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whalesforhands · 5 months

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of public transport and amusement parks

summary: gojo satoru has been sheltered his whole life, never having seen the amenities available to the general populace until his first year of highschool. (ft.first year!sashisu)

The turnstiles clatter against a certain someone’s thigh, a clench of teeth, red cheeks and the shine of a slightly teary gaze as his hands quickly fly to grip onto the affected area.

Gojo Satoru is not going to admit he was hurt by the inanimate gate that allowed entrance into what his classmates called ‘public transport’.

“What an idiot.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping upon an iced coffee, the bitterness lingering on her tongue as she crossed her arms, her totebag shifting slightly as she rolled her shoulder.

“Rich people are certainly a different breed.” Geto Suguru is less than impressed by that new pompous classmate of his, a quirked brow and narrowed eyes.

“Is he… Okay?” You’re in two minds as your nervous eyes flitter between your all too calm classmates and the one practically kneeled over in pain.

“He’s perfectly fine. Look at him.” Suguru’s tilting his head towards the boy that was limping towards your little group, a frown on his face and words said through gritted teeth. “Commoner amenities…”

“Oho? I thought you were the one who wanted to go?” Geto’s face is smug as he watches irritation emanate from his classmate, your form inbetween the both of them as you feel the tension raise.

Oh no.

“Spouting off as if you’re so high and mighty, am I starting to rub off on you, Weird Bangs?” A provocation as sunglasses start to slide down the length of his nose.

“Dream on, pretty boy. I’d rather swallow a thousand curses.” Flared purple meet egoistic blue.

“Why? Don’t feel like talking things out with me?” A smirk upon his good-looking face. “I’ll make sure to say everything real~ slow for your ears.”

Rising attitudes and sparks fly.

(You’re trying to hide your face behind your sunhat and pretend you don’t know these two.)

“Oiii, train’s coming in 2 minutes.” Thank goodness for Shoko, you feel her arm hoop around your arm. A hushed whisper under her breath.

“Let’s go before they start a brawl.”

Grand opening of XY Amusement Park! The largest ferris wheel, the fastest rollercoasters, a beautiful carousell and much more! Come enjoy a fun-filled day of adventure with your family and friends!

(Not to mention the cheap entrance fee just for students.)

And Gojo Satoru was hooked. It was a spur of the moment decision, a yearning want in his chest, an impulse that pushed him to burst into the dorm loungeroom, flyer in hand and sparkling eyes that expected full compliance.

“Huh?” Geto Suguru is blinking at the flyer basically thrusted into his face. “You’re into this kind of thing?” Copper-purple scan over the colourful words and cute mascots littering the paper before he lifts an arm to push it away.

“Stop smushing it onto my face, I can see perfectly—“

“Weird bangs, I demand you to show me the way to this!” The flyer is pulled away to reveal an all-encompassing blue that commanded attention; a hint of childish excitement within those sparkling orbs.

A look of disgust. “No way. Get there yourself.” Geto easily dismisses him as his gaze flits back to the book upon his lap. “This kinda thing is a waste of time.”

A quick rejection, but as a Gojo, he won’t give up so easily.

“Oi, healing girl! How do I get to this place?”

“I-ei-i-ri.” She slowly enunciates each syllable of her last name, her grimace slowly devolving into a smirk upon her face as she notices the irritation on the white-haired boy grow. “Why? Can’t figure it out yourself, genius?”

She still hasn’t forgiven him for eating the strawberry roll cake you had bought for her earlier this week.

Another rejection. Will he really not get to go afterall…? Maybe he can ask Yaga or somethin— His ears perk up at the sound of a muted squeak.

Crystal blue immediately shoots to your form reading a magazine on the sofa, hiding your face away behind the papers as you curl up and make yourself seem small.

A devious grin.

“Sayyyyy…” He thinks for a moment, eyes narrowed and a smirk upon his face. “(name).” A shiver runs down your spine at the mention of it, drawled out with each syllable enunciated with an underlying motive.

“You know, I’ve always been locked away in my home.” There’s a groan from Geto at your side, a chuckle from Ieiri at the table.

Gojo chooses to ignore both of them. “It’s been so lonely… And I’ve never gotten to experience such peasant activities.” A sideways glance reveals that his head is downturned, a melancholic smile upon his face.

“It would be nice to have some memories…”

You can still sense the evident pompous nature in his words, yet you still freeze in expected guilt, nervous eyes hooked onto the same sentence you’ve been rereading since he entered the room. It looks like ruffles are a charm point this season…

A patter of socks against the wooden floor, and he’s towering above your sitting form, sunglasses pinned onto your ‘distracted’ self.

“You wouldn’t deny me the chance to have a normal highschool life, would you?” A pout in his words as you slowly start to lower the magazine.

Maybe it’s a good thing that he wants to involve himself in such activities…

——

“None of you have any sense at all~” Ieiri Shoko is absolutely glowering with pride, a flip of her short hair as she holds onto the stuffed whale that she had just won. A lovely blue, fluffy and mochi-like in texture, beady little eyes and a dopey smile. It was adorable.

A win of the century, as compared to the tiny windchime Geto held and the empty hands of Gojo.

“How did you even do that…?” Suguru is at a loss for words as his little consolation prize jingled lightly.

“Huh? You don’t get it?” Shoko’s smile grows ever wider. “It’s just like a fwoo, you have to let it go; then it just happens.” The look on her face was just too proud, the explanation just far too lousy.

Gojo Satoru’s head steams with confusion as Geto Suguru just scratches his head.

“Too bad then.” She’s humming as she approaches you with her grand prize. “(last name), here.”

Your eyes are widening slightly, squeezing the softness of it in your hug. It’s— freaking adorable.

“You’ll… Really give this to me?” Your face feels hot, embarrassment and gratitude flooding through your very veins.

“(last name).” A snap of fingers fail to snap you out of the staring trance you were in. Confused brown following your trail of sight to the large, fluffy mass that was the whale you couldn’t keep your eyes off of. A carnival prize?

“Oiiii.” She tries again, and there’s yet another failure, your eyes still blank. Looks like there’s only one solution. She turns around to face the arguing duo, cutting in their conversation.

“Anyone up for a challenge?”

“Thank you, Ieiri…!” You stare down at its beady little eyes. “I love it!” A cuddle into its face as you giggle.

The smile upon your face is worth it enough for her, a satisfied hum leaving her as she twirls her hair.

“Show-off.” Gojo crosses his arms as he pouts. He clearly could’ve won that too!

“If you’re so upset,” Shoko’s eyes gleam with mischief as they spot the haunted house attraction close by. “I have just the perfect thing.”

——

“Ieiri…?” You’re whispering into the still darkness as you take a step forward, arms crossed tight to your chest as you continue forward slowly. “Are you there…?”

(The haunted house required you to place everything you held into a locker for safekeeping.)

“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of—“ She’s cut off abruptly as a hand appears on her shoulder, pulling her into the darkness unnoticed as you turn the corner.

Now you’re all alone, wandering the creepy halls lined with lingering shadows and unsettling sounds that made you squeak in surprise. It wasn’t long before a jumpscare caused you to turn tail, backing up quickly only to hit something akin to a person, your screams echoing through the halls before a hand is placed over your mouth.

“Please calm down—“ The familiar calming voice of Geto Suguru is blown into your ears. “It’s just me.”

(Oh. You feel like smacking him for scaring you like that.)

——

You can barely make out the silhouette of him in this dreary dark, always trailing a little too far from him. “Ah— Here. Hold onto my arm.”

“Are you scared, (last name)?”

You nod, only to hear a laugh that makes you hot with embarrassment, your body immediately facing away from him with a self-conscious pout. “Sorry, sorry.” You hear him stifle his chuckle. “We quite literally deal with curses. It’s funny that you’re still afraid of such things.”

“I-It’s just the atmosphere…! I’ll be fine after we get—“

There’s a sudden crying wail of a child, one that causes you to jump in surprise, your classmate immediately standing in front of you protectively as he feels you tense up.

“Mama…! Mama, I’m sorry! I won’t run away from you anymore!” There’s a little boy sitting upon the ground, knees to his chest and crying. “Please save me…!”

“(last name),” His eyes turn to look down at you. “You can open your eyes now, it’s not a jumpscare.”

Geto was the first to realize.

Are the staffs not around? How could they miss him? You notice the ordinary civilian clothing he donned, out of place from the ‘deep sea terror’ theme of the haunted house.

He certainly was not an attraction.

——

“And your name?” The little boy was held in your arms as he continued to sniffle lightly, small hand gripping onto your shirt as you walked towards the exit.

“Junpei…” He blows his nose into Suguru’s handkerchief. “Yoshino…”

“Yoshino,” Your voice takes on a stern, yet all too gentle tone. “It’s bad to run from your mother. She could be so worried about you, you know?”

You feel him bury his face into your shoulder, a whimper coming from his already small voice.

“You have to apologise to her, okay?”

“Okay… I promise, big sister…”

Geto Suguru finds it funny how your fear disappeared the instant you had to help someone, how quickly you disregard everything else. You didn’t even notice that you were walking ahead of him, fear absolutely dissipated as you near the exit.

“You’re a good kid, Yoshino.” A grin on your face is just barely seen, a look of gentle fondness and happy eyes.

He thinks it’s kind of cute.

——

“Crepes.” He repeats the words back to you as you hold the strawberry cream flavoured one out to him.

“Yes, Gojo-san…”

(Geto was actually off puking his guts out after losing to Gojo in the parfait-coaster showdown. Just what kind of monster is this menace to be able to down 5 overly sweetened parfaits without a sweat? Especially after they had just rode the biggest rollercoaster available there 7 times in a row.

Ieiri just wanted a smoke break.)

So that left the both of you. Alone. Together.

“Um— G-Gojo-san, would you like—“ Your eyes are darting throughout the park. You really, really feel the awkwardness of being left alone with him without Ieiri or Geto here to subvert his attention towards them.

“Crepes?! I-I’ll pay!”

That’s 1300 Yen down the drain…

“So this is what I’ve seen in all those anime.” He’s close, poking at the treat and the shine of the glaze. “Commoner street food.”

“Ahaha— Ha… Yea.” You want to die, gulping nervously when you catch a glimpse of the wholly unimpressed gaze he gives you. The dessert is gingerly plucked from your hands, an almost bored gaze having trained their eyes on it, before they flicker back up to you.

He’s unnerving.

You’re twiddling with your fingers, eyes looking to the side as you feel sweat start to form from your nerves. Please, please…! Any god up there please make him stop scrutinizing you so much…!

“…it’s— Good!” His eyes are shimmering, cream on the corner of his lips as he takes another bite, and another, and another. There’s an entire crepe stuffed into his mouth before he knows it.

A jolly melody gallops into his ears, his eyes widened, sparkling with childish wonder.

“What? Whatcha staring for?”

“Your lips—“ You point to the corner of your own pair. “There’s something there…”

A pointed stare and following silence.

“Well? Get it for me?” It’s expectant, almost as if he was asking you what you were waiting for. Is this a byproduct of being waited on hand and foot? Nevertheless, your own handkerchief is produced from your pocket, leaning up to dab lightly at his chin.

It was meant to be a joke. He didn’t expect you to actually— Did you always smell so good? Your sudden close proximity shoots a tingle into his cheeks, hell, not even those maidservants got this close to him—!

“O-oi—“ Your eyes look up to stare at his, head tilted to the side and a pretty (colour) that he never really got to look at up close, his hand subconsciously holding onto your wrist as you began to pull away.

Did you always look so—

“Uhm… Did you want the handkerchief too…?”

A breeze flutters by your hair, the swaying in the wind causing a swirling in his heart. His eyes are slightly widened as they keep staring into your own, a pause in the atmosphere as his senses are all focused on you.

(He’s just been staring at you. You really want to run away now.)

“I-I’m sorry, you can have it too…” You release your wrist from his grip and place the cloth onto his palm, nervous stuttering and tripping of your words. “I think I heard Geto calling for help…”

And you ran. (You really liked that handkerchief…!)

Gojo Satoru realizes there’s quite a few things he doesn’t know about you, the fabric of your handkerchief soft against his palm the flutters of it much alike his heart.

——

“What are you listening to?” His voice is quiet, smooth on your ears that tingle slightly due to the proximity.

“Just… Something, I suppose.” Your whisper back to him is barely audible, trying to keep your conversation hushed as Shoko’s head nuzzled on your lap. If you’re being honest… You have no clue what you’re listening to, the old portable music player softly murmuring lyrics into your ears.

“I don’t think I know this song…”

The mere sight of seeing Gojo Satoru passed out upon Geto Suguru, your whale plushie hugged tight to his chest and his head lolling about the long-haired boy’s shoulder as drool seeped from the corner of his lip.

(You’d think that your usually gentle classmate would throw him off… But you’re pleasantly surprised he didn’t. It’s strangely… Relaxing right now.)

“…do you like it?” His soothing voice is refreshingly clear within the mumbling snores of your 2 other classmates.

“Mmm…” Your eyes close to focus on the sound just a little bit more. You don’t think you can really decide, or make an unbiased decision when your heart just feels so at ease.

A decisive hand removes the bud from the side closest to Geto, body shifting ever so slightly and nudging a fast asleep Ieiri that doesn’t stir. Your careful fingers gently prod his ear, a sheltered lull playing that begets an amused chuckle.

He could just imagine your face right now, proud, and anticipating silently for his reaction as he loses focus on the song.

It was on that day that Geto Suguru decided that you really were cute.

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Notes:

Shoko and Suguru only decided to go after you agreed to bring Satoru.

Gojo Satoru has been to amusement parks before. It’s just that whenever he went, the entirety of the park was booked, an army of bodyguards followed him to-and-fro in utmost silence and it was just… Lonely and unenjoyable.

Jujutsu High provides assistants that will drive students to their mission sites. Keyword; Mission sites. Hence Gojo’s request for private transportation was denied.

Gojo Satoru learned that taking the train isn’t as complicated as it seemed.

Geto got separated from Gojo in the haunted house, and he found you by following your screams.

nvy’s aftertalk:

guys i had so many rejected drafts for this i couldn’t decide which ones to put 😭😭

#dyf au #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #satosugu x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader

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ourdadai · 6 months

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oi ane, faz muito tempo que não dou as caras aqui mas saiba que ainda te aprecio muito!

se não for incomodo poderia fazer locks dos minsung — straykids? preciso delas para uma personalização específica e nada melhor do que pedir para você. você quem faz as locks mais bonitas!

stray kids [ minsung ] lockscreens ♡

oiii, muito obrigada pela preferência e pode ficar a vontade para fazer seus pedidos, amo os minsung <3

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kyuala · 2 months

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Oi amg! se os meninos conhecem a música brasileira, qual você acha os artistas e os gêneros musicais que o cast ia gostar? Tipo um mpb, bossa nova, rap , funk

oiii meu amor! ai obrigada pela ask 🤭 acabei fazendo alguns como se eles já fossem brasileiros mesmo mas vamos lá vamos pensar 💭

meu deus o enzo ia amar mpb e bossa nova é a cara deleeeee essas coisas 😭 vou ficar devendo artista específico até pq eu mesma não conheço mto mas ele prefere os originais das antigas e não os novos ☝🏼 vejo mto as divas aki do site falarem dele com belchior e confio mt nelas!!

o pardella curte tudo e mais um pouco com este homem não tem tempo ruim!! mas sou APAIXONADA na ideia dele com estilos bemmmm populares que dá pra ir em qualquer buteco e dançar agarradinho ☝🏼 então fica aqui meu voto pro samba (prefere original tbm, tipo um fundo de quintal, um zeca pagodinho sabe?) e pro forró (aqui vai qualquer uma mas ctza que ele ama um aviões e um falamansa ‼️)

a gente fala mt do matías com funk mas já que é pra colocar ele na skin de enzo cria de condomínio paulista vamo logo meter um rap nacional e principalmente trap! desculpa mas isso é a cara dos mlk mandrake playboy branco aki de sp e cito como fonte incontestável o story dele com música do sabotage ☝🏼 o sonho dele é casar com uma tasha tracie e o artista nº1 no spotify wrapped 2023 dele foi o veigh xau (coloco o lain nessa categoria aqui tbm - com o adicional de que ele AMA um brega funk e dança todos!)

o fran vcs vao me desculpar mas tem uma carinha de quem ADORA uma diva pop! nao acho q ele tipo chegue a ser anitter ou sonzer ou algo do tipo mas ta sempre antenado nos lançamentos das maiores da cena do pop br (e das menos mainstream tb! tipo a marina sena, a duda beat) e tem um carinho especial pela cena e cultura drag!!!! ama uma vittar e uma gg e AH cito aqui tbm o fenômeno cultural BANDA UÓ 🗣️‼️ sabe várias coreografias e se joga mtoooo nas baladas qdo toca as que ele conhece

o kuku é um grande enigma pra mim 😭 ia falar que pra ele td ta bom nao tem preconceito nenhum e tbm escuta de tudo que vc colocar PORÉM acabou de me ser revelado aqui em sonho que ele por ele mesmo escutaria bastante rock nacional!!!! gente pensa comigo, ele tem uma carinha de quem adoraria pitty, skank e principalmente os clássicos, ama um titãs, um capital inicial, um legião urbana, paralamas 💭 é a CARA dele !!

pro pipe acho que diria quase o mesmo que pro matías (apesar de achar que trap/rap combina mais com o matías mesmo) então ficamos aqui com o funk!! tb curte mto um rockinho nacional (herança dos pais dele) mas no off pra ele não tem mta frescura ou mto segredo ele ouve o que tá bombando e nao eh mto de artistas mas sim de playlists ☝🏼 todas que tão tocando atualmente nos rolês que ele cola ele ta escutando, é apaixonado por um mega (principalmente se for sampleado de hit gringo anos 2000) e ta com aquariano nato no repeat desde que estourou 💭

apesar de tbm ser MUITO do funk também (sabe vários passinhos e manda sem vergonha alguma na rodinha fodase) o simón é mto do PAGODE meu Deus do céu!!!!!! agora imagina vc aqui comigo um simón td alegrinho de cerveja, te puxando pela cintura com um sorrisão mais bobo q tudo e te recitando a letra de camisa 10 da turma do pagode junto com a caixa de som já meio prejudicada que trouxeram pro churrasco entre amigos 💭💭💭💭 FALA SÉRIO MANAS este homem GRITA a energia romântico cafajeste e putífero que apenas o pagode exige e exala!!!! e ele não tem mta frescura tbm não viu? curte os mais novinhos e atuais mas pra ele nada supera os clássicos de 1990/2000/2010 do exalta, da turma do pagode, do sorriso maroto, do pixote 🛐 tbm não nega um sambinha e vê o zeca pagodinho como figura paterna

o rafa e o santi me passam vibes de que adoram um vocal feminino (os amantes de mulheres q nois gosta 🤭) então não sei mas me veio marisa monte (e tribalistas ‼️) e outras divas da mpb na cabeça!

o della corte tbm me passa mto vibes de um rockinho nacional mas vou ignorar em favor do meu headcanon favorito: della agroboy do centro-oeste que adora um sertanejo 🛐💭 pode ser um modão das antigas ou um universitário mais recente que nao interessa ele ta curtindo e cantando todas as letras junto! ama dançar agarradinho também, tem um fraco pelas de corno e sofrência (apesar de ser tão de boa e cabeça firme na vida amorosa dele q nunca nem passa por isso) e não aceita que discordem que a rainha de tudo é a marília (e ta correto! 🗣️)

o blas já temos uma noção pela playlist brazuca dele rs então eu encaixo ele quase nas mesmas categorias que o kuku e o matías: ele ouve de tudo um pouco quando ta com os amigos mas ele mesmo não é mto chegado em tudo não - conhece e curte mto rock clássico dos anos 80 por conta dos pais e cresceu ouvindo charlie brown jr, mas daí acabou conhecendo bastante rap e trap (principalmente os mais atuais - tudo culpa do matías) por conta dos amigos e hoje praticamente só ouve esses 3 sons

é isso vidas espero q tenham gostado! 😘

#se eu esqueci de alguem vcs me fala #la sociedad de la nieve #lsdln #lsdln cast #lsdln x reader #enzo vogrincic #agustín pardella #matías recalt #fran romero #esteban kukuriczka #felipe otaño #simón hempe #rafael federman #santi vaca narvaja #blas polidori #agustín lain #agustín della corte #mari.doc

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ywpd-translations · 6 months

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Ride 754: Departure

Pag 1

4: As expected, two spare frames is our limit

Even though I tried to collapse three rows of seats

Pag 2

1: Onii-chan, do you really want to leave the shop's van behind?

3: Well, the final destination is Kyuushu anyway, so if we bring this one too it will cost a lot of money

4: For now, put everything in that box and load it into the bus

5: I'll miss you, Van-zou-kun

(a nickname that Miki-chan gave the van herself)

6: The inside is almost done

The inside!

Pag 3

1: As expected, Sugimoto is familiar with the preparations fro the Inter High

Well, it's the third time, after all

2: It's because until now you've been the one who has watched me work closely the most

And you have a talent for it

Really?

3: Ah...

4: One of the spare bikes you put in is your Colnago?

6: Yes

7: Because in this Inter High your name has been put as a reserve as the “seventh man”

8: I'll support everyone with all I have in order to not having to use it

Pag 4

1: Oiii!!

'morning

Good morning

Pag 5

1: I don't like mornings....

Oi, stand up! Walk, Issa, straight forward!!

Good morning, teh!!

2: Kakakaka well...!!

3: I'm glad sensei could come pick us up this morning

Haha

4: We definitely went over the seating capacity!!

Forget it, it's over now!! No such thing happened!!

Haha

5: Onoda-kun became something like this

Something like what

Pag 6

1: First years and second years, good work!! Since it's so early in the morning

Good work!!

'work!!

Good work!!

2: Thank you for getting everything ready

Yeah

3: This time the venue is in Kyuushu

4: So there's no way we can bring all the team members with us

Good luck!!

We'll cheer you on from here!!

Please bring us souvenirs!

Take care...!!

5: I would have liked to just go there by plane, but we can't afford it

So we're first going to Kanagawa's harbor

6: Then, there, to Kyuushu

Pag 7

1: On a ship!!

2: Only bring on the ship what you'll use

Yessir, teh!!

That's too much!!

Pag 8

4: It started moving!!

Let's go on deck now!!

Okay!!

Don't run

Pag 9

2: Ahead of here there's Kyuushu!!

3: The place of our decisive battle

4: My heart is pounding in my chest

Pag 10

1: I can't stop my excitement!!

We'll disembark in 25 hours!!

2: Finally, the Inter High, teh!!

3: Run!! Let's unleash everyone's strength!!

5: Let's fulfill our last promise, Manami-kun!!

#yowamushi pedal #yowamushi pedal translations #yowapeda #yowapeda manga #yowamushi pedal manga #yowamushi pedal spoilers #ride 754 #i hope sensei is okay this is the second short chapter in a row :(#i dont mind really i just hope he's in good health!#anyway even if short this chapter is lovely #kabuuuuuu you little disaster i love you ashgdsfkgsdfjsd #also let there be known that i love sohoku! they're always the best team for me!!#i love them!! My boys!!

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moni-logues · 1 year

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When he asks you to move in together

Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

Genre: domestic, fluff

Content: reader is drunk af and then hungover; that's really it

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: Miscommunication means you end your night at Yoongi's apartment and he ends his at yours; Yoongi suggests a simple solution.

You scream silently as the electronic lock rings out throughout the apartment; its bleeping penetrating the silence with inappropriate glee. You grimace as you tiptoe in and gently place the door back in its frame. Again, the lock announces itself, bleeping to signify that the door is secure. You grimace and freeze, listening for any sign that someone was disturbed by your entrance. Nothing stirs, so you carefully take off your shoes, place them on the floor and pad, in just your socks, to the bedroom. You make it without crashing into anything, despite your stumbling, and you take a deep breath to try to wake your mind up a little before turning your attention to the second door in your way.

Agonisingly slowly, you grip the handle and turn; every muscle in your body feels tense from trying to be quiet. You find that it has a surprisingly stabilising effect and you are able to stop swaying, even though the apartment continues to tilt and twist around you. You know Yoongi’s expecting you but you still don’t want to disturb him. You know how hard he’s been working recently; it has been difficult to find time to spend together which is precisely why you’re creeping into his apartment after a night out. You might not be able to spend the night together but at least you can wake up with each other in the morning.

As you pop your head around the door, carefully releasing the handle as you do, confusion hits you. There’s no one in bed. In fact, the bed is made; no one has even slept in it.

‘Where the hell is he?’ you think to yourself. There’s no light from under the door and no sound beyond it, but you check the bathroom anyway: empty. No longer concerned with being quiet, you ponder Yoongi’s whereabouts as you traipse around the apartment, checking each room, just in case: all empty.

“Yoongi?” you call into the empty apartment. “Oiii, Yoongi?!”

No one answers. You’re pretty sure he said he would be here. Why would you have gone there if he weren’t going to be? You’ve had too much to drink to be solving puzzles at 3am.

You go back to where you dropped your bag on the floor by your shoes and fumble for your phone. You squint through one eye at your messages; he definitely said to come over to his place. You’re sure... You're pretty sure, but the letters in front of you won’t stop swimming. You tap out a message to him.

‘Whete are yoh????//’

Send.

Of course, he sleeps like a stone, so he probably won’t get it until the morning anyway.

You flop onto the sofa and put your phone on the coffee table. You’ll just rest for a moment while you wait for him to reply. After all, he did say you could come over, so it’s fine for you to be there. It’s certainly not fine for him not to be, though; what is he playing at? It’s so cold outside and you were so looking forward to crawling into bed next to him and passing straight out in a drunken stupor.

Despite the fact that hangovers are entirely self-inflicted, Yoongi has such a warm and gentle soul that he always takes excellent care of you the morning after. His bashful tenderness melts you like ice in a hot drink and you wish he wouldn’t try to hide it away so much. You whine to yourself on the sofa, missing him, contemplating throwing a tantrum. You pick up your phone to message him again.

'come hime pelase!!!!! xXXxXxXXxxXxX'

Lots of kisses, never enough kisses. You throw your phone back on the table and pass out, the waves you feel like you're rolling on rocking you to sleep.

You’re brought back to the edges of your consciousness by the same bleeping that you had cursed some hours earlier. It’s not until you hear Yoongi’s voice calling you that you crack open an eye.

“Oi,” he says, standing at the end of the sofa with an iced coffee in hand. “What are you doing here? Why are you sleeping on the sofa?”

You groan and raise your head, looking around. You’ve felt better. You tip yourself into a sitting position and try to rub the sleep from your eyes, forgetting, too late, that you were still wearing your make-up. Black mascara is smudged all over your hands and, you assume, all around your eyes. You squint up at Yoongi in confusion.

“Where were you?” you croak.

“What do you mean where was I? Where were you? You didn’t come home.”

“What do you mean? I’m here! I’m in your home.” You are not sure you have the strength to deal with this right now.

“Exactly. You’re not supposed to be in my home; we agreed to sleep at yours last night.”

This is not how you remembered it. You grab your phone from the coffee table, hoping for vindication. It’s dead. Naturally.

“Look.” Yoongi sighs and sits down next to you on the sofa. He hands you his coffee as he opens his phone to your conversation. You take a sip and realise how thirsty you are. You continue drinking as he shows you your messages from the night before.

‘I will probably be working late again, but I can come over afterwards so we can wake up together?’ Yoongi’s initial message reads.

‘No good,’ your reply. ‘I’m out with friends from work so I’ll probably get in even later than you do.’

‘That’s ok. I can come anyway and just sleep while I wait for you.’

Your drunken messages follow; there were more of them than you remember and you cringe. Oh dear, maybe, maybe you hadn’t quite understood the plan.

“I thought I was supposed to come here,” you tell him, weakly.

“Clearly, but why are you sleeping on the sofa?” Fortunately, he seems to be amused rather than annoyed.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to fall asleep – I was just waiting for you to text back.”

“To text back from my sleep?”

“… Shut up.”

You lean against him, trying to bury yourself in his hoodie, groaning.

“I was worried, you know, when I woke up and you still hadn’t come home. Then I couldn’t get through to your phone. I thought something might have happened to you.” Yoongi speaks softly, without reproach but you feel reproached nonetheless.

“I’m sorry,” you reply from underneath his jumper. “I’m just too stupid to date, I understand. You can break up with me; it’s fiiiine.”

You’re joking, of course, being dramatic as you love to be, but the guilt is real. Next time, you think to yourself, you should learn to read. Or learn not to have too much to drin- no, let’s be honest, that won’t happen.

He laughs.

“Obviously, I’m not going to do that. But it has got me thinking. There is a way we could avoid this happening in the future.”

You emerge from Yoongi’s hoodie and face him, pouting pathetically. If this is a riddle, the troll under the bridge is about to have you for dinner. And if this is Yoongi about to suggest that you do something sensible like turn the location on on your phone or take a portable charger around with you, well, you think he should know you and your chaos a little better than that.

“You’re going to have to tell me what that is; I’m clearly not sufficiently capable of thought this morning.”

“We should move in together,” he states simply.

WHAT?

“I’m sorry, what?”

You’re incredulous and you’ve just remembered what a state you look. There’s no way he said that. Yeah, you’re in love and happy together and everything’s going brilliantly, but has he seen your hair this morning? Does he really want to sign up to deal with that every day?

“We should move in together,” he repeats, smiling hopefully.

“No, sorry, one more time.”

He groans and takes you by the shoulders.

“We should move in together!”

You heard him the first time, but you feel like you need it repeating still; you have to be sure that’s really what he's asking. It's overwhelming, frankly. Going to sleep and waking up with Yoongi every single day? Heavenly. Cooking together, eating together, watching TV, watching him paint- oh you have not the fortitude for this kind of happiness right now!

“I just knew you couldn’t get enough of this,” you tell him, gesturing to your whole body.

“You’re right; you’re absolutely irresistible right now, but also, have you thought about having a shower?”

“How very dare you?”

You stand and strike a pose, gesturing broadly to your whole body with a flourish, but you have to admit he has a point. You lean down and give him a parting kiss on the way to the bathroom.

“Have you also thought about brushing your teeth?!” he calls after you.

“Shut up!!!!!”

This was definitely going to be fun.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts fic #mmm repost

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chilumitos · 4 months

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oiii! pode fazer algumas headers pra esses icons do sanji por favor? <3

oi meu am♡r , esta aqui! ♡🎀

#anime #messy layouts #messy icons #random headers #random icons #anime layouts #layouts random #anime icons #anime headers #lq icons

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trancyzp · 4 months

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oi, dengo! eu tava vendo seu watch me edit da yuqi (inclusive que capa maravilhosa ❤️) e vi que seus arquivos psd aparece a imagem e queria saber como vc fez isso...

oiii rina 💌!! muito obrigada, dengo hihihi

então, eu uso o psd codec e te dou certeza que é confiável de ter, ele mostra tudo o que é psd com a miniatura do arquivo em imagem, é muito bom e facilita!!! eu baixei desse perfil aqui ó

mas dai, se não funcionar, tem tutorial no youtube também!! espero que dê certo pra você, como deu para mim 💌.

#ask

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myminazinha · 5 months

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Oi minazinha pode personalizar meu cllr estilo Huh yujin (lesserafim) de sua preferência Obrigada

oiii amgg, posso sim! espero que goste ♡

tela de bloqueio tela inicial

#kpop #kpop lockscreen #kpop wallpaper #gg lockscreens #gg wallpapers #yunjin lockscreens #yunjin wallpaper #le sserafim lockscreens #le sserafim wallpaper #ask by minazinha 🩷#le sserafim perso

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ana-com-borderline · 3 months

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Oi me ajuda emagrecer?

Oiii, chama na dm amore

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louisupdates · 9 months

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Who’s Oi Oiii?

TALLINN [5.9.2023] 📸 lhrinluv

#louis tomlinson #fitfwt23: tallinn #5.9.2023

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strawmariee · 7 months

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Oieee voltei pra fazer meu pedido \o/

Então, eu tinha pensado em um bruno x leitora (romântico, por favor) num AU de fantasia onde o bruno é um sereio (ou tritão, sei lá o masculino de sereia ksjkk)

Eu pensei que ele podia conhecer a leitora quando ela estivesse pescando e acaba pegando ele com a rede mas o solta logo em seguida, o que desperta a curiosidade dele na leitora, já que os humanos tendem a capturar a espécie dele.

Aí talvez ele possa retribuir o favor salvando ela de um naufrágio ou então só trazer presentinhos do mar pra ela mesmo, o que faz eles se aproximarem aos poucos.

Desculpa pelo pedido grande, é que eu tô com essas fantasias na cabeça a bastante tempo e minha capacidade quase inexistente de foco não me deixa concluir essa historinha kjkkk

Novamente, gosto muito das suas fics. Tenha um bom dia/noite ^3^

Oi oi oiii! Eu achei muito fofo o seu pedido, e como eu tinha reassistido o filme da pequena sereia e também Golden Wind já que finalmente chegou na Netflix, e então fiquei bem na vibe para escrever esse request!! Espero que goste e uma boa leitura!🩷

Part of Your World

Bruno Bucciarati x Leitora

O que normalmente as pessoas gostam de fazer em uma bela manhã de um sábado? Bom, existem várias opções como dormir, ver televisão, ficar com a família, ler…

No meu caso, eu gosto de pescar!

Minha casa fica em frente ao mar, que sempre permanece calmo independente de tudo. E é onde eu mais gosto de passar o meu tempo, já que é onde consigo organizar meus próprios pensamentos, sendo minha única companhia o belo som das águas contra o casco do barco e as gaivotas que tentavam roubar as minhas iscas.

E hoje não seria diferente!

A semana foi bastante torturante e cansativa por conta do meu trabalho e da minha faculdade, eu estava completamente estressada e precisava de um tempo sozinha, por isso que seguiria a minha tradição de tentar pescar algo para almoçar mais tarde.

Assim que coloco o meu chapéu, saio da minha casa segurando minha vara de pescar e a minha maleta de pesca onde se encontra meus anzóis reservas e iscas, na qual seriam bastante importantes. Eu inspiro tranquilamente com a familiar brisa levemente salgada enquanto caminho em direção a praia, me deliciando com a sensação da areia macia entre os dedos dos meus pés enquanto caminho na direção do meu barco que está ali, praticamente me atraindo para ele como se eu fosse um pedaço de metal e ele um ímã.

No entanto, fui capaz de perceber um som desconhecido ao longe próximo do cais, e logo fico em alerta. Minha razão diz para eu ignorar o som, mas meu instinto me diz para ir ver o que é. Optei pela segunda opção.

Mas o barulho cada vez mais alto começa a me fazer desconsiderar minha escolha de seguir minha razão, e começo a pensar que podia ser algum golfinho ou algum outro animal preso na costa.

Isso foi o suficiente para alterar minha escolha.

Começo a caminhar até o cais, questionando a mim mesma se estou fazendo o certo, mas resolvo apenas seguir o fluxo até ficar perto daquela estrutura de madeira.

— Olá, tem alguém aí?

Assim que minha voz ecoa, o som de repente cessou e com isso franzi minhas sobrancelhas e me aproximar mais ainda da ponta daquela estrutura, até que eu arregalei os olhos quando me deparei com um ser humano que estava preso em algumas redes,

— Meu Deus, como você conseguiu ficar desse jeito?! — Assim que ele ouve minha voz, sua expressão de repente muda para uma de assustado enquanto eu me aproximo.

— Pare, não se aproxime! — Ele de repente gritou, seu tom de voz mostrava sua desconfiança e aflição com minha presença.

— Calma, eu só quero ajudar. — digo de maneira sincera enquanto desço na água rasa e começo a andar até ele.

— Fique onde está!

E de repente, eu achei que estava vendo coisas ou que eu estivesse sendo influenciada por algum resquício de sono, mas não… Eu realmente vi o que eu vi…

Uma cauda… Uma cauda em forma de rabo de peixe.

Não é possível que eu estivesse de cara com um sereio! Eu sei que o mar é bastante vasto, mas nunca achei que a possibilidade da existência dessas criaturas seria possível!

Não consigo esconder a surpresa e o choque que se revelam em meu rosto, e isso pareceu deixar o homem em choque ao ver que ele revelou sua metade de baixo sem querer.

— Uau… — Essa é a única coisa que consigo dizer, mas logo despertei quando ele começou a se mexer novamente, tentando escapar da rede que parecia cada vez mais presa no corpo dele. — Ei, calma, deixa eu te ajudar!

— Já disse para não se aproximar, humana!

Eu não escuto o que ele fala, e vou me aproximando devagar até que eu pego um pouco da rede e começo a tentar puxar ela, no entanto, eu acabo o machucando um pouco sem querer e isso faz ele grunhir e arranhar o meu braço, me fazendo gritar de dor e soltar a rede.

— Ai!

Ele apenas fica mais nervoso e então eu apenas espero o momento que ele fica cansado e, quando ele chega, eu começo a mais uma vez a tirar a rede com mais cuidado dessa vez, e aproveito para verificar se ele ainda tinha algum outro machucado, entretanto, não encontrei mais nada.

Assim que ele ficou livre daquela rede, ele parecia um pouco mais calmo e não parecia ter a intenção de me atacar.

— Obrigado…

— De nada, não é preciso agradecer! — Eu sorri para ele e vi que ele estava prestes a me dizer mais alguma coisa quando seus olhos foram para a ferida em meu braço, quando…

— BUCCIARATI! Você está bem??

Meus olhos se arregalaram quando, um pouco mais ao longe eu pude ver três cabeças emergindo da água, e pareciam de três criancinhas.

— Fica quieto, Narancia! — A menina dos cabelos rosas diz para o garoto de cabelos negros que havia gritado antes, enquanto a outra criança apenas ficou olhando sem dizer nada.

— OLHA, É UMA HUMANA!! — O garotinho chamado Narancia aponta para mim enquanto exclama de forma aguda e surpresa e eu até me espanto.

— Fica quieto Nara!

As duas crianças gritam e então afundam o pobre garoto na água, e isso me fez ver que eles também eram como o homem que ajudei.

— E-Existem mais?!

Repentinamente eu senti algo áspero bater nas minhas pernas e eu acabei caindo no chão, e quando percebi, o Bucciarati já havia mergulhado e levando aquelas três crianças.

O que diabos acabou de acontecer?!

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Após esse ocorrido, eu enfim pude ir para o meu barco para finalmente poder começar a minha tarefa de ir pescar, mas agora eu estava levemente hesitante. Agora que sei da existência dessas criaturas, nada impede a existência de outros seres mitológicos como um Kraken ou um Leviatã? Eu engoli em seco, mas como eu já estou no meio do mar… É triste, mas é a vida.

Eu então inspirei fundo e então abri minha maleta e coloquei uma isca no anzol antes de lançá-lo para as águas, e então começou a parte onde eu fico esperando…

Esperando…

E esperando…

Eu então fiquei olhando para as nuvens branquinhas no céu, me lembrando grandes algodões doces até que eu me espantei quanto a linha começou a ser puxada e eu me levantei logo no barco, vendo que em menos de 20 segundos um peixe já tinha fisgado minha isca! Eu puxei o peixe com toda a minha força e arregalei os olhos quando vi que era um grande peixe!!

— Meu Deus, muito obrigada a todos os deuses e santos que tiveram piedade de mim hoje! — Eu digo enquanto olho para o céu com um enorme sorriso enquanto puxo aquele enorme atum para dentro do meu barco.

— Que bom que isso agradou você.

Eu dei um gritinho e quase deixo o peixe escapar, e ao olhar para o lado eu vejo aquele mesmo sereio com ambos os braços apoiados próximos da proa do meu barco.

— Oh, o sereio de novo! — digo para mim mesma, todavia, ele pareceu ouvir minha frase já que ele arqueou uma de suas sobrancelhas.

— Tritão*, esse é o nome da minha espécie. — Ele diz e quando viu que eu fiquei levemente envergonhada pelo meu erro, ele deu uma risada.

— Desculpe. — Eu sorri levemente envergonhada, no entanto, o som do atum se debatendo me trouxe de volta para a realidade, e eu logo olhei para o tritão com curiosidade. — Foi você quem o atraiu para a minha isca? — Ele assentiu com a cabeça, e isso me fez inclinar a minha para o lado. — Mas por quê?

— Ora, você me ajudou lá atrás… É o mínimo que posso fazer, não é?

Eu sorri largamente enquanto eu admirava aquela criatura, conseguindo notar alguns detalhes que não pude antes, como suas orelhas parecerem com barbatanas, algumas pequenas escamas brancas peroladas na área de suas bochechas e no dorso de seu nariz, como também nos seus antebraços, mas diferente do seu rosto, ele tinha algumas manchinhas pretas que eram bastante bonitas.

— Será que eu posso perguntar uma coisa? — pergunto enquanto me aproximo cuidadosamente dele, que apesar de estar mais confortável com minha presença, ele ainda parecia vigilante sobre meus movimentos.

— Sim, claro.

— Por acaso… Existem outras criaturas como vocês sereias e tritões? — pergunto enquanto me sento perto dele e o encaro com bastante interesse por seus conhecimentos do mundo das águas.

— Bom…

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A partir desse dia, eu fui me aproximando muito mais deste tritão, que descobri se chamar Bruno Bucciarati, e que ele era alguém bastante importante no reino dele. Sim, um reino de sereias e tritões! Mas para minha “sorte”, descobri que realmente existam outras criaturas marinhas que são dadas como extintas, como o Megalodon, Livyatan e etc. E só de saber isso me deixou assustada.

— Tá brincando Bruno, é sério?? — Eu quase que grito quando ele me disse aquilo, o que o fez dar uma pequena risada.

— Não estou brincando, mas não se preocupe, esses dois estão bem no fundo do mar, lá na Fossa das Marianas. Vocês humanos ainda não foram para lá, não é?

— Para você ter uma ideia, nós sabemos mais sobre o espaço do que sobre o mar!

— Sobre o espaço?

E assim eram nossas conversas durante esses meses em que ficávamos mais próximos, contando coisas mais gerais sobre nossos mundos. No entanto, hoje tinha sido um pouco diferente.

Assim que deu umas 16 horas, eu saí de casa e corri para a praia com rapidez, um sorriso largo logo apareceu em meus lábios quando vi Bruno em nosso ponto de encontro: Perto daquele mesmo cais que eu o salvei quando nos conhecemos.

— Olá Bruno, você está bem? — questiono enquanto me sento próxima da maré do mar, e ele logo fica ao meu lado com sua mão direita aberta e me mostrando lindas conchas com diversos tons de cores! — Bruno, elas são lindas!

— São para você. — Ele sorriu enquanto pega a minha mão e coloca as conchas, nas quais eu toquei com a ponta do meu dedo e sorri ao olhar para o tritão.

— É muita gentileza, muito obrigada! — Eu guardei as conchinhas em uma pequena pochete que sempre levo comigo e logo sorri para ele. — Não esperava por isso, você sempre consegue me surpreender.

Ele sorriu ladino por um momento, olhando para o sol que estava no horizonte, mas meu olhar continuava nele, o admirando secretamente. Não sei se isso podia ser considerado estranho, mas eu achava ele muito bonito. Não só por sua aparência, apesar da cauda, mas sua personalidade gentil, educada e cavalheira o deixavam mais belo.

A luz do sol refletia em seu corpo, e suas escamas pareciam brilhar como pequenas estrelas. Mas o que vem me chamando a atenção durante os meses é a tatuagem que ele tem em seu peito, parecia ser algo tribal mas não tenho certeza.

— O que acha dela?

— Perdão? — Eu despertei ao ouvir a voz dele e logo me toquei ao que ele está se referindo. — Oh, eu acho incrível sua tatuagem, ela tem algum significado?

— Ele é como uma marca da minha família, então todos que possuem o sangue dos Bucciarati possuem essa marca no peito. — Ele sorriu, parecendo orgulhoso enquanto me conta sobre aquele fato de sua família, e isso acabou me contagiando e me fazendo sorrir também. — Você quer tocá-la?

Sua fala de repente me deixou de olhos esbugalhados e senti minhas bochechas esquentando levemente com sua pergunta. No entanto, minha curiosidade estava maior do que qualquer coisa, e com a permissão dele, isso parecia um sinal para mim.

— Eu adoraria.

Ele então se vira para mim, me dando abertura para eu tocar em sua tatuagem que se mesclava em seu abdômen com o começo de sua cauda que também era simplesmente linda com aquele branco perolado, com bolinhas pretas e com uma linha dourado nas laterais. Eu então coloquei a palma das minhas mãos em sua tatuagem, o calor da minha mão tendo um contraste em sua pele gelada devido ao mar.

Eu consegui ouvir a respiração dele ficando um pouco mais profunda e lenta, e isso começou a me deixar um tanto quanto envergonhada, mas não poderia perder aquela oportunidade única. Usei a ponta do meu indicador para contornar a curva da tatuagem e então olhei para ele para ver sua reação, mas seus olhos azuis pareciam me observar de uma maneira singular.

— Está tudo bem? — pergunto como uma garantia de que isso não o está atormentando.

— Sim, não se preocupe.

Ele diz isso e eu não deixo de notar o seu rosto um pouco mais perto do meu e em como o coração dele parecia acelerado sob a palma da minha mão. Senti algo em minha perna e quando notei, a cauda dele parecia querer se enroscar nela, me fazendo ruborizar com mais força.

— Posso lhe dizer algo, S/n? — Ele diz em um tom de voz baixo enquanto seu olhar permanece nos meus. — Tem algo que não te contei sobre minha espécie.

— E o que seria esse algo?

Minha voz parecia mais baixa, mas por eu estar me sentindo acanhada, e meu próprio coração batendo mais rápido não estava me ajudando a pensar direito enquanto nós estávamos tão perto um do outro.

— Nós tritões… — Ele se aproxima de meu ouvido, sua respiração quente fazendo um suave carinho em minha pele e me dando arrepios na espinha. — Carregamos conosco o costume de presentear aqueles que possuímos um vínculo forte e, assim, desejamos estar juntos até o fim de nossas vidas.

Eu imediatamente sinto um frio na barriga quando nossos olhos se reencontraram, ele tinha um olhar firme e determinado, enquanto eu estava nervosa e surpresa por todas as suas palavras.

Eu imediatamente fiquei um pouco insegura por conta de nossa diferença de espécie, todavia, Bruno não parecia considerar isto.

— Eu… É…

— Você vai ser a minha mãe??! — Subitamente uma voz infantil ecoou no local, e logo vi aquele mesmo garotinho de cabelos negros nadando até a mim.

— Narancia, o que está fazendo aqui? — Bruno logo olhou para o garotinho que ficou entre nós dois, praticamente se deitando em minhas pernas.

— Desculpe Bucciarati, ele não quis me escutar e nem a Trish. — Aquele outro menino que estava com eles, um de cabelos dourados, emergiu das águas com a garotinha de cabelos rosas atrás, parecendo irritada com o Narancia.

— Ah, tudo bem, eu entendo…

— Ei! Você quem vai ser minha mãe?! — Narancia perguntou para mim e parecia animado enquanto toca nas minhas pernas de uma forma curiosa. — Que estranho, você não tem cauda! O que você é??

— Sou uma humana, pequeno Narancia.

— Uau! Que legal! — Ele parecia animado enquanto até mesmo se sentava em meu colo, analisando as minhas coxas, pernas e pés. — Você é estranha, mas gosto de você.

Eu olhei para o garoto com uma leve surpresa e indignação e ouvi uma pequena risada do Bruno e vi as outras duas crianças se aproximando e também me olhando curiosas.

É, acho que eu fui adotada por uma família, uma família de sereios.

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Autumn Preparations - 06/05/24

0.8k words|first day of autumn stardew valley au|no TW's apply|ao3 link|

First day of Autumn and there's a lot to be done, specifically planting the season's crops. That's what Fit returns to see when he comes back from spending the morning on Ginger Island, gathering some resources from there, he sees his family. He sees them enjoying life and that's more than he could ever ask for.

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Autumn had hit Pelican Town finally and Rosa, upon waking up, had wanted to play in the leaves only to be told by her Pai that she couldn’t just yet as there weren’t enough fallen leaves to play in. Instead he had gotten the kids each to pick a crop that they’d have sole focus on for the season. Ramón chose cranberries, Richarlyson chose grapes and Rosa chose pumpkins. They’d gotten ready for the day before heading to the big shed next to the farmhouse to collect the seeds. The shed was half painted, it having been Richarlyson’s project of the summer just gone.

Some time was spent there, collecting the seeds necessary and using the seed maker if there weren’t enough to fill the allotted space for each child that Fit had marked out the day prior. Each child had a large area to work on, it would be their primary focus outside of school Fit and Pac had decided, wanting their children to learn how to take care of crops. They had tried to give the kids something big to do each season, whether that be foraging, fishing, farming or something else to broaden their children’s skills. It had initially started as a way for the kids to get to know other children in the town, having been born in Zuzu City.

Ramón and Richarlyson left the shed and got to work, tilling the earth, sprinkling fertiliser and planting the seeds before watering them. Rosa, as she was so young, had her Pai help her. He picked her up, placing her on his hip before walking to her spot on the farm.

“Aqui anjinho? Queres plantar as abóboras aqui?” Pac gently spoke to his daughter, having decided to speak solely in Portuguese to her so that she grew up learning both languages her parents spoke. Ramón, having only been raised speaking English, had asked Pac to also speak to him in Portuguese, attempting the brute force method for learning a language.

Rosa nodded, reaching a hand out to the ground. Being sat on the ground Pac got to tilling the land, keeping an eye on her so that she didn’t put anything in her mouth. She was in that stage of life where everything seemed interesting enough to consume so Fit and Pac had to have a closer eye on her than normal.

“Vamos espalhar um pouco de fertilizante, está bem? E depois as abóboras!” Pac spoke, wiping the back of his hand across his forehead. For an autumnal day, the weather was still grasping at the little amount of summer left with how hot it was. Rosa nodded before dragging the bag of pumpkin seeds closer to her body.

The seeds were planted with minimal attempts made by Rosa to eat them which Pac saw as a win. Ramón and Richarlyson had finished a lot sooner than Pac and Rosa had so they’d wandered off somewhere in the farm. Pac trusted that they would tell him if they wanted to leave the farm, so he didn’t question where they were going.

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“Oiii Pac!” Fit loudly speaks, having just entered the farm, seeing Pac with Rosa on his back, running around as if he’s an aeroplane. Rosa was giggling on his back, having the time of her life as her Pai ran around the animals in their enclosure before stopping in front of Fit.

“Oi Fitchie! How was Ginger Island? Was Leo there?” Pac rattling out questions quicker than Fit could answer them. He stands at his normal height, Rosa sliding down gently before being picked up by her Dad and placed at his waist.

“Leo’s doing good, still getting used to there being other people on the island.” Fit answers before kissing Pac tenderly, having not been able to kiss him when he woke up. He kisses Rosa’s forehead, adjusting her spot at his side.

“Shall we see what the boys are up to? I hope they’ve actually planted something and not messed around. I want them to have fun but we also need the money for when winter comes around and the pigs don’t dig up truffles.” Fit speaks as they walk to where Ramón and Richarlyson are meant to be.

They find the two with the chickens, having had a chick recently hatch had made the kids' curiosity peak with wonder. Despite this being their second year in Pelican Town, the kids found all sorts of things to be interesting and new.

It was there, in the animal enclosure they’d built where they spent the rest of their day, enjoying each other's company. Rosa had been put down for her nap in a shaded spot in her baby carrier and Ramón and Richas had carried out the previous season’s job of painting the farm buildings.

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