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miyagihawk · 3 years

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“idfc; blackbear (again it’s so easily related to hawk vibes, maybe he’s afraid to open up again for a relationship after moon so he acts like he doesn’t care about the reader but the mfs actually so in love😩✋🏻)” - @hawkwhore

ugh i love this sm and blackbear 😛 ty for the request as always <3

idfc | eli “hawk” moskowitz x reader

warnings: just cursing?

summary: based on idfc by blackbear :) hawk doesn’t like you and you don’t know why

a/n: soooo i kinda strayed from the song LOL sorry but this is kinda more cutesy and less angsty than the song. i actually like it though :)

You don’t know why he seemed to hate you.

Ever since you walked into the dojo for the first time, it was like you couldn’t escape his death stare.

Eventually, you got closer to Miguel, his best friend, so you two started going to the same parties and hanging out more often. But he never seemed to warm up to you.

Miguel said Hawk was just intimidated by you because you always beat him when Sensei calls you both to spar. So you let him win one time, but he seemed to hate you even more after.

Which is why you started Operation Get Hawk To Like Me.

It seemed like a fun challenge to get the broody boy to enjoy your company, but you also sincerely wanted to be friends with him. When he would laugh with Miguel and he smiled like the sun, it made you sad that he was so cold towards you but so warm towards others. You wanted the sun.

You decided that the first part of O.G.H.T.L.M was to subtlety be nicer; you didn’t want to be desperately kind out of nowhere and make him dislike you even more.

“Hey!” you called after the red haired boy who was about to open the door to the dojo.

Hawk turned around slowly at the sound of your voice, and you winced at the annoyed look on his face.

“I- uh, I got this for you,” you held out a blueberry smoothie. When everyone hung out at Golf N Stuff, you saw that he got that flavor and took a mental note.

The boy stood in front of you with a twisted face, not reaching out to take the drink. “Why?” he asked.

You shifted awkwardly, feeling nervous under his stare. Was this too forward? “Um... I accidentally got an extra one?” you made the excuse lamely. “Just take it.”

“Give it to Miguel,” Hawk turned around and sauntered into the dojo, leaving you with a frown. But you wiped off any trace of your disappointed expression and walked into practice too.

You tried everything.

You waved at him every time you passed each other in the halls. You got him drinks at parties and you even offered to be the designated driver so that he could get wasted with Miguel.

When you two sparred, you lost on purpose each time. Sensei even pulled you aside to ask if something was wrong. “Hawk is getting better,” was all you said, but he didn’t seem convinced.

The list of things you were trying to do for Operation Get Hawk To Like Me seemed endless and you were totally kissing his ass. His feelings about you weren’t budging, and it seemed like this was just a hopeless mission.

“I just don’t get why he hates me so much. I’m trying so hard,” you groaned.

“Maybe that’s why. You’re trying too hard,” Miguel said across from you with a mouthful of fries.

“Well I don’t know what to do then. I want him to know I’m trying.”

“He knows,” your best friend nodded his head nonchalantly.

Your face scrunched up in confusion, causing Miguel to give you an amused look. “Then why doesn’t he care? I’m starting to think there’s just something wrong with me,” you huffed, crossing your arms.

“You should just talk to him if it’s bothering you so much,” Miguel shrugged.

“I guess I should,” you slumped, feeling intimidated by the thought of confronting Hawk. Was it even worth it? If he didn’t want to be your friend now, then what would change if you talked to him? If he would even agree to talk.

Tonight. The final step that would determine if you were going to give up on Hawk.

The truth is, it really hurt your feelings how little he cared about you. And it hurt even more when you went out of your way to get him to even acknowledge you as an acquaintance.

You don’t know why it affected you so badly; maybe you’ve always had a teensy crush on him. And maybe this little plan you formulated was actually motivated by your subconscious desire to really get to know him, even though you passed it off as wanting to simply be his friend.

So tonight, at the party you were all going to, you were going to talk to him. And get the truth on why he was so persistent in shoving you away.

“Woah, slow down Y/N. Miss lightweight,” Miguel eyed you cautiously when you downed another cup of beer.

“I just need some liquid courage to face Hawk,” you licked your lips, already feeling the effect of the alcohol clouding your mind. You started to sway without noticing, making Miguel laugh at you amusingly.

“Well good luck with that. But that’s enough, or you won’t even get any words out,” he took the cup from you and you pouted. Miguel subtly motioned behind you, and you turned around to look.

It was the red haired boy you’ve been avoiding all night; the one who made your palms sweat when you thought about the conversation you were planning to have.

But with the alcohol giving you a rush of confidence, you walked up to him with no anxiety. His eyes widened when he saw you rushing forward, and he almost looked afraid.

“Can I talk to you?” you said solidly, feeling braver than you usually are. Hawk looked at you, confused, but nodded to his friends before following you to go somewhere quieter.

He traced behind you as you opened the door to go outside, where there were less people and the music wasn’t so loud.

“Um... is something wrong?” Hawk stood awkwardly in front of you, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Of course there’s something wrong,” you replied in a meaner tone than you intended, but you brushed off the guilt.

“Well what is it?” he asked in his usual annoyed tone that he used only when he needed to speak to you.

You felt your cheeks heat up with frustration. “Why don’t you like me?” you blurted out, and the expression on his face told you that he wasn’t prepared for it at all.

“W-What?” Hawk stuttered, his previously composed persona was gone.

“Why don’t you like me?” you repeated, more forcefully. “I am so nice to you. But you just hate me and I have no idea why! And you’re just best buds with everyone else, so I know you aren’t incapable of having friends. Do you know how shitty that feels? Especially when I try so hard to just get you to treat me decently!” your mouth ran on and on and words were coming out without you thinking.

Your blurred vision from your anger cleared after you caught your breath, and you focused on his shocked expression. It was the most expression he’s ever shown you.

“I-I-” Hawk stammered, but you cut him off.

“Look, I’ll leave you alone if you just tell me to. But tell me why, so I can give up. I’m sorry, okay? For whatever I’ve done that makes you not even want to be near me. And I don’t even know why I feel like I need you to like me, I just-”

This time he was the one to interrupt you. “I do like you.”

You blinked in confusion, taken aback by his words.

Hawk licked his lips anxiously, taking a breath in before speaking, “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been a dick. The truth is... I’ve been... um... catching feelings for you. And I guess I was trying to protect myself by pushing you away.”

Your mouth dropped open at his confession. Out of all the responses you were expecting when you were overthinking about the conversation, this one was one you could have never seen coming. But surprisingly, it made your stomach turn and your heartbeat accelerate.

He continued, this time looking into your eyes with his blue ones. “I don’t hate you at all. I just... I just felt like last time I caught feelings for someone I just got hurt. And I was all in, but they weren’t. That’s why I keep myself from getting close to you. I’m sorry Y/N,” Hawk confessed his whole heart, leaving you speechless.

After barely getting a few words out of him everyday, his confession of feelings was overwhelming. But you finally understood him. You knew about his relationship with Moon and how it went down from all the school gossip, but for some reason you never pieced together that it was why his guard was up so high.

“I don’t really know what to say,” you admitted, still feeling woozy from both the alcohol and his speech. You weren’t sure about your feelings and you didn’t want to say something you didn’t mean. Yes, you had feelings for him too, but everything was going so fast.

Hawk gave you a smile that calmed you from your worry. “It’s okay, sorry. It was a lot. But if you still want we can be friends.” He reached out his hand for you to shake and confirm your partnership.

Instead of taking it, you took him by surprise by wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He melted into the hug after a few seconds, and you smiled from behind his view. “Friends,” you pulled away and he beamed at you warmly.

You finally got the sun.

a/n: omg bye this was not like the song at all SORRY there wasn’t that much action it was just fluffy IVE BEEN WATCHING TOO MUCH MIRACULOUS LADYBUG like they r so soft and u can see the influence of it on my writing lmaoo anyways hope u enjoyed!! :)

#cobra kai #eli moskowitz #hawk cobra kai #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai x reader #eli moskowitz imagine #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk imagine #hawk x reader #cobrakai

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inkedtbz · 4 years

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do me a favor | juyeon

pairing : juyeon x you

genre : exes to lovers au, fluff, maybe sexual tension? idk

word count : 2.5k

SUMMARY : after breaking up a year ago, you and juyeon still found yourselves in love with each other. too stubborn to get back together, your friends decide to take matters into their own hands.

“(Y/n), come on, please?” Eric pleaded, his head tilted like a wounded puppy. He's been following you around the hall for the past ten minutes, pestering you for yet another favor.

Pretending not to hear, you plugged your earphones one by one as you walked, continuously ignoring his attempts at aegyo, “Sorry, I can't hear you!”

He groaned, rolling his eyes before rushing in long strides to stop you in your path. Eric extends his arms out, blocking your every attempt to move past him. His lips jut into a pout. “Come on, just one favor. One!”

“Just one favor-” You mocked, imitating his tone. “Yeah, I heard that one before.” Grinning, you shoved him playfully, before going your own way.

Eric grumbled as he grabbed his phone out of his pocket. Quickly, he sent a message to their newly made group chat.

ERIC

MISSION FAILED

she just ignored me TT TT

HYUNJAE

are you sure you’re really her best friend?

YOUNGHOON

We have to get them to talk somehow

She keeps whining about him still aND I AM OVER IT

ERIC

YES I AM HER BEST FRIEND

but that’s not important

wHAT WILL WE DO NOW??

“Heads up!” Jacob shouted, passing the ball towards him before Haknyeon could steal.

Juyeon usually hung out on the open basketball court after school with his friends, Hyunjae, Jacob and Haknyeon.

Dribbling the ball between his hands, Juyeon kept his eyes on Hyunjae’s, looking for a way past him. The latter held a solid defense, reaching every now and then to attempt a steal. For a moment, the older’s gaze wavered and it didn’t take long for Juyeon to seize the opportunity. He pivoted, turning by the ball of his foot before running towards the other direction. With no other guards, his way towards the basket was clear. So, he jumped and shot the ball with a flick of his wrist.

The soft whoosh of the ball going through the net echoed throughout the court.

“Break! I need a break.” Haknyeon said in between heavy breaths. He sprawled on the ground with Jacob opting to lay beside him.

Juyeon sat on the bench, a smug smile plastered on his features. “Good game.” He nodded towards Hyunjae. He grabbed a bottle of water and took a swig.

Hyunjae's phone chimed. Making sure to keep the screen facing away from Juyeon, he opened the group chat. After reading the contents, it took all his willpower to resist the urge to facepalm in front of everyone.

ERIC

YES I AM HER BESTFRIEND

but that’s not important

wHAT WILL WE DO NOW??

Drops of water spilled on the ground, catching Hyunjae's attention.

“Shit-” Juyeon cursed, crouching down to pick up the bottle. But his eyes were nowhere near the ground.

Ah, Hyunjae thought. That's why.

You were walking just outside the court, with books held close to your chest.

Juyeon goes still at the sight of you, his grip on the bottle tightening with each second that passes. His gaze held steady until you were out of sight. Only then did he blink, bringing himself back to reality.

“Man, if you wanted her back, staring isn't gonna do the trick.” Haknyeon said, shaking his head.

“You could, you know, actually talk to her?” Jacob suggested, “Maybe she's still hung over you too.”

“I'm not hung over her!” Juyeon denied, his easy smile becoming a frown upon hearing their words. “Besides,” He muttered, “We broke up a year ago. There's no way she's still into me.”

Hyunjae glanced towards his other friends, who had the same thought. Yeah, right.

ERIC

We better think of a new plan quick!!

YOUNGHOON

She just entered the library!!

An idea popped into Hyunjae's head. Slowly, his lips twitched into a grin as he sent a text.

HYUNJAE

Leave it to me

“Juyeon.”

He inclined his head towards the direction of his caller, showing a small smile. A nice, cool shower after a game always puts him in a pleasant mood, even after seeing an ex he may or may not still be into. “Yeah?”

“Would you mind grabbing my notebook from the library? I'd get it myself but my roommate texted me. Says it's urgent.” Hyunjae asked, scratching the back of his nape.

Juyeon closed his gym locker then turned around to face his friend. “But isn't the library closed at this hour?”

“The student part-timer would still be there by this time. He'd let you in.”

“Alright, I'll get it.”

Hyunjae grinned, mostly out of satisfaction. Their plan was in motion, and neither of the two knew a single thing.

After a short walk, Juyeon arrived in the library, a huge hall stacked with different kinds of books. The hall seemed colder when it was closed, the lights were dimmed and the seats usually occupied by busy students were empty. The library wasn't a place he visited often, so he found himself looking around longer than he should.

“Hey, Juyeon. What do you need?” Younghoon asked, cleaning up his work area. He looked ready to leave.

“Ah, I came to pick up what Hyunjae left behind. I was wondering where he might have been.”

“Check the reference section.”

“Thanks.”

He sauntered towards the seemingly endless shelves. Hundreds of wooden ledges holding hefty tomes. Juyeon focused on the label on each section, avoiding the charts and tables that contain information that would make his head spin.

“Circulation, periodicals…” Juyeon read to himself as he passed each sign. It wasn't until he walked by a hundred more shelves that finally, he reached the reference section.

Immediately, he rushed towards the reading area and scanned the tables for any notebook that was left behind.

Instead of a notebook, a familiar, not to mention equally surprised, face greeted him.

“The library's closed. What are you doing here?” You asked, after a few seconds of awkward silence.

Once the shock faded, you wore an expression of indifference, trying to hide the fact that your heart wanted to beat out of your chest.

Juyeon gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he searched for words. “I could say the same for you.” He retorted.

“Younghoon is my friend too. He lets me stay after hours to do some research.” You said, your voice sounding harder, as if angry.

“Well, I just came to pick up Hyunjae's notebook. Then I'll be out of your hair.”

Hyunjae's notebook? You thought, your eyebrows furrowing. “How could he leave his notebook? He was never here.”

He must have seen your expression because he seemed confused as well. Slowly, the two of you realize what your friends have done. The weight of each other's presence dawns on you both, and none of you have an idea what to do.

Juyeon takes a step closer, daring to make the first move. “Listen to me…”

“Juyeon, please.” You said, cutting him off. Your voice threatens to shake, but you keep it steady, not wanting to break. “We broke up a year ago. You don't owe me anything. Not an apology, not this conversation.”

“You don't want me here.” He said, his resolve crumbling at your words. “Fine, I'll leave.”

You barely nodded, putting all your attention back on your book. You tried to block out the echoes of his footsteps as he walked away.

No, the truth was you weren't over Juyeon. How could you be? Everyday, you see him around campus. You can't help but miss his smile, his laugh and his warmth whenever he held you in his arms. Every memory you shared was still vivid in your mind, and thinking about them was like rubbing salt on an open wound.

You don't remember why you broke up, not exactly. Perhaps you both weren't ready, maybe you needed space to grow.

But the funny thing is, space did nothing except make you want him more. So much more that it hurts.

Your train of thought gets interrupted by the urgency in Juyeon's voice as he shouted. “Hey, (y/n). You might want to check this out.”

Curious, you hurried towards him. You stopped in your path when you finally saw Juyeon. A cold wave of panic washed over you when you find him fiddling with the knob on the door.

“What's going on?” You asked, slowly taking a step closer.

“The door won't budge.”

“Very funny, Juyeon. Open it.”

“I am!”

You make your way towards the door, shoving him off the knob. You tightly grasp it, twisting it with all your strength. It won't move.

“It's stuck.” You hissed, kicking the door out of frustration. Immediately, you recoil, the pain of the impact taking you aback. “Ow!”

Before you could fall on your ass, Juyeon held his arms out, pulling you close to his chest. “You okay?”

“Fine.” You squeaked, pushing yourself off of him before he could see your reddening cheeks. “How do we get out?”

He took a couple of steps back before taking his phone out. “Hold on, I'll text our friends.”

You simply nodded before leaning on the counter.

JUYEON

I hate all of you

Now get us out of here

YOUNGHOON

No way

ERIC

We're tired of your whining

Both of you

HYUNJAE

No one's getting out until you patch things up

ERIC

You have all night !!! ; )

YOUNGHOON

ERIC NO

I don't wanna clean any messes

HYUNJAE

Gross

Soooo yea

you're stuck there

HAVE FUN

Juyeon groaned before keeping his phone in his pocket. He sat on a chair across from where you were standing. “We have useless friends.” He said, sighing.

“Yeah, I thought as much.”

Again, an awkward silence settled in the room. Both of you had much to say, but neither had the nerve to attempt anything, much less bridge the gap that had formed over the past few months.

“I'm cold.” was all you could say.

Juyeon's expression softened, his dark eyes filling with worry as he remembered how cold you easily get. He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to you, still keeping a careful distance. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You nodded gratefully before taking it from his hand. A familiar, comforting scent washed over you as you placed his coat on your shoulders. Perhaps it wasn't just the jacket, but you felt warmer already.

“Can we talk now?” Juyeon asked, turning his eyes to the floor as he took in a sharp breath, as if preparing himself for rejection.

You nodded, “It's not like we have anything better to do.”

“Right.” He chuckled, combing his fingers through his hair as he finally made eye contact with you. “How have you been?”

Good. But probably better with you. You thought. “Busy.” You replied instead. “I've had a couple of projects here and there, so I've been occupied. How about you?”

“The same.” He nodded, his eyes drilling onto yours, as if reading your thoughts. You wish he couldn't. Otherwise, he'd know how much you were holding yourself back.

His lips formed a soft, sad smile. “You look great, by the way. Our time apart was good to you.”

“Then, it must have been good to you too,” You admitted, shifting your gaze down towards your fingers, which were nervously fidgeting on the hem of your shirt. You could feel the intensity of his stare, even when you weren't looking. “You can move closer if you like.”

“Like this?” He asked, standing up to take a step closer.

You shook your head, noting the amused tone in Juyeon's voice. “Closer.”

He moved a few inches closer, and yet he was still out of arms reach. “This close?”

You lift your chin up, daring to look him in the eye as you uttered the next words. “Come as close as you want.”

Suddenly, everything was a blur. A moment ago, he was across from you, staring with a gaze intense enough to make anyone feel small. Now, he had you pinned on the counter, trapping you in between his arms. Your eyes were like magnets, not one daring to break contact.

You could feel his every breath brush over your face. Yet somehow, you felt he wasn't close enough.

“Can I kiss you?” Juyeon whispered, his gaze flitting over to your lips.

“Please.”

You felt your breath catch as he leans closer. Your eyes flutter shut when you feel his lips press firmly on yours. The sound of your beating heart faded in the background, and all you can think about was how soft his lips were when they moved in sync with yours, and how his arms slowly wrapped themselves around your waist, holding you flush against his body.

As for Juyeon, he could hardly believe that he was talking to you again, let alone kissing you in an empty library. His mind was blank and all he could feel was your fingers pulling on his hair as you claimed his mouth hungrily. He felt weak as you moved against each other, finally realizing how much he wanted this for so damn long, but then again, he had always been weak for you. You could ask for the world and he'd give it to you on a silver platter.

With heaving breaths, you both pull away, opting to press your forehead against each others. You look at him and you see his mussed hair and swollen lips, you could imagine that you looked the same, probably worse. But you didn't care, you just kissed Juyeon, and you were happy about it.

“I've wanted to do that again for so long.” He admitted between breaths, his lips curling into a shy smile.

“Me too,” You whispered, offering a smile of your own.

“What does this mean for us?” He asked, his eyes searching yours for an answer he wants to hear. “I want to make us work. I was so stupid to let you go.”

“So stupid,” You nodded, resisting the urge to smile, “Let's try again, Juyeon.”

He leaned in for a soft peck on your lips, trailing a finger on your cheek as he smiled with eyes only for you.

You don't remember falling asleep. But you do recall cuddling on one of the library's loveseats, sharing whispers and long, slow kisses in the dead of night.

“IT WORKED. OUR PLAN WORKED!”

“Shh. You're in a library, Eric. Shut up.”

Eric's voice made you jump. Your eyes snapped open and you sat straight up, startling Juyeon, who rolled off and fell on the hard floor.

“Ugh- what's going on?” He groaned, nursing his shoulder, which took most of the impact.

You rubbed the sleep away from your eyes and gasped at the sight of your friends grinning stupidly at the two of you.

“Did you have fun last night?” Hyunjae teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

You ignored them and gave Juyeon a peck on the cheek, “I gotta go shower. I have class. I'll see you later.”

He nodded and watched you leave, but not before seeing you flip the finger towards your friends, who responded with laughter.

“So, how was it?” Younghoon asked, his eyes scanning his tangled hair and puffy lips. “I'm guessing you patched things up.”

“I'm not doing any of you a favor ever again.” Juyeon said, before sighing. “But… thanks.”

A huge cheer erupted from his group of friends, and Juyeon tried not to be embarrassed from the sharp glares they received from various sleep-deprived students occupying the library.

But he let his friends have their moment, he owed them after all.

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loudestcloud · 3 years

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Time for Luffy's fashion exam! Now, I'll be honest, I did skip an outfit because I decided I will be ending this whole thing with the Strawhat fashion show in Episode of Luffy. Also, sorry for the posting gap, I remembered I have other unfinished post sets. That being said, this is a very long one so let's do this!

Kid Luffy, Post-Enies Lobby & Fish-Man Island: I think it's super cute when Luffy has white t shirts with red based logos because it reminds me of the first picture. Makes him look baby plus, they can always be found in cute domestic EPs or fun, cute flashbacks. The shorts change over time and that's also kinda cute, a range of cuffs is a nice change up. It's nice to see the red contrast the blue shorts and the white is a nice color on him cos it contrast his hair!

Romance Dawn, Enies Lobby, Thriller Bark, Sabaody Archipelago, Amazon Lily, Marineford & last Dressrosa outfit: This look is the pre Luffy look. It's the pre Timeskip look everyone thinks of is cuffed shorts, Kimono sandels and sleeveless vest (and Strawhat, obviously) but have you ever seen them all in a line? It's mad. Each outfit is the same basic look bit more are more spicy each time! I like the Thriller Bark and Sabaody Archipelago looks a little bit more cos it's nice to see that jacket open and it feels like he was trying something new. I also feel that the buttons on the jacket look like the ones on Shanks' pegged ankle sailor pants when we first see him so that's cool. (it took me hours to find the name for his trousers, oh my fucking god) The last Dressrosa outfit feels like a nice callback to the rest of the line up here without being too much cos it's just a red vest top instead and I do find it funny it's like the Enies Lobby and it's used in Dressrosa because of the jokes people make about Robin and Law being so similar.

Timeskip: This is it lads, it's the one true icon itself, the post look! ☺️ When I sit back and look at it I see all the people this look is influenced by and want to cry at how masterful it really is. (Now, I do wanna say that I didn't come up with this nor am I the first to say it and I am definitely probably looking too much into this but) The yellow belt is taken from Shanks' red belt the first time we see him and the Shanks look Luffy is more familiar with. Now onto the jacket. I know it won't stand out as to why for most but it's Ace inspired! When Ace leave to become a pirate, the start of his adventure, he has his jacket open and Luffy having his jacket open also shows his scar from the ending of Ace's adventure. I also really appreciate how no one hides scars in this anime. Also, someone said that the style of the jacket and it's fancy frills could be in reference to Sabo's little jabot collar and honestly I do see it. it's quite subtle unlike Shanks' but not as hard to catch as Ace's so I enjoy thinking that it's there too. Lastly, he still has his cuffed shorts and kimono sandels because it's still Luffy's outfit at the end of the day and he is still who is is, just with a stronger appreciation of what people have done for him now. It's also his colour pallette for the pure fact he is the main character n needs his pallet. also sometimes he just has normal wooden sandels but the same outfit sometimes, it's a small detil a lot of people overlook but I prefer the sound of his Kimono sandels 😊

Dressrosa: I love this outfit cos it's stilly but also has very nice vibes. Looks ready for the beach but is really throwing hands and that's the best kind of outfit, it's a nice expectation subversion tbh. I also like how he tried to hide the Straw hat but not... All of it? And I love how the crew didn't actually question it either. It would have been super easy for one of them to just tell him to leave it behind or something but I do really love how respectful they always are of the hat. I myself have a hat that's super important to me and when I loose it I go mad.

Whole Cake Island: I love this arc for outfits! I swear if the actual content of it doesn't kill me, the act looks will 😭 it's all so magical and it knows it is! Like I said before, white is a good color on him as he has black hair but for the same reason, so is black! In this arcs outfit range, the Staw hat seems almost invisible and his outfit gets less and less 'Luffy' as the arc gose on showing this is not about him. He's not the focus of this arc and you can see that in a lot of the outfits thb. I also like the lack of blue and yellow, 2/3 of his colors as Sanji is often associated with those too as we've talked about before. Also, I like the little red strips on the white jacket with the gold buttons, idk why and I think it's nice that the last 2 outfits are so simple in general, it's a nice look for him. oh, what's that? A Pink jabot? Your killing me Lu, straight up killing me here lil' bro! Side note, is this the first time in canon Luffy has worn a suit jacket or is it the only time I've noticed? Cos DAMM!! Shits sick as fuck and I actually love that when wearing a suit jacket as such he always keep short on 😆

Spa Island, Z's Ambition & Strong World: WHOS READY FOR A RELAXING SUNNY DAAAYY!? (pun not intended but very much enjoyed) I actually adore the fact Luffy still tries to go swimming cos it was his favourite thing to do as a kid so like fuck Luffy is gonna give up on that. He's got his safety measures ready, what more do you want from him? I mean I personally want him not to swim with his hat on cos it's litrally Staw and that's not good for water but anyway Z's Ambition, am I right!? The top is so fucking cute and I just noticed those shorts are also ✨designer✨ fancy man!! Now, the pic of Zoro is the one I missed out before and it's also from Z's Ambition. I love that Luffy has the shark top but Zoro has the ocean shorts. I really love Zoro in this purple cos and thick white stripes really work with the ocean waves. It's really well put together and hes got dark brown sandels on to off set all the white but keep the purple from being a stand out color, it's cool! Than the last Luffy looks like he's at a fashion show. It looks like the shorts come from a kids set the shark top belongs to. Imagine those together, it'd be so cute. However, it isn't an ocean patten, those are clouds cos Nami has a bikini top with the same pattern in Skypiea and it's actually one of my favourites for her.

Boss Luffy Historical Special! This filler AU is so much fun, I think any it a lot. He has his hair up in that super cute and useless way that doesn't actually do much but I do have my hair like that a lot n it's just... nice? Idk, it's strange buy I like he did that. I really enjoy his Kimono more that the actual Wano one cos it's a lot more simple look. The Sai being tucked in in that way is also cool but kinda makes it look like it's stabbing him a bit 👁️👄👁️. I like the pin strips being like a faded purpleish cos if you just glance at it, it makes it look it fuzzy. The belt also looks very nice with the middle ligter bit. It really feels like the Wano one was inspired by this is a way cos of the color matches. Like, it's probably not but still.

3D2Y, Adventure of Nebulandia 😍 & Heart of Gold: Hat-less Luffy is both a sin and a blessing. Regardless, I LOVE OP BOYS IN HOODIES!! I had to show you this specific the 3D2Y because we don't see the hood and it's soooo cute cos it a paw 😍 but also 😬 cos it's like... Kuma's paw the thing that cause 3D2Y in the first place. But that's also why it's so cool at the same time and AHHHHHH 😄 Now! On to Nebulandia! I really like this movie but also in canon, how does he have that jumper? Who made it for him and can I have one? It's Usopp flag design so I guess it could be him but he doesn't seem the type. Point is I want one. Last of this set is some really cosy outfits!! "How much fur?" "Yes" am I right? Like the first one is sooooo cosy with all the fur! Plus, a funky new bamboo hat, always a good thing to have a new hat. I appreciate that you can see the zips on these too. Then the orange turtle neck one with little fluffy bits is just here cos it's so out of his usual looks, I had to at least mention it.

Strong world & Film Z: The shorts on the first one are really cute cos it's a light rosey pink with red fur and just a plain solid dark blue colour jacket works really well. Not to mention the fact he has a super cute orange and yellow flight helmet hat with goggles on under the Staw hat. The 2 bag straps also make an X which is a nice detail. The 2nd outfits in this movie are super fuckin cool ngl. It's so strange to see them all dress in black and have guns but I like the red shirt for him with the yellow highlighted parts. Makes the Straw hat actually work with the outfit instead of ignoring it. Film Z brings us the same flight helmet hat just brighter and without the goggles but also opens with this T-Shirt and Luffy being silly with it. I think that's the only reason to mention it, it's funny. Then the obligation pirate outfit, always stunning plus the meat belt.

Film: Gold & Stampede (also used in Cidre Guild): these are my top 3 Luffy outfits no matter what else I see. I love the straw cowboy hat sooooo much cos it's very Luffy. I like the balls they has as a team to choose white for all of them, considering they are all quite messy people, living for that dad shirt and I like the Golden chain around his neck but am always confused as to why it was never used against him. Like dude could and should have tried to choke him at least once, right? Anyway, the dress! Now, the dress isn't actually that good but it's my favourite because it shows how Luffy has no fucks about gendered things. On to of that, a big pink flower is wonderful and look at his confidences in it, he's so proud of it the boom, Nami told him he can't wear it! Lastly, the Stampede outfit!!! Just like the Nebulandia jumper, I have no idea who made it but it's irrelevant cos it's beautiful and I want it so badly. I like that it's white and red stripes, gives thenprefect vibes for Stampedes opening. The shirt is actually too big for him, you can see on his arms but it's actually super cute. I love the simple look of these shorts then the fact his yellow belt is replaced with white bandages and the black on the kimono sandels are now red? It's such a simple pallet and it's truly the best!

I also just wanna add, I think it's really cute when Luffy has the Straw hat on his back just cos his hair is really cute. Idk why, it's looks kinda cursed but cute at the same time

This post took 2 weeks or so to make and we made listening to the complete BNHA soundtrack, film gold OST and Sonic generations vol.1

Sanji

Zoro

Nami

#one piece #monkey d luffy #monky d luffy #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy #luffy #one piece luffy #op art ref #art ref #art reference

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teenytinyapprentice · 3 years

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can you give me layton and luke headcanons? i need sone dad layton-

You know despite thinking about these two all the time the moment I’m asked for specific thoughts on them I’m like UHHH.. UHHghguh thheeyy.. theyre frrien;dds;ds... thweyy love e ac;;hother;; SOOOO;OO MUChhghgh.... THeyRE BESTFRIen;dss;; BEALSe,..... FBDSJFKS BUT DEspite that.. here’s a headcanon dump under the cut of whatever came to mind dskjfh sorry if I am repeating myself haha

Layton didn’t actually think about the reality of what he agreed to when Luke became his “apprentice”… mostly that he didnt think to clear room for him until he was actually in his office and Hershel awkwardly had to move a bunch of books and papers for Luke to be able to sit and have space. He hasn’t actually interacted with kids as young as Luke on a consistent basis until this point so at the start there’s a lot of “oh yeah kids need xyz”. Emmy was a big help with this as she did NOT take kindly so having babysitting duties somehow become a part of her assistant work (not that she doesn’t love Luke!) and makes sure the Prof knows he better step up and do what he promised when he agreed to let Luke tag along! Which led to him stocking up on snacks, keeping more child friendly books/activities around, making sure things Luke would need were actually within reach and of course just making sure there was space carved out for him in his office. This bleeds out into his actual home as well - when he’s caught unprepared for Luke to spend the night and he ends up just shoving books and papers off his bed so Luke has room to sleep too. After the six months or so he’s much better prepared and turned his “guest room” back into a guest room instead of storage space for all his Stuff. And no, Hershel will never learn his lesson with this. Every kid he adopts he will have a mad scramble because he’s like Oh Shit! Gotta have ROOM for the kids I take in sadkjhfsdfb

Building off that last one - Luke is pretty anxious about being useful when he first started being Layton’s apprentice. Hershel saw this more as he enjoyed Luke’s company and he was happy to have him around and teach him what he could, but Luke took it very seriously. He was rushing around cleaning, organizing and dogging the Professor’s every step for a bit. Takes some assurance that he’s not going to like, not be allowed to come over if there’s nothing to do that day... but he does eventually hit a much smoother helping and just hanging out balance

Hershel has a “teacher voice” that he almost never uses outside of class, but occasionally slips out - but it absolutely always catches Luke off guard. Like oh right! You’re a teacher… almost forgot. ESPECIALLY effective if Luke is making trouble, that gets him looking real sheepish real fast...

Luke didn’t like tea until the Professor started making it for him. He’d only ever tried more herbal or black teas before but Hershel made an educated guess that sweeter, fruitier teas would appeal and bought those instead. Luke took his duty of learning to make tea Properly very seriously, practicing at home and tossing quite a few pots right in the trash after Hershel tries to be polite but he couldnt quite grimace his way through the first batch Luke tried to make…

Luke keeps a lot of stuffed animals and they end up kind of everywhere… you can find a teddy bear in his office, pretty much every room of the house, the laytonmobile… other professor’s have found teddies in lecture halls much to their initial confusion..

Building off the last one - Luke quickly becomes known around Gressenheller. Lots of other faculty and students start to recognize him and Luke’s made a few friends - sometimes even sits in on Hershel’s lectures and takes very dutiful notes (and teddies get returned directly to Layton’s office with a smile and gentle reminder to let his boy know he should keep an eye on his things lest they get lost!)

Luke really isn’t a fan of mess, so Hershel’s disorganized office and living space drive him a little nuts. He cleans up after him constantly despite Hershel assuring him it isn’t necessary! Really! - They do at least come to ONE agreement that Hershel can ONLY stack books on the floor if they’re NO TALLER than Luke himself after a stack topples over on him one time…. (and Luke will continue cleaning up after him well until adulthood, chiding him all the while. It’s a point of contention.)

Piggyback rides are a 50/50 success rate because of Hershel’s hat… if Luke isn’t asleep with his head down on his shoulder he’s usually got a hand on the brim so he doesn’t accidentally knock it over craning his neck to see something past it. and he is absolutely NOT allowed to eat anything while he’s up there.

Hershel teaches Luke how to tie his ties and bowties… sooomeetimmess Luke feigns forgetting how to do it because he just thinks it looks much better when the Professor ties it for him. Layton knows better but indulges him anyways.

Luke is a total baby when he gets sick. He hates being sick and gets really grumpy and fussy… despite knowing its mostly just theatrics Hershel still privately gets pretty worried whenever Luke’s feeling ill. On the other hand it’s basically impossible to get Layton to rest when he’s unwell. Luke basically has to bully him to do more than just drink herbal teas and actually Take Medicine and Take A Nap. If HE has to take the nasty cough syrup then so do YOU!

Both of them have spells of sleeping rather poorly... (they’re bound to have nightmares after some of the stuff they’ve been through). It becomes a bit of a late night ritual to meet up in the kitchen for some tea, snacks and conversation until they’re able to get some sleep. This continues on for the rest of the puzzle family and somehow every so often, everyone is up at 3am for tea and cookies and its very pleasant...

#sunnquy-lavendrr #long post #teenytinytalks

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toomanyfandoms02 · 4 years

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The Photographer // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

So I made a one-shot based off of the picture down here!

Word count ~ 3.1k

Summary - y/n is a celebrity photographer, and Matthew's birthday is coming up. This calls for a birthday shoot.

Ever since I was in sixth grade, I dreamed of being a photographer. But back then, I was just taking candid pictures of my cat (Peanut Butter), and random flowers that my mom had graciously planted for me. I really never planned on taking nice, professional pictures of people.

But here I was.

I went to 'California College of Arts' in San Francisco for 4 years. After that, I had a bit of trouble getting myself out there. I had a decent following on my instagram. People liked the pictures of my dog, and the pictures of nature that I took on my many travels. But likes and follows don't get you money, at least not enough. So I switched my focus onto more interesting things.

Advertising yourself as a photographer wasn't an easy task. You had to be ruthless, and be willing to get rejected and not back down. So I did what any semi-sane person would do.

I messaged over 50 celebrities asking of they wanted to do a shoot with me. I sent them my prices, and what kinds of shoots I was willing to do. I didn't have much hope for it, but it was worth a try.

And that's where it began.

Out of all of the messages, Andrew Lincoln, AKA Rick from The Walking Dead messaged me back.

*Hello Miss y/l/n! I've actually seen quite a few of your nature shots and I have always wondered how your photos would turn out with people. I would love to be your Guinea Pig.*

He sent me days he was available and I did his shoot. After posting his pictures, my popularity shot from there.

That was a few years ago, I was now taking photos for multiple celebrities. I was ultimately known for my black and white shoots. I had, in fact, just gotten done with a shoot of A.J. Cook. She had requested *me* to take her pictures for an up and coming article that was being written about her. I, of course, gratefully said yes, being a huge fan of hers, along with the whole Criminal Minds cast.

I emailed her all of the pictures I had taken, edited and all, while simultaneously posting them on my instagram.

It was mere hours later before a notification popped up on my phone of an email that I could not believe. Theres no way that he was emailing me, right?

*You have an Email from Matthew Gray Gubler*

*Hi there! I saw your shoot on AJ's instagram and my birthday is coming up. My manager wants me to do a birthday shoot, and we both like your black and white style. I know it's not usually the kind of thing you, birthdays, do but I figured it was worth a shot, and I think you have some real talent. Let me know when you are free next. I am on a break so my schedule is relatively flexible.*

I could safely say that it was a good thing that I lived alone because I don't think I have ever screamed louder into a pillow. Matthew has been one of my favorite celebrities for the longest time. If we were going to be completely honest, once I started watching Criminal Minds, I immediately had a crush on him. This wasn't exactly the profession to be in if you were going to have a celebrity crush. I was often invited to red carpets and movie premiers, so I met quite a few stars. I never thought I would have to worry about slipping up on my professionalism.

Because I never thought I would even meet him.

My obvious answer to his request was yes. I would never *ever* miss an opportunity to have a photoshoot with someone so inspiring and meaningful to me. So I started writing an email back.

*Hi Matthew!*

Should I address him like that? Is that unprofessional?

*Hi Mr. Gubler*

Abso-fucking-lutely not.

*Hi Matthew!* We are gonna stick with that. *I don't know if this is too short of a notice, but I actually have a free spot tomorrow. (Of course if that doesn't work for you, I can figure something out for later, and try to fit it in before your birthday). I have a few ideas for props that I can send you? Let me know how I can help.*

I sent it and ran my hands through my hair, tossing my phone back onto my comforter. I had taken pictures of so many awesome celebrities:

• Selena Gomez

• Robert Downey Jr.

• Dylan O'Brien

• Grant Gustin

• Holland Roden

• Danai Gurira

But this was by far the coolest one, in my mind at least.

While waiting a little to anxiously for a reply, I decided I was going to make myself some lunch, Ramen. I set my phone on the counter as I boiled my noodles, peering over at the blank screen every few seconds (but really they felt like **minutes**).

Just as I was adding the flavour packet to the bowl my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly, spilling part of the packet out of the bowl.

"Damnit." I quickly wiped the salt into the trash can and snatched my phone, seeing another email.

*Tomorrow is actually perfect, and I would love to hear your recommendations on props, clothes, anything really. I'm going to leave my number on this email so we can have easier contact of that's okay with you.*

Wow, alright. I will now have Matthew Gray Gublers number in my phone. I made a contact for him.

**It's y/n, soooo for props. I figured I could bake you a cake! I took a few baking electives in college so I could make a really nice one and we can do something with it. I recommend you bring clothes you like to wear that are black and white. (Other colors work too, but it just looks and flows better if it's black and white). I will set the rest of the stuff up. I will be ready for you by 1 pm if that's okay.**

*You would bake me a cake?! That would be super cool thank you! I would love that. I will bring a few black and white outfits. Would it be weird if I brought a black and white Kimono?*

A chance to see Matthew in a kimono? Please yes.

**Oh my gosh please do. I would love to take pictures of you in an infamous kimono of yours.**

*Awesome! I will see you tomorrow at 1. Heres my managers info for you to sell the billing to.*

He attatched his managers email. I just sat at my kitchens island, smiling like a true dork at my phone.

**And here is my address, I run the studio at my house. What is your favorite cake and icing by the way? :)**

Was a smiley face unprofessional?

I need to chill out.

*Vanilla cake and chocolate frosting possibly? I will eat anything though probably. :)*

Now I was really smiling at my phone like a psycho idiot.

**Alrighty, see you tomorrow**

Since I didn't want to wake up too early tomorrow, I decided I was going to start the cake tonight. I had quite a few recipes held in my cabinets. I located my vanilla cake recipe and put my pre-made chocolate frosting on the counter.

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After about an hour of preparing, making a cake from scratch, and putting it in the oven. The cake was finally done and cooled. I added black cocoa to the frosting to make it completely black and got out my white gel.

*You made it 3 decades :)*

Was scrawled in calligraphy on the top of the cylindrical cake. I added white drips down the sides and white multi shaped sprinkles to the bottom part.

I set it in my fridge and got ready for bed. I know it's going to be hard to sleep just thinking about tomorrow.

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My alarm woke me up at 10 am, never before this had I woke up with a smile on my face before 12.

I took a quick shower and dressed in a white and blue floral romper with my hair in a high ponytail. Now it was time to set up backgrounds for the shoot.

I had two stations downstairs where I took all my photos. I set the first one up very normal with a white background and a rustic black stool. The second one was set up with another white background but littered with black streamers and big *30* black and white speckled balloons strung at the top.

Once I was done with all that. It was nearing 1. I slipped the cake out of the fridge and slid it onto my island. I glanced up at the clock above my stove.

*12:49*

Since I just had a little bit of time, I went a put some simple makeup on. I usually don't wear makeup when taking pictures of people, but for obvious reasons, I was making an exception.

Just as I was leaving my bathroom I heard a knock at my door. I walked swiftly to my door and opened it shakily.

"Hi!" He held up the clothes that were hung lazily over his arm. He smiled that million dollar smile and I could have sworn he looked me up and down.

Wishful thinking I guess.

"Welcome!" I stepped out of the doorway, silently inviting him in. "If you wanna set your stuff down, those stairs to the right lead you down the the studio."

"Thanks." He scurried down the stairs as I grabbed the cake and followed him down. I set it on a table that I had down there, he peered over at it and immediately burst into fits of laughter.

"I knew you had a sense of humor, so why put something normal and boring on the cake." I laughed with him as he tried to catch his breath.

"This is so perfect." He laughed a little more. "Thank you, so much." I shrugged with a smile. I posed him in front of the streamers with the cake.

He made some silly faces and smiled like there was no tomorrow. Next I brought him to the more plain station, sitting him on the stool. I looked through the lenses of the camera and glared a bit.

"Hey can you put your left leg up on the second peg of the stool?" I asked, pointing to his leg.

"This one?" He put it on the third. I shook my head. "This one?" He moved it down the the fourth. He was smiling a sly smile, seemingly challenging me.

"Let me do it for you." I had to pose people often, but posing him was going to be a little harder for me, considering I found him painfully attractive.

I moved his leg up to the second one and patted it.

"Now leave it there, so I don't have to help you again." I giggled, walking back to my camera. Taking a picture of him leaning forward on the stool and smiling. I then made him laugh and got a good genuine one of him leaning back and laughing. After all that, I proposed that we eat some cake and took a break.

I cut him a slice and handed it to him with a smile.

"So, tell me about yourself." He said, eating a bite of his cake.

"Well, I have always enjoyed photography. I love all types of art, so I also draw and paint often. And I have a black cat upstairs. His name is-" and I stopped, blood rushing to my cheeks. He is most certainly going to ask me the name, and I do not want to tell him.

He stared at me expectantly. "What is his name?" He motioned me to go on.

"Uh," I laughed a little awkwardly, setting my hands in my lap and staring at them. "His name is Spencer. As in Spencer Reid..." I glanced up at him and saw a huge grin break out on his face.

"So you like Criminal Minds? I never would have guessed. You just don't seem the type."

"Well all my memorabilia is in my room, just so people don't think I'm weird for having quite a few framed and signed posters." I smiled up at him, pushing around the remaining cake crumbs on my plate.

"One, That's not weird, that's awesome. Two, can I please meet Spencer and take pictures with him in my kimono."

I don't think I have ever heard a better sentence in my entire life.

"Yes, absolutely! I'll go get him." I clunked up the stairs on my search to find Spencer. I went to his usual spot first, my bed. Luckily he was sitting there, licking his outstretched foot. "Hi baby! You are about to take pictures with the guy you are named after. He almost as cute as you!" I grabbed him from the bed an headed back downstairs. I walked in with the accidental impeccable timing to see Matthew in his barely tied kimono, showing off his chest. My eyes widened a bit and he tied it off fully.

"Is this the famous Spencer?! He is so cute!" He reached his arms out at Spencer. My little fluff ball curled up into him instantly, cuddling into his silky kimono.

We took many many pictures of Spencer and Matthew together. I think maybe my cat likes him more than he likes me now.

"Okay, last idea. How about we just take some more up close pictures of me feeding you some cake?" It came put as a question because I didn't know how comfortable he would be with it.

"Perfect!" I cut another slice of the cake and brought it over to him. We were both sitting on the floor.

"This might be a little awkward, okay?" I giggled as I leaned back to get his whole face in the shot. This proved to be very difficult as I was using my left hand to take the picture. I fed him the cake with the right as he looked at the camera with a more seductive look. I could have melted into the floor.

I decided to switch hands so I could take the photos better, but now my very uncoordinated hand was the one picking up the cake. As I went down to get another section of the cake for another angle of feeding this sculpture of a man, I instead dipped my thumb right into the deep black frosting.

"Shit, I'm so sorry hold on." As I went to stand up and grab a napkin to wipe my thumb off, Matthew grabbed my wrist lightly.

"Hold on, uh, I have an idea, before you do anything." I sat down with a confused look. "I saw someone do this in another shoot. But we totally don't have to do it. I just thought it would be a different idea." His words were more rushed than usual.

"I'm sure I've done weirder things for other shoots, don't worry. It's *your* shoot." I reassured him, though my head was swimming wondering what he was going to do.

"Ok. So. What I'm going to do is put your thumb in my mouth, and I'm basically gonna, uh, suck on it while kinda smiling?" He could barely get through the whole thing without laughing.

"Alright, weird request but I like it!" I giggled for what seemed like the 30th time today. "And to make you feel better, yes, I have done weirder."

"Thank God."

"So I am guessing you want me to do something like this with the rest of my hand, ya know, the part that's not in your mouth." I stated as I placed my hand on his cheek. He let a slow breath out, staring into my eyes.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay." I said with a shrug, grabbing my camera from the ground. He opened his mouth with an all too familiar wide grin as I placed my thumb in. His mouth closed around it and he smiled, just a little. I brought my camera to my face, capturing the moment that I would have forever in my mind and in a small frame on my bedroom wall, for sure.

I slipped my thumb from his mouth and watched as his face turned extremely red. To save him embarrassment, I immediately stood up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the rest of the frosting off.

"Can I see it?" He motioned to the camera. I nodded, sitting down right beside him, showing him the picture. It showed off a closer look at the rose tattoos I had near my wrists and the shiny watch that was gifted to me by my mom. "It turned out good! I really hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"Oh no! Of course not. Total opposite." As soon as I said that I regretted it.

"So that made you extremely comfortable?" A sly smile was making it's way onto his face.

"That's, that's not- You know what? Sure, yes." I chuckled. "You don't really make me uncomfortable at all to be honest. So no, you didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Well I'm glad." He smiled and we sat in silence for a moment.

"Well I guess that's it yeah?" He nodded. "Well this was fun. Thanks for being an excellent subject to take pictures of."

He gathered his stuff as we went back upstairs. Once at the door, Spencer came up to him, rubbing on his leg. He bent over to pet him.

"So, I'm not sure if you are single or not." I could feel the blood draining from my face. Was this really happening right now? "But I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date?"

Yes, this was happening right now.

"Really?" I could tell I sounded extremely excited, but at this point, I didn't even care.

"Yeah, you are super laid back, funny, talented, and you aren't scared away by how weird I am." He laughed, "So yes?"

"I would absolutely love to."

"Great. I'll text you." He winked and waved as he closed the door, leaving.

My back went against the door. I couldn't keep in the squeal so I just embraced it and squealed my heart out, doing a little dance.

Which was quickly ended when I heard a knock at the door.

"I'm sorry, I want to get to know you better immediately." He let out a nervous chuckle. "Are you free for the rest of the day?" I was sure that my face was red as a tomato.

"Yes I am." He grabbed my hand, dragging me outside.

"Then let's go."

#mgg #criminal minds #spencer reid #criminal minds fic #matthew gray gubler #matthewgraygubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #MGG #mgg x reader #mgg fic #mgg fanfiction

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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No Moving

Kanene’s note: One year ago I threw a surprise party (very small and cozy) in my house and, after some hours, one of mah friends suggested we played some old games from our childhood and I remember my first thought was “Hey, no. We’re not children anymore.” but I said nothing because that sounded a lot like what society would want me to say. We played. And that was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Good enough to give me inspiration for this fanfic. With a lot of chaos and dorky sides and chaos and tickles!!! So I'm giving this to myself as a gift, because, ya know... S e r o t o n i n! Soooo, the lesson? Idk. Be feral, do chaos, play and f**k the society, I guess. Happy day for us all!!! :DD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!! ^w^)b

* This is Ler!Roman and Ler!Virgil with Lee!Logan and Lee!Patton. Around 3.700 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Eu vou traduzir ainda ;w;. Thank you so so so much for being with me through all this crazy and difficult year. It’s been a bless to have all of you in my notes, my askys, and my notifications! Take care of yourself, lollipop, you deserve. <33

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It was a sunny day. The heat from the biggest star of our solar system being placated by a relaxing wind incessantly throwing the napkins from the so careful, yet messy – as if this wasn’t a tradition the quartet repeated affectionately every single year – decorated table. The friends positioned themselves around it. The surprise party’s rush being already over after all their screaming, singing, eating and bickering, leaving the four to lazily chat or stare the breeze carrying lonely flowers around Virgil’s – the one who offered his house as a sacrifice to the chaos - yard, making them float in the air for some seconds before forgetting them on the dirt again.

Virgil snored softly from the spot he conquered on the tabletop, taking a peaceful nap. Patton was saying, in the fastest pattern he could muster, all the dad jokes his brain managed to think only to see how much time Logan would continue to give him the silent treatment before finally – and figuratively, the owner of the only brain cell of their group would say if he heard this narrative, - exploded and Roman?

Well, Roman was bored.

“I HAVE AN IDEA!!”

Then he slammed his hands on the top of the wooden object, successfully scaring Virgil out of it and of his sleeping – leading the poor adult to fall. Not before kicking a cup in Roman’s direction, his moves being weakened enough by his fogged brain so he missed it and hit Roman’s carefully manicured hands, instead, – at the same Patton, by reflex, slapped the two poor persons who had the bad luck of sitting next to him. He gathered the perfect timing to interrupt Logan’s scared jump by his confused ‘Why did- why- Why did you hit ME?’ sputtering.

“Ow.” The one in red shirt held protectively his arm and hand next to his chest, protesting with his usual offended noises as analyzed the light red spots on them and purposely ignored the ‘What the FUCK, Princey??’ shouted by the host. “Ow. O-w. Are you guys seriously going to hit me every time I try to make your poor lifes better, your barbarians? You know what? I am offended. Your peasants. I am going to get my dear Amanda the katana and then I am- I am out.”

Logan deadpanned in his direction, lifting one of his eyebrows in his disbelief expression as the other didn’t give a single step to the exit. He did his best to maintain the façade as Patton fuzzed over him, hugging and apologizing and hugging and softly petting his head and offering cake before gasping and turning around to fuzz now over Roman. “… Okay. I am taking Patton with me.”

“Over my dead, haunted body.” Virgil quickly proclaimed before his tune got slurred, very much likely still sleepy. “I saw…” He balanced his hands in front of him, eyes wide and hair spiked, very much reminding of a scared cat. “I saw the angel of death, in all his tall dark, cold aura. In front of me. He was right before me, full of-” He moved his hands more, as if that compensated for his lack of words. “Emo.”

“…Thanatos?” Logan pointed.

“Yeah, yeah. That guy.” Virgil came back to his initial position laying down on the cold surface, yawing. “Totally emo.”

“Actually, when he was created-”

“Excuse me. Focus, focus!” The one who initiated the commotion snapped his fingers until all the eyes were fixated on him, glares traveling from interested to unimpressed. “My brilliant idea? That will light up this party and hearts? Drum the drums!” Silence. He turned to Patton, who was staring at a cute butterfly mindless flying around. “Patton! The drums!” The one wearing black rims seemed to come back to reality, drumming his fingers on the table. “Very well!” Roman spun, extending the suspense. Logan came back to scrolling on his phone, Virgil getting closer to take a look, both hiding a smirk when heard the pout in Roman’s tune. “You’re all jerks and boring. Let’s play S.T.O.P!”

That caught their attention.

“Roman, you are…” Logan talked slowly, as if trying to make his words as clear as possible, “aware that we’re adults now, right?”

“Aw, come on, guys!” Patton jolted upright. “Sounds fun! And I think Virgil’s yard is bigger enough to make it even better than when we played in middle school!”

“Exactly! And it was one of your favorites games when you were younger, remember, Specs? I think it’s a good way to celebrate that special date which is your birthday!” Logan scoffed at that, albeit his mind was somewhere else.

Roman wasn’t wrong, he really used to love this game, especially because he was good at it. His love for sports was often ignored by most of his classmates because of his good grades – Logan never understood why one thing would exclude other – therefore he was constantly forgotten in the team or even underestimated. Two things extremely crucial in a game like this. Roman noticed his contemplating face. “I mean, except you are afraid of losing. Again.”

“I did not lose! Kyle fell on me and he was the only one supposed to be out and not both of us and you. Know. It!”

“No, no, no! Claire said you were the one who tripped on your way and then YOU fell on Kyle-”

“That is nonsense! If Claire had stopped just one second her Dance of Victory, she would be able to see that, by the angle we both were on the ground there was no way I would be able to-”

“Oh, plu-e-ase. You are just a sore los-”

“What is this game?” Virgil questioned Patton, both letting the bickering fall on the background, who smiled widely, his gaze unfocusing a bit, probably watching some old memories of his childhood.

“It is a very simple but fun game!! One person stays next to a wall and, oh! We call him the Looker by the way! Or even some large thing and the others players stay the most away from him as possible. The person next to the wall has to count until a certain number of his choice and while he is counting everyone is free to wander around the place until he turns around, then every player has to freeze on the same spot and position they were. If you move and the Looker catches you, you’re out. You win if you touch the wall where he was. You can do everything you want as long the Looker is not staring at you.

“There was that one kid who managed to win the game by climbing a tree until he was close enough to jump from it and run to the wall before the Looker shouted he was out.” The one wearing two party hats as ‘cat hears’ stopped to breath. “Ah! Ah! Also! If you’re out you can choose to just watch the game or become the Looker’s partner and try to help him. Roman and Logan used to be the worst ever when together.” He giggled, sounding a bit hysteric.

“Hm. I think they used to call this ‘10 Seconds’ in my school, since you could count only further than 10 seconds.” Virgil then frowned. “Wait, why were they the worst?”

“Uhh, so, you see, the Lookers can use some… attics to try to make you move. Logan and Roman usually choose to-”

“I do NOT wish to participate.” Logan stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. Roman sighed.

“Well, you do you.” Roman then traveled his glare to the others two. “Are you guys coming? I’m the Looker.”

“I’m in!!” Patton excitedly got up, joggling his way to the yard, casting a slightly worried look at Logan, who was adjusting his chair in order to have a better view of the game. Virgil shrugged, taking off his hoodie and following them, quickly throwing a ‘You ok?’ as he passed next to the most professional of the group.

“Yes.” He deeply breathed, sounding calmer. “Yes, I am.” And then give him a bite of a smile.

Roman positioned himself before the colorful three foot tall concrete tunnel forgotten there by the last owner, barely catching with the corner of his field view his two friends whispering something to each other, the one wearing two party hats snickering behind his hand, bouncing as also choose a good position far away from him, who tried to not think much about what he just presented. A suspicious feeling crawled the back of his neck.

“Go.” Logan pronounced.

“Oneeeee, twooo, three, fourfivesixseveneight,” Roman turned away from them, counting in a tune just above a whisper. Patton and Virgil exchanged glances.

When he got at twenty, he turned.

Only to find Virgil laid on the grass, his arm extended to point something in the sky, Patton crouched by his side, his face firm in a puzzled expression staring in the same direction, hand above his eyes to block the Sun. Roman frowned in confusion, the curiosity tickling the back of his brain until he succumbed to it, also looking at the sky to - surprise, surprise! – find absolutely nothing!

By the time he stared at them again Patton now was in front of Virgil, both making what seemed like a very horrible parody of The Creation of Adam painting. Roman got closer, managing to clearly see the smug smile on Virgil’s face and Patton wobbly lips, very much likely holding laughter. He crossed his arms, staying stubbornly for some seconds before giving up, seeing that none of them moved a single millimeter.

“You two are so funny.” Roman rolled his eyes, sarcasm dropping from each word. Logan snorted.

This time the Looker counted at only fifteen seconds.

This time Patton was in Virgil’s arms when he turned, one leg suspended dramatically in the air. The third time Roman growled loudly as Virgil was on one knee, pretending to propose to Patton who was frozen in the middle of his faint. In the fourth he didn’t even have the chance to turn before two hands tased his sides, making his knees buckle but being held in the same place when a pair of arms that hugged him from behind, capturing the poor adult in a flow of high-pitched squeaks and surprised laughter at each squeeze and spidering deposited just above his hips.

Some minutes later soft snorts followed him to the ground when he was finally freed, flames running on his face and his arms firmly pressed at his sides, the ghost tickles leading to a sea of giggles dancing in the air.

“Enough.” Logan cut the moment, all the eyes on him when he got up, stretching and loosening his party tie. The Looker recomposed himself in order to sneak pokes and squeezes on the other two, who quickly dashed their way back to the yard. “You both clearly aren’t taking this seriously enough.” A dangerous gleam took over his eyes, staring intently to Roman, who instantly got the same kind of shine in his own glare, nodding in his direction. Both too much preoccupied to notice Virgil and Patton silently high fiving in the distance.

The game started again, now a very different electricity dancing in the air. Logan sensed an old feeling of nostalgia resting on his back as he analyzed the place and his opponents as things went by. Roman turned for at least three times – the perfect number for things to get really interesting, - before he decided to finally move from his place.

Silent steps, he went right to Patton. Logan breathed in relief, taking the opportunity to adjust his strategic position half behind the tree. Patton kept a pattern of switching from moving too fast in a round and then barely taking a step in the other, however, as Roman stopped before him, and for the way he soundless snickered as The Looker changed his target to Virgil, his weakness was still holding his laughter when stared for long periods of time.

Virgil was sitting on the grass. Again. A very good tactic when you tend to fidget or tremble a lot. He would stay in the same position for some rounds until in an explosion of energy dash forward when Roman wasn’t paying attention. The Looker crouched in front of him, his index finger pointing and almost touching his nose.

“You. I don’t trust you.”

And then there was Logan.

“You,” Roman stared in distance – not because of fear pffff of course not - Logan’s form half hidden by the foliage and trunk of the medium tree, his glass making his eyes gleam in a light even more enhanced due the shadow provided by the plant, the rest of his face being partially hidden because of his bangs falling on his features. “are fucking creepy. Stop.”

In the next round Patton gave everyone a heart attack when he screamed since he didn’t heard/saw Logan approaching his spot. Two more rounds. Virgil sneezed and lost his balance in a not very ideal mid-run position. Out.

“Oh, thank gracious, great goodness!! Come here, Knight Mare!! I have an idea!!” Virgil barely had time to stop swearing for losing before being recruited by Roman, who immediately began to whisper in his ear.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Patton asked, both being close enough for the question doesn’t need to be spoken above a murmur.

“Not a good thing for us both, I am sure.” In that moment The Lookers turned and a cold shiver ran Logan who, for the way Patton trembled, wasn’t the only one. Adrenaline started pulsing on his veins when they approached, although the birthday person had no idea of why. His old memories too much buried under newer ones for him to catch them.

“Nooohoho.” The cat lover whined and the fact Roman clearly saw that but did nothing to point it, his only reaction being to expand his grin, worsened Logan fears, a ray of recognition finally shining on his mind. That should be how karma feels.

“Look at you both, just standing right there, not being allowed to move an only single inch. What a sad fate, don’t you think, Princey?”

“Oh, absolutely, emo. A horrible, wondrous thing, indeed. But you know what that would be perfect for?” Roman now was just a few centimeters away, the infinitesimal distance being cut when he inclined forward, his breath tickling Patton’s – Poor Patton – ear. “Revenge. You know, Pattycake, Hot Topic here told me the previous attack on my amazing person was your idea. And now that I stop to think, what a wonderful idea, don’t you think, Pat-pat?”

Virgil pulled lightly Roman’s shoulder, sensing the other about to crack but yet having too much fun to end this all so early. “But not now. No touching, right?”

“Oh, right, right. Of course, no touching!” He wiggled his fingers, barely away from the poor target’s ribs, his cheeks already beginning to get pink from blush. “No touching, no touching, no touching, but, most important than anything else: no. moving.”

“Oh, yeah.” Virgil took the opportunity to walk around, stopping right behind Patton, who firmly closed his eyes, the smile he carried getting bigger. “Because the exact, very moment when you can’t take the teases anymore so you break and move?” He tsked. “Then all your protection will be over and you will be all helpless and vulnerable for us to tickle,” He almost purred the words, in the slowest way possible. “tickle, tickle, tickle for hours and hours. Can you imagine that, Popstar? Our fingers prodding and squeezing and tickling every single ticklish spot they find?”

“Ohoho.” Roman evil laughed. “Tickle spots? My Dear Imbalanced Romance, our pipsqueak here doesn’t have any tickle spots. He IS a tickle spot. Ah! I can almost hear his hysteric high-pitched squeaks and giggles! Such an adorable, beautiful, cute melody to my ears. Actually, I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop, Virgil. It’s just all too beautiful and intoxicating, you know?”

“Mm hm,” The other seemed to stop to think. Patton felt like he was going to melt at any moment. “Well, we could always just keep going forever.”

“Of course!” Roman again ignored the slight trembling of the cat lover’s chest, probably due all the giggles trapped there. “Don’t you think it will be wonderful and oh, so, so fun, cutiepants? Receiving all the tickles and nuzzles and raspberries and tickle hugs and tickly butterfly kisses forever and ever and ever? ~” He sing-song the last part.

“But,” Logan almost jumped in the same place, not even realizing how much keyed up he was before Virgil’s breath attacked the back of his defenseless neck. Suddenly all his nerves were hype-aware that he couldn’t turn around or run or even rub away the tingles. Goosebumps ran freely across his spine. “Let’s not forget about our so sensitive nerd here too, right?”

“Sure. Sensitive.” If he didn’t know Roman for all these years, Logan would almost swear he was the Cheshire cat, his smirk almost blocking Patton who hugged himself behind him, giggling quietly. “Because the serious, smart, professional Logan would never be ticklish, right? That is such a childish thing and he definitely, definitely outgrow it for now.”

“Yup. I am sure that, if we slowly and thoroughly spider our fingers all the way up from his sides to his armpits, being sure to give each and every rib a special attention since we don’t want to let anyone feeling left out, there will be no reaction.”

“Absolutely! No reaction at all! Not even if we squeeze the hollows of his hips, or scribble on his already quivering tummy, or massage his shoulder blades or lightly, almost not touching, scratch his armpits… It will be all in vain since our birthday boy is not ticklish.”

“Which means: No wheezy, frantic laughter.”

“Or sputtering among his squeals.”

“Or cute snorts. Don’t forget the snorts.”

“And what about when the snorts get mixed with his belly laughter?”

“Ohh, that is some good shit you have there.”

Logan was dying. He was fucking dying and the only thin line keeping him alive was his stubborn nature. He could already feel his barrier cracking and crumbling right before him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find both Lookers walking away back to the tunnels, not taking long before starting to count, this time out loud. The one with the, now freaking out, braincell began to snap his fingers non stop, trying to get away some of the built excited energy, some titters escaping from his lips during his happy stimming.

Roman and Virgil looked at each other and then the adorable scene right in front of them, deciding to have mercy and wait patiently for Logan and Patton – who yet didn’t stop giggling and hugging himself – to calm down.

(…)

One. Move.

And in the next second, they both were tackled on the ground.

“No, no, no!!! No!!” Patton was already giggling, trying to run from Roman’s firm hug, attacking with squeezes and scribbles in every spot he succeeded to research on the Looker as he also tried to escape from his friends’ hands attempting to hold him in the same place. “Wait, wait!” He cried, barely catching a glimpse of Logan’s trashing before an idea popped in his mind. “If we all gang up on Logan, I will tell about his secret tickle spot!!”

“Patton!!” Logan’s protest came out difficulty between his tight grin due his constant effort in trying to buckle Virgil from him, both struggling to immobilize the other and playfully rolling in the grass. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Pffft.” Roman said, a happy cry following his sentence when he finally managed to hold one of Patton’s hands, intertwining their fingers so the cat lover wouldn’t try to pry it away. “Nonsense, I know his tickle spots.”

“Not all of them. ~”

“Patton, I am to going not figuratively end you. Get OFF, Virgil-”

“In your dreams.” He crackled. “Also, Patton, I’m listening.”

“Virgil! Don’t align with the enemy! And, of course I know all of them!”

“Even the one…”

“Patton, no! Stop!” Roman even if concentrated in tickling Patton’s knee so he could sit on his legs, got the slight tremble in Logan's voice, his curiosity one more time starting to take over his brain.

“Sorrey, sorrey, Lo! You know I love you but-”

“Patton, please.” Logan almost smiled as he fought his way to hug and trap Virgil from behind, but losing his balance as the other quickly turned and delivered a raspberry on his neck and quick squeezes on his left thigh. “dON’T!! I-I am going to bakeEEK - Fuck! - you a whole batch of cookies if you don’t tell them!”

Roman caught in the offer, his curiosity immediately perking up, answering in a bat:

“I’m going to tickle you both to pieces if you don’t tell us now.”

“Sorrey, Logan,” Patton tried to sound apologetic, but his excited smile made this task more difficult. “it’s you or me.”

“I’m going to tell them about your calves!” Logan threatened at the same time Patton said “It’s his lower back!”

“TRAITOR!” Both also shouted in synchrony. In a blink of eye Roman let Patton go and helped Virgil to make the most serious one of the group lay down on his stomach.

“I despise you all.” The aforementioned pronounced.

“Aww. Come on.” Virgil lowered, searching the other’s eyes, grinning. “Aren’t you enjoying the view?”

“400.000 years of evolution for humanity to become this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You know, talking like this makes me think you don’t want us to give you your so dearly craved birthday tickles, Pocket Protector!”

The three of them stared at the other, looking carefully for any slight indication that Logan was truly uncomfortable with the situation, receiving as response only a scoff, the blush painting his face as a whispered mumble flew from his mouth.

“You’re so cute!” Patton squealed, giving a light tickly kiss on the back of his neck, leading the attacked to suppress a small giggle which progressively got louder as the cat lover tickled his armpits, Roman and Virgil seeing unfazed by Logan’s squirming. “Okay, okay. You have to tickle his lower back but starting with reeeeeally slow scratches at his sides before speeding it to the fastest scribbling you can muster as you move to his spine!”

Logan hid his hot face behind his hands, the yelps and snorts already escaping between his fingers. He was, objectively, going to love every single second of this.

#Ler!Roman #Ler!Virgil #Lee!Logan #Lee!Patton #brief Lee!Roman & Ler!Virgil/Patton #Teases #Teasy cute nicknames #playful tickles #Sanders Sides tickles #Happy stimming #Sanders Sides tickling #tickle fic #Logan playing is inspirated in one friend of mine who is adorable until he starts to play then he becomes a fucking thing #out of a fucking horror movie #If he got too much close of me I would scream and I'm not kidding. He was terrifying and he loved this xD #Ohhh so that is how writing a self indulgent fic feels like-#My first plan was to make a LAMP series with all their birthdays but life said 'no' and then I just worked with what I had and #being pretty honest??? I am so so so much proud of it.#Especially looking at my first tickle fic ever which I wrote around this same time last year #Btw when I used to play this at school light tickles and teases were allowed xDDD #EXTREMELY RARE but allowed xDD #Self care is writing ur self idulgent fic while listenning your fav nostalgic playlist

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tenacioussurrender · 3 years

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Hey. I was wondering what your writing process is like. I have been looking for new things to try because my old system hasn't been working for me this year. Thanks!

Hey!!

My writing process always starts with me having one single scene in mind. So for [SPOILER ALERT IF ANYONE HASN'T READ MY FICS AND WANT TO] Faded, I only knew the twist of what happened to Five in the apocalypse, I don't think I even knew how much Diego would be involved in the story at that point. In Disillusionment, I only knew that Five would betray Diego, that's it. So, generally, when it comes to the scenes my brain gifts me, they're usually the climax of the story.

Soooo to start off I use a dry erase board and I write the titles "first chapter", "climax", and "final chapter" leaving lots of space in between. I fill out the climax because it's all I know at this point and then I start asking myself "why did this happen" and "how can I lead up to this point" and slowly work backwards from the climax to the beginning (making sure if it's a twist like these two climaxes were, that I'm leaving behind hints in earlier chapters).

By now, I usually have a general list of what happens between the beginning and the climax, and if I already have an ending figured out, I have some in-between there as well.

I then make a folder in Google drive and I start making files with just a bunch of chapter names (including climax and end), doesn't matter if I end up using all of them or not and I start taking the list I wrote down on my dry erase and I split it up into tidbits of what I feel is reasonable for each chapter. In addition to this, I keep a list in Google docs of information, like if I have plot twists planned and I also will write down the motivations of the characters.

When it comes to the hardest part, the actual writing, the first chapter and climax always seem to come easiest to me. I've found that going ahead and writing a general draft for the climax really helps because I can piece together what happened to get to that point and what might happen after.

Despite the general timeline that I keep and despite the plans I have, often times they go awry for multiple reasons. For one, I rely A LOT on comments. I try to give readers time to comment because I can then kinda base what to keep going with according to their comments and sometimes I even change trajectories entirely if it seems like they're hoping for something specific. For example, when I was writing Faded and was a couple chapters in, I'd really planned on focusing entirely on Five and Diego and was gonna leave the other siblings out of the picture. That is, until I got questions on when the others would come in, because that showed me that the readers wanted that so I decided to add them.

In the same vein as that, when it comes to writing "filler" chapters I just let my writing take me where it wants to. For me, I find writing anything that isn't action-y or twisty takes so much more out of me, which unfortunately is a lot of the writing process. So for those chapters that are more on the boring side for me, I have to FORCE myself to write them. I will sit there and just write whatever comes to mind and I'll just keep writing until I feel I reach a natural end for a chapter and I've gotten atleast a little closer to the goal, the climax. Sometimes when I do this, the chapter ends up being trash but while writing it, I've brainstormed maybe a conversation or an action that I really like and then will base my rewrite of that chapter on making sure that happens.

After I feel the chapter is keeping the story headed in the right direction and it just generally feels right, I go through and edit it in the Google docs. I try to act out my writing as much as possible because I find that helps me to attempt to make conversations and actions feel more natural or realistic. After I've edited in Google, I then take it over to archive and do the preview and reread and edit again. After each edit process, I do a reread to try to catch anything I might have missed. Then lastly I upload it and do one final reread just in case I still happened to miss something.

After I've uploaded the chapter and it's still fresh in my mind, I try to take a look at the general idea I have planned for the next chapter and go ahead and write the beginning(maybe even just one sentence) so that when I come back to it, I can immediately start where I left off.

I don't know if this will help at all, I really hope it does!!! I've been writing since before I can remember (been writing fanfiction since I was like 12, so around 10 years) and Faded was the first multichapter fiction I've ever finished. So I have definitely struggled with the writing process and I think the most important thing I've found (and yet the hardest) is to just force myself to push through and write. ESPECIALLY if I have no idea where I'm going and especially if it seems like trash, because that trash is usually what ends up sparking an idea.

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muwi-translates · 4 years

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Collar x Malice キャラクターCD ミニドラマ「二人きりの湯煙譚」

Collar x Malice Okazaki Kei Character CD Mini Drama - A Hot Bath for the Two of Us

Spoiler free. Just a note that I used a Chinese translation as my main source, and did some light cross-referencing from the original audio. There might be some inaccuracies.

**Please don’t move this translation or claim it as your own.**

Since we’ve started dating, we’ve gone on countless dates. But usually they’re nothing more than spending a few hours with each other between work, and even if we get days off, we can only get together and laze around at home. She often says that it’s unhealthy for her. Even though it’s fun and soothing to just be able to spend time with her, it might be good to go on a proper date like lovers would.

Even I want to see her make all sorts of expressions, and I want to keep this girl that only I know all to myself. That’s why I went and asked Yoshinari-kun for advice without expecting much. And then--

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Ah, come look at this! They’re real open-air baths! So we’ll be able to get in whenever we want when we stay in this inn~ Since we’re already here, won’t do we go in right now?

Yup, together.

Eh? Do you really not want to? It’s true that there are different types of baths in the public area, but aren’t men and women separated?

I want to bathe with you.

Haha, your face is all red. Oh, you really are so cute. When I see you all shy like this, it’s unbearable for me in every sense.

Ah, why did you move so far away? I’m sorry, is it because I said it in a weird way? Then I won’t say it in such a roundabout way. I’ll say it more directly-- [she covers his mouth]

You’re so mean. It’ll be too late to wait for your approval, plus I just wanted to express my own opinions.

I’ve been looking forward to a hot spring trip with you for soooo long. It’s my first time going on a two-person trip, so I can’t help it if I feel a little excited about it. Aren’t you the same?

That’s good. So you were also looking forward to it?

Right, it wasn’t easy to find time for a vacation, it would be too wasteful if you didn’t do things you normally don’t do.

So let’s go into the bath together?

[Grabs hand] Well, it’s useless if you want to run. It’s just the two of us, so it doesn’t really matter. Since we’ve come out on a trip, we should make some memories, right?

Ah… is it okay to? I suggested it but I didn’t expect you to agree so easily.

You want to make some special memories as well?

That makes me so happy. Thank you. Well, come over when you’re ready.

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Ah! You’re finally here! I was just thinking about how lonely I felt just sitting here waiting for you. Come here quickly~ you’ll catch a cold. Okay, okay, I’ll behave and turn my back to you.

Are you ready? But, ah, we’re already lovers by now, so I’ve already seen a lot of you--[splash]

Sorry, sorry! Don’t get mad, hehe.

Haaa… it’s a little cramped but it’s comfortable. Besides, this is a turbid bath [1], so you wouldn’t be as embarrassed once you used it, right?

It’s good that you’re able to enjoy it.

But… why are you sitting so far away from me? I can’t see anything below your neck anyway so you can come closer to me.

Hm… if you won’t come over then I will. Hey, don’t run off. Are you really that embarrassed?

Look, you can’t escape anymore~

Hehe, it feels like I’m doing something bad. But you’re the one who decided to come here, right? I know I’m stubborn, but I’m really happy you’re willing to listen to my selfish requests. But if I tease you too much then it’ll be annoying, so I’ll be patient from now on.

Your hair looks really fresh done like that, it makes you look more mature than usual. You can only discover new things like this when you travel.

Eh? Don’t stare at me like that? That’s impossible, since you’re so cute~

It almost hurts to look at you.

Hey, can I touch you just a little?

No?

I’m not teasing you, it’s a sincere request. I won’t do anything strange… probably.

I won’t touch you then, how about you come and touch me? Here. You can touch anywhere you like.

You didn’t have to decline like that.

Aa~ah, I was so lonely being only one playing around. We're both busy at work, so it's hard to get a chance to travel like this, right? I feel like you’re farther away from me than usual when you’re relaxing at home. I don’t get enough of you at all.

Hm--!! Ouch… why did you pinch my cheeks?

Because I said you could touch me?

Haha, you listened to one of my selfish requests again.

I know, I’m sorry. The tension’s different when you’re staying at home and when you’re going out. Even if it’s the same for me, my heart starts pounding fast when I’m in a different environment than usual. I’m not lying, that’s why I’m excited. Even more than usual, I can’t keep down the feeling of how much I like you.

Hm? Your face is all red, are you okay?

It’s because I said something weird? Really? It was all stuff I actually feel though. That I like you, and how I think you’re so cute, and how much I want to touch you too.

Okay, okay! Calm down. If you get too rowdy then I’ll see everything~

[Laughs]

You’re all frozen up.

Alright, I won’t tease you anymore.

Being next you like this makes me feel warm but, at the same time I think this isn’t enough.

I want to be able to see your happy face, and I want you to worry about me sometimes. I don’t think you’ll be bothered too much by me though.

Don’t say it yourself? That’s true.

I’m glad I was able to take a bath with you. You wouldn’t do this with other people, right? It makes me happy knowing that this is just something special between you and me. Since I want you to spend more time with just me.

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Haah, it’s getting warm, should we get out soon?

Yup, I’m turning around.

It’s dinner time soon, right? It looks like they’ll bring it up to our room, how about we play some playing card games-- what was that just now? Hey, are you okay?

Sorry, I know you said I can’t look, but this is an emergency so forgive me.

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Ah, are you awake? That’s good. I think you soaked for too long. Are you feeling any dizziness or nausea? I brought some water back, do you want some?

Ah, don’t push yourself, I’ll help you.

I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I was the one who invited you in. I was so caught up in the mood that I didn’t notice your complexion. I’m such an idiot.

You know, from time to time, I think about how I won’t forgive anyone who hurts you, or how I said I’ll protect you from anything. But because of how much I want you and my own selfishness, am I going to be the one who’ll hurt you the most in the future?

Ouch-- “don’t decide that on your own”? It was your choice to stay with me?

You’re so… you’re too kind. Are you… mad?

Eh? You’re happy? Really?

But… I’ll reflect on myself properly.

I’m glad, that you can smile at me.

Hm? You didn’t bother me at all. I just carried you over here, wiped you down, put on your yukata-- Eh? “Did I see”? Ah… yeah, I couldn’t dry you without looking, ah, but I quickly dressed you, so I only saw a little.

I was only thinking about how I needed to save you then, so it’s not like I had time to think of any weird things.

It’s true! Haha, so this is what you’ll get mad at? So strange.

I know, I know, I’ll just pretend I didn’t see anything. Don’t get mad, okay?

Yes? Ah, it looks like dinner’s here. Are we eating now? Okay, I’ll let them prepare it.

Coming! I’ll open the door now.

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Haaah, I’m so full… It looks like you’re feeling better, that’s good. But don’t push yourself. It’s still too early to sleep right now, why don’t we try karaoke or go to the games area?

What do I want to do?

You already listened to my selfish request in the bath, so we should do something you want to do.

Haha, rather than say I’m being patient, it’s better to say that I’m reflecting on myself. I always said that we should have a proper date like a normal couple. Once in a while that’s-- oh? This isn’t like me? But…

… You want to… snuggle with me? Really?

Mm, even if you didn’t say it I can see it on your face. But, how do I say it… I feel guilty. Not just for letting you get overheated, but I worry you’ll get kidnapped by bad guys.

Of course, that bad guy would be me.

I think you have bad taste in men.

Haha, we’re both bound to each other, huh?

Then I don’t have to hold back.

I’ve been wanting to hold you like this.

You’re always looking after me. If this keeps going on, then I’ll become even more selfish. I was only looking towards the end not that long ago. For that to change, and for me to want you so much now surprised me too. I think you already know but, my heart is pretty narrow-minded. You look so cute in your yukata, I don’t want anyone else to see. It wasn’t easy to come here, but I kept thinking of these things.

It’s because you’re mine. The only one who can keep you all to themselves is me. But, since this is a two person trip, if there’s anything you want to do, don’t just bear it and just tell me. What do you want to do? What do you want me to do for you?

You said it before? I want to hear it again.

I really do want to make your wishes come true. So what kind of snuggling do you want to do?

I’ll listen to whatever you have to say. I’m yours too, after all.

Alright, I should close my eyes, right?

Is this okay? Next is--

[Kiss]

You cut me off.

Hey, is this all? Should I keep my eyes closed? I really want to see your face right now. I bet you’re making a really cute face.

If we’re taking turns, then it’s my turn next. Or, is it yours again? Any is fine with me. I’ll listen to any of your requests.

You’ll give me the honours? Are you sure you really want to?

You really are a kind, sly person.

[Kiss]

Since I have permission now, I won’t hold back. What I want now is to be connected to you more and more deeply. Can I?

Thank you.

I love you.

I’ll show you exactly how much I love you. So, show me how much you do too.

Not just tonight, but from now on until forever, no matter how many times it’ll take.

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Translator’s note: [1] turbid bath - mineral-rich water that has a milky look.

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scienceoftheidiot · 3 years

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So you know what it’s wednesday you’re getting an infodump on Desden’s blindness.

Beware. I’m a biologist. I’m a nerd. And I’m a teacher. You know what’s coming, right ?

I just reblogged an extremely interesting and great post about writing blind characters that I advise you to go and read now (I haven't finished yet) because it's just full of info and contrary to usual posts like that it's not guilt tripping or anything. I love this post and OP for this. However I've noticed there's a bunch of advices I don't follow myself and I felt like I could expand and why and how I think it's not a bad thing. Here's the first one : don’t make your character blind through an accident. Because drama.

So yeah. Desden lost his sight due to some kind of accident. Which is thoroughly described by a mysterious bystander’s flashback in chap.3. So that’s not a spoiler. But how can a brick through the head make you blind ?

Brain. Brains are evil. You know I got a PhD in biology : I am sad to admit I couldn’t go through with my love of neurology because it was competing with my love for bacteria and parasites that can kill you and happily live everywhere. Life’s though. No neuro for me, welcome to viral ecology (viruses are obligatory parasites, sue me). But not only can’t I help being a nerd... I have an uncle in my family who lost part of his vision from a brain haematoma (not due to trauma, but the result and how it works is the same). Who’s also a nerd. (And a PhD in physics cause like that’s what nerds do, right ?) And he explained in details how he lost his vision (and gained back some of it over time) to us.

If you cut blood supply to parts of the brain for long enough, this part will die. Logic. Head trauma can do that and more. So, what happened is that Desden’s visual cortex got cut from blood supply for a relatively long amount of time (he can thank the extremely cold weather of the day it happened, which makes your body turn into “low survival mode”, when the “accident” happened for 1) being still alive and 2) not losing more than most of his sight, some balance, and a bunch of memories). But the brain is a funny little thing and some times it does stuff (not going into the haematoma part, I’m not a doc, it’s long and not very relevant, but it has to be taken into account cause it’s what can make part of the lost sight reappear). So Desden was totally blind for a while, then his brain managed to get some of his sight back. Very little.

But what and how does he see ?

See, the brain is constructed so that the visual cortex’s position reflects the visual field you have, except in reverse. Sorry. I’m a teacher. I’m going to add a schema. But in French because I actually work with this (well. Nope. They changed the program but I have old program lessons lying around just in case) and I’m lazy today. Just look at the pretty colours. It shows you what I just explained very badly because I’m used to use schemas, but here’s what you need to understand.

SOOOO. Basically make most of the colour disappear except for a very small part of blue at the far right of the visual cortex. Meaning that in the end, what Desden can see is an extremely reduced part of peripheral vision. Try to fix your eyes on a point in front of you and describe what is at the far corner of your left eye. Good luck. (and let me tell you I know I have extremely good peripheral vision myself, it’s still composed by what your brain KNOWS is around. From seeing it with the other parts of your field of vision. Because your brain is constantly MAKING UP what you’re seeing from a lot of information including past ones when you didn’t even think about it but your eyes brushed that part. Your senses are fucked up. Deal with it. Your brain is playing tricks on you right now.)

This is why, btw, he’s often described tilting his head on the right. He doesn’t have much control on his eye movement so he tries to get some info on people (mostly light and colours but since his visual memory is fucked up, it’s not very useful)

His eyes move. He just doesn’t really control them. In fact they’re often if not constantly moving because head trauma is often linked to the apparition of a nystagmus, which is a rapid eye movement to the side or up and down - my brother has that, vertical, did you know it existed ? well I do. A friend of my parents has a horizontal one that is a lot more visible. Constantly. She’s not blind, her brain compensates this. Brains are both evil and awesome. Deal with it.

Oh and his eyes are perfectly normal. Even quite pretty, as he describes them himself. He still wears sunglasses because his brain doesn’t like strong light which give him migraines, because it has a hard time processing visual info.

His eyes also work perfectly (well as perfectly as they did before his accident, which is okay but a little nearsighted) which leads to the only thing that sounds like a superpower that isn’t one : blindsight. If you research it you’ll learn about people who can do absolutely crazy things like catch stuff that’s thrown at them or avoid most obstacles on a path while being totally blind, because BRAINS, AGAIN. Your brain doesn’t only process visual cues through the visual cortex; there’s a slight part in the “primitive brain” or “lizard brain” that does, too. So basically Desden’s body can see stuff but he’s not aware of it consciously. He’s NOT using it and he’s NOT as good as the people I cited above. But for example he has insights he souldn’t have on people’s moods, because his lizard brain picks their faces up. Not always, and it’s often more when someone’s in a VERY bad mood that SHOWS. And since he’s not aware of it he takes that as hints from his other senses. It’s NOT compensating for his blindness - if anything, it’s a silly trick. BUT I AM A NERD, REMEMBER ?

Anyway. Now you know. Desden still lost his vision through an accident which, as said in the reference post i’m refering to (haha) would be bad if it was used for drama but, in fact, I try to avoid most of it because apart from the accident, which is witnessed by someone else who is important to the later plot, nothing from Desden’s life before or after it is described in details. My novel starts 9 years after the accident. He’s got time to get used to being blind.

*I* know everything that happened in his life, or most of the important things anyway, that lead to the opening of the book, but you will only get scraps of it because it’s not what’s relevant. It’s important for the construction of the character, but what I want to show here is not Desden’s journey through being used to being blind. It’s his journey through accepting his family heritage, which has nothing to do with being blind, and sharing it with the rest of his family while it stayed hidden to them until then because the person who kept this before him was an arsehole. There are a lot of plot points that are linked to Desden’s blindness, including said arsehole arseholery (I be good with words), but it’s not the point of the book.

Y’all know I’m a Daredevil fan. That’s where I got the idea of a blind character (not only), but now erase that from your mind. Desden doesn’t have any superpower that compensate his blindness. He’s got pretty good hearing because he’s used to use it a lot more than when he was sighted. It’s not better. He loves music, but he’s absolutely tone deaf so forget the blind piano tuner/musician cliché (this is a joke in one of my AUs, in fact)(explanation : in France, which is the country I research for because I’m French and my story takes place in France, the most prominent school for the blind used to primarily teach people to become piano tuners during the 20th century). He’s got a very good nose, but that’s just how it is, and since I’m using my own experience of rediscovering my sense of smell after years of living with smoking people (don’t smoke) (yeah, even you, Desden) I know it’s not superhuman. In fact my own nose is pretty shitty compared to my mom’s. Who is a fucking hunting hound. Anwyay I digress.

Desden often chases any comment that restrict him to being “the blind guy” by stating stuff he does or likes to do, like “I’m also a good tarot player but no one ever mentions that” or “my brownies are the best ones and I don’t even need to add pot to it”. This is how he feels about it. He’s blind. It’s okay, it’s part of him. But it’s not his sole characteristic.

I think I’m done here. I haven’t touched on other people’s reaction to him that much, and if you’re interested you can ask questions. Basically remember he’s a 1,98m guy, with broad shoulders, and that’s the first thing you see from him. Also there’s his guide dog Kalinka.

Lot more things to talk about, not that much time. So if you’re interested in knowing more, poke me, and I might write more about my character.

Lastly and more importantly : if you see things that you can correct in this post, please do so. As I said, I’m a nerd, but I’m not a neurologist. I’m going the vulgarized version. And I like to be taught things. So if you see mistakes, tell me.

Peace !

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nachohypno · 4 years

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Nate and Dave Ch. 7

Once again, we walked together through the forest. This scenery was really beautiful, and I wonder why I never came here before.

…Oh yeah, I knew Dave and his jock friends liked to hang out around here, doing whatever they want.

And yet, they were nowhere to be seen, because their leader hasn’t summoned them to hang out here today, I supposed.

Dave looked down at me with a cute grin. He cared for me, I could tell. And I sort of cared for him too, on my own nervous way.

“What’s on your mind, bro?” He asked, as he looked around, probably trying to identify where we were.

“N-Nothing, wondering where are we going this time” I lied. Last time, he took me to the pond. It was empty at this time of the year because of the weather, but we went anyway.

Today, it’s way too cold to go for a swim. Dave would probably not care, because he’s warm at all times for some reason and I really liked that. I mean, it was nice for cuddling!

But me, I would freeze up pretty quickly. I’m not even a good swimmer, I just know the basic stuff like how to keep yourself floating, but I can’t go too deep where my feet barely reached the ground or I’ll drown.

“Another surprise, but not the lake. It’s probably freezing by now, and I don’t want you to catch a cold. It’s closer, too. Just a few minutes more and we’ll be there” He replied with a caring look in his eyes.

I wondered if the soulmate bond worked like a double edged sword. That, or I was actually falling for Dave. Sometimes I would find myself having… new thoughts, about being around him. Not sexual stuff, more like romantic stuff.

Dave wrapping his arms around me at the cinema, me leaning against his torso. Or walking at school, holding hands together… I don’t think they’re bad stuff, more like ideas for the future. It was pretty clear at this point that I’m falling for this beefcake werewolf.

And even right now, as me and the big jock walked together through the empty forest, with the silence only being broke by our footsteps on the fallen dry leaves and the occasional bird flying above, I felt a little warm feeling in my cheeks each time I looked up at Dave beside me.

I assumed it was just me blushing, as usual, so tried to not give it much thought and just kept walking, trying to keep up with my soulmate’s pace. It’s not like he’s going too fast, but he was still bigger than me, so I needed to speed up a bit to actually catch up with him.

Dave let go of my hand, walked a few steps ahead of me and turned around to face me. “Aaaaand here we are” He extended his arms, showing off the area around us.

A few fallen and old tree trunks on the floor, all perfectly around a neat circle of rocks, with what seemed like ashes and burnt things on the middle.

“Another one of your secret spots?” I asked him, looking around. “Incredibly clean…” I mumbled, as I noticed that the place was pretty clean, to my surprise. Except for the fallen leaves, but that’s not something you worry about in the middle of the forest, I was talking about the trash you would usually find at these kinds of places.

“Uh… yeah” Dave started, scratching the back of his head with a little smile. “Lee often gets angry and wouldn’t hook up with me if she sees me and my bros ‘damaging the forest’, so we pulled a bro move and cleaned up after we’re done. She can be a pain the ass…”

I looked at him, a bit surprised by his statement. I sometimes forget Dave is actually a jerk, but acts nice with me.

“I think it’s early to start a fire, but we can chill in the ground, if you want”

“Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you more about your… you know, the werewolf thing” There’s still so much I wanted to know. I still had to ask him about his whole power list, for example!

“Uh… sure? I thought you were comfortable with it, bruh. I may know a way to spice things up, though” He said, walking up to one of the tree trunks on the ground and sitting down. Dave patted a spot next to him, like telling me to sit down next to him. “Wanna play truth or dare?”

“What?” I honestly didn’t expect that.

I stood there, as Dave resumed his explanation. “I’ll tell you whatever you want, babe. But I’d like to know more about you, too. Soooo, why don’t we play a bit of truth or dare together? Just me and you!” He seemed so excited for this, and I didn’t want to turn him down now…

“Won’t I have an advantage since… you know; you have to do everything I say?” I mean, I won’t complain if I have the advantage. I already cheated while we played COD, so it wasn’t weird already if I cheated.

He just shrugged, like he didn’t really care. “I trust you, bro. It’ll be more fun if both of us are really into this, though. C’mon, truth or dare?”

I really didn’t want to do a dare. I saw a lot of movies where the dares are pretty gross stuff like ‘Kiss the dirty floor’ or someone spitting on the floor and being like ‘Now lick it’. I hoped Dave wouldn’t do stuff like that, but…

“Truth” I finally picked, walking up to the log next to him and sitting on it. I preferred being in front of him, face to face, rather than sitting next to each other for this game. It added a bit more of rivalry between us, or at least I felt like that.

He looked up at the sky, with a thinking face. After probably picking a question, Dave asked “Is it truth that you never kissed a guy before me? How did ya know you were gay then?”

Those are actually two questions, but alright. It means I can do the same later.

“I don’t know, it’s not like I woke up some morning and said ‘Oh, I’m gay now!’” I joked, but there wasn’t much to say on the matter. I kind of always knew I liked guys, and never really tried to hide it. My classmates knew it, so I was the local fag, but that never bothered me because I didn’t really care. “I mean… I guess I always knew it; So I’ve never kissed another guy but I knew I liked guys”

It wasn’t a harsh question as I expected, and Dave just nodded, like he understood what I meant. I mean, the guy did actually wake up a random morning and said “I guess I love Nate now!” and then we met.

“Huh, that’s cool, bro. I pick truth, by the way” He said, as I opened my mouth to ask ‘Truth or dare’. I tried to think of something cool, but my mind revolted around the werewolf questions I had before.

“How do you get turned into a werewolf?” I asked him.

Dave’s eyes opened up in surprise, before shaking his head and answering “Uh… If you mean me, then it was a genetic thing. Otherwise, you would have to be bitten by an alpha willing to turn you. Why do you ask, bro? You’re not thinking about… that, right?”

He seemed mildly worried, like he wasn’t expecting that exact question, and something more mundane like the things I’ve asked before.

I shook my head in denial. If I were honest, I did consider it a few times, but… my humanity seems good for now, and I wanted to stick to it. “Good,” He mumbled, relieved. “A-Anyway, truth or dare?”

“Truth” I wondered if he was going to be mad at me for always choosing Truth. That’s my usual strategy, never pick dare to remain safe.

Again, he looked away as he concentrated to pick a good question. “Is it true that you were afraid of me before? And what do you think about me now that you know me? Be honest, bro. I won’t get mad”

Huh, he was throwing the heavy questions today, apparently.

I tried to carefully pick my words, to avoid pissing him off. It wouldn’t be nice if I just said the first thing that came to mind, right? I could actually hurt him if that were the case, because the… ‘Old Dave’ wasn’t exactly a butterfly.

“Y-yeah, I was. You’ve never attacked me in a physical way, but I heard awful stuff at school that made me wary of you…” Dave looked down at the floor as I spoke, shame being noticeable on his expression. “But I actually enjoy spending time with you now, you turned out to be a nice friend and… it’s pretty nice having a good puppy boy around”

I’ve added that last part because I knew he would feel better after hearing it.

He mumbled something like “I’m a good puppy boy” before looking back at me. “Thanks bro, I appreciate your honesty” I wondered if he had a way to know if I lied or not.

I’ve seen in TV shows that werewolves can listen to a person’s heartbeat and notice if they’re lying because of that, but I wasn’t sure if Dave could do that.

I gave him a little smile as I said “Well, truth or dare?”

A cocky smirk crossed his face. “Let’s spice things up, bro. I pick dare” and I felt disappointed. I wanted to ask him about his powers now, and I don’t think that pulling the ‘I dare you to answer this’ will work.

A good dare… A good dare…

I looked around, trying to think something funny for him to do, but nothing seemed good enough. He’s an infatuated werewolf willing to do anything I say, so I guess anything it’s going to be good enough for him when I’m the one giving the orders.

All the trees seemed to be tall here, so maybe…

“I dare you to climb to the top of…” I pointed to the tree behind him, the one that seemed to be the tallest as far as I could see “that tree, as fast as you can”

“That’s it? I can do that with my eyes closed”

‘Well, excuse me. I thought you were a werewolf, not a weresquirrel’ I thought to myself as Dave got up and walked towards the tree. I picked this dare because I wanted to see his skills, and since I wasn’t able to ask him what they were right now, I could at least see if he can somehow climb a tree quickly.

Dave let out a little sigh, as he clenched his knees and got his hands on the tree. A few seconds later, he disappeared from the ground and started climbing really fast. Looks like I wasn’t joking before, he could perfectly be a weresquirrel.

I got up and walked towards the tree too, looking up just to see the jock already at the top, sitting on a high branch.

“How’s the view up there?!” I yelled, wondering if he could hear me.

And he probably could, because he looked down at me and yelled back “It’s amazing, bro! Wanna come and see?”

My stomach turned upside down at the thought. I was terrified of heights, so I just shook my head and told him “No need, but you can come back down now!”

Dave nodded and jumped off the branch. I quickly moved away from the tree, as he landed doing a dab. Huh, he has style too, apparently.

“I wondered if the tree might have fruit to bring you, but apparently it just has this little shits that ain’t edible” He said, holding out a few yellow thingies that seemed as hard as a rock. It would probably hurt a normal person’s teeth if they tried to bite them. “Anyway, truth or dare, bro?”

I was stunned. The guy just climbed near the top of a really tall tree, waited there for a bit, then jumped down while posing after what would probably be a fall that could break my legs.

I assume he has a bit more resistance to fall damage, which seemed hard to believe, actually. I have to stop trying to find an explanation for what clearly isn’t a normal thing.

As we walked back to our seats, I wondered if I should pick a dare. Dave was obviously not going to ask me to climb that tree, because I’m not as half as athletic as he is.

I tried to let go of my worries and just said “Dare”

Dave beamed up, probably because he was the one giving out the commands now. Not like I have to obey them, actually, but he seemed to be the dominant kind of guy when he wasn’t under my control.

“Roll on the ground like a dog” He said, after thinking for a few seconds. His cocky smirk back on his face, waiting for me to comply.

This… actually seemed way easier than what I had in mind, so I decided not to complain. I prefer getting my clothes dirty rather than doing something gross. I got up from my log and walked to a bit of an open space, to avoid hitting myself with a tree or one of the logs.

I laid down on the ground, slowly, and started rolling. Dave looked at me and started laughing, but I couldn’t see what was funny about this.

Jocks like to do weird stuff, I guess.

I stopped after a few seconds and got up, trying to tidy myself as much as possible. He never told me to roll for a specific amount of time, so it was even better. “…Oh god, thanks so much, bro” Dave said, wiping a tear of his face after he finished laughing.

“Yeah, yeah. My turn now, truth or dare?” I said, sitting back down on my log and looking at him. He looked like he was having a lot of fun, and I was glad about that. This Dave, the nicer Dave, was really amazing.

“Duh, bro. I pick dare, this game is awesome!” Huh, looks like I’ll have to pick truth if I want him to pick it again. Otherwise, we’ll be in a chain of dares against each other.

Alright… Something… Picking a dare was a pain in the ass, I’m not that imaginative.

“Uh… I dare you to… turn into a werewolf” Stupid me, I need to think better stuff to do with him.

“Are you sure that’s the dare, bro?” He asked, and since I couldn’t come up with anything better, I nodded. “A’ight, you’re the boss”

The big jock tapped his knees a few times, before getting up and taking a deep breath. After that, the transformation began. And it was as amazing as always.

The fur growing was always impressive to see, but I think the most notorious part was the snout growing on his head. Or the body growth, both that and the snout are the most notorious changes.

If I had to choose between his full wolf form or his werewolf form, I’d pick the werewolf form. He can do most of the stuff a human can do, including speaking, and looks like a human-sized German shepherd teddy bear.

The dark brown fur on the back fading into light brown/yellow-ish fur in the front was also a nice detail. It really suited him, and he looked way less scary when he snapped out of his… ‘trance’ as the transformation ends.

The tail behind him was also really cute, and I liked that he wiggled it (I wonder if voluntarily) each time he looked at me.

I kind of understood why he took off his clothing during the first time I saw his transformation.

The white shirt underneath his open varsity jacket seemed pretty fitted, showing off the werewolf jock’s big pecs and defined abs without any issue. And I was sure he could rip it off with one rough move, if he wanted.

“Now,” His voice sounded a bit deeper than usually. It was a bit hotter than his usual ‘bro!’ voice, too. “Truth or dare?” He said, slowly sitting down on the log. His mouth was curved into a little mischievous smile, like he couldn’t wait for me to decide.

“Dare” I said, after finally choosing. He was enjoying this, and I should think about the werewolf’s feelings too. If I just choose dare, he wouldn’t have any fun because I would ask about his powers.

“Kiss me” he said, a few seconds after I finished. Like he had it in mind already.

“Uh… Gonna turn into human first or…?” I asked, a bit confused. Because how can I kiss him if he has a wolf snout?

“Nope, kiss me in werewolf form. C’mon, I have good breath” He replied, getting up with his hands on his hips. He was totally enjoying this, while I was reluctant to kiss his wolf snout.

I mean, not because of the wolf breath, I assumed that part wasn’t much different since I kissed him yesterday right after he was a full wolf. But… kiss a snout is… how do you position yourself for that?!

‘A dare is a dare, I guess’ I thought to myself, getting up too and giving a little sigh.

I walked towards Dave, trying to gather the nerve to not mess up my first kiss with a werewolf… turned into werewolf form, I mean.

“Don’t worry, I gochu” He mumbled, placing his hand on the back of my head. But before I could react he got closer and-

He started licking my face.

He licked my face like a real dog, covering it with slobber. It was gross, but at the same time I couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Wai- Dave- Could yo-“ Every attempt of mine to speak was interrupted by the shower of “kisses” the werewolf was giving me. Dave only stopped once my whole face was covered by his slobber.

“Damn, that was a first good kiss, right?” Dave said, before checking out my face and exploding in laughter. I was a bit pissed, because I didn’t really expect a prank like this one.

I didn’t answer, and Dave tried to grab something from his bag on his back. “Here,” He said, showing me a paper napkin before starting to clean me up. “got you there, didn’t I?”

I remained silent, but in my head, I was making up the perfect ‘revenge’ for his prank. “Truth or dare” I asked, hoping that he would be nice enough to pick…

“Dare!” He didn’t waste a second, like I suspected. I smiled, innocently.

“I order you to crouch in front of me” I said. I put a bit of emphasis on the ‘order’ part, to make obvious that I wasn’t playing anymore and I was telling him to do something, and expecting him to do it.

The soulmate bond would do the work, as Dave’s eyes unfocused and he did as I ordered him.

As soon as he stopped in front of me and crouched, staring at me with glassy and unfocused eyes, before I walked around him and jumped on his back, holding tight to him. “Now, take me for a ride, alright?”

“...Yeeesss… bruh…” He seemed to have zoned out just like a few days ago in my house, when he gave me my first blowjob. I wondered if it had anything to do with how I ordered things to him, because I remember feeling very dominant back then.

The werewolf jock started jogging at a normal pace, as I held on to him tightly. The bag on his bad made it a bit uncomfortable, sure. But nothing I couldn’t handle.

We quickly abandoned the logs and the fire pit, as Dave kept jogging around in the forest. It was relaxing, honestly. And after a while, I noticed he remained in his zoned out state as he jogged, like he didn’t care about anything else but obeying me.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, trying to check if Dave could keep on a conversation in this weird state he was in.

“Anything… bruh…” He mumbled, in a monotone voice. Good, he could hear me.

I moved a bit as I held on to him, looking at his face like a little child being carried by an adult “Can you tell me what are your werewolf powers? I know you have the werewolf form you’re in now, you can also turn into a full wolf… But what exactly are your abilities?”

I waited for a bit, as he seemed to open his mouth to speak.

And then, he started to list them all with a goofy smile on his wolf face, and a robotic voice. “Great agility and reflexes…” That seemed obvious, since he just climbed a tall tree like it was nothing, and he knew how to jump off from it without injuring himself “Good smell, sight… and hearing… I’m really strong, too… And I can turn people… because I’m an alpha…”

I’ve wondered what was that of ‘being an alpha’ he always mentioned. I assumed it was something from his ego, because he always yells that he’s an alpha when he’s mad at school. But turns out it’s also part of his werewolf nature.

I got back in my place, with my legs kind of holding onto his waist and my arms around his neck, not too tight to avoid choking him. That was what I wanted to ask from the beginning, and yet, the answer left me with a sour taste in my mouth, like it wasn’t exactly what I wanted.

“Alright, you can stop here” I said, and Dave obeyed without a second thought. I jumped off and moved to face my big werewolf jock.

He followed me with his zoned out eyes and a goofy smile on his snout. He obviously loved being a good puppy boy for me. “How do you feel, Dave?” I said, placing my hand where his cheek should be, at the start of his snout. I did like him this way, he seemed way… calmer, than his usual energetic self.

“I feel great… I love being with you…” He whispered, and I could see a rather long shape being quite noticeable in his jeans.

‘Geez, I can tell that you feel great’ I thought.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something but never found the chance… Are you gay, or at least bi?” I’ve wondered that since he started saying a lot of ‘I love you’s to me, but it didn’t really add up. He did seem to be, but I wanted to confirm that-

“Nuhh… Ain’t gay, bruh…” Wait, what the heck?

“But, didn’t you say you loved me?” He nodded, as I’ve got even more confused. “And then…?”

“I do love you… more than anything… in the world…” Longer sentences seemed to cost more work, but he could still make them. “But that… that doesn’t make me gay… right…?” Dave showed a bit of confusion, and then worry on his face.

“Uh… sure, big guy?” I didn’t want to upset him, but I wondered if I could use the soulmate bond to change his mind about how…

No, that would be wrong. Totally wrong. I’m not going to force him to define his sexuality, I’m not an asshole.

I looked at him. His confusion disappeared as soon as I confirmed his theory, and went back to smiling like an idiot and looking over at me with glazed eyes. I took a few steps closer to him and placed my hand on his chest.

His now-bigger pecs were nice to touch. A new idea crossed my mind, before I started “Dave, take off your jacket and your tee” He did as I told as soon as I finished speaking. Huh, I could get used to this, but I’ll have to wake him up in a while.

The shirtless werewolf jock stood there, waiting for me to say something. But instead of ordering him around, I went closer and hugged him.

“Soft as a teddy bear” I mumbled to myself. His muscles felt so nice to touch, and his fur was as warm as it always was. I loved it.

I noticed his arms twitching a bit, like he was… holding himself back. “What’s up, puppy boy?” I asked, looking up at his face without breaking the hug.

“I-I’d like to… hug you too, bruh… But you didn’t… ordered me to do so…” He really seems to be the submissive type. He never needed permission before, but I assumed this zoned out state was the cause for that need.

It was weird, though. Like, his mind seems to know he wants to hug me, but his body is trying to keep itself in place while waiting for me to say something. “Let’s lie down on the grass, alright?” I told him, before breaking the hug for him to obey my suggestion.

After that, I laid down close to him, placing my head on his chest and hugging him again. “Now, you can hug me too”

Dave didn’t hesitate. He seemed to want this really much, but he was careful to keep me in a nice position.

A few seconds later, we were cuddling together on the ground. It wasn’t as comfortable as our beds, but it was still nice. His fur felt like a soft and warm pillow, to be honest.

“You can, uh, wake up or something?” I wasn’t sure what to say, but I was pretty much done playing with him, at least for now. I wanted him to enjoy this to the fullest, too.

Dave blinked a few times, as his face recovered emotion, and he looked over to me. “You’re the best, babe” He said with a relaxed smile, as he pulled me closer in our perfect hug.

Nice to see that it actually worked. Now we could stay here for a while, enjoying the calm forest together…

“Truth or dare?” Dave asked out of nowhere, breaking our silence. Huh, I assumed we were still playing, then.

“Really?” I said, and the big werewolf looked at me and nodded. I sighed and responded. “Truth” I didn’t want to get up, honestly, and I wanted to think that Dave didn’t want to get up either to do any dare.

He looked at the cloudy sky above us as he seemed to think of a good question to ask me “What do you plan about doing after you’re over with school?”

I… Okay, that one honestly took me off guard and I still didn’t know what to answer. I mean, it’s not like I’m not conscious about my future, but I had so many options in mind that I can’t just choose one.

An architect, for example. Or a Scientist! Biology professor also sounded good… Alright, see what I mean there?

I shrugged “I honestly don’t know. I have a few options but haven’t decided anything yet. So far, got my eyes on being an accountant” Dave just nodded at the little lie I made up to not seem like an indecisive brat, before I asked him “What about you? What would you like to do after you graduate?”

The big jock didn’t hesitate to answer “A professional player, duh! I love football, and my skills make it way easier, bro! Got a few recruiters behind my ass and I just gotta pick which college I’d… like…” He got silent, suddenly. I looked up at him and noticed he had worry in his eyes. “Will we have to go separate ways once we graduate, bro?”

Huh… I hadn’t thought about that in the slightest, honestly. I was too focused on just… adapting to having a werewolf soulmate that I stopped worrying about the future altogether. It’s not like I’m a pretty exigent person since I’m an average guy. I’m not wealthy, but my mom has been saving for my college education since I was born to ensure my education.

If I get into a regular college, I would be happy for myself, no matter the career I choose to study for.

He pulled me closer to him, as if he wanted us to have me as close as him as possible. “It’s okay bruh. Let’s… Let’s just try and enjoy every moment we have together, a’ight?” His voice sounded sad, but there was nothing I could do about it. I don’t know if I’ll be able to follow him to his college and neither did he know if he could follow me.

But I guess it’s better to just enjoy our time together, right?

We would figure out something, we are soulmates after all!

…I think I’m getting carried away. Or I’m just enjoying this as much as the puppy boy is.

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Do you have a bookshelf? If so, just one or how many? I don’t, actually. I have the most books out of everyone in the family, but they’re all either lined up or stacked in random points in my room because of said lack of shelves. Currently, I have three groups of books strategically placed around my room.

If you answered yes to the above, are your books ordered in a special way? Just by height since I have a lot of tall books like encyclopedias as well as smaller-sized novels and pocketbooks.

Have you ever owned action figures? I have a couple of wrestling action figures and I want to keep collecting more if my financial situation ever permits it in the future.

Why did you last smile? Andrew Ilnyckyj finally has a new cooking videoooooooo, which is the main BuzzFeed content I watch these days. I think his last one had been posted in January, so I’ve been feeling pretty starved for some new Andrew content.

Do you have a close relationship with your immediate family? I’m not close with them in that I don’t feel shy about kissing/hugging them or confiding in them; my family are not those people for me. But like we don’t fight (anymore) and we’re able to have pleasant talks over dinner, which is as close as I’d possibly ever get with them.

Idk, we were ultimately never able to cultivate an emotionally strong relationship with one another, which I’ll always feel bittersweet about; but at least I now have a blueprint of how I’d want to build my relationships within my family, should I ever have one of my own.

If I gave you twenty bucks what would you do with it? Use it to pay my sister for the drawing commission I asked her to make. My total bill comes up to around that amount, anyway.

If dinosaurs could be tamed, would you want one as a pet? Nope, they can stay in the wild.

Do you crack your knuckles, neck or toes constantly? I crack my knuckles the most and my ankles as well. Never my neck and toes.

Are you constantly catching colds or other sicknesses? No, I rarely get sick.

Is there a movie from your childhood that you still watch today? I do an annual Toy Story rewatch because it’s my absoluete favorite kid’s movie. I will also always be in the mood to watch The Game Plan, which I watched every single weekday after coming home from school in like the 3rd grade.

Have you ever seen The Rocky Horror Picture Show? Nope but this has been on my list for years. Just never gotten around to downloading it and finally seeing it for myself.

Where do you do most of your shopping? I usually go to small, independent businesses that sell trendy pieces for a lot less, but I also drop by H&M from time to time. Once I feel secure enough with my savings I also wanna be able to start shopping from Zalora because they have really nice brands over there as well, haha.

Are you afraid of mice? I don’t imagine I would be since they’re tiny and cute. I’m afraid of house rats, though, especially considering how big they can get D:

What type of souvenir do you usually purchase when on vacation? I typically don’t get souvenirs for myself, but this is also because I’ve never traveled solo. My family collects magnets from all the different places we’ve been to though (and also from my dad’s work travels), so our fridge doors are filled with them.

Do you vacation often? Yeah, my family would usually take 3-5 trips a year, usually around the country and sometimes out of; but of course we’ve had to put a stop to it since the pandemic blew up.

Are you comfortable wearing your pajamas in public places? The only place I’d be comfortable doing so is at the nearby McDonald’s, since I’ve seen residents from my village come in there wearing their PJs or housewear. Otherwise no, I’d rather dress up.

What's your favorite candy bar? Twix!!!!!!!! And while they’re not technically bar-shaped, I love Reese’s Cups too.

Do you own more than one copy or edition of a book? Hahaha yeah. I have two copies of Twilight (one is from my boxed set, another was given to me by a childhood friend, Maryrose) and Breaking Dawn (one is also from my boxed set, while the other one is the special white cover edition given to me by Angela).

If you could see any musical on Broadway right now, what would it be? Miss Saigon. That’s the only musical I’m into.

If you could put any person or characters face on money, whose would it be? I definitely want to see a woman’s face on a dollar bill or coin sometime in the future. < Oh man, this is a pretty good answer. We do already have women in our P500 and P1000 bills, but they’re accompanied by men :/ It’d be neat to see a woman take over a bill/coin all on her own, like Gabriela Silang.

The place that you'd most like to be right now is where? God I really wish I were out in a coffee shop right now but I have to saveeeeee. I’ve been meaning to check out this nearby cafe that also doubles as a co-working space (which means I can do work there without feeling guilty or anxious that I’m taking too much time there, yay), and I might visit next week.

Do large crowds make you anxious? Depends on what the context is. If I find myself in the middle of a stampede that’s quickly going ugly then I will definitely start to panic; but if I’m at, say, a concert, then personally a bigger crowd means a better experience for me.

Do you own a helmet of any sorts? None of my own, but we do have a helmet for our bike.

Will you willingly sing in front of other people besides your family? No unless a huge sum of money is up for grabs, lmao. I’ve only sang in public once, when my mom made me do a solo number on my 7th birthday.

What's in the box? Yeah, I’m not feeling creative enough for this question...

Does your family generally decorate for most holidays? No, only for Christmas.

Would you take the chance to be Nancy Drew or The Hardy Boys for a day? Eh, I’d pass up on the offer. Mystery isn’t my thing.

Do you eat soup when you're sick? No. I prefer to drink lots of water as I usually lose my appetite when I’m sick anyway.

Is there a specific mug or coffee cup that you have to use all of the time? I don’t have to use it, but I’m in love with the mug Angela gave me just this past Christmas. I use it all the time now.

Have you ever watched Doctor Who? No, but I don’t think it’s my kind of genre or show.

If so, what do you think is the scariest creature yet?

Do you prefer to do your shopping online or in person? If I already have an idea of what I want to get, I prefer to get it in person. But if I need something oddly specific and have no idea where to start, that’s when I start to look for online shops or go to Shopee or Lazada altogether.

If you read, which book or series did you enjoy most as a child? Angie Sage, with her Septimus Heap series.

Do you read tour guide type books before you visit places? It’s been a while since I’ve traveled extensively, and when I was younger I didn’t really read into tourist guides. Now that I’m older, I do want to start reading up before visiting a different country – not necessarily about the best places to visit, but more about the culture and practices I have to observe. I remember being reprimanded by a Korean when I tried to snap a photo of something I saw while out in public in Jeju, and I don’t want to do something like that again.

Would you please belt out a few song lyrics here? AND IF YOU TRY TO FIND ME NOOOOW I’M IN ALL THE ECHOES THAT HAVE FAAAADED OUT soooo!!! I’M MOVING ON CAUSE I JUST WANT TO FEEL FOR ONCE THAT I BELONG, THAT’S WHAT GOING ON

How do you get rid of your hiccups? I hold my breath, which is a trick taught to me by my mom. Not always effective, but it does work sometimes.

Is there one saying that you've adopted from someone/somewhere else? I’ve picked up “Awesome!” which was Gabie’s catchphrase. My former director also liked saying “Anywhoooooo” when she wants to digress, and I’ve since adopted that into my vocabulary and mannerisms as well.

Can you lie effectively and smoothly? Yes, but I feel like shit every time I have to.

Do you buy Halloween candy when it's on sale after the holiday? No, I don’t enjoy candy anyway.

Why is your favorite teacher your favorite? She taught beyond her curriculum - music, which isn’t even part of my top 30 favorite subjects - and always made sure to inject a little bit of useful life advice in all her lessons.

Who can never fail to make you laugh? Hans.

Do you agree with the "they're just being kids" excuse? No, especially if the kids in question are already 16/17 year olds.

How many pets have you had in your lifetime? Countless goldfish, one chick, one rabbit, one cat, two birds, and two dogs.

Were you ever afraid of monsters under your bed? Sure. Still am occasionally, heh.

Would you kindly recommend your favorite movie to me? Two for the Road shows a realistic take on love told through cars and a non-linear tour around Southern Europe. If you’re into that and Audrey Hepburn’s pretty outfits in each scene, definitely check it out.

#survey #surveys

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Can you feel my heart?

OBIKIN X AU /PART 2/

Okay, so some comments before you start to read again.

The pictures are inspiration for Obi’s work place and apartment. Also for Asajj’s, Ahsoka’s and Rex’s appearance.

This is for sure still going to be Obikin end game it just got a little bit off the rails so bear with me. I need a little bit of love drama. My life is boring.

Also some more ages

Cody/Wolffe/Quinlan - 28, Asajj - 30, Aayla/Hera - 24

I noticed that there were quite a few mistakes in the previous one even though I checked it, but I apologise if this one got too. Again I do check them but I miss stuff.

Also if anyone has been feeling bad about themself let me tell you something that could probably make feel a little bit better.

I wrote a 5k word chapter for this but overwrited and I didn’t had the autosaved option on so now I need to try and remember what the heck did I write.

Enjoy

Ahsoka had just headed out to Uni and Obi-wan was cleaning the last things from breakfast. He headed to his bed, sat and starred and the card in his hand and then started typing the number on his phone. He pressed the call button and waited for the dialling sound.

After a few seconds of waiting someone picked.

“Yes?”

“Hello, is this Anakin Skywalker? “

“Speaking.”

“Yes, this is Obi-wan from the band “Space Maniacs. I am calling you about the offer you made us.”

“Ah, yes. Hello, nice of you to call. I hope you are going to give me a positive answer, I would be really glad to work with you.”

“Yes. I mean yes – it is a positive answer. We would like to meet you and tell us the details.”

“Awesome. Okay just give me a minute and I’ll be back with you.”

“No problem”

“Okay then, let’s see. How about Thursday this week, is it okay for you?”

“Yeah, we’ll work it out.”

“Okay. The time - how about 2 pm?”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Excellent. See you then.”

“Yes, see you. Bye.”

In Obi-wan’s opinion that went better than he anticipated. He let out a breath he was holding in and felt lighter.

In that case, he better catch on some sleep for work. A scratching noise from the balcony door caught his attention. His furry friend was back. He sat on the floor and started petting it.

“Maybe I should give you a name. It would be easier for us, won’t it? Hmm, what’s a good name for a pet cat? I don’t have the experience for this. “

He starred at the purring creature for a little while longer and said.

“How about Spotty? You have two spots on your eyes, not that original I know. Do you like it Spotty?”

The cat continued rubbing herself in Obi-wan’s hands, putting her paws on his legs, waiting for permission to snuggle up in his lap. He took her from the ground and lifted her close to his face.

“You don’t like it? Hmm”

The cat put her paws on his face, lightly moving them across it.

“What about Ziggy? Like Ziggy Stardust.”

The cat let out a soft meow.

“Oh, a reaction – is it a positive one? Or a negative one.”

He put her on his lap and started petting her again.

“Well, I’ll continue calling you Ziggy if you don’t like it just ignore it and I’ll go back to calling you furry friend and little one.”

The cat looked at him and meowed then put his head in his lap and started purring.

“Well, now I have to sleep on the floor, Ziggy.”

After just sitting there for an hour, the man stood up slowly and put the cat next to his bed on a pillow he wasn’t using so he could sleep.

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The alarm woke him up five hours after that and he got up to get ready. Ziggy wasn’t at the foot of the bed neither outside. He decided to leave some food and water if she comes around later. After showering and drinking coffee he was ready to go out. He also started hearing Ahsoka’s nagging voice in his head making him eat something or take something for later but he couldn’t be bothered at the moment. Maybe he’ll buy something on the way there.

The traffic was always awful at this time of the hour. You would think that travelling in the air would lessen the traffic, well you thought wrong. It’s just as awful – this was Coruscant, you can’t expect anything less. That’s why he always left from his apartment with time to spare because he liked to be there on time. Also fairly speaking the cantina was posh even if it was on the lower levels. The costumers Cody accepted weren’t low lives. They weren’t pretentious people but they were with a decent amount of money in their pockets, didn’t shy away from spending them but they also didn’t create trouble. Or at least the kind of trouble Cody would allow. There were exotic dancers with some private activity they would do from time to time but everything was legit and it for sure wasn't a brothel and if anyone thought otherwise they wouldn’t be able to set even one foot inside the place. Well, places. Cody ran two cantinas, he and his third brother Wolffe. They were placed in different places on the planet, so they didn’t see each other that often but from time to time Cody would go and check if things are running smoothly. The Fett brothers are all reasonably level-headed and serious people, so in Obi-wan’s opinion, they won’t have problems running and growing their business. As you know there are always exceptions to the rules – Rex is a good man, but sometimes not as sensible as his older brothers, him and his kid brother Boba are true troublesome kids sometimes. But maybe that’s why Obi-wan has a soft spot for them. Especially Boba – the little rascal can get out of any trouble with his puppy eyes, at least as far Obi-wan is concerned. Those tricks, however, haven’t worked for a long time on his brothers or father. Sometimes Obi-wan ends up being a shield for Mando’a insults, which are quite colourful and fun in his opinions but no 13 years old should know them.

“Gar batnor shabiur.” /You drunk halfwit/

“What did you call me, kid?”

“You heard me, besom” /ill-mannered lout, unhygienic person/

“Kid, you better watch your mouth. I don’t care that your brother runs this place; you are going to end up beat up.”

Obi-wan was minding his business on the bar, serving people when he heard a brawl from somewhere in the cantina. He looked around, squinting to find the source of the disturbance and he couldn’t believe his eyes. Boba was trying to pick up a fight with someone three times his size. It was a dowutin. Son of a bantha. Obi-wan thought. This kid sure knows how to attract trouble. He excused himself to his co-workers and went to stop whatever mess Boba dragged himself into. Cody is going to have an aneurysm from his kid brother.

“Good evening, what seems to be the trouble?”

“The little punk here is looking for trouble. I don’t pride myself in beating up little kids but who knows what can happen in the lower levels of Coruscant at night?”

“Who are you calling little? Also, are you threatening me in my brother cantina, gar di’k-“

Obi-wan put his hand on Boba’s mouth, signalling him to shut up.

“I am so sorry about the trouble, miss. I’ll be sure to watch over this little punk here and not let him cause any trouble for you or the other clients here. Say sorry, Boba.”

“Nayc”/No/

“Boba work with me here,” the older man said with gritted teeth facing the teen

Boba humped exaggeratedly but complied.

“Won’t happen again, sorry,” the teen said without any actual remorse in his voice.

But the dowutin was pleased enough so Obi-wan gave a small nod to the client and waited for her to be out of sight.

“What the in the kriffing hells are you trying to do exactly?” The older man turned harshly towards the teen trying to compose himself as he was still at work and started pushing the boy next to the bar. “You are taking your things and going to Cody.”

“No! Also in no way that was a girl. This-“

Obi-wan slapped him across the head before he could continue.

“Lower your voice and stop insulting people. Also if you didn’t want to go to Cody you should have thought about it before you started picking fights with much bigger beings than you.”

“Oh, please, Obi I’ll be good. Please don’t take me to my brother. It’s soooo boring. He just reads papers, signs stuff and doesn’t even spare me a glance.”

“Well, that’s called working. It’s supposed to be boring so you can have more fun when you are not working.”

“But your band is fun and that’s also working. That’s what you told me.” The teen was starting to sulk and Obi-wan didn’t have time to deal with this right now. It was rush hour and his co-workers were going to hate him.

“Look, sometimes there are aspects of one’s job that are boring and then there are parts that are less boring or even fun. It can’t be all fun and games. Do you understand me? Sometimes people have to sacrifice something to be able to receive another thing, okay.”

Boba was earnestly listening to him and he hoped that something went inside that buckethead of his.

“Yes, I understand. Can I go play in the backroom then? I promise I won’t disturb you anymore.” And the puppy eyes were on, how could he say no? He sighed and nodded. Boba did a little happy jump and hugged Obi-wan, took his things and went in the back room where the staff usually rested.

He returned to the bar and threw Asajj, who was next to him, an apologetic smile.

“I am sorry for that. This kid is a magnet for trouble.”

“No worries, love. We all know. It’s good that at least someone takes interest in him around here. You are more a brother to him than his blood one and teaching him more useful things that he’ll ever will.”

“Oh, I won’t go that far.”

“Sorry, what was that – one bespin fizz and two blurrgfire. Coming right up”

“Well, I would and the people who haven’t arrived here yesterday would. Even Cody would go that far.”

“I can’t be that harsh towards Cody. He is trying to run his own business and he is keeping it afloat plus is a pretty damn decent one.”

“Here you go, love. That’ll be 12,50 cred. Thank you. Here’s the change. Didn’t say he wasn’t doing other stuff and living his life and so on. That doesn’t change the fact that you care so much for that kid. And not only because Cody is his brother and your best friend - his kid brother is a pain in the ass but you like the little troublemaker for whatever reason and you worry for him.”

“Yeah, I do. I guess I just have a soft spot for cute and small creatures.”

Asajj smiled at him

“Guess so.”

While the Obi-wan was recalling the events of the previous month he had arrived at his destination. He got out of the hovertaxi and headed for the backdoor of the building. He got around 15 minutes to spare so he went to smoke a cigarette. Obi-wan stopped in his track as he saw the scene in front of him. Asajj was making out with her boyfriend and his childhood friend, Quinlan. It was already awkward for him so he tried to hide under the stairs and hoped they won’t notice him but with no such luck. As he lit his cigarette he heard the voice of his friend.

“Look what the loth-cat dragged in? If this isn’t Obi-wan Kenobi?”

“The one and only, hello Vos.”

“Hey, come on, don’t be a stranger. Come here and let’s hug it out.”

Obi-wan looked at Asajj trying to send some signal so she can try and stop this madness. She just smiled at him and shrugged. This, little-

Before he could finish his thought strong arms enveloped around him, crushing his ribs and stopping his breath for a second, after that he felt a stinging slap on his ass.

“Still a hot piece of ass.”

“Your girlfriend is right there, do you have no shame.” Obi-wan rolled his eyes even though he knew better than to ask. No, this man had no shame whatsoever.

“Nah, she knows you are on my pass list. You are on hers too.”

For sith’s sake, how did he even became friends with this person, he would never know. Okay, he knows but that was in his past, he is not like THAT anymore. Maybe just less.

He looked at Asajj again, shaking his head in disapproval. She was smoking now and yet again she just shrugged but this time send him a wink. Okay, the image of him being in the middle of that sex sandwich was not what he needed at the moment.

The forgotten cigarette in his fingers was starting to get shorter and the heat from it returned him to the reality, he tossed it on the ground and put it out with his foot.

“When did you come back?” Obi-wan asked Quinlan without looking at him as he was taking another cigarette out.

“Just last night. I heard that you were having some troubles.”

Obi-wan stopped with his lighter mid-air. His mind and heart started racing. How could he know? Rex wouldn’t tell anyone. What if someone, what if that guy-

“The little rascal Boba is making your hair prematurely grey, huh.”

Oh, OH! Boba.

“He sure is” Obi-wan tried to shrug off the feeling of uneasiness and anxiety as he laughed and lit his cigarette.”But I won’t care for him any less. You know that better than anyone, Q” The ginger man looked at his friend through the smoke of his cigarette. He could see the sentimental emotions on the other man’s face written as clearly as his yellow tattoo across his face. Obi-wan glanced towards Asajj – her back was turned towards them, she was taking out her cigarette and going inside. Then his eyes landed on the man in front of him. Vos was softly smiling to himself, probably remembering something from their younger, much wilder days. Then the darker man looked at him again, extended his hand and started caressing his face.

“Kriff, don’t I know it?” A few beats passed between them, staying in the same position, with Obi-wan continuously smoking and trying not to blow the smoke straight into his friend’s face. He hated smoking. Well, at least that’s what he started saying three years ago. Before that, he was like spice on fire.”You are becoming prettier each time I see you.”

The ginger man snorted and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, I know but thank you.”

“What I fool I have been, Obi, all these years.”

“Have you just come to this realization or you just came to accept it?”

Quinlan smiled and continued speaking.

“That mouth of yours has put us into so much trouble and gotten us out of trouble as much. “

“I got it from my daddy.” The ginger man arched an eyebrow at his friend and laughed. Quinlan laughed with him and went to caress his long locks. “This looks so good on you, truly.”

“Don’t you have a girlfriend to throw your compliments at? As much as I am flattered I don’t know how she would feel. And honestly, I would love to just stand here and just have you adore me but I have to go to work. I am sure we can see each other these days.” Obi-wan threw his second cigarette next to first and stepped on it also. He turned his head to his friend and was taken aback by his friend leaning forward and tried to retreat as fast he could.

Quinlan looked at him and smiled.

“I guess it’s a little too late for that, huh. No hard feelings, Obi, none from me. I hope none from you too.”

Quinlan got close to him and kissed him on his temple. Obi-wan went cool as a dead star on the outside but his emotions were in a jumble inside. Why does Vos always have to come and make everything complicated?

“See you soon, Obi.”

Obi-wan cursed in his head and headed inside the cantina. This was not the time for old feeling resurfacing, not at all. He spotted Asajj as she was preparing herself for opening and headed towards her.

“Can you please do something about your boyfriend?”

She looked at him, confusion written all over her face.

“Whatever do you mean, love?”

“Please, don’t play dumb with me. You are smarter than that.”

The woman laughed.

“Surely but where’s the fun in that. I can’t see you antagonizing over it then.”

“Do the two of you want to end me or something? “

“Oh, come on, love. We are merely having a little fun.”

“On the expense of other people”

Asajj chuckled and looked at her watch.

“I think you have to get ready, unlike Quinlan and I, you won’t be able to satisfy our boss that way as he doesn’t even like doin that stuff. And no matter how much he loves you as his dear friend he doesn’t like showing favouritism while he is working at least.”

Asajj winked at him and continued sorting out the bar. The younger man death stared at the older woman and went to get changed.

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This shift was NOT going all right. Except Cody not being mad at him, everything else was going off the rails. He had more than 10 drinks poured on him, he was hit on more times than he liked to know, he got almost groped 3 times but thanks to his fast reflexes he managed to avoid causing a scene and was able to warn the people who even dared to think that was going to happened and this was not even half-way into the shift.

Aayla was sending him encouraging smiles and thumb ups when she was on the bar. Aayla both served and worked on the bar and today was serving shift for her. He sometimes helped her when the bar wasn’t too busy as they had two floors and both floors had bars but not enough servers sometimes. He didn’t know what Cody was doing with managing the shifts or the personnel but it had been shitty for the past year. And he had the nerve to tell him that he couldn’t give him more shifts and told Ahsoka he didn’t need more staff. Huh, he should talk with him.

His attention shifted towards the loud voice that was coming from the side of him. He looked over from the table he was trying to clean up to his right, leaned forward a bit as he couldn’t see the whole scene. As every detail came into his vision he could see into one of the V.I.P boots, an extremely intoxicated client shouting at Aayla. He couldn’t make out what they were shouting about and he started heading towards the scene, trying to muster up his best customer smile. Inhale, exhale. He was starting to make up what all the fuss was about and it seems that he wasn’t happy with the drink he had been served but Aayla was trying to politely explain that this was exactly what he had ordered and if he wanted something else they could change it, there was no need for the foul language. And she was right – he was calling her names, how she shouldn’t be working here but at the back where the dancers usually gave private sessions to clients. He could see that Aayla was trying her hardest not to lose her cool but she was breaking. Obi-wan stood between them.

“Good evening, if there is any problem that you are having I would be incredibly pleased to listen to it and forward it to my boss if we can’t resolve it between us that is. You seem agitated and you are orally abusing my colleague here. I hope there is nothing big that is worrying you or is there, sir?”

The duros in front of him looked like he wanted to say something more, but decided against it.

“Bring me another drink and hurry up.”

“Of course, sir, I’ll bring you our finest liquor.”

Obi-wan turned on his heels and grabbed Aayla by her forearm.

“Thank you.” She whispered

“You don’t have to. You’ll soon learn how to deal with those kinds of sleemos. “

“I hope so.”

Obi-wan looked at the younger female and rubbed her back reassuringly.

“Or you don’t have to. Just look for me or Asajj. Or if we are not here just someone who has been here longer - most of them know how to deal with them. Okay?” He smiled her hoping to comfort her more. She smiled weakly back at him and nodded.

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The rest of the shift passed rather slowly and nothing major happened except a few broken glasses from the washer. At the end of the shift, which was 7 am, Obi-wan had his feet up against the wall at the staff’s room, unlight cigarette in his mouth.

“Are you going to smoke that cigarette or suck it like a lollipop? “

He could hear Asajj from behind him.

“Ugh, I don’t even have the energy for moving my finger.”

Suddenly the cigarette was out of his mouth

“Give it to me then.”

“Hey, give it back.”

“You are not even using it.”

“I was sucking on it.” he said with note of sarcasm in his voice

At that moment the door opened and blue appendages came into sight.

“Do you want to get a lift home, guys? My friend is picking me up so she can give you one as well? “

“Sure” Asajj shrugged and stood up.

“If it’s not much trouble” Obi-wan tried to spin himself to get off the wall but gracefully fell on his back

“Ow”

“Come on, you idiot. Get up.” Asajj extended her hand and he took it. He was eyeing the cigarette in her mouth and took it after he stood up.

“Hey”

“That was mine anyways”

Asajj decided she was in a teasing mood so she bit back while getting closer to Obi-wan.

“Maybe I tell you that while you are sucking off, Quinlan” she smirked and it took the ginger a few seconds before he could react.

“VENTRESS”

The young twi’lek just slowly backed out from the room and shouted

“I am waiting for you outside”

“Look what you did. You are traumatizing the poor girl.” The younger man was trying to sound scandalized but couldn’t help a smile

“Oh, she’ll be fine, love” Asajj threw an arm around his neck and they headed outside

“You are unbelievable” Obi-wan shook his head in disapproval

“Thank you”

The man looked at her like she grew a second head and lit his cigarette. Cody had left 30 minutes ago while they were still cleaning some stuff and the staff for the first shift was briefed on everything they needed to know. The first shift was usually a lot calmer but also very slow. People usually came for coffee and breakfast and sometimes brunch and early drink, but it wasn’t too much hassle. Maybe Aayla would feel more comfortable there.

His thoughts were broken by a ringing sound.

“You are ringing”

“Thank you for the observation, I can hear.”

It was Rex; he is probably going to work.

“Hey, how is it going?”

“Same old, I am travelling to work. I hoped to catch you before you went to bed. How did the conversation go?”

“We have a meeting in two days, at 2 pm. I know that you are working an office job but you can do it remotely when you have to, right?”

“Yeah, sure, I’ll them that I need to do it from home. I am glad that this is going okay.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“I’ll call Ahsoka later, don’t worry. Go rest.”

“Okay, thank you. Have a nice day at work.”

“Hope I don’t decapitate somebody. Later.”

Obi-wan snorted and hung up.

“Rex?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s this meeting about, if it’s not a secret.”

Obi-wan observed her for a bit and spoke.

“Hmm, no one except the group knows and I haven’t thought of you as the first person to talk about it but sure why not? “

“Am I that awful of a friend?”

“What, no- wait, you think we are friends?” Obi-wan’s face and voice were full of confusion.

“Are we not? “ The woman said matter of factly like she wasn’t even asking the question but it was an obvious observation.

“I mean-sure, yeah. I haven’t thought about it this way, but, yeah.”

Asajj put a hand across her heart and posed melodramatically.

“I am hurt, Kenobi. We have worked together for how many years now.”

“Four”

“It was a rhetorical question, dumbass.” She said deadpan and continued “I know we are not on the level you have with your little gang of misfits but I have told you personal secrets, I have told you the story about-“

“Yeah, I don’t want to hear it again, thank you very much. It’s engraved deeply into my mind, thank you very much. I didn’t ask you for your secrets, but thanks, I guess.”

Asajj scanned him for a second and continued.

“You are a very comforting man. It’s a gift.”

Obi-wan looked at her with absolute confusion painted on his face.

“Me?!”

“My friend is around the corner”

They both looked at the younger girl, a little surprised at her as she hasn’t spoken until now. They were in their world really so they couldn’t blame her. They stood up and got closer to the girl.

Soon enough a light grey light freighter with some yellow stripes on it came into their view. Its door opened with a hiss and a green female twi’lek came into view.

“Dramatic”

Obi-wan snorted at Asajj’s comment.

“Hey, Aayla. Work was good?” the female went down to hug her friend.

“Hey, I have seen better days but I’ll tell you later.” Aayla was trying to signal her friend about the people next to them.

“Guys, this is Hera. Hera this is Obi-wan and Asajj.”

“Nice to meet you” Hera extended her hand for a shake and the man took it smiling at her.

“Likewise,” Asajj said and winked at her

Obi-wan rolled his eyes and spoke

“Just ignore her, she can be weird sometimes.”

Obi-wan smiled apologetically to the girl, she didn’t say anything.

“Well, I won’t take more of your time; I’ll just take you home then. Hope on”

“Yes, thank you very much for that”

They started boarding the vehicle while looking curiously around. They don’t travel by that kind of transportation every day. This was usually used for planetary transportation of cargo, even fighting on the battlefront. How curious.

“How did you come into having that kind of transport? Do you work for a transport company or something like that? “

Ah, Ventress – blunt as ever.

“Something like that. It’s an inheritance and my home away from home.”

“Oh, very hippie. I can get behind it.”

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