#no one to cherish me like id cherish them...no one to hold onto...no one to care for until i ache...

[pahtoosh]

baba face

[image ID: photos of sebastian stan, chris evans, and various stuffed animals photoshopped onto a yellow background. sebastian stan is holding a round wolf stuffed animal and looking into the distance. chris evans is hiding a smile with a hand over his mouth. the stuffed animals include four frowning stuffed animals and one smiling one. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~2400 words

warnings: reader takes a little tumble

a/n: this was inspired by @angelbaby-fics ! Chloe, thank you for showing me your turtle and inspiring this whole piece! (side note: if anyone would like to talk about their stuffies, I would LOVE to hear about them!!

pairing: stucky x gn!little!reader

summary: sam gets a stuffed animal for reader that frowns like bucky! things get out of hand when the other avengers join in and buy reader way too many grumpy stuffies

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It all started when Sam came back from a mission in late June. The Avengers would sometimes bring back presents when they went overseas. They didn’t always have the time to stop by a gift shop but when they did, the gifts were always cherished and held a little closer when the Avenger eventually had to travel again. 

Two weeks before his mission, you had gotten very close with Sam. Your daddies asked him to watch over you one day and he gave you a whole adventure. He took you to a pottery painting studio, then the park, and ended the day with the best ice cream you’ve ever had. From then on, you were inseparable. 

During group meal times, you’d make jokes with him across the table. If you were allowed in the room for a meeting, you’d pass notes back and forth. Sam would also play with you during Tony’s summer parties; he was going to let you fly with redwing before Bucky marched outside and confined you to his hip for the rest of the night. You didn’t mind too much though, the sky probably wasn’t as comfortable as being held by Baba. 

Your attachment to Sam made this mission all the more difficult for everyone involved. You, because you missed your friend. Sam, because he missed your happy giggles and felt bad for leaving you right when he finally gained your trust. And your daddies because they had to witness you get sad every time something reminded you of Sam. 

Fortunately, the mission was going well and he was expected to return right on time. On his last day, Sam was looking both ways to cross the street when a stuffed animal in a display window caught his eye. He looked at his watch to see if he had enough time to make his flight, then quickly entered the store and bought the plushie because he knew you’d love it. 

On the plane, Sam sat with the plushie in his lap to keep it safe. It was still in the bag from the store, looking like an oddly shaped lump in a now wrinkly paper bag. When Sam returned to the tower, Steve was the first to greet him before you nudged your Dada out of the way to give Sam a bone-crushing hug. 

“I missed you, Sammy!”

“I missed you too, peanut.” He kneeled down and handed you the paper bag. “I gotcha something.”

You beamed at him. “Thank you! I love it!”

Sam laughed. “You haven’t even opened it yet!”

“I already know I’m gonna like it because it’s from you,” you said, matter of factly. “But okay.”

You opened the bag and gasped when you saw the plush. 

It was a soft turtle with a slightly slouched posture, but that wasn’t the part you were focused on. Your favorite part was the plushie’s grumpy expression. It looked just like Bucky. 

“HE HAS BABA FACE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” You screamed your gratitude while running circles around the trio of Sam and your daddies. Sam and Steve were barely holding in their laughter, meanwhile Bucky stood confused, but happy that you were happy. Despite his super hearing, he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly. Did you say baba face? Or maybe you said bubble face?  

Bucky figured that this wasn’t something he needed the answers to immediately, so he didn’t ask any questions and resolved to watching you tire yourself out. 

The grumpy turtle became your new shadow. Everywhere you went, so did the plush. You’d have it tucked under your arm while running through the compound. During mealtimes in your home, the turtle would get his own chair and toy food. Outside, you kept your turtle in a drawstring backpack with the head poking out so he could see the world too. When your daddies carried you around, you’d make a silly game out of making the turtle mess up your Dada’s hair or bite your Baba’s ears. 

Even before giving you the turtle, Sam loved to boast about how he was your favorite Avenger(you didn’t have a favorite, but you didn’t have the heart to correct him on that when he kept giving you all of his attention). When you all played hide and seek, he bragged for three days straight about how you chose him to be your partner. Your attachment to the turtle only heightened his pride. 

He always asked you where the turtle was, knowing it couldn’t be more than three feet away from you. Sam made a big fuss about the turtle having his own seat at the dinner table and fell victim to your strength and contagious giggles when you pushed him out of his seat to make room for your turtle. Sam learned his lesson that day and didn’t fight for the turtle to have his own chair in the debriefing room. However, he did bring in an extra stool for the plush. Sam even bought you the very drawstring backpack that allowed you to take your new friend on your outdoor adventures. In private, he’d ask you about how the turtle was settling into his new home and gave him the gentlest kiss when you said the turtle needed more lovin’. 

The others all thought your friendship with Sam was adorable, but there was one person who saw this as an opportunity for some friendly competition. Natasha knew that there was room in your heart for more than one avenger bestie, so she devised a plan to take her spot. She had two missions in August–the first: survey a crime group that’s suspected to have ties with Zemo. The second: give you a gift worthy of four days of bragging. 

After successful recon, Natasha’s plane landed in the Avenger’s HQ. She turned in her paperwork that she completed on the flight home, then went to freshen up so she could give you your gift. Natasha found you cuddled up with Steve in the movie room watching some old cartoon. She knocked on the door.

“Got any room for a couple more friends on that couch?”

“Natty, you’re back!” You untangled yourself from Steve and ran to give her a hug. You looked behind her expecting to see more of the group. “Where’s the other friends?”

She held up a bag with the arm that wasn’t hugging you. “Your new friend traveled a long way to get here.”

You squealed and hugged Natasha again before accepting the bag from her hand and kneeling on the floor to pull out the tissue paper and free your gift. 

“You guys are spoiling them, you know that?” Steve asked, lightheartedly from the couch.

“Oh hush, how many hours of screen time have you given them today?”

Steve opened and closed his mouth a couple times, not expecting the question.

“Doesn’t count if the movies came from your time, right?” 

Any response from Steve was cut off by your cheering. 

“BABA OCTOPUS!! BABATOPUS!!” you held up the plush proudly like it was Simba. “Dada, look!”

“Oh he’s beautiful, baby.” Steve chuckled at the round, bright red octopus plush with a deep frown on its face. “What do you say to Nat?”

“THANK YOU NAAAT!” you yelled. Excitement flickered across your face once more, then you ran out of the movie room with the octopus securely tucked under your arm.

“Where are you going, baby? And no running indoors!” Steve shouted as he chased after you. 

You slowed for a bit, but kept moving at a swift pace. “I hav’ta show Baba my new friend!”

Natasha watched your little race from the movie room with an amused grin on her face. During dinner that night, she enjoyed the shocked look on Sam’s face when you pulled up with two grumpy plushies and pretended to feed the octopus before the turtle.

Sam turned to Natasha. “You have no idea what you’ve just started.”

She smirked. “And you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Steve leaned over to whisper to Bucky. “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

𓏲 ࣪₊♡

The competition expanded beyond Natasha and Sam. All of the Avengers were determined to find the next grumpy plush to win your heart. There was a penguin from Peter, a frog from Thor, a cat from Tony, and a panda from Wanda. Your collection was starting to get out of control. You desperately wanted to carry all of your plushies everywhere with you to keep things fair, but your daddies put an end to that when you tripped on the sidewalk while trying to push a stroller full of scowling stuffed animals. 

Bucky decided to help you create a system so you could fairly pick one plushie from the collection to carry around for the day. He made small slips of paper so you could write down their names and pull one out of a cup each morning. He brought his supplies to you while you were having an afternoon snack at the dining table. His heart broke seeing you with your knees bandaged up and the streaks of dried tears from the fall earlier today still on your face.

“Hi, Baba,” you sniffled.

“Hey, sweetie. What’s going on? You eatin’ your snack?”

“Mhm.”

“Why aren’t you eating at the kitchen island, baby? You always eat your snack there.”

You pouted and gestured to the plushies sitting around you. “I can’t fit all my friends there.”

“Oh I know, bubs. It must be so hard carrying all these guys around, huh?” He mentally scolded himself for leaving you alone during your snack. He should’ve known better than to expect you to stay put when your little friends were trapped inside the stroller. It must’ve taken so long to arrange the plushies around the table with your injury. 

You perked up at his next words. 

“Baba has something for you.” Bucky spread out the slips of paper on the table and placed a cup next to them. “You can write down the names of all your little friends on these papers and pick one name out of the cup to decide which one you’re walking around with for the day. Does that sound fair?”

You shrugged, “I guess I can do that.” You really would’ve liked a solution that allowed you to bring all of the grumpy plushies with you everywhere, but deep down you knew that it just wasn’t practical. You took the pencil that Bucky held out for you and started writing down your plushies’ names.

Your Baba lovingly kissed the top of your head and rubbed your back while you wrote. He loved watching you focus on a task. He almost didn’t notice what you were writing down.

Bucky squinted then blinked a couple of times, not believing what he saw. “Baby, why are you writing ‘Baba’ on everything?”

You paused and tilted your head back to look at him. “That’s their names. Baba Turtle and Baba Cat and Baba Bear and Baba-”

“Why do you call them that?”

“‘Cause look!” You picked up the grumpy frog sitting next to you and held it out for Bucky to see. “They look like Baba!” You hugged the plushie before setting it back down to continue writing. 

Bucky’s heart melted. His sweet, wonderful baby was so attached to these plushies that reminded them of him. His signature scowl that often got him into trouble brought them comfort. His friends even noticed and spoiled his baby rotten with even more of these toys. 

Bucky continued watching you work. He looked at the plushies differently now. 

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Steve and Bucky were cleaning your playroom. Normally this would be your responsibility, but you had gone to bed a little earlier, and they didn’t want you walking too much with your injury. Steve was putting your plushies into their designated bins. He wasn’t harsh with them, but his efficient method of gathering an armful and plopping them down certainly would have raised an eyebrow from you. 

“Hey, go easy with turtle me,” Bucky teased. 

“Turtle you?” Steve asked. 

Bucky nodded proudly, then held the plush up to his face. “Don’t you see the resemblance?” 

“Whatever, punk. At least my face isn’t the reason we have a 50 gallon bin of stuffed animals.” Steve turned around and kept cleaning, completely missing the look of excitement on Bucky’s face. 

The next day, your Baba volunteered to pick up breakfast while Steve helped you get ready. Bucky stopped by a toy store on his way to the bakery. He’d seen this particular plushie before and knew that this was the perfect moment to get it for you. Not too long later, he was entering your home with bagels in one hand and your new friend in the other. 

Bucky hid the plush behind his back when he heard you and Steve walking towards him. 

“Hi, Baba!”

“Good morning, baby.” Bucky leaned down to kiss your forehead, then kissed Steve’s cheek as a thanks when he handed off the box of bagels. 

You hugged Bucky and couldn’t help but notice that one of his hands wasn’t hugging you back. 

“Baba, hug me better,” you whined. 

Bucky laughed. “Hang on, I’ve got somethin’ for ya.”

You gasped in excitement and took a step back so you could see. Bucky revealed the plush with a dramatic flourish, then somewhat nervously waited for your reaction. The stuffed animal had you in shock. It was a stuffed giraffe that stood with the most perfect posture. It had spiky hair, blue eyes, and a charming smile. You knew exactly who it was supposed to resemble. 

“IT'S DADA!” You squealed and graciously took the plush while running to the kitchen where Steve was. He was already making his way to you when he heard your scream. 

“Dada’s right here, bubba. What’s going on?”

You held up the plush while doing a little dance. “Look! It’s a Dada giraffe!”

Steve laughed then ran a hand over his face when he made the connection. You ran off to your playroom, saying something about “finding a Baba for this Dada” while your daddies shared a look. 

Bucky brought in Steve for a hug, patting his dumbfounded lover on the back. He playfully whispered in his ear, “We’re gonna need more space in the playroom.”

#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #sfw agere #baba face #baba-face #toosh writes #plushie fic #stuffie fic

[denzartriste]

Bedrock bros drawing based on this stock photo provided by @epicaxolotls

Alt versions + closeup + talking a LOT under cut about this drawing <3

^ this is technicly the original version, but i really liked the tinted effect i slapped on last minute so thats the one im putting above the cut.

v Crashed my drawing app when doing these effects, it was so worth it look its shiny. Im a simple man i see shiny i eat my own art

v Closeups!!!

The rambling is lightly edited from me blabbing about this drawing in a discord server, so if it's very 'steam of conscious' it is because i was literally texting these thoughts

Okay so the BRAIDS. The braids in it are IMPORTANT okay they are they are

The designs aren't timeline consistent, because i was doing the drawing for me and also @epicaxolotls and both of us solely care about the fact there is bedrock bros and nothing else. So the white in Tommy's hair (THE PART THAT'S BRAIDED!!!) is from being revived.

But Techno doesn't have a braid in his hair, only Tommy. The Blade is a weapon, not something to be cherished and cared for and loved. Braids as a form of love, braid as a love language i will not take criticism because I'm so correct about this. The white in Tommy's hair being the part that's braided, also, that's surely something isn't it that's something that is SOMETHING.

Techno braiding the white part in Tommy's hair, it will still be in the corner of his eye but it will be wrapped in love. It will have bedrock dangling from it. The bedrock is on Tommy's braid because it is a symbol between the two of them, it's something gentle but strong held up by string and neither of them will let the string snap. They won't let is snap.

Techno's bedrock is on his sword - it's on his method of violence, the method of violence Tommy is CALLING ON!!! The violence Tommy is COUNTING ON the violence he is using to protect himself. The sword is made of marble (because it looks cool but ALSO--) Techno's violence is a PROMISE it is a swear an oath from a blood god who will not break it.

No matter what, Techno will be the blade he needs to be. He is as much of a weapon as the tool in his hand.

No matter what. He scars and bleed cold, before he even makes the first swing the sword is covered in gold it is dripping it is his

The words 'BLADE' is intertwined with his sword, the word is golden and blends into it

Mentioning this now, but the only colours in the drawing (if i don't count the effects i did that was just me having some fun with it and crashing my drawing app) is only two colours, red and gold. Tommy's bruises are a shade of magenta, the grey is a desaturated red, the whites are just a very light shade of red

It's something i thought a lot about while drawing so i did want to mention it in more detail than just the id

ALSO. Tommy is wearing Techno's crown, and Tommy is also pretty much in the position a crown would be on Techno's head (if you squint a bit)

He's also holding onto Techno's ear - I didn't draw it very well, but he is, he's using Techno for stability, pushing against him with his foot to stay upright. And Techno is something solid for Tommy to dig his nails into, he is solid and he can and will be stability.

Tommy is just another voice in techno's ear, screaming blood for the blood god

And Tommy's pupils are just pinpricks, he isn't in control and he isn't calm. He's bruised and bloody, he is clinging onto the first thing he sees and trusts that it wont topple over. Tommy trusts because that is the only thing he can do, the only thing he can ever do. He's angry he's clinging on with his nails and teeth and blood but he is trusting.

NOW IM GONNA TALK ABOUT COLOURS AND THE COLOURS I USED BECAUSE :D!!!

Techno has dark red colours - Very dark, dark as in the colour of a lot of blood. A river flowing with blood would be near black and that is what Techno is. He is an endless stream of bloodshed he is an endless steam of violence because that is all he is. That is all he is, in this moment, at least, but this moment is all that matters right now. Right now, he is the blood god and he is the blade. He's a sword about to be stained and constantly being sharpened because he needs to be.

He NEEDS to be blood and he's ALWAYS been blood and he doesn't ENJOY being blood, no, he walked away from everyone to avoid it but for tommy!! He'll be that for Tommy because Tommy NEEDS him to be (<- that paragraph is from Epic but it was very accurate)

BUt ALSO Techno has light colours too. Not as obvious as Tommy's light colours (his shirt, his shoes, his hair) but it is still THERE. It's just hidden. The white, not stained (protected) in the inside of his cape near to his heart. Because Techno's heart is gentle but he has to fight to keep it like that, the outside of his heart (heart=cape just go with it this is the metaphor I'm going with it doesn't make sense but also shhh sure it does) is DARK it is VIOLENT

Inside his heart (cape. again. silly metaphor but its fine) he is the Blade - the letters reveal themselves with his cape blowing in his wind

I dont know what any of these words mean but maybe they mean something idk :D

ONTO TOMMY'S COLOURS v

hehe okay sooo Tommy has lighter red. Still very clearly red, but the cape he has is an imitation of Techno and it isn't nearly as stained. His cape doesn't hide anything, it doesn't hide him, its short and also the lightest obviously-red colour there is in the drawing. On him is also the only actual depiction of red blood and fresh injuries. He is BRUISED his pants are ripped and at the edges there is still-fresh blood. He's wiped the blood off of him he tried. but all he did was spread it from his nose to his knuckles. He is not violent but this makes him look violent, and it wasn't on purpose. Dripping from his head is blood, again, and all of it is his. He has a fresh bruise around his eye and the only bandage to the dripping blood from his head is Techno's crown. That is the closest thing to care he has right now - later, he will get bandages, but to him care is a symbol of blood. To him, care is Technoblade's sword and he doesn't view the bedrock around his braid as gentle in anyway, he views it as a rock that is special and the string is weak but it wont break because Techno tied it there, and that means it won't break. It means it can't break.

On Tommy is Techno's crown. Because Techno views him as an equal and is letting Tommy command him in this battle, because this is Tommy's fight. This is Tommy's fight, and Techno gives him his crown with trust on his gold-scarred hands and care and a promise that he will be there and fighting by his side. He believes in him, not because he needs to but because he does. He holds him steady because he just does and he acts as a weapon because that is what he does.

Ight that's all :) If anyone reads this far they have my hand in marriage and whatnot, adding tags then hitting post without rereading <3

#id in alt text #my art #fancy art #sketch art #fridge worthy art #tw blood #blood #tw injury #tw bruises #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #technoblade #technoblade fanart #technofanart #bedrock bros #bedrock bros fanart #eyestrain #<- for the two last images #blabbing #alright thats all the tags jeez im tired now lmao #i say and then spend 30 minutes trying to figure out how to link the image.

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Valentine’s Day, A Flying Graysons One-Shot

The following is a sort of one shot that’s just decided to come up to me on this lovely Valentine’s Day which seems appropriate enough. I don’t feel there’s really much a plot present, this is just some family based fluff for funsies sake.

It’s dedicated to my good friends @confusedhummingbird @spider-jaysart @lightdusk96 @camo-wolf @theredheaded-stuff @sbd-laytall @starlightbelle @adalineozie @discowingneckline @celaenaeiln @sillymanwithocs @mothnem and many more.

If you can leave a like, but especially reblogs and replies to this one, it’ll be greatly appreciated. I will address any to all constructive criticism and comments.

With that out of the way, on with the show….

Two pairs of feet, one clad in slippers and the other small one without anything on, very lightly padded on the carpeting of the trailer right outside the main master bedroom. Within said bedroom, was lying the third member of their troop, their little performing, their small family; she was peacefully snoring underneath the blankets draped over her, her two feet, bare with the red nail polished toes pointing upwards, mostly perfectly still, and most peculiarly a cardboard ID tag like one can find in the most morbid of places hanging off her right big toe, poking out of one end while her dark red unbraided hair was uncovered at the other. The two figures outside the room, a father and his 9 year old son, are quite prepared for such a day like this. It’s not every single day when people close to each other, like their small little family, can give each other heart shaped gifts or any other sort with that message that carries within them. The message being of “You are a person that’s always there for my heart and I cherishe you in the unique way we do”.

With Dick Grayson’s hands carefully holding the wooden dinner tray, packed with a plate covered up by the microwave bowl and besides it some utensils, napkins underneath them, and a plastic glass filled to the top with orange juice, he can jump in excitement internally as doing so for reals can risk accidentally spill that carefully prepared breakfast his father John and him have spent the better part of this earlier morning making. John though can see the excitement in his son’s bright blue eyes, the eyes of his mother, which cannot help but make him sport a gentle smile on his face as he tends lightly ruffles his son’s jet black hair, his own, to calm him a bit.

As John carefully peaks inside the bedroom with his sleeping wife, he realizes it’s time to finally carry out this little ritual he had been planning since earlier in the week. The peaceful sight of his beloved Mary ‘dead’ asleep must unfortunately come an end sooner or later. That breakfast isn’t gonna stay warm forever and she can sleep in maybe later afterwards, given it was a day off for everybody at the Circus. As such, with a tiny gesture for Dick to keep quiet until John gives him the all clear, he steps into the bedroom by himself, gently as to not wake Mary up that rudely, at least not with such loud noise.

After making soft footfalls on his slippers to the bed itself, John briefly explores a particular question; how should he wake Mary up? He can try lightly shaking her shoulder, though he can recall the many times he tried, she’d simply roll onto her side and still sleep. Stroking a free hand on her hair is another certain option though not without its own drawback of potentially Mary just further pulling up her blanket to further cover herself and resume her deep sleep. Then there’s the tried and true method of opening the blinds to their bedroom.

No, no. That’ll be rude as John can muse as both Dick and him have went through on some nights. Now that one is off of the table. Which leaves really only one option. An option, John would usually save for more very special occasions including anniversaries and Mary’s birthday. But since given everything that Dick and him had prepared for this very day, might as well go for it, which he does slowly making his way to Mary’s two bare feet poking out of the blankets with that tag around her toe.

As for explaining the mere presence of a tag meant for the recently deceased which can be found in the medical examiner’s offices and mortuaries worldwide being found here in this mere simple trailer bedroom, Mary having her father’s side of her family a majority of cousins, uncles and aunties being a friendly macabre collection of medical examiner, morticians and even the occasional grave digger would do wonders for her own sense of humor. After all, what better proof of someone being ‘Dead Asleep’ than the tags often associated with the most sincerely dead. The fact Mary writes down so many details on her tag from her date of birth, location and ‘cause’ being ‘Tending to a Son Motherly-Induced Exhaustion’ makes John chuckle very lightly underneath his breath. After all, she calls out in her motherly ways Dick and his antics, risks and quirkiness in public yet here she is with a Medical Examiner’s ID tag which came from her modest collection of tags from macabre souvenir shops across the world in a dead sleep. But John ain’t got no time for such playful calling out his beloved’s hypocrisy, he’s got to instead playfully wake her up from her breakfast.

As such, with firm yet gentle grip on the tag in his hand, John very lightly moves it not off her toe but back and forth, making the string on Mary’s toe brush up on the stem and space between it and the index toe. Soon enough, John hears the exact reaction he was hoping for as Mary began to giggle from that light brushing of the string, rather loudly. At least now John has a confirmation for his hypothesis on where Dick got such a sensitivity in his feet from. After slightly going faster and continuing for another five minutes, Mary sits upright, the blanket falling off her beautiful face and laughing up a bit. His work done, John lets the tag go, still attached to the toe while Mary catches her breath.

Once she’s finally relaxed and to her almost immediately surprise, John delivers a loving kiss to her lips, which Mary responds by fully committing to it. The two look into each other’s eyes right after finishing said kiss. Somethings like age and experience changed between them over the years but that one spark, a spark of trust, a spark of respect, a spark of love was present in their eyes and they two cannot help but admire so much, as had the years before.

Finally after a minute, Mary breaks the silence between them “I’ll admit, John, that was probably the best way to wake up to today” she says with an all too bright and gentle smile that can melt the heart of any cold roustabout. John’s heart melted almost instantly with delivering another kiss this time to his wife’s cheek.

“At least that’s something we can agree on”, John agrees with a sort of proudness and joy in his voice. It was then Mary spots a certain brush of black hair hiding behind their bedroom door. The owner of that hair giggles in excitement, his time had come.

With that, Dick lightly kicks the door open, doing a small sideways flip on both sides and finally some backwards walking before finally arriving at the bed next to his parents, tray of food perfectly intact. Such a gesture earns a hearty laugh from John align with a hair ruffle and from Mary a big side hug.

“Hey, gotta bring some flare and style into getting you from breakfast, Mom” Dick says as he puts the tray down on Mary’s laps with an absolute confident and probably to an extent a show off ish tone to him. But at least he has some right in being a show off. Finally though, that tray on her and the microwave anti-splatter bowl covering her meal, Mary takes her chance to lift said bowl off.

Even though it seems way too early for it, Mary cannot help but get slightly watery in her eyes for what was in the plate; a stack of three blueberry hotcakes, covered with maple syrup and blue cake frosting, said frosting spelling out ‘Happy Valentine’s Day! From John and Dick’ then to the sides of them, a clump of appetizing potato hashbrowns and finally a modest serving of Vanilla Greek Yogurt. Clearly, their little early waking up this beautiful morning had proved being what exactly she can enjoy. It’s a surprise sure but a pleasant one.

A sentiment she shares as while careful not to spill her food, Mary reaches over to give her two boys the biggest hug and kisses to them imaginable. A big hug the two in turn give back to her without any words needed. John and Dick look at each other with bright smiles and big wink of their eyes.

Mission accomplished. Now, time to actually eat the food since for the kitchen itself…..let’s just say they both know what Mary would have them being cleaning up for most of their day off.

#dick grayson #mary grayson #john grayson #flying graysons #valentine's day #my posts #fanfic #sfw

[piscesnspices]

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A gust of cold air whistled through the opening of the door, louder than the bell hung at the top of the door. With an abrupt shiver running up and down a young baker's spine, she broke concentration from the cookies she was icing.

"Hello?"

Scrunched brows, those of the baker, approached the front counter.

"I'm sorry sir, but we're closed."

A young man who carried a frantic look on his face, proceeded in long strides and hands stretched out meeting the bakers.

"Please, I need a cake. My idiot friend dropped one in the pool."

An amused scoff escaped from her lips, slipping her hands out of the strangers. Despite his desperate efforts, the thought of a cake being dropped into the pool in the midst of December seemed difficult to get past.

"A pool? How do you-"

"He's an idiot," He quickly responded, shaking his head annoyed, allowing a few loose strands to fall from his once perfectly gelled hair. It's given her the idea that he might've ran all this way for a rebound cake. Also taking into consideration the heavy pants and sweat bead beginning to form at the temples of his head.

"Do you think you could make me another one?"

The baker peeked at the clock past his shoulder, noticing the late hour. There's no doubt that every shop had been closed off by now. She was this stranger's last hope, creating a weight pressing onto her shoulders. "Okay."

His eyes lit up and the relief had taken over him, pulling the bakery for a hug over the counter.

"Sir?" Her voice cracks, stiff as a board, awkwardly patting the back of the stranger who had her in his arms.

"Sorry." He quickly pulled away, scratching a non-existent itch at the back of his neck.

There was a pause as she tried to hold back a smile at his shy demeanor.

"You can come around back." She gestured for him to follow. "No one's here."

The young man had followed, nose in the air, taking in the scent of freshly baked pastries. The warmth of goodies in the oven around them wrapped him cozily, in contrast to the winter wonderland outside.

Tightening and flattening out the apron around her waist she moved fluidly around the kitchen, setting aside a batch of cookies, clearing the area before taking on her new task.

"What kind of cake would you like?" She asked, dusting her hands off.

"Do you think you can make a white chocolate cake layered with strawberry filling?"

She stops in her path to look over at him with widened eyes, "No actually...I'm afraid I haven't mastered that yet,"

His mouth is agape with worrisome eyes, trying to muster up something to say without any actual words spilling out his mouth. That is, until the baker drops the act at his genuine reaction.

"Kidding." She chuckled softly.

He scoffs, and his eyes falling into crescents as he smiles. The ice had been melted away with the warmth in their smiles.

The stranger silently watched her work intently. Never losing sight of her actions and attention to detail. In wonderment of what exactly goes on in her mind while she works with such focus.

"I'm Isaac, by the way."

"Isaac, I'm Andie." She introduced herself, looking back at him.

He'd already been smiling, though the eye contact between each other had caught him off guard. The corners of his lips spread wider, and he'd caught a better glimpse of her up close, noticing her honey skin decorated in specs of rogue chocolate splatters, and a stubborn hair on her cheek that he'd have the sudden urge to brush away, allowing him to fully admire. Of course, he refrains.

"So Isaac, how did your idiot friend drop your cake in the pool?"

Andie continuously uses his name, allowing it to dance and roll of her tongue the way it does. And she liked it.

Isaac releases a breathy laugh, shaking his head away as the memory replays in his mind.

"That man," He sighs, yet the smile doesn't fail at the thought of this cherished friend.

"We're hosting Christmas on the rooftop this year, and he'd thought it was a good idea to make one trip, with both the cake and a tray of biscuits on his arms. Unfortunately, because the cake was too heavy, he dropped the cake into the pool as he made way for outside."

Nabi snickered, eyes cheerful while her hands work on the batter. All the while, imagining what kind of life this guy must've lived for his rooftop to have a pool. Now thinking about it, he did have that city boy look.

It was sort of boy meets Breakfast at Tiffany's, only he was a male Holly Golightly, dressed in classic black attire with a designer coat that suited him fancy with his tall, lean figure and even proportions. And you can't forget the polished shoes, a blinding watch on his wrist and glittering rings adorning his slim fingers. Perhaps a businessman?

"Why are you working so late on Christmas?" He asked, growing intrigued by the young baker who unintentionally poked his brain for answers.

"Believe it or not, the mornings after Christmas Day are always the busiest." Andie answers with a familiar sting in her heart. "I've got to make sure we have enough pastries prepared."

Isaac's eyes softened at the way her smile lost its glow. It was best to leave it at that, and so he does while taking a glance around the kitchen til' his eyes fall on a batch of holiday cookies.

She's just about ready to fill a tin with a batter, before Isaac stops her, taking her by the wrist gently.

"Wait-"

"Do you think you could add a pattern? Like, when you cut into it, you'd see stripes like a candy cane."

"I could, but it would take a little while longer." She replied, but with instant realization she adds on, "Not that I don't want to. make it that way for you... I just assumed you were in a rush."

Isaac smiles, letting go of her wrist.

"I'm not in a rush. I would actually like to help."

Her skin tingles where his hand had previously wrapped around her wrist.

"Sure. You can help."

His brows shoot up as he fixed his posture.

"Don't worry, you won't ruin it." Andie reassures.

"I'm not too sure about that. My mom doesn't call me clumsy for nothing."

She laughs, but the look on his face says that he was being serious. Nonetheless, he was more than happy to help. His heart did somersaults and stomach was home to hundreds of butterflies.

Having washed his hands and wrap an apron around his waist, he stood by Andie's side curiously.

"Is it okay if-" her fingers pointed at his hands.

The confusion in his eyes was quickly wiped away when he realized what she had been shyly asking.

"Yeah," He nodded, eyes studying the details of her smaller hands.

Andie's hands gently held his, and his breath was caught in his through when he felt the warmth. She guided him through the proper filling making process, explaining the procedure in great detail, though her grew distracted by the thumping in his heart and the fire on his skin where she touched him.

"Isaac?" Blinking away his thoughts, he'd realize her hands were no longer holding his. Isaac looked down at his own hands and still felt the sensation as if the feeling was tattooed onto his skin.

"You think you can do it?"

"Sorry?" He replied as he had not paid attention to a single word said.

"It's okay, I can do it. You can help yourself to some cookies instead."

"No, I can do it." He smiled with determination, "But, do you mind showing me one last time?"

She nods, going over the instructions thoroughly without the physical action of explaining.

"I mean- do you mind holding my.."

"...Sure" She laughed softly

Andie held his hands once again, sparking up the same bubbly feeling at each other's core. She paused, studying his hands before looking up and finding him already staring back at her.

Isaac's eyes glimmered and her heart raced at the simplicity of it all. Though, there was nothing simple about the way both hearts race for each other.

ᴍᴏsᴀɪᴄ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

#asmr #sakuverse #isaacrhodes #zsakuva #wholelotoffluff #au

[hueningsloverr]

౨ৎ time in a bottle !

pairing : ot5 x reader summary : the boys as lyrics from 'time in a bottle' by jim croce word count : 0.9k

choi soobin -

“if i could save time in a bottle , the first thing that id like to do , is to save every day 'til eternity passes away , just to spend them with you”

lets be real, soobin is such the romanticist. he would whine and whine to yeonjun about how much he misses you (as would all the boys to be honest), and he would feel so awful whenever they went on tour and he couldn't bring you. he would beg and beg big hit for you to come just this once and nine times out of ten he would get shot down (so he would mope back to the boys and whine and whine again till yeonjun actually just sends him to his room). whenever you were around, soobin seemed to be in a daze. you were all he cared about, not performing. which is bad considering he's literally a performer. and so, whenever he does get to be with you, all he wants to do is freeze time. he takes so many photos / videos of you, just so he can look back at them late at night when he misses you so much it feels like he's suffocating. when you're halfway across the world, off doing whatever it is when you yourself miss him. at the end of the day, all soobin wants is you, and to be with you. he could spend the rest of his life with you and never get bored, or tired, or any sort of negative emotion, because he gets you. you are so much more then enough to him, and he's the type of lover to make sure you know that.

huening kai + choi beomgyu -

“if i could make days last forever , if words could make wishes come true, id save every day like a treasure, and then , again i would spend them with you”

both hueningkai and beomgyu strike me as hopeless romantics, who would wake up so early the first day of something important for you (school, work, ect.) just to be there with you. they're both the type to wish for every second to last forever, and for all their wishes to actually come true. kai and gyu, though the most chaotic members, are also in my eyes the members to cherish the most out of everything. everything you do, he cherishes. all he wants is to be with you. no matter the hour, or how tired he is. kai would clear all the plushies from his bed if it meant you would lay down next to him, and gyu would calm himself down if it meant a little extra time with you (or become a literal demon child so soobin has no choice but to let you come over). though they're like the other three boys in the sense that they do truly love you, and just want to be with you, they're somehow different about it. in ways that can't really be explained. your relationship is like watching puppies, you energise each other no matter what, until you tire each other out, and that means the world to him.

kang taehyun + choi yeonjun -

“if i had a box just for wishes , and dreams that had never come true , the box would be empty , except for the memory of how they were answered by you”

though both taehyun and yeonjun are similar to the other boys in the way of loving, they're the type to be more private about it. yeonjun would go about 'soft launching' your relationship, whereas taehyun would go more of a 'romance is not dead if you keep it just yours' —t.s route. they hold onto the special moments, simply because of you. both tyun and jjunie have cast aside their wishes because they get you in the first place. tyun is a quiet lover, who takes photos of you that you'll never see until you find a bouquet on your counter the morning he left for tour, doodled on photos tucked in between the flowers. and jjunie simply cherishes you - tucked far under his bed where no one will see is an old beat up shoe box, filled to the brim with small things that remind him of you - a flower petal from the tree he first saw you under , a receipt from the first time he took you out to eat , the long since forgotten tag of the t-shirt he sleeps in every night that you gave him despite him telling you not to. both tyun and jjunie are quiet lovers, but they also probably love the most.

ot5 -

“but there never seems to be enough time , to do the things you want to do once you find them , ive looked around enough to know ,  that you're the one i want to go through time with”

whenever someone talks about txt, and how the impact they've made on the k-pop industry in the few years since their debut will be remembered as history - but all they can think about is you. you're the one history should remember because you push them every day to be better than the day before. whether it's platonic or romantic love, your love for them causes them to strive to be great. they want you to be remembered with them, because without you there is no txt to remember. they wished they'd met you sooner, and could do so much more with you, because you truly are everything to them.

©2023 — all rights reserved to hueningsloverr , please do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

#hueningkai #huening kai x reader #choi yeonjun #yeonjun x reader #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #kang taehyun #taehyun x reader #choi soobin #soobin x reader #tomorrow by together #txt #txt post #tubatu #tommorow x together #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together x reader #tomorrow x together fluff #x reader #kpop #hueningsloverr

[radley-writes]

Different anon here. Been suffering a pretty significant depression slump that magnified tenfold after a pretty devastating breakup.. my main WIPs were romances but now the idea of romantic love makes me want to puke from the anxiety. It's been almost half a year now, and I feel like I'm in a constant state of mourning, a ghost of myself. Will I ever be able to write again..?

Oh, nonnie. You've really been through it. Come walk with me to the river, okay?

[image description: a sunlit field, lined with trees, and a pale blue winter sky above]

It's a lovely sunny (if FREEZING) day, so you'll need a coat and a sunhat!

Here we go...

You've been through something horrible, which has tarnished your love for your favourite genre. I'm so sorry that the breakdown of your relationship took writing romance from you. That sounds incredibly difficult, and to grieve that loss is understandable.

Let's head down through the farmland, along the muddy tracks pitted with the hoof prints of wild deer...

[ID: a dirt road leading between two thin lines of trees, with green fields on either side]

As far as I see it, three options lie before you.

1) push through the anxiety and force yourself back into writing what you used to love, risking making yourself hate it even more and causing yourself psychological damage in the process.

2) abandon the idea of writing romance entirely and focus on something new - which means letting go of something you still care deeply for, and many memories you cherish.

3) wait to heal and hope time will resolve your lingering trauma around romance - but you don’t know how long this will take, or even if it will work at all.

.... We're gonna have to take a detour because the rich city slicker bastards are out shooting birds for 'sport' again 🙃. Scuse me...

[ID: A copse of spindly birch trees, leafless in winter. ]

[ID: A fallow field with a green field behind it. The green field is dotted with numerous white fabric flags.]

Back onto a new path! And look at all the flags on that one field.... Fuck any geese who land THERE in particular, huh?

Any one of those options might work for different people! However, I suspect you’re aware of these choices, and for whatever reason, they aren’t working for you.

I can't give you a perfect answer. I can't even promise that you will write romance again. But if you’re ready, I can give you a few ideas that invoke elements of Option 1, 2 and 3, which might help with the healing process.

[ID: A path along the edge of a field, leading into a group of trees. A river is visible beyond it.]

Sometimes, we start to resent ourselves when we can no longer do something from which we used to extract joy - be this for any reason, trauma, physical disability, end of a hyperfixation, etc. If this is the case, holding tightly onto the past may not be in your best interest.

If the mere idea of writing romance brings you no joy and satisfaction, only repulsion and misery... If you are clinging on to your desire to write romance out of a need to prove that you are the same person you were before you went through this, and that what you suffered did not effect you... it might be best for you to cut that desire loose.

There are so many creative outlets out there. Something else will call to you. You could try to - very slowly and gently - broaden your reading horizons, and write something completely devoid of romance. You could dabble in different hobbies and turn your focus to alternate means of creativity, from dance to cooking to pottery.

And if you sample many different dishes and none of them appeal... There's a fair chance that, by the time you reach that point, you might have put enough time and distance between yourself and the disintegration of this relationship, that writing romance no longer feels like stabbing yourself repeatedly in the chest.

It might still hurt, but it’ll be more like grasping a thorn. A small, sharp pain, but one that isn't going to tear you all the way open.

We're almost there!

[ID: A muddy path through leafless, ivy-wrapped winter trees. A river is just visible between them]

It’s alright to change. It’s alright to let trauma and loss shape us, so long as we don’t let it ruin our lives and the lives of people around us.

We're here! Let's sit down for a bit.

[ID: Half of a simple wooden bench, on a grassy bank, pointing away from the camera.]

I want you to sit quietly for a while. Think about what I’ve said, and ask yourself, truly, if pursuing becoming a romance writer again is the best course for you.

If it is - or if you are unsure, but still want to try - let's focus on trying to help you reclaim that part of yourself that you used to love.

Does reading romance also give you panic attacks? How about novels that include romance, but focus their plot in a different direction? Sit down with a fantasy book that has a minor background romance - I can give you some reccs, if you want! See how you feel.

Is there a show you really love, and some characters whose relationship you're invested in? Do those characters feel sufficiently distant from your situation? If so, could you write a few short snippets of fanfic. You don't have to publish them - but if I'm in a slump, writing fanfic often feels far less personal than writing about my own OCs. That might help you rediscover your affection for the romance genre, without cutting out your own heart and slapping it on the page.

Alternatively, could you write a platonic romance? By which I mean, for writing practice, try to incorporate all the 'beats' of a romance book, but focus on a different type of love - that between friends, or siblings, or even a parent and a child. Again, this might help you access the emotional ups and lows of a romance novel and help you hone your writing skills, while avoiding the core issue of a romantic relationship.

[ID: a river meanders over a flat countryside, reflecting the blue cloudy sky]

Here's our river, winding away. I hope that no matter what you choose to do, you take good care of yourself.

You will find creative joy again, somewhere, even if it's not in the same way you're used to. Of that much, I'm certain. X

#Writeblr #Writing advice #Burn out #Radley rambles #romance

[rhenuvee]

Hey there could you possibly do some Nico x male! Reader general dating HCs? I’ve recently gotten into the fandom and Nico’s already stolen my heart lol hope you have a fantastic day/night

A/N: Hi new Nanbaka fan! I'm going to assume you read the request rules about male!reader. Let me know if this is ok? Also sorry for the super late response!!

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Nico x male!reader Dating HCs 

- well the good thing is, if you wanted to be an inmate!reader you won’t have any problems seeing him since it’s the male prison

- Nico loves including you in everything

- emphasis on watching anime with him, playing at his arcade, you name it!

- he hopes you have an interest in them too, or at least don’t mind his rambling

- though he is mostly used to it at this point, he likes having you stay with him during his medical exams

- hopefully Dr. Otogi lets you stay

- if he doesn’t, you bet Nico will have the cutest pout on his face

- id say nico likes holding your hand/arm the most

- not only as a romantic gesture, but when he does things like excitedly point out something in the anime hes watching (for example), he likes to get your attention by holding onto you

- theres not much of a dating environment in a prison so Nico mostly brings you to his arcade

- of course you guys play games, but he begged Seitarou to make a plushie in the claw machine of you so you both could have plushes of yourselves 💜

- other than that, he just cherishes the moments he has with you

- if you are visitor!reader, you bet he gets super happy when you visit (visit him often pls)

- he feels very special when you visit, and you often exchange gifts (mostly manga or other cool trinkets)

- if you are guard!reader, youd probably have to keep your relationship a secret

- no doubt Hajime would get really mad knowing one of his staff was dating an inmate.. oh how his stomach hurts at the thought

- Hajime aside, Nico still feels loved by you no less, through the sneaky kisses and secret dates in the arcade

- Nico will introduce you to Cell 13, and hopes you guys get along

- he’ll also introduce you to his Master Upa (Upa would probably scoff but dont take it personally, on the inside he thinks you both are cute together)

- Nico feels bad when you sometimes catch some of his weird diseases

- pls comfort him, hes afraid it will drive you away

- other displays of affection include him nuzzling in the crook of your neck

- he likes kisses, however he does get flustered if you make out

- when he’s excited, he’d do the thing where he runs and jumps on your back and hugs you (be prepared)

#nanbaka #nanbaka nico #nico nanbaka #nanbaka headcanons #nanbaka imagine #nanbaka imagines #nanbaka x reader #nanbaka fluff

[tuesday7econlive]

The Pokemon Card Pandemic

Matthew Boquiren, Econ 20A Tues 7PM

ID: 61786316

The Pokémon card craze during the COVID-19 pandemic offers a fascinating case study in economics. It illustrates the principles of supply and demand, showing how external factors can disrupt market equilibrium. Additionally, it highlights the risks of speculation and the importance of understanding market dynamics.

Before the pandemic hit, Pokémon cards were a nostalgic hobby for many, cherished by collectors and players alike. But as lockdowns swept the globe, people found themselves seeking new forms of entertainment, and Pokémon cards experienced a resurgence like never before.

As lockdowns confined us to our homes, the demand for Pokémon cards skyrocketed. Suddenly, everyone wanted to relive their childhood memories or discover the thrill of collecting anew. However, the supply couldn't keep up with this sudden surge in demand.

With production halted or slowed down due to factory closures and shipping delays, the supply of new Pokémon cards dwindled. Meanwhile, the demand continued to climb as more people turned to online marketplaces to satisfy their Pokémon cravings.

This caused the demand to increase while the supply decreased: As the demand for pokemon cards increases the supply decreases leading to a shift in the Market equilibrium.

The demand for cards increases at a higher price than market equilibrium 1, as individuals are willing and able to pay more than they did pre-lockdown for the cards they love. Showing the trade offs for them in terms of price and enjoyment!

The result? A classic case of supply and demand imbalance. The scarcity of Pokémon cards drove prices through the roof, making rare cards even more coveted and valuable. What once might have been a casual hobby now turned into a competitive market, reminiscent of Wall Street trading floors.

As prices soared, some savvy individuals saw an opportunity for profit. Enter the reseller. These traders bought up Pokémon cards en masse and searched for cards that were most sought after, anticipating that their value would continue to rise. In essence, they fueled a speculative bubble within the Pokémon card market.

As shown here in the Consumer surplus model, those resellers will up-charge the prices of Pokemon cards which also lead to the increase in demand and market equilibrium.

But as with any bubble, there comes a point where it bursts. As the pandemic wore on and supply chains gradually recovered, the flood of new Pokémon cards onto the market began to deflate prices. Suddenly, those who had invested heavily found themselves holding onto cards worth far less than what they paid for.

The market equilibrium gradually goes back to what it was pre-lockdown reflecting the long term effects show that the supply and demand go back to the market equilibrium 1 now that the pandemic has been resolved. Still in current day there are modern and older cards that are worth a hefty price but not to the extent of during the pandemic

Seen in this graph the market equilibrium (3) decreases as the demand for Pokemon cards start to decrease and the supply for the cards increases as production increases. The market equilibrium is similar to what it was pre-lockdown, but its prices for cards are still high and cards are still sought after.

All in all the economy aspect of Pokemon cards is very interesting and allowed me to connect what I learned in this class to one of my favorite hobbies!

[solsticeof-thewinter]

as I write the last piece of this letter to you, it stands that I'm still very much in love with you, I don't think those feelings for you could ever waver as hard as I try, and believe me I have.. nobody captures me the way that you do, nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do. I don't know when my heart and mind decided that you were my favorite person for everything but you are, there's no one I'd rather be doing the simplest things with than with you, down to our little phone calls..

I never told you this but one evening I had dinner with an old friend to catch up after so long, and while we were about to eat I subconsciously tore my straw and blew the paper at them and as soon as I did that, and as I looked up to them, my heart completely sank.. simply because it wasn't you.. and that feeling and mind set would follow me for a lot of things and at some point I just knew where I stood with how I felt about you, how I will always feel. sometimes I feel crazy but I just know im a heart broken man who lost the love of his wife, his future..sometimes I feel like I'm crazy for thinking about certain things but then you remind me that you still love and care about me and your heart opens up and for a split second I can see that you still think about me, about us, all the what ifs.. and then I feel crazy for holding onto to that but then I remember just exactly what you mean to me, hell I'd take take your hands and take you anywhere you wanted to go in this world if you asked me to escape with you.. Elizabeth you mean everything to me and I'd be an idiot to miss any opportunity with you, it's why I cherish every little minute I can get with you..

and as much as i dont want to think about it..If there is no us and i really am delusional..then i really hope that maybe one day I'll comfortably move on, even if it meant waiting for what seems like a life time just like how I waited for you to come into my life. hopefully I'll find somebody that will love me the way that you did, someone who will write to me the way that you did, and someone who will accept , listen, and understand me for who i am..the way that you did.. but I know there's a journey in no matter what path comes my way, I still deal with so much inside me, so many things I've repressed, so many unspoken words and feelings, it took being on my own to just face all of those things head on and to really understand everything especially myself and I just knew I needed to do what I could to just heal, heal from everything that's happened to me in the past year..

which is to say the point of this letter is to tell you that I have been writing, writing from the deepest parts of me, and well I knew I'd never get the time I really wanted with you so I thought id meet myself half way which if I couldnt speak these words to you then hopefully you'd take time to read them.

March-26, on tumblr, is the home of all these words, and again as it stands, I know that I will never stop loving you my darling, but what could I do for myself is to just face all those things that have been tearing away at me and maybe this way I can finally find some sort of peace within myself.. and as I've said before, losing you was the most devastating thing to have ever happened to me, it Shattered me and threw me out amongst the stars and lately I've done a lot to fix myself and to just make myself okay, to make myself accept my loneliness and this new path that I'm on.

I'll always love you Elizabeth, my doors will always be open for you and you will always be able to find a home in me and if I still have a chance please know I will not hesitate to take you back into my arms, you'll always be favorite gal, my sweetie.. you tell me so much about what's going on in your life and what might happen and my biggest fear is that at some point you'll decide that I have no place in it.. so whatever may or may not happen, I guess this is my attempt to just prepare myself for anything before I end up in this constant loop and never truly healing, because if at some point you really do intend to say goodbye to me one day.. then i need to protect myself, yes it will kill me from the inside out to live a life without you in it, but maybe it will hurt a little less.. so here I go, writing these words, thoughts, and feelings to the person it matters the most, you..

#P2

[youresupervalid]

Hey tumbr i need some criticism

So ive been doing some writing and id like to know what yall think of it ^^

The clink of a cup rings throughout the restaurant as it hits the coaster. The one placing the cup is Jubilee. “BZZZZT” the piece in their ear rang throughout their head.

“Hey Juby baby!!!! Let me just say that you did an exquisite job on the last run”

You could hear the smirk he was wearing.

This dickweed really has lost the plot. A guttural groan escapes their throat.

“Oh what's wrong J-”

“Just tell me what you want from me… and don't call me Juby!”

“Oh come on hun you're no fun… Alright look there's this little place a little north of great Eiston, 

It's the corpse of an ancient empire.'' He says this as if he's trying to sell them on the idea.

“Now supposedly all the history and value has been left untouched.” again the complexion in his voice is one of a door to door salesman.

“Heh. you talk about it as if you actually care about the history and you're not just gonna sell it off without a care in the world” as they say this he scoffs, and a ding plays in their head as the location is added to their database.

A low pitched hum plays as he hangs up. Jubilee quickly finishes their food and heads up to the counter. Almost slamming their hand against the wood”

Almost in a whisper they speak “Hey the food was great… Alright look i was sent here to kill the chef as payment for what she did to Aoron”

The cashier's eyes widened with fear. “Butttttt ill count the food as payment enough” they pull out a piece of paper and write down an address.

“Give her this” written was the address of someone who had helped Jubilee get away from their past life.

If you asked Jubilee why they did that, a consistent answer is not something you should expect, because truthfully they did not know. The chef was a bad person, yes, but so was the one who contracted jubilee. Both saving and killing her would be bad karma.

They turn around and leave the restaurant without even a single complaint from anyone inside.

Jubilee would be walking to Great Eiston as vehicles are for people with money, not someone who's just barely getting by.

They instantly set off. Bringing with them all that they had… which was not much but they cherished every item in their possession. And off they went searching for an ancient empire lost to time.

The scurrying of frogs can be heard as a boot hits the ground.

“Who builds their empire in a fucking swamp” they ask themself. Jubilee tends to talk, argue, and question themself, no clue why they do it, they're just like that.

Murky, grimy, salty, smelly, all things I did not want to be surrounded by today…

Every step produced a sludgy squelching sound from beneath their boots. Until eventually they stood upon a pathway leading towards Great Eiston.

As they step foot through the gate of Eiston, an almost…. Sultry smell hits their nose, it's a pleasant yet weird shift from the scent just outside the walls. A city of great magnitude, everything promised in tales of this place were present and yet…. It's so soulless and empty, not empty in the way of people, there were almost too many of those, and yet…. Just empty.

But they did not care, they were just thankful they had made it inside before the sun began to set.

They had never really ran into the creatures of the night, they were always a little too careful as to not be out that late, however they had heard tales and stories of the horrors after dark, and somehow they just knew to stay away from the darkness.

They had no idea where they would hold up for the night, they just hoped they'd find an all night bar or something and just wait out the night, and that's exactly what they found.

Walking in they spot a free seat next to an old bloke and a… interesting creature side by side. The creature was very pale in complexion, with semi long hair and a bow in it.

As they sit down the guy pipes up. “You got nowhere to stay?”

Jubilee's head basically locked onto him at that moment, with confusion in their eyes.

“You dont look like a local… we have no where to stay either heh” he said in an almost regretful voice

“The names Hansen” he smiles, staring at the beer on the counter “what's yours?” he holds out his hand for a hand shake as he asks

“J-jubilee” they say in a shaky voice shaking his hand.

A small squeak type sound escapes the creature's throat. “Oh it likes your name heh” he awkwardly scratches his head.

“Whats its na-” he cuts me off before i can finish “Dung Bung… or thats what i call it” he looks at Dung Bung “and it seems to like the name so it's kinda stuck”

“Here let me order you a drink” he says as he looks up at my face “o-oh….”

Jubilee had a screen where their face should be, some may simply mistake it for a mask but upon further investigation it would be clear that it was no mask.

“How did that…” he cut himself off nervously.

“I.. dont wanna talk about it.” they awkwardly say twiddling their thumbs with regret and sadness in their voice

“Fair enough!” he thinks for a minute…

Jubilee shows him their hand knowing what was on their mind, built into their arm was a capsule injector. Hansen instantly understood that that's how they ate and drank.

He picked up the beer he had ordered a while ago and took a long swig, as he clanked the cup upon the table once more he joked “I don't think they sell capsule beer here” he chuckles a little.

They snicker in response. “Alcohol doesn't work on me anyway” they say in response.

“Oh well thats shit” he says chuckling as he takes another swig

“So how did you two meet?” they ask gesturing towards dung bung

“Oh man that's a long long story man…. Hey tell you what, ill make you a copy of my diary if you really wanna know” he says half joking.

“Ill have to take you up on that!” they say as they start gasping and almost fall to the floor.

Hasen and Dung look over as jubilee as they fall to ground grasping at their chest as they try to pull something out of their pocket, soon they pull a capsule out and shove it into their arm and inject it. Once they do so their breathing slowly returns to normal.

Hansen helps them stand back up. “Hey dude are you alright?”

“Y-yeah… it's just…” they sigh “My body starts to reject all this” they gesture to their face and arm “if i don't take that medicine every now and then” they look down at their feet almost disappointed “i must have forgotten today…”

They look up at Hansen, as dung bung wraps its hands around Jubilee in a big hug. its big jumper is so soft. Jubilee started to cry… or whatever constitutes crying for them. They spent the night in that bar, talking with Hansen and Dung.

Eventually morning arose, and they felt something new… they almost didn't want to leave, they inquired with Hansen about their feelings.

“You made some friends,” he answers wearing an almost sad smile “oh here” he hands them a book “told ya i would” he chuckles.

They look down at the book, the front cover reads ‘The diary of a nobody’ seems a little too humble if you asked them but oh well. They look up at Hansen and go to hug him, he reciprocates with a big warm hug.

Jubilee would stay if they could… but they had to go and so did Hansen, their paths were in opposite directions. “Hey,” he piped up, passing them a paper. “Those are my digits, message when some time wont you?” they nod.

“Well… goodbye” they say, as they turn around and head north. They were never good with goodbyes.

Jubilee's whole character basically changed back there… they had never met someone who was so nice to them. They look down at the book and paper before slipping them into their bag. 

The sludgy sounds as their boots hit the ground had returned as they set off out of the soulless city and back into the murky swamp.

“BZZZT” the sound of the piece in their ear startels them.

“Ayy lee, how are you going out there hun?”

Fucks sake he does not give up

“Hey atsou…. Please stop calling me hun” they say in a tone similar to the action of slamming your head against a wall.

“I’m almost at the ruins” they sigh.

“Oh good to hear…. Oh shit gotta go " a low humming “bzzt”’ plays as he hangs up.

The glimmering of a once great empire shines just within their vision, something that truly would have brought many to their knees back in its time. Such a glimmer fades the second the fullness of these ruins enters your view. 

Old, decrepit, smelly, and dirty, are all descriptive words for this place. and yet not a single one fully encompasses the vast disgust this place entails.

He never told me this place was a waste dump, that dickweed.

And that it was, a waste dump, bags and bags of trash strewn about with no rhyme or reason. Slimy, sticky, gooey, none of these words can fully describe the vibe of that place.

If you thought that simply being in a swamp was bad enough, you truly were not ready for what awaited you just beyond the gate.

An all encompassing smell of rot, and god knows what else, attacks your nostrils the second you get even 10 metres within range of this ghastly place.  

Jubilee notices two figures moving just beyond some rubble, they go to duck behind a bench beside the pavement, and observe the figures.

The one on the left had a tall muscular build with long messy red hair. She wore a maroon turtleneck jumper with armor and leather straps on top.

Whilst the one on the right had a shorter slightly less muscular build with short-ish parted hair with a light pink on one side and a light purple on the other. She wore a shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a sleek black long sleeved shirt underneath, and had armor on top also.

They were chatting whilst plucking at the rubble until they eventually pulled out an old book. Jubilee thought to themself how much they would get for bringing such a book back.

their thought was interrupted as one of them started approaching their location. They panic and decide to just stand up and deal with it.

The shorter one jumps back and screams a little “w-who are you…. Are you a raider???” 

The talker one buts in “Tom… we’re raider you idiot”

The shorter one whose name seemed to be Tom was blushing, and so was the taller one although you couldn't really tell through their darker complexion.

Jubilee had run into other raiders in the past but those raiders were triggerhappy and not very talkative.

“Alright to business. What are you doing here?” The tall one asks this in a manner that seems like they are trying to be intimidating but she is very much failing.

“I could ask you the exact same thing” they say in a jokey tone whilst having their hand ready to grab the iron on their hip in case anything happens.

Everyone goes quiet until the short one just starts laughing. “Hah told you that wouldn't work Wof”

Wof begins to laugh as well “well stranger, we’re here looking for anything to sell off… and i assume you're here for the same thing?”

Jubilee nods their heads. “Well” Wof says with an energetic tone in their voice “I got dibs on that store over there” they say jokingly “Just don't go where we are going and we won't go where you're going” she says smiling.

The short one is already off into one of the buildings looking for value.

Jubilee once again nods and begins to head off to a building, and begins to scavenge through the trash, and filth.

#eepus #eepus writing

[cocona]

i hope that i leave my physical body before my spouse does....or else i think id end up dying of despair....

#🐝 #i think of myself dressing all in white for the rest of my life to represent pure love..... until ! i myself ascend #as someone whos afraid of commitment. that's wild #my lover... the one who'll share my life with me until the very end...my dearest friend ....they shall be blessed nd i shall grow #we're going to craft a world of our own......... nd let ppl into our paradisiac nest........ our children nd our pets will carry this energy #purity. innocence. spirituality. growth. kindness. compassion. thoughtfulness. #a gentle existence........gentleness is all i need........ sweet fruits...white clothes... luxurious furniture...blooming nature.... #to see the ocean from the mountain is a dream of mine ..i need to go back home nd live in the south...with my lover.... #i wish things went well back there. so that. i cld be happy..nd so that everyone cld be happy. we're so beautiful nd unique ! us haitians #the craving of intimacy is Real tonight....im lonely....oh so lonely #i have no one to share my interiority with.... no friend close enough...to soul patient enough...... #no one 2 touch my chest nd to feel the ocean rumble under their skin.....no one to hear the melodies in my words.... #no one to hold me... to dance with me... to press a kiss against my hair to wish me goodnight... #no one to cherish me like id cherish them...no one to hold onto...no one to care for until i ache... #a friend .. a dear friend. lovers are friends with a special link arent they? after some time love sheds it's different skins #it stops carrying the different etiquettes men have put on it...it shines through....it becomes absolute nd universal.. #it rules over all things....love is everything there is. things happen bc there isnt enough love in the world.... #if i ! were to find the person whose heart would be pulled to mine...the person who's so intimatly similar 2 me... #but so different.....oh so different. so different we learn from ourselves by discovering the other #through every touch...every smile.. every glance...even after thirty years... a surprise still makes it way into our tightly woven routine #i wish life was simpler.....i wish......

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

Hot Chocolate (Birthday/Christmas Special)

Summary: Levi is bound to spend this birthday on his own, seeing that you're halfway across the globe as an exchange uni student. What he doesn't know though is that you have planned a huge surprise for him. NSFW 18+

Notes: sorry for any mistake you guyss please enjoy this

Pairing: Levi/ Reader 

Tags: f l uff, nsfw

Warnings: nsfw, the sexies

Disclaimer: I do not own the gif, I simply found it on Pinterest.

White heavy cream fell fluidly out of the carton it was stored, squeezed by Levi's calloused hand and into the small metallic pot that he rested his other hand onto. The mixture, an aromatic, dark brown hot chocolate, lightened in color upon a few stirs of his tool. Slowly with his hand he disposed of the empty carton in the recycling bin, making sure to wipe any stray droplet of white on the counter.

He blinked as his mind went blank, forgetting the next step of the recipe but only momentarily. His thoughts once again traveled to what troubled him, but he continued with his stirring in fear of burning the beverage he was set on making. With his teeth sinking dangerously at the tip of his tongue what he needed clicked in his head. Corn flour. A quorter of a cup.

He didn't bother tasting the mixture as he lowered the fire of the stove to the minimum, he simply marched to the corner built in cupboard, hands searching furiously for the porcelain vase that held this oh so precious corn flour that would act as the stabilizing factor to his hot chocolate beverage.

Seconds later he brought the fire to an halt absurdly, never ceasing with his stirring careful as to not have the mixture stick to the pot. He didn't like his chocolate adorned with burnt flakes or the taste they brought to his mouth neither did he like cleaning the burnt pot before having to pop it in the washing machine. As his hands reached for the cups he had set beside the stove beforehand to his alchemy, he helped the thick mixture in with a spoon.

The cups were immediately transfered inside the over; an attempt to keep them from any predatory fly that could have entered the apartment before Levi had a chance to realise and in addition keeping them sheltered as they reached a drinkable temperature. Levi threw the pot into the sink next, sighing to himself as he grabbed his thick latex gloves and out them on his hands. With a twist of his hand at the handle the watered started running on his gloves hands pot making him grab his steel wool.

His hand came to his forehead, wiping some sweat as he sighed again, hanging his head low as he gritted his teeth in frustration. His eyes squinted in anger, his hands dug into the inox of his sink and his heart sink dangerously low as he felt the room run cold due to the sun quickly setting behind the horizon.

Why had he made that chocolate, it beat him. The two of you hadn't spoken in at least two days and he liked -or rather chose- to blame it on your busy studying schedule, rather than the fight the two of you had over that call two nights ago. He had been to angry to admit he was acting like a brat to you, he had been too proud to simply say that he wanted your attention, instead he had resolved his anger into grumpiness, causing your overworked mind to snap.

You were gone as an exchange student in Japan for too long and both your busy schedules and the enormous time difference had dug their ways into Levi's life very negatively. Before you he had never lonely when he was alone, but now, now that he had gotten a taste of what it was to be with you, now that you had been ripped away from him from so long, he definitely felt lonely. And angry. And it killed him that he was almost on time for your arranged video chat, when you didn't even show any sign of being in existence still.

It made his boil though, by now, it must have been the 26th in Japan and you had spent your day ignoring him, not even bothering to open his message. Had he been so cruel to you while admitting he wanted you here with him? Was it that you didn't have enough decency to let him you know you were alright? That was what he simply wanted to know, in the end.

Sighing again he ripped the gloves off his hands and grabbed his phone. His fingertip touching the button provided him immediate access to his homescreen and he quickly entered Instagram dragging the homepage down a couple of times to let it load any new activity. Internally he knew, he would have been glad if he was to see a story or a post by you, any sign that you were alright would do for him.

Of course, as if on cue to shake him of his miserable thoughts his phone rang, buzzing in his palm. His eyes fell on the small window the revealed the caller id to him. It was Erwin, naturally, as he always used to shower him with phone calls on his birthday even up until the moment he was at his front door. Levi didn't missed out on those signs of affection, it's was quite the opposite really. He cherished them deeply. Seeing how much of an impact he had on his friends' lives moved him whether he showed it or not.

And so, while holding back his saddened sigh he picked up the phone, greeting his friend through greeted teeth.

"Hey Levi, uhm, I kind of need you at the moment, am I interrupting anything?"

"No," Levi spoke, biting painfully on the inside of his cheek in an attempt to hold himself back from sprinting out on his frustration. Of course Erwin could try and hide behind his finger, Levi knew that much. The blond was aware he wasn't interrupting anything, but he was still kind enough to ask; he always was sappily kind when it came to such sensitive subjects.

"Great look, I'm on route twenty two, fifth exit, I'm out of gas can you please come to my rescue and bring me some?" Erwin paused for a moment and then proceeded to mumble through an overly amused breath "I'm sorry I'm doing this to you tonight."

"Did you take your father's run down car again?" Levi questioned.

"No... yes. I'm sorry Levi I felt like I wanted to drive his car tonight. I shouldn't have to drag you here too, I'm sorry."

"No it's fine," Levi bit back, hissing at Erwin's unhealthy habit of wanting to drive his father's antique due to its sentimental worth. But then again, he reminded himself he wasn't in a place to judge. "Give me 15 and I'll be there."

Fidgeting his fingers on the counter without throwing a second look he came in contact with his car keys. The familiar jiggling sound gritted through the air proudly as Levi pierced his finger inside the key loop, finally pressing the keys steady to his palm. With another grunt, he hang up the phone, bringing the device to the palm of his hand once again.

His mind begged him to open his texts with you again -his initial goal ever since the moment he opened his phone- just to stare at the screen or at his unopened text, his insides begged to boil with concern at the process but he figured had all night to do so, prolonging his misery could definitely wait now that Erwin was in need. And thus he simply marched to the hanger behind his front door, eager much to quickly get a hold of his warmest jacket before having to step out in the cold apartment corridor and consequentially outside in the cold December weather.

___

You forced Hange to suppress her giggles as you slipped the metallic key inside the lock to your shared apartment with Levi. With an exaggerated jump though Hange let out another scream fill the air, ignoring yet another playful rasped gaze you consequentially threw her. Laughter bubbled from the both of you as you kept on locking eyes, amused by the upcoming execution of your plan.

The plan was simple really. You had Erwin call Levi for any emergency he could come up with and only when he left the house you and Hange would sneak in, light up the aromatic candles you spent weeks picking. You would make some hot buttered rum and light the fireplace to warm up the house. Then, Hange would leave right when Erwin would call you to announce that Levi was on his way back and you'd wait for him with the biggest smile on your face.

"Okay now let's see how much time we have." You said and rubbed your hands together to warm them up. Leaning with one hand over the wall you moved the heel of your left foot on top of your right one, pressing down enough so you could wiggle your foot out of the shoe. Doing the same for your other foot, you removed your jacket and hung it behind the door.

"Erwin said it will take Levi about twenty minutes to get to him, they shall spend about ten to fifteen minutes fueling his car, but he promised he'd try his best to delay Levi if we need to. And then add another ten minutes for him to get back." Hange spoke, fixing her glasses onto her nose.

"You think I have enough time to take a bath?"

Making sure to slip her shoes off after you, Hange nodded in your direction and proceeded to set her heavy backpack on the couch. One by one she took the candles and a lighter out, eventually smirking to herself as she tried to come up with a plan on how to neatly set them around the living room.

"Hange!" Can you put those in the bedroom?" You spoke, ripping your shirt off of you before your finger came to graze the side of your mouth as your mind sunk in your thoughts.

"Ha!" Hange huffed "as if you're even going to make it to the bedroom!"

Your cheeks burned as she spoke, eyes widening slightly at how your mind told you she was completely right. Of course you and Levi wouldn't make it to the bedroom at least until later tonight. It had been months since you had last seen him and it was his birthday, you wouldn't even be able to rip yourself off of his arms. Thus you simply threw a mellow smile at Hange as you sprint to the kitchen checking to see if you had all the ingredients you'd need to make your choice of drink.

Coincidentally, you opened the oven and your eyes immediately fell on what was inside. Your expression softened as two grey toned cups shone in your orbs, the smell they emitted deliciously filling your nostrils. You smiled to your self as you thought about how your lover didn't miss out on making your traditional Christmas drink.

It was unbelievable how kind hearted Levi was, in contrary to what people thought of him, you thought. Most of the times -and simply because he didn't allow otherwise- the only thing people who weren't close to him saw was a cold demeanor, a sharp tongue and a foul mouth. It all would be too ironic if they knew how Levi was behind closed doors. Taking notice of small everyday details, sticking to his beloved routine, cherishing moments with his loved ones, remembering everything most people would ignore about others and showing his love in the sweetest yet most Levi way were only a few of his virtues.

Of course he wouldn't miss on making your favorite strawberry scented thick hot chocolate, even if you had spent the last few days not speaking to him, even if as of now he remained ignorant as to why. You assumed he believe it was about that ridiculous fight and you could admit you purposefully riled him just enough for him not to expect to see you. You were sure, seeing he had shown a previous liking in surprises like this, that his jaw would hit the floor when he'd see you.

Guilt rushed through you at the thought of you making him feel miserable even in the slightest, but Hange couldn't just have you standing there, sulking in your anxiety over how things had led up to this moment. If you wanted to make it in time for when Levi came home you'd have to rush. Hange insisted on shooing you out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, urging you to act fast, before Levi came. Sensing she was right, you settled for running to retrieve a new pair of underwear and a clean towel before jumping in the shower.

Stretching your arms to close the curtain behind you as you stepped on the white marble tiles you twisted the faucet handle to the right, letting a deep sigh escape from the depths of your chest as the hot water started running.

___

The sound of keys jiggling together filled what should have been an empty apartment, making Levi's arrival known only to you who stood inside the kitchen. He stepped inside a few seconds later, ripping his shoes off of his feet before slipping into his fuzzy slippers.

His hands immediately reached for the wipes and rubbing alcohol he kept on a stand right next to the door, silently grabbing a wipe and coating it in the strong smelling disinfectant before bringing it to his phone and keys. He spent a good minute cleaning the items meticulously only stopping when he felt satisfied to set them on the stand. He took a step to turn around with his goal to walk to the kitchen and heat up his got chocolate. Judging by the time he could still try to reach out to you before the day ended.

With a quick glance around the room, though he found himself freezing in his spot.

"Great, now I'm so shit mad I'm seeing fucking things." Levi announced -seemingly only to his own self- the moment he laid his gray orbs upon you.

"No Levi, you're not seeing things baby."

Standing up for your seat on the kitchen table you shot him an adorning look; your eyes squinted and your cheeks puffed up, coated in a sheer scarlett color. You silently watched as his eyes grew impossibly wide, flickering between you and each lit candle that showered the room in plenty of romantic golden light.

His legs were slightly trembling, his knees going weak at the sudden need to intake all of what was unraveling before him, but with his heart hammering in his whole body he only managed to part his lips before even beginning to thing if what to utter.

"Merry Christmas and happy birthday my Vee." You smiled again, mouthing the tooth rotting sweet nickname as you walked to him with open arms and a longing look on your face.

He wasted no time, even if his head was starting to buzz in confusion and uncertainty, he bucked in his stand before sprinting towards you. His hands quickly wrapped under your bum, lifting you up on him while prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. With painfully squinted eyes his nose nuzzled up between your neck and your chest, inhaling your magnetising aura sharply as he span you around. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing his head in a loving manner as you couldn't supress your bubbling giggles.

His strong grip on you wasn't ceasing, not even for a moment as he began mouthing his questions; he didn't even care that his voice was muffled by your own form.

"How- I mean when?" He spoke and only hugged you tigher onto him.

"Well, you thought I'd ever miss this day?" You placed a kiss on the top of his hairline. "I was supposed to be here days ago but my flight got delayed, so Erwin and and Hange came up with this surprise plan."

Levi's hands loosened their grip on you slowly was you tried to slide down his body carefully; this breathtaking moment could only ever last for so long, Levi figured as he set you down. Kissing you was the next task he assigned to himself, but it could only happen after he got a good look at your face.

God, he had missed you so much.

So many months had passed since the last time he had been graced with seeing you this close to him and in the moment what he was witnessing almost felt too unreal. Your tender eyes looked into his with adoration and warmth, your chest dwelled with tainted breaths as your hands slowly came to cup his sharp face.

"I'm sorry I wasn't responding at all, I really had to leave to go to the airport after that silly fight we had, I couldn't just tell you I was coming." You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. "Although I was really temped to."

Levi wrapped his arms around you again and hugged you to his chest- this time he missed on levitating you if the ground, even more fiercely than he had done before. He simply huffed in amusement in the crook of your neck, mouthing a sole 'thank you' against you.

The next kiss you shared was maniac and passionate in nature. His lips didn't just graze over yours, the engulfed them. He sucked onto your tender flesh as if his life depended on it and you couldn't get enough. You found yourself grabbing his shirt, then running your hands through the short spiky hair of his undercut.

His slick hands cupped your own face as he pulled back only to catch his breath for a moment.

"I've missed you much I can't even be patient to talk with you."

"Me too" you announced, a hazed look masking your face.

You took a few leading steps to the couch, careful not to disturb the candles in the corners of the coffee table that before it, much afraid of setting everything on fire in your despairate state to have him. Your mouth launched feverishly onto his as you threw him onto the gray sofa.

Levi didn't fight it, not even for a moment. His tongue shoved inside your mouth, rolling around yours, slurping and cherishing each corner of your mouth as he took small intakes of breath through his nose from time to time. His tender hands loosened their grip on the sides of your face, the action eliciting a small whine from your occupied mouth but to was quickly gulped down by the movement of his lips that came to suck on your tongue.

You felt his fingertips travel down your clothed body, skillfully sinking underneath your shirt before restlessly traveling back up taking the cloth away with them. You only broke away from each other for a singular moment, breaths hitching and tinting the air around you, so much that you could almost ignore the way your heart sped it's throbbing in your ears. His hips bucked longingly int you from underneath, the friction already driving you crazy.

As his hands shoved longingly inside your pants you let another moan slip from the depths of your throat, though it was guickly muffled by your lover's mouth attaching on yours , making you melt into him. You felt his fingers graze ever so slightly over your still clothed crotch, painfully flicking their way through your flesh.

Roughly, he pulled back, detaching his want body away from yours while fixing his gray eyes into you. He didn't bother speaking as he tagged at the sides of his shirt, ripping the article of clothing away from him in such quick movements, as if it was the only thing getting in his way from getting close to you.

With hanger widening his eyes he stared at you again, prompting you to put your hands into him, to feel him all the while he run his hands into your form. He failed in exploring your body as he had wished though, with a shagged breath he only managed to bring you close, in a proximity that didn't even allow a kiss to be exchanged. You simply nuzzled into the crook of his bare neck, rubbing the tip of your nose in calm circles against him as you breathed hot huffs of air onto his skin.

His back was still so muscular and ripped despite his skin being so overly smooth under your tender touch, the more small trails you rubbed over him the more he sighed in greed and over exaggerated longing. Licking his lips with a constipated look on his face, he placed a tender kiss on your collarbone before traveling back up, just to teasingly rub his bottom lip over yours.

Breaking the kiss you grabbed his hand, bringing his palm close you your face. You teasingly picked his pointer finger, making sure to scratch the inside of his hand with your nails as you brought the digit to your mouth. His mouth, running ahead of his own desire to stay quiet, blurted lewd moans at your soft suckling and with all blood boiling in his body he was unable to even think about chocking down on his sounds.

He was on his back before he even knew it. It seemed like squirming was the way to go now, right underneath you as you placed kisses all over his chest and torso. With slow hands you reached for his pants, fidgeting with his zipper and buttons before wiggling your arms inside the dark denim.

Quickly, any remaining article of clothing was discharged thrown anywhere on the floor; you could worry about that later but right now you couldn't seem to be able to pay attention on anything else than each other. You had missed him, he had missed you, there was only so much that the two of you could process momentarily.

It was the high of the moment mixed with your scent that pulled him even even more as you craddled him to your chest while never ceasing the bobbing of your hips. The kisses that he sucked in you, sped up the beating of your heart against his as soft skin mingled with your own. Even that was painful to him, the extend to which he had missed you didn't leave any space for him to pull just an inch away from you, as if he wouldn't ever be able to get enough.

"My Levi, I've missed you so much." You spoke with hitched breaths, lips grazing his earlobe ever so slightly.

Levi allowed him self to eventually grunt in response letting harsh huffs of air through his nostrils while trying to guide your hips to an alt.

"Keep talking like that and I'm not going to last." He spoke, his fingering digging into your thighs to put an halt to your movements.

It didn't work -he should have known it wouldn't work- because you only slid down on him longingly and fast, sending his mind in the familiar pre orgasmic haze he so wished to momentarily be freed from.

"Who said," you paused only for another tainted moan to slip outside your lips "I want you to last?" You placed a kiss on the skin behind his ear, careful not to suck and create any loud noise that close to his eardrum.

Levi only threw his head back, his hips starting to work onto a hard, quick rhythm against you. He trembled under your words and every deep thrust, every feel of your insides on his throbbing length was only contributing to the build up in his abdomen.

He hair, sweaty as it was, stuck on his forehead as it dripped, but you paid no mind in his salty taste as you kissed your way all over his forehead and cheeks, nose and jawline, trailing your tongue on any sharp edge of him.

Your legs were shaking now and much to your best wishes you struggled with your thrusting onto him. You only managed to gyrate your hips, earning another moan of him as you ceased your movements, sweat dripping off of your own forehead as if mimicking his antics.

His hands nearly slipped from your thighs as wet as they were but he managed to get the message you were trying to convey; with jaded breaths he started thrusting maniacally from underneath you, damaging through you as pleasure dueled in both your bodies.

Yearning splashed all over his face and his grunts only got louder. Your foreheads collided as you cupped his face, noses nuzzling up, eyes staring deep into eachother.

Gentle. His ultimate indulge into you was gentle and earth shattering at the same time. His veins popped in white hot pleasure and his chest boiled with numerous erotic moans as his abdomen screamed throughout him, leaving him with barely enough time to mechanically reach just to pull out. His head hung low onto your collarbone while his head throbbed, unable to come down from his high just yet. He couldn't even move his eyes to see you, although he knew by listening to your panted breaths that you were in the same position as him.

Pushing him back to lay down on the couch, you kissed all over his face for the thousandth time tonight.

"I'd never ever miss this important day, you know." You smiled, pressing your lips to the tip of his nose.

"It's not that special, brat" he spoke shyly as he cooed into your face rubbing his upper lip to your cheek. You recognised the action; it was a habit of his to coo in such way, any overly soft thing grazing his top lip indulged him in endless calmness and you hummed to yourself in amusement to the feeling.

"I missed you."

"I know. You said that." He huffed, his lips puckering to hide the playful demeanor behind his next words. "But I don't think I heard it right, mind repeating it?" His fingers trapped your nose between them and swayed your head from side to side before moving to your naked back to press you closer to him him once again.

"You're such a tease. I love you Levi."

"I love you too," He blurred with eyes that burned into yours and proceeded to place a sweet kiss onto your sweat drenched hair "so much, you brat."

Taglist go off: @ackermans-freedom-inc @hawkssnugget @berrijam @levisbrat25 @nobody-knows-anymore @callmepromise

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[andilovetowrite]

Lockscreens and Pictures

Peter Parker x Girlfriend! Reader

Summary: You and Peter have been dating for a year, but for some reason, he never showed you his phone, and you are starting to get a little worried about it.

Warnings: A tiny bit of angst, but mostly fluff. Also, in no way do I want to romanticise the idea of always checking your partner’s phones because I think every healthy relationship should have trust, and if you ever think something is going wrong, talk it through and work things out :)

Word Count: 1.6k words

Posted June 2, 2021

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“MJ, I’m really really worried!”

It was Friday night and you were at Peter’s house, where both of you were starting a Star Wars movie marathon. It was going really well, and since you two had alot of work to do, all the time, you both cherished each other when you were able to hang out.

So why were you calling MJ quietly in Peter’s bathroom? Well… because Peter was acting strange. Stranger than usual. He had come to pick you up, and when you saw that he had bought roses for you, you wanted to take a picture...so you asked Peter if you could use his phone.

You had never heard someone say no faster in their lives. And it wasn’t even a stuttery no that sounded like Peter. It was firm and cold no. He had not even realized it and hadn’t uttered a word regarding it, but it had been playing on your mind

“Just gotta go to the bathroom...don’t start without me!”, Peter said, winking at you as he made his way out of the room, leaving his phone on the table. You could feel your hands itching to see what he was hiding on his phone… it wasn’t like you didn’t have your secrets, but you and Peter shared everything, so what was so bad that he would snap at you like tha-

RING

RING

RING

The phone starts blaring as someone called up Peter. Wanting so badly to turn it over and see who was calling, you resisted the urge to, instead calling out to Peter. “Hey, Pete! Someone is calling you”

Hearing footsteps, you saw Peter smile at you and then smile even larger at his phone. Picking it up, for him, you tried to give it to him, but he quickly snatched it out of your hands, nervously looking at you. Taking it, he quickly glanced at the caller ID, his eyes twinkling. He looked at you haphazardly, inclining his head towards his bedroom.

“Just gotta take this call, okay. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes”

You nodded, smiling. But the minute he left, you broke down, your fists clenching as you picked up your phone to call MJ. He didn’t know that you had seen the name of the caller...which was labelled as ‘My Favorite Girl’.

So that brought you to the hushed conversation happening in the bathroom.

“Who could it be MJ?”, you asked, your mind filling with horrible possibilities.

“Y/N, it’s probably Aunt May or something...Peter would ever do something bad to you!” MJ’s voice floated through the speaker, but as she was speaking, you heard Peter say something from the other side of the wall.

“MJ, shush, Peter’s saying something”

Craning your neck to hear him, your heart shattered as you heard him speak. “I love you too! See you tonight”

Your eyes filled quickly with tears, but you wiped them away, fury taking over your body. Who the hell was Peter Parker to break your heart?

“MJ, I’m coming over in 10 min, okay? Let me go talk to Peter first.” Cutting the line, you walked out, and made a beeline for Peter, breathing heavily to not start crying as you look at him.

“So, do we wanna start with the first movi-oh. What happened?”, Peter asked, concern showing on his face.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes, saying everything out quick. “What is such a big secret that you can’t tell me, Peter?!”

For a second, he looked gobsmacked, his eyes bulging out of his head. “What? You know I’m Spiderman already Y/N-”

“No, not that. What is so special about your phone Pete? Why can’t you show me?”

Opening and closing his mouth, he just stared at you, not making a move. So you made one instead. Reaching for the infamous phone on the couch, you picked it up swiftly. Peter gasped, fingers trying to reach for you.

“No, Y/N don’t!”, Peter yelled, running to you, but it was too late. You had seen his phone, and he was basically hyperventilating at what you would say when you saw what was on there….

“Am I your lock screen?”, you asked, an amused smile making its way onto your face.

Peter looked down, his face heating up in embarrassment. “You weren’t supposed to see that”, he muttered quietly. You walked closer to him, the phone still in your hand. You stared down at it, your face flushing as you remembered when you took the picture.

It had been the week after your first date, and Peter had clumsily asked if you wanted to go out again on Friday. Since you were still in shock with your crush liking you back, you said yes without hesitation. And it had been one of the best dates you had been on.

You two had gone to a carnival, and it was magical. With several rides and attractions, you had stayed out for a long time. When it was finally time to go home, Peter insisted on getting you something as a reminder of the night, so he spent about 50 dollars on a claw machine to win you a little bear, which you had to this day.

After he had won you that, and given it to a red-faced you, you had taken a picture. With Peter holding the bear and smiling dopily at the camera while you have kissed his cheek, a similar grin on your face.

Looking back on it now, you felt so relieved. “Oh, thank god it’s just this. I thought you were cheating on me-”

“What!?”, Peter asked, a shocked look on his face. “I wouldn’t ever cheat on you Y/N”

You nodded, falling into the couch with him, your mind still whirling. “Wait, then who is ‘My Favorite Girl’ on your phone? Cause it isn’t me”

Peter laughed, picking up his phone. Opening it, he went to his contact list and clicked the number. A picture popped up, and it definitely wasn’t one that you expected. He and Morgan.

“Wha?”

“Whenever I and Morgan hang out, she always insists that she is my favourite little girl in the world, and she is definitely right”, Peter said cheekily, turning to look at you, “sorry Y/N, but you got some serious competition…”

Embarrassed, you hid your face in your hands, your cheeks red. “Shut up”, you muttered as Peter’s arms went around you, his laugh vibrating through your shoulder.

“Sorry sorry! But Morgan would be absolutely devastated when she heard that I loved her sister more than her!”

“Wait, why are you talking to Morgan?”

Peter blushed, staring at you. “She was gonna help me make you some type of promise ring… I just needed your ring size first, and she lives with you, so I thought she and I could help each other.”

Even though you were hiding your face, you could feel your face heat up at Peter’s sentence. “What did you give her in return”, you asked, knowing Morgan wouldn’t help someone for free.

“Um...back rides for eternity, BUT it’s fine!” You laughed softly but then became serious as you remember what you had stormed out here to do.

“Sorry Pete, I shouldn’t have thought you would cheat on me”, you said, a frown taking over your face at the thought.

Peter became stiff, and for a fraction of time, he didn’t say anything, but then he brought your face up to his, looking into your eyes. His chocolate brown eyes searched yours for something, and he apparently found it because he pulled you into a sweet soft kiss that left you breathless.

“You know I wouldn’t ever even think of cheating on you right?”, he asked, worried. You nodded, hugging him back. “Plus, how could I ever do better than you?”

You pulled back, giggling. “You sell yourself too short Mr Parker. There are tons of girls who would love to date you”, you said, but then whispered in his ear, taking pride in how he shivered, “too bad no one else is ever gonna have you.”

“I agree completely Ms Stark. Even though half of New York would like to be with you,” he whispered, “you are stuck with me!”

You groaned, acting annoyed. “Ugh, the puns are horrible…”

Peter smugly smiled, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, but you love them, don’t you?”

You brushed his hair out of his eyes, as you kissed him lightly. “Yes, I do love them”

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Aww, I loved this one, and I hope you all did as well. Thanks so much for reading this! Also, my requests are closing by the end of the week, so if you wanna send anything in, then please do it soon, since I have a lot of work to do, and might not have enough time to do requests for the next few weeks.

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Incomparable Beauty

pairing: Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: sfw, mention of insecurities

genre/AU: fluff, light academia (?) [i highly recommend imagining Izuku in light academia fashion, including some glasses ;) ], aged up characters [third-years]

word count: ~3.4K

synopsis: The young and talented photographer, Izuku Midoriya, is searching for a muse for his next entry in an art gallery. Of course, there seems to be one person who inspires him most of all.

a/n: hi hi <3 shoutout to my lovely 🍥 and ☕️ anons for requesting/helping me figure out this izuku fluff! i am really proud of this so i hope you all like it <3 reblogs are super helpful and id love to hear your thoughts on it. enjoy xx

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Izuku Midoriya looked up at the golden-pink sky. He stared into the abyss, hoping to think of something worth capturing. He adjusted the thin glasses that rested upon his face. He sighed and sat up, grabbing his notebook. Inside were hundreds of scribbles, sketches, and ideas that never seemed good enough. He looked to his right, where his camera laid. He wished that it could just take the pictures itself and create something jaw dropping. Still, a camera is nothing without a photographer. Furthermore, a photographer is nothing without a muse.

Izuku gathered his things as he headed back inside, making his way to his dorm. He was frustrated. He only had one week left to submit something into the Tokyo Gallery for Promising Artists, and even then it wasn't a guarantee that he would be selected. Maybe he should send an old piece he thought. He did have a few that he was proud of, but unfortunately, none of them fit the required theme of the gallery.

Izuke had his hands full as he attempted to open his dorm room door. You were making your way up the stairs when you spotted him. Izuku dropped his notebook, loose pages now scattered across the floor. You rushed over.

“Great…” he sighed. You quietly began to pick up the sheets of papers. Izuku froze.

“Midoriya, here,” you smiled, handing him his notebook. His cheeks flushed a rosy pink. He took his notebook back with shaky hands.

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Is all that for the gallery? I heard that you were entering,” you smiled. Izuku chuckled.

“It is but by the looks of it, I won’t be submitting anything. I still haven't come up with anything good enough,” he explained.

“Well don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure inspiration will strike you soon enough,” you reassured him, “you’re a brilliant photographer after all.”

Izuku's face was now a bright red. He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“T-Thank you again. Well-uh- goodnight Y/N.”

“Goodnight Izuku.”

You walked away to your dorm as Izuku entered his own. He set all his things down and began to fan his burning face. He has known you for about three years now, yet he still can’t find the courage to get closer to you. You flustered him to no end, without even trying. Your voice, your smile, your laugh, your heart; Midoriya simply couldn’t get enough. You were so beautiful in all ways possible.

Midoriya looked at the printed flair pinned to his wall.

Those interested in applying to the Tokyo Art Gallery must follow the theme below in order to be considered.

The prompt read as follows:

‘Capture beauty in its purest form.’

Beauty, thought Izuku. Almost everything is beautiful. The way the sun rises and falls each day is beautiful. How Inko called Izuku every night at exactly 7:30 was beautiful. The friendships that Izuku cherished were beautiful. Then, there was you. Izuku’s mind couldn’t help but wonder to the thought of you in relation to beauty. Now you were truly beautiful.

Izuku soon had an idea.

~

The following day you found yourself sitting on one of the garden benches. Your classes were finished and you decided that some fresh air might do you some good. You basked in the warm sunlight, as if you were a precious flower that needed it to survive.

Izuku figured that you would be in the academy garden, so he made his way over there. His camera hung around his neck as he held tightly onto his notebook. With a shaky hand, Izuku tapped your shoulder.

“H-Hi Y/N,” he smiled nervously. You greeted him happily, gesturing for him to join you on the bench.

“Hi! Something wrong?” you questioned. Izuku looked like he was sick.

“Oh no, nothing’s wrong. I just-uh- wanted to ask you something…”

“Alright, what is it?”

Izuku set down his notebook next to his side. He held his hands together staring at them.

“Could I take your picture for the Tokyo Gallery?”

Your eyes widened at his request. The best and most handsome photographer in all of UA Academy of the Arts wanted to take your picture.

“You want to take a picture of me? I-I’m no model Izuku…”

“You’ll do great! I have this idea in my mind and it has to be with you.”

Now you were the nervous one. You weren’t one who particularly liked getting their picture taken.

“What if I mess it up? I’d hate to be the reason you don’t get accepted…”

“If those critics reject me, they’re just dumb. I promise it would have nothing to do with you. Please Y/N?” Izuku carefully took your hand with his and stared deep into your eyes. Gosh, how could you say no to him when he looked at you like that.

“Okay, I’ll do it,” you smiled. Izuku squeezed your hand and jumped up from where he sat.

“Thank you Y/N! I promise it will be perfect. Mind if we shoot tomorrow?”

“That sounds good to me.” Izuku smiled so brightly he outshined the sun. He grabbed his things once more.

“Meet me here at noon tomorrow. Try to wear a neutral colored shirt, okay?” he said. You nodded.

“Okay.”

Izuku ran off, leaving you alone in the garden. You soon felt a large pit in the bottom of your stomach.

You stood before the full length mirror of your dorm. You stepped closer to it, examining every detail of you being. A photoshoot? Not only that, but a photoshoot of just you. No way to hide behind anyone or fade into the background. It would be a picture of you. The pit in your stomach only grew. You stared into the mirror, almost hoping the reflection would change into someone else. Someone who would appear beautiful in an enlarged image. Certainly Izuku could’ve asked any other girl to be his model, but insisted that it had to be you. You didn’t understand why. You didn’t view yourself as beautiful in any form. So how could he?

~

It was close to noon and you should be heading to the garden to meet Izuku. You put on a neutral colored tank top as Izuku requested and finished applying some natural makeup. Your hands shook as you held the brushes. Hopefully your nerves would cease by the time you got to the garden.

Izuku had been setting up since early in the morning. He created a handmade crown of white baby’s breath for you to wear and arranged his backdrop. He set up his lighting and sun reflectors exactly where he wanted. You had been standing by one of the bushes for a few minutes, afraid to interrupt him. He was so in his element. The sleeves to his button down rolled up to his elbows. His dark sunglasses covering his eyes. His beige colored paints stained green at the hem from working in the grass, same with his off-white sneakers. You honestly thought he looked beautiful.

“Hi Izuku,” you said. Izuku jumped then turned to look at you.

“Oh Y/N you’re here, perfect! Y-You look great,” he smiled. Your face grew warm.

“Oh thank you. So, what’s the plan?” Izuku moved his sunglasses to his forehead, pushing back his fluffy green hair.

“So, your job is fairly simple. I’m gonna have you sit on this stool and hold onto this bouquet of flowers. Since it's just me out here I’ll be messing around with the equipment until I find the right lighting and all that. All you need to do is keep the pose I tell you to, okay?” he explained. You nodded.

“What is the theme for this year’s gallery?” you asked. Midoriya flinched.

“Oh it’s um...nature…” he muttered. Nature? Why doesn’t he just take a picture of a tree and call it good? What does he need you for, you wondered.

Izuku set down the stool in front of the garden wall and you sat down. He grabbed the bouquet and handed it to you. He then placed the crown uptop of your head. He carefully arranged it to rest effortlessly on you. His nimble fingers were delicate as they touched your head, then moved to your cheek without him thinking. Izuku’s index finger now rested under your chin as you looked up at him. With a burning face and widened eyes, you wished to never look away. Out of flustering embarrassment, Izuku took his hand back.

“Yeah um so for the pose I’d like you to be looking slightly to the side with your chin tilted up just as I had it. Then with the flowers have them close to your cheek. I’ll probably tell you to switch out poses here and there but that's a good place to start. Okay?”

“Okay.”

Izuku walked back and grabbed his camera. Your heart was pounding out of your chest. You tried to keep yourself calm with a few deep breaths.

“Ready?” asked Izuku. You nodded.

“Ready.”

The first click of the camera and flashing lights was the most startling. You soon got used to it, following whatever instructions Izuku gave you. You moved your head and hand placement, soon feeling more comfortable with everything.

“Yes that's perfect...keep doing that…” Izuku blurted out whatever thoughts came to his mind as he captured you on film. His encouragement was honestly what made your heart race.

“Now lower the bouquet so I can see your pretty face…yeah just like that Y/N…”

Midoriya didn’t even realize what he had said until the words left his mouth, but he didn’t care. He meant it.

“Okay now open your eyes and look slightly towards me, parting your lips a bit…”

Izuku snapped the picture then froze. He looked down at the small digital image.

“So beautiful…”

“Hmm?” You questioned. Izuku snapped out of the trance that he was in. He chuckled nervously.

“OH-the pictures look really good that's all. I think we are good,” he said. You let out a sigh.

“Oh good. That was honestly pretty exhausting.”

“I really appreciate you letting me use you for the gallery. I already know the final product is gonna turn out amazing,” he cheered. You smiled.

“It’ll be amazing because you are amazing,” you said. Izuku blushed.

“So are you.”

You took off the crown and returned the flowers to Midoriya. You helped him put away his equipment before the two of you headed back inside.

“Um Y/N, did you maybe want to grab something to eat?” he asked. You smiled.

“I’d love to, just let me change first,” you chuckled.

“Oh yeah of course.”

You dropped off the equipment at Izuku’s dorm before heading to your own. You slipped on a green sweater and some sweatpants before finding him again.

You and Izuku went to the dinning hall, each of you picking up a bowl of ramen. You decided to eat outside on the balcony.

“How do you think the pictures turned out?” you asked.

“Honestly, really good. You did amazing,” he smiled. You looked down at your food.

“I was honestly super nervous for them. Couldn’t you tell?”

“Not at all! You were a natural out there! I really think this will be some of my best work yet,” said Izuku.

“I’d love to go to the gallery with you,” you whispered. Izuku’s eyes widened.

“I was planning on taking you regardless,” he replied, “thank you by the way.”

You tilted your head.

“For what?”

“For always believing in me. I probably wouldn’t be a photographer if it weren’t for you.”

In Izuku’s first year, he was at the bottom of his class. He knew he wanted to do photography, but couldn’t seem to get the hang of it. He was so frustrated one day that he even said that he would be dropping out and quitting forever. You convinced him not to, to keep trying. You saw his talent when no one else could. Even when he couldn’t. From that day forward, Izuku worked to become the best young photographer in all of the Shizuoka Prefecture.

“Well I knew that you could do it, and I was right,” you teased.

“You’re great Y/N, seriously,” he said. You looked at Izuku, your face growing hot.

“I don’t know about that…”

“What? Come on, you’re smart, you’re kind, you’re talented, and you always seem to know what to say. You’re incomparable.”

“To what?”

“To anything. You’re incomparable to anything because you’re you.”

Midoriya had to stop himself from saying anymore, for fear of spilling his whole heart before you. He meant it however. Nobody compares to you.

You swirled your noodles around in their bowl. The pounding in your chest came back. You locked eyes with Izuku.

“You’re incomparable too.”

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Izuku spent every waking moment arranging his piece for submission to the gallery. He was always found in the art room, either photoshopping or preparing the flowers to be pressed. Once the image of you was edited to his liking, he developed a large scale version of the picture. He enjoyed putting the pieces together. From hand pressing the flowers to finding the perfect frame to keep it all in, he has created a masterpiece. All thanks to his muse.

You roamed the empty halls of the school in search of Izuku. You hadn’t seen him all day, assuming he would be in the art room. It was late, he honestly should be asleep. You stood in front of the art room door and carefully opened it up.

Izuku was fast asleep on one of the desks. The large photograph was wrapped and ready to be sent to Tokyo. You quietly walked over to him, tapping his shoulder.

“Izuku? It's late, you should go to your dorm,” you whispered. Izuku groaned. He opened his eyes and stretched his arms out.

“What time is it?” he yawned. You chuckled.

“Close to eleven. You should get some actual rest. You have to go to Tokyo pretty early tomorrow.”

“R-Right...the gallery…”

You could hear the exhaustion behind his voice. You grabbed his hand, helping him up.

“Come on, let's go.” You held Izuku’s hand as he lazily walked to the dorms. You led him to his room.

“Goodnight Y/N…”

“Goodnight Izuku,” you smiled. Izuku scratched his messy hair, giving you a weak smile. Without thinking, you leaned in placing a quick kiss on his cheek, before rushing to your own dorm.

~

Izuku stared at the letter on his desk. He had received it hours ago yet was too nervous to check. It was addressed to him by the Tokyo Art Gallery.

He took a deep breath and grabbed the letter opener from his desk, carefully gliding it across the envelope. He took out the folder paper and opened it up. Izuku ran to your room.

You jumped from your bed when you heard the pounding on your door.

“Izuku? Everything okay?”

He didn’t say anything, simply handing you the letter.

“Is this…?”

“Read it.”

You caught your breath, peaking at the paper.

‘Dear Mr. Midoriya,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Tokyo Art Gallery for Promising Artists! Your piece titled…’

You didn’t finish reading the letter. Instead, you jumped into Izuku’s arms.

“I knew you’d make it! I’m so proud of you!” you cheered. Izuku hugged you tightly, laughing with joy.

“It’s all thanks to you, I couldn’t do it without you,” he whispered. You looked at Izuku, your hands on his shoulder as he held onto your waist. His face blushed red.

“Oh sorry-” he mumbled, removing his grip from you. Your face burned.

“I-It’s okay...congratulations Izuku. You did it,” you smiled. Izuku took your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“We did it.”

It was the day of the gallery showing. You were beyond excited to see all the beautiful artwork, specifically Izuku’s. You still hadn’t seen the final product.

You were dressed and ready, waiting for Izuku.

“Sorry I’m late-”

Izuku came rushing down the stairs to meet you. He looked devilishly handsome in his light grey suit and black turtleneck underneath. He prompted for some beat up black sneakers today.

“That's alright… you look nice,” you smiled. Izuku blushed.

“Says you..you look...wow…” He could barely form a sentence you were so breathtaking.

“Oh stop…”

“Shall we?” Izuku held out his arm for you to take. You did happily.

“We shall.”

The two of you rode the train to Tokyo, arriving at the gallery just before it was open to the public.

“Mr. Midoriya,” said one of the gallery workers, “your art is on the third floor.”

“Thank you.” You and Izuku made your way up the stairs, searching the room for the photo.

“Oh here it is,” smiled Izuku. The large photo was covered up and had velvet rope to stop anyone from getting too close.

“Wow, they must’ve liked yours!” you exclaimed. Izuku blushed.

“Well I didn’t tell you but it actually got nominated for best portrait of the gallery…”

“WHAT? Izuku, that's amazing!” you gushed.

“Yeah so some judges will take a look at it later on and hopefully we win…”

“Doesn’t matter if we win or not. I know it's the best one here,” you smiled.

You soon heard footsteps make their way up to the third floor.

“Showtime,” whispered Izuku. You took a step back from the portrait and watched as Izuku removed the curtain that covered it. The room filled with awes.

Izuku decided to go with the last picture that he took, the one where you seemed to have taken his breath away. You were entirely in black and white, only color coming from the flowers atop of your head and in your hand. Also, the pressed flowers that surrounded you. Izuku covered up the garden wall with pressed roses, daisies, lilies, and sunflowers. You looked like an angel.

You took a few steps towards the picture, reading its title.

‘Incomparable Beauty’ - Izuku Midoriya

You couldn’t seem to find the words, none of them seemed to be right. You backed away from the portrait before bumping into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry-” you said. They smiled.

“Don’t worry about it. Wait...you’re the model in that photo,” they replied. You gulped.

“Um yeah I am…”

“Well tell your photographer that they did an excellent job, really captured the gallery theme.”

“The nature theme?” you questioned. They tilted their head.

“No, the theme was ‘Beauty in its Purest Form’. Really great work.”

Your eyes widened.

“Uh-excuse me-”

You began to shuffle through the crowd of people. Izuku noticed you make your way towards the exit.

“Y/N? Y/N!”

Izuku followed you down the stairs. You rushed outside, breathing in the fresh air. Izuku grabbed onto your arm.

“Y/N what's wrong?” pleaded Izuku, “did you not like it?”

You shook your head. Tears began to gather in the corners of your eyes.

“No Izuku, I loved it. I really loved it,” you sniffled. Midoriya felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Why did you run?”

“Because...I didn’t recognize myself...I looked-”

“Beautiful. You look beautiful,” he interrupted.

“Y-You think I’m beautiful?” you cried. Izuku wiped away your stray tears.

“Y/N, I think you are the most beautiful girl in the world, inside and out. Y-You’re my muse.”

Izuku cupped your face as you tried to hold back anymore tears.

“You made me look beautiful…”

“No Y/N, you are beautiful. I simply clicked the camera.”

Izuku pulled you into a tight hug, holding the back of your head gently. There was something about the way Izuku made you feel. As if you were the only girl in the world.

“I love you,” you whispered. Izuku’s eyes grew. He moved to face you, a smile creeping onto his face.

“I love you.”

Izuku placed his hand onto your cheek, feeling your soft skin. He began to inch closer to you. You couldn’t wait anymore, the anticipation killing you. You collided your lips with his, wrapping your arms around him. He had one hand on the small of your back as the other held the back of your head. Izuku took mental pictures of this moment, wishing to relive it over and over again. The warmth between the two of you in contrast to the cold air that surrounded you. It was a tornado of emotions.

You looked at Izuku, both of your faces burning and you attempted to catch your breath. You pressed your foreheads together, chuckling softly. Izuku kissed your forehead.

“You really are incomparable.”

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chapter 31

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𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: romance | slice of life | fluff | angst | bts x female!reader | ot7

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: You watched them from the sidelines ever since you were a young teenage girl. Now you’re grown up, they’ve returned after 2 long years and everything has changed. What happens when you pull back the mask and find the darkness within? What happens when you see that they’re broken?

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: cliffhangers | angst | fluff | slight mentions of self hatred | depression | mental health illness | self harm | occurs in the year 2024 | set in a timeline where BTS went to the military together | slight language

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Opening the door to your apartment, you sigh.

It was a long day. The photoshoot lasted longer than you expected, and you didn't even get a chance to reprint your schedule. It was for the best though, you supposed. Namjoon didn't need you to do much of anything else besides assist him while he set up to get some work done.

Biting your bottom lip, you try not to feel guilty that you left him all alone. He said he needed no distractions, but you pray he doesn't pull an all-nighter. Knowing him, however...Glancing down at your phone, you wince at the week's schedule Mr. Sejin gave to you before leaving. He told you that getting a daily schedule would be tedious, and informed you that weekly schedules would be sent to you every Sunday.

As for this week...

They have hardly any free time, especially Namjoon. Filled to the brim with practices, photoshoots, and interviews...you can't imagine what it'd be like when promotions start. He really shouldn't be pulling all-nighters nowadays, he needs to rest now to prepare for the workload that will come his way.

You scoff.

Who are you kidding? Namjoon won't be likely to do that. He's the type to pour out every last of his waking spirit into his work. Even if you did go back to help, you'd probably be in the way. Not to mention the fact he wouldn't listen to a word you say.

Shaking your head, you wonder if your mother felt the same way when she was raising you.

Studying all night, practicing until your voice was sore or you couldn't dance anymore, pushing yourself to the very limit, preparing for your dream...

Swallowing hard, you push the thought out of your mind.

You don't have time for guilt.

Slipping out of your shoes, you advance, locking the door tightly behind you. In the corner of your mind, you wonder if Sunoh is sleeping already. Glancing at the clock, you roll your eyes. If he wasn't, he'd be crazy.

3 am already?

Reminds you of the times you would write till the wee hours of the morning. Creating countless stories and adventures, different worlds and different people, trying to find a way to escape when you had nowhere else to run. When was the last time you were inspired to even pick up a pencil much less write?

"I hate being alone." You murmur, rubbing your face. "I always think too much."

Setting your satchel on the counter island, you empty its contents and come across the contract. Freezing, you slowly pull it out and stare at it.

This is your dream.

So why are you hesitating?

Taking it to the table, you pull out a chair and carefully set it down.

It couldn't hurt to read through, could it?

You wonder why you are so afraid. What he did wasn't even something to be worried about. But when the one you cherish the most tells you you'll never make it, that you aren't talented enough...

He heard your voice and called it mediocre, amateur, and told you to find a new dream. Told you to give up on something you would never succeed at. Told you everything you worked so hard for was worthless. It was unrealistic, it wasn't worth trying.

You'd never make it anyway.

You weren't nearly as pretty enough to fit their standards.

You weren't perfect enough to pass their expectations.

You weren't made for the dream, so you shouldn't be given the chance to achieve them.

Groaning, you try to swallow the lump in your throat, you try to ignore everything you wish to hold back, but you can't.

How?

How could they see that you were worth something?

Obviously, you aren't worth that much, obviously, you aren't that special...

"Why are you hesitating?"

Remembering what Suga said, you wonder at the question yourself.

This is supposed to be your dream, you are supposed to hold onto it no matter what others tell you. No matter what people may think. It's something that's made to be eternal, that won't give up as long as you don't give up either.

Are you afraid?

"Yes. I'm terrified."

But why are you terrified? Why can't you forget the past?

"What if he's right? What if I'm not cut out for this?"

So are you afraid of what others think?

"No."

Then what is it?

You think of everyone who is counting on you, their high expectations. What they are risking for you. You think of the people who came before you, how hard they tried for this chance, just so they can achieve a dream they may never get. You think of your mother, who lost the very same dream and could never achieve it.

What is holding you back?

"What if I let them down?" you whisper softly, as a tear finally escapes its blockade and lands on the very same contract you've been holding in your hands.

You've dreamed of this. Receiving your first contract and signing with a company, ready to become a trainee, ready to be the singer; the performer you've always wanted. You've imagined the scenario in your head, acted it out many times over and over again. This was supposed to be a happy moment, the moment when all your hard work meant something. The moment when you finally took the next step towards your goal.

Inwardly, you want to scream in joy. You want to cry from happiness. But that fear, that blockade of terror, that is the one thing that holds you back.

What if when you finally let go, when you allow yourself to be happy again, it's ruined?

I gave everything to you.

"Shut up."

But you threw it away.

"Stop."

And for what? A dream that will never find its way out of your head?

"You're not here."

It's worthless hoping for something that can never happen.

"You don't know that."

Do you want to be worthless?

"You don't get to dictate my life."

Biting your lip, turn the final page of the contract, and find the dotted line. A line that will sign your life away. A line that holds every dream, every wish, every hope you've gathered in your small wish to be an idol. To sing on the stage, to perform and touch the world with your music.

Your world.

Finding a pen amongst the confines of your satchel, you put the tip gently to the paper and sign your name.

You smile once you do, and hold your hands to your face.

Letting out a small shriek, you let your excitement take control of your body and you allow the euphoric feeling of happiness to spread throughout you. You push back the feelings of doubt, the paralyzing helplessness of terror. For now, that doesn't matter. At this moment, those feelings aren't important.

Who cares about what's to happen in the future?

Would you rather be held back because of things you can't control?

No, this is your choice. This is your life.

You make the choice, no one else can make it for you.

At the harsh ringer of the phone, you jump. Startled, you turn to it from where it sits on the counter and check the caller ID.

One step at a time right?

That's all it takes to be okay again.

To move on.

Maybe it's time you talked to her.

Setting the pen down, you pick up your phone, taking a deep breath before accepting the call.

"Hi, Mom."

she finally called her mom! question, on a scale of 1-10 how angry would your guys' mom be if you ghosted her for this long? 0.o cuz mine would disown me for the longest time.

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Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Sanosuke Sakura Epilogue

hrm... im debating looking at buying some of the Shinkai Reimeiroku drama cds when they come out... but if I do that, it’ll push back when my BD order of Souma-hen arrives (i refuse to pay for shipping twice when their release dates are so close together)... and i know i’m a bit interested in kazama being in a reimeiroku drama because of the timeline tho id definitely choose to do that in a heartbeat if there was a drama with both Serizawa and Kazama on it. lol. decisions, decisions.

anyway, this is my 2nd translation from this game this month and this is the Sanosuke version of the 『 恋染めし日』 story which im fairly certain happens before his last Edo Blossoms chapter... images used in this post were snips from my vita capture vids.

Hakuoki Yuugiroku 2 - Sanosuke Sakura Epilogue

Translation by KumoriYami

The sakura were no longer in full bloom, and would now vividly scatter as they were carried away by the wind. 

The light red petals [tl i have is for red] from the above branches spread across/formed a thin layer on the ground.......

We were admiring this blanket of sakura that had scattered about.

Chizuru: Sanosuke-san, the sakura season will soon be over/is coming to its end.

Harada: That’s right. From the looks of it/At this rate, in about two or three days/in a few days, these sakura will begin to sprout leaves.

Ever since the snow melted, and when/once we could feel the warmth of spring from the sun/sunlight/shine, we've been visiting here everyday.

We found the first buds today. 

Today we saw a perched cuckoo.

These buds are starting to bloom/about to bloom..

The first flower finally blossomed——.

Each/Every time we came here, Sanosuke-san and I would talk about these subjects, and it was just the other day/a few days ago when the sakura finally bloomed.

Harada: We waited so long for them to blossom, but they don't stay in bloom for long.

Chizuru: Yes/That’s true......

As I gently touched a (nearby)/the (nearby) trunk, I could feel the slight heat from where the tree had been exposed to the sunlight.

Then, as if to ascertain my thoughts/grab my attention /check on me, Sanosuke-san's hand was holding mine.

Harada: Is something wrong/What’s wrong, Chizuru?

Chizuru: No. When Sanosuke-san and I came here today, earlier you said...... That you were thinking about how the beauty of sakura has remained unchanged even though we’ve left our homeland and had come to this foreign country [i give up rewording this so that its more condensed for now]. 

Harada: That’s right....... but, I feel that I've profited quite a bit. 

Chizuru: Profited?

Harada: Yeah. The sakura blooming season would have already ended in Kyo or Edo/Edo by now....... So don't you think it's great that we're able to see sakura at this time, even while this far north/even while we're this far up north?

Chizuru: Fufu. 

Hearing Sanosuke-san's childish words, I couldn't but help but smile.

Unlike Japan, sakura are not seen everywhere in this northern land.

While I felt a sense of nostalgia as I looked towards the southern skies, Sanosuke-san suddenly got down onto the ground.

Harada: Hei...... yo [basically allez-oop, mais, je ne peux pas penser à un équivalent]. 

(he lies down)

Chizuru: Sa-Sanosuke-san? What are you doing?

Harada: Ah, this is more comfortable than I thought. You should try lying down too. 

Chizuru: Ex-Excuse me then......

As I boldly lay on the on the ground that was covered in sakura, I could see how the petals accumulated as they fluttered together. 

After lying down like Sanosuke-san said, I looked up towards the sky, and couldn't help but exclaim/marvel at this beautiful view.

Chizuru: Wow...... Look, Sanosuke-san. It's like a rain of sakura......

Harada: Although we come here to see the sakura whenever we have time these days... It’s quite refreshing to see them from a different perspective/angle. You get to see what you normally wouldn’t see.

The were sakura that had fallen onto the ground around me, and there were sakura dancing in the sky.

The petals falling from the sky made the sakura feel like snow as they began piling up over me......

The moment I was buried/covered in this snow of sakura, just as I was about to close my eyes, a shadow suddenly fell over me.

Chizuru:!?

(he kisses Chizuru. i think. i clipped the pics for this when vlc was muted on account of recording sound)

Harada: You're too/so defenseless, Chizuru.

Chizuru:......Surprise attacks are unfair. 

I hadn’t even realized when he had gotten up. 

Sanosuke-san, who was supposed to be lying down next to me, showed a proud expression, as I protested with my stolen lips. 

Harada: Didn't I tell you before that I would kiss you if I ever caught you off-guard?

Chizuru: Did you ever say that......?

I tried to remember those words, but I didn't think it mattered anymore.

Sanosuke-san smiled and continued to speak. 

Harada: "Well, it's because you look like that, that I want to kiss you/you're showing such an expression makes me want to kiss you. If you don't want that, shouldn't you not be showing me such an adorable expression/shouldn't you stop showing such an adorable expression to me?

Seeing how Sanosuke-san had a childish/mischievous expression, I whispered softly.

Chizuru:......I can't do that/That's impossible.

Harada:......?

Chizuru: Because I want Sanosuke-san to love me even more/more and more.

Ever since I started living with Sanosuke-san, I have probably become more selfish/willful.

As if to embrace the sky and sakura, I laid down and spread my arms.

Harada: If you say something like that, how can I not cherish you even more?

While taking Sanosuke-san into my outstretched arms, I sighed happily.

continued chatting

bring this to an end <-

——A moment later.

After getting off the blanket of sakura, we faced one another again beneath the sakura. [reword later? i can’t figure out to make this less wordy].

Harada: So, what now? Do you want to continue talking/chatting here?

Chizuru: N-No, let's go home now!

I spoke quickly as I desperately tried to hide the redness of my face.

Although I would have loved to continue watching the sakura, I was/felt too embarrassed to now......

While I didn't expect anyone to come here, if someone really did, I wouldn’t be able to go outside/wouldn't dare to leave the house ever again.

Harada: Then, let's/we'll continue this next time.

Chizuru: When will that next time be?

Harada: Hm? If you want, it can be tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Chizuru: Yes. Let’s come again before the sakura have completely scattered.

In the days to come, how many times will be able to talk beneath the sakura trees before the sakura fall/scatter...

As I pondered this question, we left this place.

---End---

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