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hollytoshaw · 3 months

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paradise | harry lewis

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As the sun dipped toward the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the beach, Y/N and Harry found themselves nestled in the soft sand, their toes buried beneath the grains as they watched the waves roll gently onto the shore.

With a cooler by their side, they cracked open two ice-cold bottles of beer, the crisp fizz echoing the excitement that danced between them. The salty sea breeze carried with it the scent of adventure, mingling with the rich aroma of their drinks as they raised their bottles in a silent toast to the beauty of the moment.

Whilst they took their first sips, a comfortable silence settled over them, broken only by the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the shore. Y/N leaned back against Harry's chest, her head resting against his shoulder as they gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean, the colors of the sunset painting the sky in shades of pink and gold.

With each sip of beer, they shared stories of their past adventures and dreams for the future, their laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the waves. They talked about everything and nothing, lost in the magic of the moment and the undeniable connection that held them together.

As the sky turned from gold to dusky blue, they sat together in companionable silence, savoring the last sips of their drinks as they watched the stars begin to twinkle in the darkening sky. And as the night stretched out before them, filled with the promise of endless possibilities, Y/N and Harry knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be—side by side, sharing a beer on the beach, and falling more deeply in love with each passing moment.

''Doesn't get much better than this,'' Harry said, clinking his bottle towards Y/N, the last remaining bit of beer swaying slightly.

Y/N tipped her bottle towards him, humming in agreement ''Feels like paradise.'' she said.

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duckchu · 7 months

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heyo! i haven’t seen it anywhere, but i suppose the idea is nice, so — may i request perfect dating places for each of the heartsteel boys and alune? and with GN reader, if it’s okay! love yaaaa ty for your works!!

Awww thanks for the kind words

Perfect dating places with the HEARTSTEEL boys + Alune

This turned out shorter than I thought, hope you're satisfied

Kayn

Probably a rooftop of a building on which you're not supposed to be

It just makes him feel so free to be there

Especially with you by his side

He loves the way your eyes light up, watching the city beneath you

Also the sunset looks amazing there

Don't tell anyone but he becomes really romantic when he's there

Or threatens to push you off the edge

Either way he loves it there

Aphelios

His room 100%

He finds it the most comfortable

But if you wanna go out, a calm place like a park

He likes going on walks

And with you there he enjoys it even more

So a park and maybe grabbing something to eat later

Yone

Another house enthusiast

But other than that, he loves going to the outskirts of the town

It's quieter there but also has enough entertainment to keep you from getting bored

Though his perfect date is cooking dinner together and eating it

Ezreal

A club

His favourite part is before you even get there

And that's putting together outfits for you two

Honestly considers sitting in his room and rummaging through his closet the actual date

But loves when you two make eyes turn when you do get to the club

Sett

Anything with you will do

But loves visiting his mom with you

His two favourite people in one place? Heol yeah

Another "good" idea is going to the gym with him

But it ends with you exhausted before you even begin

K'Sante

Anywhere where he can have his peace and quiet

He loves going to the beach at night with you

Looking at the calm sea it makes him feel calm himself

He loves when you lay on him during those nights

It makes him feel so at peace with himself

And makes him realise just how much he loves you

Alune

Anywhere where she can rest from her manager duties

Probably something like an arcade

Loves watching you focused on the game you're playing

Also likes playing 2 player games

The loser has to carry the winners bag around

Also likes just laying down on the couch with you

But it's really easy for her to fall asleep like that

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barcalover86 · 11 months

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You and me, was any of it real?- Pablo Gavi

ANGST

Masterlist

He was still there..After all this time, he was still hoping, praying..looking for you.

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"How long will you stay there, Pablo? It's been hours! You are going to get cold, it's already dark"

"Aurora, leave me alone, ok? It's not your business"

She laughed sarcastically.

"Do I have to remind you that she was also my friend!?"

"No, no, don't talk like that!"

Now he turned to look at her. Angry with tearful eyes.

"Like what?" asked his sister, confused.

"In the past" he said with a sob escaping his mouth.

She sighed.

"You have to except it, hermano. It hurts me as well".

After that, he didn't reply, not like he would have wanted to. He remained silent, looking at the stars, waiting for the sun to come out, again.

There he was alone, standing on the beach, looking at the ocean, hoping for you to come back.

You disappeared weeks ago, no one knowing where you went. You had to go meet Gavi after his game, but since dinner, no one saw you ever again.

People looked for you, hoping to find you. Some say that you died and other that you just ran away with a boy, leaving Gavi alone.

What does Gavi believe? He hopes that you ran away with someone rather than thinking that you don't live anymore. He wanted you to text him and judge him, shout at him, telling him that you don't love him anymore and that you found someone knew.. he just wanted to know something of you. To know that you are still alive.

He would have understood if you didn't love him anymore, he would have let you go.. but the reason you disappeared was so off.

You weren't like that. You were the most sincere person he met, the most sweet girl..his sweet girl ...that wouldn't hurt anyone. Anyone

His was standing on the sand. Now he didn't even know who he was talking to, you or himself.

"We would have fought together. And if you thought that you couldn't do it anymore, I would have waited for you! I would have waited thousands of years and hundreds of lifes. Just so in the end to be with you.."

"I could have endured the fact you love someone else. I could have stayed with you and let you cry in my arms whenever he made you cry. I would have been the one that held the door open for you.. every single time you needed to be home.. I would have let you in"

"And we were supposed to make it work together. You loved me, and I love you... and if you hear me right now, come home. Come home and just..be"

He fell asleep at your favourite place. Your favourite view of life. He stayed there in the cold one day more, hoping that he'll find you somewhere in the stars or see you in the sunset and sunrise.

He cried and cried and cried. Begged you to come back, begged you to be ok. Save, healthy, happy.

"Just let go"

For once, he thought he heard your voice, turning around only to see his sister. She gave him a blanket and covered him before handing him a cup of coffee.

"Sometimes, you just have to let go.. if she was really-"

"Is" he corrected.

She smiled sadly.

"If she is meant to be, she'll come back. She'll eventually come back to you"

"And if not?"

"Then she would be a lesson to you. She made you capable of love. After that, you'll find another that will cover the empty in your heart"

"I don't want another, Rora. I only want my girl"

Tears were all over his face, his eyes red and puffy. Aurora put her hands on his cheeks and calming, saying "why don't you want to expect the loss and heal for the future?"

He stayed silent before talking with a shaky voice.

"Because I think this is the last thing I have of her. Somehow, I don't want to heal, knowing that I'll forget her voice and touch. Healing is like forgetting her and if I do it, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself for it"

I so love angst-

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moremaybank · 2 years

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HATE THE CLUB — j.m

pairing jj maybank x fem!reader

summary after your breakup with jj, you go through the motions as you try to navigate your life with him no longer part of it. (based on the song “hate the club” by kehlani)

warnings angst, alcohol use, language

author’s note lowercase intended. i skipped some parts of the song that didn't go with what i was writing. also, i'm pretty sure this was ass but i'm trying to get back into the groove of things so please bare with me. not proofread.

find the song here!

series ;; jj masterlist

tired of going out, scared i'll run into you

all of these whereabouts, what is a girl to do?

say no to everything i'm invited to

and i can't do that, no

in the wake of her breakup with jj maybank, y/n tried her best to live her life as she normally would, even if she felt like a vital piece of her was missing.

only, it wasn’t as easy as she'd hoped it to be.

everywhere she went, everywhere she turned, she came face to face with memories the two of them had shared over the course of their relationship.

she would go surfing on the beach. but what previously had been a healthy release of pent-up anxiety and stress ultimately transformed into tainted recollections of days soaking up the sun and sand with the blonde-haired boy who still held a strong grasp on her heart.

she could hear his celebratory cheer when she surfed a big wave, could see his bright smile as her gaze landed on the crowd of people in the sand, could see his gorgeous eyes when she looked into the blue of the water.

other times, she would go to their former secret place, a large cliff that overlooked the water from the beach, and the sunset when the time came. she would watch as the pink, orange and purple hues blended into the sky, and she could feel his strong arm slung across her shoulders.

"i'm so damn lucky to be here, watching this gorgeous sunset unfold with the most beautiful girl in the world, here in my arms. so damn lucky to have you," he would whisper.

he'd kiss the back of her shoulder, leaning his chin on top of it as they enjoyed the sights before them, the cool breeze of wind dancing across their sunkissed skin.

it was like he was there with her everywhere she went. his presence was inescapable. and every flashback that entered her mind pierced her heart deeper than the last.

so, sure enough, y/n stopped looking for reasons to leave her house.

her friends would invite her out to dinner, to spend the day out on their boats, and even to run mundane, everyday errands to keep her mind off things.

but it was no use.

even the walk to the mailbox at the end of her driveway felt overwhelming enough, let alone venturing out into town.

and the possibility of seeing him in the flesh only made it more unbearable.

and with the memory of jj clinging onto the places she went, the songs she listened to, the emotions she felt...it was all too much.

losing her favourite boy had her feeling like she didn't know how to live anymore, and it was almost as if she didn't want to.

nothing felt right without him.

i be in the section solo, baby, oh

working on self-control, oh baby, no, oh

finna get antisocial on ya

y/n sat in her room, staring at the message that popped up on her phone.

hey. i know we haven't talked since we ended things, but i haven't seen or heard from you in awhile. you okay?

she blinked. she could never say what she truly wanted to say. what she was dying to say.

no. everything is horrible without you. you promised me that you would never leave me. that you would always be by my side, no matter what. and then you left. did i mean anything to you? was everything you've ever said to me all a lie? were we a lie?

but she knew nothing good would come from saying those things to him. anything he said in response would only scar her even more.

so, she left it. she tossed her phone aside, running a hand through her hair and glancing around her dark bedroom.

she was all by herself. she was alone.

damn, you know i hate the club

but i came 'cause i knew you'd show up

maybe if i drank enough

i'll make my way over to ya (x2)

about a month after the breakup, y/n finally mustered up the courage to attend a party in the cut with her friends.

she might not have been ready to face jj, but she figured she could have a few drinks, and smoke so much that she would forget her name by the end of the night. maybe find an attractive touron to distract herself with. whatever the night handed her, she planned to take.

so there she stood, leaning against a tall and large rock, swirling the drink in her cup aimlessly as she tried to remind herself why she thought that coming to this party would be a good idea.

her eyes tracked the faces of all the party-goers, but all she wanted to see was him. even if it was just a glimpse. just a speck of blonde locks, the scent of weed mixed with his musky cologne, anything.

and that's when she saw him.

he was sitting on a log that rested upon the sand, a hand combing through his messy strands as he stared at the ground before him. he took a swig of the beer in the red solo cup in his hand, gulping it down before his eyes landed on you, across the way.

his eyes gleamed due to the bonfire in front of him. the corners of his lips tipped upwards, that dimple of his that she had traced with her fingers and lips oh so many times, coming through slightly.

for a split second, she thought, maybe i can do this. maybe i can approach him, offer to be friends, start with a clean slate. maybe he'll say yes, and i can still have him in my life, even if i don't have him in the way i want to. maybe it'll be alright.

she prayed the alcohol she had been knocking back all night would give her the strength she needed to face him. she tried taking a few steps in his direction, her heart pounding harshly against her ribs.

she couldn't do it.

the longer she gazed at the small smile playing on his lips, his bright eyes holding the world in them, the hands that had brushed against every part of her bare skin, the more it became painfully clear.

nothing could prepare her to confront him. seeing him alone was more of a hardship than she'd expected.

she dropped her gaze from his.

she wasn't ready.

your homegirl told me you would be here

besides you, ain't no one to see here

"john b mentioned that jj's going tonight. you gonna be okay?"

"yeah...gotta face him some time and get back to my life, right?"

sarah gave her friend a small but warm smile, her hand grabbing y/n's and giving it a gentle squeeze as if to say, don't worry, you got this, and y/n felt a little lighter.

maybe she could do this.

however, as soon as y/n actually laid eyes on that beautiful, truly one-of-a-kind boy, all hope was lost.

all those people, yet the only one that mattered to her was him. but even so, she couldn't take him standing there in the flesh, so close together, yet miles apart all the same.

she fooled herself into believing that laying eyes on him would help her feel a bit of peace. that if she saw him happy, maybe it would make her happy too, knowing he wasn't in the pain that she was. that perhaps, she could actually get out of the funk she was in and stop aimlessly wandering around the outer banks as if she was a ghost.

but she was totally, completely, utterly wrong.

she was forced to look at everything she couldn't have, and it hurt like a bitch.

it's a saturday, shopping in LA

yeah, that's your shit

on the second floor with your pants down low hanging off your hips

back when they were together, in lieu of saturday night parties, jj and y/n would stay in. they'd compile a list of movies to watch, order more food than the two of them could stomach, cuddle up on the couch under a thick blanket and simply enjoy the time they had together.

loving caresses against one's back, kisses placed on top of one's head, hands clasping together and playing with the other's fingers. drinking in the familiar scent of the other's skin, the audible beat of their hearts pumping blood throughout their bodies. just drowning in each other and enjoying each other's company. it was their favourite way to spend time together.

"let's get married."

"...what? you can't be serious."

"i am. i love you, y/n. you're the love of my life. people spend years, even decades searching for the person that makes them glad to be alive. the one that excites them, and pushes them to be their best selves. the one that they want to spend the rest of their lives loving, and cherishing. that's who you are to me. i could spend the rest of my life loving you if you'd let me. so let me."

after all that, he still threw away everything they had, and now, saturdays consisted of reminiscing on what could have been.

i walked out the section solo, baby, oh

lost all my self-control, oh baby, oh, oh

you wanna get antisocial, baby?

we could head home, baby

y/n felt tears pricking at her eyes as she stood on the shore, the tide coming in and soaking her toes every so often. her pride told her not to cry, not to let people, and most of all, jj, see just how broken up she was about things.

it was a valiant first effort. she got up, she got out of the house, and she tried. that's what counted. that's all that mattered.

progress, ladies, gentlemen, and non-binary friends. progress.

so, she let herself give in to her wishes and started on the journey home.

she passed jj as she left the party, their eyes locking for a brief moment, and she wondered if he could hear the thoughts inside of her head. follow me. talk to me. look at me long enough to see that i'm hurting, to see that i need you, to see that i can't do this without you.

but alas, one cannot always get what one wants, no matter how badly one wants it.

say you miss me, well, i need proof

i came all this way to see you

every word you say is see-through

you be lying, baby, me too

the minute y/n stepped into her bedroom, she heard her phone ping. she sighed, reading the message that had come through.

i want you. i miss you. i need you.

y/n almost wanted to laugh. she also wanted to bawl her eyes out.

she dragged herself to a party so she could see him with her own two eyes. so she could talk to him. she longed for closure, anything to stop her from feeling as horrible as she had been since jj left her. but he didn't do anything. he didn't try to ease her pain, he didn't make an effort to talk to her, hell, it was as if she didn't exist.

she typed out a reply, the words on the screen breaking her heart but setting her free all the same.

i don't belong to you anymore. you can't have me.

sure it might have been a lie. it might have been the exact opposite of how she felt deep down inside, but it didn't matter anymore.

she waited for his reply, watching the three dots bounce on the screen as he searched for something to say, only to watch the dots disappear.

he didn't say anything, so she wouldn't say anything either.

#it was good until it wasn’t series ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #obx #outer banks #outer banks imagine

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phantomenby · 2 years

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Lightning bug

Anonymous asked:

hiii! i was wondering how would the lost boys react to reader with stretch marks? like on her thigh, arms, legs, stomach, and butt? it’s been bothering me really and for my fam to point out my scars are really…

Ofc u can beautiful <3

"Are you sure you should be wearing that dear?"

You looked down at your chosen outfit with a frown, hearing the condescending tone from your father as he glanced at you with a grimace.

It was nice, the clothing soft and fitting you well.

Admittedly it showed more than you would have liked, but you wanted to enjoy your summer without your family putting you down about things out of your control.

Puberty was normal of course, and it wasn't uncommon to see the small silver and purple lines dragging along the curves of your body.

It wasn't like you could help it.

Still, you were ready to go and had no desire to go back to your room and find something your parents would be satisfied with.

Clearly unhappy with your decision your mother all but ignored you the majority of the drive down to the beach, only noting how there were a few clothing stalls as you reached the parking lot.

You knew what she was hinting at.

Go buy a cover-up last minute, we understand sweetie, bodies like yours aren't meant to be seen.

It was dumb and gross. But you were an adult now and more than used to their comments, you had survived high school and college, after all, your parents had nothing on the bullies there.

When you arrived it was hot, hotter than you were used to in Santa Carla but you loved the way it warmed your skin, and slushies hit so much better when it was roasting hot.

It was only three PM, the sun would be up til eight so you had plenty of time to relax until your boys came round.

You just had to survive your parents is all.

When the great ball of fire in the sky started making its way down your mind started to fully relax, just another hour.

Just one more long, long hour.

Your parents had driven home for dinner already, and so you were treating yourself to something sweet.

The moment the cherry ice cream hit your tongue you were all but moaning in delight, prancing down the seafront as you gazed out into the ocean.

This was your favourite part. Sunset.

Almost every night of your life had been spent watching night arrive in your sweet hometown, you doubted you would ever grow sick of the way the soft blue of the day became golden, turning into a fiery orange before lavender, melting into a deep blue as the night went on.

Throughout your musing you hadn't noticed the figure sneaking up beside you, long hair tousled from the flight over, and a rather devious grin on their face.

Two strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you to a firm chest with a yelp.

"Marko!"

He simply laughed, pressing his lips to your shoulder and rubbing his hands along your hips, "think you can walk 'round like this and not expect one of us to get you, hun?"

Blushing you pulled away until you met his eyes, watching him study you curiously.

"What's wrong?"

You tried looking away but his hand met your chin and pulled your face towards him, refusing to break eye contact until you spoke.

"I-it's just my mother-" he cut you off with a growl, bringing you back to his chest and placing his hand at the back of your head, tugging your hair so he could bury his nose in your neck.

You knew what he would say, though he had started giving up on repeating himself after so long, getting sick of the things you were told about yourself.

"This time?" His tone was agitated, not at you though, humming you thought on what to say. Today hadn't been easy but there was no way to sugar coat it.

"Just-" you brought your hand up to rub the back of his neck, soothingly, "just my marks and well I'm showing more skin than usual-"

He cut you off with a kiss, pressing his lips to yours angrily as his hands went to the soft flesh of your upper thighs, squeezing possessively.

"They're stupid, I'll kill them-"

"N-no! No you wont!" shoving him bak with all your strength you gave him a warning look, "they're still my parents, assholes or not."

Rolling his eyes he lifted you over his shoulder, giving your ass a swat as you kicked your legs against his hip.

"Whatever puppy, let's go find the others."

He carried you all the way to the other end of the beach, past where the light touched until you reached a large bonfire where your other boys were sat around.

All three of them laughed when you arrived, watching Marko spin so you could face them.

David walked up to you, pinching your cheek and pulling you to him when Marko let you down.

"Been playing nice you two?" You batted his hands away, moving out of his arms and cosying up to Paul who was waiting for you with open arms.

His hands wrapped around you, an arm under your thigh and another around your back, keeping you flush against him.

His nose found your hair as he breathed you in, the coldness of his breath tickling you as he whispered in your ear, "y'know we don't care, love, about all those little things."

You nodded looking up at him with shiny eyes, basking in the feel of his long fingers tracing the grooves on your thighs.

"You're ours little dove, marks, moles, and bumps are nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful my little lightning bug."

He pulled you closer, pressing his lips to yours and kissing away your fears, reminding you of their love for you. Bumps, scars and all.

#tlb #the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader #marko the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys fic #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #marko tlb #the lost boys 1987

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verndusk · 11 months

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OKAY, i gave up on the group photo so I'm just gonna introduce them here - the clone boys are first then I'll introduce the Jedi seperately! All you need to know is that the Jedi's name is Shoga Ki, who is a togruta, and her human padawan is called Towa! Without further ado! I introduce the Tsunami Squad!

Descriptions below!:

Sergeant Twilight | CT-2472

Twilight is the "Leader" of the Tsunami Squad. He is the most experienced out of all of them, barely just passing Spire in the amount of sucessful missions. He is thoughtful and quite internal, though he can be firm and a little cold emotionally. Shoga, their Jedi, took a liking to his squad especially after seeing their potential and how unique each one of them was. He's quite practical, and hardworking - sometimes a little clinical and doesn't like breaking nor bending the rules (though he doesn't get much say about then when the Jedi is around). He appreciates whenever the Jedi can be honest with him, and not put on an optimistic face for the rest of the squad.

Twilight's face markings were hand painted by him to resemble Shoga's out of respect (he asked for permission first, of course). All of the armour for the 298th was handpainted by the clones, or Shoga and Towa themselves, including Twilight's! Their default colours were the pale red, but the blue and yellow were added on, as well as the designs.

Twilight is always a little worried about his squad, whether it's how much sleep Mir is getting, or if Tide is getting along with everyone else. He keeps a notepad of how each one of the squad is progressing and what they need to work on next. He swears it is NOT a diary!

Spire | CT-6741

Spire is the medic of the squad and a close confidant of Twilight. They've been together for as long as the can remember, and is always by his side. He can be a little oblivious sometimes, but Twilight is always there to remind him of important things. The two had argued plenty of times before, but it's nothing that they couldn't resolve over a drink or two.

He appreciates Shoga a lot as a Jedi, and is weirdly very enthusiastic about the whole beach and ocean theme they have going on. Like Shoga, he loves oceans and if he wasn't a clone - he'd probably be relaxing on a nice sandy beach somewhere. He enjoys a good sunset, and can find a way to feel relaxed in the most tense situations.

Stasis | CT-3455

Stasis isn't the chattiest, perferring much more to listen than talk, and most other clones are quite intimdated by him. Fortunately, the Tsunami squad knows him better than that, he's actually quite soft on the inside. If he wasn't made to wear clone armour, he'd be wearing chunky sweaters and reading a book somewhere around a cozy fireplace. Despite his personality behing quite internal, he's the most likely to disobey an order, especially without telling anyone what he's planning first. It… usually works out well enough though! It has led to multiple arguments between him and Twilight, but they've all been interrupted by the other clones as they congratulate Stasis for helping them get the job done.

He's the lead explosives expert for the squad, Beetle and Shell being his back-up, and he's fluent in Shyriiwook!

Beetle | CT-2112

Beetle is sociable, witty, and charismatic. His favourite part of being deployed on different planets is exploring their local fauna and learning more about insects. He's not the biggest fan or reptillian or mammal creatures, but goes wild over anything with an exo-skeleton.

Despite his nickname, beetles are not his favourite insect, he much prefers the 「butterfly-like」 species. Those that eat as much as possible before pupating and becoming a different form. He took this as a philosophy for himself, always striving to learn as much as possible to undergo a metamorphosis of character and become a better soldier. He keeps this to himself mostly, but sometimes talks about philosophy with Shoga, and likes to help Towa with her fear of spiders and insects.

Tide | CT-8333

Tide is the youngest clone in the squad, he still has a spark in his eye that the others have lost long ago. He is… a little annoying to the others, but they still treat him well. Ripple especially took a liking to him, in a friendly big-brother kind of way, with lighthearted bullying to pair with it. He treats the padawan, Towa, like a younger sister - redirecting the bullying he gets from Ripple onto her. She acts like she hates him, but she actually enjoys his company - as she doesn't feel like she quite belongs with all the old people around.

Mir | CT-8212

Nickname coming from 「Mi-mir」, because he is a sleepy boy. Please let this clone take a nap, he really needs it. 2nd best sniper, and enjoys a good coffee or energising drink. He often walks around the bunk with a blanket on him, as he tries to sleep whenever he can. However, he usually gets only around 3-4 hours a day when not out in the field, and when lucky. Twilight is worried about his sleeping habits and often makes him to go medical just in case they can find what's up with him, but he's somehow pretty healthy. The others rotate on 「Carry Mir to his bunk」 duty, with Shell being happy to do so most often. They joke that he should have an energy drink dispenser attatched to his helmet.

Apart from that, Mir enjoys the company of his squad, maybe apart from Stasis - as his silence often makes him uncomfortable. Mir favours having some white noise when resting.

Ripple | CT-6714

Ripple is tough and rough, he thinks his scar is really cool and always makes up a different story on how he got it. No one but Shell knows the true story, that he got it during his cadet days after failing to disarm a live explosive. He looks quite intimidating because of the scar and partial loss of vision in his eye because of it, but he can be quite genuine and gives out good advice. "Don't play around with live explosives." Younglings and young padawans are especially susceptible to his games, but Towa knew better and immediately caught onto his lying about the scars - they hang out often as a trio with Tide.

Senn | CT-2414

Senn is shy and reserved, he's one of the newest additions to the squad, along with Tide. He's quite sensible, and overall a little big of a pathetic man (saying this with the most affection possible). He's the main sniper of the lot, with Mir being 2nd best. They hang out together often and exchange sniping tips when Mir isn't sleeping. He likes sniping from high up, and is always trying to find the best hiding spots when entering a new area. He's a little sensitive, and getting the tattoo was an absolute nightmare for him, but he's glad he got it - and likes to maintain a good hygiene routine to keep it looking as good as possible (to avoid touch-ups!). The tattoo on his head is representative of an ash angel bird. He likes to make lists and categorising things, often helping Twilight and Shoga with journalling or note-taking.

Shell | CT-5311

Shell is a loud and boisterous clone, even more so than Ripple. He joined Tsunami Squad after he recevied his scar, which was caused by him being attacked by a creature during a mission. He doesn't talk about the incident much, and prefers to keep the helmet on most of the time.

He likes to spend a lot of his free time at the 79's with Stasis, Senn, and Beetle - but often goes by himself too, it's one of the only places where he doesn't feel understimulated. When not out, he needs to keep himself occupied otherwise he gets grouchy, there's a large collection of puzzles on his bunk that he plays with before and after sleeping. He likes Shoga's attitude, as she is capable of keeping up with him in terms of energy - but knows his boundaries and limits when it comes to Towa, the padawan.

#my art #star wars #clone oc #clone wars oc #star wars oc #I WOULD DIE FOR ALL OF THEM BUT BEETLE ESPECIALLY #giving them all smoochies before i sent them onto artfight #also if anyone has clone oc and is on artfight (preferrably in team werewolf but vampire ok too) LEMME KNOW

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hey :) I thought that maybe I'll share the idea that I had with you, as I know that you like the ones about holidays with Jude :)

so imagine this... Jude goes on very long and awaited holidays to Greece with his parents, Jobe and his and their friends, so they have a pretty big meeting as they all want to catch up together after another year full of work. they all want to relax, but also have some fun and go out somewhere in the evening, so they decide together to go to this small village near the coast, full of white houses, lemon, orange and olive trees, beautiful dust pink flowers, dark blue paintings on the fences and cats on each step. when they arrive here, the atmosphere and the views are just breathtaking and beautiful. people are smiling, everyone is commuting on a scooter, there are kids everywhere playing football on the streets and everything seems like out of a different, but perfect world. at first Jude is quite moody and sad, because he still can’t get over the lost title, but during one of the first evenings here, he quickly finds something, or rather someone, that now keeps his head full of thoughts and daydreams.

the whole group wanted to eat out and try some local goods and the Greek cuisine and everyone in the village they have asked, has recommended them this one particular restaurant. the one near the beach, with the perfect view on the sunset, with a pretty garden and which the building is made of white stone. the owners are a Greek old couple. so they decided to give it a go and went there. and obviously everyone was mesmerized by the place. it was just like everyone has described or even more perfect. but Jude’s attention was caught by some other beauty. a certain girl. who's grandparents were the owners. every summer she came back from England, where she lived with her parents, to help the old couple. she, as a waitress of course, came to their table and as everyone has made their order it was Jude’s turn. but of course he didn’t know that, as he was occupied watching the girl in the white long sundress, with tons of freckles and such beautiful eyes as she was standing in front of him. he was shyly admiring her. and when Jobe has finally snap him out of his daydream, he couldn’t help himself, but blush. and just like that, he has asked her what can she recommend him and she didn’t really know what to say, so she has told him about her favourite dish, that her grandma makes the best, smiling shyly at him as no other boy has ever been interested into her. and so he ordered it. and what was magical about it, was that they seemed to have zoned out as they were talking, completely forgetting about the world and people surrounding them. and his parents just observed their son smiling at the eachother, knowing that he's in deep.

when everyone has finished eating and it was time to go, Jude thought that it couldn’t end just like this and he wanted to see the girl again as he was going to spend some time in Greece. so he excused himself and said that he'll quickly go to the toilet, but his parents knew hat something or actually someone was on his mind, so they didn't even bother stoping him. and so the boy went looking for his girl. kind of shy, a small smile on his face. and then he found her. sitting in the garden. just as if she was waiting for him. and so he went to her trying to calm his nerves. and suddenly he saw a pretty flower in front of his feet. and so he picked it up thinking about something romantic. and when he was next to her, she looked up and smiling shyly at the pretty boy with those mesmerizing eyes in the shade of coffee. and then the flower that he had in his hand, was put behind her ear, as he slowly traced her hair, putting it out of her face. then he has given her the napkin with his number scribbled on with a pen that was given next to the receipt. and she still didn't say anything. just smiled again at him and kissed his cheek as she left. and because of it he was left even more mushy inside, wanting to know her so badly. and what they didn’t know was that the girl's grandparents were watching them, getting emotional as they have started their relationship the same way, at the same age.

and so the girl and Jude have met together since that day. he has even bought her a beautiful gold necklace with the first letter of his name and the evil eye stone, that Greeks believe is meant to protect them. they have gone on the long rides on a scooter, they have gone on the quiet, empty beaches and went skinny dipping, they have slept in the sun and collected the shells, they have gone on long walks and have eaten the oranges from the trees that grow freely near the beach. and their favourite part of the day was coming, when after a day full of adventures, they have gone together, hand in hand into her grandma's kitchen to get their tummies full of good food. as her grandma has taught her how to cook, she has cooked for her boy and taught him how to do it as well. but it has taken so much time, because they couldn't get enough of eachother's lips and kisses. and when they have actually managed to do something, she sat on his legs and fed im. and after that they went upstairs to her room. they got all soft and showered together. their bodies close, still warm from the sun, wrapped into eachother, nuzzling noses, wishing it could never end. and then they both layed naked in the bed, staring into eachother's eyes, as they have just made the softest love to eachother. the most intimate barriers no longer existing between them, as they knew achother's bodies so well. he has wished that she'll be his forever and she has wished the same. that he'll be hers forever. that they'll get to spend every morning together, bodies cuddled together. and maybe they'll get to share their future and love with someone else. the little creatures in the future that they have both already imagined. and that's why, on their last day, he comes with a ring that he has bought and promises her that they'll be together forever, no matter what and they'll find a way out... 🥺

it turned out very long, but maybe someone would like to turn it into something even longer... but most importantly, I hope that you liked it :)

PS. it’s quite funny, because I'm actually going to Greece this year 🤭

ong this is so cute and like the perfect little meet cute i love summer romances sooooo mych and i think he wld be the perfect one

#hey jude :)

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cryinginsidebecauseofbrutasha · 1 year

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Day 10: AU - Library

Peter stared at the three dots doing the wave. He was waiting on MJ to answer his text.

They’d been dating for a while now, since they were sixteen, and now it was their last month at MIT. Finals were done a week or so ago.

It was taking MJ an amazingly long amount of time to type out her text. It was understandable, since it was six in the morning and Peter was only up because he was so excited about the prospect about today.

His phone pinged and shook him from his reverie. Peter grinned as he read her answer.

MJ: Sure. I’ll meet you in the library at 9ish? I need to catch up on some stuff.

Peter thumbed in his answer. Okay see youu.

He watched the ‘delivered’ part of the message turn into a ‘read’ and he turned off his phone and flopped back onto his bed. A sudden need to phone a friend seized him.

Peter waited patiently as he called the princess of Wakanda.

“My favourite white boy!” Shuri greeted him cheerfully. “What is up, Parker?”

Peter smiled. “Uh, remember the thing I was talking to you about last week? About MJ?”

“Oh my–” Shuri gasped. “You’re serious? You’re going to do it?”

“Today,” Peter confirmed. “Hopefully.” He checked his watch. “In about three hours.”

“You’re not doing it at sunset?” The princess asked. “It’s more romantic like that!”

He sighed. “Yeah, but the library at sunset is usually full–”

“You’re doing it at the library?!”

Peter chewed on his lip. “Why, is that bad?” When he got no reply, he continued. “I’ve got it all planned out. I grab us coffee, we have a bit of time to ourselves since nobody’s usually in the library at 9 in the morning after exam week on a Sunday. We have a snack. I bring up partners and Dr. Banner and Ms. Romanoff and other various married couples we know and admire and then she laughs and calls me an idiot and I ask her–”

“Peter!” Shuri’s voice startled him out of his rambling. “Do you have your ring?”

He jumped to his desk and opened the drawer. Peter opened the little box and looked inside. “Yep. A momento from Venice, June 2024. It’s going to be awesome.”

Shuri sighed. “Well, at least you’re semi-prepared. Good luck, Parker.”

“Thank you.” Peter smiled and hung up. He suddenly frowned and called Dr. Banner.

The line picked up after two rings and his idol picked up the phone. “Peter?” the scientist asked.

“Dr. Banner! I’m glad you picked up.” Peter hopped onto the ceiling and started pacing. “I’m going to propose to MJ and I need your advice.”

He could hear the scientist sigh. “Peter, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you and MJ.” Dr. Banner sounded tired. “So what did you need help with?”

Peter paced harder, scratching his head. “Uh. I’m not sure. I–” he ran a hand through his hair. “How did you propose to Ms. Romanoff?”

Dr. Banner laughed. “I stumbled. A lot. And that’s quite an understatement.” He sighed. “Well, it was just a little while after I met her family back in… late September, 2016? Yeah. I proposed in late spring of the next year. It was a nighttime picnic on the beach. Floating candles on the waves. Stars were out. It had her favourite food, favourite flowers. I wore that shirt she keeps trying to take off. Told her, this is it. We’ve officially gotten through two years without dying, without killing each other, without getting arrested, running away, being declared public enemy number 1 again. Told her I loved her more than anything, that I was hers for the rest of the time she’d like me to be, and I asked her.” He chuckled. “And by some miracle, she said yes. And now we’ll be celebrating, what, 12 years in December.”

Peter paused. “Wow. You guys’ve been married for a long time.”

Dr. Banner laughed again. “Yeah. Sometimes it’s hard to imagine. But then again, we’ve known you and MJ since the end of your eighth grade, and we’ve also bet that you guys would get married since you asked us how to ask someone out properly.” He sighed. “You’ve come a long way, Peter.”

Peter stood on his ceiling, half-speechless. “Thank you, sir,” he managed. “Thanks for being here.”

“No problem, kid.” Dr. Banner sighed. “Hold on– yeah, Tash?” There was a short silence on the other end of the line before the scientist came back. “Well, Natasha wants me, so I’ll be going now. Good luck, Peter.” A beat, then he spoke again. “You know, you’re kind of like a son to me.”

Peter’s throat felt dry. “Thank you, sir,” he whispered. “You–you’re like a dad. Or– or that uncle who’s even better than a dad! Thank you.”

Dr. Banner chuckled. “Alright. Bye, kid.”

“Bye.” Peter sighed as the tone rang.

He hopped in front of his mirror and put on his blank nano suit.

“Which shirt does MJ try to take off?” he mused. Peter shook his head. “Nope. No. That won’t work. Just… a regular, normal, run-of-the-mill shirt. It’s raining. I could wear a sweater. Or a vest. Or a button-up– wait, no, that’s too formal. I need to look sharp but not formal. Hmm.”

He stared at himself in the mirror and sighed.

“Powers of a spider but no sense of fashion,” he muttered. “Or common sense. Just great.”

In the end, Peter ended up in his regular clothes, the ring box in his pocket. He swung by the Cadenza to get their coffee and grinned when he saw Ned.

“Morning, Peter,” his best friend said happily. “I’ve got your stuff right here.” He put two cups and a tray of snacks. Ned leaned on the counter as Peter tapped his card on the pay thing. “So is this it? Are you doing it today?”

Peter nodded.

Ned pumped his fist in the air. “Can I be your best man?” he asked excitedly. “I need to find that notebook we had from 11th grade! We made your wedding plans there! I’m so–” he grinned. “Peter!”

Peter smiled at his friend’s antics. “You know,” he reminded him. “I haven’t asked yet.”

Ned shrugged. “Face it, Pete. You’re a hot item. Who would pass up a grab at this?” On ‘this’, he gestured up and down Peter’s body. “And soon, you’ll be off the market and wedding bells would be ringing and doves would be flying–”

“Ned,” Peter interrupted. “Ned.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll see you later, Ned,” he said. “I’ll call you after.”

Peter left as he saw Ned do a happy dance behind the glass case of pastries.

He walked to the library and went inside, carefully keeping the food hidden until he reached the usual nook he and MJ studied in.

Peter grinned as he spotted his girlfriend reading by the window, rain pattering persistently against the panes.

MJ looked up and smiled. “You got the goods?” she asked.

Peter lifted the coffee and she smiled wider.

“Hi,” she greeted him, kissing his cheek as he handed her her cup. “What’s up?”

“What’s not?” Peter answered.

MJ threw a piece of lint at him and settled into her seat, back into her book.

They sat in a comfortable silence before Peter glanced up from his own procured study and his seat on the floor at her feet.

“MJ?” he asked.

“Hmm?”

Peter swallowed. “You know how partners sometimes end up married like Dr. Banner and Ms. Romanoff?”

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking, you know, since we’re partners, and we’re dating–”

MJ shook her head. “You sound like an idiot,” she said softly, with a smile.

Peter grinned inside. Everything is going to plan. He rolled onto one knee, bringing out the ring. “Well, will you give me the honour of being your idiot forever?” he asked, with his heart in his eyes.

MJ looked up from her book and down at him, eyes wide. “Peter–” she covered a grin. “The ring.”

The ring was a thing he picked out in that glass shop in Venice, years ago. It was just a simple band of silver and a piece of stained, red glass. There was an inscription on the inside that was very easy to see, especially for MJ. He had gotten that done when they got into MIT.

In all places, worlds, and times. An excerpt from an adventure a long time ago. The rest of it reads, I love you, and I will always love you, and I promise I won’t ever forget you.

Peter looked up at her.

MJ smiled and nodded ‘yes’.

#peter parker #mj #michelle jones #michelle jones watson #spiderman #spideychelle #petermj #mcu #marvel #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #vii’s 12 days of winter writing #au #alternate universe

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lloyd07 · 2 years

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!! rating mha characters based on how likely they are to enjoy a date with/keep dating izuku:

!! keep in mind this is ignoring sexuality headcanons.

izuku midoriya: the man himself. probably goes to cafès early in the morning alone. goes for a run at lunch to burn off nerves. you all know him.

yuga aoyama: would want it to be really romantic. would make izu blush like hell. probably order the cheesiest dish from a fancy restraunt for them both. pays for both of them. OVERALL: 8/10 gentleman but too much for izu to take in

mina ashido: takes him out for milkshakes. flirts with him through jokes or physical affection. would make izu smile. they might go for one or two after wards. OVERALL: 6/10 very fun but not romanc-ey

tsuyu asui: very lovely girl, I think she would be polite. shows izu all her favourite spots to relax in the city. doesn't get any food. OVERALL: 4/10 only asked him out to see if he's worth it

tenya iida: they'd go somewhere clichè, like a park day with ice cream. already besties so they'd do a lot of obvious flirting. might kiss at the end. OVERALL: 8/10 they love each other, platonic or romantic

ochako uraraka: you just know they'd both be squirming and blushing the whole entire time. would be a movie date. they hold hands <3. compliments thrown every which way. OVERALL: 9/10 basically made for each other

mashirao ojiro: I'm not sure how this would go! he'd probably take izu shopping?? very nice boy. OVERALL: 6/10 I don't see it, but cute

denki kaminari: he's a total flirt. would be all "hey bb. how was your day. oh mine? ur making it better by the second." and izu, unused to affection, would absolutely melt. other than that, they probably gush about science or some autistic shit then get all kissy. OVERALL: 8/10 mightn't last, long term but they will enjoy themselves

ejirou kirishima: he will listen to all the stuff izu has to say. I think they'd be enthusiastic when talking about stuff. both have self esteem issues, so they'd help each other with that. probably awkward as hell on the date, tho. not used to romance lol. OVERALL: 9/10 good for each kther

kouji kouda: talks and listens. I do like them, I don't know how a date would go though. they might go out for dinner and then snuggle up and enjoy each other's company OVERALL: 6/10 I love them but not a typical 'love at first date' couple

rikidou satou: I don't know, really. I think he's nice, might give a little gift as a sign of appreciation. wouldn't advance beyond a date, and I think izu would feel like he's not giving enough tit he relationship OVERALL: 4/10 can't see it going well sorry

mezou shoji: they go to watch a horror movie and then laugh at the scary parts or something. share a bag of popcorn and then bump hands. does the yawn thing. OVERALL: 7/10 cute

kyouka jirou: autism vs autism, ultimate showdown. I think she'd take izu to a festival and izu would freak it. she'd help him calm down and then they'd watch ghibli movies on CD OVERALL: 7/10 meow meow

hanta sero: he's chill might be a bit intimidating to izu tho. compliments every five minutes. 'hey how are you going' they'd go to a cafe I think, get coffee and laugh over stupid shit OVERALL: 8/10 a nice day out

fumikage tokoyami: he's a nice guy. they'd go to the beach and admire the sunset I think. would have fun sitting close to each other and taking in the view. very calm, very romantic. OVERALL: 9/10 I love it

shouto todoroki: I'm not sure. they might stay in and get take out while watching netflix? would fall asleep on the couch together and be soft. very soft. OVERALL: 8/10 calm together, sososo cute tbh

tooru hagakure: she'd be throwing compliments out and telling izu he's cute. and izu would be blabbering and jfjsjfjdj. I rarely see them talked about but they're cool, OVERALL: 8/10 high school lovers? maybe?

katsuki bakugo: he's homophobic would not date a man. but anyway they kiss a lot and go on a bunch of different dates, like stargazing, beach day out, riding bikes around the neighborhood, staying in and cuddling, did I mention they love each other? they'll totally stay at each others sides to be there at a moments notice. at heart cannot be separated. like two Suns, destined to revolve around each other until collapding into a supernova, basically ignoring anything out of gravitatjonal orbit range. everyone knows they love each other. fmmtnsjfie they kiss a lot, did I sa that? cuddles and . ugh. OVERALL: 10/10 soulmates sorry im a bkdk stan

minoru mineta: flirty as hell. admiring izus muscles, obviously. izu is blushing like hell, and they probably do the sharing spaghetti thing. bragging about his fathers money. 'but let's talk about you bb' type guy OVERALL: 7/10 sweet but...yk

momo yaoyorozu: izu is intimidated as hell, maybe. he would talk about his spin/s and momo would j be like 'yeah...sure thing....' shes no good socially bcuz of reasons and izu can't read her that well. OVERALL: 6/10 hard to maintain, don't work well together

itsuka kendo: they go for ice cream and izu is amazed by her coolness or whatever. she talks and is just kind as hell. very cute OVERALL: 7/10 I like them, im not sure how izu would like her tho.

monoma neito: he's so cute ANYWAY they totally nerd out together. go watch a documentary or sports game and do stuff. would take each other on many dates after the first. big ego might make an impact. they kiss. OVERALL: 9/10 nicer than you'd think at first

shinsou hitoshi: both nervous wrecks. go to someplace quiet but busy, like a late night cafe or a walk thru the city. just talk to each other, a lot. have the same sense of humour, I think. once they get over the awkwardness it'll be nice. OVERALL: 8/10 personally I see them as more brothers but I can TOTALLY see why it's popular

mirio toogata: compliments all the time. major show off. I think they'd relate to each other quite a bit. calm once they get over themselves. probably don't kiss. OVERALL: 5/10 I don't know....

that's all

thanks :3

#my hero acadamia #izuku midoriya #shipping opinions

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nicestpamkale · 1 year

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Hadley - This-Or-That

The Questions

I dunno, felt like doing something while working up the nerve to write a thing.

Coffee or tea?

Tea - But more specifically she prefers more fruity teas with softer but sweeter flavors.

Hot or Cold?

Cold - She’s not a big fan of fire, as fire is quite destructive. And she can actually like. Feel plants die so.

Sunrise or Sunset?

Sunrise - She's only ever seen one sunset but if she could see a sunrise I think she would prefer it, emotionally speaking. She’s real heavy on metaphors and emotions and so would enjoy the concept.

Neon or Pastel?

Pastel - Neon stands out too much and she sees it all the time (living in a cyber-eque dystopia,) though she likes the look of it.

Books or Movies?

Books - She’s big on thinking, and imagining, so books are definitely more her forte. Also all of the harder parts about watching movies.

Rural living or Urban Living?

Urban Living - Because of her love for nature- rather than in spite of it- she prefers finding alternative solutions to the stone towers of urban cities as opposed to just writing them off. She’s one the people who would really rather they introduce plants to everyone.

Cats or Dogs?

Dogs - See, I wanted to say cats, because I’m not a fan of dogs, but Hadley is- if I have to choose- a dog person, because it’s something to take care of and give attention and that’s literally all she knows how to do.

Stability or Adventure?

Adventure - Hadley loves seeing new things and learning new things and isn’t afraid to pay the price. Not to mention Adventures means people she can help- she loves helping people.

Brutal truth or blissful lie?

Blissful lie - There’s a time and a place for the truth, but it should never be brutal. If she must either tell a brutal truth or a blissful lie, she’d rather lie. (Though honestly she’d rather tell blissful truths and brutal lies.)

Warm colors or cool colors?

Warm Colors - That’s the primary tone flowers average out to, though honestly she likes both equally.

Coziness or opulence?

Coziness - Wealth makes her feel unsafe, and guilty. Like she herself is taking from the poorer people. Though her parents are (mostly) honest workers, she doesn’t even really like the fact that they live in a two-story house.

Work or rest?

Work - It’s always been her belief that one should never lie still unless they’re working their mind. The only person that’s ever gotten her to take a break would be her girlfriend, and even those times were spent learning glitches in the games her girlfriend would play.

Baths or showers?

Baths - She likes the comfort of being surrounded. (When she was little and small enough, she’d close her eyes and pretend to be a lilypad in the tub. This caused many heart attacks for her poor mother.)

Late nights or early mornings?

Late nights - Nothing like staying up all night with your favourite gamer girl/detective boy and having lots of fun. Plus, she generally doesn’t get a lot of sleep so really this is just ideal.

Tradition or innovation?

Innovation - In the right circumstances, I can totally see her getting into unethical science. (Mainly malforming her current body. She has no love for it, personally, and only maintains herself for the benefit of those around her.) And she would rather see the world change than stay the same, generally speaking. (The world is pretty bad.)

Sweet or savory?

Savory - Sweetness is all well and good but she doesn’t find it filling. She would prefer to eat filling food than sweet candies. (Most of my characters will prefer savory for much the same reasons.)

Spicy or mild?

Mild - She doesn’t really care either way, but spicy food can injure the body sometimes and she would prefer to not deal with that.

Beach or forest?

Forest - She’s a botanist. Ofc she’d prefer the forest. Though she would likely enjoy water plants too, her father’s escapades into the ocean deter her.

Chaos or order?

Chaos - She believes there’s a certain kind of order to chaos that is particularly beautiful when properly founded and encouraged. If she had to endure rigid structure, she totally could, but she’s far more likely to dismantle it herself.

Leather or denim?

Denim - She likes the blue of denim. (And leather is Too Heavy.)

Peace or passion?

Passion - She doesn’t have strong feelings about anything other than plants. She finds passion to be a beautiful thing, and would generally choose a passion over peace if she had to. In many ways, she admires those with a strong zest for life.

Open space or closed space?

Closed space - She has a particular draw to the comfort of being compressed. A small part of it would call it the feeling of being buried.

Company or solitude?

Company - She doesn’t like being alone. That’s when the Thoughts might roll in. She'd much rather hang out with even unpleasant company than stay alone somewhere.

Shame or pride?

Fire or water?

Water - if only because she identifies with it in a strange way. Something about the way it moves and how it feels is just comforting to her. Not to mention the implications of it's complicated relationship with fire itself.

Pride - undoubtedly. She believes that whatever you are, you should be proud of it. Whether or not it's good or bad for others, you should be proud to be you. Not many people can boast being themselves.

Fight or flight?

Flight - Aside from most things not being worth the fight, she likes being chased. She likes outwitting her opponent as opposed to out-strengthing them. She finds the game of escape more fun than the force of a fight.

Past or future?

Past - It's harder to see the future, so she tends towards trying to use the past instead. For her, she doesn't have much of a future anyways.

Give or take?

Give - She has no reason or will to take. After all, that sort of thing just doesn't give her joy. She likes seeing people contented and she likes being around happy people. Taking will only ever subtract from that.

Risk or safety?

Loud or soft?

Soft - Being too loud can draw eyes to her and she would rather avoid that potentiality if- at all- possible. The effectiveness varies but she will always be of softer cloth.

Risk - if you can afford to take a risk, you absolutely should. Safety is never guaranteed, so you should naturally go with the rest of the world. In a risky world, one must live a risky life.

#ocs #nicestwriting #game: 50/50 #oc: hadley #writing #oc game #original character #this or that

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The light turns green and her heartbeat starts to rise as she reaches for the red stop button. Quickly she gets up to get to the back door. The bus slowly pulls over at the stop and she can see his face behind the glass door while he is waiting with his hands in his pocket and a heartwarming smile spread across his face, “I feel like I’m picking up my kid from school”. Ah! her favourite part of the day. She bursts into laughter right as she is taking a deep breath and steps out of the bus. The first day of the semester and this is the highlight of her day. The weather is oddly calm and bright for a winter day in January. It is 4 pm and the sun is calmly setting, and for the first time ever, she doesn’t mind it. He asks about her day and she goes on to tell him everything in detail since she has been curating this monologue since this morning. She tells him how she felt tired when she woke up but the commute was a breeze which made her day, complains about the classes and the long walks between them, and talks about the funny parts too. And he listens and laughs and builds on her jokes. The sky is turning orange and pink and she watches it in the background as he tells him about his day, “then I saw the weather and thought it would be perfect for a walk”. It is, it’s perfect. The beach is busier than usual and cute puppies and babies can be found everywhere. People are by the shore attempting to do a cold plunge in the water, “Would you be down to do this with me one day?” he asks with his head down, searching for the perfect rock to throw in the water. “Absolutely not” she answers because she knows he won’t either. The sky is quickly changing colour and is turning out to be a gorgeous sunset. “This is so beautiful,” she says while searching her pockets for her phone to add yet another photo to her collection of sunset pictures. “Are you gonna take another photo of a sunset you’re never ever going to look back at?” She laughs and proceeds to do it anyway. She is used to it by now and when is he going to realize his unsolicited opinion on this specific matter not going to stop her? “I just never understood the point of people doing this”, he says. She sighs and says back with an annoying face “It’s pretty! Pretty things deserve to be appreciated”. He hands her a rock, “Here, throw this”. She throws it and he laughs, poking fun at her form. She laughs it off, but she wonders if she really does look like an awkward little boy. She wonders if he ever finds it silly or unattractive when she does things like this; but then she remembers that he has seen her in every situation, in her most vulnerable, annoying or anxious states and he is still sticking around. Throwing rocks in the water can’t be that bad. He pulls out his phone and points it toward her. “You’re only filming this because I look stupid” she laughs and picks another rock, “Come on, do it, do it! Can we also just take a moment and look at the background, though”. This goes on for a while until the sky starts to look absolutely impossible not to look at. So they stop and stand there. Staring in silence. “You’re right, this is really pretty”. He pulls out his phone and takes a photo, “I’m a simple guy, this is all I want from life”. She smiles with her head turned away, secretly wishing he always thinks of her when he sees purple skies.

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imagines-she-writes · 2 years

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There's a fine line between love and hate.

2/?

Angel was called into templo with you and the other MC members.

"How's it being engaged...."

"wifey for lifey"

Angel rolled his eyes "Real mature guys...no wonder you are all single" you chimed.

"Hey! I'm getting some on the regular.. "

"Vicki's girls don't count Gill..."

"when you've quite finished..." Bishop added with authority.

"Agents will wanna know y/n and Angel's story how you met ,how did he propose all that business. It's simple."

Hank continued on from Bishop. "The two of you met at the scrap yard when y/n came in looking for part for her car.... You two hit it off from the get go...."

"Angel you helped y/n with her car and finally asked her on a date & the rest is history."

"Got it. So where was our imaginary first date then?". Gilly and Coco looked at you. You shrugged your shoulders.

"Boy scout you are the most romantic..... Set the scene" Coco said.

"let's see....girls like beaches and sunsets and the stars..... Angel picked you up on his bike and he was late as usual. You didn't know what he planned for the date and wasn't happy you had to change outta the new dress you brought just for this date. Y/n still holds this against you. Anyway he took you too this secluded beach where he had laid out a picnic all your favourite foods , music the works. "

"some one watches way too many chick flicks" whispered Gilly to you.

You admitted to yourself that it sounded like a perfect first date to you. Simple but not overly soppy. "There's a reason he's the smart brother" you whispered back"

" I can hear you you know"

" My contact is mocking up some fake relationship photos to have around the house" Hank added.

You nodded. Taking everything in.

"So how did I propose to my fake girlfriend/fiancee who bugs the shit outta me".

"Mutual" you muttered back.

"Did you go all mushy eyed?"

" I can't do this with these ass hats about"

"Gilly , Coco this is serious. Shut the fuck up unless you wanna clean the toilets all week"

That soon shut the comedic duo up. Bishop and Taza wanted all patched members too be on the same page about this. If this went south all of you would be facing some serious jail time. The pressure was in to make it believable. Deep down you wanted it to be. But you knew Angel would never look twice at you..not that way anyway and it sucked. Because despite the apparent disdain between you both you had always had a crush on the biker.

"You proposed to me in the back garden of your house...simple but easy to remember" Angel nodded.

" So rings and shit? " Angel asked uncomfortably.

"leave that to me" Taza said.

Bishop turned to Angel. "You gotta start living together man. That is ok isn't it? None of us can afford for this to go south".

"what?! Her living in my house? C'mon man be fair!"

" Should I remind you that if it wasn't for y/n you've someone's bitch up in Stockton right now?"

"No...fine.... Just don't touch my shit...or eat my cereal.... "

"fine"

A day later you was moving the last of your stuff into Angel's spare room.

"Don't go in my room or..."

"touch your shit or eat my cereal" you mocked.

"it's bad enough that I see you at the club house but now my fucking house too. You're like a fucking disease that spreads everywhere"

"And you'd know all about spreading diseases now" you clapped back. Angel didn't reply just left you standing in the middle of the room.

It was Friday night which as usual there was a gathering at the club house. You say nursing a beer.

"Hey chin up sister in law" Ez joked.

"Not funny Ez.... why'd you have to get locked up? Least you wouldn't be such a dick weed to me about everything." Ez shrugged.

Just then Angel approached you and Ez. "I'll leave you two alone". With that Ez left you at the bar with Angel. "What? Can't you just leave me alone?"

"I was just coming too see if you was ok...and apologize for what I said to you earlier...ya know.... I didn't .. it was outta order."

"I didn't ask for this Angel. You don't have to do this but you agreed so please just leave me the fuck alone...unless it's for stuff relating to this sham.." you gestured between the two of you "I don't wanna talk to you."

"you know you really are an ungrateful bitch sometimes y/n"

"least I'm good at something"

"good chat. Later wife" he mocked.

"Fucking ass clown" you mumbled swigging your beer.

"trouble in paradise?" Taza asked as he handed you a simple gold engagement ring.

"Something like that. I don't get his pissy attitude it's like he's on his man period 24/7"

"Try cut him some slack...he's got a lot riding on this he doesn't wanna fuck it up"

"I'll try" you agreed " thanks pops" you smirked as you took the ring and put in your finger.

"my bad" you heard Coco's catch phrase to see him handing some scantily clad girl some napkins.

"She was all up in your man's stuff" he shrugged.

"her man? I dont think so."

" I'm his fiancée."

"fiancée?! You flashed the ring you hadn't realised just how right it felt. "Yeah now beat it"

Back at the house you was in your room watching TV scrolling through your social media. Angel knocked in the door. "The fuck do you want?"

"look I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean what I said last night. I just can't screw this up for the club."

You sighed. "I get it Angel, I do but words hurt"

"I know. Look I can say I'm sorry till I blue in the face but we gotta go get this damn marriage licence today."

"I'm driving"

And that folks is part 2! I have so many ideas for this !

#mayans mc imagine #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x reader

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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Captain Confusion

A/N: Inspired by this video that makes me weep with its cuteness! I just had to write this okay 🥺🥺🥺 This is in the same universe as Homeward Bound, which happens after this story. Feel free to give it a read after this, if you haven’t already! ALSO should note that the lovely @ohmygoodie is my Sy partner in crime and without them this fic would not be made possible :)

Warning: mention of operations/hospitals, and a whole lot of fluff!

It was a simple procedure and so it hadn't worried you too much, other than the usual fears when a loved one is under the knife while in the hands of trained doctors. Sy’s hernia had been authorised for operation only five minutes into the doctor’s appointment you had all but dragged him to, and scheduled for 4 days later. Not really much time to prepare mentally, but you knew it was necessary with your big bear of a man in pain. Despite the painkillers prescribed, he was walking with a limp and groaning in bed for all the wrong reasons.

In the waiting room, you and his Ma kept busy during the 45 minute wait by looking through magazines, talking about how the Captain’s quality of life will improve, and what kind of minor jobs you’ll have him do around the house while he’s recovering as you continue to work.

“I hope the recovery isn’t as long as some people have said. I know for a fact he’ll not want to be cooped up all day. If he’s anything, he’s stubborn” you sigh, knowingly.

Ma smiles, looking at you pointedly, knowing that she is in the presence of the only other soul who knows what is best for her son. “He knows better now that his health is his wealth. He’s got a lot more riding on being well now. After all, it’s not just him he’s gotta be there for anymore.”

“Yeah, I mean I always tell him, he’s not 25 anymore. Or even 30. I’ll need you to back me up, he does anything you say. I’m his equal, you’re his Mom.”

You both laugh a little, hers warm and kind, while yours tinges with the remaining hopeful nerves of an army Captain’s wife. You don’t like not knowing about your Sy, especially since you spent all those years apart, not knowing if he was safe, or even alive. The waiting, in any capacity, is the hardest part.

You’re flipping through a random tabloid magazine, when the surgeon in charge walks through to the waiting room.

“Everything went really well with Captain Syverson. He’s coming to from the anaesthetic and asking for his Ma?”

Ma grins before sucking her teeth between her lips watching as your mouth drops. You both move from the waiting area to follow the surgeon towards where your husband is resting. You speak under your breath, only wanting Sy’s Ma to hear you; “I hope he still remembers how to grovel after this.”

Ma enters the room with you following her, arriving only a couple more corridors along from where you’d last seen him earlier that morning. He may not have asked for you but you were going to see Sy whether he wanted it or not. A grand push of the door allows it to swing open, and suddenly there he is. A little disoriented but has a large dopey smile plastered on his face as soon as he sees his Ma. His heavy head lolls to one side as he rests it on the plush hospital pillow.

“Hey Ma” he groans out as she bends over her large son to give his forehead a kiss, taking his hand in hers. He spends a moment just gazing at her for a while, the love he has for her evident on his face, as she tells him that everything went well, and that he can go home tomorrow.

It’s only after this tender mother and son moment, that he notices you.

“Ma.... why ya bringing a beautiful girl here when I’m like this...oh god I’m not wearing underwear Ma!”

His feeble attempt at trying to cover himself means that you actually end up seeing far more of him than you expected. Nothing you hadn’t seen before, but it definitely hasn't happened in front of his own mother before. The whole situation makes you blush and giggle a little as you try your best to avoid eye contact with Ma. You can only imagine the look on her face, and you don’t want to get any more involved with Sy’s naked form than you need to right now.

Rather than put you and your poor Sy through any further embarrassment, Ma speaks up.

“Oh darlin’, this is y/n. You remember her, right?”

And while he’s listening - or at least pretending to listen to his Ma fussing over him again - he’s just staring at you, gazing in awe as if you were the one to hang the stars in the sky.

“You are.... so pretty” he slurs, making you break out a genuine smile that he mirrors, glad that he was the one to make you look even more pretty.

“Well thanks handsome. How do you feel?” you perch on the edge of the bed and hold his hand. To him, the gesture feels warm and inviting - even if he doesn't know you, he recognises something about you in the comfort that you bring.

“Feel like shit. Oh fuck i said ‘shit’ in front of the lady” he whines again, scrunching his eyes closed as hangs his head in shame. It looks like he might even cry with the realisation that he’s made such a foolish impression of himself. It takes Ma shushing him and making him take a sip of juice from his bedside to calm down, dabbing his face with a cloth when his juice spills from his mouth.

“Oh Logan Daniel Syverson...what did they do to ya?” she lightly scolds as she helps clean up the mess he’s unknowingly created around him. That’s your Sy, a hurricane of mess that somehow fits into order just how he likes it.

You giggle a little more at his shameful expression, before he refocuses, giving you his undivided attention once more.

“How is it that ya know my Ma and we’ve never met? Or have we? ‘Cause I think i’d remember a face like yours”

“Well...” you start, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear to let him see your entire face, hoping it would jog his memory. As you do so, the ring on your fourth finger glints in the hospital light, and for the first time since you've entered the room, he’s noticed.

“Oh...man...knew a girl like you would be snatched up already. Whoever has the honour of being yours is a very lucky man.” He smiles softly, a wistful look in his eye, while makes you realise that you can’t wait for the drugs to leave his system, you have to remind him who you are and who he is, right this very moment.

“Sy honey... we’re married. You’re my husband, and I’m your wife. I think the drugs are making you more than a bit loopy.”

It’s his turn for his jaw to drop, his eyes are unblinking as he takes in what you’ve just said. He turns sharply - more than his doctor would have probably liked - to his Ma, and then back to you, and then his Ma again, waiting for one of you to burst out laughing at the prank you surely must be playing on him.

“Wha-? A wife? I have a wife?” you nod and he exhales a deep breath of air in amazement.

“YOU’RE my wife? Really?” you nod again and Ma smiles at you as she watches the scene of Logan meeting you all over again.

“Am I still in the army? I’m a Captain ya know”

“You left just a few months ago. You still work in the local camps, of course. You like it there, and you’re home every night and most weekends.”

“Does Ma like you?” You don’t even get a chance to finish as he turns to his mother “Do you like her? is she nice? Does she like your new kitchen? I built it y’know.”

You knew when you met, dated, and married him, that Sy was a Momma’s boy. He loves his mother so much, that her opinion will always mean the world to him.

Ma nods “You two are the sweetest couple. She’s the best addition to the family, gives you a run for your money alright. She’s my new favourite.” You get a soft hug from her as she says this, with her wrapping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. She’s always felt so grateful that her Logan found you, because my goodness did he love you ferociously, and he needed you in his life. You were the making of him, and the whole Syverson clan will forever be grateful to you for it.

"And where did we get married? If we really are married.” He continues his line of questioning.

“At the ranch, on your family’s land. it was such a special day. We had the reception there too. And we went to Italy for our honeymoon.”

Sy is basking in every word you say, praying it to be true, as if he could will it into existence if it hadn’t already happened, wanting badly to remember sunset kisses and italian food and beach days all spent with you. He perks up at the last thing you say, taken by complete surprise.

“Honeymoon?! Oh my god have we...ya know..?” A blush fades over Sy’s face, and even though you love his Ma, you really wish she wasn’t finding out so many details about your personal life today, like how your son rails you on the regular in many ways, and in many places. He must somehow remember or at least accurately imagine your past endeavours, as he grins like a little shit.

You smack his arm, lightly but with a firm hand.

“Be quiet, or the whole ward will know about our sex life” you threaten. “Yes we’ve had sex. i’d hope so given that we have a kid on the way.”

If Ma had had to deal with her son getting horny over his “new”wife, she was being fully compensated for it as she witnessed him fall head over heels in love with you, all over again.

“A kid?...Tell me ya not messing with me...are we really- I-” he swallows and his tears come even easier than before “We’re havin’ a baby?” With the sudden realisation, he turns to his Ma. “This beautiful woman right here’s havin’ my kid, Ma?” He looks between the two of you again, watching as you both nod and beam from ear to ear.

“You know you cried just as much when i told you for the first time too. i promise when the drugs are out your system it’ll all make sense again.”

Sy smiles, clutching your hand in his warm palm, almost scared to let go as the door is knocked and he feels you might be taken away. Instead, it’s a welcome visitor.

“Hey doc,” Sy greets the man who reenters the room, now freshly out of scrubs to visit his patient - who if anything is now simply love sick, no hernia to be found. “This is my wife, and she’s having a baby.” he looks back to you with a quirk of his eyebrow “My baby?” You roll your eyes and he confirms it; “my baby.”

“Oh, congratulations...again.”

The doctor’s evaluation and explanations don’t take long, and while Sy is being informed, you start rubbing your belly as a form of self-comfort. You will need to remind your child that while their father looks incredibly stern and impossibly large, he is silly and goofy and already loves them with his entire being. Over the course of the afternoon, Sy talks with you while the anaesthetic wears off. It turns out they had given him a pretty high dosage based on his height and muscle mass, so he would be out of action for a couple of hours at least.

“Oh, i have your ring” you pipe up before he starts getting too sleepy again, taking the thick gold band off of the necklace around your neck, placing it on his finger carefully.

“That feels better already” he sighs, as he begins to doze in and out of consciousness. Before he closes his eyes once more to rest peacefully, a small tear slides down his cheek, which you of course, notice. Sy has cried maybe 5 times in the time you’ve known him and three of those times have been in this very room.

“Honey what’s wrong? Are you in pain? i can call the doctor-”

“No i’m fine i’m fine i just-” he sniffs and tries to clear his throat from the sad, heavy pain he feels in his chest. “I’m gonna be real sad when I wake up from this dream. What if I can’t find you when I wake up?”

Oh your sweet, silly man.

“Bear it’s not a dream, I’ll be right here when you get up properly and we can go home and cuddle and I’ll heat up your favourite meal. I’ll be right there with you.”

“And the baby?” he asks, eyes wide. almost nervous to ask.

“Well they have to come too, they're with me. We can look at their pictures again so you can get reacquainted. And Aika will be so happy you’re back. We’ve been gone the whole day.”

“Aika!” your husband perks up, “Oh Aika, man....I love that dog..”

“I know you do bear, you just get some rest for now and then we can go home.”

Before you know it, he’s fallen back to sleep, his mouth wide open as he slumps against his pillow, completely out of it.

It’s dark outside when Sy opens his eyes again, watching as his Ma passes you a small herbal tea in the dimly lit hospital room. Technically visiting hours are over, but no one was going to argue with the Captain’s family. You smile, and he feels like he can finally relax, in your presence

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he growls lowly, and you look up at him from your phone, beaming in surprise, glad that your husband had woken up feeling a bit more like himself.

“Oh hello again” you smile and squeeze his hand, his slow blinking already indicating a much clearer mind, and that he knows exactly who you are.

“Again? What’d I miss?”

“The drugs” he stops you mid-sentence for a sweet kiss, acting as though a minute more without your lips would be the source of his downfall. “Mmmh, the drugs made you so loopy, it was the sweetest thing, Sy.” You grin as he pulls you up beside him on the bed.

He raises his eyebrows, clearly with no recollection of any of the past events. Yet still, he smiles.

“Yeah? How’s baby?” he holds you close to his side, wrapping an arm around your waist so he can cover your tummy with his palm.

“They’re great. Glad to have daddy back and sane.”

You swear that as you say that, he starts tearing up again, this time however he doesn’t let them fall. He was openly weeping earlier, but you won’t tell him that. Not yet.

“Damnit. Must be something in these drugs they got me on.”

“Mm-hmm sure bear.”

You stay close that evening, both curled up on a hospital bed that is already quite a tight fit for your husband alone. But as always, he makes it work. You’re half on top of him, both of you fast asleep, when the nurses come to do their rounds. Ma had left just after he had woken up, sneaking off into the night to let the rest of the family know how her most middle son is keeping after the operation. You’d cuddled and doted on each other until you’d fallen asleep, Sy following not long after as he bid goodnight to you and your precious cargo with a soft kiss to your lips, and protective rub of your stomach.

He counts himself more than lucky to have something so good, that it would pain him to forget. He was living the life that he’d been too scared to ever dream of, and he couldn’t be more grateful.

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thinking about Armin with his younger shy seashell🥺🥺 they tucked in a warm blanket on the couch, she cuddled up in his chest while he reads to her, rainy day outside and a hot chocolate bottle in her tiny hands. every once in a while he stops his reading as she asks him questions after questions about the story. imagine they maratoning disney movies together, cuddled up in one another, his head resting on top of hers, her tiny hand holding his as she talks about how bad of a boy pinocchio is for lying or how funny it is that while ariel collects objects from the human world, she and armin collect seashells from the sea!! or they discussing how beautiful the prince beast's castle is and how pretty belle's yellow dress is!! Armin would be her best friend tbh, and god forbid if anyone try to bully his baby or make her cry for any reason,,, he knows how it feels to be bullied and hurt so he'd love and protect his precious shell to death

— 💌 anon

Armin's seashell has always been a shy and introverted little girl, happier turning pages and reading a book than playing with other kids. A special trait she picked from her dad.

And Armin knows this makes her an easy target for bullies. And he hates it because he still hasn't forgotten the constant harassment and the bitter taste of mockeries on his tongue.

He makes it a point to tell her every day how much he loves her and that being different is okay. That this doesn't make her any less lovable or weird than other kids.

And honestly it's a relief for Armin to know that Eren's daughter is always there to have his little seashell's back when he can't be there to protect her. And Eren and him often laugh as they watch the two little girls interact and play together, so much like they used to do at their age.

But Armin's daughter's friend will always remain her dad. He's her safe space, the one she runs to when she learns something new, the one she tells about her day and the one she shares inside jokes with.

In a pillow and blanket fort they have set in her room, they have built a whole world just for the two of them to dream and be themselves.

They both put so much effort into making this comfortable nest. Armin brought in some fluffy blankets and some snacks while his little seashell chose a pile of movies. Her favourite being the Little Mermaid. They both lost count of how many times they have seen it but Armin doesn't care. Heart melting in his chest every time she brings up the CD with this big joyful smile on her lips.

Armin also reads her a bedtime story every night, turning pages after pages until the little one falls asleep with her head on his chest and her thumb in her mouth. Like this, they went through the whole Percy Jackson series together. He makes it a point to offer her a book on Greek Mythology after he caught her trying to find more about Poseidon in their library. And he'll never forget the sparkles dancing in her eyes as she opened her gift, amazement and excitement bubbling in her voice as she thanked him.

Of course she makes quick work of it, always an avid reader just like her daddy.

"But daddy, isn't Poseidon cold in the Sea ?" She queries one day on the beach, worry laced in her big blue eyes, her tiny hands lightly tugging at his shirt.

His heart melts in his chest at the innocence of her question. Slowly he crouches down beside her and holds her up in his arms, setting her on his hip.

"You're worried about him, aren't you ?" He questions softly and she nods. "The sea is for Poseidon what your bed is to you. You don't have to worry, seashell." He continues with a gentle smile.

One day she insisted on staying at the beach until Sunset to try and catch a glimpse of mermaids and Armin set up a picnic for the both of them. He prepared sandwiches and two bottles of juice. Of course he knew that they wouldn't see any mermaids on that night but he knew his seashell would always keep this memory close to her heart. And this was enough for the two of them to stay out until midnight, watching the stars twinkling above.

#gentle #aot fluff #snk fluff #snk x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #attack on titans x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin arlert fluff #armin x reader #armin fluff

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musashi · 2 years

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2021 Writer In Review Meme!

@wutheringmights said that the writers should get in on the end of year art memes and you know what!!!! i agree. this is one of the first years in a while i was constantly writing and i want to brag too, hehe.

here’s some excerpts im particularly proud of from the respective months i wrote them in~

January:

Another lurch in the spirit’s being, and Fi shutters it with calculations before it can get to her. A reason. A reason for her behaviour. Possibilities pop up and simmer out. She wants to keep an eye on him and monitor his health—low probability, she can do that without manifesting. She wants to keep watch on the area while he’s in a vulnerable state? The same—the evil around them has an easily detectable aura, and most of it wouldn’t dare near the sacred flame. Maybe the sword feels cramped? But nothing’s stopping Fi from making herself smaller, turning her body to stardust within its hilt. Nothing adds up—besides the stirring against her crystal heart, like a loftwing chick’s clumsy first flight.

~ In Emergency Situations, Your Sword Can Provide Medical Attention

February/March:

She sings. Marin’s pressed into his side, an arm around Legend’s waist, and he tries not to become lost in the notes he’s heard a thousand times and wants to hear a million more. His head swirls with the scent of her this close—fresh cut flowers, bonfires on the beach, she smells like summer and young love and memory, and she holds him, and he melts into her shoulder and her wild red hair, unable to fight the impulse any longer. Legend brings a shaking hand toward her, pawing at a courage that comes so easily everywhere else, and Marin meets him halfway, lacing the fingers of her free hand with his own. Her skin is so impossibly soft, the strength in how she holds him so apparent regardless.

~ Down [Chapter 1: Legend]

April:

Now, the sunset’s flashing its last hurrah across Hyrule in a golden parade of light, and Twilight lets his heart ache its bittersweet ache as he takes it in and buries his fingers in the sand and resists the urge to look toward his growing shadow. Wind and Wild are two blurs of bright blue, foot-racing through the salty waves, the champion desperate to win at something as it very quickly became clear that no living swordsman could best the Hero of Winds in a seaside battle.

~ Down [Chapter 2: Four]

May:

There’s so much he’s still missing, so much life he’s yet to remember, pawing at scraps of who he was before. Pictures the princess left him, and scrawlings on yellowed paper burnt with malice and hidden in the castle walls, with so much at stake, and so many eyes upon him, he feels it necessary to stay strong, to silently bear every burden. Anything can send him tumbling back to that mysterious Before—the scent of fruitcake baking, the croak of a hot-footed frog, the right notes on Time’s ocarina, the velvety petals of a silent princess in his hand.

~ Down [Chapter 3: Wild]

June:

Most of all, Sky thinks of the day after Pipit’s Wing Ceremony. He thinks of the broken wail of his mother’s loftwing against the thundering winds that whipped and tore around Skyloft, he thinks of the scraps of his father’s best tunic hanging from the bird’s bleeding talons. He thinks of his fingernails dug into the dirt while he sobs, and sobs, and sobs, and he thinks of the pity he never stopped seeing thereafter in the eyes of everyone who looked his way.

Of the pity bed at the academy, why don’t you stay the summer in your dorm. Of the pity buffet Zelda brought him to a few days after, all his favourite foods lined up in the empty academy kitchen. Of the pity party his life became in the whole year following, a sudden and suspicious charisma that drew people to him, people who had never noticed the silent boy before.

Pity grades. Pity letter. Pity win. Pity sailcloth. Pity date. Pity sword. Pity destiny.

~ Down [Chapter 4: Wind]

July:

Skyward Sword HD said no writing this month <3

August:

Malon considers this for a moment before nodding, nonchalant. In some other lifetime, perhaps, this would be a revelation worth thinking about, but knowing Link has taught her to stop being surprised. Thinking back to all those years ago, when he’d stumbled into the castle grounds looking dirty and lost, the way her heart soared when she saw the fairy duck into his hat. Strange magic has always just swam around him, sparkling at his fingertips with every whistling note of his ocarina. Link’s a fairytale, even like this.

~ Rest Stop

September:

Tonight, Fi is restless, warbling energy glowing off her blade in quiet bursts, refusing to calm. Sky isn’t sure if it’s because she knows they’re talking about her and wants to be present as she’s able, or if it’s something more conciliatory, a way to put the lot of them at ease. It feels more like the second, Sky ponders, and it drifts along his head again—this vibration in his veins, like her wings on his hands. Like she’s touching him delicately, moving him into position. Not an order, never an order—always a guiding light, a tilt of her head to act as his compass, a two-digit numerical with a percentage trailing behind it like a comet’s tail. Even now—with the contradiction of her lilting monotone silent—she suggests, advises, encourages.

And Sky trusts her, so he listens.

Finally, his fingers weaving through Time’s hair without a single mussed-up objection, he braids.

Imperfect braids, of course—Zelda taught him in a single day, long ago when they were kids, and she’s so adept at doing her own, he rarely gets to practice. But it’s something to do to assuage his sick friend’s headache when the act of just entwining loses its appeal, and so Sky braids, feeling in that moment that there’s a one-hundred percent probability of it being the best thing to do.

~ Down [Chapter 6: Time]

October:

On paper, it’s an otherwise unremarkable sound. He’s got six sick friends still ailing in the house, and it’s probably the three-hundredth sneeze he’s heard in the last two weeks. Anyone else would probably ignore it and press on with their work, admiring the newborn night as it rolls across the hills of Hateno. Sky, however, isn’t anyone else. His ear twitches, and he stills his ladle where it is.

Who was that?

That doesn’t sound like any of them, is the thing. It’s not Hyrule’s sleepy-sounding rasp, or Wind’s near comedic half-scream. It’s not Time’s scrapey, metallic tenor, not Four’s breathy stifling, definitely not Wild’s loud orchestration. It’s not Legend, sounding like a remlit kit.

And his heart sinks for a moment as he nears the end of that list, but it can’t be Twilight either, because Twilight does that weird thing where it sounds like he’s just coughing, leaving Sky with a bless you hanging at the edge of his tongue, completely unsure if the situation calls for him to say it. He hates that. It’s not that.

~ Down [Chapter 7: Warriors]

November:

Twilight belts out a broken battle cry from reserves he doesn’t have, charging Sky with blade brandished. Every part of the chosen hero runs on instinct, then—his hand is at his back and his own sword is bared, and she’s not happy with him but he has no other choice. Right at the start, it’s clear Twilight isn’t fighting to injure, but he’s just as fierce as he is in any spar, swinging strong and heavy where he lacks in precision. Sky’s forced to block the first slice, and his palm is searing, violet flames crackling at the point where he meets her. He pushes through the pain, but he can almost hear Fi’s voice in his head—crying out in an agony of her own, what are you doing stop that don’t hurt him please don’t hurt him PLEASE—

I’m sorry, his heart cries back to her. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

~ Down [Chapter 8: Twilight]

December:

The weight of the whole world sits there on her shoulders, a swirling pink-black miasma that she sees sometimes in her deepest nightmares. It roars and screams and bears down heavy, and under its oppressive cloud the princess finds herself unable to breathe, to move, to speak. And she thinks, if I had my sealing powers, and she thinks, if I had a sword that demons revile, maybe, maybe, maybe. Maybe she could fight the beast as it looms, maybe she could save the world she so loves, maybe if she had been handed an easier destiny, or a map to navigate this one she’s stuck with, maybe the words wouldn’t stick, maybe the wreckage wouldn’t be so airless.

What an absolute fool she’d been, to think every demon could be slain with a blade.

~ Shattered Silence

I’m really proud of how much i wrote this year! in december alone i’ve written 20k+, and that is absolutely insane to me. the zelda fandom and especially the LU fandom has been incredible for my creative output--i am surrounded by so many people who are so generous with their time, encouragement and feedback.

thank you so much to everyone who read my work this year, especially everyone who read Down! i never could have anticipated, writing chapter one almost a year ago, that it would have ever received the reception it did. i hope to write so much more ;__; <3

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