#yep like I said its the simple things :3

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 8: Joy

Sometimes it’s the simple things in life that bring the most joy 💕

[carmenberzattosgf]

my hand is good! I have two scars now under my middle finger on my palm but all is well!

I'm also here to ask about birthday treatment from carmy? I dontnthink he does a lot for his birthday and I personally don't do a lot so I think its either a sup casual affair or he's celebrating the fuck out of it because he's like that's my s/o and I love them and this is the day they started existing and I love that.

it is simply my birthday and i want to be spending it with fiction people but alas!

-🌂

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! I hope you have a wonderful day my dear friend <3

To answer your question though, Carmy is 100% celebrating the fuck out of you. He’s going to wake you up with breakfast in bed with your favorite breakfast foods. He’ll even buy some silly little balloons to have in the kitchen and the living room. They’re not even displayed all cute they’re just, floating on the ceiling, but he made the effort!

The whole day is all about you. If you want your nails done? Okay, sold, he’s paying for them. Hair done? Yep, he’s tagging along and covering the bill. He’s going to watch all your favorite movies and shows with you cuddled up on the couch.

If you want to have a proper birthday dinner, he’s going to make a phone call and get a table for you and all of your friends ( and him of course) at the nicest restaurant in Chicago. Carmy’s also going to make sure they do a dessert with the candles in it as well.

Although, if you don’t want a proper birthday dinner, he cooks one for you at home, anyway. Carmy’s already come up with the perfect birthday dinner menu. Literally, he’s thought of an appetizer, main course, and he’s made your favorite flavor of birthday cake. Oh, and he sings you happy birthday while you blow out your candles. To be completely honest, he films you blowing out your candles just because he wants to keep the moment forever.

Now to talk about gifts, he probably asked Sugar or Syd for help a couple of days before your birthday. While Carmy is talented in so many things, gift selecting is not one of them. He’d much rather prefer to go ahead and buy you the things you’ve mentioned wanting. There’s so much going on in that head of his, he doesn’t want to forget about things you’ve said.

I like to think that after talking with Syd and Sugar, he decides to buy you a gold necklace with his initial on it. It’s not huge or flashy. The necklace is a simple gold chain with a small round pendant attached to it. He opts to have a “C” engraved on the pendant in a dainty, cursive font.

The gift is perfect. You can’t help the tears that well up in your eyes as you look over the pendant in the velvet box. Your eyes widen when you see the 18k gold certification in the box. “Carmen—this is so gorgeous—you really didn’t have to splurge like this. I would have been happy with nothing.” At this point the tears freely flow from your eyes as you look at Carmy, who’s just smiling happily.

“It’s your birthday, baby. I love you.” There’s a break in Carmy’s sentence as he cups your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “You’re worth every single penny and more,” he says before leaning in to give you a small kiss.

“I love you so much, Carm. Wanna help me put it on?” He’s eager to see the necklace on you, so he stands up fast to get the box from you. Carmy stands behind you and clasps the necklace at the back of your neck.

“There we go. How’s it look?” Carmen asks before walking back in front of you. Honestly, he has to catch his breath for a second. He didn’t realize how much of an effect seeing you wear his initial would have on him, but he is a man after all.

“It’s so gorgeous, Carm.” Your face beams you stand up to look at the necklace through the mirror on the wall of the living room. “What do you think?”

Carmen walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and setting his head on your shoulder. “I think you’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful, my love.”

[eqt-95]

a new kind of romance, pt 3

part 1 | s'mores s'mores part 2 | purple purple

👗 zippers

“Kara?”

“Yep?” Kara called over her shoulder, one hand placing the kettle in its cradle and the other fiddling with the top button of her shirt. It was late. Far too late to still be dressed in formal wear but that didn’t stop Kara from accepting Lena’s post-gala offer of tea, blankets, and a documentary. 

Plus Lena promised snacks.

“Can you come here?”

And, really, Kara should have known.

Because Lena’s voice was coming from the bedroom.

Strike that. Because Lena’s voice was coming from the closet of the bedroom. 

So, really, she should have been prepared to turn the corner and come face-to-face with the exposed patch of alabaster skin where a plum evening gown had been sitting snugly over shoulders and back moments before.

And Kara had never before loved the spectrum of purples as much as she did seeing it hang off Lena in that moment (and that included the burgundy-clad legs she’d felt wrapped around her a few short days earlier). She loved it so much her mouth fell ajar, eyes expanded to the size of small planets, and heart jumped straight into her throat.

“I think it’s stuck. Would you-?”

And because Kara’s brain was having a brown out, it took Lena yanking at the half-drawn zipper for Kara to register the very simple request.

Because it was, fundamentally, a very - very - simple request.

Because of course Kara could unstick a tiny little zipper. She was Supergirl, after all. And Supergirl could definitely - definitely - handle this itty bitty tiny late-night conundrum. 

Definitely.

Except Kara’s nod came out strained and legs stumbled all leaden-like and when she tried to swallow it felt like a desert and then she wondered if maybe they should have a cup of tea first because if she was parched then Lena might definitely be thirsty but Lena was looking at her reflection in the mirror with an expression that might as well have been kryptonite because only that could explain the tremble of her own fingers trying desperately to maneuver their grip onto the world’s tiniest pull tab without intentionally - accidentally - brushing the porcelain skin that Kara so desperately - respectfully - wanted to touch and maybe that’s why the sharp whistle from the kettle made her jump and fingers pull, and the tear that followed sent Kara blushing and rambling apologies in broken english and kryptonese because wow now there was like, just so much skin.

“Well, that’s definitely one solution,” Lena laughed, her rosy cheeks a pale challenge to the flush red that engulfed Kara.

“Oh, oh zhao, uh, uhm, R-Rao I mean, oh I’m so sorry-” Kara rambled, stumbling backwards and running into a rack of Lena’s business suits which, timely as they were, all came tumbling down on top of Kara. “Oh golly-”

“It’s really no problem,” Lena laughed, taking the whole catastrophe in stride because of course she would and of course Kara would make it a mess and turn blubbering and foolish and-

“But it was so nice,” Kara continued from beneath an avalanche of clothes. “and you looked so nice and pretty and now-”

“Darling, watch out for the-

“-now it’s all, oh, oh shoot,” because another rod of clothes caved to Kara’s desperate floundering and efforts to avert her gaze from glimpsing - gawking - at the porcelain surface that surely - surely - belonged captured in marble and displayed for all galaxies to see.

And then there was Lena’s hand gripping Kara’s arm and guiding her out of the mountain of pretty clothes Lena wore while a mountain of apologies sat on Kara’s tongue. 

“And your dress,” Kara said again, face the shade of embarrassment and eyes staring firmly at the fixture hanging from Lena’s ceiling. Were those real crystals?

“What about my dress.” A statement, not a question. A challenge, not an accusation.

“It’s… it’s ruined,” Kara continued, hand gesturing blindly toward the tattered fabric she couldn’t see because boundaries. 

“Well, that’s the thing about dresses,” Lena continued, hands climbing to adjust Kara’s collar.

“The… the thing-?” Kara asked, eyes breaking from her safe spot to meet Lena’s gaze.

“They’re meant to be taken off,” Lena winked and smirked and said with a voice that was far too husky and far too effective at turning Kara’s brain to mush.

“Taken...?"

"Off.” 

And, really, Kara should have known. 

Because whatever brown out occurred moments earlier had nothing on the full black out that followed.

- - - - - - part 4 | frosting

[itsrlymine]

Hey!!! Its 🪩 <3

So today 12/11 in the morning as I was going to school I affirmed in my head that I will look INSANELY gorgeous and my skin would instantly clear up when I get off the bus!

Since it was a long ride and I kinda wanted to catch some sleep too cause it was 6AM I literally affirmed like twice or thrice, knew it was done and slept the rest of the ride.

When I woke up and got off from the bus the first thing my friend said to me was “*my name*!! Girl!!!! Your skin is freaking glowing! have you done smth different!” This was the exact thing she said! Plus some people said that my skin looks amazing.

Later when I looked in the mirror upon returning from school I saw that my persistent acne scars had reduced SO MUCH it was crazyyy and I looked so pretty (ofc I do like🤭)

So yep! another success story and more to come <3333

Love you mwah 💗

PERIIODDDDDDDD BC THAT'S ALL IT TAKES YAYYYYY!!!! Just changing your mind about something makes the whole world change. You better work sis! I'm so happy and proud of you omg. It truly is simple and we are so lucky to have the cheat code for life fr.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

THE canon-divergent stories! One choice makes a big difference - those damn butterflies and their effects!

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨 (eddies reckoning with his past while he and buck are planning for the future! I love it!!)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (oh boy its getting messy! Bring on the DRAMA!)

- PCA <3

Yay!

75 for 🚨 (Yessssss <3 Thank you!)

---

 “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

Ramon opens his mouth to say something else, but is cut off by the sound of the front door opening. Eddie’s body goes a bit rigid. They’re home early. Eddie hadn’t… Well, he’s not sure he’s ready for this. 

“I can go,” Ramon offers. He can clearly read the look on Eddie’s face. “If that would make it easier for you.”

Eddie doesn’t know. He isn’t sure. His father made this big gesture and said all the right things and is trying and it seems sort of bad faith of him to kick him out without saying hello to Christopher and Buck. He’s just… He’s just scared. And he’s going to be scared until he gets it over with, he thinks. 

“No,” Eddie shakes his head. “Stay. It’s okay.”

Ramon takes a deep breath. “Thank you, son.”

Eddie stands up and Ramon follows suit. He leads his father towards the front entryway. 

“DAD!” Chris calls before he sees them. “The zoo was so crowded so we came home!” 

“Thank you, season’s passes,” Buck tacks on. 

When Eddie and Ramon step into the front hall, in view of Chris and Buck, Buck sort of freezes. He remembers Ramon from the funeral, clearly. From the fight Eddie had with his parents at the funeral. His expression tightens and he clasps a protective hand over Christopher’s shoulder. 

Chris looks back at Buck, then at Eddie and Ramon. 

“What’s going on?” He asks. 

“Chris,” Eddie says. “I don’t know if you remember my father?”

Chris narrows his eyes. He leans back against Buck just a tiny bit, nervous. “Uh, maybe a little?”

“Hi, Christopher,” Ramon says. Eddie can hear emotion thick in his voice. “It’s very good to see you.”

“Hi,” Christopher replies. 

“Everything okay here?” Buck asks. He’s looking directly at Eddie, intensity in his eyes, even though his voice is neutral. 

Eddie nods. He gives Buck what he hopes is a disarming smile, though he knows he still probably looks anxious.

“Yep,” he says. “Dad flew in to catch up, because it’s been a while.”

Buck raises an eyebrow. “Oh. Are you staying for dinner, Ramon?”

Ramon looks at Eddie. 

Eddie nods.

“The right answer is, only if Buck is cooking,” Christopher says.

“Hey!” Eddie complains. 

Christopher laughs.

Ramon smiles at the two of them. “I would like that. Thank you.”

Buck smiles, capitulating any past resentment. “Alright, then. Hope you like lasagna.”

v.

Eddie proposes in April. 

It’s a warm spring day. Bright and sunny. Everything goes according to Eddie’s plan, which of course includes Chris. It’s simple but heartfelt. The two of them asking Buck to legally and permanently be their family. 

“Are you sure?” Buck practically blubbers as Eddie slides the ring onto his finger. 

“Easiest decision of my life,” Eddie tells him.

---

27 for 🔼:

---

He’s not just going to suddenly spill over with self-acceptance. 

“Good,” Shannon replies. 

“But I’m not… I can’t…” Eddie sighs. “I can’t do anything about the way I feel about him, okay? I’m not going to.”

Shannon nods. 

“Eddie, I won’t either. Okay? I made a mistake today. I’m so sorry, I did. But it won’t happen again.”

He offers her a forgiving smile. 

“It’s really fine, Shan. I’m not mad.”

“You can be,” Shannon says. “For, like, several reasons.”

“But I’m not,” Eddie replies. “It’s not even… I mean, I just hope you two sort it out. I like that you’re friends.”

“You do?” She asks. 

He nods. “Yeah. It feels right.”

[ghostssweetgirl]

crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader

slow burn/enemies to lovers

taglist: @melaninsugababy @fruitymoonbeams-blog @copiasratscheese @wintersnnowie

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part.

warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity

disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [business] last

A/N - short chapter, I'm so sorry! We're nearing the end, guys! I loved writing this story so much! I'm going to make the last chapter *worth it*, I promise! <3

--

A few days pass, boringly. Paperwork, quick missions, and visiting Soap fill your time. Amazingly, Soap is walking around again. Limping, but pushing through it. You were quite proud of him for being strong through this, but learning of stories about him, it wasn't the first time he toughed something out. Of course, this called for another celebration, as Price had said. You were excited for the team to be together - complete, again. 

--

You and Ghost went on a solo mission, this time, finally succeeding together, finding your rhythm with each other on the field. Exhausted after all of the running, you basically dragged yourself out of the jeep to the shower, lazily washing the grime and dirt off of you. You met Ghost in his room and took a little nap with him, cherishing being alone in his presence for the day. 

Waking up, as you both exit the room with his hand resting on your lower back for a moment, you both chuckle as you spot Soap with a cheeky grin on his face. 

You blush at Ghost, whose warning his friend with his eyes. Gaz laughed at the interaction and Price walked out of his office, bottle in hand. You knew you weren't drinking tonight. For some reason, your stomach was upset even after the last celebration. You summed it up to exhaustion and stress. 

--

It sure was nice to have the room full of laughter. Being the soberest one, it was up to you to cook dinner. So, you did. Steaks, some greens, and some homemade mashed potatoes. Something simple, you guess, something everyone would enjoy. Hell, they'd eat anything that was sufficient, edible.

The room got quiet with the background noise of a random comedy as everyone ate up. Somewhere near the end of your plate, the captain cleared his throat as his eyes scanned your faces. 

Everyone suspiciously looked around, until Price dropped the bomb. "Well, boys..." he sighed. "And... girl... Y're all off for 3 months."

Laughing along with the rest like, "Yeah, right," you're confused. 

Price shakes his head. "No shit. You'll all be out a' my hair for a bit," he cheered his beer. "N' I'll be out a' yers. I have other... business to attend to."

Alright, then.

"Captain, y'sure?" Ghost almost whispered, in disbelief. 

"Yep. Got it covered."

"Alright then!" you happily exclaimed, while Gaz and Soap were celebrating in their own little world. 

--

You sat happily in your room, enjoying some alone time, reading a book. You heard the 3 soft knocks and knew it was him. You smile, not looking up. "Hey."

"Hey, love."

"What's up?"

"Wanted to talk about what you want to do for 3 months."

Well... there were a lot of things you could do together. Watch movies, do more picnics, hiking, learn about each other... take turns at each other's houses... fuck like rabbits... walk around naked... you know? 

More importantly, it warmed your heart that he wanted to spend his time off with you. 

"I... just want to be with you," you perk up, smiling warmly at him.

You look over his mask, and you know he's grinning underneath it. "That sounds nice, then."

[yuukei-yikes]

idk if you've posted about this b4 but do you have like any first kiss scenarios for your kagepro ships? like i absolutely know you def have one for hrtk but any others?

surprisingly i dont?? but i love making shit up so let's goooo. ill do shinaya setomary kidomomo harutaka kanoshin cuzzzz i like them

i mean it could go a million ways. also its embarrassing to write it down it's much easier to draw this kinda thing heh.. erm erm ill try to come up with something *massages brain*

surprisingly the most clear to me is shinaya??? they'd go so long without kissing it gets to a point it will NOT happen on its own so they HAVE to be like erm so are we gonna kiss or what <- ayano obviously. she will ask him. its very difficult for her Ok. and then a horrible disaster kiss.would take place i believe. i just think they'd have a funny first kiss where their teeth bump and its painful. or they make a stupid ass fish face with all their cheeks puffed up. yknow. and sorry if i may get gross for a second but if they attempt to makeout its a disaster. can u imagine that. both go into it with their mouths wide open and tongue OUT. sorry that's gross its just so fucking funny to me. like they'd be so BAD at it.

setomary dont ever kiss and if they do its little pecks while saying mmmmmwah out loud. i know so! for a first kiss it'd be an accident. one of them aimed for the cheek and the other turned around. then they teehee about it and kiss for reals

KIDOMOMO i feel like. they'd have the most conventional situation of all. like they'd have a first date kiss at the end of it momo pops her foot up. boom first kiss. I think it'd be something like kido sort of wants to take the lead (leader DUUUH) but momo is so straightforward, it was her who asked them out, planned the date, reached out to holds hands etc etc. so by the end of the date kido is so defeated. they take momo home but all of a sudden momo acts shy when they're saying bye bc dammit. she's just a girl in the world. kidos like itd be so easy to pretend i dont see it and just go home but i MUST BE BRAVE💥 and kisses her :3 :3 :3 sorry this is so cheesy but its so cute... can u envision what i am putting down.... auugghhh kidomomo is rly cute like theyre literally puppy love

UMMMM kanoshin...... kanoshin happens in a delusional situation for them both like they walk out of it not knowing what just happened. it's definitely kano's fault. probably trying to tease or annoy shintaro taken too far.

and for harutaka MANNN its funny u said i absolutely must have something thought but idk? i imagine something rly simple like they're talking and since they're super cringe they talk all up on each others faces and then they go for it. idk. they kiss like a day after confessing or something . or an hour later. dude idk

while confessing is kinda important to harutaka since its a whole thing for them like Haruka i love youuuuu Takane i wanna see youuuuuu like i get it guys. u wanna talk. however i do also kinda like the idea they kiss before confessing. idk i just like it. like they just go for it💥💥💥 YOU KNOW WHATS COOL FOR HARUTAKA TOO excitedly kissing and THEN realising they just kissed. wait see this is my problem with them i just like way too many scenarios They are everything 2 me

anyways. yep. let me know if u have any ultra scepecific scenarios for these ships i like hearing abt them they're cute🙏🙏🙏

[system-of-a-feather]

Dysphoria anon here, thank you thank you thank you for that answer it really made me feel so much better, and especially the bit about it being a relatively normal gender fluid/bigender/pangender etc experience. Sometimes we get lost in the milieu of inter system dynamics that we forget to step outside and compare the system as a whole as not being all too different to 'singlet' experiences.

What you said was honestly exactly what we were hoping for, albeit quietly because it almost felt like we weren't allowed to think that. If a transfem friend told me she wanted surgery but her next door neighbour would be really upset if she did so because he has a Being John Malkovich window into her head there's no fucking way I'd be like "nah babes you gotta respect his wishes and maybe in time he'll be in your head so much you won't even want to be a girl anymore", nor would I ever tell someone to use therapy to "get over" their dysphoria.

But I guess the internal system experience just really isn't real life. Who knew?! XD From an outside perspective, we're just a weird gender gremlin using a random outfit generator. I actually really like the idea that I can just be that, that the parts can still express themselves however they need to whenever they need to and no one who doesn't know I'm a system need ever know that anything is different except me being a lot more grounded and hopefully happy :3

Yep ^^ I'm gonna be honest I don't fully know what you are saying in the second paragraph (might be because Im tired and too lazy to try to comprehend it) but I get the gist and honestly, gender is simultaneously way more complicated than it seems and ALSO way more simple than it seems cause the complexity doesn't have to be... well, complex XD

Just exist and explore and see what works and what doesn't. Some things are things you can sometimes have and sometimes not to some level, other things are more permanent. Its up to you really.

[klivetheskeleton]

Odd Connection: Chapter One - Part One (An Alternate Universe of both Undertale and Deltarune with a twist.)

* Kris slowly opened their eyes to see an endless pitch black abyss, as Kris tried to look around, but, to no avail...

* As Kris kept on looking for something, something finally appeared, or, is it someone..?

* Kris slowly started to approached towards what it seems like a black figure, with an oval-shaped head with some seeable cracks on it.

* Kris tried to converse with the strange figure... it did nothing.

* After multiple attempts at striking a conversation towards the creature, its head suddenly starts looking up, and then looks at Kris, with its eye sockets filled with the familiar abyss around Kris and the figure, but with what it seems to be glowing pupils...

* And then... as it starts to go closer to Kris, and with a calm yet broken voice...

* ???: ✡︎□︎◆︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

✡︎□︎◆︎ ⬧︎♒︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ♌︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

❄︎♒︎♏︎ ♍︎□︎■︎■︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎ ⬧︎⧫︎❒︎□︎■︎♑︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

💣︎♏︎♏︎⧫︎ ❍︎♏︎ ⬥︎♒︎♏︎■︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ❍︎♋︎■︎♋︎♑︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⬧︎⧫︎❒︎♏︎■︎♑︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♍︎□︎■︎■︎♏︎♍︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

✋︎ ⬧︎♒︎♋︎●︎●︎ ⧫︎♏︎●︎●︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

❄︎♒︎♏︎ ⧫︎❒︎◆︎⧫︎♒︎ ♋︎♌︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎●︎♎︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

✋︎🕯︎●︎●︎ ♌︎♏︎ ⬥︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

* Kris couldn't understand what the mysterious figure had said, as the abyss around Kris and the figure started to shatter...

And then...

* Asriel: Hey hey, wake up, people!

* Kris: ! W-wha..?

* Frisk: Did you have a weird dream again, boss?

* Asriel: Another one of those, huh? What is it about this time?

* Kris: I... couldn't make anything of it, honestly, I just saw a strange figure and just woke up..

* Frisk: A strange figure? Does it look scary? Is it tall like that one video game that we played?

* Asriel: I get the reference and all but, let's talk about it later, since we are finally here!

* As both Kris and Frisk started to look beside the car windows, you could see a vast field of grass, stretching very far, as Kris looked forward to see a town, on what it looks like Asriel's parents' hometown, Ebott Town.

* Alot of people in the town started to wave at Asriel's car approaching, it seems they knew Asriel and his family, huh?

* Asriel: They still remember me, huh?

* Frisk: They know you, Azzy?

* Asriel: Yep! Alot of old friends and familiar folks that me and my family knew a long time ago, I could feel the nostalgia and good memories are coming back to me...

* Kris: You must missed this place alot, huh?

* Asriel: Hell yeah, me and Chara played alot with some of the people here, most of the people here are our childhood friends after all, hehe!

* They started to arrive at Azzy's family home, Azzy slowly parked the car near the garage door, as Kris and Frisk started to go outside the car to see the house in full view.

* Frisk: Woah...

Your family's awesome Azzy!

*Asriel: Of course, and don't worry, you are a part of our family anyway, so, you're basically saying that we are all awesome!

* Kris: Heh, that sounds cheesy coming from you, Azzy.

* Asriel: Well, I don't regret it, anyway, c'mon, let's get our things inside the house!

* As they started to take their things from the trunk of the car, and they started to enter inside the house, from the inside perspective, it looks simple, with the living room and kitchen from the left, and 3 rooms from the right.

* Asriel: Alright, the first room has two beds in it, where me and Chara used to sleep so, you guys can have that one, and I'll have the master bedroom, where mom and dad used to sleep, hehehe!

* Frisk: No fair, man...

* Kris: Don't fight it, Frisky, Azzy's the one in charge here, after all, besides, this is our first proper house, anyway.

* Frisk: -sighing- You're right, boss...

* Kris: But, you gotta admit, this is much better than the stinky apartment back at the city, right?

* Asriel: Ouch- I'm not that stinky, y'know-

* Kris and Frisk starts looking at Asriel with massive doubt and judgement in your faces.

* Asriel: Jeez, okay okay- let's just start unpacking our things, okay?

* Both in unison: Alright-

* As both Kris and Frisk started to unpack some of their things inside of their shared room together, inside the room felt nostalgic, and the room itself was wide enough for both of them, so, it's probably a good choice that Asriel chose this room for Kris and Frisk.

* As for Asriel...

* Asriel: It has been a while, huh?

The nostalgia, memories, and the familiar smell of this house takes me back...

* As Asriel takes a deep breath while unpacking his things inside his parents' master bedroom, reminiscing about the good and the bad memories of the house, along with his parents and his sibling, Chara.

* Asriel: I hope Chara's alright somewhere, they say doing jobs abroad is a hard thing, but, what am I talking about? It's Chara, they're determined enough to face off difficult challenges!

* As the recently moved Dreemurr family has finished their unpacking, it started to turn dark outside, so, Asriel decided to cook dinner for Kris and Frisk.

* Asriel: For dinner, we're going to have the Dreemurr original, butterscotch cinnamon pie!

* Kris: Wait, you can cook pie?

* Frisk: That sounds delicious!!

* Asriel with a quick smirk, as he said proudly to them:

* Asriel: Of course I can cook pie, my mom was the best at it, and it's natural to pass on the making of the Dreemurr original to their offspring, meaning, I get to know and learn how to cook pie, thanks to mom!

* Kris: Grandma Toriel sounds like an awesome mom, Azzy-

* Frisk: Really awesome!! When can we meet them tho, Azzy?

* Asriel: Ah- well.. They say they'll be coming here next month, since they have some stuff to do first and all-

* Frisk: Awwww... we have to wait for that long?-

* Kris: At least they're coming, right, Azzy?

* Asriel: Of course, say, if you want, you two can help me make the pie!

* Frisk: Heck yeah, let's do it!

* Kris: Well, at least I can try my hand at somethin' new-

* As the three Dreemurrs started to make the Dreemurr original, butterscotch cinnamon pie, as Kris and Frisk started playing around with ingredients, Asriel wanted to scold them but slowly joined in the chaos, after a solid few minutes of them fooling around, they successfully cooked the butterscotch cinnamon pie, as Asriel couldn't help feel but proud that they made their family's signature pie, and also that he has two kids that he considered as his own alongside him to be here today, as members of his family.

* After they ate dinner, which is the pie, they felt stuffed but also, loved the pie.

* Kris: That was so fricken delicious, Azzy-

* Frisk: Mhm mhm! I wish we can do this again!

* Asriel: Of course we can, we cooked butterscotch cinnamon pie for special occassions such as this, after all!

* Kris: Well, we're glad that we can experience a family tradition like this, it was really fun, Azzy.

* Frisk: I like being in this family, I like being a Dreemurr, Azzy!

* Asriel: -nervously chuckled, as he wiped some tears away from his eyes, and smiled at both of them-

I am also glad that you became part of this family, guys...

* As the three of them started to group hug, while Asriel to cry abit more, Kris and Frisk started to comfort Asriel, feeling happy because they became a part of this family, as three of them started to go inside their rooms to sleep and rest.

* Frisk: Azzy cried alot today, huh?

* Kris: It's normal, Frisky, since he and us felt happy that we became a family, y'know?

* As Frisk started to shed a single tear, Kris noticed it and Frisk started to quickly wipe it away.

* Frisk: A-anyway, rest well, boss, g'night!

* Kris: -softly smiled at Frisk, wipes their own tears as well, as they started to sleep along with Frisk-

Good night, Frisky...

* As the three of them slowly started to get some sleep, never knowing that their bizarre yet destined adventure is about to begin tommorrow.

[guidedbynors]

The Journal of a Paid GM: 3, Attracting Players

Now that we got the elephant out of the room when it comes to the stigma of a paid GM, I want to write a little bit about what it's like starting from scratch.

First, Startplaying.games has an new GM Webinar (crash course), that teaches best practices for getting players to join your games when you are not established. Startplaying.game uses a lot of adverts on facebook (and other sites, I presume) to draw players onto their site. Ads on social media are a frustrating thing. As someone who used Facebook before it had ads on it at all, there is something deeply unsettling to me about the psychology of marketing and how ubiquitous ads are in our culture. How we digest them constantly without even thinking about it. That being said, it is nice to see ads to things you like, be them TTRPGs, sports, or--in my case--new exhibitions at the Seattle Art Museum (See you at the Remix, SAM).

The work StartPlaying does for GMs is not enough, however. I wish there was this avid customer base of players just waiting to see a spot open in a game they are desperate to play, but there isn't. Or--that is, there IS, but its as simple as tossing up a page with your name on it, time, date, and a simple premise. No. There are some pretty clear. . . not rules, exactly, but practices that, statistically, will get you more players than if you stray from the path.

First, D&D 5e is ubiquitous within the TTRPG community and so also the game people want to play the most. When a player hops on StartPlaying willing to pay for a session, it's not likely they want to pay to play a game they have never heard of.

My original idea was to run games of The One Ring 2e, the official Lord of The Rings ttrpg. I knew D&D was the most popular, but in my mind I thought Hey, lots of people love LoTR, The Rings of Power was pretty good, I won't have to compete with as many GMs, why don't I run TOR. It will be unique, give me the edge. . .

It turns out this is not true at all. There were two things wrong with my idea. First, TOR is not D&D. 30% of players on StartPlaying are new to the hobby. New players want to play the game they know about.

Second: TOR, based on The Lord of The Rings, is for LoTR fans that ALSO enjoy ttrps. It's not a TTRPG that is also for LoTR fans. A TTRPG for fans who also like LoTR is like basically any fantasy TTRPG.

So, the problem with my initial idea is this: I was trying to draw people into a game that (A) they had never heard of/played, (B) has very specific lore that you have to enjoy if you are to inhabit the world.

There are simply not enough people on StartPlaying looking for a game of TOR 2e.

After I realized this game wasn't going to take, I created another game to try and lure people in. This one is called The Isle of Ixx. It's fantastic. A really great rule-lite game with fast and fun mechanics that make learning and playing a as simple as any game I've ever played.

What was my reasoning in running this game?

I'm glad you asked. I thought, huh well--it's easy to learn. People who want to learn to play TTRPGs could learn this one way easier than learning D&D. Why not give them that opportunity to wet their toes before diving into a more rules-heavy system.

You can probably see where I went wrong here.

Yep!

Isle of Ixx is not D&D. Nobody had heard of it and nobody wanted to pay to play it, because of this. Regardless, this game is so fun--so awesome and interesting, I run Isle of Ixx for 3 free players on Monday nights anyway, just for fun (it's all fun).

I've got two spots left for Isle of Ixx too! So if you're interested, check it out.

So, I mean, at least I'm getting some experience running a fun game right? Yeah.

But then it really dawned on me.

I wasn't going to get any paying players if I wasn't running D&D 5e. It's just the system everyone knows.

I bit the bullet. I'm not a HUGE fan of the 5e system. It's a good catchall for ttrpgs, but it isn't specific in the fantasy it seeks to portray. It isn't the best for Dungeon Crawls, it's not the best for Exploration or Survival, it's not the best for combat, and its not the best for roleplay. While it's not the best for any of these things. . . it is still very good at all of them--and it is interpretive enough for GMs to make it what they want it to be.

Me, I didn't want to run just another simple Forgotten Realms (Default D&D) campaign. I dug through my 5e materials and found my Eberron book.

Eberron is a fantastic, morally ambiguous, and technologically advanced setting. I like the term Magitech, but I know the creator, Keith Baker, doesn't. Anyway, I started reading.

I've read and read. I found a Podcast of Eberron fans who actually got Keith to join them in discussing Eberron lore, and have listened to 20+ episodes of that. I focused my ideas on a single region of Eberron that didn't seem to get a lot of attention: The Demon Wastes.

It just sounds fucking cool.

Like a wasteland of demons, trapped by magical means and guarded by a noble Orc sect of warriors called the Ghaash'kala. DOPE AF if you ask me.

I started writing, but had a difficult time thinking out my first arc. So, I found a module/starter set and converted it to Eberron, rewrote most of it, and then wrote out my ad-copy.

First, one of the most important things you can do to attract players to a game, is already have players in your game. These are called Seat Fillers. You invite them to play for free, for as long as they would like, absorb the cost, and hope paying players will join.

It worked. The very first day I posted my ad, a paying player joined. Now--I should ad, everyone knows who is paying for the sessions and who is a free player. Everything is transparent and open. There's not secrets here.

I still have one seat open for my Eberron campaign: Click here if you're interested!

That's how you do it! You run D&D, because its the most popular. You get Seat Fillers, you write ad copy and rewrite ad copy. You make sure your story sounds cool. My initial dagline was "Eberron: Demon Wastes Rising // A Wilderness Survival Campaign In A Land of Fire"

I mean, that sounds pretty dope.

But I had to work on it. I've been thinking about how do get players and how to run games like this for over a month. It's a bit of a compulsion, at this point. But it's something I really enjoy and I spend so much time on it, the payment I receive in kind covers a fraction of the over head. And yet, it's so so worth it!

Today I ran my first paid session. I didn't make much, but it was a ton of fun meeting my players and I hope this is the beginning of a beautiful adventure!

[sapphicwhxre]

ASTERIA'S 2.5K FOLLOWER FIC REC LIST

i read fics just as much as i write them so here are some of my favourites. tysmsm for this milestone, i love you all <3 quick note: i didn't re-tag anyone if i recommended more than one of your works because of the tag limit.

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hermione granger

tuesdays - @stupxfy

probably one of my all time favs for hermione. it's just so well written and adorable and fluffy and yes.

if i could tell her - @hellounicorn

pining, pining, PINING. the way these emotions and hermione's described is just... art. perfection. there's a happy ending and it is so worth the build up.

darling dearest - @dracolvr

fluffy goodness. read to be hopelessly in love with hermione ─ which, let's be real, we all are.

november rain - @pansydaisy

uhm i love this one sm. it's so simple but amazing ─ everyone has their days like this and having hermione to cure them? it's what everyone needs.

i need more - @15-dogs

i sobbed the first time i read this. it'll break your heart but it's so amazingly written that it's worth the sadness. actual gut wrenching / mindblowing writing.

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

the title. need i say more?

honeyed eyes - @minty-malfoy

HEAVEN. being hermione's first kiss as friend? but both of you idiots liking each other? oh my god, sign me up.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

again, the title. read to feel 🥺💙

grey days - @pepperimps01

PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

grenade - @hellounicorn

another one that'll make your heart shatter. but in the best way. these are the fics i live for where the you can't help but feel like it's really happening to you and hermione and god it's so fucking powerful. underrated writing right here in general. and also pansmione is the loml so it hurts in that way.

honeybees - @pansydaisy

fluffy aesthetic heaven.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

two queens in a king sized bed - @shysneeze

domestic christmas morning with hermione and it's angelic.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

one of those blurbs i never imagined i'd read or love so much. not to mention it's spot on and adorable.

pansy parkinson

right and wrong - @starrkidmalfoy

a first kiss and the overdone trope that i will never get sick of, the bitch who's soft only for you. the descriptions in this are perfection and the writing is beautiful <3

messed up - @writseo

toxic, messed up love fics will be the death of me. insane how well you captured it all and i just yes damn fucking props.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

*screams* THE BEST FRIEND BANTER + THE ENDING OH MY GOD OH MY GOD ─ I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

dating pansy would include - @lotsoffandomimagines

ABSOLUTE POWER COUPLE SHIT and to this day, pansy saying "jealous much?" when being scolded for pda remains iconic.

grey days - @pepperimps01

as i said before: PANSMIONE 😌😌 it's angsty with a happy ending and i love it sm. this does such a perfect job of capturing pansy and hermione's relationship growing and having its ups and downs with just a few paragraphs. honestly so good

new rules - @silversslytherin

excuse me this is immaculate ─ pansy is the best friend and the second you see that she's also the best s/o, you're done for. perfection.

study "dates" - @turning-dreams-into-chaos

the title is self explanatory and this whole thing is fluffy heaven <3

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

read the title, thank me later.

lead the way - @teacup-tai

more pansmione but this is pure filthy thinking and satisfies all the sexual tension dreams pansmione shippers have.

traitor - @hufflepuff-writings

a masterpiece where pansy chooses the wrong side in the battle of hogwarts. this ties up so well and the writing is so powerful.

back alley love potions - @a-simple-imagine

this actually hurts but in a beautiful way. watching pansy give draco a love potion is such a fucking concept and this is executed incredibly.

my little bunny - @emmamarie7708

pansy making you do this is so dirty yet she's slightly sweet and i am a sucker for it. god is a woman and her name is pansy fucking parkinson.

pansy parkinson imagine - @moonlight-imagines

i'll let pansy beat people up for me all day. they put me in madame pomfrey's, feel my girlfriend's wrath.

ginny weasley

blissful - @enyastasia

fluffy ginny goodness. the friends to lovers? the amazing kiss? 🥺🥺🥺💞💞 this fic lives in my heart <3

bubble pop electric - @hunnypot-imagines

this is hotter than a lot of actual smut and the chemistry is so... wow. ginny weasley owns me.

dear ginny - @alyssamalfoy

how does this short ass letter manage to make me feel so much. it's sorcery but i don't even care, it's beautiful.

wildflower - @pansydaisy

will i ever get tired of cheeky i love yous? not when loves like ginny weasley and ayli's so so pretty writing exist.

all i want - @hellounicorn

ouch. fuck you harry :) quite possibly the best ginny fic i have ever read. insanely talented writing, i genuinely feel every touch of emotion you put down and you need to know how amazing that is. keep breaking my heart.

linny hcs - @bluebirdlinginthenest

who doesn't need good linny content in their life?

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

sexy bitch, fuck me up.

willow - @padmeamiala

ginny is the loml. her brothers can cry about it.

bellatrix lestrange

attempting to bake with bellatrix - @carters-coffee

MY FAVOURITE BELLA FIC ─ there's not enough bellatrix fluff out there but this makes up for the lack of. heaven.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

this gives me chills. she knows she's a bad bitch and that's what we love about her.

change of plans - @dumb-sbian

why THE FUCK have i not had a rainy morning with bellatrix? she can sleep and mumble something just like this and i'm still head over heels for her.

being tortured as bellatrix's girlfriend - @writings-of-a-british-fangirl

definitely a concept BUT this makes me feel some type of way and i recommend giving it a minute of your time 😌

bellatrix finding out you're a muggleborn - @carters-coffee

the beauty, the nuance omg. this is art.

bellatrix prompt - @carters-coffee

yep jealous bella. trust me, im all yours mommy <3

sex with bellatrix would include - @onegayastronaut

so short but... sign. me. up.

luna lovegood

never leave - @/deactivated

luna smut is hard asf to come by and this is my favourite. it's so luna and the pain over her not knowing, not getting that closure about how you feel until this is an amazing rollercoaster.

she - @hunnypot-imagines

the beauty of falling in love with luna, through this majorly talented writing. ten out of fucking ten. i will not elaborate but there's also majorly good association in this imo.

silver berries and flickering fireflies - @duskgrangers

i love this fic so much. she's so herself and that is why we ✨ simp ✨ and the scene set just sounds so prettyy

how the potter girls react to you in lingerie - @pottersanime

luna + this title? yes please, ma'am i am simping.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

put me in your pocket luna. im begging you.

dancing in the rain with luna - @/deactivated

only luna would get you a dress to go dancing in the rain and this is the stuff of blissful, fluffy dreams.

hugging her from behind - @pastanest

short and cute, do me a favour and read it :)

dating luna lovegood would go like - @glossymalfoy

life is NOT worth it if you don't read these cute little headcanons and imagine dating ravenclaw's baddest bitch.

linny hc - @bluebirdlinginthenest

like i said, who doesn't need good linny content?

cho chang

strawberry kisses - @pansydaisy

the only cho fic i've been able to find and it's SO WORTH IT. the cutest, it flows so well, and i absolutely love it. i need this with cho tbh.

fleur delacour

toutes les etoiles - @coffee--writes

im in love with fleur and this amazing writing. and for the first time since i started high school, my three years of taking french feel good for something.

being best friends with fleur would include - @harrypotter-imaginess

not romantic but actually so sweet pls. i want this friendship in my life so bad.

nymphadora tonks

dating nymphadora tonks would include - @imaginesforgirls

dating her + that warm little feeling of bliss that only HCs can give you

taking care of her after the war - @random-imagines-blog

this kind of hurts in that good ass way and i lovee it. they're simple hcs but i feel for tonks so much and then there's that warm lil feeling when you're the one to put her back together aand now my primary life goal is to help this woman heal.

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harry potter

phosphenes - @minty-malfoy

ok shakespeare, the fuck?? this fic will never not get me right in the heart. the angst, holy fuck. and for once, the reader doesn't hurt harry and let draco walk all over them and it's just done so well. the transition from a toxic relationship to a sweet, loving one PLEASE. it's beautiful.

happy memories - @15-dogs

how does this manage to be so. smutty and fluffy at the same time? this is one of those short ones that has lived in my head, rent-free since i read it. and tbh any fic that includes expecto patronum is guaranteed to be good.

come back to me - @wondernimbus

right from the beginning, it's a mess of emotions both good and bad. that kind of good ass writing that hits you in the heart <3

making out with harry potter would include - @badfvith

read this title. done? now thank me later.

harry prompt - @thoseofgreatambition

harry x a sarcastic swooning bitch is an elite trope idc. short and sweet, i'm marrying this fic.

keep your eyes on the prize - @rowema-ravenclaw

first of all, showing harry up and second, pure fluff (and a little steam) right after. i also love how she writes harry in general because he's totally safe/in love with the relationship but still has that awkward lovable shyness and i just... *sighs*

always - @pansydaisy

uhm i will always love him and always reread this a thousand times so its a fit title + a good read.

late night studying - @lumosandnoxwriting

fuck studying, let his hand stay in my shirt. once again recommending fluffy bliss in the form of a short read that makes me feel things <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

he's so stupid. but he still loves you + this is from our resident perfectly talented writer so its a win.

cuddling after a rough quidditch practice - @badfvith

harry james potter is : b a b y

gryffindor's victory - @rowema-ravenclaw

make me gryffindors fucking cheerleader because HOT HOT HOT HOT HOT. AND THE WRITING IS IMMACULATE PLEASE. just read it, you won't regret it.

draco malfoy

silent treatment - @slytherinwh0re

andy's mad talented and this is just... insert a cheesy chefs kiss. unbelievably adorable but so fucking hot and an actually good smut plot (which is rare lmfao). remind me to give draco the silent treatment every time im upset.

rewards - @malfoysstilinski

so hot PLS. hype him up for the match and get your reward, bye. so good.

reading between the lines - @minty-malfoy

i've said this a thousand times but that's what happens when you've got a mad talented mutual BLESSING everyone with beauty like this. butterflies and warm feelings all around when i read this 💓

point of view - @draconisxcaput

its angst for hermione and fluff for you but overall ethereal writing. i am never going to recover from the pure talent that this is.

im not kidding im dying - @malfoysmatrioshka

i hate being sick with a passion but this... this would make it worth it.

hogwarts express - @/deactivated

draco fucking you because he knows harry's watching. the shit of legends and god is it hot.

draco laughing at you because you can't walk after sex - @glossymalfoy

*motions to the title* fluff with this loser 😌

the cheeseburger - @slytherinwh0re

really short read but this is one of those things i just. didn't know i needed. you're missing out and haven't even realised it if you haven't read about introducing him to cheeseburgers. and that ending is so funny/in character to me i fucking love it.

four am - @malfoysstilinski

domestic draco 🥺 but also sad draco 🥺 and then fluffy draco 🥺

hugging him from behind - @pastanest

real short and it'll brighten your day <3

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

how is it that this is so stupidly adorable. i love it 💘

ron weasley

heather - @hellounicorn

always making me cry with your fics i swearrr. this is a must-read. having someone but them not really being yours is a beautiful trope and this fic absolutely does it wonderful, poetic justice. your angst is addicting.

apple pie - @pregnant-piggy

ABSOLUTE DOMESTIC BLISS I AM IN LOVE. i don't even like kids or baking that much but this made me so soft. the whole cozy, heavenly vibes from this fic yes yes yes.

jealousy - @writeroutoftime

cliché jealousy turns friends to lovers and i am a sucker for it all over again <3

shaking and trembling - @ronsbadidea

if ron doesn't finger fuck me and then make a cheeky comment about it in class later then WHAT IS THE POINT :(

mixed signals - @iamthecabbage

i've always figured ron is this awkward idiot cutie with a crush and yea, this is it.

fred and george weasley

i love you, but you don't - @george-fabian-weasley

fred's a character i really don't read for often but goddamn. it's the saddest, most beautiful mix of rejection and pain and fred desperately caring but not in the way you want him to ─ an angsty masterpiece.

cockwarming george - @roonilwazlibimagines

because of this filthy gem, i one hundred thousand percent believe that he could make me cum without even fucking me and this is just... it's a good fucking read.

would you still love me if i turned into a worm? - @minty-malfoy

their responses are so wonderfully chaotic and adorable and GOD you're missing out if you haven't read these lil blurbs.

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[jonahlovescoffee]

One Last Time | J.M.

a/n: hi im back with a new fic even tho it kinda sucks (???) because my skills are rusty but y’all better still love me <3

summary: after countless painful heartbreaks, jonah swore to never love again but for you, he might give it one last try.

warnings: angst with fluff in the end hehe

word count: 2250

Jonah was perfectly fine with living alone in LA. His career took flight after his last breakup and he was free to live his life as wildly as he desired without having silly romantic relationships tying him down. He moved out from his old house and chose to settle in a cozy little apartment with his pet cat for a new start; he went to every single party he was invited to and usually ended up kissing way too many girls, getting way too drunk or waking up the next day with way too many gaps in his memory of the previous night; he got to put all his focus into making more music now that he had no girlfriend to put as his number one priority. Life was never better for the 23-year-old singer and he had never been happier. He was thriving on his own and he definitely didn’t need to…

“Can’t sleep again?”

…head to the neighboring apartment—your apartment in the middle of the night just because he couldn’t sleep. He was strong enough to deal with the inner demons that kept him up at night by himself.

Yet there he was anyway, doing exactly that and falling into your arms the moment the door opened wide enough for him to pass through. You weren’t the least bit surprised with his actions though, since it wasn’t unusual for him to engulf you in his tight bear hugs at the most unexpected times. Or visit you, that is.

He was grateful that you never complained about them.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, his voice muffled with his head buried in the crook of your neck. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling a lungful of your scent. It wasn’t until then he realised how much he missed you, although the last time he saw you was this morning when you were about to leave for work and him for Daniel’s house. Hours apart felt like eternity when you weren’t around. “You?”

“Lost track of time while working, nothing new,” you admitted, rubbing his back in familiar strokes that put him at ease.

“Who the fuck works on a weekend?”

“Your favourite girl is a workaholic, apparently,” you joked and a smile involuntarily spread over his face and against your skin.

“Are you sure you’re my favourite girl?”

“I better be, or I’m kicking you out of my home right now,” you tried to make your threat sound less serious by adding a light laugh but Jonah knew you weren’t joking this time. You meant everything you just said (you never gave blank threats) so to some people you might be come across as intimidating, perhaps, but to Jonah, well…have you seen how small you were compared to him? He doubted you could do anything to make him leave your home if he didn’t want to. But you wouldn’t have to do anything because…

“Yep, you’re definitely my favorite,” he chuckled and felt how your body tensed when goosebumps started to form on the side of your neck where his hot exhales caressed.

Right. “Just friends“ equals personal space unless you say otherwise. He reluctantly removed his head from its previous comfortable resting spot on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry. I was too close—“

You shook your head. “It’s fine,” your hands found their way onto his face, cradling it between them gently, the simple gesture knocking his breath and all his problems out of him. God, he loved the way you touched him. “I like it when you’re close to me. It’s just that…”

“I know,” he said when you trailed off, unable to say your thoughts out loud. He understood what you meant. It’s just that it hurts when he does all these things to pull you closer, further blurring the line between friends and lovers, only to let you down again and again in the end. He resisted the urge to apologize once more, knowing that you’d merely brush him off with another ‘it’s fine’ if he did. You put up with his bullshit too much. He wondered why you hadn’t blocked him out of your life after all the emotional distress he had bestowed you. Yet.

A beat of silence passed with him watching you as you studied his face. He knew what you’d see. Tired eyes, unshaven beard and disheveled hair. In short, a mess. He hadn’t bothered to make himself look presentable lately. He wanted to but he couldn’t find the energy to. To be honest, he had been too emotionally and physically drained to do anything lately.

He knew you’d notice and a selfish part of him desperately wanted you to fuss over him. He was an asshole, really, for wanting and taking everything from you but not giving you anything back in return. The thing was, you didn’t want just anything. You wanted his love and he didn’t think he was in the right state to give you that. You deserved the special kind of love that would last for a lifetime, not a pathetic one coming from a broken heart that was still in the process of healing like his.

Guilt ate him away bit by bit, especially as you did exactly what he yearned for.

“When was the last time you slept well, Jonah?” you asked softly, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. All traces of playfulness were gone from your eyes and were replaced by concern, worry and everything else of the sorts.

“Can’t remember,” he admitted frankly, licking his lips and taking a gulp for extra courage before adding, “Been traveling a lot lately and sleeping in foreign hotels aren’t the same as…sleeping by your side.”

It was true. He didn’t know whether it’s the domesticity of preparing for bed together and the shared ‘goodnight’s before heading on a journey to dreamland, or maybe it’s the soothing feeling of your body pressed flush against his that made it easier for him to shut all the negative thoughts out, just for the night. Either way, he ended up growing addicted to holding you in his arms as he slept, which was why the nights without you had been torture for him.

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at his confession. You were oh so beautiful, he thought to himself. It scared him sometimes—how much he adored and wanted you even when he shouldn’t. “Glad you missed me.”

You sounded glad, relieved even. It was as if…you really thought you meant nothing to him.

“I always do, Y/N,” every second of the day until I’m back in your arms. He hated himself for not having the guts to say his true thoughts out loud.

You shook your head while smiling as if you found his reply incredulous. “You’re tired. C’mon, let’s get you to bed.”

“I meant every word I said, Y/N,” he insisted. “I didn’t say that because I was delirious.”

He received no answer but he noticed how your smile seemed forced after the words left his mouth.

At this point, you probably knew better than to let yourself believe in any of his sickeningly sweet but honest words. He didn’t blame you for that.

“Thanks, I’m flattered. Now, sleep time.”

He watched as you built your defenses up around you again. It was one of the most painful things he’d ever witnessed, that’s for sure.

“Alright.”

#

The bed dipped, followed by the rustling of the comforter, before a familiar warmth hit Jonah as you nestled against his chest. This wasn’t the first time you had done this, nor would it be the last time, but the effect your action had on Jonah would never cease.

Eruption of butterflies? Check.

Increase of heartbeat rate? Double check.

Suddenly having the overwhelming urge to make you his? Triple fucking check.

Habitually, he wrapped an arm around you, his hand casually resting on the curve of your waist. He could stay like this with you forever, he realised and he didn’t like it one bit.

The last thing you needed in your perfect life right now was a dumb, broken man for a boyfriend. One who only knew how to turn his life experiences into songs and getting led on by girls with bad intentions because he craved the feeling of loving someone and being loved in return, even if it’s fake.

But God, it was impossible for him to not fall harder for you each day when you were the one who lights up his world with your smile, the one who’ll drunkenly blabber about how big your crush on him is in the most adorable way after accidentally having too many drinks, the one who is always there to help him catch his breath whenever he feels like drowning and most importantly, the one who sees all his flaws but doesn’t love him any less because of them.

You don’t deserve her, a voice in his head said as he silently looked at you. Yet why were you here, resting in his embrace?

It must be another sick joke made by the universe to taunt him. To show him how close you were to him yet still so unreachable. Even if he did manage to reach you in the end, then what? All his past relationships either ended with him accidentally breaking his significant other’s heart or the other way round and he wasn’t going to risk it with you.

He didn’t want to lose you like how he did with them because…he wasn’t sure if he could ever recover from that loss.

Instead of continuing to lay on his side, he shifted his sleeping position so that his back was fully pressed against the mattress, with your head remaining on his chest.

Your bedroom was dead quiet save for the sounds of your breathing and the soft swish of the curtains that were slightly billowing in the chilly night breeze that entered through the opened sliding doors that led to the small balcony. You always slept with the curtains drawn because it let you get a clear view of the wide expanse of the night sky and if you’re lucky, you got to see stars that were littered across nature’s dark canvas. They were your only company during the lonely nights before he came along, you had once mentioned to him.

Now that he slept on the side of the bed that blocked your view of the outside world, the only thing in your line of vision was his chest, his neck, or if you tilt your head a little more upwards, his face.

Which was exactly where you’re looking at now.

“What’s on your mind?” Your voice was soft but it cut through the silence all the same, tearing his attention away from his racing thoughts.

“You,” he answered swiftly, offering you a weak smile that you didn’t reciprocate, causing his to eventually falter.

“For someone who said he wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship when I confessed my undying love for him, you sure think about me far too much,” you tisked and he couldn’t quite tell whether you meant your words in a teasing manner or were they pure sarcasm?

“That doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything for you, Y/N,” he was as torn as he sounded. One part of him yearned for you whereas the other wanted to push you away, to keep you safe. From his mess of a life and the pain it might inflict on you. “I just…don’t want to hurt you.”

“But you’re hurting me now by not letting me in, you know that?” You sighed. “Look, Jonah,” “I can’t wait forever for you to make up your mind.”

“Because it hurts like hell to be this close to you,” you reached up to run your thumb across his jaw, “but not being able to call you mine. And if the pain gets too unbearable one day, who’s to say I won’t leave?”

He hated that you were right.

So for a moment, he let himself picture what it would be like in a world where you belonged to him and vice versa; where he could have slow, lazy mornings in bed that consisted of intimate kisses, touches, and words that warmed hearts; where he’d be able to return to a home that wouldn’t be empty anymore due to your bubbly present; where he could keep you close in public with an arm securely looped around your waist or a hand holding yours without worrying that paparazzis would spread rumours that you were dating because it was true. You are his.

Life still wouldn’t be perfect, but at least it’d be complete with you in it and he’d definitely be happier than he was before.

That was when he realised he was a coward for spending too much time fearing what could go wrong, instead of thinking of all the beautiful things that could go right.

Sure, he had messed things up in the past and hurt the people around him in the process but his relationship with you was the present.

That should mean something right?

Maybe…just maybe…the only way to truly mend his shattered heart was by learning how to love again. By giving love one more chance. One last chance.

So with a shaky breath of nervousness, he admitted, “You’re right. I’ve kept you waiting for too long.”

“But not any longer.”

Then he closed the remaining distance between your lips.

And nothing had ever felt so right.

@chilling-seavey @neralondon @mia-marais @randomlimelightxxx @hopinglimelight @kvd963 @cutiebandlover202 @savspersonalproperty @slowdownatthelotusinn @hollandsangel @freakshows199 @my-fangirling-outlet @the-girl-who-cried-wolf @sadbitchfangirl @hopinglimelight @onlyangelavery @lokiandbuckylove @hometothecanyonmoon

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

Words: 2,952 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: The prison (Season 3) Warnings: language, that's it! A/N: Kintsugi, aka "golden joinery" is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with precious materials like gold and it is strikingly beautiful. I think you'll understand why I titled the fic this at the end! Summary: After Daryl leaves with Merle, he return to the prison to find that Y/N is extremely angry with him...

Your name: submit What is this?

Your face went through a rapid series of emotions as soon as his familiar broad shoulders came into view. First was shock and surprise, and then relief to see him again and to see him in one piece, and then just... anger. Daryl shifted his weight anxiously from one foot to the next, watching over everyone crowded around him as you simply stood up and turned your back on the room and left. You walked straight out and into the row of cells, disappearing through the heavy metal door. Daryl caught Rick’s eyes and the sheriff simply tilted his head and gave Daryl a knowing look. Daryl’s attention was pulled away as Carol grabbed him into a tight hug.

He was surprised when you didn’t come back out to join in the discussion of what the hell to do next about Woodbury and the Governor. He worked up the courage to try to talk to you, knowing full well it may just be an exercise in futility.

You easily heard the familiar cadence of his steps approaching your cell and the doorway darkened as his frame stopped in the space. He gripped the edge of the cell door and anxiously chewed his bottom lip.

You were sitting on the edge of your bunk, determinedly not looking at him. “Go away, Daryl.” Your voice was quiet but there was an unfamiliar edge to it.

He shifted uncomfortably but didn’t leave. “Just—would ya just talk to me?” he ventured. He saw the muscle in your jaw tense as your teeth clenched. “What is there to talk about?” “I—’M back now. I came back,” he said. He felt sick. He wasn’t used to you being angry with him and it was completely twisting him into knots.  “Yep,” you said, standing and going to the doorway. You pulled the hanging sheet in the doorway, a makeshift door, closed right in his face. “Leave me alone,” your voice came out from the cell and then he heard the springs of your bunk creak as you sank back down on it.  He stepped back from the fabric and dropped his hand from its grip on the doorframe, heaving a heavy sigh. Carol stepped out of her cell, just a few doors down and looked at Daryl staring at the closed sheet in front of him. He turned at the sound of her soft footsteps.  Carol’s brow was furrowed low over her eyes and she tilted her head in the direction of the staircase that climbed to the second level. Daryl’s hand clenched and unclenched in a fist and he gave your cell one last parting look before turning away to follow Carol up the stairs. She peeked at Judith in her makeshift bed and smiled. Daryl stopped beside her and looked down at the little sleeping bundle. His heart warmed at the sight of her, but his expression was still dark. Carol glanced over at him. He chewed on his bottom lip anxiously again. “She won’t even talk to me,” he drawled. “Give her a little time,” Carol said gently. “She’ll come around.” Carol sounded very sure of her assertion, but all Daryl could think was that he’d ruined things for good. “I came back,” he said, leaning back against the railing. His heart was aching with regret. Going off with Merle was stupid in the first place. Almost as soon as he’d done it he knew it was a mistake.  “You being back doesn’t change the fact that you left in the first place,” Carol pointed out. “You really think she doesn’t have a right to be upset? Think about how she’s interpreting you leaving.” He gave her a questioning look. Carol straightened up and stared at him. “I understand why you did what you did. He’s your brother. He’s blood. But you leaving with him... to her it means she wasn’t worth staying for. You chose Merle, a racist asshole, over all of us, and right when we’re sitting on the edge of war against the psychopath Merle worked for. I know that isn’t really what happened. It’s not that simple, but that’s what it feels like. She thinks you leaving means that... whatever there is between the two of you wasn’t worth anything. It wasn’t enough to make you stay.”

He gulped and shifted uncomfortably. “But that ain’t true...” Carol shrugged. “That’s how it seems to her.” 

Daryl ran a hand over his face and sighed again. “I really fucked up,” he growled. The grit and gravel in his voice was heavier than usual. “You did what you thought you needed to do,” Carol said, giving his shoulder a light squeeze. “Just give her a little time. She’ll cool off.” But the rest of the day, you stayed in your cell with the doorway covered. Daryl hung around hoping you’d step out so he could try to talk to you again, try to apologize and explain. He was sick with regret and guilt and worry, but you never stepped out. “Who’s on watch tonight?” Daryl asked Rick. He was thinking about offering to stay up and take both shifts because there was no way he would be sleeping that night anyway. He was too anxious. “Y/N first and then Glenn is taking the second shift. He gave Daryl a knowing look. The archer looked miserable. Rick sighed. “I’m just glad you’re back,” Rick said.

Daryl nudged his nose up in nod. “Yeah... thanks...” You’d be on guard first. You wouldn’t be able to hide in your cell forever. You could, however, still tell him to fuck off, but he had to try. Just waiting around was agonizing and he kept thinking about how in this world even the next minute wasn’t a guarantee. He had to make things right as soon as he could.

Night fell and after scraping together his courage, Daryl got up, knowing you’d be in the guard tower by now. He went to the little stove and heated up some water, pouring it over a tea bag in a mug and staring down at it. Yeah, bring her tea, dumbass. That’ll fix it. But regardless of that derisive voice in his head, he grabbed the mug and headed out to climb the narrow stairs of the guard tower, curls of steam wafting off the surface of the amber liquid. You turned when you heard the metal door from the stairwell creak open, thinking maybe Glenn couldn’t sleep and was coming to keep you company early. Instead you saw the broad shoulders of the archer coming through and you turned away and fixed your eyes on the darkness blanketing the prison yard. “What?” you asked sharply. Daryl gulped. Obviously you hadn’t cooled off enough yet. “I just—uhh.” He rubbed his hand awkwardly over the back of his neck. “I brought ya some tea,” he drawled.  You kept your back to him and said nothing. He edged closer and set the tea in front of you on the table. It was then that he noticed the bandage on your upper arm. He hadn’t noticed it before, probably because you’d been wearing a jacket. Without thinking, he reached out and gently grabbed your arm. “What happened?” 

You glanced at his hand on your arm and then up to his blue eyes. You felt your resolve crumbling as soon as your eyes met his. It was like some involuntary reaction you had no control over, but you tugged your arm from his grasp and shifted away from him, averting your eyes back toward the outside again. “I got shot,” you said. “What?” he urged. “The hell ya mean ya got shot?”

His voice was tinged with deep concern. “By one of those Woodbury assholes. You know, when you were off running around with Merle,” you replied. Daryl’s stomach twisted. How could he have been so stupid? If he’d been at the prison where he was supposed to be he could have protected you. What if it hadn’t just been your arm? He hadn’t even said goodbye to you... he’d just left. The hell was he thinking? You must have sensed his sudden panic because you looked over at him again and studied his face. “It’s just a bullet graze, Daryl.” Your tone was flat this time, but it was an improvement over the previous anger. “I’d rather be alone,” you said quietly. You hesitated. “Thanks for the tea.”

He gulped again. This distant tone you had was eating him alive and he felt his blood pressure rising. “Would ya just look at me at least? Gimme a chance to explain!”

You were a bit taken aback by his tone, which was now a little angry too, and you did turn to stare at him, your brow furrowed heavily now. “Explain?” You scoffed. “What the hell is there to explain? You made your choice. Your priorities are pretty damn clear. So, just—just leave me alone...”

“Nah,” he growled. “Not ‘til ya listen to me.”

You glared at him and he watched the muscle in your jaw tense as you clenched your teeth. “Actions speak louder than words, Daryl.”

“I fucked up, alright? I ain’t denyin’ that! I wanted to come back as soon as I left!” he roared. “‘M sorry!” “Sorry?” You stared at him, bewildered. “You’re sorry,” you repeated. “Yeah, well, so am I. Sorry I was stupid enough to think that maybe—” You broke off and shut your eyes, breathing in a tense breath. “That maybe what?” Daryl pressed you.

“That maybe I actually fucking meant something to you!” you yelled. There were angry tears in your eyes now and you fought to blink them away. “But if you could just leave then clearly I’ve deluded myself, because I could never do that to you. So, I guess I don’t know what this—” you gestured to yourself and then to him, “—is. Was. Whatever... apparently it’s nothing.” The archer stared at you feeling like his heart had split open. “That ain’t—that ain’t true. And it wasn’t that simple. S’not that simple.” He took a hesitant step toward you. 

Your jaw was still set. “Forget it. You don’t need to explain anything to me. It’s not like we were.... together. I was stupid to read into anything. I’m—I’m done. I’ll just send Glenn up later,” you murmured, trying to storm out of the guard tower, ready to race down the stairs and leave the whole mess behind you. But Daryl’s hand gently caught you as you tried to move past him, landing lightly but firmly on your arm.

“Nah. Don’t do that! Don’t just—just dismiss this!” he growled. 

You stared up at him, caught off-guard by his hand on you, by him physically stopping you from leaving. You were trying to think of something to say but your mind was suddenly blank. His hand finally dropped from your arm but instead of backing off he stepped closer to you. “This ain’t nothin’!” he argued. “And ya weren’t kiddin’ yerself. Now just stop bein’ so damn stubborn and talk to me!” You felt your resolve crumbling a little.  “I—I don’t have anything else to say!” you retorted angrily. “Now let me by!” You tried to brush past him again but he stepped right in your way. “Daryl,” you growled. “Get outta the way.” “Nah,” he said shaking his head. “Ya wanna be stubborn? Fine, but so will I.”

“Move!” you yelled at him again, feeling a flush of angry heat in your face. “No,” he said again, this time catching your eyes with his blue ones.

Your chest was heaving with angry and nervous breaths. “Let me go,” you said, and this time even you were surprised by how weak your own request sounded.

Daryl stared down at you, his posture defiant, obstinate. His heart was absolutely racing in his chest and he finally couldn’t suppress the urge any longer. He clasped your face in both hands and kissed you urgently, something he’d wanted to do for so long, but even more so since he’d tried to leave. It was all he could think about. A moment later he was sweeping you into him with a hand on your lower back.

You let out a noise of surprise and stumbled back, away from him, staring at him standing there with his chest heaving. “Wh—what the hell are you doing?”

Daryl gulped. Oh shit. Had he just fucked things up worse? He gestured vaguely with one hand. “This ain’t nothin’,” he drawled, breathless from his lips on yours. He stepped toward you cautiously again, half expecting you to move away or brush past him for the exit, but you didn’t move. He anxiously licked his lips, and you felt butterflies flit to life in your stomach. “‘M sorry,” he said again.

You stared at him, a quizzical expression on your face. You wanted his lips on yours again. “Say it again,” you said softly. You stepped closer to him. 

Daryl stared down into your eyes. The regret in his was plain. He slipped his fingers into your hair and clasped your face again. “‘M so sorry. I ain’t ever gonna leave again if I can help it.”

Your expression softened and you grabbed onto the front of his vest and pulled his lips down to meet yours, kissing him heatedly. Daryl’s hand landed on your lower back again and he pulled you against him, pressing forward so you were touching practically from knees to nose. His kiss was urgent, feverish. He pressed into you and you moved backwards blindly until you felt the table behind you. Daryl’s strong hands lifted you, setting you on the edge. You looped your arms around his neck and gently bit at his lower lip, eliciting a chesty growl from him. His hands wandered over your back and smoothed down your sides, feeling the curve of your waist and angles of your hips. They wandered down further and ran over your thighs, sending tingles of electricity up your back. You tugged him into you more tightly, feeling his hips pressing into the inside of your knees as you sat on the table. You slid a hand under his vest, around his back, and scratched your nails over the thin cotton of his shirt, feeling his strong, tense muscles beneath the material. He pulled back from you suddenly and your eyes opened, long eyelashes fluttering, disappointed and feeling the inches between your lips profoundly. “What is it?” you asked him, completely out of breath. He just stared down at you, not lifting his hands from your hips. “Nothin’. Just tryin’ to convince myself this is really happenin’,” he drawled, his eyes flitting between yours and your partially parted lips. 

You ran your fingers through his hair and he leaned into your touch. “It is.”

He looked suddenly nervous again. “Listen, I still wanna tell ya... I can’t entirely explain it. I know Merle’s an asshole. Of course I know that... But he’s my brother. And it was almost like I didn’t have a choice in the matter. I’d already left him once in Atlanta. I couldn’t do it again.” Daryl rushed on, still in vague disbelief that somehow you’d gone from yelling at him to kissing him in a span of a few minutes. “But as soon as we were alone out there... I realized he might be my brother but he ain’t really my family anymore. Maybe he never was.”

You gulped and nodded, pressing your hand flush to his chest and feeling his racing heart beneath your fingers. “I’m sorry I was so hard on you,” you said regretfully. “I was just—hurt.”

He nodded. “I can’t blame ya. ‘M sorry.”

You looped your arms around his neck again and he gave in to the gentle tug easily as you pulled his lips back to yours. The heat built between you again and you let out a small sigh as Daryl’s lips wandered from yours to kiss your neck and the delicate skin by your collarbone, his fingers tangling roughly into your hair. You found yourself arching into him more and more and Daryl was reeling as your fingernails lightly scratched his back, even over the fabric of his shirt. But the building heat was quickly quashed by the sound of the squeaky metal hinges on the door to the stairwell and both of you startled. Daryl spun around and you jumped up from your spot on the table, accidentally knocking the mug of tea to the floor, which of course shattered and sent liquid splashing everywhere. Your entire face flushed as you saw Glenn standing in the doorway with a surprised look on his face, one hand still on the doorknob. 

“Uhhhhh... sorry,” he mumbled. But his face quickly broke into a grin he tried to stifle. “I’ll just—I’m gonna go,” he said jutting a thumb back over his shoulder, unable to keep the amusement out of his voice. Daryl shifted uncomfortably next to you. Glenn turned on his heel and headed right back down the stairs and into the cellblock again. 

Rick, unable to sleep with the threat of the Governor still looming, caught sight of him returning and gave him a questioning look. “I thought you were on guard duty now?” he asked curiously. Glenn smiled and laughed a little awkwardly. “Uhh, yeah, but uhh—Y/N and Daryl have got it,” he said, his eyebrows lifting. “Y/N and Daryl? Isn’t she still pissed at him?” the sheriff asked, looping one thumb into his pocket. Glenn laughed again. “I’m pretty sure they made up... Night, Rick.”

[anghraine]

While I’m Star Wars-ing, my top 10 favourite SW themes, in order of my ... okay, totally subjective preference:

1) Luke and Leia

Amazing. Stupendous. Spectacular.

I just love it so much, particularly the way that it integrates the elegance of “Princess Leia’s Theme” with the power of “Luke’s Theme” as it escalates (bombastic flutes!), while also being its own thing, reflecting both the sweetness and strength of their relationship. It gives me chills every time.

2) The Force Theme / Binary Sunset

A very close and very lovely second. It’s been used so many times in so many ways and has lots of associations throughout the series ... but it’ll always be Binary Sunset to me, tbh. I have very, very rarely seen such an evocative, perfect combination of music and visuals. Even by itself, though, it’s just so powerful and so pretty.

Having said that, it barely squeaks past #3:

3) Darth Vader’s Theme / The Imperial March

When I was thinking of the individual character themes, I immediately knew this would have to come first. It’s so perfectly thunderous and powerful, and also lends itself to some remarkable variants, like the terror of “The Asteroid Field,” the ominous undertones in “Anakin’s Theme,” and the gentle version that plays as Anakin is dying. Just an unparalleled character theme IMO.

4) Princess Leia’s Theme

One of the single most beautiful themes to emerge out of SW, and (I think) certainly the most beautiful of the individual character themes. As I mentioned in #1, it has a distinct elegance about it, even a gentleness, but it also turns noticeably forceful in the last third or so, appropriately enough. Just lovely all around.

5) Luke’s Theme / Main Theme

Few themes (in anything) are so incredibly memorable and so incredibly perfect for their films as this. I love the bombast of it both for SW in general and for Luke’s forthright, daring, reckless personality in particular. Its use when Luke jumps into asskicking mode on Jabba’s barge is so satisfying, though the escalation to it at the end of ROTS is probably my favourite use of it in all the films.

6) Anakin and Padmé’s Theme / Across the Stars

The prequels have some amazing tracks and motifs, but for me, “Across the Stars” is the jewel in their crown (yes, beating out “Duel of the Fates” and “Battle of the Heroes”). It’s beautiful and gentle and soaringly powerful all at once—perfect for, well, star-crossed lovers, and I actually think it’s used really, really effectively in AOTC. It’s half the reason I ship Anidala, tbh.

[Note: I don’t really count “Duel of the Fates” as a theme per se, but if I were including it in this list, it would be here. I don’t think it’s used with quite as much focus and effectiveness as “Across the Stars,” but damn is it superb in its own right.]

7) Rey’s Theme

Yep, it’s here! I’ve heard criticisms of the sequels’ themes and motifs, but I actually adore “Rey’s Theme,” both as an individual piece and as one extremely well-suited to its subject. It has a lot of force overall, but it’s accompanied by a certain lightness in the dominant instrumentation that makes it very charming and appealing.

8) Jyn Erso and Hope Suite

And a non-John Williams theme appears! I couldn’t possibly leave this one out, tbh—I absolutely love the mix of melancholy and beauty with an escalating brassy strength that simplifies to something almost delicate (like, say ... hope?). And I’ve always been a little reminded of the “Across the Stars” doomed love theme at times (suitably enough for Jyn! /shipping mode activate).

9) Yoda’s Theme

This is perhaps the cutest of all the themes? I really enjoy how it has a simple, delicate appeal, but also feels kind of quirky and odd, like Yoda. I meant to put it at the bottom, actually, since it’s not really the style I go for in general, but I listened to it again, and couldn’t do it.

10) Anakin’s Theme

Don’t be misled by its placement on this list; anything that made the list is something I love, it’s just that there are so many incredible themes in SW. I love, in particular, how this theme is so light and cheerful overall, yet has hints of “The Imperial March” woven in that become increasingly glaring as it progresses, and ends on a distinct element of it. It’s also one of the most enjoyable to simply listen to, I think, because of that combination of pleasantness and menace.

And that’s my list!

[x-chubby-reader]

Oh MY GOD what about Bakugou, kirishima, and sero who get hit by a quirk who turns them into a lil toddler or whatever and they’ve got the biggest crush on their chubby/plus size classmate 🥺🥺

A/N - I literally love this idea so much, thanks to @fandom-fander for helping out with this headcannon.

Not Prof Read

Lowercase Intentional

Cursing

Toddler!Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero x Plus size reader

Bakugo

aizawa sure as hell didn't feel like dealing with the angry pomeranian in minature form

he decided to leave the boy with the class and let them decide among themselves on who should watch the little firecracker for the day

extra credit anyone?

everyone immediately pinned the responsibility on you

kirishima, he didn't feel like getting screeched at by a small bakugo and needed to apparently go study

he also knew that bakugo had a fondness for you in his teenage form, so why not see if he still has it

fr little bakugo pretends to hate your guts

somehow this little toddler has the most hurtful insults

“you can't even get a boyfriend? that's pretty sad.”

suddenly choking out a child is okay

do it… no one has to know how it happened

even though he had pretended to hate you, he still kept trying to show off to you 

you decided to take him out on a little bike/tricycle ride? homeboy flipped it trying to show off how fast he could go and then proceeded to complain about scraping his knee

hey at least he got your attention

he is a literal leash kid fight me oh my god

bakugo will simply run away

you expected him to listen? oh you're in for a surprise

the only option that you give him is to either wear the embarrassing monkey pack or to hold your hand

he immediately grabs your hand and is literally so giddy and its adorable my lord-

smiles for days my heart i can’t-

he may seem all happy and nice, but that can flip in a minute

he’s the biggest brat sometimes and you are literally this close to punting him across the room

you don't get him something that he wants? little pomeranian boy will turn into a velociraptor child in an instant

the decimals that that kids voice can reach up to is kind of impressive not going to lie

“no bakugo, you can't have that right now maybe later-”

screech

thankfully he tires himself out quick enough to set him down for a nap

but nothing is ever simple, is it?

he wont go to sleep without you though, claiming that there are monsters and he needs to know where you are so he can protect you

no matter how many times you had explained to him that there weren't any monsters around, you slowly succumbed to his pleas

almost feeling bad for him, he just looked so serious about how you could get hurt that it made you feel bad

you didn't notice how much taking care of a kid took out of you until now

you had made a mental note to apologize to your mom for having to deal with you when you were younger later

As soon as you settled down on the couch with the toddler laying on top of you, you almost instantaneously passed out

oh boy were you in for a surprise when you woke up to a teen bakugo, still curled into your torso

he looked up to you after feeling you stir, he almost had a smirk on his face before burying his head back  into you 

mostly to hide the redness spreading over his face, he wasn’t going to admit that he was blushing

no way in hell

he just mumbled a “later” before his breaths softened into a steady pace

yeah, you may be stuck here for a bit

Kirishima 

you were there for the whole thing

red-top had pushed you out of the way of an incoming quirk blast and suffered the consequences

he became young again, almost too young

you felt bad

and who wouldn’t

so of course you took it upon yourself to watch him until the effects wore off

the thing you learned about him was that he was an even touchy-er child

homeboy just wanted to be held all the time

just climbing up and latching himself onto your calf

it was adorable but hard to walk with

If you pick him up, you’ve basically sworn an oath with the devil himself

you cannot put him down 

ever 

he gives the most pitiful looks when you do and drags his feet when you walk

he also wont leave you alone

so curious in whatever your doing at that exact moment

and he is impressed by everything you do

“what are you doing?”

“reading”

“wow so cool!”

a bug came in through the window and he screamed

you walked in all nonchalant, grabbed your shoe, and smacked that some of a bitch into a next dimension

he lit up omfg

“wow y/n, that was so manly!”

you brought him in to class since it had been a school day and were too afraid to tell aizawa about the incident

the girls were literally all over him

i mean, who wouldn’t be all over an adorable and friendly (looking at you bakugo) kid?

and the pebble boy was lapping up the attention like a thirsty dog on a hot day

you never expected him to act like this

shy maybe, but then again he was pretty outgoing in his teenage form

he was grinning from ear to ear

literally posing like a mini body builder and making little huffing noises

even you couldn’t help it, letting a little aww out like most of the other girls

this had been causing a slight disturbance to the class

so the whole going to school thing was pointless as aizawa sent the two of you home anyways

he is already a tired dad, he dosen’t need to be dealing with a toddler right now

putting the little strongman on your back you began to walk

you had been hoping that the effects would wear off in a few more hours 

but nothing ever goes to plan dose it?

while you had been walking, you noticed a significant weight increase, but just decided to ignore it

hey you were more sturdy and thicc, you wern’t no pussy, why stop all of a sudden because of the extra weight?

the only single thing that had alerted you to kiri being fully back was the whisper in your ear

instead of a sqeaky and mousy voice, you heart a more smooth and even comment

“hey stranger”

girl you dropped him and ran, him having to catch up to you

he has the audacity to give you a heart attack, he better suck it up

Sero

this was the same situation as bakugo, aizawa just didn’t want to deal with the kid

and especially a kid who kept mixing up two languages

he really was just so one

aizawa gave him the option to go to anyone

of course he ran straight to you, clinging onto your calf, as that was as high as he could reach

hey you looked the most inviting and least scary

he was literally terrified of bakugo and almost started to bawl is eyes out when he went near him

though he calm down slightly when he went down to get to a similar height as him. 

why wouldn’t you take the opportunity to watch a cute little kid and skip class

hey, aizawa said whoever watched him got extra credit

but there soon was a slight problem that you noticed

well not really a problem, but more of a hurdle

with sero being raised in a household that spoke both english and spanish, he started to mix the two, not knowing any better

he would be asking for “leche” and you would just stand there trying to understand with your limited vocab

just the loading circle above your head whenever he started to talk

but you managed with google translate and going off of the vast amount of spanish soap operas you watched at 3 am once a week

surprisingly, he was a very artistic kid

at least every ten minutes he would walk over to you and hand you a squiggly picture of a flower, you, or him and you holding hands

and he would just giggle before running away to make another

bro heart go melt 

being pre occupied with some papers that the father teacher had sent home with you, sero couldn’t get your attention

he might of forgotten your name and got stuck in a predicament

then the most rational thing popped into his head

well his dad called his mom “mi amor” and you and his mom were both pretty ladies

it made total sense to him so he went with it

“hey...”

nothing

“hey...”

nothing again

“hey... mi amor~”

your head shot up immediately

since he noticed that the name had gotten your attention, he just started using it

when he had shifted to being a teen again, the two of you never mentioned the name again

until a few days later when he was back to normal in class

homeboy was trying to get your attention and the multiple taps on the shoulder weren't cutting it

he got an idea

“hey... mi amor~”

yep that got you immediately

and he still uses that nickname for you

[short-wooloo]

Star Wars 212

Cody and Obi-Wan walk out of the Republic army office

Cody: “Waxer, Boil, settle a little tiff Obi-Wan and I are having.”

Obi-Wan: “Let’s be honest Cody its not a tiff, its a row.”

Cody: “And now its a scene.”

Boil: “Its ok sir, we don’t wanna get involved in your personal life.”

Cody: “Its not personal, its a math problem.”

Waxer and Boil (simultaneously): “Oohoo Mama/Pass.”

Obi-Wan: “Cody and I had dinner together last night for the first time in 2 weeks, thanks to the night shift.”

Cody: “And Obi-Wan thought it would be fun to spoil our date with an INANE math problem.  To which his answer is wrong.”

Waxer: “Enough foreplay let’s get to the numbers.”

Cody: “Its the Monty Hall Problem, imagine you’re on a game show, there are 3 doors, behind one of which is a speeder-”

Obi-Wan: “You’re telling it wrong.  There are 3 doors, behind one of which is a speeder.  You pick a door, the host, who knows where the speeder is, opens a different door, showing there’s nothing behind it.  Now the host asks if you'd like to choose the other unopened door. Should you do it?”

Cody: “No!”

Obi-Wan: “Yes!”

Cody and Obi-Wan: “ITS SIMPLE MATH!”

Cody: “It doesn't make any sense to switch. The prize is behind one of two doors. It's a 50/50 chance either way.” 

Obi-Wan: “It's 2/3 if you switch, 1/3 if you don't. The probability locks in when you make the choice.  We've been over this eight times.”

Cody: “Seven times, now you can’t even do simple addition.”

Waxer: “Obi-Wan is right.”

Cody: “You’re fired.”

Waxer: “What!?”

Boil: “Ha-Ha!”

Later

Cody walks into the office

Waxer: “Good Evening Sir!”

Cody: “No.  Its Not. I haven’t slept because I’ve been going over that stupid problem.  Now I finally understand Obi-Wan’s side.”

Boil: “Cool, so its all better and I never have to hear about math again?”

Cody: “Quite the opposite, I know better than ever how wrong he is.”

(flashback to Cody and Obi-Wan’s house)

Cody: “Probability doesn’t kick in.  Do I have to teach you college level statistics?”

Obi-Wan: “I don’t know, do I have to teach you high school statistics?”

Cody: “Do I have to teach you 8th grade statistics?”

Obi-Wan: “Do I have to teach you 7th grade statistics?”

Cody: “Do I have to teach you-”

(cut back to present)

Cody: “Now if you’ll excuse me Troopers, I need to leave him a snide voice mail about “kindergarten statistics.”

Waxer: “Okay, we have got to explain this thing to Commander Cody to save their relationship.  And you laughed at me when I went to that weekend-long math conference.”

Boil: “Cause you called it "funky Loth-cats and their feisty stats."

Waxer: “That was the name!  It was so cool.”

Boil: “It was not.  Anyway, it's not about the math.  They haven't seen each other because of the night shift.  They just need to bone.”

Waxer: "WHAT!?  Gross Boil!  Those Are Our Dads!

Boil: raises eyebrow

Waxer: “I mean ... [chuckles] ... That's not what I think.  Commander Dad is just my boss.”

Boil: “Wow.”

Waxer: “Never mind!  I'm teaching father the math!”

Boil: smirks

Waxer: “Whatever, Boil!” walks away

later

Waxer is on the ground by his desk, looking for something when Commander Cody walks up:

Cody: “Is everything okay, Waxer?”

Waxer: “No, I lost my ring.”

Cody: “Did you see where it went?”

Waxer: “Actually... (pulls up miniature monty hall problem), It's behind one of these three doors. Why don't you pick one?”

Cody: “Are you trying to Monty Hall me?  It's unbelievable.  I don't need Monty Hall ruining my place of work when Monty Hall has already ruined my home life.”

Boil: “Come on, sir, the math thing isn't the problem.  Night shift's keeping you and Obi-Wan apart.  You two just need to bone.”

Waxer: whimpers audibly

Cody (voice cracking): “What did you say?”

Waxer: “Don't say it again.”

Boil: “I said you two need to bone.”

Amy: whimpers

Cody: “Hoooooow daaaaaare you, Boil.  I am yOuR SUPERIOR oFfIcEr!”

[five minutes later]

Cody: “Bone!”

[ten minutes later]

Cody: “What happens in my bedroom, Trooper, is none of your business.”

[twenty-one minutes later]

Cody: “BoOoOoOoOne?!”

[forty minutes later]

Cody: “Don't ever speak to me like that again.”  Walks away.

Waxer (raises head from desk): “Why did you do that?”

Boil: “Dude was pent up.  Now he knows.  Problem solved.”

the next day

Waxer: “Oh, Commander, I know you don't want to talk about Monty Hall, but I did contact a math-”

Cody: “No need trooper.  It's all good.”

Waxer: “So the fight with Obi-Wan is over?”

Cody: “Yep.”

Waxer: “Because you understand the math now?”

Cody: “Nope.”

Boil: “Because you guys-”

Cody: “Yep.”

Boil: “Knew it.  See, what happened is, your dads had sex-”

Waxer: “OKAY BOIL!”

source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QGxyIQzLeUc