#if you’re a daydreamer in any sense of the world you will love this book

[johnisonlysleeping]

I watched the Holdovers yesterday (it was great) and honestly I relate to the old man owning like 2 boxes of just copies of the meditation book. If I could I’d own like 20 copies of the Book of Disquiet, there would be a whole shelf dedicated to it, and I’d also gift it to everyone I know for Christmas because it was that much of a life changing read for me

[pupyr0arz]

To Color

to influence, especially in a negative way; distort or exaggerate.

Soap x m!reader: references to reader being AMAB, being a gay man, being in a gay relationship, etc. minimal pronouns. Part 1.

Summary: Every human on earth sees the world in blacks and whites and grey until they touch a specific individual, romanticized as their fates love. You don’t buy into that, you’re happy as you are and don’t need or want a stranger barging into your life just because your eyes decided they were important. Johnny disagrees with this conclusion.

warnings: Johnny is a bad, bad man, and reader is going to be miserable for a while, sorry. General cws for creepy, pushy behavior, sexual harassment, stalking, and Johnny not respecting Reader’s autonomy or ability to choose. More warnings may be added. Mentions of sex. Minors DNI

@gatlily @focalor-hydro-archon hey pst. Pssst.

Soulmates are overrated, overhyped, over-mentioned, over talked about. It’s awfully inescapable, in movies, in ads, on the news, in books, and the looks you get for complaining about it, like you’ve declared a blood feud on the concept. You just want some peace from the expectation and all the assumptions of glitz and glamor for five goddamn seconds, but lately that blood feud is looking mighty tempting.

Your cynicism in regards to fated lovers wasn’t part of anything dramatic, like in the movies where the skeptic always got revealed to be the child of a divorce caused by soulmates or something equally inane. Your parents weren’t soulmates, which was honestly average. Most people never met their soulmates and lived perfectly fulfilling lives. Soulmates weren’t the end all be all of love, and when they did show up they certainly didn’t all fall into the simple shapes a romcom would tell you.

Your father could see color, his soulmate was platonic in his cousin, the two of them were close friends and they lived just down the street. You’d come up on the porch while your cousins played in the yard and sipped sour lemonade and bother them about how colors looked, and they’d argue about shades and how to describe it. Your father always wanted you to meet your soulmate, wistfully regaling the first time he ever saw the blueness of the sky. Uncle Jeremy would just pinch your cheek and wave you off with a laugh. You had a really normal childhood, honestly.

You got tired of the game in high school, when blossoming hormones and teen drama rocked the school for weeks on end over and over about the same damn things. You were old enough to really have coherent opinions about the world, and fated lovers had turned from funny stories from your father and ads on tv to in your face irritants. One of your friends friends faked seeing color for two weeks to date a guy she really liked. You weren’t extremely close to either, you sat with them at lunch and watched them in periods and they seemed happy. He dumped her in a flash, and moped around school afterwards and all you could think about was why color seemed to matter so much to people.

It sounded fantastical, sure, you wouldn’t mind having an extra sense. You daydreamed about color coming to you in a whirl, setting the world alight in a billion lights, seeing things in new clarity and depth. It was hard to imagine, some other attribute lurking just outside of vision that stained the world in strange, vivid ways.

Bonded people opened museums, attractions built for viewing color in odd ways that blended and blurred together to your black and white vision. Hidden objects and paintings and other things that they cooed over, long essays about vibrancy and the million metaphors for color. You don’t really buy into any of it, if you could taste the crispness of a shade of ‘red’ then what’s the deal with feeling it with your eyes? You’ve eaten apples before, you don’t need to see the flavor to enjoy it. Why should you be so desperate to sacrifice so much, when you already have senses that give you joy?The thing is, with fantastical things is that they’re fantasy, they aren’t grounded in anything solid or real, and you weren’t enthusiastic to take that leap of faith and step onto open air and pray it was a trust fall, not a jump to your death.

You could live without color, and honestly thousands and thousands of people got on perfectly fine. It’s not like any part of society was really based on seeing color these days, other than the fine arts. You weren’t artsy anyways, you never managed to get into it. So what if you didn’t really know whatever ‘green’ really was, did it really mean the end of the world? the end of a relationship? Why would you throw away something that made you happy, something stable, for a complete stranger? Your mother was perfectly happy with your father, and she had never met her soulmate. What if your soulmate was a family member, or a friend? Why did everyone always hold out hope they’d find a perfect marriage partner, when it seemed like soulmate bonds could be something like a perfect smoking buddy to a perfect brother? Honestly, romance didn’t seem so dependent on the whole farce at all. You could build something that didn’t need anything but whites and blacks and all of the shades between. You might not be able to see the red of a rose, but you could enjoy the shades of gray that painted the world with someone you could trust to always hold your hand and have your back.

You dated a handful of people, most of whom were still holding out hope of brushing fingers with their ‘truest love’ to see the beauty in the world. As you got older, more likeminded people cropped up, less likely to vanish and ghost you to wander off on their ‘journey’ to find their soulmate. You had your first kiss, lost your virginity, moved in and out with other people. Relationships blossomed and fizzled and died and you picked yourself up afterward with the occasional thought of ‘Jesus, I couldn’t imagine trying to make THAT one work as my one and only’ before you carried on. But all of that was before, in the section of your life cut so neatly and sharply in two that it was hard to believe they were ever, or could ever be joined.

All before you met him.

You met him on a dating app, which was remarkable enough. It was built for quick hookups, but most dating apps that advertised themselves for long term relationships were soulmate based and you found that crowd to be endlessly irritating. He’s bi-curious, you’re the first man he’s ever dated and honestly that almost turns you off entirely. But you decide you have no better prospects at the moment, so what the hell.

Charlie’s cute, and he greets you with a nervous smile and can barely meet your eyes, he tells you with red eats that he’s ninety nine percent sure that he’s gay and that his friend has been begging him to just take them plunge and you nod and give him some dutiful advice. You’re definitely not looking to be a guys experiment, that rarely ends well, but he invites you out to dinner where he loosens up after a glass and goes on an impassioned rant about theater etiquette and suddenly things are actually interesting and you’re talking too loudly for the table over but you couldn’t care less.

He’s funny, nervous but out there and you talk about musicals you’ve never heard of and tv shows he’s never seen for forty five minutes before you reach across the table and grab his wrist. The sex is light, he makes you laugh through blunders like banging his head against the wall and you kiss afterwards and it feels light and sweet. It’s blissful, honestly, something you’ve forgotten you were missing at all until you’ve been handed it. You keep things non penetrative, he’s far from trying bottoming and you’re not a fan of being on the other side of it, and you have plenty of fun keeping him awake with all the other options. You talk to him again the next day, and then the next, and then his number is in your phone and you’ve been going steady for months.

Charlie isnt a perfect Prince Charming, he’s got his issues. He’s over the top and he pushes himself to meet standards and crumbles at the last second and you’ve had your fair share of screaming arguments. Work is stressful and some nights you go to bed in different rooms because you can’t stand dealing with him. You have your own issues and Charlie complains more than once, rightfully you’re forced to admit, about you being cold and reclusive when you get angry at him, and you’ve had to buy apology ice cream more than a couple times. But you have movie nights and kisses and cake together and a warm, building feeling in your chest. You go out to the zoo, try and fail to learn how to knit together and eat buttered toast with too much black pepper over the kitchen sink on Saturday mornings. You don’t get into anal but he gets really good at giving blowjobs, and those slept mornings spend kissing and exploring each others bodies fill you with a precious glow.

Charlie isn’t your one size fits all, but you’ve managed to find him a slot in your puzzle, and built him a home in your heart together. You love Charlie, and he loves you too, tells you so with cheesy flowers and you buy him one of those dumb necklaces that click together that you totally don’t love. He brings you lunch at work and you drive him home from visiting his parents, and your friends are fine enough with his to go drinking together every couple of times. His best friend does your tarot readings and gets an awful tattoo you laugh about together. You cry and he doesn’t

Life is good. It’s not effortless, it’s not magic, but it’s good because you made it so. You’ve pushed and pulled and made something with your bare hands, and you have the luxury to sit back and watch the alabaster glow of the sun brighten Charlie’s face into a million beautiful shades of gray.

Life settles into a comfortable rhythm, and soon Charlie’s inviting you as plus one to a wedding and you start thinking about rings and commitment.

That’s all before you met him, though.

It happens like in a storybook, so trite that hours after it happens you’re wondering if you suffered some serious brain damage. Maybe you got hit by a car, or had a delayed reaction to the weed your friend passed you last week, or something happened to scramble your thoughts into this strange new unreality.

You’re visiting the library when it happens, dropping by after your shift to pick up some new reading material, not looking where you’re going. Charlie’s texting you a million and a half recommendations while you’re planning on picking up some awful garbage to groan and complain about later while he makes fun of you, and you’re typing a dick joke involving one of the sillier titles you spotted on the shelves. You bump into him, not a shoulder check but you run into him like a wall and he barely stumbles back. You’re not a small guy in the slightest but he’s built like a brick shithouse, Jesus.

“Ah, hell, sorry man.” You apologize, giving him a sheepish smile. “My foul. I should watch where I’m going.”

He doesn’t puff up with anger or anything but flashes you a toothy smile, so you relax. “Dinnae worry ‘bout it, mate.”

Oh, he’s Irish or something, the accent is thick as all hell. It sparks your interest, a definite standout from the midwestern folks living here, and you don’t rush away to continue your browsing. You don’t walk away, like you should’ve, you don’t realize that in two years this will have become your biggest, most shameful regret.

He peers down at you, light eyes, ivory maybe? He’s got a weird haircut, some kind of half committed Mohawk thing. It’s an awful haircut, really shitty, so you politely avert your eyes from the active train wreck and send a prayer for any casualties, and realize you’ve dropped your phone on the ground.

“Ye dropped—“

“Ah, let me—“

You both reach for it at the same time, and your fingers brush, and the world changes, and you have all of a half a second to freeze in shock and confusion before you accidentally headbutt him and fall over.

Maybe he had a thick enough skull to really hurt you. You would know.

[beskarandblasters]

Was it all a dream?

Chapter Six: I'm gonna sleep because you live in my daydreams

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Series summary: You’ve always had vivid dreams, an escape from your monotonous life. But one night, something appears in your dreams that keeps reoccurring; a pair of brown eyes. -Or- Two people, in completely different parts of the galaxy, find each other in their dreams and try to make sense of the strange connection they share.

Series warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), switches between Reader and Din’s POV, story takes place in the dream realm and the real world, takes place somewhere between the end of season two/Book of Boba Fett/beginning + middle of season three, eventual smut, line between reality and dreams gets blurred, use of Mando’a words and phrases, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: You further your escape plan off of Sullust. Din searches for you on Coruscant and ends up finding more than he bargained for. But once you two reunite in your dreams that night, everything starts to make sense.

Word count: 4.3k

Chapter warnings: Din has sex with someone else (but it's not technically infidelity IDK), sex work, angst, skinny dipping, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, praising, panty stealing

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics Fic recs: @kelbellsficrecs

You

The first step of your plan is to slowly accumulate all the parts to craft a blaster at home. You can’t take all the parts at once, it’ll be too obvious. By the end of your shift, you want to grab at least two or three parts that you know will be useful. You’ll shove them deep in your pockets, hoping no one notices. Especially those pesky droids. 

As the day shift crew starts to thin out, you hang back, waiting until there are fewer eyes around. Hastily, you grab two parts and shove them into your pocket, not even looking to see what you took. 

Day one of stealing blaster parts is seemingly a success.

After you leave the factory, you take the shuttle home, making a plan in your head to drop the parts off at your place and head to the library again. You have to research the last two dream locations. The last one will be hard, all you saw were endless beige hallways and a field through a window. Nothing distinctive about that. You’ve been hoping he would recognize one of these places eventually, giving you some sort of clue as to where you can go after you escape. 

Once the blaster parts are safe in your home, you head to the library with your mind running wild. When you really think about it… you’ve only known Din for less than ten days. Is it crazy to go after a man you barely know? Sort of. But when your reality is as bleak as it is, you’d take any reason to flee. 

Reality doesn’t even feel like reality anymore. That thought doesn’t even make sense. To you, reality is when you’re with Din in a love that feels real, more real than anything you’ve experienced in your life. That’s why you keep going. Besides, you were born to explore the galaxy, not to be bound to a soulless corporate life. 

Finding a secluded spot in the corner of your library, you pour yourself over books and articles on the data-pad– a routine for you as of late. Just as you expected, searching for a “place with beige hallways” yields no results. And the other place, the field by the lake and the grove of trees, you can’t find it either. You need him to recognize a place or to dream of somewhere with a distinct landscape. But for you, that’s every place, everything is distinct and memorable compared to Sullust. 

You hope tonight’s dream takes up someplace different, someplace real. 

Din

Din spends his day doing what he does best; tracking someone down. But this time this someone is you. He’s going off of the fragmented bits of information he has. He knows you live underground somewhere. And while you don’t remember where you live in real life when you’re dreaming he does recall one place where he found you in a dream— the lower levels of Coruscant. 

Is it a long shot? Yes, but it’s also a lead. Besides, any disappointment he’ll face if he doesn’t find you is worth it on the off chance that he actually does. 

-

It’s raining when he lands on Coruscant and it makes him immediately think of you. How he wishes he could take off his armor and feel the train on his skin. But not when there are all these people around. He wants to feel the elements with you and only you at his side. 

And so he sets off on his mission, combing the lower levels of Coruscant. He searches in cantinas, nightclubs, motels, and even brothels. And every time he gets the same answer from people after he tells them your name and describes what you look like– never heard of her. 

He goes to leave the brothel, the third one he’s been to tonight, but before he can go one of the workers stops him. It’s a woman; tall, brown curly hair, deep blue eyes, and glimmering red robes. 

“Are you in need of a service tonight, sir?” she asks sweetly, batting her eyelashes at him.

He shouldn’t. But this is different… right? This isn't sex with someone he loves. This is sex in the form of a service, with no emotions attached. And besides, you exist in the dream realm. The sex he had with you wasn't even real. But Maker, it felt so real. He’s in his own head, contemplating whether or not he’s dishonoring you, questioning whether or not you’re real. Are you out there somewhere in the galaxy yearning for his touch? Are you longing to escape whatever abysmal place you’re from? Are you seeking physical connections with others like he is right now? 

Do you only exist within his gaze? In the confines of his subconscious? 

“Sir?” the woman asks, stopping Din from spiraling further. 

“Yes,” he says awkwardly. 

“Follow me,” she says, turning with a sway of her hips and leading him down the hallway. 

She brings him to his chambers, closing the door behind him after he enters. 

“What are you in the mood for?” she asks, running a finger down his breastplate. 

Not this, he thinks to himself. But maybe for a fleeting moment, this can fill the void in his heart; a void in the shape of you. Perhaps he can close his eyes and pretend it’s you he’s burying his cock in. It won’t be the same and he knows that. With you he can be his true self, free of his armor and stripped of his real-world responsibilities. 

“I don’t have a preference,” he shrugs. 

She grabs him by the hand and leads him to the bed, coaxing him to sit. She begins to fall to her knees, brushing her hand over the bulge in his flight suit. He looks down at her, her eyes wide and searching his visor. But when he closes his eyes he’s transported back to the house with you, watching as you suck him off, your tongue swirling around his foreskin. You know just what to do to make him melt into a puddle, your touch reducing him down until he’s completely at your will. 

But this isn’t the same. And if he’s going to go through with this he needs to do it in a way less personal, without this woman’s eyes never leaving him. 

“On second thought,” he says, getting up from the bed, “Get on your hands and knees.”

This position takes him back to his early bounty-hunting days. He would spend countless nights railing prostitutes from behind, relieving his stress and frustrations, and getting off without having to worry about keeping up appearances afterward. 

He’s doing the same thing now. Except this time it feels different. There are feelings attached but not in the way he wants. The guilt he feels is indescribable. He’s wishing you were here, feeling your skin and hearing your moans. But that’ll just have to do for now. 

“Whatever you want, handsome,” she says, shedding her robes. 

Whatever you want, handsome. 

She doesn’t even know what he looks like. 

That shouldn’t make him laugh but it almost does. The stifled laughter comes out as a strange sound and he has to pass it off as clearing his throat. 

Handsome. 

Handsome. 

Handsome. 

Kriff, now he’s sad again. That word is forever associated with you and the cave illuminated by the fire. It feels wrong for someone else to call him that.

But he can’t be sad now. He needs to perform, to pretend he’s not feeling so terrible inside. 

The woman moves on the bed, resting on all fours and arching her back. It’s now or never. 

He gets on the bed, situating himself behind her on his knees. He pulls his cock out of his flight suit and strokes it, spreading the pre-cum built up on his tip down his shaft. He looks to his left and sees a bottle of lube lying on the bed. 

Perfect, he thinks to himself. 

He grabs the bottle and squirts a dollop of lube onto his fingers, spreading it around the woman’s entrance, just enough so he can slip inside. He tosses the bottle aside and holds her hips, thrusting into her roughly. She moans, high-pitched and breathy. It almost seems like it’s played up like she’s putting on a show. It’s nothing like you. Your sweet moans are melodic, music to his ears. 

He feels awful. This poor woman is just doing her job, just making a living. And here he is, fucking her while he compares her to someone who might not even be real. He just wants to get this over with. 

If he’s learned one thing from his experience, it’s that sex in real life can’t even begin to compare to sex in the dream realm. 

He pulls out and cums all over her ass, not even feeling any relief. He���s not sure if she came either, too lost in his thoughts. She flops forward and rolls to her side, looking up at him as he puts his cock away and moves off the bed. 

“Hope you enjoyed yourself…” she says, not looking at him, “You can pay out front.”

He nods and leaves without saying a word. He needs to get out of there now.

Before he leaves he places a fistful of credits on the front counter, hoping it’s enough to cover his services. He’s exhausted, and in need of sleep in more ways than one. 

Once he’s back in the Razor Crest, he’s peeling off his armor and stripping down to just his flight suit. As soon as his head hits the pillow he’s out, searching for you, wherever you are. 

You

Blinding sunlight. Sand, so much sand. You look up, searching for any notable features. 

A binary sunset. 

That’s something you don’t see every day.

Sand is pooling in your shoes. Maker, this sucks. But at least you get to feel the sun on your face. 

But where’s Din?

“I hate this place,” you hear him say behind you.

You turn around to see him coming towards you, the harsh sunlight making him squint, resting a hand on his hip.

“We just got here.”

“I’ve been here before.”

He’s been here before.

“...In a dream?”

“No, in real life. I feel like I’m here quite often.”

“What’s this place called?”

“...I don’t remember.”

It doesn’t matter. You finally have a lead, a tie to a real location where you can possibly find him. 

“I like it here.”

“You won’t be saying that for long. You’re not used to the sun. We should try to find shelter, ner vercopa,” he says, grabbing you by the hand.

He leads you across the desert, searching for some form of haven away from the blazing suns. Although you’ve learned for so long to feel the sun on your skin, he was right. This is too much. He’s silent as he walks, too focused on you and getting you comfortable. 

In the distance, you spot looming rocky bluffs. Maybe there’s a spot in the shade there. But it’s like your eyes are playing tricks on you because beside the rocky bluffs is a body of water. There’s no way. It has to be a mirage, your mind is faking you out, giving you hope that there’s water nearby. 

“Is that real?” you ask, turning to look at him.

“It can’t be,” he says, meeting your gaze. His warm brown eyes are lit up by the sun, turning them into a beautiful shade of amber. “There are no places like that on this planet.”

You look at the mirage again, letting your primal urges take over. Real or not, you need to find out. You let go of his hand, trudging through the sand towards the oasis. 

“What are you doing?!” 

“We might as well see if it’s real or not,” you shrug.

He catches up to you, interlocking his hand with yours once again. 

“None of this is real. We’re in a dream,” he says.

“You know what I mean,” you respond, rolling your eyes, “Like whether or not this is an illusion.”

“...Right.” He still sounds uneasy.

As you get closer you notice more about the oasis– tall leafy trees, bushes full of ripe fruit you’ve never seen before, and blue shimmering water. All of it tucked into the side of a rock face.

“Looks pretty real to me,” you say, standing at the edge of the water.

You let go of his hand and crouch down. The surface of the water moves gently in the direction of the wind. You cup your hands and scoop up a handful of water, rising from the ground to show Din.

“Look. Real water,” you say, holding out your hands to him.

His eyes flicker from the water in your hands back to your face. The unsettled expression on his face is starting to dissipate, finally letting himself relax. You bring your hands to your mouth and take a sip of water– so crisp and refreshing. But it’s not enough. 

You pour the remaining water back into the spring and reach for the hem of your shirt, pulling it off over your head.

“What are you-”

“Taking a dip,” you say, taking off your shoes and kicking off your underwear and pants in one go, “Are you joining me?”

“Yes,” he says quickly, slipping off his boots. 

You ease yourself into the water, expecting for the temperature to shock you but it’s the opposite. It’s…. inviting.

Din joins you in the water, his hands immediately gravitate to your waist, pulling you into him. It’s not that deep, only going up to the middle of his waist. 

“This is nice,” he says.

“This is nice… And real,” you tease.

“I’m not used to there being water here. Or swimming for that matter.”

“I’ve never been swimming before either.”

“See? What if you jumped in and immediately drowned?”

“I’d have you to save me, of course,” you playfully retort. You move to float on your back and continue, “Besides it’s not that deep.”

“I guess you’re right,” he says, floating on his back beside you. 

The two of you stay like that for a while, staring up at the sky. 

“Have you seen your son?” you absentmindedly ask. 

But then you wince in anticipation of his response. 

“No,” he admits. 

“I’m sorry. You must miss him.”

“I do… This is the only thing keeping me going.”

“What do you mean?” 

“This… Us.”

“Really?” you say, standing upright and looking down at him. His curls are wet and his eyes are closed, the sun hitting the high points of his face. 

“…Yes,” he says, still not looking at you. 

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” you say, vaguely remembering your plan back home. You’re escaping but you don’t know where from. 

“What if we found each other? You know… in real life.”

“I’m trying, ner vercopa,” he says, grabbing your hand.

“You’re trying?”

“I searched through the lower levels of Coruscant.”

“That’s sweet, Din,” you respond, squeezing his hand, “But I’m not from there.”

“I know,” he sighs, “It was worth a shot.”

He lies there, floating so peacefully like he’s never had any real moments to rest until he’s visited the dream realm with you. 

“I’ll tear the galaxy apart to find you if I have to,” he says.

“You mean that?” you ask, his words tugging at your heart. 

“Yes…” he says. The inflection in his response was a little weird like he wanted to say more but quickly decided against it. 

“What is it?”

“…I have to tell you something,” he says, eyes still closed. 

“You can tell me anything.”

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum,” he says, finally looking at you. 

“What does that mean, Din?”

“It’s my native language. It means I love you,” he says, eyes flickering away from you and staring up at the sky once again. 

You sink to his level, your head poking up from the water as you grab his chin, brushing your thumb along the hair on his jawline. You turn his head so he’s looking at you but instead, he shifts so he’s floating upright, face to face with you. 

“I love you, ner vercopa,” he says, looking you in the eye. 

“I love you, too, Din,” you respond. You don’t even have to think about it. 

He closes the gap between you two, going in for a kiss. But just as he leans in the sky above you changes from day to night with a sunset somewhere in between. In what feels like seconds the sky is an inky black tapestry peppered with stars shining down on the two of you. 

You look up admiring the star-filled sky, a sight you’ve never seen before. Din’s hands cup your face and you feel his eyes on you. He angles your face towards him, pressing his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around him and his hands slide from your face to your chest. And you stay there, hands roaming each other’s bodies, kissing like you’re the air the other person can’t live without. He feels so real under your touch– the warmth of his skin, the stubble on his face, his minty breath like he just brushed his teeth before bed; before coming to meet you here. 

But as the night settles in so does the chill in the air. Your fingertips go wrinkly, goosebumps prick your skin, and a shiver runs down your spine. Din runs a hand up your back before pulling away and telling you, “We should get out. You’re freezing.”

He’s right even though you’re worried if you get out of the water the dream will end. So begrudgingly you get out, crouching down to scoop up your clothes and wait for what’s to come next. You glance to your right, looking into the rock face where you spot a cave, just like where it all began.

“Look,” you say, pointing to the cave as he’s collecting his clothes, “A cave.”

He pokes his head up, squinting at where you’re pointing. 

“I’ll go make sure nothing’s in there,” he says, balled-up clothes in one arm and his blaster drawn. You pick up his boots, tiptoeing behind him as he inches closer to the cave. It’s a funny sight– Din fully nude, moving towards the mouth of the cave like a loth-cat on the prowl, holding a messy ball of clothes. 

He enters the cave and you wait with bated breath, hoping it’s not too deep and that nothing is lurking in there. But then you hear a muffled, “Ow…”

“You alright?”

“Walked right into the back wall of the cave…”

“Oh,” you say, stifling a laugh.

“It’s not funny!”

“It kind of is.”

“I normally have something that helps me see in the dark,” he sighs. 

You follow him inside, feeling around for him in the darkness until a hand finds your face.

“I’ve got you,” he says, softly.

He takes the clothes and boots you’re holding and presumably sets them down by his blaster and his clothes. 

“What do you think? Should we make a fire?” you ask.

“I don’t know. I like this,” he says, hands finding your face again. 

It’s almost entirely pitch black in the cave except for a sliver of moonlight trickling in. 

“Fine with me,” you say, sitting down on the cave floor, expecting to be met with the feeling of cool rock against your skin. But instead, you feel your clothes laid out underneath you. What a gentleman. 

He wastes no time, his hands pushing you by the shoulders so you’re lying down. You spread your legs for him, ready to have him inside you already. You’ll have to be patient, though, judging by the way his hand creeps up your leg slowly, starting at your inner ankle. A shiver of anticipation rattles through you, your body chilled by the nighttime desert air. His large hand palms the skin of your inner thigh, inching closer to your entrance ever so slowly. A small whimper thoughtlessly escapes your lips, prompting him to tease, “Patience, ner vercopa.”

You hear him shift to lie down in front of you, head resting against your thigh. His warm breath gently tickles you, triggering another shiver from you. He chuckles, his face sneaking closer to your cunt. His tongue licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt, moving in a way that can only be described as methodical and meticulous. He does it again, somehow moving even slower than before. He can’t do this, not when you’ve been aching for him for what feels like forever, even though you saw him the night prior.

“Din,” you whine.

“Shh,” he whispers, making all of your hair stand on its end, “What did I say?”

“...I have to be patient,” you say, softly sighing.

“That’s right,” he chuckles, hovering over your clit. He pauses for a moment, just to drive you crazy before whispering, “Good girl.”

That gets another whimper out of you but it turns into a choked-up moan as he sucks on your clit, tongue making circles around it over and over again. His arms wrap around your thighs and your back arches up off the floor of the cave. In no time, he pulls what is your first of many orgasms of the night. You just expect to have him inside you now that he’s made you cum but instead, he stays there, planted in between your thighs, licking up the remnants of your spend before trying for a second orgasm. And he does it again, faster than before since you’re so sensitive from the first one. 

For what feels like hours, Din stays there, arms hooked around your thighs and face buried in your cunt, making you shiver and whimper, making you squirt in this small cave under the star-filled sky. But once he finally feels like you’ve had enough, however many that orgasms was, he pulls back and rests on his elbows. 

“You ready for me, ner vercopa?”

“Yes, “ you say quickly.

“Someone’s eager,” he teases. 

“I’ve just… missed you,” you admit, spreading your legs farther apart to accommodate how broad he is. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” he chuckles, grabbing your thigh, “But not so fast. On your hands and knees, ner vercopa.”

Your cheeks heat up at his commands as you shift to rest on all fours, back arched and ass sticking up for him. One hand roams your body as the other strokes his cock, spreading his pre-cum down his shaft. His hands lock on your hips as he pushes into you slowly, buying himself down to the hilt and pausing to enjoy the feeling before pulling back and slamming into you. Deep and guttural moans force their way out your throat, coming out as choked-up sobs. 

“Kriff, you feel so good,” he moans, squeezing your hip harder. 

There’s not a coherent thought in your head, leaving you to respond in the form of a whimper. One of his hands moves from your hip to your shoulder, holding on to you for purchase as he rails you. Soon enough, the small cave is filled with the obscene sounds of skin colliding with skin and the wet, squelching sounds of his cock in your pussy. 

With one last thrust inside you, you cum around his cock, walls clenching and releasing him erratically. The sensation of your orgasm triggers his; his cock spilling his cum inside you. He fucks you through your release, the hand on your shoulder moving back to your hip and leaving a trail of tingles in its wake. 

He pulls out and you let yourself rest against the floor, thankful again for the clothes he laid out underneath you. He lies down beside you and you move to lay on his chest.

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum… I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too,” you whisper back.

Din

You go stiff beside him, falling silent as well, assuming you’re falling asleep. Falling asleep in a dream…. How does that work?

The blinding light spilling into the opening of the cave interrupts his thoughts. The suns are rising again. Has that much time really passed here?

He rests his hand at his side, feeling a ball of fabric against his palm. Looking down he spots… your panties, gray and basic but with a noticeable wet spot in the center. 

Is it wrong to take a sniff? Maybe. Is it a little weird? Yes. 

But you’re sleeping so soundly against his chest. You won’t know. 

Slowly, he takes the fabric and brings it to his nose, ready to take a big inhale. 

And then he wakes up. Maybe it was the Maker punishing him for his perverted behavior. 

The dull ceiling greets his vision yet again. And as he stretches and yawns, he feels something in his hand.

No, it can’t be. 

He opens his hand to reveal the panties from the dream, gray with the same wet spot in the center. How in the galaxy did this happen? Something from a dream materialized in real life, right in the palm of his hand. 

First, the perverted thoughts have to take over before he thinks about what this means. He brings the panties to his nose and inhales deeply, his senses met with the same familiar scent– you. His cock twitches in his flight suit and flashbacks of the dream play in his mind. It makes him miss you even more, wishing he was dreaming again. 

But now that that’s out of the way he’s starting to realize that…. You’re real. If anything this just incentivizes his mission even further. He’ll turn the galaxy upside down if he has to. 

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[m00nlight-ramblings]

Like Real People Do: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 of "Like Real People Do"

After a slight mishap in the admissions office, you find yourself in the same History class as Eddie, pushing your friendship forwards (thanks to the help of Dustin Henderson).

Read Chapter 1 here

Pairing: Eddie x AFAB reader (named "Brooke" because I hate using Y/N, but will also be using "you" to make it reader-centric!)

Warnings: Swearing, dual pov. This entire series is 18+ MINORS DNI!

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: I'm so happy so many people are liking this one...I love writing about Eddie *kicking my feet*. I've also noted that some people are wanting a tag list for this one, so if you want to be added, let me know!

The heat inside the class room was stifling – one last heat spike seemed to be in full effect in Hawkins, and the lack of air conditioning inside Hawkins High really put a damper on any chance of comfortability. Eddie fanned himself with his hand, rolling his eyes at the sweat he felt pooling slightly at his collar.

Mr. Binkins, the history teacher, was droning on an on about World War I, much to the dissatisfaction of what seemed like the whole class. Eddie’s eyes wandered to outside the window, Mr. Binkins’ voice slowly morphing into the Charlie Brown adults – womp womp WOMP wOmP womp. This was his second time taking this particular class, and even though he got a D+ the last time, he had still retained the information somewhat.

In other words, he was really, really bored.

Eddie resisted the urge to start tapping a drum beat to the latest Metallica song he heard on the radio, his pencil resting between his fingers, ready for him to say “when”. No…he wouldn’t be that annoying in first period – besides, Mr. Binkins would probably tell him to stop within 10 seconds of him starting, and where the hell was the fun in that?

His mind wandered, running down his usual daydream subjects: music, his DnD campaign, the newest issue of Playboy Wayne was hiding under his bed that he thought Eddie had no idea about…

You.

He sat straighter in his seat. You’d been in classes for a few days now, but Eddie had only seen you in the hallway a couple of times. You’d pass by and offer a polite smile, or even a friendly wave, and he would return the favor. He noticed you hadn’t seemed to be initiated into any cliques yet, and that you were equally friendly to everyone you came across whenever he saw you. At lunch, you were either sitting by yourself, or not there at all. Eddie hadn’t gotten the courage to ask you to sit with him and the Hellfire Club just yet.

Suddenly, the door to the classroom opened and in you walked, holding your books in front of you. Eddie’s heart lurched and he furrowed his brows.

Had he…conjured you? Like straight up wizard-ed you into the classroom?

“Can I help you?” Mr. Binkins asked, all heads turning to you. You offered him a smile – your trademark smile – and handed him a pink slip from the office.

“I was apparently put in the wrong history class for the past few days. The office told me I should’ve been in this one.” You scanned the class quickly, and when your eyes passed by Eddie’s, you deepened your smile, causing Eddie to blush.

Jesus, dude. Get a grip! You thought, slouching in your chair again to try and regain any sense of cool you had left in your body.

“Huh. Okay, Miss…Henway. Welcome! Tell the class a little about yourself.” He gestured to the rest of class and you turned.

“Okay. Um…hi,” You offered a little wave, “I’m Brooke. I moved here from Ohio at the end of June…um…” You made a face, pursing your lips together to try and think of something, “I’m a junior? And I work at the library. And I have a dog! Her name is Molly. Um…I think that’s it?”

“Very good. Have a seat anywhere that’s empty. Quite exciting…not only that you’re a new student, but that you’re in a senior class! Very good.” Mr. Binkins clapped his hands together, “Now, as soon as Miss Henway takes her seat, we can continue you.”

Eddie watched you scan the room again, and once you noticed the empty desk next to him, you made your way over, sitting in the seat and plopping your books on the desk. You turned to him and smiled.

“Hi again.”

“Hey,” He said, returning the smile. Lowering his voice down to a whisper, he spoke again, “So you’re in this class now? Cool.”

You nodded, “Yep. I guess the office messed up. Based on my transcripts I should be in this class. Do you know what page we’re on?” You asked, point to the textbook. Eddie shrugged.

“No idea?”

You raised your hand, “Sorry, Mr. …”

“Binkins.” The teacher said, turning around from the blackboard.

“Right. Mr. Binkins, what page are we on?”

“33.”

“Great, thanks.” You started flipping through the book and snorted, your eyes darting over to Eddie. You whispered, “I don’t mean to sound rude but…Mr. Binkins sounds like he should be related to Bilbo Baggins with a name like that.”

Eddie chuckled and his heart flipped. “Fan of ‘The Hobbit’?”

“I read a lot.” You shrugged and gave him one last smile before turning your attention back to the lesson.

Eddie leaned back in his chair, his mind starting to swirl. So, he had met a cute – beautiful, really – girl, who was also really nice, and now in one of his classes. And on top of that, she seemed to share some similar interests? He blew out some air, trying to slow down the rapid pace of his heart.

He had a feeling he was going to be in a lot of trouble.

Lunch period came quickly – thank god – and once you had grabbed your tray from the cafeteria lady, you turned to face the lunchroom. You had spent your lunch periods either sitting by yourself at the end of a table, in the library, or taken in by various random students like an orphaned colonial child. Which, really, you didn’t mind – you didn’t mind being by yourself all that much, especially when you remembered to bring something to read, or had some homework to catch up on.

You started to make your way to your favorite empty table when you heard a voice shouting behind you. “Hey! Hey!” Turning, you saw Dustin, waving his arms in the air with enthusiasm. Eddie and Mike were sitting next to him, hanging their heads in embarrassment. The other few at the table were snickering, smiling at you. Dustin waved you over and motioned to sit.

You sat down across from Eddie, sliding your bookbag underneath the table. “Hi, everyone.” You greeted.

“Hi! I’m so happy I noticed you walking to your usual empty table – you should sit with us instead from now on!” Dustin said, sitting back in his seat and smiling, “If you want!”

“Oh, thanks!” You said, “Yeah, maybe I will, if you don’t mind.” You eyed Eddie and he immediately smiled back at you, nodding slowly.

“Yeah, sure, of course.” He said.

“Great, then it’s settled! You can be apart of the lunch crew!” Dustin smiled proudly and ripped into his sandwich, chewing with his mouth open slightly, “How have your first few days been?”

You shrugged, pushing the salad you had gotten around with your fork, “Oh, it’s fine. I like school so it’s not too bad, but…” You trailed off, crossing your feet at the ankle, “Just an adjustment, is all.”

“Have you made any friends?”

“Dude!” Mike hissed, looking at Dustin, “You can’t just like, ask a new kid if they’ve made any friends yet. That’s rude.”

“No, it’s okay!” You offered, trying to lighten the mood, “I have…kinda? No one that I’ve hung out with outside of school yet…I have a bunch of classes with Nancy? Wheeler? So we’ve been chatting. Do you know her?”

Mike rolled his eyes and Dustin barked out a laugh, “Yeah, we know her. That’s Mike’s sister!”

“Oh! Oh, okay. Cool! She’s really nice.”

“Yeah…” Mike grumbled, in only the way younger brothers could. You shoved some salad in your mouth to shut yourself up, nodding and hoping someone else would take over the conversation.

“You could hang out with us, if you wanted!” Dustin offered, leaning in, “Do you play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“Dustin…” Eddie quietly groaned, “Please stop interrogating her. She’s only been able to take like, one bite of her food because you won’t stop asking her about her life story.”

“I…don’t, sorry,” You said, “Is that the game with like…dwarves and stuff?”

“Uh-huh! It’s really cool…if I do say myself.” Dustin reminded you of an over-enthusiastic puppy, which was really endearing. You noticed that Eddie, though seemingly annoyed with him, couldn’t help but have an affectionate air towards him. “I mean, we do other stuff too…not just DnD. We do movie nights, and go to the mall, and stuff.”

“I like the mall.” You offered politely, “I like to do a lot of stuff. And I like movie nights, too.”

“Next time we have one, we’ll invite you! Right, Eddie?”

Suddenly, Dustin shot up in his seat and yelped in pain, reaching down to his foot. Everyone at the table stopped to stare at him, including yourself.

“Jesus, that hurt, Eddie! Why did you kick me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Eddie said, in monotone. His eyes flickered to yours and back to Dustin, “I say we let her decide if she wants to hang out with us. Stop peer pressuring the poor lady to go to a movie night with us for Christ’s sake.”

Your heart sank a little – even though Eddie was friendly enough, it didn’t really seem like he wanted you to hang out with his group. Which was fine, since you didn’t know each other very well, but it still would’ve been nice if he had been a little more welcoming. Especially, considering you thought he was really handsome…in a rockstar, grungy kind of way.

“Um…well…I work weekends sometimes for the library so…I don’t really know my schedule. So who knows when I can even go to a movie night…” Pushing your food with your fork again, you tried your best to sound nonchalant, and not like a movie night would be the most fun you’ve had in a while.

Dustin frowned a little and took another bite of his sandwich, “Yeah, yeah. Okay…well…let us know…” He focused on his food and trailed off. You quickly looked up to Eddie, who was looking at you, but then looked away at his own food.

The rest of lunch was kind of awkward, with everyone making polite conversation about their “newest campaign” (whatever that was), and peppering questions in for you about your previous life in Ohio. Soon, the bell rang, and you made your way to the garbage can, throwing away the leftovers and sliding the tray on the collectable surface on top.

“Hey…” Eddie slid next to you, falling in line while you started to walk to your next class, “I’m sorry about Dustin. We don’t get a lot of…um, excitement? In Hawkins, so a new girl is quite a big deal for him, I guess,” He offered a smile, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.

“Oh, it’s okay. It’s kind of sweet, actually. I like him…he seems nice.”

“Yeah…he is. He’s really nice.”

Your heart felt like it was being squeezed with the obvious tenderness Eddie had for Dustin. You both walked in silence for a second before he spoke again.

“Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that the next time we do have a movie night, you are more than welcome to come. In fact, we’d love to have you. If you want, of course.” He said, avoiding eye contact. You brightened a bit.

“Yeah? Okay, then. I’d like that.”

“I’ll let you know, then. I do have to warn you, though – we usually watch strictly horror flicks.”

“Oh, no!” You squealed, a laugh rising within you, “I love horror movies but I get scared so easily…just make sure I have something to hold on to so when I jump in fear, I don’t fall off the couch!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, your mind immediately flashed an image of you in Eddie’s arms, nuzzling into his neck to hide from the movie playing on the television. Heat creeped into your neck, no doubt causing you to blush.

Eddie awkwardly cleared his throat, looking away, “Yeah, I’ll make sure to have a blanket or something…a super special blanket made to protect you from the big bad scary man on T.V.” He ended the sentence in a goofy voice, wiggling his fingers for affect. You scrunched your nose and giggled, both of you walking up to the entrance to your classroom.

Suddenly, the bell rang, giving you one minute to get to class. “Well…thanks for lunch today. And for the movie invite. I’ll see you around?” You said, smiling. Eddie nodded, rocking on his heels.

“Yeah, see you around.”

You turned to head into class and for some reason, looked back at Eddie. He was inching his way away from the door of your classroom, but made sure you were fully in your seat before walking away. Smiling to yourself, you sat down.

You were really starting to like Hawkins.

Saturday night, you found yourself in front of Eddie’s trailer, smoothing your shirt and taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Your first time hanging out with someone from Hawkins – hanging out with anyone in months, really – and you were a bit nervous. Never mind the fact that you were seeing Eddie.

No…those nervous butterflies definitely didn’t have anything to do with that.

The trailer was on the smaller side, so you heard multiple voices right away. It seemed like you were one of the last ones to arrive, even though you were right on time. Suddenly, the door opened, and Eddie’s smiling face greeted you.

“You made it!” He said, ushering you inside. “Did you find my place okay?”

“Yeah, it was easy! You’re close to my house.” You said, walking into the trailer. Eddie shut the door behind you.

The trailer was homey – full of knick-knacks and memorabilia. Though the amount of stuff was overwhelming (in a good way), it was meticulously clean. You immediately felt at ease – almost at home.

The rest of Hellfire looked up at you in surprise. Eventually, Dustin smiled and stood up.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were coming!” He said, almost too excitedly. Immediately behind him, Mike rolled his eyes and Gareth, Jeff, and Dougie chuckled.

“Must have forgotten to mention it,” Eddie murmured quickly, guiding you to the couch, “Okay, who’s ready for the movie?!” He moved on quickly, shutting down any conversation Dustin was about to start. Dustin shot him a curious look and shrugged, heading to the kitchen.

“I’ll start to popcorn!” He called, opening the microwave.

You sat on the couch and Eddie immediately handed you a crocheted blanket. You looked at him, confused.

“The blanket…you know…to protect you from the big bad man on T.V…” He answered sheepishly, turning a light shade of scarlet. Your heart flipped at the recognition from the conversation you had a few days ago. Taking the blanket, you unfolded it and smiled.

“Oh, Eddie. Thanks. That’s so sweet.”

Eddie shrugged and sat down on the other side of the couch, leaving at least two people’s worth of space between you, “Yeah well, I couldn’t have you scared shitless your first time in my place.” He tried to wave it off like it was no big deal.

“So I’m assuming we’re watching a scary movie?”

“Not one, not two, but THREE scary movies!” Dougie said, holding up three fingers, “If you can handle it, that is.”

“Oh, she’ll be able to handle it,” Dustin said, coming back with a big bowl of popcorn. He sat next to you, offering the bowl, “Right, Brooke?”

You nodded, taking some popcorn. “I hope so.” You looked towards Eddie, only to find that he was already staring at you. When you made eye contact, he immediately looked away, fiddling with the remote in his hand. Your heart did a cartwheel, and you stifled a blush rising on your neck.

You certainly hoped so.  

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[theghoulgirl]

Twilight/Reader Head-cannons and Thought Ideas (Part I)

This is a quick thought idea and head-cannons that I whipped up. This has a main focus on the Linked Universe Twilight, but can also be read as Twilight Princess Link.

Absolutely did not edit it since I don’t have time, so I apologize for any errors.

If you enjoy, please leave a comment and let me know if you’d like to see something else!

Twilight loooves to take care of you. His love language is most definitely acts of service. 

Having a generally bad day? He will wrap you up in the coziest blanket, make you a warm beverage, and offer to read the cheesiest romance book out loud to you. 

Working or studying long hours? No worries. He will cook dinner and make sure there are leftovers for you tomorrow. 

If he sees you cooking, he would come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist and give you a little peck on the cheek. 

The others would tease him whenever he watches you interact with children. He looks so starstruck and in awe at the sight of you laughing and playing. 

Would absolutely be daydreaming about a life with you.

If you don’t want children? He would be heartbroken, but ultimately respects your decision. After all, if you don’t want to be a parent then why would he force you. 

He could have also had a change of heart after his adventure with Midna, and potentially could have more duties in the castle due to being the Hero. 

Twilight absolutely engages in tickle fights with you, just because he loves to hear you laugh. It’s his favorite sound in the world. 

He also would love to chase you through the woods in a game of one sided tag. 

This has nothing to do with him transforming into a wolf. He just loves to hear you giggle out of nervousness and it gives him a chance to show off his pursuit skills. 

While traveling with the chain, Twilight would offer to share his bedroll with you and cuddle with you to stay warm. 

He would also constantly be asking you if you are alright. Are you hurt? Uncomfortable? Feet in pain from walking? You can ride on Epona for a while. 

If you’ve never learned to ride a horse, he would jump at the opportunity to show you. 

You’re in close proximity with one another and his chest would be up against your back. What else do I need to say?

If you’re an avid reader, this man would build you an entire bookshelf to expand his collection of books so you could add yours as well. But he would only do this if he’s heavily considering asking you for your hand in marriage. 

Merging bookshelves is practically a marriage proposal anyways. 

If you are not from his Hyrule but rather from our dimension, he would try to learn English to the best of his ability considering his Hylian is relatively close in the alphabet. . 

Could see a strong bonding activity between the two of you being renting children books from local libraries so the two of you could learn each others language. 

Twilight, being the gentleman he is, would open doors for you and gently guide you through it by resting his hand on your lower back. He would also walk behind you on stairs and help you dismount from Epona. 

If he senses that you are uncomfortable in a situation, he would whisper in your ear and ask if you would want to escape from it. If you answer yes, he would create an excuse without involving you and lead you away from it.

If you have anxiety, he would ask more frequently to make sure your anxiety isn’t acting up too much. But he would also encourage you to engage in these situations since avoiding social situations/the stressor feeds the anxiety monster. But, if it becomes too much or you ask, he will lead you away. 

He is the type of person to, in private, get to a Sky level of affections. Loves nuzzling you, kissing you periodically and randomly, resting a hand on you. This man is stuck to you like glue in private. 

Contrastingly though, in public he is more reserved. He will still want to hold your hand or rest his hand on your back. But refrains from more intimate signs of affection, such as kissing you on the lips. 

But despite his control over his emotions, he does have the tendency to get jealous. And oh boy when he does get jealous, he will be all over you. Resting his face against your head while you talk, arms wrapped around your waist, and giving the darkest glare to whomever is gaining your attention. 

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hi! can you write a miles (1610) x gn/fem pop star s/o? thanks so much!!

My Muse

Characters: 1610!Miles Morales x Black!Fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks for the reqs, sweets

Warning: none :)

A/N: Did I use this as an excuse to talk about my favorite songs? Maybe lol. Let me know if you have heard of any of these, they are listed below.

Dating someone famous was not for the weak, Miles expected that. You tried to keep your relationship private, knowing how unhinged your fans could be. You loved and appreciated them (well most of them) but they could be a bit much at times.

And because of that your dating life was on standby until you met Miles. He was perfection in every sense of the world. And somehow, when your relationship inevitablely got leaked, he was calm about it. Well of course during first week Miles was the definition of a mess because who wouldn’t be. He was constantly refreshing the comment section of posts and the like.

But after that he went private and kinda moved on. Two months later and it was like the leak never existed. You moved on with your lives and the rest of the world did too.

Miles was hanging out in your room, music playing in the background. You were writing lyrics in your book and he was sketching in his. With the afternoon sun lighting up the room, the scene felt picturesque.

You felt someone watching you, and when you looked up, it was Miles. His face was resting on his palm and he had a lovesick expression on his face.

“You should take a picture, it'll last longer,” you joked and that broke him out of it whatever daydream he was having.

“Oh…oh. Um, was I staring?” He asked sheepishly.

“Yes, you were,” you chuckled. “But it’s cute.”

You leaned over and caught a glimpsed of his sketch book. But only that as he snatched the thing out of your reach. “Hey, hey, you know the deal. You look into my book, and I look into yours.”

You stared at Miles, mulling over the offer in your head, weighing the pros and cons in your head. “Okay, fine.”

You really wanted to see what that boy was so secretive about in there. And you always wanted to stare at the lil sketches he made of you. You exchanged books and went to looking.

You just hoped he wouldn't be a dork (affectionately) about what you written in your book.

But this is Miles we’re talking about here. Being dork is practically his middle name.

He glances up at you and his eyes says it all. Your cheeks were getting hot but thankfully with your complexion, it won't show.

“Can’t stop thinking ‘bout the way you kissed me, under the stars’?” Miles recounts the lyrics you wrote.

You ignored him and continued to look through his sketchbook. Even though you were enjoying his reactions.

It's one of your favorite parts about thing whole singing thing (other than the money obviously), it was how people reacted to your songs. Especially the ones who inspired it.

“Oh, and another one! ‘You’re the water when I’m stuck in the desert. You’re the Tylenol I take when my head hurts. You’re the sunshine of my life.’” He reads the words from the book with a smug smile on his face.

“What you cheesing for?” you asked with a big smile of your own.

Miles sets the book down on his overcrowded night table and comes closer to you, “You know, while reading this book, one would assume that I'm your muse."

He's staring at me with a teasing smirk on his face, “Well, am I?”

Instead of answering you shoved his book in his face and flipped through the multiple drawings that Miles has of you, “And what about this? Does this mean I'm your muse too?"

“Okay, okay you got me. I guess we’re both muses for eachother then?”

You look at him and can't help but smile, “Yea, I guess we are.”

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Songs used: ur so pretty - wasia project & best part -HER ft. Daniel Caesar

[moonyclaws]

𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 - 𝓞𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓼 𝓖𝓪𝓾𝓷𝓽

Summary: You are deeply enamored by your friend Ominis Gaunt. You don’t dare to tell him how you feel, but maybe a few drinks can be the answer you’re looking for.

Words: 1.6k

Category: Fluff 🖤

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‘Infatuated’ was the first word you associated with your feelings towards him.

The first time you met him, you were fascinated by his elegance and his polite manner of speaking, but as time went on, you grew to love everything about him—his sense of fairness, his commitment to his friends, his dreams and aspirations, even the way his cologne would linger on your robe after a day of spending the day together. It was clear how much your heart longed for him, yet you had never told him about your feelings because you were afraid of losing his friendship, which meant the world to you.

You wondered what would happen if you just ripped off the band-aid and told him how much you genuinely cared for him. Would he reciprocate your feelings? Would he embrace you closely and declare his profound affection for you?

-

Quickly snapping out of your daydream, you noticed that everyone around you was already standing up and collecting their belongings to exit the classroom, except for your beloved friend; Ominis.

"I believe that at some time during class, I may have dreamed about Professor Binn and his goblin wars."  Ominis laughed as he grabbed his books and held them close to his torso.

You giggled quietly at his remark as you got up, gathered your belongings, and walked with him out of the classroom.

"Even the paintings must've been dozing off."  With a sneer, you said.

The music that resounded throughout the castle announced the upcoming festivities, and the facade was decked out in holiday decorations. The end of the year, upcoming family plans, as well as how much everyone would miss their friends over the break would all be topics of continuous chatter in the halls.

It felt draining for Ominis to hear those people, to start anticipating those dreadful festivities with his family. You could tell just how much it affected his mood by being reminded of it every day and you related to him so much about this aspect of life. Your family was never great, but at least you could choose to stay here at Hogwarts and enjoy your free time exploring around, unlike him, who was forced to come back home and get involved with family issues.

It broke your heart to see him so distraught, but in an effort to cheer him up, you promptly thought of a suitable plan to shift his attention from these issues for at least a few hours.

"How about we go out tonight with Sebastian and Anne to grab some drinks?" You suggested.

Ominis agreed while grinning. "I'm not looking forward to dragging Sebastian out of there, but that sounds like the perfect way to get our minds off everything."

-

Together, you all decided to walk to the Three Broomsticks, where Sirona welcomed you and started bringing drinks to your table. The group began recounting that one time you narrowly escaped a fight with a troll with no injuries and although the story seemed funny to you now, you quite remembered them scared out of their minds.

After what you assumed was your fourth or fifth drink, you began feeling the effects of the alcohol. Your speech slurred, your vision blurred, and even Sebastian's terrible jokes began to sound hilarious.

“Ssirona iss not looking at me anymore! I jusst want another drinkk!” Sebastian hiccuped and groaned.

Though she looked and sounded quite as drunk as her twin, Anne giggled at Sebastian's state.

“Maybee she doesn’t want to give you any moore ‘cause she knowss howw weird you sound right now!” She responded.

Anne followed Sebastian towards the front counter in an effort to help his twin get at least one more round of drinks for the table.

“Merlin… They certainly seem enthusiastic tonight, don't they?"  Ominis spoke with a chuckle as he acknowledged his friends' state.

You giggled flirtingly as you admired Ominis' endearing flushed appearance and the way his mildly disheveled dirty blonde hair fell delicately onto his face.

“Oh yes… I'm also feeling enthusiastic."  Without thinking about your words, you giggled once again and blushed at your remark.

Ominis smiled with a twinge of curiosity and raised an eyebrow. 

“Why’s that?” He questioned.

“Well… Simply sitting here with you makes me feel warm inside.” You continued. "You know...since I'm infatuated with you." 

Ominis' stomach somersaulted, his face heated up, and a red flush crept on his cheeks. Your words undoubtedly shocked him, and the confession seemed to have awoken him considerably despite his woozy state. He dared to ask more about what you just admitted since he was eager to find out more about your feelings.

“Y-you mean…you…like me?” He inquired once more, almost choking on his own words.

“Oh… At this point, I think the term "like" is an understatement."  You spoke with a false sense of confidence caused by the effects of the alcohol.

Ominis must've been processing the information you had given him when you delicately rested your hand on his and lovingly rubbed your thumb across his knuckles. He eased at the soft and comforting hand, closing his eyes and briefly allowing a sense of calm to wash over his nerves.

Your slow breathing was noticeable to him, which gave him the idea to kiss your lips tenderly right then and there. He evidently shared those feelings for you; he just lacked the courage to express them to you freely. He was worried that you might not get the best out of being with him given how strict his family was. 

You kept staring at his flushed face as you slowly began to get closer to him. With your body already so close to his, radiating a comforting warmth, and anticipating the soft sensation of your lips against his, your lips barely touched, reviving his wooziness.

"We succeeded! More beverages" The twins interrupted abruptly, loudly applauding the accomplishment of their goal as they made their way back to the table.

Swiftly, Ominis and you both steered apart before Sebastian and Anne even noticed how close you two were, averting an awkward situation.

-

You woke up in your bed the next morning with a mild headache and some flashbacks from the night before. Your stomach churned at the thought of you and Ominis almost kissing last night, wondering if he recalled it soberly or if it was just a drunken mistake. 

You were anxious about running into him in the hallways, but you needed to get ready for the day so you could go practice some more spells since Professor Weasley had assigned you some tasks to complete before the school year was over.

After getting ready for the day, you hurried to the library to check out a few books which you required reading before starting your spell training when you accidentally ran into someone.

"Oof! Watch where you are going!"  Sebastian complained as he stroked his shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry, Sebastian! I was only-" Your gaze shifted away from him and toward the handsome dirty blonde boy.

"Hello, Ominis!" You smiled nervously as your cheeks began to turn a soft pink.

He blushed slightly as well before answering shortly. "Y/N- Hello."

Sebastian glanced at the two of you before clearing his throat and making a remark about last night's events.

"My head still feels a little strange from all that drinking. But, it was very fun and special. We should do it more often." He stated.

“Special? Oh! Yes, I do think we should go out more often." You answered briefly.

"Alright..." Although Sebastian could tell you were being peculiar, he chose to ignore it this time.

Ominis was attempting to hide his evident blush by turning his head away from you and Sebastian and although the tension and the silence felt painful to witness, Sebastian reacted quickly enough.

"So…we're going to the Library, Y/N, " said Sebastian. "Would you like to join us?"

Your impulses were telling you to decline the invitation, but since you were already going in that direction, there was no point in objecting.

-

You found yourself sitting next to Ominis once again, your shoulder brushing against his. The warmth of your bodies giving themselves away.

As Sebastian rose from his seat to look for some special books, you and Ominis sat in silence. 

After a while, you decided it was time to speak because it felt awkward enough, and things needed to be said.

"I...I really wanted to kiss you last night." Ominis said before you could even come up with something to start the conversation.

You turned to look at him in disbelief at what just came out of his mouth. Your heart felt like it was about to burst, and you knew he could hear it from where he was sitting. The soft pink blush from your cheeks turned a crimson-red color, feeling your body heat up at the statement.

"You did? I thought...I thought it was just a drunken impulse...I mean...I-" You said, being softly interrupted by him.

"I am also 'infatuated' with you, Y/N." He declared with confidence. "It's always been you... The one my heart belongs to."

You were taken aback by his words, but you wasted no time in finally closing the gap between you two, gingerly and lovingly kissing his lips.

His hand rose to support the back of your head as he kissed you back, grinning into your lips as you softly pulled away.

"I hope Sebastian takes his time searching for that book because I don't want this moment to end," Ominis muttered under his breath as you both chuckled and embraced the tenderness of the moment.

[tomorrowxtogether]

TOMORROW X TOGETHER makes magical moments in the real world

A look at the music and imagery of The Name Chapter: FREEFALL

2023.10.14

When dreams are thrust into reality 

Myeongseok Kang: In The Name Chapter concept trailer put out by TOMORROW X TOGETHER last year, HUENINGKAI jumps all alone out of a house in the sky. Now the next page of that chapter has been revealed: the new album, FREEFALL—falling as a result of one’s own free will. The opening track, “Growing Pain,” begins with the line, “Been free falling,” and goes into how it hurts to fall (“my whole body aches”). But, as the lyrics to the single “Chasing That Feeling” describe, to choose not to fall would be to just wait around for the world to crumble to pieces, turning away from reality to stay stuck in a mirage: “I turn my back on heaven and / Fall from the sky / Maybe I’ll miss it for good / The sweet mirage.” Like the boys of TOMORROW X TOGETHER acknowledge in the track “Dreamer,” the world is divided into “adults who don’t dream and boys who only have dreams.” In order to keep their dreams from disappearing like a daydream, they have to face reality before they become adults—people who no longer dream. It’s only during youth that something like this could ever be possible. It’s a period of life between boyhood and adulthood, when you can say, “in that typical fork in the road, I’m gray,” and it’s there that a boy’s dream ultimately becomes an existential force as he battles his way through real life (“I dream again / The name I retrieved”) allowing him to define who he is. The group declares in “Deep Down” that the “horn suddenly coming out of my head” that once left them “feeling ashamed” is now “a big crown on me / No longer a hideous horn / You’re my silver lining.” It’s a sentiment that anyone trying to make their dreams come true while surviving real life will recognize. By living life without running away from reality or giving up on their dreams, the boys learn to accept everything about themselves just the way they are. In spirit, then, The Name Chapter: FREEFALL is a comprehensive piece that plays out a lot like a road trip movie as the young boys navigate their way through the real world, and is also a pivotal moment in the journey TOMORROW X TOGETHER has taken together so far. Ever since debuting with the song “CROWN,” the boys have been up in the air somewhere between reality and fantasy. In “Run Away,” they even ask themselves, “Should we run away from reality?” Later, in the music video for “0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)” featuring Seori, they take off in a car instead, but they still can’t escape the real world. Now, in FREEFALL, they’re redefining what it means to be young by making a U-turn away from Neverland and straight toward reality—living there without hiding their horns or their dreams.

“Growing Pain” draws on the thrashing power of emocore for its particular sound, with the voices of the TOMORROW X TOGETHER members intentionally buried deep into the soundscape, adding a sense of depth and suggesting the feeling of pushing emotions down inside. They even sing the chorus in a restrained falsetto (“Into the pain / Throw it”), keeping any potentially explosive outbursts at bay. It’s once the album moves onto its seventh track, “Skipping Stones,” that the boys really break out with pure rock power. Earlier in the album, they see the horns on their heads as crowns and accept them as part of their identity in “Deep Down,” and the rest of reality, too, in “Happily Ever After” (“Even after closing the fairy tale book / Life still goes on … So what? I rather like it this way”). When they finally get to “Skipping Stones,” they reaffirm their determination to get on with the real world, bruises and all: “The water that swallowed the scars will become calm someday / And it will have a wide embrace.” In FREEFALL, the sound itself is the journey the group takes, with each track on the album finding its own way to leverage the music to match the message, the soundscape of each coming together to form one unified whole. Where the emocore sound of “Growing Pain” explores how much it hurts to fall back into reality, the synth-pop “Chasing That Feeling” tries to race fearlessly through that real world (“My fate, come and kiss me / I just keep on chasing that feeling”). The boys’ voices are full of sorrow but still dynamic as each sings about how they “turn my back on heaven.” Their vocals grow calmer and the beats in the album slow as it moves through the R&B-infused “Dreamer” and the synth-laden “Deep Down.” The progressive levelling out of emotions that flow through the album changes direction when the music briefly drops out during this track on the line, “Deep down I need you more,” acknowledging their horns as high-tempo EDM beats take over from the second verse. After an atmospheric free fall, the album rises again from “Happily Ever After,” the boys’ voices chipper right from the start. The track’s followed up by the rocker “Skipping Stones,” which then segues into “Blue Spring,” opening with the rousing words, “When we’re high / When we’re low / You’re always by my side / All my youth is filled with your warmth.” With no fear of the real world now, the boys are fully open to their identity and to love as the “once so chilly world / Blooms into spring at last.” Love has always been one of TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s core tenets, but they may find a different kind of value in it after crashing down into reality in free fall. The “gray” TOMORROOW X TOGETHER members’ vocals make good on the messages and music of every track in this journey to discover their youth, perfectly encapsulating what it’s like for someone to find their own path through life while they’re still young. Though each track off the album explores a different genre, they form one complete story solely through the music.

The Name Chapter: FREEFALL aims to flesh out a different musical genre on every one of its tracks, and the songs eschew variations of each of their themes in favor of repeating the choruses and verses to make for a series of tight, compact packages. Some might brush this approach off as following the current pop formula, but TOMORROW X TOGETHER makes the album their own by “Chasing That Feeling” through finely tuning their vocals to emphasize the message behind each song and the album’s journey as a whole. In other words, the group takes the trappings of pop and brings something magical to the story and the message—TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s own brand of pop music. Like dream-filled boys forge their own destinies in a world where adults have lost the ability to dream, the group finds their identity within the world of pop. That’s how these young men set up their own little space within the real world.

​Magic takes root in reality and flourishes 

Oh Minji: “Sometimes magical moments can be found in the most unmagical places.” Those are the words that close the concept teaser for TOMORROW X TOGETHER’s latest album, The Name Chapter: FREEFALL, as the boys say goodbye to their own personal Neverland and each tumbles down in an “endless fall” (“Growing Pain”) by choice (“I throw myself,” “Chasing That Feeling”) to land somewhere new—somewhere where magical moments can no longer be found. Unlike Peter Pan, they can’t fly, much less be boys forever. In the video, they’re like flowers that “turn my back on heaven and fall from the sky” (“Chasing That Feeling”), left to bloom in solitude along a barren asphalt road and next to a sewer where they’ll be washed away come even the slightest rain.

The place TOMORROW X TOGETHER has stumbled upon, however, is not entirely REALITY, as the name of their concept clip echoes, but rather one where buildings and umbrellas help protect them from the downpour. Unlike in the concept teaser, in the REALITY clip, they’re safe from being swept away by rain, and there’s no risk of “pain on my flesh” or having to be “prepared to die” (“Chasing That Feeling”). But it’s still clearly a set made for TOMORROW X TOGETHER, with it raining upwards, and words like “DOWN TO EARTH” and “FREEFALL” written on the ground and walls. They seem to have finally stopped falling and have their feet on the ground in the concept video for MELANCHOLY, the next in the series, but given that YEONJUN is in a cage and SOOBIN is behind bars, they’re not free, either. It could be that the wolfdog that’s with them in the fake reality—a place that’s neither completely real, nor where the boys are entirely free—is a symbolic mirror for the boys themselves. The animal—finally free from its simultaneously protective and restrictive cage (Neverland) but still barred from entering the real world—comes across as an analogy for Peter Pan-like characters in the real world: boys who want to become adults but can’t because they have never seen a real adult with their own eyes.

Even though they choose not to “run away and avoid” things and instead fall and deal with the accompanying agony, there’s no doubt that facing the wicked destiny that dooms them to “wander” comes with its fair share of growing pains (“Deep Down”). But there are times when you have to go through something painful in order to have something better at the end. For example, the TOMORROW X TOGETHER members wear pearls around their necks in the CLARITY concept clip. It’s only after an oyster’s shell is invaded by a foreign body and the creature endures the pain that a pearl is finally formed, so they act as an exclusive medal of bravery for those who have dealt with pain (“thought my blood spills and bones break … I throw myself into a dream that doesn’t lie,” “Growing Pain”). TOMORROW X TOGETHER are now standing on top of the true real world, having overcome their pains and earned their pearls and freedom. For them, reality is the roof that they thought had been there to protect them all along. It's somewhere they could fall from at any given moment and once again be left unprotected from the elements, but it’s also where they can turn down the “Devil by the Window” tempting them with whispers (“Dream on, dream on, good night!”) and finally say, “To a new sun every day, good morning” (“Happily Ever After”).

The noises that can be heard through the concept films feel like glitches that come about because TOMORROW X TOGETHER, once living in a fairy tale-like world, is entering the real one. The noises crack and sputter as the boys stand “in that typical fork in the road” where “adults who don’t dream and boys who only have dreams” exist. It’s at that fork—where they face reality without giving up their youth—that the “magical moments” bloom. Like this album, for one.

[aanoia]

Daydreamer

Remus Lupin x reader words; 1118 song; Daydream by Adele (19 as fics) why did i have such a hard time writing this? if you'd like to request a song, literally any song in the world just use my inbox (tell me who, obvi, the song and who it's by, also obvi, and then if you want a scenario) I suggest reading about what this song is about it SHOCKED me, and then this fic might make more sense too. I can't get the song to link :(

Daydreamer

Sitting on the sea

Soaking up the sun

Remus gently rubbed circles into my hand as he talked about the book he was currently reading. His brows furrowed softly as he began speaking about a part he did not enjoy one bit, talking about how it almost ruined the entire book for him and he was ready to just stop reading it. 

The small waves of the lake crashed gently against the shore, creating a calm aura between the two of you. Never would you think something so unexpected would happen.

He is a real lover

Of making up the past

And feeling up his girl

Like he's never felt a figure before

“Y/n/n, you don’t understand. Nothing ever happened between us.” Remus reassured me as I rubbed my arm nervously.

“Are you sure, Remus? It’d make sense, you two are best friends.”

Remus smiled at me softly and placed his hands on my waist, “I’m very sure, my love.”

A jaw-dropper

Looks good when he walks

Is the subject of their talk

“Look, it’s him!” A first year squealed and I looked up from my book, curious as to who they were talking about. A proud smile crossed my face at the sight of my boyfriend looking around the hallway. I looked back down to my book, tuning into their conversation. 

“And have you seen him with-”

“Hello, love. I finally found you.” Remus said and I smiled up at him.

He would be hard to chase

But good to catch

And he could change the world

With his hands behind his back, oh

“There you go, all patched up.” Remus said, smiling down at the first year boy who scraped his knee pretty bad. The boy sniffled and hugged Remus tightly.

“Thank you, Remus.” The boy mumbled and ran off with his friends.

“You’re such a sweetheart.” I said behind him with a smile. He looked up from his spot on the ground and smiled.

You can find him sitting on your doorstep

Waiting for a surprise

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked James, my eyes teary.

“Y/n, I love you, you’re like a sister to me. I had to tell you, I’m so sorry.” James said, rubbing the back of his neck as Remus and Sirius came down the stairs and into the common room.

“Y/n? Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” Sirius asked, before looking to James with wide eyes. “Prongs, you didn’t…”

James shook his head, “I’m sorry. It wasn’t right. She needed to know.”

And he will feel like he's been there for hours

And you can tell that he'll be there for life

“Y/n/n, please, stop!” Remus yelled after me as I ran out of the castle and into the pouring rain.

“I can’t belie- I can’t believe you!” I screamed back, thunder booming behind me. “You told me nothing had ever happened- nothing ever was going to happen! You liar!” I sobbed, falling to my knees. The slick mud seeped through my pajama pants, sending shivers up my body. 

“Y/n-” Remus breathed, kneeling in front of me as I grabbed onto the wet grass, trying to ground myself.

“You- you cheated on me.” I mumbled, barely audible.

“Y/n-”

“With Sirius. I mean- I knew- I knew you liked guys and I don’t care, I don’t. I don’t.” I repeated, mostly to myself. “But you cheated on me. With Sirius.” I sat defeatedly on the ground. “No, don’t touch me!” I said, pushing Remus’ arms off me. “Don’t ever talk to me again. Ever.”

Daydreamer

With eyes that make you melt

I sighed as I watched Sirius smile lovingly at Remus, who had the same glint in his eye he used to have when he looked at me.

“Oh, Y/n/n.” Lily sighed, hugging my side. “It’ll be okay, love. It’ll be okay.”\

He lends his coat for shelter

Plus, he's there for you

When he shouldn't be

The entire Great Hall watched silently as Sirius and Remus argued, both of their voices raising loudly. Not even the teachers dared to step in between them. Sirius pushed Remus away from him and the room gasped as Remus fell backwards, hitting the ground hard. Nevertheless, as Sirius stormed out Remus jumped up and ran after him, desperately calling out his name.

But he stays all the same

Waits for you

Then sees you through

“Oh my Godric, not again.” I mumbled to myself, and stood up, shoving my book into my bag as the yelling started again. 

“You’re still in love with her, aren’t you, Remus?” Sirius asked and I froze, looking up to meet Remus’ gaze.

There's no way I could describe him

What I've said is just what I'm hoping for

Remus nodded, “I am.” 

I scoffed and shook my head, catching Sirius’ attention who also looked at me.

“And you?” He asked me.

I shrugged, “I’m not.”

But I will find him sitting' on my doorstep

Waiting for a surprise

“Sophie, c’mon sweetheart, you need to go to be-” I was cut off by a loud knock on the door and the toddler I was trying to coax to sleep shot up from her bed and ran out of the room. I sighed and followed after her, mentally cursing whoever was at the door.

“Hello, mister, what’s your name?” Sophie asked.

“Sophia, how many times must I tell you not to answer the do- Remus?” I froze behind my daughter. Remus looked at me, his bottom lip shaking and tears filling his eyes. “What happened?” I asked quietly, taking Sophia into my arms.

“They’re dead, Y/n.” My heart clenched, I immediately knew who he was talking about. “They’re dead and Sirius killed them and I didn’t know what to do so I came here. I’m sorry, I-”

“No, no. Come in.” I said, stepping aside and he hesitantly walked in.

And he will feel like he's been there for hours

And I can tell that he'll be there for life

“We can’t just kick him out, Alex. He lost his people.” I whispered to my husband who watched hesitantly as Remus played with our daughter.

“Y/n, I-” he sighed. “Okay. He can stay for the night.”

I kissed my husband's cheek, “Thank you, love. It’ll only be for tonight.”

I turned around and paused as I saw Sophia asleep in Remus’ arms, snoring softly. I sighed as I thought about what could have been, but wasn’t. Remus looked up and smiled softly at me and I could just tell. He was thinking the same thing.

And I can tell that he'll be there for life

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I am very very very sorry for making you wait so much! I have covid rn so doing anything is pain 🫠

I hope you enjoy it! I tried to include every detail. Sorry I couldn't do percy Jackson cuz I recently started the book series hehe...

Your match for JJK is.....

Nanami and your runner up is Geto

Listen, mostly all male adults love insulting people but Nanami is a gentleman, he won’t do it if it bothers you (unless you are gojo). He might not have dark hair but for the rest he is mostly your ideal type! Nanami is a serious sorcerer but he has soft spots (that he hides). He is reserved and always appears as indifferent because of his bluntness. But that’s how he is at work, where the death rate is insanely high and he only does this to avoid grief. But he seems to be someone who enjoys the little pleasures and traveling in peace. You’re blunt, perfectionist, creative, sarcastic but you seem to hide your sentimentalism just like him. Not gonna lie, you and nanami would probably have to be friends outside of work for him to get attached as I said previously but I believe it would work out very well.

The forte in your relationship will definitely be communication. Blunt people will address the issue rather fast if there is one. He loves that you’re always thriving to do better but will help ground you to earth so you can feel proud of yourself just like him. He wants you to be happy after all so when you start feeling frustrated he will be here to help you feel better with his words. He would be taken aback by your envy if we can call it that way and would address it with you. He doesn’t mind you being jealous or possessive of him, it makes him feel loved. He is not the jealous type but if someone tried to flirt with you he’d make himself known, especially if you are getting uncomfortable (he will raise hell if you got hurt in any way shape or form). He enjoys having intelligent conversations and will definitely push you to express your views more often.

Both of you definitely judge people (judgmental side eye), plus you share the same sense of humor. He loves that you’re passionate and when you get into it it’s not uncommon to find him looking at you with a loving look. I headcanon he likes taking pictures so each time you’re daydreaming you can count on him to take a pic or two. Nanami is definitely a romantic. Dates once a week minimum, vacation once a year, flowers, chocolate, self care products and even breakfast in bed. He wants to make you feel loved so he won’t hesitate on the means. He is a shoulder you can cry on and someone who will give you valuable advices. He is protective of you and probably loves kissing your forehead or inner wrist.

I can definitely see both of you cooking together and having a date night at home when it’s raining. You watch movies together or dancing in the kitchen while it’s raining with music in the background. He will learn flower language for you and will surprise you often. I think he’d be over the moon if you made him meaningful gifts like buying his favorite food (or making it) and just remembering small details about him.

He is getting teased by gojo everyday over your relationship help him out lol. (SPOILER) It’s sad that good people don’t last long in gege world.

Your match for bnha is....

It was the most difficult match especially for someone who stopped reading when the author really was bullying katsuki (over a year ago). But in the end your match is….Hitoshi Shinso!

Tsundere? Check. Loyal and honest? Check I guess? I mean he’s not the traitor. Taller than you? Check (I was gonna make a joke but I’m also short so I stand no ground but the inch on you). Shinso is very ambitious but still down to earth because he was persecuted for his quirk. Which didn’t stop him from becoming a student in class A. He is definitely more laid back than you but I believe that he’s gonna become more ambitious when you’re together cuz you’ll inspire him. I think he’d be as jealous and possessif of you as you are of him. Just like you, he worked hard to get what he has and values it a lot. He’d be the boyfriend that finishes your sentence or voice your opinion if he feels like you’re not comfortable enough so he’d divert the attention to make you feel better. He is not that competitive unless provoked.

Now…I can see him cooking and baking with you to help you improve (he doesn’t seem like he is into it but will try). His love language is mostly words and acts but you can expect him to discretely learn flower language for you. Omg I can totally see him offering you dried flowers from time to time. Your aesthetics oppose but you two would look cute together (he wears comfy clothes but is more dark academia). Shinso is someone who you can confide into and wouldn’t judge you for it (he inly judges people with you). He is also very blunt and downright rude when you get on the wrong foot with him. I think the only difficulties are befriending him and getting through his wall and of course helping him overcome his laying insecurities. While he is always here to hype you up and build up your confidence, he hides insecurities linked to his quirk so it’s something he needs help with. He might not be the picture perfect romantic boyfriend but he is trying.

While shinso is calm and reserved, I think he’d be talkative with his lover. You can expect lots of inside jokes between you two. He’s also love to listen to true crime with you and love to discuss it. He is someone who’d follow you on all your ideas and will be very supportive of them. When you initiate physical touch he’d be shy at first and then get into it lol.

I hope you enjoy it!

[papuhater]

idk if u take reqs but like ur Dwayne hoover fic is so sad... so like if u do would u do a fic where they get into kind of a fight cuz her family packed up and she didn't tell him til he saw tbe box's, and she confesses before she leaves but then they meet again in Cali maybe. Idk u can ignore this if u want

♡ | 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄

pairing: dwayne hoover x she/her!reader

summary: (anon)

a/n: I WILL ALWAYS TAKE REQS!! !!, REMEMBER! EXCLAIMED THEE BAEKING! the first part occurs before dwayne takes a vow of silence

'what the fuck?'

why were there boxes around your house? and a moving truck? dwayne got closer to your house, he walked into the door, and he was met with a woman grabbing one of the boxes, not any box;

a box with your cds.

he knew you would never sell them or gift them away, he quickly stopped the lady the lady stared at him annoyed, muttering a 'what the fuck dude?', she only ignored him and shoved passed him.

the door was open and he invited himself inside, dwayne looked for your room, when he walked through the door, his eyes met you, but you were rolling up your posters, the same ones he helped you litter all over the walls, and laughed at your music taste. his eyes came in contact with yours and you stopped rolling the papers. 

the discussion began with you; ‘dwayne…’,

“you’re moving?” he asked, his voice seemed so quiet in his ears, your voice cut through the silence he would actively hear.

“to california, dwayne i wanted to tell-”

“no! you are leaving” you stood up and tried to talk “shut up y/n! you can’t say anything you–you!” it wouldn’t matter how much he screamed, his voice was so quiet in his ears, your gaze was so loud in his eyes, he was stuttering so hard, he just screamed whatever his mind thought, just like an unfiltered estuary

“i have never! never! have i met someone like you! y/n you are a selfish person!” he hollered to you, each exclaiming point with a pause and passion, passion of love that is disguised as hate. he closed his eyes out of pure rage, he thought it was against you, but it was against the world. dwayne’s screams died down, his chest rising up and down, as if he had ran a marathon, he slowly opened his eyes, and stared into your glossy ones, he couldn’t feel his breathing, he just heard yours.

“Fuck. you.” 

was all he could muster out between heaved breaths, with that, tears from your waterline began to flood down, you sobbed, and every sense in him stopped. All he could sense was your form sobbing, he could feel with his fingertips the pricking of your tears, the overwhelming scent of salt from them. it was all too much, he ran away, ignoring everyone and everything.

that was the last time he had seen you, when he got a grip of himself, dwayne received a friedrich nietzsche book, twilight of the idols, your final gift, you left it to his mother. she handed him the gray notebook, he opened it and a message was written there

‘dwayne this is y/n

i’m leaving you this book, i didn’t want to move to california, it was my parents choice

i wanted to tell you something before i left, but you left before i could (i don’t blame you for acting like that) so, i’m writing you this. 

dwayne hoover, 

i like you.

I like you a lot dwayne.

i want you to be happy and chase after your dreams, be a pilot

take care, tell olive i’m sorry, goodbye’

the cover was shut quickly and he bolted past his mother and ran towards you– former house and when he arrived, any trace of you disappeared, the house was closed and a sign of ‘sold!’ was hanging right outside of the door. and he understood he had missed his chance, now he was in california, where you were.

he daydreamed of finding you and he wouldn’t know how to react to you standing there. 

have you changed? did you replace him? you sure have, and it wouldn’t be hard, you are beautiful, and so lovable, you did get into his heart, 

didn’t you? and now the thought of you was lost in the maze of the complex organ we call heart or his brain, maybe it was just himself not ready to let go of you. 

“dwayne hoover?”

sometimes dreams do come true.

he turned around and found you facing him, your skin was healthier, and your cheeks, he could feel the warmth they received from the sun irrading from them. he stayed completely silent, you both just stared at each other before dwayne said something

“y/n” the clash at first was awkward, something unavoidable, the silent conversation continued, until a note was played, he asked about how was your life, you responded and the song took flight, it was now the both of you walking down a pier while talking, when you both reached the end, dwayne had finished telling his oddessey to get here.

“and olive was disqualified at the end.”

“that was rigged.”

“yeah well, i started reading nietzche.”

“did you” she gulped, “read the message i wrote there?” dwayne averted his eyes towards the ocean, and nodded slowly, he tried to catch some reaction from the corner of his gaze, but you left a paper in his palm and stood up, you were the one running this time. you would communicate with him through little notes before you left.

he opened it quickly and it a message was written;

‘dwayne, i’m giving you this written because, this is how i met you, and like you know;

i reaaaaaaaally like you, but i’m stupid, i forgot to put my number so we talk. you can visit me in my house, the direction is at the bottom of this letter, also go to the icecream store i told you, i’ll also be there tomorrow

take care <3’

[newtthetranswriter]

Hi ! How are you ?

I'd love a match up with jjk , demon slayer and Tokyo revengers boys !

Im an ambivert on introvert side, at first im pretty shy and don't know how to talk but Very affectionative. Might not show it at first but will do and will get attached after getting to knowing you I have , im an Intp Im air-headed individual who seems to constantly wander off in thought , daydreaming and is unable to focus on anything but I think logically not emotionally, im very kind and will not hesitate to help with anything , im also really loyal and respectful towards my friends ! Im an easy going person and im chill with everything I sometimes talk with sarcasm and I don't really get people emotions but I can be really observant about little details and I love complimenting people and make their day better people say that I have very childish demeanor , I will protect my friends and will take a beating for them I tend to overthink alot if im making someone uncomfortable and other things and sometimes it lead me to mental breakdowns but I don't really show it

People always say that I'm a beauty and can be a model and I have a sweet voice, I have really good taste in fashion and always wear whatever makes me happy, I really like anime, Cosplay, books , cats , cooking, horror movies , playing video games and traveling

A/N: Hello, I hope you are having a great day. Sorry this took so long, I had covid and then I couldn’t get myself to write anything. Anyway I hope you enjoy and remember to hydrate or diedrate

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuta Okkotsu

You balance each other out quite a bit

While Yuta thinks and acts with his emotions most of the time you are there to be a voice of reason

Both of you can be found just sitting together while both lost in separate day dreams and trust me the others like to make fun of you for it (Cough toge)

Yuta is extremely good with emotions in the sense that if he thinks you’re pulling back because of worry of being too much, he will do his best to reassure you that everything is fine

Expect many compliments and if you return any he will break, this boy does not know how to handle that

Yuta also enjoys just relaxing with you watching anime or playing games

Just a peaceful relationship consisting of compliments and the occasional pestering from a certain curse speech user

Demon Slayer: Kyojuro Rengoku

He may be very loud and outgoing but he needs someone who will help him relax on his few days off

Pull this man inside and make him take a break while you read a story to him

You may be more introverted but remember Rengoku will want to show you off to the other Hashira so be prepared for that

He will be giving you compliment after compliment and even if he hears people praise his fighting if you respond to a compliment with some along the lines of ‘you’re beautiful too’ he short circuits and can’t think

Don’t worry about being to much for this ball of fire cause he enjoys that you have child like side, it makes it easier to just have fun

The wonder in his eyes when he gets home from a long mission just to see you sitting in the sun off in a daydream, is just magical. He loves that you are so relaxed and carefree that you can let the world slip away for just an instant, so he won’t interrupt you, just quietly sit next to you and ask what you were thinking about when you finally notice he joined you

Tokyo Revengers: Keisuke Baji

This dude thinks exclusively with his fists so having some logical thinking would be good for him

Please for the love of toman do not let this idiot light shit on fire just because he’s hungry, make sure he only commits arson because it’s fun and not out of him being hangry

Anyway being with Keisuke means hanging out with Chifuyu alot, so congrats you get to be the brains for two idiots, just kidding it means you get two nerds to talk with when they aren’t out fighting

Expect to be dragged out to Toman meetings just so he can show off that he got such a beautiful partner, (bonus points if you flip the script and start bragging to the gang about how you got such a handsome boyfriend)

Many dates consisting of yakisoba and anime or horror movie marathons

[biiedwin8]

Maladaptive Daydreaming: Love-Hate Relationship You Have With Your Daydreaming

Today, I'll be offering you a very practical tip on how to find motivation to focus on your life as a daydreamer. As I mentioned in the past, motivation and maladaptive daydreamer don't go hand in hand because something about motivation is working on your real life, improving something in real life, and it can sometimes require you to do challenging things. Maybe it can require you to apply for that job or clean your house. But daydreaming is so seductive; it doesn't need anything from you. It just requires you sometimes to sit down or walk around the room and immerse yourself. It is more of a world of unlimited possibilities and opportunities because it's all in your mind. You can create any world you want—a Star Wars universe, an alien universe, Mayan caves—recreating all elements of imagination with your mind. It's much easier; you don't need much motivation to daydream. However, with real life, you sometimes need motivation.

So, what is one thing you can do to get motivation as a daydreamer? The question you can ask yourself is, "What am I missing out on in life because of engaging in daydreaming?" Just write them down; it can be relationships, traveling, money, or anything you feel you are missing out on in your life. Once you have that list, it will be a very big list of things you're missing out on in real life because of daydreaming. Now, what you can do is reverse the question. Ask yourself, "What will I get in life once I manage my daydream?" The things you are missing out on in life now become your motivation. If, for example, the things you're missing out on are relationships, getting married, or getting a job, when you reverse those things, you'll see that if you manage your daydreaming, you'll probably be living in a good house, traveling, having money, experiencing new cultures, visiting the Mayan caves, being an explorer, a doctor, an educationist, and much more.

When you see the possibilities for you once you manage your daydreaming, that becomes the drive to help you start improving the quality of your life. Even if you don't know how to manage daydreaming, once you see the possibilities for you, the drive will help you find a solution. You'll be motivated to take steps like reducing the time spent daydreaming, reading a book, seeking help, or exploring new avenues. Look at the things you are missing out on, not to feel bad about yourself, but as things you will gain once you overcome daydreaming.

Hope that makes sense, guys. There are things you will gain that are even more amazing than the imaginary world. You'll be living a life where you are free, financially independent, at peace within yourself, and have control over your daydreaming. You can become a confident writer, manage anxiety, and address root causes of addictive behavior. Look at the things you will gain once you manage these behaviors. If you don't know what you'll gain, look at what other people have, the things you feel jealous of or wish you had, and write them down. This can serve as your first pack of motivation.

Note from the Author

If you’re ready and you’d like my help with overcoming and managing your maladaptive daydreaming without spending years in therapy, then you can book a FREE BREAKTHROUGH CALL with me HERE. Happy healing 💙💙. Feel free to share and comment! Use this information with caution, it comes from my own thoughts & bias, experiences and research😊.

[tsunaaism]

All yours. | Diluc x GN!Reader

Fluff | Contains: Soft!Diluc, Confused diluc, zero emotional experience diluc, Pining, Diluc being down bad for you, He loves likes you a lot omg pls just say yes. I actually felt bad writing this. Reader is being very ambiguous. Open interpretation ending. Stop giving this boy mixed signals. 

Warnings: implied infatuation, spiralling thoughts, potential image of diluc with puppy eyes in your head.

Written in first person. Fire bird boy’s POV.

“Diluc, you're staring at me again."

The world blurs. It felt as if I was stuck in the bottom of a cursed, empty well. That damned question echoed again and again like an ominous mantra that possessed my senses. It's ridiculous.

“Do you think we’d make a great pair?” You asked that day, staring into my eyes with such innocence. How could you? They were all traps, weren’t they? All of your words—every syllable that left your lips. How am I supposed to believe any of it?

I see through you. In my dreams, you're a book only I could read: the twitch of the corners of your lips, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly—they were telltale, and I knew what your heart truly holds.

Or so, I thought.

“Eyes up here, fire boy. Up here.”

Your chuckle sobers me. Arguably the most melodious thing I’ve ever heard. My heartbeat quickened, thumping against my chest. This, again. I feel my blood rush through my veins, warming up the tips of my ears. This feeling. This damned feeling. What is it? Admiration? Desire? Need? I couldn’t control it. It was unexplainable; euphoric with a slight sting, and it left me dry.

Since I laid my eyes on you, you’ve always been here. Right inside my mind, and I hated to admit it. I hated the fact that once my eyes fall shut, darkness isn’t what I see. It's you. Smiling at me, making the most mundane tasks seem fulfilling.

But this was all your doing, wasn’t it? To inhabit my mind, to grow on me. Your subtle smiles, your meek glances, the slight tilt of your head—what do they truly mean? Are they intentional? Why.. do they leave me feeling this way? Yet, every time I hold my gaze on you, you pretend as if there’s nothing. That I was wrong, all alone with this feeling.

“Quit staring already. You’ll get dry eyes.”

“I- My bad. I did not mean to, I promise. You just happened to be there."

"What were you daydreaming of, anyway? And I was messing with you. I don’t mind if you're the one staring at me."

Archons.

How could those words leave your lips so easily? A smile blooms on your face, and I forgot how to react. You know how I feel, don’t you? Is this cruel game fun for you? Entertaining, perhaps? Should I have my hand around your cheeks and my lips on yours so you could finally understand?

Or maybe, you had recognized it all along.

I sigh, letting my head fall on the wooden surface. I’ve only been this vulnerable in front of you. Just for you.

“You're out of it, huh? Tiring day?"

And I am back to where I was. Your voice lulling me away from reality, your fingers slowly raking through my hair. Why? Why would you let your fingers cup my cheeks and pull me closer? Why would you stare into my eyes that way? The bliss slowly dissipates, morphing into something more obscure. This want gnawed on my heart. It aches. Do you not feel it too?

“Please.” I hold the palm that was tenderly stroking my face. A jolt of electricity ran all over my skin, and my ability to reason was overthrown. It’s you. You’re the only thing I see, the only thing I can think of. The reason why I’m such a mess.

Then I kissed your wrist.

You turned silent.

“But would you mind if I touch you this way?” 

A/N: First time writing in first person. Ngl its awkward after rereading it but WELL its 4 am and i gotta sleep

[kerrysdreamcorner]

𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝐸𝓃𝓉𝓇𝓎 ~ 𝟣𝟣.𝟩.𝟤𝟥

————

“Moping again, sweetheart?”

I cracked a single eye open, taking in the indigo star filled sky and the Illyrian grinning down at me. Though his smile was as boisterous as he, his tone was soft. Gentle. Coaxing.

With a sigh, I closed my eyes and sat up. “How do you always find me?”

“Because you need me.”

Sensing him sit down behind me, I let my weight fall back against his broad chest. His arms wrapped around my middle, warm and secure and comforting, knees a welcomed cage on either side of me. He didn’t say anything, just held me in a patient silence.

The General can be patient when he wants to be.

“I don’t know what to do, Cass.” I finally said, blinking back the stinging sensation building behind my eyes. “I feel defeated. There’s nothing else I can say or do to make her understand how her choices affect my sisters and I. How much of a mental scar this bullshit had created.”

His wings rustled. “He’s back in the picture? Seriously?”

“Yup.” I closed my eyes again and inhaled sharply. “Baby sister happened to look out her window and saw him in the yard. I stayed in the living room playing guard dog to make sure my mother didn’t let him in.”

Cassian’s arms tightened around me. “I hate that you had to do that.”

“So do I, but someone has to be the protector. My mother can’t be trusted to fill that roll, and I’m the oldest, so…”

“Too bad Feyre didn’t have you for an older sister.”

I cracked a small smile at that, but it quickly faded. “I just don’t understand it, Cass. I understand her want for a partner, I really, really do. The only love life I have going is you and whoever else I daydream into existence.” He snorted at that. “But still, to be so attached to someone like that, someone who has destroyed the peace in our home and our sense of safety… She’s settling for everything she taught us never to put up with.”

He ran his fingers up and down my sides. “I’m sorry I can’t be there to protect you from that.”

My eyes started to burn again, my throat joining in this time. All I’ve ever wanted was to feel protected by someone else, but… “You do protect me. You remind me every day what love is supposed to be. If I didn’t have you, or any of the others I’ve fallen in love with on my book journeys, I don’t know where my head and heart would be now. I’d probably be repeating the shitty patterns I grew up around.”

Cassian gave me another gentle squeeze. “You’re strong willed and smart enough to know what you want for yourself. You’re not afraid to seek out the help you need to break those patterns. Be proud of yourself for that, because I’m proud of you.”

Sighing, I snuck further into his warmth. “You really can’t whisk me away to Prythian?”

He chuckled deeply. “Not yet. Your time in your world isn’t done. But when it is, I’ll come and get you, and you can spend an eternity with me… with all of us, in Velaris.”

I turned my head to look at him. “Promise?”

“On everything that I am.”

“Okay. I’m holding you to that.” Facing forward again, I let the back of my head rest against his shoulder. “Stay until I fall asleep?”

“I got you. I’ll make sure you wake up safe and sound in your bed.”

Closing my eyes and exhaling deeply, I put all of my thoughts into Cassian. His warmth, how safe he made me feel, the leather smell clinging to him, I focused entirely on him until I started feeling light.

Then I felt nothing at all.

[tired-truffle]

You Are My Synn

A LokixOC Fic

Word Count: 4.8k

Part 2/20

Masterlist

Synn could barely contain her energy. She was wiggling around in her chair, despite having been reminded many times to sit still. They were learning mathematics, something she had absolutely no interest in. The boredom made her feel antsy and anxious. She felt that if she had to sit there and listen to Uncle Birger drone on about numbers and equations for one more minute, she was going to tear her hair out or bang her head against the table. Maybe even both. 

Uncle Birger sighed, he knew Synn wasn’t doing it on purpose, but he wished she would listen. He was pretty sure that she hadn't retained a single thing he had said all day. He could see the dazed look in her eyes that meant she was off in her own little world, daydreaming again, only to come back to the present when he got her attention and immediately become restless. No matter how hard he tried, he was never able to get her to focus. He knew she had trouble with reading, the way she described it, like letters came alive and danced around the page, teasing her as she tried to make sense of it, he couldn’t blame her for getting frustrated. 

“Okay,” Uncle Birger finally relented to Synn’s relentless energy, “that will be all for today, you are both free to go.”

“Thank you, Uncle Birger!” Synn exclaimed, hopping up from her chair. 

“Can I go play with Frida?” Asta asked her father as Synn bolted for her room. 

“Of course, you can.” He told his daughter.

“And be safe, Synn! Make sure you’re home before dark!” He called as he watched his niece scurry away with her box of gardening tools. Synn didn’t look back as she ran out of the door, shouting an unintelligible acknowledgment as she did. He pinched the bridge of his nose, that child would be the death of him yet. 

Synn ran as fast as her legs could carry her. They lived close to the edge of the city, near the large forest that ran around the main town. She followed her usual path until she got to the marker, a cut-down tree stump with an ‘S’ she had carved into it. From there, she ran through the trees until she could not run any longer. It was only about ten minutes from her house, however, her father’s box of gardening tools was quite heavy. 

She could have made a garden for herself in the patch behind the bakery that her father had used, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask her aunt to give up tending to the one personal thing her father had left for his sister. She was more than okay with using her father’s gardening book to forge her own path. She only knew her father through the stories her aunt told her. While it saddened her to have had to grow up without her parents, she loved her Aunt Astrid and Uncle Birger just as much as she did them.

When she made it to the small clearing, she caught her breath and knelt down beside her small garden. Once her breath had returned to a regular pace, she began examining her plants. She quickly lost herself in their care, making sure they were well watered and had enough nutrients. She had a variety of flowers in her garden and one small berry bush. It was all she had been able to scrounge together with the tips she received from customers at the bakery. All she had to do was act cute and innocent when giving them their baked goods and they would leave her something extra. Her aunt and uncle would laugh to themselves, amused at how easy it was for Synn to charm the customers, knowing that she was not as innocent as she acted. Not a diabolical scheme, but funny nonetheless. 

Her favourite flowers were ones she had received from her aunt and uncle for her last birthday. They were called Moonflowers and just like the name would suggest, would only bloom under the moonlight, specifically the full moon. She loved to come out during the full moon and sit in awe as the flowers would open up and shine in the dim light. The only problem was that she wasn’t allowed out at night on her own, her aunt and uncle had made it very clear it was dangerous for her to be alone at night. That would have been fine but they never seemed to want to come out on the night of the full moon. They gave excuses like they had to work early the next day or they weren’t feeling well, and Synn understood, but she never failed to be disappointed. She had only seen them bloom twice so far, the memory of their beautiful petals opening up and revealing their hidden beauty was a treasured memory. 

Synn had taken to singing to her plants. One of the customers had suggested it to her a few weeks ago. The woman told her that plants like to hear not only her speaking voice but her singing voice as well. Synn had marvelled at the idea that her plants could listen and had taken to talking and singing to her plants, hoping it would help them grow up big and strong. She would often pretend she was talking to her parents or imagine them singing a lullaby to her as she was to the plants. She was no fantastic singer, but she could carry a tune with some accuracy. She would definitely never sing in front of people, but in the forest on her own, surrounded by the calming presence of her garden, she felt comfortable being herself. 

While Synn was in the process of kneeling in front of and singing a lullaby to her berry bush, a strange shadow fell over the garden. She stopped singing and blinked, not recognizing the odd cylindrical shape. The sound of someone clearing their throat got her attention. She jumped, having been startled by the sudden sound, falling over and gracelessly hitting her butt off the ground. 

Synn looked up at the intruder. She had been so entranced with her garden that she didn’t hear them come close. The person who had so rudely interrupted her was a boy around her age. He had jet black hair that was slicked back tightly against his head, stopping just below his ears. His eyes were a light but piercing green and his gaze just as intense. He had on green, gold, and black robes that complimented his features. He held himself with an air of sophistication, holding his head high and his shoulders perfectly straight.  He was only a few feet from her and was looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to speak first. When Synn did nothing but stare up at him he rolled his eyes. 

“Can’t you speak, village girl?” He asked, judgment clear in his voice. 

“You clearly just heard me singing, why wouldn’t I be able to speak.” Synn retorted, sitting back on her calves. He had been the one to interrupt her, why was he the one acting as if she was the one in the wrong? She’d been using this space to garden for a few years and no one had bothered her here before, how and why had the boy come here?

“What are you doing?” The boy asked. 

“I don’t think I’ll tell you,”  Synn crossed her arms and looked away from the boy, nose lifted high in the air, “If you are going to be rude then you can leave.” 

Synn pointed back behind the boy, assuming that was the way he had come from. There was silence for a moment, the boy standing beside her, looking at her incredulously. He had never had someone, other than his parents and brother, be so abrupt with him before, let alone someone not answer his question. Who was this girl and why did she think she could treat him like any other commoner? Did she not know who he was? How much trouble she could be in for addressing him in such a course manner?

It occurred to him that he was rather far from the palace, there was a chance that the children here wouldn’t recognize him. It wasn’t every day that he was treated as though he wasn’t a prince. Briefly reflecting on his interactions with other children in the palace, he realized that this girl’s obliviousness to who he was had presented an opportunity. While he did enjoy having superiority over his peers, he did find himself longing for someone to be unafraid of him and the power he held. Getting his way was lovely, but he felt unstimulated in those interactions, with no one to use his intellect against. Finally, he had someone challenge him and backing down wasn’t in his nature.

“I’m Loki,” He said with a small bow. “I apologize for my impertinence before, I will not do it again.” The boy, Loki, held out his hand. Synn looked at him with a side-eyed glance and huffed lightly when she realized he wasn’t going to leave her alone. 

“I’m Synn.” She reached out to shake his hand. Loki grimaced as he realized that her dirt-covered hand had now infected his and subtly wiped it away when she let go. Before he could rethink his decision to pretend he was a regular child, Loki sat down beside Synn, earning him a raised eyebrow, however, she said nothing and went back to her gardening work. Her berry bush required some trimming. 

“What flower is this?” He asked, pointing to the flower in front of him. 

“A moonflower.” Synn didn’t so much as a glance in his direction. Loki reached out to touch the flower bud, tapping it on top. It wasn’t opened like the rest of the flowers, Loki figured it was probably defective. 

“It doesn’t seem like a particularly interesting flower, it’s only a closed bud.” Loki mused. Synn hummed in response, not really listening to him. She had no idea why this odd boy was still in her garden. Loki reached down, and before Synn could realize what he was doing, he picked one of the moonflowers, tearing it from the stem. 

“What are you doing!” Synn demanded, jumping to her feet, fists balled tightly at her sides. Those were her special flowers, who did this boy think he was? You can’t just pick flowers out of someone else’s garden. Loki’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, his mouth opening slightly in shock. He hadn’t expected her to react so strongly, it was just a flower after all. 

“It’s not blooming like the rest of the garden, I didn’t mean to upset you,” Loki was sincere, he hadn’t meant any harm by it. He had only been trying to find a way to make Synn pay attention to him, “I thought I could fix it.”

Synn deflated slightly, still feeling frustrated, but she could see the genuine look on his face. Had Loki never learned anything about plants? If he had he would know that picking it would do the opposite of fixing it. 

“It’s a moonflower, it only blossoms under a full moon, that’s why the petals aren’t open. They’re my favourite flower and I work very hard to keep them happy.” Synn tried her best to keep the irritation from slipping into her voice but found herself failing, “Besides, how would picking it help fix it? You’ve just killed it.” 

“I can fix it,” Loki said, matter-of-factly, “Watch.” 

Synn put her hands on her hips, highly doubting he’d be able to do anything to revive the plant, but humoured him nonetheless. Loki held the flower out with one hand, the severed stems lining up, and waved his other hand over the top of the bud. A green shimmer shone in the air as he did so, and to Synn’s surprise, the stem fused back together again. Synn stood there, slack-jawed and in awe, she had never seen anything like that before. She knelt back down beside the flower and gingerly touched the stem where it had been broken. It felt whole again. Synn glanced back at Loki who had an expectant look on his face. 

“How did you do that?” Synn asked. 

“Magic.” Loki was smug, he couldn’t help himself when others were intrigued by his skill.

 “I’ve never seen magic before, can you do any other tricks?” Synn asked. She was so excited by the sudden use of magic, that she had forgotten all about her irritation towards him. She had forgiven him without thought. Not only had he fixed his mistake, but done so in a way that intrigued her more than she would like to admit. The forgiving nature of ten-year-olds had its perks. 

“Only if you ask nicely,” Loki smirked.

Synn gave him an unimpressed look, “Pretty please.”

“We’ll have to work on the enthusiasm,” He mused, “But it is acceptable for now.” He had decided that since it was Synn’s first experience with magic he would take it easy, he was enjoying the rapt attention she had just started giving him and didn’t want to scare her away. 

Watching Loki show her magic trick after magic trick had Synn squealing with delight and excitedly asking him every question she could think of. Time seemed to fly by, her garden neglected for the time being, this was much more important. 

As the hours wore on, Loki showed her one of his favourite tricks: fireworks popping out of his palm. Synn watched with rapt attention, the colours reflecting in her wide eyes. 

“Who taught you that?” Synn asked.

“My mother, she’s taught me most of what I know.”

“She must be pretty amazing.” Synn smiled, tearing her eyes away from the fireworks to smile at him. 

“She is,” Loki boasted, “what about your mom, is she the one who taught you to garden?”

“It was my dad’s interest in gardening that got me into it,” Synn responded, the smile sliding off her face, “though he didn’t teach any of it to me, I read it in his old books. My parents fought in Odin’s Army and they died when I was a baby. I live with my aunt and uncle who own the family bakery now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry for your loss.” Loki closed his hand, the fireworks disappearing. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s not like you killed them.” Synn shrugged, people apologized to her whenever they heard about her parents. She didn’t understand it, she didn’t want their pity, it was just a fact of her life, “The Frost Giants are the ones that killed them. I don’t remember them anyways and I love my aunt and uncle, plus I get to live with my cousin Asta and she’s pretty great.” Synn explained, quickly burying the stinging feeling in her chest. She was used to the feeling, she missed them every day, while it pained her, she continued to carry it, surrounding those negative feelings with the love she had for her aunt, uncle, and cousin. She didn’t want anyone to feel burdened by her emotions, they had enough of their own to deal with, and she didn’t want people to think she was complaining about her life. 

Loki nodded in understanding. He had heard stories from his father about the war with the Frost Giants, it had taken many lives. 

The sun had begun to set. Synn sighed, knowing her aunt and uncle would want her home soon. 

“You can’t stay out past dusk?” Loki asked when she informed him of the house rule.

“I’m not supposed to be out here alone at night.” Synn shrugged, she didn’t like breaking rules. She had lost track of time before and the disappointed look on her aunt and uncle’s face was all that was needed to make sure she never did it again. 

Loki didn’t want their time together to end. He had enjoyed Synn’s company. The awed attentiveness she paid him was gratifying and he had found her honest and bubbly personality strangely charming. She was oblivious but smart and kind in her own way. She was different from those at the castle who tended to shy away from him. She was not afraid to get close to him or ask him question after question, even if he found that part a bit annoying, the pure curiosity in her eyes was endearing enough to make up for it. The way her nose would scrunch when she giggled at her own jokes or when she treated him like just another kid without fear of repercussions… Well, he wasn’t quite sure how it made him feel, but he knew he didn’t want that feeling to end. 

“Can I meet you here again?” Loki asked, “There is a full moon this weekend, perhaps you could show me the Moonflower?”

“Yes!” Synn exclaimed, “I would like that.” 

She felt excitement build in her chest as she thought of being able to show someone knew her favourite flower, only to have her bubble burst when she remembered her aunt and uncle’s rule.

“But I’m not supposed to be out at night on my own.” Synn hung her head in disappointment. Loki considered this for a moment, coming up with the perfect scheme. Schemes were his specialty after all.

“Well you won’t be alone, will you? I’d be here.” He pointed out.

“That could work” Synn smiled shyly at him. Loki was right, her aunt and uncle had not specified that she had to be with them, simply that she was not supposed to go alone. She would not technically be breaking any rules and her conscience would be clear. 

“I will see you here at sunset?” Loki asked. 

“Yes,” Synn confirmed, “I will see you then.” 

The two children parted ways with a wave, excited at the prospect of spending more time together, though Synn would be lying if she said she was not more excited to see the Moonflowers again. She had enjoyed spending time with Loki, he was a little strange at first but it seemed to her that he hadn’t had much of a chance to be a real kid. She had been taught by her aunt and uncle that children from rich families were often expected to be proper and poised at all times, showing off the best of their family. It left little time to play and enjoy things that Synn took for granted, like playing tag through the Bakery with Asta. From his fancy clothing and access to magic lessons, she assumed he must come from a wealthy home. She was more than happy to teach him how to enjoy his childhood in exchange for showing her magic tricks and allowing her the chance to see her moonflowers bloom.

 Synn ran back home with her gardening toolbox, falling asleep that night as soon as her head hit the pillow, the excitement of the day had exhausted her. 

The day that she was set to meet Loki again went at a horribly sluggish pace. To fill the time Synn and Asta played around the backyard and took breaks to head into the store and talk with their favourite customers. It had been relaxing, yet Synn was still buzzing with excitement. Her family gave her some curious glances but said nothing. Synn’s tendency to have random bursts of energy made her family quite used to her behaviour. 

The girls were tucked into bed as the sun started to set, Astrid and Birger giving them both a kiss on the head before bidding them goodnight. Synn waited, listening closely as her cousin’s breaths became quieter and farther apart. Once her aunt and uncle’s door closed, the sun had completely set.

Synn hopped out of bed, hastily threw her clothes back on, and tip-toes as quiet as a mouse out of the house. While she knew she was technically not breaking the rules, she was pretty sure her aunt and uncle would change them if she was caught, and she was too focused on seeing her moonflowers again to care. 

By the time Synn arrived at the garden, panting from her sprint, Loki was already waiting for her. 

“What took you so long?” He asked, hands on his hips. “I could have been eaten by a wild beast and no one would ever know how valiantly I fought.” He mimed sword fighting with the poise of someone who had more theatre teachings than real-life fighting practice. Yes, he was a spoiled rich kid. Synn would have to take it upon herself to teach him how to relax a little. Still, she let out a breathless laugh at his antics.

“Sneaking out wasn’t easy, you know,” Synn wheezed and bent over to put her hands on her knees. “I got here as quick as I could. The Moonflowers don’t bloom until the full moon hits them anyway so we have some time.”

The two children sat down in front of the Moonflowers, waiting patiently as the moon rose in the sky, slowly casting its soft glow over the garden. Synn nudged Loki to make sure he was paying attention when the flowers started to bloom. Loki looked over at Synn, the anticipation palpable on her face. Her light blonde curls shone in the glow of the moonlight, lighting it up in an almost ethereal way. Her skin looked soft and her eyes a dark grey. Loki watched her for a moment, unable to look away.

“Don’t look at me!” Synn exclaimed, having looked over at him to make sure he was paying attention. She grabbed Loki’s chin and pointed his face at the garden. “Look at the flowers.”

Synn pointed to the flowers as the small pale buds opened up to show off their startlingly white, soft petals that were spotted with blue swirls. The center was a honey yellow, and the moonlight made it look like there were sparkles all throughout it.

“Beautiful,” Loki murmured, looking back at Synn. Her smile was blinding, and Loki found himself unable to think of much else.

“I love how they don’t open up until the light hits them perfectly. It’s like they are holding themselves back so that they can startle you with how beautiful they are all at once,” Synn gushed, still staring at the garden. Loki shook his head lightly, knocking himself out of the thoughts that had enveloped his mind.

“Yes, the flowers, very nice,” Loki said, blushing slightly as his heart hammered in his chest. Synn, being as oblivious as she was, had not noticed. 

She flopped back onto the ground, looking up at the night sky. She sighed deeply and patted the ground next to her, signalling for Loki to lie down as well. Loki did as asked and quickly found a way to distract himself from his earlier feelings. 

“What do you know of the constellations?” Loki asked her.

“Not much,” Synn waved her hand in disinterest, Birger had droned on about the stars, but Synn hadn’t been paying much attention, “Uncle Birger has tried to teach us about them many times, but remembering their positions is so boring.”

Loki chuckled, Synn cutting him off as she continued her train of thought. 

“I can’t stand being bored, I’d much rather be out here, or even baking in the store, at least I get to do stuff. Learning about the names and positions of the constellations and the galaxies they contain has never had much of a pull for me.” 

“My mom taught me stories to help me remember them, perhaps that would be of interest to you?” Loki offered, chuckling at Synn’s exasperation for learning.

“I love stories!” Synn gasped, looking at Loki, her hands pressed together, giving him her best pouty lip and innocent eyes. “Please, please tell them to me.”

“You know I did offer to tell you the stories, you don’t have to beg.” Loki drawled, a grin plastered on his face.

Loki spent the next hour telling Synn about the constellations. Synn oohing and aahing at the right moments to encourage Loki to continue. When Loki came to the end of his stories, the two sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the beautiful, clear, starry sky, and the still blooming flowers at their feet. After a moment Synn spoke up.

“Thank you for telling me those stories, I really enjoyed them.” Synn suddenly felt nervous. While their relationship had gotten off to a rocky start, Synn had found that she enjoyed Loki’s company. Once she had gotten past his rough exterior, he was rather fun to have around.

“Anytime, Synn,” Loki said. She looked over at the boy beside her. His hair and clothes had been slightly ruffled from laying on the ground for so long. She found herself liking that she got to see him like this, he was so put together when they had first met, it was nice to see the kid behind the fancy robes.

“Doyouwanttobemyfriend?” Synn rushed out. She’d never asked someone to be her friend before, there weren’t many other kids her age around, and the ones that were were not ones that she enjoyed hanging out with, outside of a couple of games here and there. Asta was her friend, but that felt different, she was also her family. 

“What?” Loki looked over at her, furrowing his brow. Synn took a deep breath and tried again.

“Do you want to be my friend?” Synn asked, a hopeful look in her eyes. 

“I don’t have any friends.” Loki deadpanned. For a moment Synn’s heart dropped in her chest, she had thought that a rejection of friendship was possible but she had truly believed that Loki had at least moderately enjoyed her company. Loki, seeing the heartbroken look on her face, quickly realized what he had accidentally implied. He propped himself up on his elbow, turning to look down at her, one hand waving off what looked to be tears welling in her eyes. 

“I meant that I don’t have any friends, but I would like one. I would like to be your friend, Synn.” Loki grinned apologetically. He could punch himself he felt so dumb, what happened to his silver tongue? All the charm he had with everyone else dropped away as soon as he was with Synn. He had only known her for a couple of days and already she had taken hold of him and clouded his thoughts with unfamiliar feelings.

“Oh,” Synn said. They both lay there awkwardly for a moment before Synn smiled wide.

“Well I’m glad you accept, you won’t be getting rid of me now. No takesies backsies.” Synn pushed Loki playfully, making him work hard to keep his balance.

“Whatever will I do now that I am in this lifelong binding contract?” Loki rolled his eyes, a smile on his face.

“Deal with it.” Synn stood up, offering Loki her hand. Loki took it and Synn pulled him up before releasing him. 

“I’ll see you next week?” Synn asked. 

“Do I have a choice?” Loki teased. Synn laughed and shook her head. No, he did not.

Loki started to turn away, heading back home, before Synn impulsively rushed in and wrapped her arms around his middle in the most surprising hug he’d ever received. Synn was known for her tight hugs and Loki coughed as the air was squeezed out of him. It was too quick for Loki to react and before he could move or say anything, Synn was running off, but not before shouting back at him.

“Thank you for being my friend!”

Synn didn’t look back, running until she reached the path and then walked the rest of the way home. If she had she would have seen Loki, standing in the opening, with a wide smile covering his face. She was awkward but sweet and Loki had to admit that she had a certain charm to her. She was easy to get along with and Loki found he couldn’t imagine not wanting to be around her, her simple joy giving him a view of life he hadn’t known he needed. 

When Synn arrived home, she opened the door as quietly as possible, tip-toeing across the creaky wooden floor. She was almost in her bedroom, thinking she had made it undetected when a light flicked on in the kitchen. The light lit up the room, illuminating the figure of her aunt sitting at the kitchen table, her face set in disappointment. 

“And where have you been?” Astrid asked, her voice implying that she was well aware of where Synn was. Synn, knowing she wasn’t going to get out of this, gave her aunt her best innocent smile, looking coyly up at her through long, dark lashes.

“Sleepwalking?”

A/N: Synn has ADHD and Dyslexia, thank you for coming to my TedTalk

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