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cyripticchronicler · 4 months

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Ink and Destiny - Part 3

A/N: Sorry for the wait! I've had a hectic week. Thank you for all the support with my writing, I love you all ahhh.

@lilianelena39 Thank you for asking to be tagged! I hope you like it.

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The days that followed were filled with shy touches and hidden smiles. It’s only been a week since you went on that date with James, and it hasn’t left your mind since.

After eating, he’d ask you to read to him, you spent the rest of the date muttering the love story to James as he lay on his back, making comments now and then.

The awkwardness of the first date was long gone, and you found yourself growing comfortable around him. He seemed more comfortable around you too, with the way he gripped your hand tightly in his or the way he relentlessly teased you.

You were still quiet, barely muttering a few words but James filled in the silence.

He was holding your hand now, you two having run into each other whilst you were on your way to the owlery. James had decided to ditch Sirius and Remus, claiming you were much nicer than them- earning a giggle from you and a scowl from Sirius.

“You never finished that book,” James muttered, breaking the peaceful silence.

“I didn’t know you wanted to know the ending,” You said honestly, James looked genuinely offended and you had to bite back a smile.

“Of course I do, the letter was heartbreaking.”

You grinned, “Well if you must know, he proposes again and she accepts.”

He let go of your hand, placing his hands over his ears as if it could erase what he just heard. “Spoilers!”

You couldn't help the laugh that burst out of you, “The book came out years ago! There are spoilers everywhere!”

“Yes, but I was trying to hint at another date where you read to me again but I guess that’s not possible since you’ve told me the ending.” He grumbles, feigning anger as he reaches for your hand again.

“Well…I never told you what happened to the others.”

He took the bait, “I am dying to know what happens with the others, so maybe if you’re up to it we could go on another date, say, this Saturday?”

You pretended to think for a moment, “Saturday, hmm, I’m not sure.”

You both stop at the entrance of the owlery, James pulling you into him slightly. You couldn’t stop the blush painting your cheeks.

He’s never touched you like that before.

“I’ll beg if you want,” He whispers, laughing when you playfully hit his arm, cheeks redder than a tomato.

“No begging is needed. Saturday is fine.” It left you three days to plan your outfit and mentally prepare.

James grins triumphantly, following you around the owlery, hand still gently placed on your waist.

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You stared at the wobbly heart drawn on the inside of your wrist. You hadn’t noticed when it appeared but your eyes can’t look away.

Not all soulmates are together romantically, sometimes they are platonic soulmates, hell, on rare occasions they’re enemies who despise each other.

But there’s a part of you that hopes you and James are romantic soulmates. There’s also a part of you that’s still unsure about him. You two are complete opposites, you’re quiet, he’s loud, and you shrink away at any attention on you whereas James thrives in it.

“Opposites attract, it’s basic science in the muggle world.” Lily had reassured you when you voiced your concerns. Maybe she was right. Merlin, you hoped she was right.

But you push those thoughts away for now, noting you only have half an hour to finish getting ready. You’ll talk to James about your thoughts. If there’s one thing you hate most in romance books it is the miscommunication trope.

You hastily draw a sloppy heart back before returning to your makeup. You keep it simple, applying a couple of coats of mascara and some concealer before adding lipgloss.

Your outfit is simple, black jeans and the top you feel most comfortable in, paired with a thick coat to keep out the cold weather.

You reach The Three Broomsticks in no time, relishing in the warmth. Noting James isn’t here yet, you find a secluded table in the corner.

A minute later James walks through the door, nose red from the cold. He perks up when he spots you, smiling warmly and he takes the seat across from you.

You notice the heart on his wrist as he sits, his coat pulled up like he was staring at it just a moment ago.

“You always seem to be here earlier than me, perhaps on our second date I’ll arrive an hour early to beat you.” Your heart flutters at the thought of him already planning a second date.

You’re silent, mind racing for something snarky to respond with. James doesn’t seem bothered by your silence, instead asks you if you’d like a butterbeer and you nod your head gratefully.

You take the time he’s gone to calm your thoughts. It seems as if you haven’t pushed those thoughts from before down far enough.

“The weather has changed drastically since our first date, don’t you think?” James asks as he sits back down. You nod your head. Just two weeks ago you were wearing dresses but now it seems as if it’s going to snow at any moment.

“Climate change.” You respond dumbly.

“I hope you brought the book with you, maybe we could find a quiet place for you to read for me. Or we could head back to the common room and you read to me there.”

You shake your head, “I couldn’t bring it, I didn’t want to risk bending it by putting it in a bag but didn’t want to risk getting it wet either.”

James seemed disappointed, “Later then, when we get back.”

You nod your head dumbly.

“Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet.” James’s eyes shine with amusement, a hint of concern peeking through.

“Do you think we’d be happy together?” You blurt, taking a sip of the butterbeer to busy your fidgeting hands.

“Yes,” James answers honestly, with no hesitation. “Do you not…think we’d be happy together?” He asks rather nervously.

“We’re quite different from each other.”

He ponders for a moment, “Different isn’t always a bad thing, Love. We balance each other out.”

“Oh.” You’ve never thought of it from that perspective. Awkwardly taking a sip of your drink, you meet James’s eyes. “I just… I’m not used to attention- I hate it actually- and you’re popular so I can’t help but think once everyone finds out we’re dating they’re going to pay more attention to me.”

You’ve only met a couple of times since the first date, and besides the walk to the owlery, it was in secrecy.

“We don’t have to tell people straight away- whatever this is. It can be our little secret, for now, Love. Is there anything else worrying you?”

You shake your head. “It’s not very secretive if we’re sitting together in broad daylight in one of the most popular stores in Hogsmeade.”

He drains the rest of his drink, “I guess we’ll have to find somewhere else to go. Come with me.” You don’t miss the glint of mischief in his eyes but go to follow him anyway.

“Where are we going?” You whisper, desperately trying to catch up as he runs through the snow. He stops a few minutes later and you attempt to catch your breath as you examine your surroundings.

“Where are we?” You ask when you don’t recognise the place. There's nothing and no one around, just the path you came from.

“You’re not going to murder me are you?”

James laughs, stalking closer, “I don’t plan on it, no. I’m rather fond of you.”

Your heart skips a beat, “Even if we’re so different?”

He nods, a small smile painting his face as he wraps his arms around your waist. “Of course, my Love. It would just be boring if we were so alike.”

You nod your head in agreement, “It would, wouldn't it?” Ever so slowly, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as one of his hands go to hold your jaw.

His lips touch yours and like last time they’re soft and warm but unlike before, the kiss is filled with hunger.

He pulls you closer against him and you moan, tangling your fingers in his hair. James immediately deepens the kiss, tongue swiping across yours and you pull away in shock.

He doesn’t let you go far, nose burrowing into your neck, “I’m sorry, Love. You just taste so good.”

“Oh,” you whisper, breathless.

He laughs, “Yeah, Oh.”

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“That's how it ends?” James asks you, peering up from where his head lays on your lap, your hand threading through his soft curls.

You’re laying on your bed. The common room was too busy and James stated the boys would just bother them if they went to his room so you shyly offered to read to him in your room.

The girls were all doing their own thing tonight, thankfully giving you and James time alone.

You immediately thought of other things you could be doing alone but James seemed determined to hear the rest of the book and you weren't sure you wanted to do those activities with him yet.

“I don’t get why that’s your favourite book,” At your offended look he continues, “Sorry, Love, but that's such a bad ending.”

You laugh incredulously, “It’s not a bad ending! They end up happy and in love.”

“You’re such a hopeless romantic,” He jokes and you roll your eyes.

“If you’re not a hopeless romantic then I want you to leave right now.” You point to the door playfully and James leans up, face inches from yours.

“I’ll become a hopeless romantic for you,” He mutters, looking at your lips.

“Good.” You push him off the bed and he groans in fake pain. “Go to bed, the girls will be back soon and I’ll never hear the end of it if they spot James Potter in my bed.”

“Fine. I want to see you soon though, maybe after the Quiddich game next week?”

“Won’t you be too busy celebrating the win?”

“You think we’re going to win?” He asks, happiness and shyness clear in his voice. His cheeks turn red when you nod, “I can think of other ways to celebrate the win with you, Love.”

You roll your eyes, playfully pushing his shoulder. “Go.”

He taps his lips and you can’t help but blush. You mean for it to be a quick peck but James has other ideas, tilting your head as he kisses you deeply.

He places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck before leaving with a quick wink.

As soon as the door closes you let out a squeal, kicking your feet as you hug your pillow to your chest tightly.

“I heard that.” James’s voice resonates through the door.

Your cheeks flush, “Go away.”

His footsteps fade and you relax into your bed.

It’s only until the next morning that you notice the words on your wrist.

I’m kicking my feelings and squealing about you too. Not so different after all.

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tojigasm · 1 year

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dad bod!jake was SO GOOD LAWD, your writing is amazing, beyond words, made me speechless literally *french kiss

i would love love love if you could write something ab jake’s mate going into heat and super needy and jake’s teasing her ab it but a little mean

thank you so much MWAH <33

AHHH ty ty ty anon!! So sorry this took so long for me to get to!! I hope you enjoy bb!

"You always get like this," he chuckles lightly, drawing a line of soft kisses from the base of your neck to the dip of your back.

His large hands soothe over the plush of your ass, pulling and squeezing at your soft skin.

"Needy, filthy, a sobbing little mess," he dips down some to press his nose into your slicked cunt before running his finger up and down your folds at a deliciously slow pace, "...wet." he finishes as his finger slips into your tight cunt.

You whimper softly, "Please don't be mean."

He doesn't say anything, running the head of his cock up and down your folds.

You lurch at the sensation, hissing slightly when the bulge of it presses into you.

"Please, Jake," you sob. "M'bein' good." You cry.

"You are being good."

The stretch of his cock follows, sinking deep and wide into your tight heat.

You're immediately brought to tears, sobbing and letting your head fall between your shoulders in the heat of it.

"Fuck," you sob, curling your hands into the thatch mat.

Jake's thrusts fall into a delicious rhythm that pulls from you in quick bursts of wanton.

"Feel good?" He chuckles at your expression, stroking the base of your tail to hold it up and out of his way.

You nod weakly, dropping your chest to the mat and letting the warmth of him take over you.

#jake sully #dilf jake sully #jake sully x reader smut #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar #avatar smut

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george-weasleys-girl · 7 months

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Ahhh I’m tired of seeing people writing Fred as an aggressive dom. Isnt bad but i’m tired, so can i request a sub Fred?

Not hard, more like a needy Fred after a hard day working or the next morning after a hard day, the reader takes care of him at night and in the morning.... Well, you know✨

with the prompt "I can't focus with your damn hand in my, ah - ooh... " I’m leaving the shame to see you participating in the kinktober (if u cant let me know)

Ooh, I love this! Thank you for sending it in💕

On Your Knees

18+ only

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, cunninilingus, oral sex (male receiving), edging, intercourse

~•~

Fred Weasley co-owned Weasley Wizarding Wheezes, the most successful magical joke shop in recent history, with his twin George.

All day, every day, he was in charge. Making decisions, giving orders, and being responsible.

So, the last thing Fred wanted to do when he got home was be in charge. Especially on George's day off when he alone was responsible for keeping the shop running smoothly.

~•~

"I can't focus with your damn hand in my, ah - ooh..." Fred groaned as he attempted to finish up the last bit of paperwork for the evening.

"Good," Y/N mummered in his ear as she leaned over the back of his chair with her hand down his trousers, stroking his hardening cock. "You're down to just signing a few things anyway. She ran her thumb around his sensitive tip, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine before abruptly pulling away, illiciting a desperate whine from him.

"Finish up," Y/N ordered and sucked his precum from her fingers. "Then meet me in the apartment." With that she turned and waltzed out the door.

~•~

Less than fifteen minutes later, Fred stood naked before his fully clothed wife. A warm fire crackled in the fireplace, and a massive faux fur blanket lay nearby.

"On your knees," she commanded.

A small smile appeared on his face, and he did as he was told.

"You know what to do," she grinned.

"Yes," he said and began pushing up her dress. The scent of her cunt went straight to his throbbing cock. Y/N glanced down and smirked. "Mmm, you look so hot when you're oozing precum everywhere."

His cock twitched in response and he hurriedly pulled her panties down, helping her to step out of them. "Now, be a good boy and make me feel good," she purred. "Then I'll make you cum so hard people on the opposite end of Diagon Alley will need to light up a cigarette afterward."

Fred didn't have to be told twice, parting her folds, he went straight to work and licked the entirety of her pussy with one long stroke, before circling her swollen clit with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, that's so fucking good," Y/N moaned and threw head back. Happy with her praise, he shoved two fingers inside her while alternating between licking and sucking her sensitive nub. Her hands went straight to his hair, holding him in place as her legs began to shake.

"Yes, right there," she urged him on, her moans filling the room.

Fred felt her tighten around his fingers. He knew she was close and shoved a third finger in, angling them toward her g-spot. That's all it took to push her over the edge. He slid his free arm around her, holding her steady as she quivered and shook, while he happily lapped up every bit of her pleasure.

"You did so good, my good boy," Y/N smiled down at him. "Lie down now. It's time for your reward." Fred grinned and lay back on the blankets.

Y/N followed him down, hovering over him on her hands and knees. She kissed him long and deep. Then she proceeded to move down his body, kissing and licking, drawing soft moans from her husband's lips.

"Would you like me to suck your cock, sweet boy?" She asked, just inches away from his twitching member.

"Yes, please," he begged, bucking his hips up.

"You're so adorable when you're desperate," Y/N smirks and leans down to tease him, swirling her tongue around his sensitive tip.

"Oh fuck," he groaned and writhed under her. He uncontrollably thrust upward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Y/N sat up immediately. "You know the rules. Be a good boy, and don't move," she said. "This will be your only warning."

Fred nods and stills himself. Y/N smiled and took him into her mouth again, slowly working her way down until he hit the back of her throat. A loud moan fell from his lips, but he didn't move. She began to work him, bobbing her head up and down, giving the tip a teasing swirl every time she reached the top. Her husband clawed at the blanket, his back arching as a series of groans and whimpers escaped his open mouth.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

Y/N pulled off of him. "Not yet, you aren't."

"Please," he begged.

"Patience, my sweet boy," Y/N shook her head and began to stroke him. Excruciatingly slow at first."

"F-faster, please," he could barely get the words out.

Y/N ignored his pleas, continuing her slow pace. "You know, I can't decide whether I want to see how far you can spurt or if I want you to fill me up," she mused. "Do you have a preference?"

"N-no," he stuttered. "Just n-need to cum."

Without a word, she increased her pace, her free hand sliding down to cup his balls. "Oh God," Fred moaned and threw his head back.

Y/N smiled down at the beautiful sight. "So close, aren't you?"

By now, Fred had lost all ability to speak and just nodded his head vigorously.

"Too bad," she let his cock drop unceremoniously onto his stomach.

"D-did I do something wrong?" Fred whimpered.

"Not at all, sweet boy," she smiled. "You were perfect. A little too perfect, actually. And now I'm horny again." She positioned herself above his cock. "I want your cum to fill me up."

Fred didn't have time to answer before she slammed down, taking all of him inside her, all at once. This time she didn't hold back, fucking him hard and fast. Her moans matched his, as she watched his face contort in pleasure. She knew he wouldn't last long. But, that was ok. Neither would she.

Her pussy clenched around him. "Cum for me, baby," she ordered. With one long moan of raw ecstasy, he squeezed his eyes tight and emptied himself deep within her, the pulsing of his cock tipping her over the edge moments later.

Y/N collapsed beside him, and he shifted to lay his head on her breasts. "Feel better?" she asked, her voice still breathless.

"Beyond better," he smiled up at her. "I think the folks down the street are lighting up that cigarette now."

~•~

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#fred weasley #fred weasley smut #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x fem!reader #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x you

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fluffomatic · 11 months

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Ahhh oh my gosh this took to damn long to make 😩

My brain hasn't been that good lately, so it took way longer than it should've to get these pictures done but fuck it's finally finished.

I know yall probably wanted TOTK art but I needed to draw something for me to get me back into the swing of things. Plus I needed to make sure I actually finished it 😅 So it's more Lee!Spectra!! Haha the hyperfixation is real

So started with some sweet Love Tickles (tm) from his lovely boyfriend Gus~

TICKLE INTERROGATION TICKLE INTERROGATION BABBYYYYYY!!!!! Another fav trope of mine that I definitely don't draw enough. The Vexos would absolutely try this >:)

Mira just loves tickling her brother. Are you kidding? Love sibling bonding!

Spectra has to stop agreeing to help the brawlers cause Dan will absolutely wreck him whenever he can

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

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2334242xiao · 1 year

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if its alright, jack atlas with the "calm down" palette

Hohi! Sorry it took me so long to answer these! I am adamant to finish all of the requests so they're still open! Feel free to send me more!

I missed drawing Jack so much ahhh! Thank you for this request! The colors look so good on him!

#palette request #jack atlas #yugioh 5ds #ygo 5ds #yugioh #Ask #color palette #5ds

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harus-simp · 1 year

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Home, sweet home

-Taerae x reader-

Warning:none (fluffy fluff 😚)

Requested: hiii, do you think you could write a drabble about waking up with taerae and being all domestic ?? <3 (Anonymous)

Author's note: hey there anon, here's your drabble of taerae, so I hope you like it :))

Thank you so much for requesting <3

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Spending the day inside with taerae after a long day celebrating his debut makes you realise how much you love him and how hard would it be for you to not have him in your life.

As the morning person you were, it was around 11 a.m almost and you were still sound asleep. The they before you and taerae had been out all day celebrating him getting 6th place on boys planet, so you were both exhausted from moving around a lot actually.

Shuffling on your bed made you a little bit more conscious, however you wanted to keep sleeping so you tried to for a couple of minutes until you started opening your eyes only to find your boyfriend staring at you with a sweet smile adorning his face.

"Morning sleepyhead"he said ruffling your hair softly as he was using his elbow as a support.

"Good morning"you told him hiding behind your blanket.

He laughed at your behaviour.

"How long have you been watching me?"you asked embarrassed.

"Don't know, I lost count"he said neutrally waiting for you to go out of your little fort.

"Ahhh, seriously, why are you like this???"you whined taking your blanket off you.

He ignored your question and grabbed your hand starting to pull you out of bed to stand up.

"C'mon we can't stay here forever, it's late"

You wanted to stay on bed but figured fighting wouldn't lead you anywhere so you just let him drag you to the kitchen in order to make breakfast.

As you made your way there you both thought of what you could have to eat. Yes at 11a.m, but you both were hungry so who are we to judge?

You finally decided to have something simple as pancakes..., yeah that was the idea because let's say it wasn't going that well.

"What are you doing taerae?"you shouted panick taking over you.

"Aren't you supposed to pour mik now?"

"Yes, but not that much!"😫😫😫

Yeah, so the pancakes didn't turn out that good but well, at least you were having fun together?

After that, you washed the dishes and took a shower because all the goofing around while cooking kinda made you both dirty due to all the flour flying around lol.

Right after that you guys started cleaning the apartment with background music which kinda was a mistake as well 💀💀💀 (you can't do shit without causing chaos, I think junhyeon has infected you lmao).

So instead of finishing everything in a short spam of time you took more time than you had plan and ended your work half an hour later that you had intended to.

Then tarae got the idea of interpreting you hot summer, but an acapella version of it with his guitar as you had requested him to sing days before the song, what can you say you wanted a little spoiler before the finale 🤭

He gathered all he needed and positioned himself to sing in a comfortable place.

As he started singing you were literally hypnotised by taerae's voice (who wouldn't actually), it was true that you had heard it before on the programme but hearing him in person was much better, he knew how to perfectly highlight his skills and you loved how he was able to just draw you in.

After he finished you clapped enthusiastically expressing your love for him and his vocals.

"You are so good taerae, you suit the concept a lot"you complimented him.

"Haha thank you"he said flashing you one of his characteristic smiles.

As you stared at him, you started to realise how lucky you were to have someone like him in your life, he was one the one you always seeked for his face in a crowd when you were meeting for a date, how your whole face and spirit lighted up when you felt his presence or even the heartache you had when you both needed to part ways was enough for you to understand that you wanted to keep him in your life forever.

"What are you thinking there?"he asked curiously as he saw you smiling unconsciously at him, looking directly into his eyes.

"Just how lucky and greatful I am to be your girlfriend" you answered, the smile not leaving your face.

In that precise moment he really felt how time stopped right there and you were the only thing that mattered to him.

You managed to make him so shy he couldn't even look at you back. You simply smiled wider and got closer to him.

"What?I really am"

He trapped you in his arms hugging you tightly and not intending to let go.

"I am more lucky, believe me"

And just like that you spended the rest of the day just being all lovey dovey and clingy 😙

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arcsimper5 · 9 months

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🌺💜SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING 💜🌺

ashjskdjfhwuedo AHHH Thank you!

You're wonderful too!

I didn't want to say a boring thank you, so I wrote you a little drabble about Barks (I hope that's okay), because he's one of my favourites of your OC's!

"What the heck is that?" Bear asked loudly, drawing Bark's attention as he fiddled with a few of the tuning pegs at the top of the wooden instrument currently resting on his knee, a small chuckle escaping him as he rolled his eyes.

"This, dear brother, is a Quetarra. It's a zabrak instrument, apparently. Won it in that sabacc game last week, been tuning her up and practicing since. Just got done replacing the strings, actually."

Bear looked him over for a moment, eyeing the wooden frame and translucent strings with a frown. They didn't look very sturdy at all.

"So is it like a weapon, or...?" Barks sighed and shook his head, pouting at his brother. "Not everything has to be used to beat someone round the head with, you know?" "Then what's the point of it?" Bear grumbled, quickly losing interest.

Bark's soft smile returned as he shook his hair from his face and repositioned the quetarra in his lap.

Calloused fingers delicately ran over the strings and the fretted neck, getting reacquainted with them. It always bought him an odd sense of calm, feeling how they bit slightly into the pads of his fingers.

"Music, Bear. It's for music."

Before his brother could even begin to protest, he used his right hand to brush across the strings, the sound gentle and warm. Bear's eyes widened as he froze on the spot, watching in awe as Bark's fingers began sliding up down the frets, a soothing melody flowing from his hands.

"I've actually been working on a song," Barks admitted, cheeks heating up a little under his brother's scrutiny, "but it's... it's not finished and it's... not very good."

"I call bantha crap," Bear smirked, giving an overdramatic wink, "come on, I want to hear it."

Barks took a deep, shuddering breath, adjusting his fingers on the frets until the note changed, the sounds drifting through the air a little more melancholy now, but still just as beautiful.

Closing his eyes, he let himself drift with the music, the words he'd committed to both paper and memory escaping his lips with ease.

We are just poor wayfaring troopers, Fighting wars, so far from home.

There is no sickness, no toil or danger, In that bright land to which we go.

I'm going there to see my brothers, All my loved ones, who've gone on.

I'm just going, over Kamino, I'm just going, over home

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me, I know my way is rough and steep.

But beauteous fields arise before me, Where we no longer march on tired feet.

I'm going there to see my brothers,

They said they'd meet me when I come. So I'm just going over Kamino,

I'm just going over home.

I'm just going over Kamino,

I'm just going over home.

With one last strum of the final chord, he finished his song, eyes remaining shut against the emotions building inside him, as if that would stop the hurt, the pain, the guilt.

"It helps," he murmured, hands resting on the rounded body of the instrument, "to move on. To let go. At least... it helps me."

Bear was grateful Barks still hadn't opened his eyes, still clinging onto the small comfort that the music bought him. If he had, he might have seen the tears staining his cheeks, and that just wouldn't do.

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Hope this is okay and hope you liked it!

I read a few HC's people had sent about Barks playing a guitar, and yes, there is one in the SWU!

The song is obviously a play on 'Wayfaring Stranger', but I listened to the Long John's version of it yesterday and kept thinking about how Clones must have their own songs and chants and musical culture, so here we are!

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“Klug is a painter. That's about it to him. He's friends with the local baker, Sig, but a few years ago, he had more friends. One such friend is Amitie, a rookie idol who wants to make her dreams come true. They are not similar in any ways, but perhaps their old friendship will reblossom, or perhaps something a bit more.”

Fresh from my google documents, this is the (slightly polished) fanfiction, “One Plain Loaf of Bread!” Now for consumption on the site that doesn’t make me gouge my eyes out!

For reference, this is a Steam City Alternate Universe! The Primp kids are 16 years old, or somewhere around that range! Some mentions of other characters!

“Which is why, you’re going to give me one plain loaf of bread!”

A painter and a baker stood on opposite sides of a counter. It was around 18:00. The air was calm. The only problem was Klug being louder than usual.

“Mr. Klug, this is a bug themed bakery..we don’t have plain bread.. we’re thrilled to have you here--” Sig’s face was truly thrilling “-- but it’s just not on the menu.”

Klug, upset, slammed his hand on the counter. “It’s just bread, Sig. I need plain bread to use as a model for an upcoming masterpiece! I mean, It’d certainly go well with a window-- wouldn’t it?” He stopped himself before speaking too much, clearing his throat. “Even faux bread will do the trick, Sig. You owe me.”

Sighing, Sig went to grab a single fresh loaf of bread, and plopped it into Klug’s free hand. “There you go…” He mumbled. “Go paint your thing.. I assume in your other hand is--” He picked up the slammed hand to reveal said payment: 5 bronze coins.

With a smug smile of victory, Klug took his bread and left the establishment. He looked around for an adequate vacant house. Luckily there was one close to a rather appealing train station. Klug found those rather interesting, though those usually had people.

Eyes on the prize, he left the loaf on the window, and began the sketch. With most of his work, he sketches the basics; foreground, light background, clouds, and some details. It was the painting part that was rare.

His focused eyes occasionally darted to the train station. How he wished he could paint there, painting the slow moving cogs, perhaps with blurs of people. It’d make for a rather nice landscape.

No, No! Focus! You have to focus, Klug!

Furiously sketching, Klug’s eyes shifted between his canvas and the house. Something’s..changed, he felt, but nothing felt truly different. When he finished, he took a sigh, and looked at his work.

There’s something in the way! A person! A girl, even!

This can’t be good, Klug thinks. This ruins the whole composition! Not very good! The girl was still there, so he called out to her. “You there!” He shouts, looking up from his sketch. “How long were you here?”

The sitting girl got up, with a confused look. “What? You didn't notice me? I’ve been here since the last train arrived! I was watching you draw!” She smiles, waddling over. “Well, I didn’t actually see it until now! You’re really good at it, Klug!”

Obviously embarrassed, Klug lifted his sketchbook, having the drawing face him, obscuring his lower face. “Who said you had permission to look?! You- hey, wait! How did you even know my name! I don’t recognize—“ He yelled, somewhat stumbling over his words.

She frowned. “That’s no way to treat one of your friends! Just ‘cuz you became unemployed and lonely doesn’t mean you have to forget we were once buddies! It’s Amitie! Don’t you remember?”

So this is Amitie? She’s a lot different in cat ears.

“First of all, I’m an AR-TIST! I make money by painting, and I’m the best in this town! And I’m not lonely either! I just spoke with Sig! That’s how I have bread to paint!” Klug points to the now empty window. “...Where’s the bread?”

Munching, Amitie looked at Klug. “Ahhh- might’ve taken it! I was hungry, sorry! But we can always buy some at Sig’s!” She offered. “He makes some good bread!”

Klug sighs heavily. “If you insist, Amitie. We can go for bread at Sig’s” He repeats. As Amitie dragged him, Klug felt a tinge of anger. He figured it was due to not being to finish his “masterpiece”

As the two enter the soon closing bakery, Amitie waves cheerfully. “BA-KER! SIG! WE’RE HERE!” She shouts, not aware of how annoying she is. “I know I offered, but I’m sooorta broke, so maybe you could pay for us, Klug?”

Confused, Klug raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you like… a stage performer? Wouldn’t you get paid, perhaps by anyone who hires you? You should be at least able to pay for our meal.” He explained, upset. “You.. ARE a stage performer, yeah?”

Amitie nervously presses her fingers. “I a~m. But.. ah-- I don’t have any popularity..soo nobody hires me!” She smiles, in a goofy, innocent, idiot way.

Whatever, Klug would’ve paid anyway. Unlike Amitie he is a responsible Adult (Perhaps in Steam standards, despite being considered a high schooler). He makes money. “Sig, we’ll have the Deloyala guttata decorated Baguette de Pan, s'il vous plait.”

Sig, blankly, nodded. “Yep, baguette, mottled tortoise top, mmhm..” He mumbled. “Y’can pay when it’s ready, glasses..” He vanished into the back, presumably to make said bread.

Klug and Amitie took a seat, Amitie childishly spinning. “It’s super nice of you to pa~ay for us Klug! Especially since I ate your bread! Sorry, by the way!” She spun. “And-- uh-- can I-- uh-- have the drawing you did? It’s super cute and you seem to think it’s not, so-- ah-- gimme!!”

On one hand, Klug HAD no use for it. On the other hand..

He crumpled it up and tossed it over the counter. “It doesn’t serve any purpose. You don’t need it...Oh, look, our food’s here” He diverted Ami’s attention, though she was a little sad.

“Here you go, Glasses, Ami, Mott Top Baguette.” Sig broke the bread and placed it next to the two. “May their journeys be safe.”

Amitie began to eat her half. “Oh gosh, this is so good! Sig really is the best at making these things!!” She exclaimed. “You’re the best!”

Sig smiled, a calm smile. “That’s nothing new. Everyone says that. Thank you, Ami.” He says, still there. Not like he can close up shop with two people still eating. They’re his friends too, right?

Klug ate his half too, watching Amitie with mild interest. Her eating manners are..not refined like the others, or himself for that matter. Despite that, a free hand lightly scribbled her silly eating way, somehow without Klug’s own knowledge.

“What’re you drawing, Glasses? It doesn’t look anything like your usual work..” Sig pointed out.

Excited, Amitie leaned her head over to the page. It was of her eating, in the similar manner she was drawn earlier. “Neat doodle, Klug!”

Once again embarrassed, Klug snapped back to the situation. “I didn’t notice—tch! Must be the lack of interesting scenery getting to me—” Klug mentally berated himself. “Regardless...Don’t get used to it, Amitie! You’re only being drawn because- well- erhm-“

Sig and Ami looked at Klug like he was crazy.

“Maybe it’s a sign of you wanting to draw people.” Sig suggested, looking at the display bread. “Your drawing of Amitie seems good anyway.”

Not sure of what else to say, Klug swallowed and nodded. “Suuure.. She’s...very.. Sketch friendly.” He awkwardly said. “Aaand she can.. Be.. a .. subject..” He trailed off.

Amitie, however, jumped up excitedly. “HOORAY! Klug’s gonna draw me! I bet that’ll attract so many people to my shows!! We can even have it held at the empty performance place near Suzuran Station!” Amitie rambled, throwing an arm over Klug’s shoulder. “You’re the greatest ever!”

Klug wasn’t expecting such a response, it took him by surprise. Well, Klug already knew he was the greatest ever, but hearing it from someone else felt really...good? That’s probably it.

Taking Ami’s wrist, Klug got up. “Come, I know a spot we can try at this hour.” He ordered, pulling her for once.

Sig watched the two leave. “Glasses..didn’t pay the bill.” He confusedly said. “I guess he’s too busy.. Spontaneous.”

•

As the two made their way towards a particular part of the city, the destination became more apparent. It was a random building’s rooftop, but it had a perfect view of the Massive Clock, which rung for 22:00

“Okay, Amitie.”

Klug began making preparations, moving Amitie’s limbs to see if there’s a pose he liked. Klug never made a planned picture for people, even in the few times he drew them. It wasn’t like Amitie’s special, but it’d be better to catch her AND the clock.

In the end, he positioned her in a way for her back to face him, and her head slightly tilted. Lightly getting a basic shape, Klug made some more minor adjustments, and finally, began work on the clock tower.

Amitie may be the star of whatever show she's on, but to Klug, something far more interesting is the landscape. Every fine detail must be captured, even as the clock’s hand’s move. “What time is best for you, Miss Amitie?”

Amitie, breaking her pose, turned completely back. “Oh! My concerts usually happen around 15:00! Why?”

Upset, Klug ceased his sketch to readjust Amitie. “You know, you sure move a lot. Do you want to be immortalized on paper form or not?” He asked, annoyed. “I suppose this can be a concert advertisement.. Whatever. Hold still from now on.”

Hands taking to the sheets, Klug finalized the clock with the time firmly on the 3. It was now time to finish the backdrop. Time advanced more and more, as Klug went from Backdrop, to Amitie, to working on the painting process. Klug was rather particular about this last part, seeing as so much can go wrong if he’s not careful. He’s..never really painted a whole human person, so he had less eyes on his paper, more so on Amitie, trying to guess what color she’d use under the lighting the clock had.

In the end, Klug decided to give in and just do Amitie slightly brighter than her real life counterpart, despite all the mental warnings. “Amitie! You can look now!” He called, waving to the girl.

“Woaaah..” Amitie gasped. “It’s so...realistic! Nothing like the sketches! You really pour your heart into this Klug! You should really turn this into a job of sorts!” She praised, squealing in cute Amitie noises.

“Amitie, this IS my occupation! You keep saying it’s not!” Klug explained, frustrated. “Regardless, it’s high time for you to sleep. I presume you want to perform tomorrow, so I’ll dry this off and hang it near the train station. Suzuran’s Performance Center, yeah?” He asked, waving a free wrist around.

Amitie nods, very excited. “Yep Yep! It’ll be so much fun! You’ll be there too, right Klug? You WERE a good artist and paid for our food, right?”

Klug didn’t say anything.

“You...You are coming..right?” Amitie asked again, her cheerful nodding now halted, her smile a frown. “Can you? You’ve never shown up to any of them! And I’d really appreciate it if you showed up this time!”

“I don’t need to see the performance. I’ve got work to do, Amitie.” Klug said, sounding not upset, but rather, as if he didn’t care. “You and I have different paths to follow, and it’s not likely we’ll reconnect.”

Amitie saw Klug begin to walk away, and went after him. “Hey, but, we never get to speak anymore! I didn’t even see you until today! I thought it’d be— I thought it’d be… I thought we could finally become friends again! Like we used to be!”

Klug paused while walking, and turned back to Amitie. “We’re not 10 anymore. We all have to do things more important than hang out. I have my job, and you have yours. You understand, right?”

Klug tore out the paper he drew on, the paint having since been dried at least an hour ago. “You can deal with your life, and I can deal with mine.” He said, handing it to Amitie.

“But wait!” Amitie cried out, but it was a bit too late.

Klug began to climb down and return to city level, leaving Amitie on her lonesome. Her performance? Her struggling career? Why should he care, he’s not her friend. That ship has long since sailed. He’s not spending money on something like that anyway.

A part of him was frustrated, angry with how Amitie was back, and only wished for self-gain: the eating of his centerpiece, the thought of the art being for her, the want of an audience…

But another part was... wanting to try to reach out. Did he want to go to a show? He never really enjoyed such. The thoughts were clashing and driving him mad.

•

While on his way home, another one of his childhood friends stopped him. One he would’ve rather not kept up with. “Hey! Do you know how late it is, Four Ey- I mean- Sir?!” She spat, obviously annoyed. It’s not very good to annoy someone with a weapon.

“..Salutations to you, too, Raffina. Amitie was taking most of my time up while I drew her. Her being fidgety didn’t help.” Klug explained. “Don’t you have better things to do than harass me?”

“Ohoho~” Raffina did her generic noble giggle. “I didn’t even know you still spoke with any of us. I thought you were ‘too good to be shackled to nobodies’ like us.” She mocked, her smile now malicious in nature

“I wasn’t speaking to her out of any desire! It was for business. She and I don’t associate with each other.” Klug argued back. “Amitie’s nothing more than a silly person I was formerly acquaintances with.”

Raffina rolled her eyes. “So you claim” She sarcastically replied. “Tell you the truth, I saw you with her earlier. What business would you have to speak to a customer not once, not twice, but THREE times!”

Raffina prodded a finger at Klug’s chest, knowing the truth was basically all but revealed. “Well, am I right?” She said in a low tone. “Perhaps you’re more of a Sham Artist! Or maybe you’re not as high-and-mighty as you believe yourself to be. What’s the truth, goody-two-shoes!” She continued, her taunting purposefully annoying.

“Hey! I’m not a sham, and I’m at least better than the likes of you! At least I’m not— faux…intimidating!” Klug pushed Raffina away, slowly but surely losing the carefully crafted coolness. “I’ve told you before, I’m a scenery artist! Its beauty can’t compare to any living person!”

Raffina frowned, upset with Klug. Readying her special, golden whip, her glare cutting deeply into the boy, her voice hissed. “You’re lying, I know it. You were never good at pretending. You should just admit you’re a fraud or I’ll have to strike you!” She said, though inreality, she didn’t really have the authority to strike him, but the intimidation was what mattered in the scenario.

“You do- you don’t scare me, Raffina! You’re all bark!” Klug sputtered, trying to stop the conversation. “What are you even trying to get at! What does me hanging with Amitie equate to me being a sham!” He says, trying to come up with increasingly silly excuses. Really makes him sound like Amitie.

With a sigh and a grin, Raffina, for lack of a better term, cracked the whip. “You can just admit it, you know! Just say something, you lousy excuse of a human person!”

Klug bit his lip, trying not to yelp of fear. “Ack!” He squeaked. “I owe you nothing!” He took off, holding onto his sketchpad as he left for his house, wherever that may be.

Setting the pad on the bed table, Klug laid down and sighed. Amitie wasn’t his friend, and nor was Raffina. Why were they even childhood friends in the first place, none of them really connect to each other. Klug tried to remember as he also tried to sleep.

•

Eight years ago.

That was when Klug’s friend, Sig, introduced him to Amitie. Klug can’t exactly remember when exactly he met Sig, but he definitely remembers meeting Amitie through him. For a brief while, it was just those 3, until Amitie introduced them to Raffina.

Raffina was a lot nicer back then. She was still uppity, but she wasn’t really cruel towards her friends. Soon after, Lidelle came, a friend of Raffina’s and Amitie’s. Klug remembers Lidelle, she occasionally talks to him even now. The only reason both groups were connected were due to Amitie. She united Raffina and Lidelle, and due to her friendship with Sig, Klug joined too.

Amitie was truly a good person, Klug used to think.

6 years ago, they all split. Not because of an accident, but due to them all wanting to pursue different dreams. It just so happens that a Stage Performer and an Artist don’t meet that much. Raffina didn’t entirely believe in Klug either.

Hell, it’s probably her fault Amitie keeps calling him unemployed!

Simpler times.

In the back of his head, Klug thought about Amitie, and the show she asked him to attend. He wasn’t really intending on going, nor did he really want to.

He.. hasn’t seen Amitie in a long time— he’s seen Raffina enough (unfortunately.), and he’s on okay terms with Lidelle and Sig.. but he doesn’t recall seeing Amitie before now since maybe when they were 12 or so.

Tomorrow’s another day, though. He has to make some purchases, anyway.

•

Amitie was resisting the urge to stick her head out a window. She LOVED trains, and the idea of going from here to there was SUPER exciting! Especially with her greatest friends! Granted, the train was still getting passengers, so it was, well, still.

Raffina sat down with Lidelle, the two trying to see if the light generator made by Witch would work in a bird. Their results: Birds are allergic to light on the inside. They explode.

“M-Miss Ami! We may have a slight problem with how these things work! We might have to cancel the sparkling birds!!” Lidelle panicked. “We have lights working there, right?” She asked, leaning her head to get a better look at Amitie.

“Eh? We’ll have it covered, don’t worry Lidelle!” She smiles, waving to tell her it’ll be okay. “B’sides! As long as you guys can see it, it’s good, right?” She eagerly went to sit with her friends.

Raffina and Lidelle looked at each other.

“...Don’t tell me!” Amitie sniffed.

Raffina cleared her throat. “Well-- I can’t exactly leave the Primp District, it’s my sworn duty to protect it, you know! Suzuran is a lot more dangerous, especially with all the news I hear. It’s rather worrying you’re going yourself..” She continued.

“We- I- It’s what I- well- I even advertised it!” Amitie strung together. “So, everyone has to come, right?” She tried to assure herself, fearing for a repeat of last night.

Lidelle began to try to say something, to even agree to come, but Raffina put a hand on her shoulder. “I-I don’t think I should go, Ami—“ She mumbled. “We’ll work on the birds! I-I wish you the best of smiles in your audience! You’ll be the best performer ever! You-”

“We don’t have time for this; the doors are gonna be closing!” Raffina ordered, dragging Lidelle by the sleeve. “Don’t screw up for us, Ami!” She winked, as the girls left the train. The two maidens let out a sigh of relief.

“I...feel really bad for Ami.. she’s gonna be somewhere dangerous without anyone to protect her! Raffina, you should’ve gone!” Lidelle whimpered, holding her desaturated sleeves to her face. “You wouldn’t want Amitie hurt, o-or perish the thought, killed.. Right?”

Raffina thought about it, looking at the train, seeing the back of Amitie’s head, most likely sulking. “You know as much as I do that I wouldn’t want Amitie hurt.. but she’ll be in the performance center. There’ll be people there.. if she’s attacked, someone will save her. I hope…” She reasoned.

Lidelle pondered, before realizing something. “Do you know if Sig’s going? Or even Klug?” She asked, concerned with her other friend’s safety.

Raffina responded with a blank stare and a monotonous answer; “Why would Klug go? When’s the last time he’s been so much as not rude to us? Just yesterday, he lied like a rug, of course he’s not going.”

Lidelle, tearing up, stepped away from Raffina. “U-uhm, you know, that’s not very..” She quickly blinked away her tears, trying to bring forth her ability to stand up for herself. “That’s mean! You probably don’t know what Klug is going through! He could be in a terrible situation-- o-or he could be really broke-- o-or someone close might’ve died!” She asserts, unaware that the topic of the discussion has gotten on the train.

As the doors shut behind Amitie, she looked at her bickering friend’s. They could’ve at least gotten along before they abandoned her. It doesn’t matter anyway! Amitie will perform for more smiles! It’ll be fine!

A curly redhead scuttled across the train cart, hat bouncing off her head. “Ex-cuse me! Pardon! Is there a “Miss Amitie” on board?” She panted, almost like she changed carts often looking for Amitie.

Amitie raised her hand. “Yep! That’s me! Amitie! I’m gonna become the best-est performer!” Her cheerful disposition returned, almost as if it never left. “Is it another letter from my Teacher?” She thought aloud, bursting with anticipation.

The redhead pulled out a rather fancy looking envelope, handing it to Amitie. “This is actually from someone anonymous! They told me to not disclose their identity, but it’s from them!” She smiled warmly. “It must be lovely to receive secret letters, Miss Amitie. I hope your letter is jam packed with care!”

The girl trotted off, likely to deliver a different letter.

Amitie not-so-carefully opened her own. It wasn’t marked with a paw print, so this definitely isn't a beloved Teacher note. But it’s the contents that matter. Ami’s eyes directed themselves at the top.

The letter, of course, was another one from Arle. Something about being unable to make it, but wishing her the best. Amitie really admired Arle… she was a singer like her, but everyone seems to go where she goes, even if it’s somewhere scary. She even took off when she was 16 years old! Amitie has to be like her, at least she hopes!

“Warm Regards…” Amitie finished, as she smiled. What a nice letter. She put it away.

As the train came to a screeching halt, Amitie hopped off. This was Suzuran District..it’s way cooler than Raffina said it was! Where’s the scary? It’s so modern-er! Even simple folk are cute too, like that running curly drilled girl! Suzuran District! It’s like Primp, but Neater!!

Next to the station was indeed a performance center. Amitie pushed the doors open to let in that sweet Suzuran air. This was indeed the place advertised, wasn’t it? It’s as good as any place, so it’s time to mark it under “used”!

After setting it right smack on the door, Amitie hid behind a convenient curtain. “It’s so exciting to perform...ehehe! I can’t wait for everyone to come. If it was almost 14:30 when I got he- wait what if Suzuran runs at a different time!? I better-- perfor- blwah!”

Amitie fiddled with the backstage, since it wasn’t really supervised anyway. She fiddled with the lights, and even found props! She didn’t need those, anyway.

14:45, the time was coming soon. Amitie took out her partner: a pink little radio that the inventor, Witch, had made. The Radio was special, in that it was more of a modern record player; you’d use it to play already recorded music, rather than tuning in to a station.

14:59, the time was set. Amitie and the radio shaped player stepped onto the stage. There was only darkness, which she had set up herself. With nothing to do, she tapped the microphone, getting a test.

Tapping the microphone caused a spotlight onto her to be cast. In that light, she could see the crowd.. or rather, the audience…

The audience was..empty..

There’s nobody here… none of her friends, none of the people of Suzuran. Did she not advertise it well enough? Did nobody bother? Did Klug write some secret message to say “DO NOT COME SEE THIS SHOW”?

Sniffling, Amitie expected this. Her tears hit her shoes, despite this being a natural outcome. But..she was here anyway, right? She might as well go anyway. The stage is hers.

Amitie turned on the radio, a song starting up with a light sputter. She worried the radio would explode, but.. the music came out fine! A miracle!

She began to sing, words falling like-- well, there’s no metaphor that properly encapsulates how mediocre she is. But it’s that! It wasn’t how good it was or how many people were watching. Despite her crying, she still went on, with her song geared around how much she loved the breakfast meal from a place she went to when she was a kid.

・

Watching from outside, Klug peaked his head in to see how many people were exactly viewing. As expected, zero. He almost felt bad for Amitie. He also, more importantly, felt insulted that nobody liked the advertisement!

Wait, why does that matter?

Regardless, hearing Amitie go on anyway, drew him towards the performance center itself. Despite its darkness, Klug could tell why nobody came— the place looks like it hasn’t seen actual usage… ever? But yet, there Amitie was: singing her heart out to an audience of now one.

Taking a seat close to the front, Klug hid his head down, watching from an awkward angle. It’s apparently very hard to see her face, or the full view of her cheering and shouting and singing, but at least she can’t see him. His hands were screaming to draw the backdrop behind her, but he didn’t take out the book. He wasn’t here to draw.

Amitie, pausing in the midst of one of the later songs, had gotten a brief glimpse of her audience member. The sweat rolling down her forehead felt as if it was not there anymore… no matter how tired she is, at least there’s somebody!

The general mood of the show changed, as Amitie felt even more full of the passion she had for bringing joy, her smiling even brighter, and how her voice refused to give out— even as she screamed out a lyric in the final song, she would not let herself flop.

By now, Klug was tired of seeing Amitie from an ant eye’s view, so he got himself back into his chair, which was unfortunately when Amitie’s song ended. The girl was panting, almost like she was tired.

“Whew...how was that? Did I put a..smile on your face? I… wow… hah..” Amitie says, smiling at her audience. “You know.. whew.. I can see you… right there!” She goofily points at Klug, who has tried to hide again.

“A-uh- how long did you notice me?! My plan was perfect to sneak in, you airheaded idiot blonde!” He angrily yelled, mostly out of shock. “..how long did you know about me watching..” He mumbled, genuinely curious.

Amitie got down from the stage to the seat in front of Klug’s. “I’m not stupid! Even if I’m clumsy, a little bit forgetful, and not too good at money, I’m perceptive!” She grins. “I noticed since you got here! It made me feel a lot better knowing one of my friends was watching me.” She admits, still staring right at Klug.

The two awkwardly stared at each other, before Klug broke the silence. “You consider me a friend? You don’t need to. You’ve got the other three.” He questioned, despite feeling rather honored that Amitie at least considers him a friend despite them only remeeting again recently.

“Well, of course!” Amitie asserts. “You and I and Sig were friends for a long time, so it’s fair of me to consider you two super duper DUPER close!” She illustrates, lacing her own fingers. “The only way this could’ve been better is if Sig was here!”

Klug sighs. The feeling of importance was fun while it lasted.

“Regardless, I think I’m going to continue being here, you wanna come with, Klug?” Amitie invites, holding a hand closer to Klug’s side of the chairs. “I mean, since you’re here an’all!”

Klug thought about it. This was...like… an outing, right? One two friends would have? Nodding, he took Amitie’s hand. “Ahh..uhmm.. On a few conditions!” He decides, his answer lightening up Ami’s eyes.

“Firstly!! Do not mention this to anyone! You and I being friends shouldn’t be a big deal!… Raffina would never let me hear the end of it.” Klug began.

Amitie nods. “Okey-dokey! A secret it will be! What else is there?”

“Secondly, We start HERE! I want to capture these seats in canvas form!” Klug continued.

Amitie nods. “Oh, sure! We can stay for a while! Want to sit on the stage? It’s got a great view!” She lifts the two of them up, as they went to sit down on the stage.

As Amitie dangled her feet around, Klug cleared his throat for her attention. “And-- thirdly, you’re most likely tired and hungry from your performance, yeah?” He asked, knowing full well Amitie would say she was.

When he got the confirmation, he smugly grinned. “Close your eyes.” He orders, and Ami listens. “Don’t think of it as a ‘gift’ by the way. I just thought you may enjoy a little present to remind you of Sig. You like that, huh?”

Klug handed her one plain loaf of bread. “This was something you stole a while back, and I figured you enjoyed it…” He began.

Amitie readied to snatch it, but restrained herself. “Wow, so you bought it again? For real?” She asked, grateful.

Klug dropped it in her hands, immediately taking out the sketchbook to divert his eyes away from her. “Well- er- whatever! Let me work!”

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oh my god i would LOVE a tutorial on the amazing way you draw eyelashes! it's such a small detail but it makes such a difference i think. also I Get It, jisung is your muse just like felix is my muse. neither of us can be normal about how much we need to draw them i understand completely, i'm just blown away but how quickly you can make such amazing looking art when it takes me a calender year to finish anything lmao

anyway this is me looking at your art

I will try to make a traditional tutorial whilst I'm away <3 I'll also make a digital one when I'm back too! Mmmhm, Hannie and Lino - I dunno what it is about painting the two of them, but it's just really calming? Like, I'm sure you get it 100% and any other artist that has a favourite (or a few) to draw will understand what I'm talking about. 100% I'd call them my muses, I think it kinda flips back and forth between the two because I've a lot of Lee Know's I've painted too hahaha And ofc the more I paint the both of them the easier it gets, which makes them more enjoyable to paint! Ahhh thank youu! I still think I'm pretty slow :') I think it depends on the portrait and the detail involved and whether I decide to be lazy on some features - ie. how much sanity I'm willing to sacrifice on a shirt or necklace :') [I really hate painting chains LOL] Some paintings [like my latest HAN] take 5ish hours? (or at least that's what I'm guessing from how long the time-lapse is - CSP doesn't record paint time *sigh*) and then some take anywhere from 10 to 18 hours? [I think my THE SOUND HAN took roughtly 14 hours, because of all the detail]. I'd like to get faster - but I'd also rather focus on my technique for now to continue getting better at that and understanding "my style" better and working on making my work my own, rather than a "copy" as my dad likes to call them :') I posted a resources' thing on (some of) the brushes I use! Here. They are all brushes I've paid for, but I also know there's a tone of resources out that that are free and maybe it may help knowing what to look for if it's something you (or anyone reading this) is potentially interested in looking in to! I'll make a post when I'm back about them more in-depth, how I use them and also which standard brushes I use and how I use them too! Since I never watched tutorials or looked at them, everything I've learnt to date is all through trail and error, so I'm not sure if I'm the best to make things, but maybe people will find them helpful :D I'd like to add, and this REALLY goes for everyone - please never be ashamed or embarrassed of how long your art takes to create, or where you are in your personal progress, or of your "failures" or something that didn't quite turn out how you wanted it too - art is made with love and that's the only thing that should matter. If you love and enjoy what you are doing - who cares how long it takes or if it's not perfect?! (I actually love the imperfections in my art because it shows that they were made by a person). Take the last piece you did and learn from it, note what worked and what didn't and take it with you to the next piece! Creating, painting, drawing, ect - digital or traditional is muscle memory - the more you do it the easier it'll become <3

#answered #genia <3 #ily thank you <3

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perexcri · 1 year

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For the fanfic thing, please

2, 3 and 11 for To Hell and Back

4, 9, 13, and 15 a flower that resembles you

If that’s too many you can veto what you don’t wanna do☺️

I hope you are doing wonderfully, Perc!!

hi Vee!! i love all of these so i'm gonna answer them but put them under the cut because i don't know how to answer things succinctly lol

first off: To Hell and Back Again :D

2: What scene did you first put down?

basically Chapter 6: Castle!! i originally just wrote a one shot that was this chapter (with some parts that ended up in chapter 5 as well), and after a few weeks i started trying to turn it into the story that it became

3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

i honestly do not know? i remember this one less for the actual writing than i do the plot and characters, so i had to dig around a little, but i did find one line i think about fairly often:

Opening his mouth, Mike tries to get the words out–any words–but they won't come. They tangle in his throat, and his own tears pool in his eyes instead. Against the burning aches in his joints, how the backpack still digs into his shoulders, Mike reaches out on his own. He takes his bloodied, cut hand and presses it to Will's cheek, just to feel the pain and know it's real.

11: What do you like best about this fic?

first of all, i’m just glad i finished a long/time-consuming creative project T_T i hadn’t done one in so long and i always feel awful because i constantly start things and never finish them, but writing this helped me prove to myself that i can actually complete long projects

i also really like that i took my own spin on the apocalypse byler concept. i know it ended up definitely taking a more serious/angsty turn about halfway through, but i like that i tried to approach them getting stuck in the upside down with a more humorous lens. when i first wanted to do an apocalypse byler fic, i tried to think of ways i could make the concept more fun for me, and i’m happy with what i ended up with :D

now: A Flower That Resembles You

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

ooooh okay so my favorite line of dialogue is actually from the last chapter for the whole fic (which i already wrote because i was in dire need of some serotonin in church one day lol). so!! i can’t post it, but i’ll take this one from tonight’s update instead :D

“Do you hear it?” Mike asked in the silence of the dark one night. Just a few minutes earlier, the bells had chimed for midnight.

“Hm?” Will groaned into his half of the pillow, cheek squished up against one of his eyes.

Mike shifted a little, just enough that Will could tell he was craning his neck, trying to get a good look at him. “The sea. You can hear the waves in the distance.”

(it’s a few lines of dialogue but let’s just pretend it counts lol)

9: Were there any alternate versions of this fic?

not of this fic specifically, but like my last a/n said, there’s a lot of the world-building that i’m borrowing from an original story i’ve had sitting in my brain for like 8 years now!! the biggest difference between this fic and my original idea is that my original idea took place in a more industrialized city - think the industrializing north in the US during the like 1870s-1890s. if i ever get to working on it some more, i definitely want to keep that industrialized setting!! i opted for the kind of medieval/fantasy setting here because i thought it would work better with the characters (and give me an excuse to draw from my many hours of watching Merlin lol)

13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

ahhh i love music questions!! ok so i have the playlist for this fic, of course, but i listen to the full version that i have on private on my account right now. i listen to the whole thing about once a day while i’m at work, just to keep the vibes in my head so it’s easier to write!!

i do mainly remember/classify my fics by what albums and artists i listened to a lot while working on them (even if they do have an official playlist that goes with them). so, in my head, i classify this fic mainly as a Dance Fever, Get Behind Me Satan, and Love Yourself: Tear fic! Dance Fever for the vibes and religious undertones, Get Behind Me Satan because the entire album is centered around truth, and Love Yourself: Tear because that’s the album that The Truth Untold (the song this fic is based off of) is from :D

15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

i’ve learned a lot about perseverance T_T i hit a point a few weeks ago where i was seriously considering dropping this idea for a while (for lots of reasons not wholly related to the story itself, but still). i’ve been stuck on it for a while and keep worrying i’m not gonna be able to tie it all together, but it’s a story i really want to tell, and convincing myself to finish it solely for that reason has helped me find a bit more joy in actually working on it (even if i am regularly banging my head on my keyboard trying to get from point a to point b)

AHHHHHH apologies for it being so long, but thank you so much for the questions Vee!! i loved getting to answer them :] 💜💜💜

#ask

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I just finished reading Fermata I am so sorry it took so long. I had to read it over a few days 😩 But I just had to send this message to ask about the settings. I want to love in this world so badly and I wonder if you would ever use AI to show us exactly how you imagined the world looking? Just your description of the throne room and the tower of the dead had me gasping for air. I feel like I just read a book. Thank you for giving us this FOR FREE

ahhh hi anon!!!! thank you so much for reading it!! i’m so happy you enjoyed it!! i’ve actually never considered this? i’ve seen lots of people use AI on tiktok and stuff and i would love to im just not familiar with the systems or how to use them. art was never my strong suit like i cannot draw or paint which is why i got into film and writing. if i ever figure out how to do it i’ll definitely share it 💗

#the cutest anons!

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hi ray! i'm curious to know how ur writing process goes so i have a bunch of questions for u to answer if you're up for it 😊

1. where do u usually draw inspo for ur fics?

2. how long does writing a reaction take u compared to full-blown works (like series, one-shots, etc.)

3. how do u cope with writer's block?

4. when coming up with specific scenarios for each member, do u consider their IRL traits & characteristics when writing or do u just come up with a plot that could apply to all the boys?

and finally...

5. how tf are u so talented at sharing stories (so much so that ur updates are the ONLY thing i look forward to these days)? 💗

i apologize in advance if these questions are intrusive; ily tysm and have a nice day!

Hii lovely anon!! I definitely am up for it ahhh this is something I've never done before.

Here we go:

1. Inspiration for fics:

I usually get inspired by random moments during the day. Most of the time, I get an idea for a plot either by the k-dramas that I watch, which I try and modify according to my taste (almost always includes adding some more angsty scenarios to it). Other times, I get random ideas when I'm studying - I'm not even sure how - the idea just pops into my head. I also tend to write out a scene that plays out in my head right after I get inspired to write it so that I don't lose the touch and the burst of energy that I got for that piece.

I also do get a lot of ideas from my friends and close ones. Be it them directly telling me to write about something or just a part of their life that appears to be worth writing about. Quite a few works on my blog have been inspired by the lovely @persefoneniverse , so of course, I also try to work with an idea that has been given to me, trying to fit it into my style of writing.

Works that have been written outside of the influence of others would entirely be inspired by real-life experiences that I've lived through. During Happier (the longest fic I've ever written) - I included descriptions of poor health which were struggles that I've faced when I was at my lowest. There are several instances where I've recreated a scene from my life - just as it is - like Taehyung's and Seokjin's reaction to the reader fainting, it's funny but I've fainted exactly the same way. So yes, I also tend to rely on situations I've been in, it gives me an idea as to how a person truly feels - the emotions that they experience and express, the pain and it's intensity, etc. - instead of just trying to make a wild guess as to what would be an appropriate reactions of person x to y and z.

2. How long I take to write:

Tbh, it entirely depends on my mood. Sometimes I sit to write during a short break that I've taken from my studies (which is about 30 minutes) so I finish almost 3-4/7 member's reactions. When I'm completely in the mood to write and do nothing else, I take much longer, almost 1.5 hours to write one reaction set.

Sometimes the ideas for the reactions just come straight to me, sometimes I struggle to come up with them. So including the time that I utilize to come up with an idea (i try to keep every scenario different and unique so that my works don't appear repetitive), writing it out, finding appropriate GIFs (which surprisingly takes much longer than I thought), I'd say that it takes me at least 2 hours to write a reaction set.

Longer fics, on the other hand, take me quite some time. I took 4 weeks to write Happier (my longest fic so far - 25k words). I'm not that great at being consistent tbh, so most of the times, I write for a while and then I stop. So that's one of the reasons why they take so long. Building characters, the settings, the plot, etc. takes up quite some time too, but once I've completed those, I'd say half my job is done.

3. Coping with writer's block:

There are quite a few things I do when I go through a writer's block. Firstly, I stop writing. This really proved to be useful to me because the more I used to struggle, the more I used to run away from writing. So to avoid that, whenever I feel stuck, I just stop writing. It takes me about a week to refresh my mind and get back to it.

I try to read and explore different genres and authors. I'm a big Nicholas Sparks fan, I've got a hard copy of every single book that he's ever written and his works are officially my 'cure to writer's block'. His language is simple and style of writing is spectacular. The way he plays with a character blows my mind - so naturally, this inspires me to try and do the same.

I also watch a lot of horror movies when I go through a writer's block. I don't know how, but it helps. Not majorly for the plot, but tiny elements in scenes usually stand out even more when I struggle to write - it's almost like a detector for ideas lol - and I get thoroughly inspired by the little things in movies. Be it the villain's emotions (fear/rage/revenge/pain) or even an outfit that someone wore or the food they ate, everything usually stands out even more and helps me quite a bit.

Lastly, reading my own works helps me get out of a writer's block too. It reminds me what I'm capable of and highlights areas I could improve, so yeah, that's pretty much it hahaha.

4. Choosing traits that match the member's personality?

I'm so glad you've asked me this ahhh. Yes, I always try to give a character a trait that matches the true identity of the individual, since I'm writing about the members. This has been sometimes that I've been following from the very beginning. I used to read a lot of fanfiction before I began writing, and it used to frustrate me when a few writers would give some of the members a characteristic which is totally unlike them. That had been one of the reasons why I started this blog. I wanted to write stuff that was realistic, something that someone could read and go, "damn, I can totally see them reacting/behaving that way". That's my reward, honestly. It's something that I've been doing from the start and when people notice that in my writing, it makes me feel like I've accomplished something that I was working towards.

I'll give you an example of describing the member's true identity through a piece of writing. I read somewhere that 'Jin is the youngest in his family but the eldest of the group, and Taehyung is the eldest in his family and one of the youngest in the group, so sometimes Taehyung tends to take care of Jin the way an elder would.' I read this a long time ago and it really stuck with me. It gives you an idea of how complex a person's behavior could be, and over time, it helps in building up the character of the person you're writing about.

5. Talented? Pfft- nah

This...whatever I do here, is something that I never planned on doing. In school, I'd always be at the top of my class in English and I'll never forget the day my English teacher told my mum to 'stop making me watch sad movies because it's showing in my essays.' LMAO this is where I get the angst streak from. My essays in school used to be so bloody depressing and blue that anyone who'd read it would become sad, and I guess this has been something I unknowingly used to do from a very very long time. I should try to look up some of the answer sheets from them and show you guys what I would write ahhh this is inspiring me right now lol.

The funniest thing, or rather the irony of the situation is that my spoken English SUCKS. I have no idea why. I've been trying to improve on my speaking skills for years now, but everything that sounds so good in my head just turns into gibberish when I speak it ARGH. This is why I've had so many people tell me that my English is horrible. It used to hurt me a lot, I'd feel really insulted, and naturally, I used writing to try and improve at least some part of my English. One of the biggest accomplishments is getting my mum to finally say "you're English is actually pretty good." like yes mom, I've been writing for years now lol. So yeah, I really wouldn't call this my talent. It's something that I've tried to mold and sharpen and shape instead of just being handed a ready-made piece, you know? I've fallen and rubbed my nose against the floor countless of times in embarrassment, but this has also taught me what it feels like to hold my head high.

Something that Namjoon spoke during a conference when he was asked how he stays humble. I'd never be able to stop if I begin writing about his sexy brain but yeah he said something about considering himself to be just 5% of the entire picture. That hit me like a truck. It really brought my pride to the floor and humbled me in an instant. Because that's what I want to do, too. What started out as a hobby has now become an activity that so many people are a part of, which I couldn't be more grateful for. It gives me a chance to offer a part of me that sometimes helps people, comforts them, lightens up their mood, gives them the inspiration, etc. which has always been my motive behind writing.

The fact that you've been looking forward to my stories makes me so happy, dear anon. I cannot begin to express how grateful I am to you, and to each and every reader that is a part of this beautiful journey of my life. None of these questions were intrusive, don't worry hahaha. I've always wanted to be open about everything I struggle with or even the little accomplishments that come my way every now and then, and I'm really really happy that I got to do this :))

*sigh* phew, that was a lot. I hope you haven't grown bored ;)

#I hope you have a wonderful day sweet anon!!#thank you for this #and I love you too!!!#lovely anons

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kiribakus-wifes · 1 year

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Rainy day - (My OC) fan fiction, fluff, Short Story

Parirings: Eijiro Kirishima x Asami Sato (My OC)

Note: This is a short story that has my oc in it so its not a y/n. I have to start writing my oc's info book but I will after I post this book I am new to writing fan fiction and I wanted to give it a try since I like writing essays and reading fan fictions. This is a fluff romance story of Eijiro Kirishima x Asami Sato that is the name of my oc I hope you guys like it and please correct me and give me tips on my writing I want to improve and make you guys happy so please let me know with all your feedback🤍

All characters are aged up and have graduated UA highschool some of my calculations might be off when I do write my OC info book. Please don’t mind it 🥲 I hope you enjoy.

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It's been four years since my boyfriend Eijiro Kirishima asked me to move in with him after we graduated UA. I still couldn't believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with him as I'm in my own thoughts laying on the couch waiting for Eiji to come home.

Eijiro has been training so hard to become one of the top heroes so he's always so busy but so am I since I'm a hero too. It is currently nine o’ clock pm. I took a few days off from hero duties because Eijiro believed I needed rest when he noticed I wasn't sleeping much at night and almost falling asleep during conversations but all I wanted to do was get back out onto the field and stop villains, but he gave me a stern look when I said I was fine and laughed about taking a few days off so I knew he was being serious.

I haven't really been away from him for more than a day or two so I knew I wasn't going to survive not seeing him for so long. He had a busy schedule so he would try not to call when he wanted to let me know he was safe at four in the morning when he got to the hotel from a mission he just finished, but I would already be up because I couldn't sleep without him there… so much for taking some days off.

We would text and call here and there but today he hasn’t texted much but he did say he was on a very hard mission and not to worry too much about him which was hard as it is.

I missed Eijiro so much, I missed fighting alongside him and making jokes about having kids one day but the biggest thing I missed most about him are his warm tight hugs. I've been laying on this couch for what felt like hours.

I put on twilight hoping it would distract me from not crying and feeling lonely but of course that failed. I was on the verge of tears until I heard a ding go off from my phone I quickly picked up my phone to see a text from “My Sharkboy” the text said,

My sharkboy– Hey pebble, i'm sorry i haven't texted you in a while i know you must have been worried about me but dont worry anymore i'm safe and im coming home very soon if your asleep which i hope you are i love you sleep well <3

Me- ahhh eiji i missed you so so much, you're coming home yayyy! when will you be here i miss your cuddles

My Sharkboy- Asami your supposed to be resting, but i missed you more my love i'll be home in fifteen minutes so better be ready for so much hugs and kisses im driving right now and it's starting to pour so i'll see you soon pebble i love you

Me- Okayy eiji please drive carefully in the rain i can't wait to see you i love you more <3

I jumped off the couch smiling so much I was so excited to see him I knew he would be sore and tired so since it was raining I decided I'd draw him a warm bath.

I used some coconut scented soap to make scented bubbles in the warm water and I put some rose petals from some flowers that were almost dying near the door leading up to our bathtub into our room. Then I lit a few candles by the bathtub.

I wanted to try to do something special since he's always working so hard and never really gets a break and always making sure I relax before himself. He deserves this as I was lighting the last candle on the edge of the tub when I heard a knock from the front door. It startled me and I almost fell into the tub but thank goodness I catched myself before a disaster happened.

I ran to the door checking the peep hole and lou and behold I could faintly see a tall red haired figure standing there. I did almost doubt myself since he said he would be here in fifteen minutes and that didn't really seem like fifteen minutes. I cautiously opened the door and there he was my face lit up as I looked into his ruby red eyes and saw how happy he looked to see me.

Looking back at me he looked like such a cute wet dog, I let him walk in only a little bit and I had gotten a better look at him in the bright light. His used to be tall gel liked red hair was all down in his face his sharp toothy smile showing he was soaked from head to toe but I didn't care I missed him a lot so I jumped up on him hugging him tight like I was a koala.

He chuckled at my actions “well someone really did miss me a lot” he said smiling with one hand on my back and the other scratching his neck nervously. I looked at him, grinning from ear to ear “Of course I did Eiji, I have a surprise for you”. He looked at me and then looked down, seeing all the petals and some dead ones on the floor. “Oh yea?” He smiled, putting me down.

Once I touched the floor I pushed him a little to follow the trail I made. We made our way to the bathtub, it was dark but the lit up candles made it a nice dim light.

We were in the doorway to our bathroom. I was so nervous it was so quiet and I couldn't see Eijiro's face since he was in front of me and he hadn't said a word. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Was it too cheesy for him? He turned around and bent down, giving me a tight hug.

He had his head in my neck so I could feel his cheeks were a bit wet so I moved his face to get a better look at him. He had some tears streaming down his face, "Eiji why are you crying.." I asked with a worried tone he looked at me and gave my forehead a wet kiss "because my pebble is so sweet to me" we both smiled and embraced each other for a little longer before I realized kirishima was still wet I told him to undress and get in the tub he did as told and got in.

We havent seen eachother in a while so when he was fully exposed getting in the tub it made my heart skip a beat I was always nervous about stuff like that even if we've been together for so long but Eijiro on the other hand didn't seem to mind he would always laugh every time I tried to turn around to not look at him my face would be as he called it “red as a tomato”.

He got in he looked so relaxed and at ease I always loved his hair down it's so cute, I picked up his soggy hero suit and put it in the wash when I came back to the bathroom Eijiro looked like he'd had fallen asleep in the tub I giggled a little and one of his eyes opened looking at me then his red eyes looked me up and down. “Aren't you gonna come join me pebble?” I leaned on the side of the wall looking at him and crossed my arms. “This is for you Eiji not me, I'll still keep you company if you would like?” He looked at me and then turned his head back to his resting position.

He closed his eyes and patted the side of the tub motioning for me to sit next to him. I made my way over to him rubbing the top of his head, "can you have your back toward me eiji i want to wash you up" he looked at me in awe and smiled "okay love" he turned and I grabbed the wash cloth wetting it and adding soap to it making it soapy I scrubbed him knowing he might fall asleep in my lap with how much he relaxed into my touch.

I loved every second of it. It was such a passionate sensual moment I think we both needed this. Once I was done washing him all up and I let him rest a little while longer I knew the bath was starting to get cold so I grabbed a dark red towel that I had warmed up in the dryer beforehand. “Eiji.. wake up eiji” his eyes slowly opened. He shivered a little and looked at me with so much love behind his eyes. “Time to get out eiji the water is getting cold”

He stood up without warning me, I was close to him and just looked up at him. I didn't have enough time to react so I stood up very quickly as well nervously looking at him. He laughed, I handed him the towel looking away. "You're so cute when you act like this is your first time seeing me pebble" he wrapped the towel around his waist stepping out of the tub. I nervously laughed leaning down to drain the tub when I felt a presence behind me. "Eiji what are you doin-" My sentence was cut off when two big pairs of hands turned my body around and lifted me up, my legs were wrapped around his waist, the towel hanging on by a thread and my eyes met with his ruby red ones. My face was probably so red as he carried me to our shared bedroom.

He gently put me down on our bed and walked over to our closet, I crossed my legs watching him. He dropped the towel and I turned around with my face in my hands. I heard shuffling behind me and then footsteps coming toward me, “you can turn around now pebble”. I turned to meet kirishima face to face. He grabbed my face softly and kissed me on the lips. I smiled through the kiss because of the cute gesture. We were like that for what felt like a long time but I didn't mind after we were done sharing the little cute moment he asked me “do you want to watch a movie pebble before bed?” I looked at him grinning he knows I love watching movies with him so he said okay and chuckled I ran to the living room and kitchen to turn off the tv and lights I had left on distracted by Eijiro coming home, then I ran back to the room I walked in on Eijiro fixing the bed the tv was on and the lights were off but the red L.E.D lights shining through the back of the tv made a dimly lit up room.

I smiled so happily to be able to have him safe and home. He got in the bed and saw me standing there. I saw his toothy smile and then saw his hand. He patted the bed and moved the fluffy blankets and huge stuffed bear he got me when he had to leave one time it smelled just like him and was in a shark onesie pajama. I loved that bear so much. It was the best gift he's ever gotten me. I got in bed and scooted next to his side. He was so warm and smelled like vanilla and coconuts. He wrapped his arm around me bringing me closer if that was even possible.

He picked a sad romance movie. This was my favorite movie. I had it on replay all the time. It was called the fault in our stars. He knew I loved it but he also knew when it's really late at night that I would always fall asleep so fast when i'm in his arms and this movie was playing. I lifted my body up to give him a goodnight kiss and we exchanged “sweet dreams eiji”, “sweet dreams my pretty girl, thank you for the bath it helped and meant so much to me” he said, kissing my cheek I smiled and cuddled into him some more.

“I love you Eijiro”.

“I love you more Asami”.

and as he already knew I had drifted off to sleep not even ten minutes into the movie.

The End~

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