sophie was asleep, there would be no doubt that she'd be enraged and Sophie would have to pay the price. So he decided that the best course of action was to wake her up, if only to save her from Miller's wrath.

He walked to her desk and sharply rapped his knuckles on the table. Sophie only moved slightly, mumbling about how she didn't want any more cake. As amusing as her sleep drunk ramblings were, he whispered her name sharply, trying to convey his sense of urgency.

She awoke with a start at the sound of her name and blinked her eyes. Benedict stepped back from her table and crossed his hands behind his back, trying to appear nonchalant.

"Professor Reed?" She shook herself awake and when she realised that he was actually in her office, she sat up with a start, banging her knee on her desk in the process.

He had to suppress a smile at her cursing and cleared his throat.

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?"

Sophie looked at him horrified and he winced, realising that it probably wasn't the best way to start a conversation.

"No I didn't. I'm–I'm so sorry if I said something weird, I had no—"

"It's alright, Miss Preston. I didn't hear anything properly anyway," he paused, "and I thought we agreed on first names."

"Oh, right." Sophie looked away, embarrassed and just as he was about to say something, Professor Miller entered her office.

"Sophie! I'm going, make sure to—"

She stopped in the middle of her sentence, realising that they had an audience and schooled her annoyed features into a cool facade.

"Professor Reed, I didn't realise you and Miss Preston here were...close."

The way she said it clearly implied more and judging by the way Sophie tensed, she had caught up on it too.

"Oh yes, Miss Preston joins my students and I for the Literature Club that's held a few times a week. Although she had been missing a lot of meetings so I just came to check whether she was feeling alright."

Miller clenched her jaw and looked at Sophie with a fake smile.

"I didn't realise! Sophie tends to stay in the office most of the time, doesn't she?"

"Yes, I have to do the work assigned to me after all," Sophie said, in a rather snappish tone and the other occupants of the room reeled back in surprise.

"On second thought, you do look tired, Miss Preston. Perhaps you'd like to skip today's meeting to go rest? Everyone else has already gone back," Benedict said, flicking his eyes towards Miller's purse, clearly noticing that she was about to leave as well.

Miller looked as if she had swallowed something sour and had a hard time maintaining the fake smile on her face.

"Yes, Sophie. Do take care of yourself. I have to head out now if I want to reach home on time, you should also finish up here and go home."

And after saying that, she turned on her heels and walked away, presumably too angry to maintain false pretenses after Benedict had caught her overworking Sophie.

"She's not going to stop, you know," Sophie said, clearing away the sheets on her desk and looking up at him, "but thank you. At least she'll lay off me for a few days."

Benedict smiled.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Although, the offer to join m–us for a reading is definitely open. We're having another meeting in a few minutes."

Sophie smiled shyly and nodded.

"I'd like that. It'll help me unwind a little."

Benedict tilted his head towards the door.

"Shall we, then?"

Sophie looked for her copy of this week's read and followed after him, locking her office.

On the way to Benedict's office, they made conversation and asked each other about their most and least favourite reads and Benedict realised that when given the chance, Sophie was not shy to talk about what she loved.

He looked at her as she spoke about her thoughts on a certain book, her eyes burning with passion to express herself, the upward curve of her lips as she talked about what she loved about it, her hands gesturing to get her point across and Benedict was mesmerized.

"—shouldn't have done that. What do you think?"

He blinked out of the trance he had found himself in while gazing at Sophie and saw her looking at him expectantly.

"Could you say that again?"

Sophie frowned, looking away

"Were you not listening?"

Only then, Benedict realised how it must have come across. She was probably thinking that he only humored her by asking and wasn't actually paying attention to her words.

"No, I was. I just like hearing your voice."

She looked at him again, eyes wide with surprise and this time it was him who looked away.

"Looks like we've arrived." They were in front of his office already. He hadn't even realised.

"Shall we?"

[magalidragon]

#4 or #5 for romantic one liners please and thank you 🤗

HOW ABOUT BOTH!? 🥰😭🤗 And even better how about both in the silent shadows universe!? AND WHAT IF I MAKE IT ANGSTY!?!?! (Moodboard to follow)

Sooooooo sorry it took me an age. 😭 I hope you like it even if if gave me perverse pleasure to torture the beans a bit.

Romantic One Liner Prompts

4. “Not to sound cheesy but your smile really lights up the room.”

5. “I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you.”

Shadow watched her warily from his position on her bed, head on his paws, and his tail shoved underneath his back legs, eyes darting occasionally between her pacing form and Drogon sitting atop her dresser, hissing at him every few minutes.  He was vibrating, nervous and keying in on her emotions, which were pouring off of her with every second.

Her frustration levels had exploded in one godsawful fight and she'd hightailed it out of Jon's house and to her apartment, not wanting to deal with him for another second longer.  It wasn't her fault, she kept telling herself, speeding away from his house, skidding snow and melt, and exploding into her apartment at full steam, shouting how annoying he was, how much she was sick of his behaviors.

"I owe it to myself," she said to Shadow, passing by him again.  Her fingers clenched into her palms, nails digging deep.  "I mean, I'm the one who is going through all this stuff physically, right?  The least he could do is just..." She growled.  He was still holding back.  He was still refusing to speak to her, keeping his emotions close to the vest, but they had moved beyond that.  Or so she thought.

Instead of talking to her, instead of at the very least telling her he wasn't thinking the same, he'd shut down, he'd withdrawn into himself, and he had been spending most of his nights on "observation calls" with the wolves, deep in the forest, and not in their bed.  "He has to stop doing that," she told Shadow.

She scrubbed her fingers over her face, exhausted, and sank into a chair in the corner.  Her stomach hurt, her head hurt, and she ached every which way.  It was the bloody hormones.  The little notebook at her side, resting innocently on the end table, mocked her with its check marks and color-coding.  Next week was their first egg retrieval and he'd give his sample.  They were flying out to Essos in a couple days.

Or rather, they were planning on it.

Right now she had no bloody idea what was happening.

Leaning over her knees, she pressed her face into her palms, thinking back over the argument.  It was so stupid.  It was just over dinner.  Dinner, of all bloody things!

He'd come home, to find her making them grilled cheese sandwiches, because there was nothing in the fridge and she thought he was getting something.  He had texted her before leaving the sanctuary that he thought she was getting stuff.  Annoyed, she snapped she'd just make something.

He tapped her shoulder when he came into the kitchen, even though she heard him and had ignored him.  He picked up one of the slices of grilled cheese and smirked at her, biting into it and then signing.  "Not to sound cheesy, but your smile really lights up the room."

She had been smiling, but not at him.  More so at Ghost ,who was in the other room with Shadow, wisely sensing the tension.  Jon laughed at his own joke, but she was not amused.  She signed, angry.  "You were supposed to get dinner."

"I thought that was you, I was busy."

"Busy?  You're the busy one?  You've been sleeping in the forest for the last week!"

He shrugged, continuing to eat.  "Aye, it's breeding season, lots to observe."

"Breeding season?"  She shouted now, slamming her hands on her stomach, which had puffed out because of the hormones.  He flinched, not looking at her.  She grabbed his face, jerking his eyes towards her lips so he could read them-- he wasn't getting out of it that easy.  "Yeah it's breeding season Jon!  We're going to Essos next week for the IVF and you've been hiding from me, not listening to me, and now you're making jokes like it's all fun and games?"

They hadn't even talked about the IVF.

That would require them to be in the same house at the same time.

So basically, he was avoiding her.

And she had been avoiding him, because he had been avoiding her.

His lips twitched, his eyes shuttering, and she lunged for him, but he was already turning away.  "Don't you do that!" she shouted, although it was pointless, because he was already walking away from her.  She grabbed his arm, jerking him around, furiously signing.  "Don't you run away from me Jon!"  Tears stung the corners of her eyes.  "We have to talk about this!  I decided to do this with you because...because I was ready but if you are changing your mind..."  It had been three months since he ran into that hospital corridor, proclaiming his love and throwing himself at the mercy of her love, saying he wanted to be with her, he wanted a baby with her too, he was ready.

And now he was changing his mind, basically, or that's what it seemed to her.

He shook his arm free.  "I'm not changing my mind!  I've been busy!"

"Oh you're busy?  Well so am I!  Busy trying to figure out if I even want this baby with you now!"  It came out before she realized it and she saw his face, the ashen color, and she hesitated.  "Jon I didn't..."

He shook his head, sneering, and spoke, voice thick.  "You feel that?  You...I told you....I'm not..."  He scrambled for the words and signed, his face a twist of pain and anger.  "I told you!"

Told me what?  She was so mad at him, she signed again.  "I'm not staying here tonight."

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

Shadow was out the door with her before she knew what was happening, and now here she was, lost and confused, and frustrated.  Upset.  Hurt.  She blinked away tears, tucking her feet under her in the chair, sniffling back sobs.  It was too late in Essos to call Missandei or Rhaegar.  There was always Arya, but when it came to matters of Jon Snow vs. Daenerys Targaryen, as close as she was to Arya, she did tend towards siding with Jon.  Since it was about...whatever it was about, she probably would stay out of it entirely.

There was Shadow, but as he was deaf, he couldn't' even hear her voice.  He hopped off the bed, however and rested his chin on her knee, dolefully staring up at her.  She scratched his head, whispering.  "You're a good boy."

This was supposed to be different now.

Jon and her had different priorities in life, they'd realigned those.  He'd gone to therapy-- was still going actually-- resulting in him being more open with her, more accepting.  He still struggled, she understood that, she sympathized and she felt it deeply, but gods....he had to realize at this point in their relationship, she was there for him!

"He can talk to me," she mumbled, closing her eyes.

But what if he couldn't?

Her eyes opened and she blinked a few times, her heart hurting so badly it was bleeding everywhere.  She missed him.

If he couldn't talk to her, then why?  Was it about the baby?  Was she pressuring ihm?  She frowned, looking over her behavior, but then she shook her head, growling.  No!  It wasn't her!  She had been more than open with him, more than understanding, and sometimes that was what drove her so crazy with the man.  She had bent over backwards for him.

But she'd been passive aggressive the last week.

She'd been ignoring him too.

She took a deep breath and picked up her phone from the end table, staring at the screen.  There were several texts from him.

Can we talk?

I'm sorry.

I don't want to do this over the phone.

I'm coming over.

You don't get to ignore me.

You've been ignoring me too.

Dany?

What the fuck.  talk to me.

Fine.

Whatever that last one meant, she wasn't going to try to figure it out.  She opened up the messages and sent him back a response.

I'm here.  I'm not ignoring you.

She paused and took a deep breath, typing fast:  I don't understand what is going on.  Talk to me Jon.  If you don't then I guess I know where I stand in the scheme of things.  She closed her eyes and hit send, following up quickly with:  I love you.

The instant she pressed send, her door rattled, keys jangling in the lock.  Shadow didn't react, obviously, but the dragons did, Drogon and Rhaegal springing up and running to the door to see who had arrived.  At their departure, Shadow turned and barked, taking a sniff and eyes widening when he caught Ghost and Jon's scents, rutning and greeting them.

She remained in her chair, waiting for him to enter.  He did, a few seconds later, and he looked miserable.  His eyes were sunken, his hands shoved in his pockets.  He wasn't wearing a coat, the flannel shirt hanging off his shoulders loosely, his frame appearing thin to her.  She hadn't noticed, but he did look like he'd lost some weight recently.  He stared over at her and she waited, continuing to keep her hands still, although they itched to begin speaking.

"I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you," he spoke.

Each time he spoke, stretching his vocal cords to their limits, his heart racing nervously because he could not tell what he was actually saying, the pitch and the volume, her pulse quickened, because it was his true voice, and he was vulnerable when he did it, his heart out in the open, offered for the trampling.

It made her melt, it was her favorite sound in the world, expect maybe his laugh.

It meant things were important, when he spoke to her like that.

She didn't move, her muscles locked, gaze intense on him.  He continued, stuttering.  "I...you make me..." He clenched his fist and pressed to his chest.  "Hurt.  Here."  He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.  "I...scared.  Scared of it...so real now.  All real.  I...forget.  Forget because I feel so much."

The vision of him before her wavered, tears filling her eyes, unshed.  She knew what he was talking about.  He loved her so much it overwhelmed him, it scared him, and he reverted back to the easy thing.  To the forest, to his wolves.  She lifted her fingers, folding them into the words.  "You cannot do that anymore  You cannot run from me."

He nodded.  "I know."

"I love you so much Jon Snow.  We are in this together.  Both of us.  it has to be both of us."

He pushed from the door and walked over to her, kneeling in front of her and covered her hand with his.  She could see the pain etched in the lines therading from his eyes and around his lips.  "I want a baby.  With you.  Only you."  He hesitated and she struggled to understand, the emotion so thick in his words he was almost unintelligible.  "I am scared.  No going back.  I forget you...you want me."

Her hands went to his face, cupping it in her palms, and she spoke, crystal clear so he could read her lips.  "I want you more than anything in this world Jon Snow.  I love you and I want this baby with you."  She hesitated and continued.  "I am sorry I ran off tonight, but you make me...I can't read your mind and I don't deserve it when you push me away.  Again."  And again and again.

He nodded quickly.  "I know.  I'm so sorry.  I just..."  He shrugged, helpless.  "My whole life.  NO one...wanted...me."

It killed her, that he had been so locked away after his accident.  No one saw him as anything but that deaf boy, shuttered in the attic, locked in his silent world, just his wolves.  And her.

"I want you," she signed.  She smiled.  "All of you."

"i know."

"Then stop closing me away Jon."  She bit her lower lip, shrugging sadly.  "Because I cannot risk the pain of what is going to happen to us if we aren't in it together."

He nodded, but she didn't think he quite understood.  He seemed so certain that this would work.  They would fly to Essos, they'd go through the procedure, and a few weeks later they would have a baby, but she knew better than to be so hopeful, so certain.  She was cautious about it.  It was the only way to protect herself.

Just like running away was his.

She brushed his hair back behind his ear, curling it around her finger, speaking out loud again.  "I'm sorry I ran away too.  We can't do that."

"No, we can't," he signed, agreeing.

They would figure it out.  She fell into his arms, both of htem sinking to the floor, embracing tight.  He kissed her neck, face buried in her hair and she did the same to him, swaying lightly in his arms.  She loved him so much it hurt.  It would always hurt.  The good kind, she thought.  She pulled her face away and stared at him, his pain and fear still evident in the furrow of his brow and the pressed line of his lips.  She touched her fingertip to them, shaking her head.  "You will be a good father Jon.  I want this with you.  Only you."

It had been easy in the beginning, to say that she would do the donor sperm, because she wanted this baby.  Now she couldn't think of anyone else as the father of her child.  Not some nameless entity in a test tube.  It had to be Jon and only Jon.

He kissed her gently.  His hand came up, signing.  "I only want this with you too."

They kissed, deeper this time, the emotions surging inside of them, the hormones raging in her.  It had been weeks; she'd been so scared of potentially messing something up and they had a stopping point.  Mel told her they needed to refrain from anything a week before, part of the protocols.  She hadn't had to worry about it the last time, since she'd been doing it on her own, but now she needed him desperately, especially if it was going to be the last time for a week.

He lifted her up from the floor, easily carrying her over to the bed and depositing her on it, breaking away from their furious kisses long enough to shut the door on a nosy Shadow and Viserion, who were trying to sneak back in.  She giggled, reaching up for him and leaning back, head lightly hitting her pillows and traced his cheek, scratching at his bristly beard.  He smiled gently.  "I love you so much," she said.

"I love you."  He rose over her, touching his nose against hers, breathing deep.  His hands found hers and squeezed, stretching them up over her head, his lips brushing down her cheeks, to her chin and began tracking down, letting go of her to begin plucking at her clothing, while she remained in place, hands up over her head, eyes fluttering shut.

A few hours later, she tapped his heart, lifting up to rest her chin on his chest, peering up at his face, which was tilted up to the ceiling, watching the moonlight play shadows through the open window.  She took a deep breath and sighed.  "Jon," she said.

He didn't move and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, speaking out loud, to nothing really.  "Jon I need you to do this with me.  I can't do it alone.  We're in this together.  You and me.  No more running away and I won't either.  We're making a baby together.  We're going to be parents.  I love you more than anything, but if this keeps up, I can't do this.  It isn't fair to either of us.  I know you can't hear me, but I want you to know, and I hope you can understand."

There, she said it.

She lifted up a little farther, looking down at him.  His eyes flicked open, a smile lazily pulling over his lips. He turned a little closer to her, and his voice was raspy, breaking when he spoke. "You are awake?"

She smiled and nodded.  He smiled again and fumbled some signs.  "Do you want to go see some pups?"

Eyebrows lifting, she shrugged and let him pull her from the bed.  They dressed and he drove her, Shadow, and Ghost out to the sanctuary and they rumbled through, coming to a stop before one of the gates.  He opened it and they started walking in the darkness.  He was oblivious to the creepy crunching of their feet on dry leaves, the occasional hoot of an owl, and even fainter, howling from a wolf in the distance.

Ghost and Shadow moved with the darkness, flashing here and there in the trees, like their namesakes, and she held Jon's hand as he led her through the brush, until they came upon a huge oak tree with a marker on it.  He crouched and picked up a flashlight, flicking it on and handing it to her.  He crept a little closer and got down on his stomach, waiting a few moments.  The brush rustled and she held her breath, a massive gray wolf appearing, focusing on him.

He stared at the wolf and after a moment, the wolf's tail wagged and he approached, licking Jon's hand and bowing his head in deference.  Jon stood and went with the wolf and a few others from the pack who came out.  He disappeared and a few moments later, he emerged holding a wiggling bundle.  She stood and carefully approached.  The wolves stared at her, obviously nervous at the interloper, but not moving because their alpha was trusting her.

Jon passed the bundle to her and she smiled, holding the warm creature, squeaking and wiggling in her arms.  It was still so small, these majestic creatures large enough to take down grown men and jaws as strong as steel, and yet here in her arms was this helpless little creation, fine downy fur a thin layer over its short limbs, ears barely flipped over, and eyes still shut.  She took a quick glance and noted the pup was female, wiggling into her, nuzzling and searching for her mother, crying out and eventually settling when she grew tired.

She stroked the little pup, eyes closed, and Jon took her back a few seconds later, returning her to her mother.  A few minutes of checking on them, bringing out another-- this one a little brown and gray one with a curled tail and one eye half open-- to nuzzle against her, they said their goodbyes to the pack, who appeared relieved to see them go.

It was magical, she thought, walking back with Jon to the car.

She stopped in her tracks at one point, letting go of his hand.

He turned, frowning.  "Okay?" he asked.

She took a deep breath, signing, the moonlight bright enough for him to see.  "I told you earlier, but you...I didn't want you to hear me."  He stiffened, knowing that meant she was talking to him.  She hated doing it, but she wanted him to know.  "We have to be strong Jon.  We can't run away.  I'm serious.  If this keeps up...." She trailed off and sobbed, letting it linger.  SHe didn't want to say it.

He tilted her face up to his, thumb brushing her chin.  He nodded.  "I know."

"I love you," she whispered.

He wrapped his arms tight around her, squeezing, and said nothing, but she knew.  She exhaled, relieved.  It was just a bump, she told herself, just their constant struggling.  They had to work on it.  It wasn't supposed to be easy.

They had the rest of their lives to look forward to, she thought, letting go of him so they could walk back to the car.  She squeezed his hand tight.  They were going to be parents.  That would be the hardest thing, this was just a blip.  Just a little shadow.

They would be fine.  They were having a baby after all.

Just another month and they'd know.

Jon lifted her hand to his, kissing her knuckles, and she smiled, leaning against him and closed her eyes, walking back towards the car, feeling hopeful.