#maybe I'll change my mind in the upcoming days but. for now...yeah...........

[musical-chick-13]

I need to. Take a break. From this.

[pinkydoggy83]

SPOILERS FOR THE DOGMAN BOOKS! HIGHLY ENCOURAGE READING THEM! THEY ARE SO CHARMING!

With that out of the way, I just wanna rant because I picked up the series again. I wanted to read it before watching the upcoming movie. Think of this as a Dog Man appreciation post <3

I stopped reading the series at "Lord of the Fleas" in elementary, so I started my binge read there.

I honestly wish I had never stopped reading so soon because this book is already a banger. I just love the way Petey is slowly accepting Li'l Petey as his son. Even without realizing it, he has grown so attached to his son and cares so much about him. Like, come on, that's hecken sweet.

Not only that, but I wanna mention George and Harold (I also used to read Captain Underpants back in the day). Back then I thought it was cool that it established that they were now fifth graders and were creating Dog Man as their next story after Captain Underpants. Now that I'm older, I feel this fuzzy feeling watching these goofy fifth graders try to be "mature" and in turn try to add some mature themes into Dog Man.

I find that really sweet and amazing! You really don't often see fictional authors of a story grow up like this. The authors themselves are characters. It's one of the most special things about this franchise. I really do appreciate this detail a lot more now. You get to grow up with them…or, I suppose, see them grow up. And in turn you see how the series changes!

The next book has a lot about Petey and Li'l Petey, but I want to cover this Dog Man part before talking about the cats.

Yeah, it's pretty strange to rationally realize that Dog Man is just a normal dude's body with a dog head. So in that way, Dog Man is a bit of an outcast (I can definitely use this for my own character exploration of Dog Man in a hypothetical fanfic). But the words used against Dog Man is"misfit," which I found interesting. Obviously, they are not outcasting him for his looks (that's not the main focus) but how he can't behave like he's expected to.

Dog Man isn't the most perfect hero. He can be clumsy, and his canine instincts can get in the way. It wouldn't be such a problem for him as a dog; however, he's not just a dog. He's a dog with human responsibilities. He's been given expectation ever since becoming Dog Man.

Don't get me started with the whole angst of his owner dying because that's already so much...but you have to realize that he's taking over Knight's job. Which the idea is hecken mind-boggling!

The thing that makes Dog Man overcome these problems is his golden heart. In the end, Dog Man wants to do the right thing and save the day. That's just Dog Man for ya. That's what makes him so much like a dog and a man.

I'm really overreading this all, but I love this idea for Dog Man. It's kinda hard to put it into words, but I hope this all makes sense.

OOOH BOY! This scene actually made me stop and put my phone down.

The sweet, sincere words of Li'l Petey as it sinks into Petey while Grandpa is just breaking stuff in the background. Guys. I wasn't expecting this from Dog Man. I was so shocked reading this part. Like you can see how much Petey loves Li'l Petey but has such a hard time seeing the world like his son does. Which, by the way, is literally his clone, so it's like him arguing with his inner child. That single hug speaks so many words. Petey just wants to protect him.

I love their dynamic so much. You got this old, disheveled cat who became realistic about the world in a sad way, and this young, wide-eyed, optimistic cat who has so much to learn about... but at the same time can teach so much. That's beautiful, man. That's beautiful.

Anyways, there's so much to talk about Dog Man (that's just how fantastic the books are), but I think I'll just end the post here for now. I'm still busy catching up, so maybe I'll share again. I'm just so glad I came back to this series again <3

[nottieln4]

I'll take you on a ride, I'll be your Vixen

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Lando Norris X Oscar Piastri

Word Count: ≈3,2k

Christmas Fluff, Humor, my way to cope with Qatar

Someone keeps hanging up mistletoes around the McLaren hospitality and Lando Norris? He's losing his fucking mind.

read on ao3 oder continue down below. 🫶

I’ll take you for a ride, I’ll be your Vixen 

Think I only want you under my mistletoe

I might change your contact to "Has a huge North Pole"

You said you like my stockings better on the floor

Boy, I've been a bad girl, I guess I'm gettin' coal (no)

Lemme come warm you up, you been out in the snow

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like "ho-ho-ho"

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Someone at McLaren is fucking with Lando Norris and it’s driving him proper mad. They’re in Abu Dhabi currently, last race of the 2024 season. After Qatar, they’re still battling it out for the Constructor’s Championship, honestly, he’d prefer not to talk about the Qatar race altogether. They had flown out for the last stop of the triple-header straight away on Monday morning, arriving about an hour later in Abu Dhabi. 

It started straight away, when Oscar and he had walked into the team’s hospitality on that first day, just some time after lunch break. Lando had been the one to walk in first, opening up the glass door for them both and holding it out for Oscar. Waiting a little for his teammate to catch up, he failed to miss how everyone in the room had gone silent, watching the two of them arrive with curious eyes. Just as Oscar had come to a stop next to him, one of their engineers had cleared his throat. “Guess they caught another pair,” Marie from PR had said, and only then Lando realized something was wrong. Very wrong indeed.

Why? Because hanging above their heads was a mistletoe. Just Lando’s luck, really, to get caught beneath one with his teammate he’s been harbouring a silly crush on ever since the start 2024 season. Listen, maybe he’d spent a little too much time on TikTok. Getting lost in a rabbit hole of Oscar Piastri thirst trap edits had led to someone very interesting revelations. (Max had laughed at him, when he told him about it. Not about having a crush on Oscar, of course, but rather finding out about his apparent bisexuality. “You’re not quite straight, the sky’s blue. Moving on!”) 

Oscar just laughs though, “Yeah, don’t think that’s meant for us, mate,” before dipping through the space left to Lando and strolling into the directions of their driver rooms. Duh, Lando thinks, of course he doesn’t want to kiss you, stupid. Maybe he’s a little flippant for the rest of the day, afterwards. Being flat out rejected like that, hurts more than he’d like to admit even now. 

So, when he walks into the McLaren motorhome on Tuesday and there’s no more evil-green hanging from the ceiling, he thinks he’s safe. They’re only there to review some things for the upcoming days, a meeting about how they’ll be spending the weeks before Christmas at the factory. It’s his fault, really, for assuming it’d be a one-time thing. Like the 2024 season hadn’t been a series of the universe fucking him over. Why not go for it one last time? 

The most embarrassing thing is the fact that their bosses are around this time. Lando, running a little late of course, falls onto the chair next to Oscar, when both Andrea and Zak begin to laugh. “Boys,” Zak wheezes, “I think there’s a little elf working something out for the team,” as he points upwards to the ceiling. Of course, there’s another mistletoe swinging above them, and this time around Lando feels targeted. Whoever put that up knows where Oscar and he like to sit in these debriefs. Who is fucking with them like this?

Lando splutters, “No, mate. That can’t be for us, it’s probably some of the girls playing a prank on their co-workers or something. Aren’t Ava from Marketing and Joseph from strategy dating?” Honestly, he’s not sure they have an Ava from Marketing in the team.

“You’re thinking of Lydia from PR, actually,” Oscar thinks out loud. Yeah, sure. Keep them coming universe, maybe if he takes one more loss this year he’ll just die of embarrassment. Spare them all from having to through this the next year as well. He’s just about to speak up to defend himself when Andrea interrupts, “Well, wherever it might have come from, I’ll have a talk with management, I’m not sure our employee guidelines allow such a thing.” 

Thankfully, they start with the meeting then. Afterwards he thinks he’s fine. Save. Yesterday there’d only been on attack, so surely their mysterious Grinch (Lando refuses to call them an elf, considering they’re putting him through torture) must be done for the day, right?

Wrong. So wrong on every merit. 

The team calls them downstairs for some sort of challenge, the last one they’ll have to film for the year. Just as they’re heading into the cafeteria, there’s giggles breaking out all around the room. Lando doesn’t dare to raise his head for a second, but he knows exactly what they just walked into. He sighs and thinks maybe it’s time to finally give in. “You guys have to kiss now,” Clara from Online Marketing explains, and Lando would like to roll his eyes hard enough for them roll into the back of his head and never return. Thanks, girlie, figured that one out already. 

Oscar’s cheeks are turning into a cherry-red next to him, and he’s starting to look uncomfortable. Curse his weak heart and his darn teammate for making him want to protect the younger from everything bad, burry him in blankets and make him a hot chocolate. Fuck, there’s got to be a way for this mess to stop, right?

“Maybe if we’ll do it, they will stop,” Lando squeezes out quickly, not giving himself a chance to back out. “What!?” The Australian looks even more perplexed at that. Before he can think better of it Lando steps on to his toes, which is just adding insult to injury, and presses a soft kiss to Oscar’s cheek. “There, that should satisfy the Christmas spirits, right?”

The blush starts to make its way up to Oscar’s ears and Lando starts to worry he’ll be fired for sexual harassment of a co-worker. Fuck, he went too far, didn’t he? “I’m so sorry, Osc,” he blurts out then, and he’d really like to sprint back to his driver’s room. Maybe he’ll do that, fuck the PR team and their silly challenges. They can figure something out, maybe act like he’s sick or something along those lines, so Lando starts to make a run for it. 

Doesn’t get far though, considering the tight hold that’s suddenly appeared on his wrist. There’s a smile on Oscar’s face now, and it looks even cuter with the rosy cheeks beneath warm, chocolate brown eyes. “Landers, you’re fine,” Oscar breathes, “Let’s just get through this video and then we can go and head back to the hotel, alright?” 

It’s what they end up doing, the PR team have prepared a collection of different kind of Christmas sweets and pastries from around the world and their task is to make a tier list. They all are pretty mint in Lando’s humble opinion, but he’s got a sweet tooth, really. His teammate is severely less enthusiastic about some of the candy, but he caves in when Lando wants to put them into a higher tier. The power he’s got over Oscar in moments like these, and the soft gaze that’s turned towards him have caused many delusional thoughts in Lando brain. Listen, you can only read ‘Heart-Eyes-Piastri’ so many times about your own teammate before you start believing those things. Lando’s just a silly little guy at the end of the day, with a big, fat, dumb, gay crush. 

Thankfully, on Wednesday they’re both at different sponsor events and off-track, so it’s easy to avoid Oscar. And any mistletoes, too. When they return for media day on Thursday, they make it through most of the day without any incidents. Well, there was that moment in the morning, where Oscar had greeted him and Lando almost spilled the tea in his mug on himself but that he can’t blame that one on anyone else. 

Lando’s on his way back from the press conference when he decides it’s the perfect time to invade Oscar’s space and privacy with his stellar personality and pleasing presence. Maybe he’s also still a little hurt from that penalty. Getting put through the ringer by the press once more had caused a little more hurt. He’s learned it’s best for himself not to be alone with his thoughts on those occasions, and being able to poke at Oscar’s patience a little or tease the younger, until he gets all huffy and cute is usually a great way to improve his mood.

Just being around Oscar is enough most days, really. 

More than half the time, Lando doesn’t even bother knocking anymore, so he just opens the door but before he can waltz into the room, he runs into Oscar’s back. Oscar, who’s busy trying to reach something hanging from the ceiling. No, it screams in Lando’s head. No fucking way. 

“Osco?” He mumbles into the soft material of the McLaren branded polo the other is wearing. Oscar sighs softly before turning around, getting his hands on Lando’s waist and pulling him in close. Resting his cheek on top of Lando’s dark curls, “I don’t think I have to tell you what I’ve been trying to rip from my ceiling for the past ten minutes, do I?” 

“Do you think the team’s filming some kind of prank?” Lando starts to think about his suggestion in greater detail and can’t say he’d put it past the PR department to plan something crazy like that. 

Seems like Oscar agrees with the sentiment, nodding his head in a move that makes his chin graze the top of Lando’s head, “Honestly, I can’t say it’s not something they’d come up with it.” They separate then and Lando helps his teammate to get rid of the offence grass, Oscar putting his arms around the older one more time and lifting him up, so Lando can reach the end of the strands and pull them down. “Well, at least no one was around for that one, right?” The Brit tries to make light of the situation. 

It doesn’t change the fact that the whole ordeal is humiliating and Lando’s starting to believe however might be orchestrating this might be aware of Lando’s feelings for the Australian. That would be a nightmare come true, seriously it’d be first time in his Lando might start to consider changing teams, once the offers flies onto his desk. If it saves his (and Oscar’s) dignity, he’d be able to patch up his papaya-bleeding heart. Eventually, at least. 

The idea comes to him on Friday morning, as he’s chewing on his overnight oats, Jon sitting next to him and munching on a Nutella toast. Modern form of torture, really. Anyways, the idea: Maybe the only way to get through this weekend, is staying away from Oscar. As much as it pains him to do so. He’ll do it to safe the tentative friendship he managed to build with Oscar over the past two years. 

Sadly, it seemed a lot easier in his head. Of course, Lando knows it’s not as easy as simply running out of a room once Oscar walks into it (which he still does of course) but in between practice session they usually like to sit down and debrief a little. Talk about how the car’s feeling beneath them and what set-up changes might work. When Lando dips out of the garage every time the younger dares to step a little closer, and he knows he’s being quite obvious about it. Judging from the disappointing look on both Will and Jon’s faces, which - rude? Mind your own fricking business. 

The hurt in Oscar’s eyes though? That’s a different story altogether and Lando can’t help but feel bad about it. If only the younger could understand he’s doing it for them, not trying to ruin their relationship. Maybe he’s being uncharacteristically optimistic, thinking their friendship could still stand, after the carnation his feelings will bring to it. At the end of the day, he’s only got himself and his wretched heart to blame. 

Turns out all his work has been for nothing, which is just the cherry on top. McLaren is hosting a small Christmas party at the common room Friday evening, it’s nothing compared to the actual celebrations they will hold the days before the Holiday once they’re back in Woking but it’s nice, nonetheless. Lando’s ecstatic about the Christmas pastries and Holiday hits playing in the background every year, mostly because Jon will forget about his diet for around three hours that night. It’s more than he gets on most days, so that enough is reason to celebrate.

He truly tries his best the whole time, erratically crossing the room to find himself in conversation with the person, that just happens to be standing furthest away from a certain Australian racing driver. At first, he’s locked in conversation with Zak about their holiday and break plans, coordinating a day to hit the golf court together. Then, he’s busy catching up with some of the press team, asking Lauren about her kids and their Christmas wishes. Of course, he's also with Andrea for some of the night, and Will joins them too. 

Lando feels like he’s being watched the entire time. And he is, the way Oscar’s gaze follows him around the room makes the older sweat in his ridiculous papaya-coloured Christmas sweater. Oscar seems to be able to read Lando’s thoughts and emotions on most days, so he figures it’s no different today. Much to his own disappointment. 

Eventually, the party fizzles out. Most of the employees biding their goodbye and heading back to their hotels, they still have a qualifying session tomorrow, after all. There’s nothing Lando more desperately hopes for than making up his errors to them all. 

Unfortunately, it also means there’s significantly less of a buffer between him and Oscar. Only so many times Lando can hide between Jon and the wall, without it becoming ridiculous. Once the other driver crosses the room to come up to Lando, Jon in a truly evil act of betrayal, pushes Lando out from behind himself and leaves him there. Left to the wolves, Lando can’t do nothing but wait for Oscar to come to a stop in front of him. 

The unimpressed stare that’s looking down on him (their height difference is less than this, Lando swears to God) makes his stomach flutter. “Hi,” Lando squeaks out. Yeah, that’s it. Play it cool, Lando thinks, he won’t notice anything’s wrong like that. 

“Okay, mate. What’s wrong with you?” Oscar deadpans in reply. Lando would like for this whole fucking-him-over spiel to be over sometime soon. Can he call in sick for work tomorrow? Would Jon kill him? No, probably not. 

Andrea would though and he’s way scarier.

Lando’s stuck thinking about his excuse when they get interrupted by the drawl of Oscar’s performance coach, Kim grinning at them. “Lads?” The older Australian is pointing up towards the ceiling above their heads and Lando might implode right here and there. Fuck over McLaren in the Constructor’s Championship one last time. Going out like the gods intended, maybe.

No fucking way. 

But of course, when Lando raises his head properly there’s another mistletoe hanging between them. Can the aura of a motionless object be menacing? It’s a menacing mistletoe, at least in Lando’s mind. The biggest groan passes his lips. Fine, okay. Someone in the team wants Lando to destroy their teammate dynamics for ever? Let him prove to that person how grave of a mistake they’ve just made.

Without saying another word Lando grabs Oscar’s wrist and drags him along behind himself, powerwalking down the hallways until they reach his driver’s room. There’s McLaren branded hoodies flying all around the floor and Lando only notices now he’s forgotten to turn off his Switch, the Breath of the Wild soundtrack filling in the silence in the room. Rito Village by day, what a damn banger. 

“It’s that what this whole thing has been about? The mistletoes?” Oscar looks properly astonished at the revelation. Like he can’t quite believe Lando’s foolishness. Honestly Lando can’t believe it himself on most days. “Lando, I don’t care about those,” Oscar explains and there’s a smile spreading on his lips. Trust Oscar Piastri to look this cute just before he’s about to shatter Lando Norris’ heart into a thousand pieces.

“I care,” he grumbles turning away from the other. It’s a senseless effort, trying to save the last of his dignity by refusing to look Oscar one more time. “I figured it out, you know? Why they keep appearing around us.”

There’s a confused noise leaving Oscar, “Uh-huh. And why do you think it’s happening?” This is it, the end of it. Lando Norris, November 13th, 1999 – December 6th, 2024, cause of death: embarrassing crush reveal. 

“Whoever’s doing it must know I’ve been harbouring a stupid crush on you for most of the season. I’m sorry, Osc, I didn’t mean to drag you into it. I swear I’ll get them to back off, and then if you uh, want to put some distance between the both of us, I’d understand that too, of course,” the Brit rambles. Still doesn’t dare to turn around to look Oscar, too afraid to face the other’s feelings.

In a twist of fate, Oscar decides to remedy it by himself, grabbing a hold of Lando and turning him around. The expression on Oscar’s face is nothing like Lando expected, a white smile with bunny teeth, a warm flush to his cheeks. “Lando, I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen, keep up please,” he laughs before letting his hands wander to his cheeks. 

Oscar pulls him up and into a soaring kiss. Lando feels like he’s just short-circuited but thankfully his brain reboots quickly and he’s kissing back. They start out quite wholesome, just a gently brushing of lips. Until Lando decides he’s had enough of Christmas cheer and let’s his tongue swipe across Oscar’s lower lip gently. He’s about to take it up a notch, when there’s suddenly cheering and clapping behind them.

They flinch apart in a flash. It’s Jon and Kim, standing in the open doorway with twin smiles on their faces. Those scheming little grinches. “Looks like our plan worked,” Jon hums, clearly pleased with himself. The rage on Lando’s face must be pretty telling, because in the next moment both of their trainers vanish back into the hallways. 

Lando’s just about to run after them, when Oscar grabs him by the waist instead and drags him back, until Lando’s back collides with the other’s chest. Their difference in sizes even more obvious, with the way Oscar’s shoulders embrace his own. “Baby,” Oscar’s whispers into his ear, “I think we have some more making up of lost time to do, before we take care of those two.”

And yeah, that’s – that’s pretty fucking fair. 

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thanks for reading xoxo

[justdaniel-eh]

More AnoVerse Sillies ✨

Hey guys :) guess who has been up to stuff again.

Be ready - massive ramble session coming up on y'all about art, writing, and I have a poll at the end regarding content that some maybe be interested in seeing...?

Been messing around with AnoVerse yet again. No game dev stuff this time though - instead, been hard at work drawing and writing. Yeah I know one day I'll make up my mind on a format for my stuff lol

REDESIGNS 🎨

First thing you might notice about the above doodle - I'm working on redesigning Deejay 😲 oh my goodness !! Finally !! How crazy !! For real though, Deejay needed an update badly. He has been that same design that was once just my online sona for years and while I can't remove what makes him Deejay, I can differentiate him in some ways - especially since Joyscape has claimed the top hat for good !

So, here's a current look at the design that's upcoming ! The one above is more final, but below you can see the initial coloured concept when I was finally getting to closer to it.

He's not insanely different obviously. His hair is more messy with some spikyness to it. His clothes are overall a tad baggier. Pants are now a light brown instead of grey. Blue shirt. Etc etc. Y'all can see it.

The other 3 may get slight changes - but I don't see anyone else needing a major change anytime soon. Ave you can see some slight changes - his skin colour I wanted to lean towards being more red due to his form coming from a red liquid rather than being human. Minister is well... Minister. A tad chunkier maybe, but besides that haha. And a reminder that nothing is final ever lol

WRITING 📗

Oh my goodness !! JustDaniel !! Actually making something that feels final !! Preposterious.

No but for real, I've got some AnoVerse book writing being done. 3 chapters into it and feeling good. Progress has been steady and I'm mostly writing for myself... but. A recent university assignment helped me see more potential in my writing, so I'm curious as to what to do.

This current AnoVerse story I'll release for free when it's done I know that for sure - however I'm curious.

Frankly right now I don't know what I expect doing this poll. My reach here is minimal, 24 people actually following the blog and it's my besties mostly to my knowledge hi besties by the way lmao. But I'd be highly interested in knowing the answers anyway because I'd probably only need about 10 pre-orders to justify it if I did physical books. I've done the research, I know what my pricing would be, etc etc. So y'know yeah. Might be fun to do.

Anyway... that's all from me thanks guys. Been nice to post here again. Will hopefully see you soon lol

Byeee <33

[toon-tales]

I’m not sure if it’s already thing but do you think Poppy would learn that not everyone changes.

Like, what if there would have evil troll that doesn’t have a redemption arc, like maybe a pop troll.

Poppy thought she would help them change but she realized she can’t do that, and learn that not everyone has happiness in Trolls.

What do you think? My apologies if it’s not enough-

I know we had Velvet and Vanner, that one of them changed but other didn’t but they’re not Trolls so yeah, just some thoughts.

Just some thoughts? Anon, these are some of the best thoughts that I'm gladly going to talk about... in analysis form!

Also, I haven't watched any of the series so this is going to be based off the movies

Now, let's take it from the very beginning

Poppy has always known Branch was different, gray, and she's accepted it, though his antics might have annoyed her. And later, much later, it still took him a while to actually open up to her. The thing is, Branch eventually DID change and find the happiness inside him, which, let's say, kind of gave Poppy hope that everyone can change for the better

Now, to the second movie, Twt. Barb. She's what we'll be talking about. Ok, so, in the beginning, all Poppy thought was that Barb wanted the strings for a big party with all the tribes, and she only knew the truth when she saw what Barb did to Symphonyville

You can even see how angry she was at Barb, how she didn't wanna be told she's her best friend

But in the end? Poppy still believed that Barb can change and even threw her her guitar to make her join the party

She helped Barb change for the better, which also added to her beliefs that anyone can change

Moving on to Tbt. I've read a lot of different opinions about Poppy trying to get Branch to reconnect with his brothers, and most of them were that she was still the same old Poppy. And yeah, I agree, but only 50%, though. Like, yeah, she should've understood what Branch has gone through without his brothers, but she also knows how lonely and awful life is without a sibling, so she was trying to help him get better (in her way, yes, but Branch sometimes needs someone to guide him, and I'll be talking about this more in the upcoming Broppy throughout Tbt analysis)

Then later, she leaves the book to Viva, hoping she'll change her mind and join them

Now, here's the thing, Branch and his brothers did not get along as she hoped, but does that mean she lost her faith? Nope, that's Poppy we're talking about. She went to help Branch save Floyd, then ALL his brothers, then Viva JOINED them, then they SANG THE PERFECT FAMILY HARMONY

Things did work out in the end, which, like you should know by now, added to her beliefs that anyone can change for the better

This guy

Now, look, Poppy loved him, obviously, it was clear from the beginning. But the thing is that he literally betrayed them

"At least give him a chance." Poppy still wanted to give him a chance to explain himself, she believed that something was wrong, that he wasn't evil

"I'm selling you out." But he was

You can see how angry Poppy was, and you can't blame her

See how her expression changes from surprise to confusion

But let's rewind a bit, a lot bit, to the first movie

She's looking at him like he's a stranger, like he's not the Creek she knows

Then slowly realizes he is

And I believe this was one of the reasons she went gray

But in the end of the day? Poppy found her colors, she got over it, she sang and danced again, even though Creek seemed like he wasn't going to go good

I just wanted to end with Creek to say this: even though Poppy knew not all people would change, she still gave them a chance, till it got out of hand, then she starts to stand up to them

So, yeah, that's it. Thanks a lot for the nice ask, Anon! Hope you liked it!

As usual, feel free to add or comment on anything!

[softsky-daily]

4/13/2025

Vast and endless blue.

Positive thing: I got lots of things done and maintained a good mood all day.

Sleeping in multiple days in a row really works wonders, truly. I woke up and it was like one of those Disney princess scenes where the birds fly in and there's a breeze in your hair and the sun is shining perfectly. I finally had the time and energy to throw away some boxes that had been clogging up my room, I donated the bags of clothes that had also been sitting for about a month, I bought more soap and rice and got my car washed, I had a fruit tea, it was glorious. Conversation Table went well too. I even doodled stuff since I was in such a good mood. And also because OHSHC is still running circles in my mind, but anyway.

It had been a while since I got my car washed. I've had bad luck where every time I finally have some time to try to go to the car wash, I get there and it's out of order. But today my luck changed and the one nearby was actually working for once, so my poor car finally got some TLC. She's been dusty for a hot minute. I also enjoyed watching all the soap and water dance around my windshield.

Ever since I was little I was fascinated with the soap colors. They're very nostalgic to me now.

I also had fun looking for regular hand soap. Our bathroom is Pochacco themed, and most of our decor is blue, so I try to find soap that matches. As a result I've gotten pretty attached to blue soap. I wandered around Bath and Body Works admiring all the different soap names and scent notes. I always wonder how they come up with them. Some of the notes are straightforward sounding, like flowers or citrus, but other times they throw in a "sapphire opalite" or whatever and a big question mark forms over my head.

In terms of the upcoming week, I need to get a move on with my grad portfolio. It's also my last week of internship, and the last week of normal class. Everything is moving so fast and it doesn't feel real. I feel like I need to start solidifying post-grad plans too. Bwah. Can't I just hibernate and not do anything until it's over... I'll take my diploma and then curl up in bed, thanks.

Oh yeah and internship has been slowly falling apart because of shitty new management, and case in point, the manager messaged me to finish a bunch of progress notes where half of them weren't even designated as my responsibility. And the other half I swear I already did? She doesn't even remember my name or thank me or acknowledge me, and I'm not even getting paid for this, plus it's my last week. So honestly I've been tempted to just figure out the business-appropriate way to say "fuck off until you actually start treating your patients and employees like human beings, also learn my name before you ask me to do anything" and then vibe with our patients and let her flounder. I would feel bad since notes that don't get done end up the other therapists' responsibility, but I already heard they're threatening to quit, so lol. lmao even. The manager can learn the hard way that she needs to get her act together or the turnover rate is going to continue to get worse.

But anyway. Life continues to life. Maybe I was in such a good mood this past weekend because our other roommate was out. And all the background stress went away... sigh. I hate saying that someone's very presence is stress inducing, but it's just the truth at this point. I'll keep holding out hope for a maintained peace one of these days.

[akehoshimystar]

Yuzuru SSR

Rock Heartbeat

Part 1

Yuzuru: ………

The morning of the dress-up event. The first thing that caught my eyes when I arrived at work was……….

Ito: (A mountain of rice balls?)

On the other side, I could vaguely see a happy-looking Kise-san.

Ito: Um... Good morning?

Yuzuru: Oh, Yashiro-san? What are you doing here so early in the morning?

Ito: (It’s not every day that I want to send that sentence right back at him.)

It’s about the additional equipment we were discussing considering last night

I need to make the final decision and do the shopping before the store opens, so I thought I'd come early.

...Kise-san, are you having breakfast here?

Yuzuru: Yes.... To be honest, I was careless and didn't stock enough food in my refrigerator.

I came out early to grab something outside…... But there aren't many restaurants around here where I can dine in.

Ito: That’s why you got a takeout.

Yuzuru: I was planning to finish eating before anyone came, but I guess I took a little too long. Sorry.

As soon as I'm done, I'll start cleaning the floor.

Ito: It’s okay. Please take your time. I'll help you out when I’m done with my task.

Yuzuru: Thank you for your concern. But this is my task.

Ito: (That may be true, but…...)

......Okay. But I'd be happy if I could reduce Kise-san’s burden even a little.

If you need a hand, please don't hesitate to call me.

Yuzuru: Fufu, how reassuring. Thank you. Well, if anything happens, I'll take you up on your offer.

Then, Yashiro-san, if you're in trouble, please let me know right away. “No hesitation", okay?

Ito: …..Yes.

Yuzuru: Well then, to help each other without hesitation…….

Shall we make that promise?

Thus, I made a promise full of kindness with Kise-san.

Ito: (Two of each of these. And then...)

I operated the tablet to check my shopping list in the corner so that I wouldn’t get in the way of Kise-san in the middle of cleaning.

Ito: Oh. I have to ask Yuragi-kun about this.

Yuragi: ………

Ito: (Nice timing…)

Yuragi: Haaa... tch.

Ito: (Hmmm...?)

Part 2

Yuragi: ……

Yuzuru: Oh, Yuragi. Good morning

Despite seeing the displeased Yuragi-kun, Kise-san remained unbothered and greeted him before putting away the mop.

Ito: (..... I think I can still make it if I go shopping a little later.)

(But Yuragi-kun probably have more time right now than during the upcoming preparation...)

(Maybe it’s now or never... Yes, let's ask now.)

I made up my mind and walked over to the bad-tempered Yuragi-kun.

Ito: Yuragi-kun.

Yuragi: What?

Ito: I'd like to check the additional equipment with you, would you mind?

You said you wanted a smaller coat, right? I found the two kinds that seems fairly good, so please pick the one you like.

Yuragi: ………………Does it have to be now?

Ito: No, it’s okay…… I’ll ask again when timing is right for you.

(So now is no good?)

Yuzuru: You have pictures of those coats, right? Can I borrow them?

Ito: Sure?

Yuzuru: Yuragi. You can sit down just like that, but please look at this. Which one do you think is easier to use? There are two sizes.

Ito: (He went straight to the point!)

Yuragi: Does it really have to be now?

Yuzuru: If you decide right now, she can go shopping right away. Can you cooperate a bit?

Yuragi: Eh? Ah... I see….

……..

This one.

Yuzuru: Thank you, let's do our best today.

Make sure you get changed before everyone arrives.

Yuragi: Yeah.

Ito: (Too smooth.)

Ito: As expected from you, thank you.

Yuzuru: Not at all.

...I could tell that Yuragi were being considerate in his own way, but at the same time, it was about to be a waste of time, so I couldn't help but speak up.

He was probably trying to avoid the conversation temporarily so that he wouldn't lose his temper and lash out... You must have been startled, right?

Ito: No. I wasn't surprised at all. I just thought that my idea and his idea of ​​a "good timing" were different.

That’s what I thought at first. But it was a relief to find out what Yuragi-kun was actually thinking.

Yuzuru: Both of your considerations were misaligned. I wish I could have helped sooner.... Sorry for being late.

Ito: No, not at all.

Thanks to you, I can go shopping right away.

Yuzuru: Oh, by the way, would you mind if I tag along?

Part 3

Yuzuru: Sorry to keep you waiting. This should be all on my part.

I looked at the bag Kise-san brought and quickly checked it with the shopping list.

Ito: Yes, they’re all there. Thank you for your help.

Yuzuru: Any problem on your end, Yashiro-san?

Ito: No. Thanks to Kise-san taking on half the responsibility, everything went smoothly.

Not only did you help me deal with Yuragi-kun, but you also helped me with the shopping.

Yuzuru: You’re giving me too much credit. I just happened to notice Yuragi by chance back then.

Not to mention, I had some free time because Yashiro-san kept the floor cleaned yesterday.

I’m not really used to having too much free time on my hand, so I’m glad to be able to be of help.

Ito: (I guess this thoughtfulness is also part of Kise-san's kindness.)

Yuzuru: And most importantly, we just made a promise, didn’t we? "To help each other out."

Ito: !

Remembering the promise we just made, his kindness seemed even more apparent.

Ito: Right now, I'm the only one being helped. So I’m not sure if the spirt of “helping each other out” is there…..

I'll return the favor while I'm at work. At least for the help you have given me today.

I tried not to think about how possible it was for the versatile Kise-san to have a gap I could help filling, and declared….. Then…

Yuzuru: Ah

In that case, I would like to talk to you about something. Can you lend me an ear?

It seems like the bakery there just opened.

Ito: ? The freshly baked bread smells pretty good, doesn’t it?

Yuzuru: Oh, you think so too, Yashiro-san?

Ito: (His eyes are literally sparkling.)

Yuzuru: Actually, I'm getting hungry now.

Ito: Eh?

(Didn't he have breakfast just now...?)

Yuzuru: Sorry, you must be surprised.

To be honest, that was just a warm-up before breakfast.

I mean, yeah, breakfast is breakfast. But that’s like the pre-breakfast before the breakfast.

Ito: (Breakfast before breakfast...?)

Yuzuru: The actual breakfast starts in the second round for me.

The real breakfast. The second time. Pre-breakfast before breakfast. A bunch of words I've never heard before.

Ito: In other words. You eat breakfast twice a day...?

Yuzuru: Yes... How embarrassing.

Ito: They say food is the body's capital so I don't think there's anything to be ashamed of.

Let's head to the bakery.

Yuzuru: I’m glad to hear that. I’m almost at my limit now. It's hard to resist the smell of freshly baked bread after all.

[kasagiggles]

Hi Kasa/Syd!! I hope you're enjoying Fontaine as much as I do!! I'm super excited when I see Childe's appearance in Fontaine! He's my absolute favorite!! If you're available/not busy, I'll be super grateful if you would write a fic with lee childe! With Lyney & Freminet as the lers Probably the traveler asked Childe to help Lyney & Lynette doing the magic show, and during "practice", Childe got stuck in a props (leaving his torso exposed), and Lyney decided to tickle him alongside Freminet who's watching the practice And Lynette & Traveler just watching those brothers tickling the stuck Childe lol (please no foot tickles if possible), If the plot is too specific, feel free to change it. Have a nice dayyyy!! Your fics are truly heartwarming

CUTEEE OMG this is such a good idea !! enjoy <3

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ lee: childe

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ lers: lyney, freminet

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“haha… well.. to be honest, i didn’t think i would be doing such things during my trip to fontaine..” childe chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he read over the details on lyney and lynette’s upcoming magic show.

“i assure you, mr tartaglia, that these stunts are 100% safe to perform, we just need somebody to help us test it before we perform it live.” lyneys inviting and assuring voice was hard to turn down. he stood patiently as the harbinger thought to himself.

“there’s no point wasting our time if he doesn’t know what he wants to do himself, lyney. let’s find somebody else.” lynette suggested, in her usual cold tone.

before the twins could walk away, he stuttered;

“y-yknow what sure! i’ll help out! maybe it could benefit my combat skills in some way…” he muttered the last part under his breath, handing lyney the paper back eagerly. “when do you need me?”

several days had gone by, and today was the day childe had agreed to go in and help the twins by testing out their magic tricks, to childe, it was just something he wanted to get over with. it’s not like he had anything better to do, maybe he could learn something new.

“ah, you’re here!!” lyney cheered at the sight of him, rushing over to greet him properly. “it is my honour to have you here, tartaglia.”

“yeah, it’s no problem.” he said unenthusiastically, “what exactly will i be testing?” his eyes scanned the room, various objects laid around the stage.

“well, my main focus today is going to be that.” childe followed with his eyes as lyney pointed over to a prop in the middle of the stage, what seemed to be some sort of hanging tank, with three holes in the bottom. “there’s just a few things we need to verify, so please, if you don’t mind.” lyney softly guided childe over to the prop. “now, please do not fret, for we assure your safety. please place your head and hands into these holes.”

childe held back a yawn, allowing lyney to lock him in place. it was quite an embarrassing position, he felt defenseless, which was not pleasant. now he stood, with his head and hands both trapped.

“perfect!” lyney exclaimed, walking over to childe. “now please excuse me, i have to get a feel for the proportions of your body. is that alright?” the magician held out his hands, being sure that childe was okay with it beforehand.

“go ahead, do whatever you want to me.” he said, trying not to sound flat. lyney proceeded to grip onto childes hips, feeling around his torso. childe flinched, holding back a grunt.

“are you alright, mr tartaglia? did i hurt you?” lyney asked, which a hint of panic in his voice.

“ahh.. no, you’re fine… just tickled is all.” he continued to hold back giggles of anticipation.

“i see. i’m very sorry but, i must do this for the magic trick, i need to replicate your body to use as a fake..” he said quietly. “i’ll try and go quick! just hang in there!”

before childe could reply, lyneys hands made their way back to his torso, feeling around and gliding across his shirt. now that childe realized the predicament he was in, he felt as if he was suddenly unable to hold in his laughter.

“ha…hahahaha!!” he cackled as lyney guiltily felt his way around childes most ticklish areas. just as his hands reached his ribs, childe let out a not so manly screech.

“i-i’m sorry mr tartaglia, is it really that bad?!” lyney asked frantically, “ah! wait! i have an idea! to make it go by faster, freminet, come help me measure his proportions!”

“okay.. coming..” freminet mumbled, it was almost like lyney was trying to tease childe.

“how much longer is this- AH!” he shrieked again as freminet felt along his arms, now two pairs of hands were mercilessly tickling him all over.

“AHAHAHAH WHAHAT THE HEHELL!” he squirmed, clenching his fists that were inside of the tank.

“i’m sorry! i’m so so sorry, hang in there!” lyney encouraged him.

not being able to move made it tickle so much more. as embarrassing as it was, he couldn’t stop laughing at each gentle touch.

alas, after a minute or so of gentle tickly touches, it was over. childe remained in the tank, catching his breath as lyney jotted down some notes in his book.

“i’m very sorry mr tartaglia for the inconvenience, but your help was just what we needed to perfect this trick.” he headed over to unlock the rank, freeing the tired harbinger.

“ha… no problem.. am i good to go?” he asked, a light blush coated his face.

“of course, thank you and have a goodnight!” and lyney watched as the embarrassed ginger raced out of the room.

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[ashleighalba]

Jeremiah’s Selfish Summer: Me, Myself, and a Little Bit of Belly

*Jeremiah* In a perfect world, I wouldn't have to make this decision but I've never been so sure of anything. I know my mom has been through so much this past year and I would love to spend this summer with her but I have to do what's best for me. I know she’s getting sicker as the days go on and our time together is limited but she’ll never admit how much pain she is in and it kills me that her days are numbered. But I'll see her when summer is over and hey maybe I'll come back for the fourth with my dad so we can all spend time together just like the good old days. I don't know, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic but it just feels right. You saw the way they looked at each other the second she got out of the car you can't tell me it didn't mean anything… I will never stand a chance against him cmon it's Conrad Fisher for God's sake, the golden boy. I don’t think anyone will agree with my decision but this is the first summer I am finally going to put myself first. 

A few days later…

Jeremiah: Hey Mom do you have a second, I've had something on my mind that I wanted to talk to you about.

Susannah: Yeah what's up honey?

Jeremiah: I’ve been thinking a lot about this and I think I want to spend this summer in the city with Dad I know it's not ideal but I figured since I'm going to be a junior this upcoming year it would probably be best if I begin doing things to add to my resume this summer and maybe go to a few football camps to get a headstart.

Susannah: Oh honey, why would you want to waste your summer? Those things will be waiting for you when you get back. You've never cared about those things and moments like these we spend together as a family are so precious, none of it is guaranteed and could be ripped away from you in seconds. I know you have your mind set on this but please think about it, it could be the last summer we get to spend all together. 

Jeremiah:  I know Mom and as difficult it was to make this decision I have to do what is best for me. I'll miss you guys like crazy, but hey I'll see you for the fourth. I already talked it over with Dad and he said he's excited to have someone to keep him company while everyone else is away. I leave first thing tomorrow morning and I just wanted to give you a heads-up.

Susannah:  OK, keep me updated and if you change your mind let me know and I'll make the drive up to go get you right away.

Jeremiah: Thank you for understanding. I love you.

*Jeremiah* It kills me that I had to lie to my mom about something like this because I tell her everything she’s my best friend. But how am I supposed to tell her that I don’t want to spend all summer watching the girl that I thought I would marry and grow old with one day be so madly in love with my older brother? She was supposed to be my girl, she was supposed to be my future wife…

A month and a half later… 

*Jeremiah* This summer has been exactly what I needed. I hope they're all doing well at the beach house. I miss my family a lot but I met a nice girl and I think I’m gonna take her with me to the beach house for the Fourth of July. Her name is Lilly and my dad said it would be okay and it would be nice for her to meet Mom. Being we became official this last week I know it was quick but it’s been a while since I've met someone who gets me the way she does. It's refreshing. 

The Fourth of July… *Arriving at the beach house*

*Jeremiah* I'm excited for everyone to meet Lilly, especially my mom and Laurel gosh I've missed them a lot. This summer had been very refreshing and boy was it nice to not have to think about Belly and Conrad. Oh no, I forgot about Belly, I forgot about her feelings. How is she gonna feel about Lilly? Well, there's not much I can do now we're pulling in… Belly and I lock eyes almost instantly as I get out of the car Belly races towards me and jumps into my arms. I spin her around. Something about her being back in my arms just feels right.  I didn't think I would feel this way, especially since I’m with Lilly now. But there's just something about her beautiful smile, the way her hair frames her face so perfectly, my stomach fills with butterflies when she smiles at me there's just something about her I can't help it, Belly has and will always have a special place in my heart. Oh no, Lilly, I turned back around and helped Lilly out of the car, and as she stepped out of the car the smile on Belly’s face dropped and her face went blank. She asked who was this and I introduced her to everyone. Guys this is Lilly she came to spend the fourth with us this year. 

Belly: Oh that's nice of you to bring a friend. 

Jeremiah: No Belles she's my girlfriend.

Belly: GIRLFRIEND!?!?!

Steven: Nice bro now we can go on double dates with Shyla!

Lilly:  A double date sounds like a lot of fun, it's nice meeting you all Jerimiah has told me a lot about you guys.

Susannah: Here let me help you guys with your bags. Come on Lilly I’ll show you around and where you will be staying with Jerimiah.

Lilly: Sounds good thank you for showing me around, if you don't mind I'm gonna go find Jerimiah.

*Lilly hears Jerimiah and Belly in the living room and peeks around the corner*

Belly: Jere why would you bring her here you know this is supposed to be family only it's time we are supposed to spend all together before our last few weeks of summer, not for your little girlfriend.

Jeremiah: You don't get to do that. You don't get to act like you finally care about me and tell me what to do with my life. You've spent your whole life throwing yourself at Conrad any chance you got and I had to beg for your attention. And now all of a sudden you care about who I’m with and what I'm doing. I don’t wanna hear it.

Belly: What are you talking about? So that’s the reason you chose to leave all summer because of me and Conrad? We are nothing. 

Jeremiah: That's exactly why I left, is that what you wanted to hear? I left because I couldn't stand watching the love of my life throw herself at my older brother.

*Lilly enters the room*

Lilly: She's the love of your life?

Jeremiah: No Lilly it's not like that I didn't mean…

*Lilly takes off *

Belly: Jere I’m sorry 

Jeremiah: Just stop can’t you see you've done enough?

*Jeremiah chases after Lilly*

Jeremiah: Lilly please stop, let me explain.

Lilly: What is there to explain, you promised me you were over her.

Jeremiah: I know and for that, I'm sorry I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was but I guess I’m not. Please understand that my feelings for you are real but I do wish I would have told you about my feelings towards Belly these types of feelings don’t just go away you have to understand that.

Lilly: It's okay I know there's a lot of history between you… She did seem pretty hurt by us maybe you should go see what those feelings were about.

Jeremiah: Thank you for understanding, I hope we can still be friends. I genuinely do care about you.

Lilly: Go on go get her.

*Jeremiah runs off*

Jeremiah: Hey Mom, have you seen Belly anywhere?

Susannah: I think she went to the dock honey why what's up?

Jeremiah: Thanks, I'll explain later.

*Jeremiah sprints to the dock and sees Belly from afar, except there's someone else with her it’s Conrad…*

*Jeremiah* Of course she ran back to him as she always does. Why would I even try? In a perfect world, she would realize I’m the one who truly cares for her, who understands her in a way Conrad never will. But no, she keeps going back to him, like a moth to a flame, blinded by some illusion of love. What does she see in him anyway? He’ll never love her the way I love her. He doesn't know the depths of her soul as I do, the way her laughter dances like the sunlight on water or the way her eyes hold a universe of emotions. Yet she keeps choosing him time and time again, leaving me here to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart. But maybe one day she will realize, maybe one day she will see that I'm the one who truly loves her, the one who would do anything to make her happy. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll finally choose me over him. But when that day comes, and she finally waits, I’ll be gone because my heart can't handle any more hurt, and if she does choose me, who knows how long her love for me will last? I truly hope she finds everything she ever wanted in him. Please take care of her the way I never got the chance to. 

[kanisema-blog]

Love Bet

Chapter 1

As an architect working in a bustling firm, my days are filled with the symphony of blueprints, client meetings, and the occasional office gossip. Today was no different. The morning sun streamed through the tall glass windows of the studio, casting long shadows over our drafting tables as my coworkers chattered excitedly about our upcoming team retreat.

"Our boss just announced it, guys! We're heading to the beach next week!" Claire exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

"A beach getaway sounds perfect right now," Mark chimed in, adjusting his glasses. "I can already taste the seafood!"

Dan leaned over, nudging me playfully. "Jeya, you must be looking forward to it. Finally, a chance to see some abs!"

I chuckled softly, used to their playful banter. "Sure, Dan. I'll keep an eye out for those famous abs."

The conversation shifted, and soon the office buzzed with speculations about who might pair up during the retreat and who would dominate the volleyball court. Amidst the excitement, whispers of office rumors and gossip floated around like colorful kites in the breeze.

"I heard Jenna and Sam are getting really close lately," whispered Sarah, glancing furtively over her shoulder.

Mark leaned in, intrigued. "No way! They've been denying it for months."

Claire joined in with a mischievous grin. "Maybe the beach romance will finally make it official."

As the day wound down, I gathered my things and headed home, the chatter of my coworkers still echoing in my mind. At home, I prepared a simple dinner, washed dishes with deliberate care, and indulged in a long, relaxing bath.

The warm water eased the tension from my shoulders, and as I brushed my teeth and completed my skincare routine, I couldn't help but wonder about the days ahead at the beach. Would the change of scenery bring a new perspective, or simply offer a brief escape from the demands of work?

After settling into bed, I scrolled through messages on my phone, pausing occasionally to reply to friends and family. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing on a distant shore drifted into my thoughts, a gentle reminder of the adventure awaiting us.

The next morning dawned bright and clear, promising the beginning of our beach retreat. I took a refreshing shower, relishing the cool spray against my skin before preparing a hearty breakfast. Packing my suitcase efficiently, I double-checked my essentials and joined my coworkers in the waiting van.

Excitement bubbled within the group as we set off towards our coastal destination. The journey was filled with laughter and anticipation, each passing mile bringing us closer to days filled with sun-kissed activities and shared moments of relaxation.

Arriving at the beach resort, the salty breeze greeted us like an old friend, beckoning us to embrace the carefree spirit of the coastline. Over the next three days, we immersed ourselves in the rhythm of beach life—swimming in crystalline waters, building sandcastles, indulging in fresh seafood, and exploring nearby islands.

Evenings were a symphony of laughter and music, our feet sinking into the sand as we danced under the starlit sky. It was a time of camaraderie and shared experiences, each day weaving new memories into the fabric of our lives.

"I miss these moments," Claire sighed wistfully one evening, her gaze drifting to the horizon. "It's like being in a dream."

Mark nodded in agreement, a nostalgic smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, it's like all our worries disappear when we're here."

As we gathered around a bonfire one night, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows, Dan raised his voice above the gentle roar of the fire. "Remember that time we all got caught in that crazy rainstorm? We were soaked through, but we laughed about it for days!"

[crispyjenkins]

@malcontent-crow

#i love the direction this is going!#i woke up to this treat and now i have to go to work and think about it all day #i an CHEWING on my PHONE#i wasnt expecting mand'alor Obi-Wan but i gotta say he would certainly do the job!#truly chosen by the people to lead#i love the idea that everybody knows about the rebellion that he has caused before he does #also the idea that Qui-Gon and Satine are just stumbling along in his wake and seeing in real time the kind of movement he is inspiring#how Qui-Gon is thinking in terms of the Young for his wartime experience but Obi-Wan is thinking much bigger picture#how does Qui-Gon take the rumor of being a Mand'alor of old reincarnate? which rumor does he hear first?#how many times does he need to hear people say it before it stops sounding like a silly thing these mandos are saying#and it actually gains some traction in his mind? #if the council doesnt think it was a vision does the idea that hes been possessed by some ghost that can no longer stand to see#the direction Mandalore was going in? how frantically is Madam Nu digging through the archives to see if there is any precedent for this#and if Obi-Wan isnt using his saber how is he fighting? has he resorted to guns or did he find a beskad somewhere??#if they are remarking that he is helmet-less does that mean he is wearing armor otherwise? #and i feel like jango would know about this new faction and this upcoming leader and really sits back and says something like#“looks like you have it under control. why do you think you need me?” and justify it to himself that he isnt Mand'alor anymore#he would be still all bitter and unwilling to bend or even consider healing at this point#so hes thinking in terms of what his time as Mand'alor ended up like#and how his last actions as Mand'alor resulted in the deaths of his (entire?) comoany of True Mandalorians #and how quickly does this make Obi-Wan change gears? does he accept that he's the inspiration behind this rebellion#and accept the role of Mand'alor as others are trying to give him?#or does he step back and think maybe he just needs to do something like kill Pre Vizsla to get them moving on the right track without him?

@fearieshadow

#I am screaming#I love this#once the council realizes that mandalorians are calling on obi-wan to be mand’alor#I wonder how they respond#especially since this is already a bizarre situation#and very likely the force around obi wan is probably doing some crazy stuff#how is satine taking this?#she’s definitely not ruling over mandalor after this#the people wouldn’t accept her with another option available besides her and death watch#it’s inevitable that obi wan ends up adopted as mand’alor especially considering mandalorian culture#the question is who succeeds?

hope work was good!! here's more to think about 🧡 (/evil intent)

first! yeah, Obi is wearing his stollen/won-through-combat DW armour (the state of its paint is actually important in how he identifies exactly where in the timeline he is, but i'll explain that in the actual fic), and doesn't use his 'saber so all the Mandalorians aren't clocking him as one of the Jedi the New Mandos hired or whatever; most assume he's already Mando'ad. he still has his 'saber, but it's one he outgrew while on Melida/Daan, so it's even worse now that he's 38 and a high general, so he doesn't use it for that reason as well as to keep his identity a secret. but he's not very well going to leave it behind, so a few of the Mandos he's helped on the way have seen it hidden on his belt or in his things; most assume he killed one of the New Mandalorian's Jedi, but then the idea of reincarnation starts gaining traction and they start to wonder if the 'saber actually belongs to him.

second! oh boy would Qui not be taking that idea well. except for the Chosen One Prophecy of Nonsense, he's very much a Living Force Jedi, and at this point in time hasn't done his whole Force Ghost research or whatever. Maybe in this timeline, it's this that pushes him to look into it in the first place? maybe he only learns the Chosen One Prophecy of Nonsense later in life? so at first, he's sort of rolling his eyes at all these Mandos saying his padawan is a reincarnated warlord, no matter which Mand'alor they think he's incarnating. Then the Tarre Vizsla theory starts picking up more and more and suddenly Qui-Gon isn't so sure. Tarre had been a Jedi, and left the Order to become Mand'alor, maybe Tarre had Fallen, had become a Sith? Sith were known for being obsessed with immortality, were the only example of Force Ghosts in the first place. Oh Stars, has his padawan Fallen? become an unwilling or willing puppet of a Sith ghost? Qui remembers the first thing Satine said to him after Obi-Wan dropped her off, that Obi-Wan had been acting possessed.

when he expresses his concern to the Council, they're skeptical at best. Qui-Gon is somewhat known for his flights of fancy, and is working on the same amount of information that the council is, which is to say: next to none. they tell him to cool his heels, especially since they don't think Qui-Gon has the best idea of what to actually look for in a Fallen Jedi, and has unresolved Xanatos trauma. Qui-Gon gets all bristly about that, because he's fine, and knows his padawan better than anyone. maybe the council had brought Tholme in for this holocall so they'd have a Shadow's perspective on this whole Sith-thing, and Tholme just fuckin. snorts so hard at that it probably hurts and is like "the fuckin healers know your padawan better than you do. We know you're trying, and making good progress, but all things considered, you're not there yet. A Shadow will have a better idea of if he's Fallen or possessed by a Sith artefact or other, and one of his friends would have a better idea if he's acting completely out of character."

"Sound like suggesting you and your padawan go to Mandalore, you do."

"Well, I wouldn't say no."

For now, the council holds off, considering how fraught the system is at the moment, and even undercover, they aren't sure if they should be risking two more Jedi, especially one as reckless as Quinlan would be to try and find Obi-Wan. Madam Nu does indeed bury herself in the Archives, looking into Sith ghosts and possession techniques, but also to see any info they have on Tarre Vizsla and if he might have Fallen or been a Sith. it sounds downright unlikely to her, but the council also just. has no idea what to make of Obi-Wan, so any theory is worth exploring.

Satine is. she is not taking this all well. she'd been trying for so long to sway Obi-Wan to her side, and genuinely thought she could convince him her way was right, but then he suddenly changed, and their "debates" have become Obi-Wan dissecting and tearing down every one of her arguments, when he even takes the time to engage. they'd had maybe two weeks together before Obi-Wan dropped her off with Qui-Gon, and during that time, she'd been forced to realise Obi-Wan was only humouring her before. oh, he's still kind to a fault, giving her more than her share of food, keeping watch so she can sleep, protecting her with a sincere fervency. but now she feels like a child around him, like she can't do anything but try and keep up with him, like he's suddenly been given a purpose outside of her and she. doesn't know how to deal with that.

worse, he's actually killing some of his opponents, where he'd never done that before, even when it had cost them physically, leaving them with injuries or without a clean escape. he isn't killing everyone, or indiscriminately, and he always seems to mourn the ones he does kill, but this shift in his fighting style, too, had felt like it changed at the flip of a switch. before, he'd used shoddy hand-to-hand and hand blasters set to stun. now, he uses rifles and a staff he'd fashioned from a bit of piping (you'll take polearm-wielding obi-wan from my cold dead hands), and also a static dagger Satine had given him early in their acquaintance, that she'd intended him to use for utility (i'll give more backstory for this in the fic, i have some ideas). the dagger is what he'd used to kill the DW patrol they'd been fighting when he first landed back in time. he'd been a good fighter, before, but had still had that ungainly teenage clumsiness, especially with weapons he wasn't used to using (he'd pretended he wasn't as good with blasters as he was, both in shame around Satine, but also because it was connected to Melida/Daan and he wanted to think about literally anything else); now, he's years ahead in skill, and unafraid of confrontation. he avoids it where he can, of course, but only because it's safer for Satine, and Satine clocks this change, knows he's suddenly confident in his martial prowess in a way he just wasn't before.

stumbling along chasing Obi-Wan down with Qui-Gon, Satine feels her control of the system slipping, she sees it happening. she digs her heels in, of course, tries to talk this rebellion out of happening at all, but all it does is make people resent her and her people even more, and eventually Qui-Gon has to tell her to stop, because they are very much at the mercy of people being willing to shelter them, and she's pissing off just about everyone she talks to. it's a bit of a wakeup call for her, and she just sort of. wilts. becomes depressed rather than righteously angry, and wonders if undermining her had always been Obi-Wan's intention. she hopes not. she misses him.

MEANWHILE. meanwhile Jango has basically called himself dar'manda, has said he's no good for Mandalore nor does he want to be good for Mandalore, hasn't he given enough? and Obi-Wan knows he can't make that call for him, for anyone.

Rozatta shows him what little has escaped the Mandalore sector about the rebellion, that won't call themselves True Mandalorians anymore, but are as close as they've come since Jaster Mereel's death a decade before. so much info is kept on lockdown, but Obi-Wan can read between the lines, can track his own progress through Mandalorian space and realise it had followed him like a wave, and. well. hadn't he already decided he was saving Mandalore? hadn't he already dedicated himself to this cause since the moment he woke in the past?

for just a moment, he considers if he can join the rebellion and make someone else that something that they can all follow. can make someone else the face and head of the rebellion. Obi-Wan needs to stay alive to take down the Sith and hopefully prevent the galactic war from ever starting, it would be pretty stupid of him to make himself the face of this insurrection—

but the Mand'alor is chosen by the people. Isn't it in the name? Soul Ruler?

so here's Obi-Wan. sixteen and thirty-eight, stranded on Outland Station with his plan to save Mandalore in shambles, and he takes the time to think about it. what does Mandalore want? and they seem to want their Little Mand'alor, he can feel it in the Force, in the Manda, in the Ka'ra (and all three do feel distinctly different from each other, but i'll get to that in-fic heuheuheu). who is he to deny them that?

he thanks Roz by name though she'd never told him it, steals a different, faster ship, and goes back to Mandalore without Jango but with a Mand'alor all the same, if the people will have him.

and the people will have him.

Qui-Gon had at some point realised Obi-Wan had left the system, which makes even less sense than anything he's done so far. Not only does he not think Obi-Wan would ever leave him behind in danger, but it also just. doesn't track, with everything he'd been doing for Mandalore so far? makes Qui concerned about those Sithly machinations but he's trying to convince himself that he's just trigger-happy about darksider stuff. but what else is he supposed to think?

hyperspace travel is dictated by exactly what you need for the plot, so i say two weeks round trip for obi-wan to get back to Mandalore. the rebellion is only just on its first legs, but Pre is cracking down on insurgence with more and more violent methods, which is only radicalising his dissenters. parts of Jaster's old council and the few close to Jango that weren't on Galidraan (Kal Skirta, Walon Vau, Silas, etc. Will probably not do Mij in any major capacity since I am trying to make this different from Dha Kar'ta, and Myles is definitely dead. will need to make a butt ton of women Mandos hmm) start to form like some actual leadership and oooh now i'm thinking about the tension~ of all these folks that followed Jango worrying about how young the people's new chosen leader is, 'cause fuck they love Jango, and he did keep the Haat'ade going ten years after Jaster's death, but they also know intimately how it ended.

then Obi-Wan tracks them down using a mix of traditional skills and listening to the Manda, and maybe some Ka'ra ghosts if i'm feeling particularly funky, and the group of Mandos I'll be calling the Old Guard have to contend with this little general that looks sixteen, but acts so much older. and Obi-Wan has to contend seeing the faces of many of the trainers of the clones, some he would have given thanks to be the one to take their heads from their shoulders, but they haven't actually committed those sins yet.

and hoooooo boy you know Qui's gonna have some issues when it gets out that Obi-Wan is both back in the system, and also leading the rebellion. he must be having Xanatos flashbacks out the whazoo, but also the Force is feckin singing about it, it wraps around Obi-Wan in truly bizarre but oh so comforting ways, it ebbs and flows with him like he's some sort of gravitational anomaly in the tides of the Force, and he's just so Light that Qui-Gon just. can't believe he's Fallen. but what else is he supposed to think?

the council are rightly horrified, but so so confused by how the Force has been acting lately, especially around Obi-Wan and his future, and they're thinking of kicking Sifo-Dyas off the council purely because he sits in the corner giggling whenever Obi-Wan is brought up.

as for adoption............. i think it'd be funny if he's adopted by a Ka'ra ghost, especially if their clan has died out by now. WHEEZE it'd be SO FUNNY if he's adopted by the ghost of Cassus Fett. like fuckin imagine.

*white-knuckled and grinding teeth* do not start a time travel fic where obi-wan lands near the beginning of his mandalore mission. do not think about him landing mid-battle with a death watch patrol he struggled with by virtue of being sixteen and run ragged, do not think about him freezing mid-attack and being flooded with future memories and satine freaking out and the death watch commando gets a few hits in but then obi-wan unfreezes and fucking obliterates the commandos. do not think about how disturbed satine is, how obi-wan can suddenly move in his stollen death watch armour like he was born in it, how he looks down at his saber like an old friend he no longer gets along with, how he barely looks at satine when he says they’re going back to mandalore to keldabe. crispy im serious dont think about him single-handedly raiding death watch's main holdout in the keldabe ruins and stealing all the info pre vizsla had about galidraan and using it to track down jango and forcing/convincing him to come back to mandalore to end the clan wars crispy im serious you don’t have time to write this stop thinking ab

[hotpinkboots]

Hi!! Mind if I get relationship headcanons of scp 682 with an scp reader? I’d prefer if the reader was also quad (on all fours) and immortal, just so it’s not awkward. I’d also like if the reader and 682 have known eachother for centuries so they’re super inlove <333 and if you don’t mind, maybe some hcs of them having children? Lmk if you don’t want to, that’s totally fine! a̶n̶d̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶t̶e̶d̶/̶i̶m̶p̶l̶i̶c̶a̶t̶i̶v̶e̶ ̶s̶t̶u̶f̶f̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶’̶r̶e̶ ̶o̶k̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ 👀

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~𝕾𝕮𝕻-682 x SCP!Reader Headcanons~

HELP WHY AREN'T THERE ANY 682 GIFS

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GRGEHDEJXJCKDDGRRR YES THIS IS GLORIOUS

MY REACTION WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST:

Note: Reader is shaped like alligator frog lizard too I think and if not then at least on all fours as asked, and are pretty much an evil power couple.

Note 2: There's a lil' bit of heated headcanons ofc 💅

Note 3: Some of the words are black to match 682's theme. I suggest turning on a lighter theme to read.

~Enjoy~

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𝕾𝕮𝕻-682

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~YOU'RE THE ONLY LIFE FORM HE LIKES

~Like. he's stupid and in love with you and refuses to let anyone else see it.

~But the security cameras can see, unfortunately.

~Just pokes you in the side with his snoot to get your attention.

~He's a smug and coy bastard who likes to make dark jokes and tease you. He's rude, but in a "I love you but you're stupid but you're really not stupid and I just don't know how to express my love so I'm gonna call you stupid because I love you so you're stupid" way. like he's tsundere but he's not cruel toward you.

~Y'know he's constantly having people on his ass trying to kill him. He's always fine but you like to fuss over him and mutter about humans being scum 💜

~Would cause an absolute damned RIOT if they tried to find a way to kill YOU.

~Gets angry pretty easily, but sitting beside you and grumbling about whatever he's pissed about while you humor him makes him feel better.

~Gets annoyed if you tease him about how grumpy he is, but he ends up chuckling anyway.

~NOW WHEN THINGS GET ALL HEATED aka he's horny, he's a literal animal. I mean. More than he already is.

~Will definitely try to put on a show for you by showing off his ego and resting his muzzle on your head while he tries to seduce you with dirty talk, badically. How the hell is he so human for being such an animal? No one wants to know, honestly 🤡

~SORRY BUT BREEDING KINK. I know I'm like "oh yeah I don't do smut" SO THIS IS THE ONLY THING I'LL SAY.

~Def gonna give you some babies, and all the bitches working at the facility are trying to stop it because they CANNOT HANDLE ANOTHER LIZARD THING THAT LEGITIMATELY WON'T DIE

~Sucks to be them I guess because it happens anyway.

~Nudges them babies around to play around, like he does with you.

~He is violently protective of you and the little monster babies.

~Plans are made to separate you from each other and to kill the babies.

~Doesn't work. Nope. Absolutely not. Half the personnel people or whatever died that day.

~682 does seem to be a lot happier with you and some kiddos- It's a huge difference from how usually pissed he constantly is everyday of his life. He's still rude and annoyed, obviously, that'll never change. You and the babies are the only life forms he likes at all, and he's terribly in love with you c:

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[taegularities]

Hey there! I will be honest, since after your hiatus, this blog has just been about the current/upcoming stories, which I definitely love 🤍 But something is missing, can't figure out what tho :( Not that interaction has not been along the personal lines too, but I think you too can admit something is there which is missing right? I see you posting about how ask games aren't boosting much around here, and it honestly makes me sad. That is another reason why I am always voting for your polls, sending asks from my different accounts heh. I guess this is also affected by how the connections on this app are breaking apart. I don't see mutuals or other blogs I follow reblog even the littlest thing or comment or be amused much anymore. This makes me want to leave this place too.

Sorry for the vent, this has just been on my mind these days. I'll probably send similar asks to other blogs so that people can god damit see it and if possible, bring k-pop writing blogs back to life.

hey love. i definitely agree that something has changed – idk if it's bc i went on hiatus (for my blog, at least) or if it just happened during that time in general, but a lot of writers and mutuals have been feeling discouraged. lots of them said things feel different now from how they were before. idk what it is either! like 2021, i'd have a lot more fun with ask games, and now i feel like people don't really enjoy them much anymore lol :') maybe we're just busy !!

i'm not complaining about interaction or anything, cos that's been amazing here and everyone's so so sweet. but things definitely feel emptier :/ i still try to queue stuff and support content creators, but even gifs and gfx have decreased, and yeah. i'm not sure if you meant there's something off about me, too, but if you feel that something is, then i'm sorry !! let me know. thank you for being honest 🥺

[yunkiwii]

—i miss you even when you're here—

pairing: bf!seungmin x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff, established relationship

wc: ~2.7k

warnings: feeling of abandonment, loneliness, stress, insecurities

⇢ requested by @leihey ♡ i hope this lives up to your expectations!

summary: for seven days y/n has been feeling lonely as her boyfriend spends all his time either at work or thinking about work.

You turn your alarm off without even looking at it, huffing before reaching your arm to the left side of the bed, and the way it lands straight out into the wrinkled sheets with a muffled sound confirms what you expected but still hoped wouldn't happen today - waking up alone.

For the past week Seungmin would get home late to a long asleep girlfriend at their shared bed, and a plate of cold food on the kitchen table. On the other hand, you would wake to an already empty bed and a faint memory of a forehead kiss, one you wondered if it were real or just a lucid dream.

For seven days you have spent your time either at work or alone at home, carefully thinking what meal would cheer up your boyfriend the most after a long stressful day at JYPE, missing the way he would always cut the onions because he knew you were more sensitive than him to the burning feeling in your eyes and would cry easily, missing how the kitchen always felt so small for the two of you to cook together, his hands constantly on your waist as a way to tell you to "scootch over", not wanting to interrupt his singing to tell you verbally.

For seven days you have been cooking alone, cooking for someone you didn't know would show up in time or not. And whenever he did - he didn't - being his presence merely physical, greeting kisses placed on your cheeks, lips and forehead in a mechanical way, a force of habit. For seven days your kitchen felt too big, too quiet and the onions made you cry more than usual.

At the eighth day you couldn't take it anymore, and when you heard the doorknob of your front door creaking, just as you were setting the table - for two -, you had to take three deep breaths, the words you had organized and planned out started to get mixed up in your brain, creating a mess you couldn't control anymore and so, as soon as you see Seungmin entering the kitchen you can only say three words, "I love you."

"I love you too, silly." he chuckles as his lips peck yours quickly, "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about so desperatly?", he waves his phone, referring to the text you sent him earlier. He didn't look annoyed at you for making him come home earlier than it was usual lately, but he still seemed off, and the bags under his eyes screamed "exhaustion" the same way the marks your tears left on your cheeks did too.

You watch him as he eats, unable to do so too yourself, the lump in your throat growing as you hear Seungmin's muffled voice thanking you for the meal with his mouth full and a light squeeze on your thigh. And you wondered if you were being unfair, if you were being selfish, because he was allowed to be stressed about his work, he was allowed to not be at his best all the time, and it wasn't his fault he had to stay until late at night at work. But it was his fault that he couldn't leave work when he got home, that he couldn't put his phone down and ask how your day was, to just take ten minutes of his day to just be with you, and you only. And you were allowed to miss him, miss his touch, miss the way he held you tightly at the end of the day while you watched the most random tv show together, because it wasn't the show that matter but each other's company.

And, without realizing it, you had already spilled all of this to him before the kitchen dropped dead silent again, and everything went blurry. You couldn't even see his face, not until his hands cupped your cheeks and his thumbs cleaned your tears as you mumbled quietly, "I'm sorry, I- I just miss you."

"But I'm right here (y/n)...", he pulls your chair closer until your knees touch, taking your hand in his while the other lifts your chin so your eyes meet, "Let's go on a date tomorrow, yeah? I'll get off earlier and pick you up. You'll wear that fancy outfit you've had in your wardrobe for ages, and I'll put on a nice suit and tie. What do you say?"

And in the eighth night you went to bed feeling a little warmer inside, his back turned to you didn't hurt as much now that your hand rested on his side and his shirt was worn by you. Knowing - hoping - that tomorrow will be better, you fall deep into dreamland as soon as you shut your eyes.

However, you couldn't help but to feel abandoned again when, hours later, a cold breeze hits your stomach and arms, making you mumble something in your sleep as you try to recover whatever was blocking that breeze before. One of your hands gets a grip of a soft fabric that seems too heavy to pull back down next to you, leaving your sleepy self whining for the owner of said fabric not to leave again.

"I will be back later, don't forget I'll pick you up for dinner. Go back to sleep now, (y/n)."

But how could you forget about dinner with him when, for the last eight days it was all you were longing for, and for the nineth day it was all you could think about?

Said day passed by slower than ever, an illusion caused by the clear anticipation you felt about the upcoming night. Anticipation addressed by your colleagues at work, who wondered what has sent your head into cloud 9 and your right leg into a fidgeting state, unable to stay still.

These same nervous actions continued at home, the funny feeling in your stomach resembling the very first date you had with Seungmin a few years ago, back when you were still a college student and he wasn't as busy as now. The same thoughts you had that day invading your restless mind again, "What if he doesn't like me (anymore)?", "What if he thinks I am (got) boring?", "What if my outfit doesn't fit?".

With that last thought you rush to your bedroom - but not without tripping on the first step of the staircase - to, in desperate clumsy movements, try out the said outfit you've been wanting to wear for so long, the one Seungmin got you for a "special date" months ago, one that never happened. But it did fit, it fitted better than ever and when you saw your reflection in the mirror even you fell in love with the person in front of you, the one doing little swirls with a stupid smile on her face, the person you doubted to be yourself. And, suddenly, you felt like everything would be alright, everything would go back to normal, maybe things would get even better than before, "there is no way he'll fall out of love for me when I look like this" was your first thought.

But he didn't even seem to notice your appearance, he didn't seem to notice you at all, he simply picked you up at the agreed time with a peck on your lips and one single rose in hand. All he did was drive you - in silence - to the fanciest restaurant in town, leave you alone at the table about three times to pick up the phone - "it's from work, I'm sorry" -, pay for both your meals and drive you back home.

And it took him to hear the quiet sobs you so hardly tried to keep in, while laying as far away as possible from him that you had to secure yourself from falling over the edge, to realize what he had been doing to you, to finally figure out how much he has been hurting you. And in that moment his sobs could be heard too. The realisation and guilt hit Seungmin like a truck and he couldn't move. He couldn't believe how he had let his stress and excessive work load affect you too. He couldn't believe he had reached a point to where he brought work home, one thing he had promised you he would never do. And his chest tights up a bit more when he realises you never got mad at him for breaking his promise, and breathing gets difficult when he faces you - your back.

"(Y/N)...", and your stomach drops five feet down at his cracked, low tone, and "I'm so sorry..." was all he could say before bursting into silent tears once more.

However, you were too hurt to face him, and the burn in your eyes increases when you feel the mattress sink behind you before a warm hand rests on your waist, but you don't push him away.

The nineth night was his the turning point, and Seungmin swore to your asleep self - and to himself - that the next morning would mark a new beginning.

And in the first morning you pretended to be asleep when his hand took a few strands of hair off your face, his lips barely touched your skin and his voice broke your heart, "see you later". And you held your breath until the bedroom door closed and stood still until the front door locked. But it took longer today, and in between these two moments you heard noise in the kitchen, and within a few minutes a nice smell made its way into your hiding place, as if it was trying to lure you to give in and face your boyfriend. But not even your grunting stomach stopped you from waiting to hear his car drive off to get up. And when you did, the curiosity took over you. He never cooks in the morning, and he never leaves this late. Something was changing after all.

Hence, in the first night, you shifted your body to face him when he quietly climbed in bed next to you, your left cheek pressed against your hands as a weak smile greeted the tired boy, "I appreciated the breakfast." Nevertheless, you didn't reach out to pinch his cheek the way you used to, though you had the urge to do so when his own lips drew a smile and his eyes got lost in his cheeks.

In the second morning you didn't pretend to be asleep and you didn't wait for the car to leave. In the second morning you sat at the kitchen table with Seungmin and, because he knew it would take you time to go back to him, he didn't force a conversation, he didn't force skinship, he merely held your hand and squeezed it lightly. And you knew he was trying, you knew he would try and wait until you were ready to trust him again, to give him your heart again.

Day by day you would slowly give him little pieces of you, by sharing the most small and insignificant stories of your day, by letting him hold your hand at night, by sharing earpods with him on the couch when you couldn't fall asleep, by letting him try and do all the things he shouldn't have stopped doing in the first place.

But it took you seven days and seven pieces to trust him with your heart again. Therefore, on the seventh day, as the the sunbeams peaked through the poorly closed shutters and reflected on Seungmin's bare shoulders, you couldn't help yourself from admiring him and, for the first time in seven days, you felt warm inside. The butterflies you used to feel the first times you woke up next to him were back, and were more annoying than ever.

You let yourself study all his features attentively, scanning all his perfect imperfections, letting yourself fall for him all over again - not that you think you ever fell out of love, but rather disconnected from it, and him.

He flinched and mumbled confused words, and you couldn't help but to smile and giggle softly at how silly your sleepy, drooling nonense-speaking boyfriend looked. This time, you gave in to the urge of pinching his cheek tenderly as to not wake him up, and you left your hand resting there as your thumb rubbed his soft skin.

As you were feeling your eyes becoming heavy again, your thumb stopped the movement and your hand slid down a bit. Your body relaxing more and more, until a ticklish feeling pulled you back to the "here and now", just to find Seungmin kissing the palm of your hand with his eyes still closed before pulling you closer to him, making you wince and giggle when his warm breath hit your ear and his raspy voice gave you his "good morning's".

He moved his body sloppily, hitting you with his elbow before comfortably positioning half of his body on top of yours, resting his head on the crook of your neck as he held you tightly by your waist, as if he were afraid you would run away.

"I missed you Seungmin, I missed you even when you were here." Your fingers got lost in his messy hair as you spoke, his grip on you grew tighter and you felt the tears peaking in the corner of your eyes. "You hurt me... and I thought about leaving you before you left me first."

For the first time you were letting him know how you truly felt, for the first time you were opening yourself up to him without any ounce of shame or fear. And this was your turning point. This was the moment you both knew you were back, ready to mend all the wrongs and the scattered pieces of your hearts that were left all around the house. "But everyone makes mistakes. And I know you have been trying, and-", Seungmin shifts his body once more, supporting himself with his hands as he is now hovering over you with his eyes locked in yours, a restless look in his face worried about what you would say next, and suddenly you feel shy, "What I mean to say is, I forgive you. I choose to stay and love you even if my mind won't let me believe that you love me back, I will trust you and your actions. So please don't let my mind trick me again, don't give it reasons to doubt your love for me unless you don't feel it anymore."

You pull his hair back waiting for a reaction, leaving your hand to rest behind his neck ready to pull him in for a kiss, the first real kiss in sixteen days. But you wait for what it feels to be an eternity, until he breaks the silence and mends the last piece of your heart when he reassures his love for you and vows to reassure you every single day until the rest of your lives.

And when you finally pull him in he loses balance and falls on top of you, his forehead hits your nose and just like that the house is filled up with laughter again, the onions don't make you cry anymore, the kitchen shrank and the fancy dates became late night movie marathons with you snuggled on Seungmin, or Seungmin snuggled on you, until you were far too tired to walk upstairs, leading to countless nights spent on the tiny couch and countless mornings with complaints about aching bodies but happy souls.

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[aestheticallyholland]

NEVER NOT | THE CONTRACT . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

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NEVER NOT MASTERPOST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"Love is a free contract that begins with a spark and can end the same way." — Isabel Allende

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ANOTHER SCHOOL MORNING and Y/N suddenly jumped from her bed.

She didn't know why her heart was pounding so fast from her chest. She was planning to tell him when her classes are over.

He's the captain of the football team so she knew where he would be after classes.

After a long day of boring classes, the bell rang and she stood up and quickly went to her locker to place her things inside. After she closed her locker, she jumped at the sight of someone that she didn't see for the past few days.

"Aiden. You scared me." Y/N said with her hand on her chest.

"I'm sorry, it's cute when you get scared." He said and she glared at him. Her heart started beating fast like how she felt ever since she had feelings for him.

Here we go again.

"What are you doing here?" She asked.

He scratched the back of his neck before talking. "I just wanted to ask if we can walk home together."

Her heart flutter but then she realized that she needed to see Tom since she will say yes to his deal.

He has a girlfriend, Y/N. Your freaking sister. Get over him.

"I-I'm sorry, Aiden. I have to meet someone after classes. I promised him." Y/N said and shut her mouth after she said 'him'.

"Him?" He asked with confusion in his voice. "Who is this guy-"

"I have to go now, Aiden! Talk to you soon!" Y/N quickly ran before he could even finish asking a question, leaving him dumbfounded. He just watched you run away from him with a confused mind.

Y/N turned to the door going outside where the football field is. You opened the door and the bright light hit her eyes and she squinted them.

As soon as she stepped outside, she went to look for Tom in the field for how many minutes. She went inside the field, fearing that the ball would hit her face and she would faint.

That would be so embarrassing.

She finally spotted Tom with a red helmet on his head. She stood there until he finally looked back and saw Y/N standing there. He smirked under his helmet and told his teammates to time out.

He walked towards Y/N and she lifted her head up when he was near him. He took his helmet off revealing his curly and messy hair.

"Hey, Y/N." He greeted her.

She sighed before she could answer and she felt her heart still beating fast.

You'll probably regret this, Y/N.

"Let's do this." Y/N blurted out and wanted to slap herself for some reason but she remained in front of him.

He grinned and looked away for a while before looking back at her. He suddenly pulled her from her waist and suddenly pressed his lips to hers.

Her eyes widen at the act and he pulled away while she was still dumbfounded. He just smiled, not caring that people saw what happened.

Y/N could feel her cheeks burning up and she realized that they were already starting the act.

"I-I'll wait by the tree," Y/N said awkwardly and walked away almost bumping into a bunch of football guys.

Tom still continued to smile before telling his teammates to resume the game.

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"I still can't believe that you actually agreed to this," Tom said who was sitting in front of Y/N. They were in the same place as they were yesterday with the cherry blossom trees surrounding them.

"Me neither," Y/N answered. "And if we're going to do this, we have to make a contract between us."

"Why would we need that?" Tom asked and leaned back, making himself sit comfortably.

"To make this act successful and make sure we're on the same page," Y/N said as she took out a piece of paper and a pen from her bag.

"Rule number one, no kissing," Y/N said and Tom got confused.

"Didn't we just kiss a while ago?" Tom said.

"Not doing that again, Tom," Y/N said.

"How are we going to let people know that we're together? They're going to be suspicious if I don't touch you." Tom said. Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes.

"Y-you can put your hand on my back pocket," Y/N said.

He looked at her confusingly. "What the hell is that?"

"Sixteen Candles. It's a couple's thing." She answered.

"That sounds like from the 70s." He said.

"From the 80s, actually." She said.

"Alright, fine." He gave up.

"Alright! Rule number two, no secrets between each other. We can never tell anyone about this fake relationship. Or else we'll be dead." Y/N said as she scribbled down the paper.

"Of course, we can't. That would ruin the entire thing." Tom said. "I can go with that."

"What else do you have in mind?" Y/N asked him and looked into his eyes.

He thought of something else and came up with an idea that he never did with Camille.

"I can... I can write you notes. Every day." He said. Y/N just looked at him before answering.

Y/N could feel her heart flutter the moment he said that. "You do that?" Y/N asked him with a soft voice.

"Yeah, but never did that for Camille even though she wants me to," Tom said. "So if I start doing that to you, she will probably freak out."

She placed a hand on her chest and made a flattering expression. "How romantic of you."

"Also, you have to go with me when there are parties, as my plus one," Tom said. "There's an upcoming one this Saturday."

"I don't do parties, Holland," Y/N said.

"Come one. I have to give you notes every day." Tom said.

"Alright, fine," Y/N said and wrote it down on the paper.

"Also, lacrosse games," Tom added.

"And lacrosse games." She said and added it down to the paper.

"Rule number five and the important one. No falling in love, Holland." She said and Tom just chuckled.

"That won't be a problem, Y/L/N." He said.

"And, you have to walk me home. Meaning, every day until this is over." Y/N said.

"Almost all of these rules only came from yours," Tom said and it was Y/N who chuckled this time.

"And that's it!" She said, happily but Tom talked again.

"No, no. Add one more."

She looked at him with confusion. "What?"

"We have to go on a ski trip together," Tom said.

"But that's still a month away. Do you still think we could last a month without getting both of our asses beat up?" Y/N asked.

"If it still continues, then we have to go there," Tom said.

"Alright, deal," Y/N said and wrote it down as the last rule. She signed it since it was a contract and handed it to Tom. She held her hand and Tom chuckled and took and they shook their hands as a form of an agreement.

"Not regretting this, Y/L/N?" Tom asked and Y/N just smiled.

"Probably not, Holland." She answered.

Maybe.

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