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jademakean · 3 years

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𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐲

Timothee Chalamet x Reader

1976

｡･:*:･ﾟ

You had been waiting for Timmy for a couple of minutes now;

Sitting on a fallen tree as the sun warmed you up through the tall trees, accomplishing to do so on some parts of your exposed skin.

The green leaf resting between your fingers was now the center of attention.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a hand brushing back your hair into a braid. "Timmy, I told you I don't like to swim with my hair tied." You smile softly knowing full well it was him.

"But I want to see your face and it's hard to do that when there's soaked hair all over it." he chuckles making you grin.

You cautiously stand up as he finishes the braid, running your hands through the flowy dress. "Why are you fixing your dress if you're about to take it off." He teases earning an roll eye-roll from you. He's right. "Are you done with the braid yet?"

"I don't know, see for yourself."

You feel for the end of the braid and smile "Thank you, Timmy." "You're welcome."

He tugs at your dress after he takes his shirt off "You're wearing too many layers" he grins cutely.

You do as he says and takes off your dress, leaving your body in plain white bikini.

Timothée grabs your hand and leads you to the private portion of the lake of the cottage he invited you to.

You have been here for 2 weeks and we're planning on staying most of the summer here, which you were so grateful for his parents to allow.

He lifts some of the sticks coming out of the tree trunks, as you finally reach your destination.

He immediately untangles your hands away from each other and jumps in the surprising deep blue water.

You couldn't help but laugh lightly at his eagerness to be engulfed by water.

You place the green leaf on the ground by the lake and let your body slowly disappear into the blue abyss.

The happily spirited boy emerges from the water looking around for his friend before spotting her.

He patiently waited for you to get used to the water temperature, due to your skin being warmed by the sun moments before.

Once Timothee noticed you were seconds before being fully in, he swam gracefully towards you.

You look up to see Timmy in front of you smiling happily. The boy gently grabs your hand pulling you through the lake.

"What are you so toothy about." You giggle.

He looks at you before responding "It's nice to just swim around freely, no worries to think about with my best friend." He beams

You felt yourself hesitate slightly in thought, he seemed to notice the sudden tension but before he could comment on it, your words interrupted.

"I've actually been slightly worried about something," you admit

A concerned expression washed through his features and you couldn't blame him. In his mind, everything has been blissful and effortless throughout these two weeks and you had acted on it. But with that sentence, he began searching for reasoning to what had made her uneasy, mostly because she had seemed happy until now. He couldn't help but feel as though he did something wrong. And that is exactly what he asked.

"What, no. I have been happy and you didn't do anything wrong, don't worry." she sighed "But my emotions have been troubling me, though at first, I thought it was just some confusion, I now know clearly how my feelings have changed."

He is now completely and utterly confused though he tries not to show it "And-- how have your feelings changed?"You took a deep inhale. Whatever happens, happens. You know that Timothée won't judge you for anything, that's why you appreciate being close to him that much more.

"I like you, and not in the friendly kind of way. I know you might not feel the same way towards me but I had to let it out, I hope this doesn't change our friendship."

Timothée's face contorts into one of surprise, not expecting those words to ever come out of your mouth.

"Well this is going to change our friendship."

You felt your heart almost skip a beat as he said.

"I like you too."

I had now been through an emotional rollercoaster but fortunately it had stopped on a relieving feeling. He looked at you with an expressionless face, the same as yours as you studied him properly this once.

Even if you had known him since seventh grade six and seen his face millions of times before; this one single time seemed different.

He looked ambrosial, his semi-wet hair was dripping droplets of water onto his eyebrows to his thick lashes, down the side of his nose, over the corner of his plump lips, disappearing into his mouth.

You looked back at his eyes, now noticing the cold middle finger grazing against your own lips before pressing down lightly.

Green focused the plumpness before connecting to your own eyes.

Though it seemed merely a dream reality came back to you as you felt his lips connect your soft ones.

Giving in almost immediately, you held onto his shoulders for balance as his hands held onto the sides of your neck for better control.

It was pure bliss.

Your heated breaths intertwining as you moved almost in sink. It was now known that you were both longing for this moment to take place.

You separated from your much-needed kiss and looked into each other's eyes. Within a few moments he spoke up "So this is how it feels to kiss a best friend."

Seconds passed and after your brain registered his words, you couldn't help but burst out laughing

"Is that really what you're going to say after we kissed?" you ask after calming down

He soon realized his mistake and felt his face heat up "I mean I'm a little flabbergasted. You know how I act when I don't know what to do." He tries to reason.

You did know, he would always start spewing out unnecessary comments or observations when he was nervous. It was a reflex that he didn't know how to control. You were aware that wasn't what was exactly what was on his mind. "sorry it came out wrong," he apologized giving you a goofy smile

"I know Timmy." I smile constantly before swimming back to shore

"what-- where are you going?"

You get out of the water taking your hair out of the braid it was kept in, ruffling it a bit so it was able to dry quickly. "I'm heading back."

He gives give you a weird facial expression "But we just got here a couple of minutes ago."

"I'm hungry." He laughs lightly before getting out of the water

"I got wet for no reason."

"Hey, we could bring food here instead, and spend the whole day swimming if you'd like." I offer, which he by his face expression approves.

I pick up the small leaf I held earlier and place it behind my ear.

"Sorry mention but aren't you usually supposed to put flowers behind your ear, not, ya know, leaves?" He asks amused.

I give him a slight glare "It's not supposed to be for show."

He nudges me lightly with a small smile on his lips "I'm saving it. As something to remember today, I'm going to tape it to my notebook." I state a little embarrassed.

He looks at me with a bright smile before embracing me into a big bear hug

After all, it is a nice memory to have.

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yyuuna · 3 years

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let her go

—in which todoroki is in complete denial

pairing: todoroki x reader

word count: 1,021

genre: angst

warning: n/a

song: ❝Let Her Go❞ by Passenger

[Well, you only need the lights when it’s burning low]

Fire cackled its way into his ears, accompanying the harmonic notes churned out by his guitar, gently escorting it to its freedom with the breeze.

Moonlight caressed his porcelain face; his expression full of contentment. Tonight was melodic as much as it was during the times they were together, perhaps even more. Swarms of fireflies flew amidst the vicinity. They were surely alluring, but their buzzing alone is enough to mark his memory.

The sakura petals laid upon his feet. Even without touching, he knew it was as soft as her dress.

He remembers how much she wanted the best tailor to sew her a velvety gown for when she gets wedded.

"I don't really care how it'll look in the end. I just want to be comfy when I wear it so I can cuddle without getting itchy from the lace."

Those were her exact words.

A smile crept up to his face, knowing that she got exactly what she desired.

Just a while ago, he saw her walk down the aisle with it trailing behind. But to him, it was the twinkle in her beam that is there for the eyes to seek. Her [h/c] locks flowed in gentle disarray. Face evident of sheer makeup that enhanced her features; from the plump lips to the tip of her nose he used to flick.

Golden sand enveloped his toes all the more as he scrunched them deeper into the ground. It had embedded too much that the water's lacy waves barely healed it. Vibrations clangored from the instrument in his hands as it synchronized with his soul.

Even the reception was the same one she dreamt of when she was younger...

Today is January eleven.

His birthday.

It was the day he promised to [name].

The day he promised to make her happy.

The day he promised to himself that no matter how far the distance between [name] and her fiancé from him, he won't chase her back because he's not in love with her.

[Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.]

Cold, dull heterochromatic eyes were set to the dancing flames. He was freezing—literally. The scorching fire nor the warmth from his quirk were little to no help with his sudden temperature drop.

Clouded breaths were puffed out the moment he freed his lips from the seal. It was akin to a kettle; letting his regret boil inside him first before releasing everything.

The guitar in his hands sang what he cannot say; those words that were formed solely from the heart. The guitar he used throughout the ceremony while a stunning woman was up there, eyeing her soon-to-be husband whose fingers were interlocked with hers.

He let his head lull backward. His eyes mirrored the diminutive, gleaming stars that swam in the black heavens.

It should've been him...If only he wasn't such a coward.

[name] was beyond elegant. A brilliance who slipped away from him so easily.

Her entire childhood, she was in love with him, while he, on the other hand, eternally has a spot in his heart for her. She was special and nobody can replace her.

[Only know you love her when you let her go.]

Feathery snow rested upon his bicolored locks. Others, sadly, settled the volatile inferno. Albeit he didn't mind that. All he felt right now was the pang in his heart.

It hurts.

Why does it ache? There's no reason for it to be that way. He was never like this before. At least not until she went away with the love of her life. With her newlywed husband. Someone who is not him.

But there's no such evidence that this is the reason. After all, he's not in love with her.

[Only know you've been high when you're feeling low.]

The once graceful plucking of strings hitched along with his breath. Cement was unmistakably drying in his chest; hence his whole demeanor has sunken. Earlier, everybody's faces displayed faint blushes and huge grins, including him; the only difference is his was only a façade.

Maybe it was because she agreed to go abroad with her husband instead of staying in Japan—where her only best friend, Shouto, is living.

Why is that? Is there part of him that she despises that made her choose her husband instead? Was being there with her for nine years not enough for her? Or perhaps it's because their bond has always been and always will be merely platonic.

That pessimism she told him to get rid of lingered there and dwelled even deeper. Will she ever visit him? If ever, how long will it take for her to do so? What if she forgets him?

He didn't want to expect anything at all, yet the yearning left his mind befuddled and vague.

[Only hate the road when you're missing home.]

There were occasions he was furious at her, for in those days where she'll be away, he couldn't harbor the idea of another company.

How can he get over her?

Shouto shut his eyes once again, attempting to suppress the heat in the corner of his eyes; pleading internally that he forgets this whole night and the forthcoming ones.

But how can he not forget something that was already locked in his heart? The way their gazes fixated on each other so frequently earlier. She was ecstatic, but what about him?

In truth, he wanted to apologize. Though they may have parted ways on good terms, he still ached to empathize with her. To explain to her that in the past, whenever he grows distant at times when she gets too close to him, it is because he's afraid of what might result to the both of them. Because he's terrified that his excuse of a father might learn about it. Because he's scared he might hurt her. Because he's fearful of what would've followed if he did something when she confessed to him. Because she loves him so much back then—because, in the first place, he's not in love with her.

[Only know you love her when you let her go.]

But I suppose the silvery liquid trailing down his cheeks says otherwise.

And that because now, he knows that he's in love with her.

[And you let her go.]

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sorenskyhigh · 3 years

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Pets They Would Have pt. 2

Karasuno

Hisashi Kinoshita

Hisashi is a Train Company Employee. This means he works a lot of hours and just does not have the time to take care of, love and train any other pets

Fish are a really easy to take care of

All you have to do is remember to feed them and have a water filter to constantly clean their aquarium

Some fish, if handled when young, can get big and will let and love for you to pet them

But, they also are just very nice to have

Just to watch them swim around all of the plants with the light on at night

As I said, they don't need alot either

Hisashi could just let them be

They wouldn't beg or need constant love and attention like a mammal (dog, cat, rat, bird)

They also don't need constant vigilance for health issues or specialized diets like amphibian and reptilian pets

Hisashi is going to be tired when he gets home from work, so he needs a pet that is more ornamental than a chore

I feel if Hisashi were to have fish, he'd get the weirdest ones in the pet store

Hisashi seems to have a very strong inner child

So he would want either the flashiest fish, or the ones that cause a double take everytime their passed by in the store

He may get only one or two or get a whole tank full

I honestly feel like it could go one of two ways:

A- He has an aquarium for a wall in his house filled with his wild choice in fish or

B- He has a small, round, spherical bowl with two fish in it

It'd be funny if he had just the two fish to start with then they had babies even though the worker said they were both female

Obviously they weren't

They laid eggs and he had to transfer the female and daughters to one large tank and the father and sons to another so they wouldn't keep having babies

After this he has like 14 fish in total

Then he keeps finding himself at the pet store looking at the "ugly" fish no one wants

He buys these fish and ends up having two tanks that cover a whole wall

One's for his male fish the others for the females

But he screws up and learns the hard way that clownfush can change genders to help make babies

I'm being terrible to this poor guy let me stop

He so would be that fish owner to get real plants and "not those toxic plastic ones, how do they not hurt the fish???"

I honestly love the thought of Kinoshita just spacing out in front of his fish as he just watches them swim and do their own thing

Or if he were to only have a couple fish and he lets them get really big and pets them

Kazuhito Narita

Now, I know what you're thinking

Aren't Ferrets incredibly high maintenance?

Not really

Kazu ends up working at a Realty Firm

Generally their work hours are supposed to be around 40 hrs a week

But they often have to stay longer considering most clients can only meet up on weekday afternoons

So this means Kazu has to work a lot

Ferrets may be mischievous and a little destructive, but that's easy to fix

If a ferret is to be left at home alone for hours at a time, just get it a really big cage and tons of toys to play with

Plenty of food and water too, of course

But ferrets are honestly pretty chill

All they need is for you to clean out their cage around once a week, some light grooming here and there, and some time to run around

Apartment or house doesn't matter with ferrets

They love to just mess around and only need a couple hours of free time a day

They sleep most of the day, 17 to 20 hours usually

They also aren't very vocal

They have a specific noise they make when excited thats barely heard by most human ears

Fun fact about ferrets is they actually have pretty poor eyesight, but their sense of smell and hearing more than make up for it

The only real problems Kazu would have to worry about are hairballs getting lodged and dental issues, no different than a cat

I didn't pick a cat though bc, Kazu seems like the kind of person to have something that doesn't get riled up on a whim like a cat

Cats often have unpredictable moods, ferrets on the other hand can be energetic but won't get into a bad mood at the drop of a pin

They're generally very fun loving

Though, it is always recommended to get a pair

Ferrets are highly social animals, so they would need a buddy for when your not able to be there for them

Kazu would probably get one almost all white ferret and one almost all dark brown ferret for the symbolism

I love the thought of Kazu wrestling with one ferret, it wrapped around his hand, and then the other one if climbing on his back and sliding down the back of his shirt in playful retaliation

Tobio Kageyama

I really really wanted to give Tobio a turtle, but with him being a volleyball player in his adult life, that just won't work

Turtles need very specific temperatures and surroundings so they can live happily and healthily

I honestly feel in terms of personality, nothing but a cute little Eastern Box Turtle would fit him perfectly

I honestly struggled to find something that, to me, fit Kageyama Tobio but also would be manageable for him as a pro athlete

He's a very complex character and something with fur or feather just did not seem to suit him to me

The only problem is.......reptiles and amphibians are generally really demanding pets

From the food they eat, the the temperature their home has to be set at, its a lot of constant care

Some of them may not like constant physical touch, but they still need to be cleaned and have a constant watchful eye to check for any skin abnormalities

I decided on the African Fire Skink after much much MUCH consideration

These lizards don't get large, onky around 14-15 inches

And, unlike many reptilian nd amphibian pets, they don't require any specific heating or lighting

As long as your house isn't like consistently hot or cold or constantly changing between the two, their fine

They do need a substantial amount of dirt to dig and hide in

They mostly eat insects and one very rare occasion would appreciate a pinky mouse

These lizards are also shy and like to be admired from a distance

They don't like to be touched too much

They also have few and far between health problems uike other lizards

The only real problem is you can't find them at local pet stores but, they generally sell for around 25-70 USD

They also live for around 15-20 years

I feel like Tobio would have gotten his lizard as a middle schooler bc he didn't have very many friends, but he also didn't want a really needy pet since he doesn't know how to socialize well

Since this lizard like to be left alone, he could admire it from afar and this lizard could help him learn how to social better

Sorta.....

Imagine Tobio at a table in his room, doing some homework and the little Skink is just lazing about in a sunspot next to him 😍

Shoyo Hinata

YES YOU ARE SEEING CORRECTLY

At first for Shoyo I thought, okay maybe a hamster or a Guinea Pig or something like that

Ya know, something small but mighty and also, incredibly cute!

But I took a look at a list of pets that travel well and one of pets that can be left at howm for days with a proper care taker

I nearly shot myself bc I totally forgot that Hermit Crabs can be pets!!!!!

And they suit Shoyo so well!!!

They are small and sturdy

They fight back and pinch when threatened but can be very nice little pets to have

Hermit Crabs also love, sadly, for only around 10 years and can grow up to 6 inches long

Also, three to five shells per crab should be available

I am living for the idea that Hinata bought a bunch of shells for his crabs and painted them with little volleyballs and crows and ornage and black 🥺

These are good bc as long as you have someone reliable to feed them when they need to be while you're gone

Usually, if they're small, they're tiny wittle claws can't grab onto pellet food, so heir is a specific kind of almost dust like food for Hermit Crabs

Also, dark leafy greens like kale and broccoli or fruits like apples, bananas, and grapes are good too

Just choo them up really really tiny

They also need 2-3 inches of soil, silica play sand, and (optional) coconut fibers for them to burrow in when they molt

They also need a place for water to keep their little shells moist

They also need specific temps and maybe even mist their terrarium with water now and again

Something that us important and why Shoyi would need someone to come in and check on them is bc they are every vulnerable when molting

When a Hermit Crab molts they need to be separated from others so they don't get hurt

Like with many smaller pets you also have to thoroughly wash your hands before and after you touch them

Shoyo would fight Tobio when Tobio said his Crabs are boring and go into a long detailed argument about how each Crab has his/her own personality and how interesting they are

Kei Tsukishima

Did you expect this Dino loving nerd to have anything else other than a reptile?

I tried to find one, as you can imagine, that would fit his adult life schedule but also his personality

I really wanted to give him an Iguana or Chameleon butbthey were really demanding with care

Now.....I know

Anole are native to the Southern US and Southern Hispanic countries such as Mexico, Clolombua, and Venezuela

They are around 20cm long and only live a very short 3-5 years

Also if you own many most should be female and only one should be male if you choose to have any males at all

The males get very territorial and will fight one another

Also the males flair our their dewlaps (skin flap under their chin) in defense and when they feel threatened

The dewlaps are usually pink, red, or on the rare occasion blue

Females have these as well but don't flair them out as much

Anoles are very high energy but don't care to be touched too much

These lizards also can't be picked up by their tales as they have evolved to lose their tales and grow them back

Kei would like these as they are so odd

They're not only descendants of Dinosaurs but they can lose their tales and grow them back at will???

I feel like Kei would constant have new ones

His massive tank (you need big ones for these guys, they are very active and will resort to cannibalism if their space is too small) is never empty, always at least three

He has analbum on his phone of all of the Anoles he's owned and maybe even has a picture book with their names on it

Yamaguchi to this day is the o ky one that has had the privilege to see said book

Yamaguchi is also the only person Kei trusts to take care of his precious Anoles

And when one dies he has really small but none the less grand ceremony for a descendant of the mighty race of Dinosaurs

Yamaguchi always helps him set these up

I fell like he would give them really weird names as well

Like twig, stick, sock, glove, kneecap or some weird shit idk

I'll have Yamaguchi, Yachi, Yui, Natsu, and Saeko in the next one

My requests are open and I hope you enjoyed

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#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!#kinoshita hisashi #narita kazuhito #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei

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lilhemmo · 4 years

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i..uh.. need a fix it fic for tros... if you're interested

a/n: of course i’m interested :) need i say spoilers ahead?? omitting what i don’t want from canon (what i know) and adding in whatever i feel :)

Isolation is the one thing Rey knows best, so it’s the only thing that makes sense to her when she falls back into reliance on her survival instincts.

She tries the desert planet of her mentor.

The sand is all too familiar between her toes and in her teeth. The biting wind turns her cheeks to raw skin. The heat warms her whole body to a pink color, the flush on her cheeks fabricated from a sunburn.

It isn’t long before Rey remembers...she hates the sand.

And she feels the green calling out to her, night after night, when the desert cold settles in, chilling her down to the marrow.

It takes a while, but finally, Rey answers.

It is a siren song, reminding her of Han Solo’s warm smile as she took in the sight of a new planet for the first time. She can hear his voice ringing in her ears as she drives the Falcon towards a planet that screams brightly at her through the Force. She can smell the foliage through her connection with the life force of the entire galaxy; it calls to her with a voice as soft as the petals of an Anagallis flower.

As her feet touch the ground and fresh blades of grass split between her toes, she feels a wave of nausea force her to her knees.

Find me. Please, find me.

Rey covers her ears with her hands and pushes herself back to her full height. She winces at the familiar voice, tears surfacing in her eyes immediately while his words resonate in her mind.

“You’re gone,” she spits, angry with herself for falling so quickly back into hope. Still, she searches frantically for even the muted blue glow of the Force somewhere in the distance.

She sleeps in the Falcon with her staff tucked underneath a pillow. The low hum of the kyber crystal lulls her to sleep at night, drowning the voice reverberating in her head.

Every morning she finds herself something for breakfast - either a fish from the nearby river or a little animal in the woods - and she cooks it just under the shield of the Falcon, sitting on a log and picking under her fingernails when she’s done.

She thinks of how he might critique her, how he would despise the way she’s living. He means well, of course. Or rather meant well, given he can’t mean anything anymore. Even still, Rey swears that she can feel his heart beating in the background of her soul, pushing her forward each day with it’s strong song.

He starts to come to her in her dreams.

She decides to leave the green planet and find another.

This time it is blue.

Blue like his saber. Blue like his soul. Blue like his light.

All she can remember of him is blue.

Rey swallows thickly as she steps down from the Falcon’s steps to traverse onto the new planet, trying to shed her old skin like a reptile, moving on into the next step of her life.

As soon as her feet touch solid ground, something buckles in the Force.

Her heart beats heavy in her chest and sweat beads on her forehead. Rey feels a throbbing at the back of her mind, pulsing like a heartbeat. She follows where the Force leads, beckoning her closer to the edge of the planet, closer to the blue sea.

Her toes dip in when she hears his voice echo in the wind, “Find me. I’m here.”

Tears fall down her cheeks just as they always do when she hears his voice calling out to her like a dream. She shakes her head and water falls from the sky. Rey falls to her knees, digging her hands in the sand, water up to her elbows.

“I can’t fool myself any longer,” she cries out to the ocean. Her eyes burn with saltwater, “No more tricks, no more lies. Please. I’m tired.”

And then it’s no longer blue, but black.

Hollow, cold blackness.

Rey has felt this before - on Ahch-To, when the deep called to her then. Master Luke admonished her for her flailing towards the sadness that ironically gave her hope. She should feel scared, frightened even, but all she can taste is the honeyed thought of home just against the tip of her tongue. It begs for her to swallow, to allow the warmth to seep into her bones.

Instead, she meets the chill of the ocean. The tide rises and steam billows from the difference in temperature. Her heart hammers in her chest, eyes fluttering behind thin lids. Rey stands back to her feet, trousers soaked to her knees.

She remembers how she is supposed to be afraid of the dark, to scamper from it. Her limbs should be shuddering and her heart should be a block of ice in her ribs but all she feels is temptation and heat.

Rey swallows drily, her mouth turned to sandpaper, and then she dives.

She isn’t sure how she can breathe under the water. Maybe that’s the Force too.

Either way, Rey pushes herself until she gets to the part of the water that numbs her body. It brings her closer to the pulsing until her mind cannot focus, cannot feel anything but the Force overwhelming her, begging her to dive deeper.

Rey is afraid that if she dives too far, she may never come up for air.

Was this what Master Luke warned her about?

She does not have time to think because her fingertips brush over the hilt of a saber in the murky sand below. Rey’s fingertips wrap around the base of the saber and it is one she knows all too well - the cross-guard is unmistakable.

As both hands touch the hilt of the lightsaber, Rey is thrown backward against a jagged rock somewhere at the bottom of the ocean. The base of her neck cracks against the rock and her body falls limp into the sand.

A few bubbles part from her lips and then everything goes black.

“Foolish Jedi,” a voice murmurs, warm and gentle. “I suppose you’re not really a Jedi though now, are you?”

Rey feels her hair brushed away from her face and she wants to force her eyes open because she’s afraid she may be in danger, but her body won’t listen.

The voice is deep, rough from disuse, “I’m not sure how you found me. I’ve been calling to you.”

The voice is one from her dreams.

“Ben?” her voice cracks.

Rey wills her eyelids to open and she swears he is a dream. Or a nightmare.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he speaks, and she realizes his hands are against her neck and waist, just like the day he died. Tears spring to her eyes and Rey lurches forward, ducking her head into his neck. She will not take for granted their time, even if he is a figment instead of reality.

His arms wrap around her and he feels solid, but she won’t be tricked. He has been an imaginary thing in her mind for far too long for her to start trusting herself now.

“I’m here,” his voice echoes as if he were reading her mind.

Which, if she were to think too hard about it, he probably is. He’s been in her mind since the day he removed his mask and bared his soul to her. She grits her teeth and forces herself to look him in the eyes.

He is dark, but he is also light.

His clothes are all varying shades of black, and his eyes are deep, ebony to match his hair. However, the light in his irises, the hope in his voice - it all balances.

“I can’t take this,” her voice wobbles, but her hands find solid skin when she touches his torso. “This sick dream has turned into a nightmare and you haunt me. Can’t I be free of this pain?”

Rey’s words echo his from all those years ago - words he wailed to Han Solo before the flash of red and singed flesh filled the desolate air.

Ben looks over her frantically, as if trying to put together a puzzle she can’t quite see. He brushes the back of his palm over her cheek and she is reminded of the feel of his own skin under the pads of her fingers as he flashed her his final smile.

“Please, Ben,” her voice breaks. Rey sniffles and her shoulders shake.

He shakes his head, “I don’t know what to tell you, Rey. You found me. I thought you would be free of the pain that has clouded you since Exegol.”

“F-Found?” Rey echoes.

Her big, brown eyes look up at him like a confused animal and he has to fight back the desire to chuckle between his lips.

Instead, he nods, “Yes. I’ve been stuck in this, uh, this world between worlds of sorts. I can’t get out - at least not alone.”

Once she understands, it’s as if her whole world has turned back right-side up. Rey’s beaming smile returns and Ben feels his heart expand in his chest so much so that he fears his ribs may hurt, but he doesn’t care.

“I found you,” she repeats, her hands on his cheeks now.

All she can think about is his mouth, his touch. She wants to drown in it, like she did the ocean. Her hand flexes, remembering the lightsaber.

“Your saber.” Rey turns frantically, searching for the weapon. She swallows before turning back to him, “When I touched it, that is what brought me here.”

Ben blinks one time too many before focusing back on her face again. He shakes his head, “No matter. It’s a relic of a dead man, passed away when you healed me.”

As if seeing him for the first time, Rey draws the tip of her index finger down where his scar used to be - where Kylo used to be. The splitting of his soul in two.

“I didn’t even notice,” she murmurs, eyelids threatening to close with the nearness of him intoxicating her. She sighs and he chuckles just loud enough for her to hear him.

Ben is quiet for a moment, drinking her in slowly like she might disappear any second now. Rey does not break his eye contact, her soul unwilling to be apart from him again.

“I’m not sure how to get out,” he tells her, tone heady.

She watches as his lower lip trembles and she wonders what it would feel like against her own mouth. Rey looks around, breaking eye contact with him for a mere moment.

When her gaze returns to his, he’s instilled with a confidence he’s not sure he’s ever possessed.

“We’ll figure it out - together.”

It has been a long time since Ben Solo knew he could count on anyone other than Kylo Ren.

He’s not quite sure when this scavenger dug her own hole in his heart, but he knows better than to push her away. Instead, he tucks her further into his arms, heart beating wildly against the fabric of his shirt.

“I like the sound of that,” he mumbles, eyes flitting closed as his lips find hers for the first time in too long.

Rey loses herself in the taste of his lips, the feel of his body. His arms are around her like a cage, securing her so she won’t fall apart again.

She’s not quite sure when trusting him became second nature, but she knows better than to push him away. Instead, she grips him by the collar and the jaw and bruises his mouth with her own.

And for the third time, Ben Solo and Rey work together to fight a common enemy.

a/n: i actually really like this???? not real worried about how it works plot wise or lore wise, i’m just having a good time

#reylo #ben solo #rey #reylo fic #benrey #benrey fic #rey x kylo #rey x ben #rey x ben solo #ben solo x rey #kylo x rey #kylo ren x rey #my songs #star wars

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connorandersons-blog · 4 years

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Okie! So I got two very similar request, so I tried to do a combo of the two. Hope you like! @aum45-pastel

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Connor stared at the screen with a blank face, similar to how he looked when he wasn't deviant. He, however, was definitely deviant and this was different.

Most would see his face and think it was a lack of emotion, when it was the complete opposite. He had too many emotions running through his head, and he couldn't pin any of them down.

The case. The case had been hard. Harder than most, and he knew it was because it hit close to home.

It hit close to home because someone was mocking him. Five dead androids. Two Tracis, one Chloe, one AX400, and one YK500.

They weren't the same ones he almost killed, but it couldn't be a coincidence. No, someone knew and was doing this on purpose. But why?

There was barely any evidence, which made it all the more frustrating. They couldn't find any fingerprints, blood or any form of DNA at all. It was either done by an android or a very, very careful human.

If it was an android seeking revenge, why kill other androids? It just didn't make sense.

And this was Connor's fault. He knew that. He should have become deviant sooner, helped Markus free their people faster. But he was too slow, and he hurt his own kind because of it.

Now someone was out there torturing and killing androids because of him.

"Connor!" Gavin yelled, thumping him on the head. He quickly blinked and looked back at the past few minutes. It seemed he had been trying to talk to Connor the whole time.

Connor shook himself and plastered on a smile. It wasn't completely fake, he was glad to see Gavin.

After the revolution their relationship was rocky. They generally avoided each other at all costs, and Gavin didn't make any more comments.

Then one day Connor had had enough. He didn't want to feel this… tension between them anymore. So, he did what humans did. He brought him a peace offering in the form of coffee.

The detective seemed to be surprised, but he took it without complaint. He took a sip, keeping his eyes on Connor. He had almost told Gavin not to worry about poison.

But the man drank the whole thing in under two minutes. Which definitely was impressive considering the temperature of the coffee.

"Thanks dipshit," Gavin had grinned up at him. After that they seemed to get along. Gavin had even invited him out after work to a bar. Connor couldn't drink anything except water and thirium, but he readily agreed.

They got along better than anyone had imagined. It was now odd that you didn't see the two talking and joking together in the break room.

Then Connor had to go and ruin it by falling in love. He honestly tried not to, had tried to force the feelings down. It just didn't work.

"I'm sorry, I was preoccupied with the case, did you need something?" He tilted his head to the side. Gavin huffed and reached over to ruffle his hair.

Connor swatted his hand away, trying to fix his hair. Gavin seemed to have a thing for touching Connor's hair. Which, he was definitely not complaining about.

Gavin chuckled and half-sat on his desk. "Nah, you just looked, I don't know, unsettled. Is it the case?"

Connor glanced back at the terminal and sighed, letting his body slump forward. He let his forehead rest against Gavin's knee, closing his eyes. Gavin instantly started carding his hand through Connor's hair.

Thankfully Hank had gotten up to go do something, probably get more coffee. Otherwise he would be picking at Connor for this.

When Connor finally figured out that he was in love with Gavin, Hank was the first to know. He was worried that the other man would be angry with him. Thankfully Hank had just snorted and said that it was about time.

Now Hank had tried encouraging (if you could call it that) him to ask Gavin out. He knew Hank would see this and try to make it another point as to Gavin's supposed feelings for Connor.

"It's my fault." He mumbled. The hands in his hair stilled for a second before tugging. He knew Gavin wanted him to look up, but he had to admit the tugging felt good in an odd way.

He did slowly look up, and Gavin wiped away a tear Connor didn't know had fallen. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful your eyes are?"

Connor had to give himself a second to process what Gavin had just said. Gavin thought his eyes were beautiful? His face started heating up and knew he was blushing. He didn't really know what to say, it wasn't like he was complimented all that much.

"Thank you?" It came out more as a question. Gavin's hand was still cupping his face and it was starting to do weird things to Connor's brain.

Gavin hummed, and gave a very small nod. "You are. You're beautiful, Connor."

Fuck was the main word going through Connor's brain. There was no way he was hearing him right, but his audio processors were working perfectly fine (he checked).

"It's not your fault, ok? You need to stop thinking like that. That asshole would have killed anyway, even if you were never created." Gavin said, voice soft. "No one except you blames you for this."

It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest. This wouldn't stop him from tearing himself down, but it was wonderful to hear.

Connor slowly stood and Gavin didn't let him go. They were so close, 1.34 inches to be exact. He could easily lean forward, close the distance.

And that's exactly what he did.

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stingerpicnic · 5 years

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your smile brings sunshine/your tears bring rain (you're my whole world)

based on this post

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Relationship: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll/Snusmumriken | Snufkin

Characters: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll, Snusmumriken | Snufkin

Additional Tags: Fluff, Maybe a little angst, its really not that angsty actually, Established Relationship, Purring, im HERE for some cat snufkin content alright, moomin being his sweet self, flustered snufkin

He was doing it again.

He really wished Snufkin wouldn’t do this. They had been having such a nice time, too. Leaning against each other, tails hooked and paws held between them as they waited for fish to bite. It was a perfect autumn day. But Moomin felt the soft line of pressure on his side become harder as the minutes went by, the tail entwined with his growing restless. With every cool breeze that blew past them he could feel the pressure get just a little harder, a little more tense.

Still, he wasn’t going to bring it up himself. It was always best to let Snufkin take things at his own pace. He might be ready to do a great many things at a moments notice, especially where Snufkin was concerned, but Snufkin so often wasn’t. And the last thing Moomin wanted to do was trap him in a situation he wasn’t ready to deal with. Snufkin would speak when he was ready.

Moomin felt he had an idea what this was about, anyways. Just a couple years ago it would have been him in Snufkin’s position, but he felt so much more secure in their relationship now. Snufkin would come back in the spring and he really did need his winter journey. Moomin could see the difference it made when he returned in the spring. A certain tightness would begin building behind the mumrik’s eyes as autumn passed until the moment he left on his journey and it would have vanished by the time he returned.

So, Moomin understood that Snufkin had to have to leave him for the winter, he really did, even if it still made him a little sad to think about. Snufkin was obviously not ready to try staying through winter. Maybe he never would be. Which was fine, obviously. While Moomin would absolutely adore having Snufkin to cuddle up to during his hibernation, there was a certain joy seeing him race through that last stretch of forest to greet him in the spring, of seeing that expression of joy and relief and love , that nothing else could quite replicate.

He just would have thought that Snufkin understood that.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” Evidently not, though, if the guilt buried beneath a half-formed attempt at a matter-of-fact monotone had anything to say about it.

Moomin hummed, tightening his hold on the paw in his own. Snufkin squeezed back, which is a good sign.

“I really do have go,” that sounded even more anxious. They were really going to have to sit down and have another talk about this. Moomin hated seeing him do this to himself over something he so obviously needed.

“I know,” he said, trying his best to keep his worry and frustration out of his voice, instead softening it with as much care and understanding as he could.

“Do you have any idea where you’ll go this year?” he asks instead of “You know you don’t have to feel bad about that, right?” or “Do you really believe it isn’t fair of you to need this now that we’re together? It’s fair. I promise. I understand. The added closeness doesn’t have to trap you. I know you’ll come back. It’s okay,” or even “You know I love you, don’t you? And that nothing could change that?” like he wants to. He’s asked those questions before and he knows their answers. He also knows asking them now will only make Snufkin feel more guilty.

“I don’t know. I suppose I’ll go wherever my feet take me. Maybe I’ll visit that town with the light festival I saw a couple years ago again, it was wonderful to see the first time and I got the feeling the presentation would be different every year. That might be interesting.”

For a while after that, Snufkin was quiet, staring at the calm water in front of them. But Moomin could tell he wasn’t done. There was a certain feel to the silence that told him so. The air isn’t sitting right for that to be it. The hard line of pressure against his side hasn’t softened, Snufkin’s tail is beginning to twitch against his in earnest, and a glance at his face confirms that the tightness hasn’t lessened any.

Then, Snufkin pulls away, untangling them from each other, putting some distance between them. He doesn’t stand up, he’s not quite that worked up yet, but Moomin notes that his tail is well and truly thrashing now. He searches for his eyes and finds them already staring pleadingly into his, not avoiding his gaze at all. And while Moomin could stare into those beautiful eyes forever, seeing the full brunt of the distress on his face is not as fun.

Oh, honey , he thinks, you’ve really worked yourself into a right fit about this, haven’t you. Really, this isn’t what he’d meant when he’d said he wished Snufkin would talk to him about things. He had hoped it make him bring things up before it got this bad. They’d really have to talk about this later when they were both feeling more level headed.

He just hoped that it might stick this time. But if it doesn’t, he’ll do it again, and again, and again. He’ll tell Snufkin that he loves him, that he understands, that it’s okay he has needs he needs to be alone to fill until the mumrik believes him. And he’ll continue to do so even after that, because it’ll never stop being true.

It’s what Snufkin did for him, anyways, when his insecurities about their parting, about the possibility of him forcing Snufkin into something he doesn’t want, of making him feel stifled and trapped, reared their ugly heads. It was what you did when you loved someone. You told them so every day until they believed it and then you kept doing it.

It was a little ironic that they’d switched roles here, though.

“I have to leave, I have to see the world!” Snufkin was speaking again, but Moomin felt the words were less for him and more for Snufkin himself, somehow. “The world is so so big and it’ll only feel like I’m wasting it if I stay in one place all the time. Please understand, Moomintroll,” there was a hint of quiet desperation in his voice that broke Moomin’s heart to hear.

He had to think of something to say soon. Fortunately, he thinks that Snufkin just gave him the perfect opening.

As casually as possible, he says, “Oh, the world can’t be that big.”

Snufkin blinks at him, momentarily thrown out of whatever torrent of repressed emotion that had been raging inside his head by the sheer unexpectedness of such a response. “...What?” he asks like someone who’s read the same book a thousand times only to find another copy that read differently.

“Well, you know, it can’t be that big. I’d say it’s surprisingly small, actually, after hearing all the times you’ve gone on about how big it is” he says.

“...You only say that because you’ve seen so little of it,” Snufkin says, the words dragging out of him like he’s not entirely sure it’s wise to say them but still curious as to where he’s going with this. Oh, he can tell that Moomin is up to something with this line of conversation. He probably thinks he’ll ask to join him on his travels again.

Moomin hums a dissenting note. “ I’ve seen enough to know it’s beautiful and lovely and wonderful. It’s full to bursting of so many good, lovely things and still, surprisingly, small enough that I can fit the whole of it in my paws.” Gosh, he sounds soft to his own ears saying that, like melted chocolate and plush pillows. He finds it appropriate.

Snufkin looks even more confused now, face scrunching up in a way Moomin can’t help but think is adorable. But he looks like he’s about to protest, so Moomin decides to get on with it, carefully reaching over and cupping Snufkin’s face in his paws like he’s the most precious thing in the world, because he is.

“There, see? It fits perfectly.”

Snufkin’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open. His face just keeps getting redder as the seconds tick by. Moomin can feel the heat of his blush through his fur and he quietly thinks that a flustered Snufkin is also an adorable Snufkin. He should really do things like this more often. It’s been such a good distraction technique so far, too.

“...Moomintroll…” Snufkin whispers, sounding awestruck and quite like he’d like to pull his hat down over his face right about now. But he doesn’t, he continues looking back at him, refusing to hide from this, from him.

Instead, slowly, Snufkin’s paws come up to cover his own, like he’s been given something unbelievably fragile. He’s staring up into Moomin’s eyes like he’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen, like Moomin hung the stars in the sky for him to admire, like he’s lovestruck, and it makes warmth bloom in Moomin’s chest. It’s so much he feels like he might burst. He’d very much like to kiss him right now, he thinks.

So he does. He softly presses his snout into Snufkin’s forehead, knocking his ha askew in the process, because he can think of nothing sweeter than forehead kisses and he finds that appropriate. Snufkin deserves nothing but the sweetest things the world has to offer. He feels Snufkin’s temperature raise another degree. He’d be worried if he didn’t know it was just a blush, but nothing bad could possibly be accompanied by the loud purring that erupts from Snufkin’s chest, anyways. As it is, he’s pretty proud of himself.

When he pulls back, he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. “It looks like we got a bite, Snufkin!” he says, carefully pulling his paws out of his hold and managing to sound at least mostly normal.

Snufkin, though, is still frozen in place, purring loudly with wide eyes and a red face, while Moomin moves off to calmly reel in their lines and place the their latest catch in the bucket they’d brought along.

“I think we’ve caught enough fish for today,” Moomin says, glancing at the bucket.

He walks over to Snufkin, holding his paw out to help him up, “How about we head back and make ourselves a meal?”

“...Yeah, sure, sounds good,” is the dazed response he gets, but Snufkin paw closes around his own and pretty soon they’ve cleaned up and are walking back home with paws clasped, so Moomin counts the day as a success.The purring he doesn’t stop hearing for the rest of the day lets him know he’s done something right, anyhow. Even if he doesn’t see Snufkin’s face again for the next several hours due to a certain green hat.

They’d have that talk a little later, but they would have it, so help him.

#snufmin #snufkin #moomin #My writing #......soft

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kingofthewilderwest · 7 years

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Wow :0 I'm going be to the point and tell you that you're really cool and thoughtful and you've done and incredible job with your blog here! (The name is superb btw 🙏🙏🙏) And you're super friendly too! So, since this is where the questions are usually asked, I'll ask one too. Besides Hiccup's quality of loyalty and his continual striving for peace through even the worst odds, what do you think really makes his character stand apart so much from the others? And—favorite book or movie quotes?

Ah, thank you so much for the nice words! :) :) :) You gave me a big smile when I read your message.

I feel like all of the characters in the dragon riding group stand apart from one another in different ways. Hiccup’s drive for peace is the thing that I think gives him the most stand-out trait, but I also think there are a few other things that make him interesting.

Another thing I find important is that Hiccup is an out-of-the-box thinker. His solutions are not conventional. As someone who felt left out from Hairy Hooligan society, he developed inventive means of trying to fit in - creating new weapons that would compromise for his weak body strength, for instance. But Stoick says that even from the start Hiccup was different. I believe it’s Hiccup’s mind. Hiccup has a novelty to his approach, and he doesn’t look at society just as it is, but what else it could be. He’s not as constrained to the limits of his culture as many of the other characters are - for instance, Astrid is able to fit well into her society and become a valuable member, but she’s not a revolutionary. Hiccup, rather, is the one with the revolutionary ideas, the plethora of inventions, and the creative strategies to get out of tangled situations. Look at how Hiccup works in a fight. He doesn’t just fight people head on. He comes up with something clever and unconventional to best his foes.

Interestingly enough, these stand-out traits that Hiccup has are ones that help him be a leader. Since these traits pop out in such a good way, and the other youths see that, they’re fully willing to let him take the leadership position. With the combination of his revolutionary thinking and his desires for peace, he can pave the way to new frontiers. He can handle dangerous situations. He can create a society no one else could have envisioned. He’s a visionary.

As far as quotes are concerned, I’m assuming you mean quotes from Hiccup himself? My favorite quotes from Hiccup mostly come from the book series. As amusing as the sarcasm quotes are from Hiccup in the DreamWorks world, what truly inspires me is the deep wisdom we hear from Hiccup in his prologues and epilogues, and the statements he makes about his convictions of peace. I love things like:

For a Hero cannot triumph all the time. Sometimes he will be defeated, and how he faces that defeat is a test of his character. (How to Steal a Dragon’s Sword)

Great things are only made out of love and out of pain. A great sword must be made out of the very best steel. But what truly makes the sword great is what happens to the sword after it is made. We call this the “testing” of the sword. The sword is bashed and hammered and hollered into shape by the bright hammer. It is thrust into the fierce heat of the fire, where it softens, and then it is quickly quenched in water, where it hardens again. The higher the temperature, the fiercer the fire, the tougher and the greater the sword eventually becomes. The whole testing process can make a sword, or break it. The same could be said for the making of a Hero. (How to Betray a Dragon’s Hero)

“I will never give up fighting you… even though it is too late… even though all is lost… even though it is impossible… never never never…” (How to Betray a Dragon’s Hero)

“I know in my heart that you are a Hero in the making. We all make mistakes. We all need second chances and even third, fourth, and fifth chances. Maybe you just needed to have that one last fight with me, and then you’d be able to join our side.” (How to Betray a Dragon’s Hero)

I don’t have the books on me right now (yay, books being in storage units), but I also ADORE the ending to book seven. And Hiccup’s concluding comments about Snotlout at the end of book eleven? I don’t have the book on me, but my memory tells me it’s something like, “I will carry you with me, every step I take, every decision I make. Adieu, Snotlout. We will meet again in a better world than this one.” It’s beautiful.

So to have Hiccup make that quote at the end of HTTYD 2, “We are the voice of peace, and bit by bit, we will change this world”? Hits me right in the feels.

So also does the quote from a deleted moment in HTTYD 2, when Hiccup tells Toothless, “I won’t leave you. I won’t let you go.”

Yeah... there’s definitely a pattern to my favorite quotes! That which deals with determination, with a conviction to make a difference, with loyalty and love, with a desire for peace... those are the quotes that make my soul sing.

If you want other quotes outside of Hiccup, I suppose I can plop in a few posts:

Quotes representing Hiccup the First, Second, and Third

Favorite quote for each book character

Favorite quotes from How to Fight a Dragon’s Fury

#hardypartyarty #httyd books #Cressida Cowell #httyd #How to Train Your Dragon #How to Fight a Dragon's Fury #How to Betray a Dragon's Hero #my analysis #analysis #ask #ask me #Hiccup #book!Hiccup

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