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randomfaeriedragon · 9 months
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Recently been very obsessed with @weepinglilvessel's Rainworld Eclipse AU, so motivation struck and I drew fanart of Lunar Moon!
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Sorry if the images are kind of fuzzy! Decal script by @ikayblythe again, its really pretty :D
Variations w/o the shadows under the cut!
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And for my peace of mind, ones with purely the Red Overlay Layer Removed:
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Fanarting is fun and this AU is absolutely amazing, please go check the creator out!
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lilac-den · 8 months
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I come asking a very similar question, a certain bord left on my doorstep.
How will our ROs react to an MC who likes to keep reminders of them? (shirts, undies, who knows what they do with them...) Ares, accept my yandere ways love~
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I see I have been called - I must answer.
Zeus: Honestly? They would be more disturbed that it's not categorically organized. How else would you tell between the shirt they wore last Sunday and the shirt they wore last Saturday? And if you're going to take pictures, surely there should be dates and time to mark when it was taken.
Someone might be asking. "Aren't you disgusted by all of this, Zeus?" and knowing them, they'll say "Disgusted? No, not at all. This could be [Name]'s way of coping with my absence; thus, I shall provide rules on boundaries and help them maintain a certain level of order to make the process and loneliness easier."
Surprisingly, the only rule of boundary Zeus has is that [Name] leaves any work-related and necessary essentials alone. If [Name] wishes for items of them, they only need to ask.
Hermes: Uhm...I think they would be pretty horrified, suffice to asy. Might accidentally blurt out "The fuck?" and would need time to process this little hobby of MC's. If you give them the time and space, they'll approach again and explain how they just don't usually like people swiping their stuff or keeping reminders of them because Hermes had a particularly bad experience with a...stalker.
But they had taken time to think about how it's MC the one who's doing this and...they don't feel as bad about it. In fact, they found it pretty...touching. Of course, they would want to set some boundaries, like returning their clothes (though they'd allow it if MC plans to wear them a bit more often). They don't mind if MC took their pictures, so long as they don't post it in public or share it anywhere else.
Dionysus: Completely flabbergasted, embarrassed and rambled over how sweet MC is, to keep so many mementos and want to know more about them! They do ask for why this hobby came about though, like if MC is doing this because they like Dionysus (platonically...........of course. Totally not insinuating anything more >>) or they need a target of their attention. When it's discovered as MC actually liking them, they'd be really happy and might end up having this little habit too.
Can imagine Dionysus and MC exchanging times with little notes attached like little 'hi's and 'hello :)'s.
Ares: HRMMMMM, I WONDER WHO WOULD BE SO INTERESTED IN THIS PART OF THE ANSWER?
But for real, I think Ares would be too chill about it. They wouldn't mind MC keeping little mementoes or reminders of them. Hell, they'll most likely work out more if MC's the type to want their used shirts.
The only boundary they'll draw would be the weapons: Do not touch them.
Ares isn't that materialistic. But they would be more possessive of MC. Not in a 'I'll lock you up and keep you in there' sort, but more like they'll put something on MC like a mark that says they're Ares's, like putting a scarf or jacket on them personally.
(There is a way for Ares to do this but it's just too spoilery for me 😭)
Dolos: Congratulations, you have unlocked the floodgates. Dolos would just bring you to a room where they stored paintings among paintings of you, not to mention pictures and even a damn journal of what you had done and where you went. Though they never took any of MC's clothings, they do find it hot that MC would want theirs - gave them a bunch of ideas in the future.
(This is only on romance!Dolos - Non!romanced Dolos is more respectful of MC's privacy.........plus, doubt MC's chosen RO would appreciate this behaviour at all XD)
Thank you for the ask! (you little smut gremlin >:D)
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wolfsetfree-if · 2 months
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okay so i have three mcs currently (will probs make three more, so i have two of each wolf type). this will get LONG so. sorry? maybe?
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my mainiest main: my gamma boy. he has curly dark brown hair and one brown and one green eye, he's average height and has a lean build, a bit lanky honestly, plus he'd want to wear oversized soft clothes and would probably look skinnier than he actually is. his wolf form has long fur dappled with black and would, in dimmer lighting, probably look totally black, but in the sun i'd imagine the warmer brown would come out. like a little surprise. a kinder egg. lol.
he is currently having A Bad Time. (obviously). in the beginning of captivity, he would have been very jittery and tense and constantly tried to find ways to escape (and we know how that ended, so), but now that hyper-vigilance has taken a toll and he's honestly quite disassociated and numb. very tired, but also can't stop being on guard. he has had no control for so long, but knowing/seeing exactly what was/is happening around him helps a little.
as far as being rescued... he's glad to be free, obviously, but he doesn't trust the pack (even if he's grateful) and doesn't know how to even begin to process his emotions, so he's feeling both overwhelmed and numb at the same time, and can't really believe it really. he has not taken any chances to get closer to the pack (so no pets or cuddling), because any touch sends him into an anxious spiral. plus he's naturally quite introverted and being around people can be overwhelming and tiring, and now that's amplified times a billion. but when he feels a bit calmer and safer, i think he'll honestly like a little bit of cuddling and being petted and might discover that he's a bit touch-starved. he will bond with the pack eventually, though, and enjoy spending time with all of them. he would love to learn how to knit, for example, or help out in the garden or play card games or draw or paint or maybe help the pups with schoolwork. he'd be good at that, i think. he's very patient and actually good at School Stuff (mostly math and science). i think he'll fit into the pack nicely eventually, and one day it will feel like a true home, and a real family... HIS family, and it will probably be the happiest day of his life, when he realizes that.
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my second main: my little but actually giant omega. he is actually tall, but he's like. an awkward/skinny/shy/gentle giant, lol. he has blonde hair and brown eyes, and his wolf form (long fur because fluffy and soft!) has white patches. sort of like a cow print. which is very cute.
the captivity... it was just very sad for him, honestly. obviously wearing a collar and being petted like a dog wasn't good or nice, but he's extremely touch-starved and wants to be around people. he's shy, like i said, so he doesn't necessarily want to be in the centre, but he wants to be with family, a pack, and the djinn wasn't that, of course, but it was something other than bare walls and cage bars, yknow? he feels extremely sad and lonely.
then he's so happy and overwhelmed at being rescued and he has latched on to bela very strongly. he takes any chance for pets and feels safe and protected around the alpha (since they're so kind and gentle and welcoming). he loved the pups. he wants to adopt them. he wants to be a full-time nanny for them. he also loved cuddling kesha. they can be cuddle-buddies forever. honestly i can sum him up with this emoji: 🥺
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my third: my alpha. a small ball of rage. well. sort of. he's just the teeny tiniest bit shorter than average (if you ask him), but he has that angry chihuahua vibe for sure. he has black hair and intense blue eyes, and is quite muscular. but like athletic more than buff gym-bro. i don't know if a trans mc has had the opportunity to have any surgeries, and if they haven't, he would feel quite dysphoric in human form and wear a binder pretty much 100% of the time (not healthy! bad!) and his wolf form makes him happier, or at least more comfortable. wolves don't have boobs.
as for the captivity... he has been in a perpetual state of rage (well, despair + loneliness + hopelessness, too, but it all manifests as anger because it's easier) for years, and he's not about to stop now. the feeling of being powerless and having any and all autonomy and choice taken from him has been devastating in a way i can't even describe, and he has no coping mechanisms aside from anger and fighting.
being free now is. fuck yeeeeeaaah. fuck the djinns and fuck that cage and fuck his old pack. he's very happy about being out of that stupid cage and away from the djinns but he's very tense around the pack (even if he likes them, so far, mostly), because letting his guard down would mean showing weakness and he's refused to do that for so long, so when he eventually manages to settle a bit and start to process his trauma i think he will really struggle with accepting that the anger was also grief and fear. but he will eventually come to trust and love the pack so much and feel so protective of all of them, because they'll be his real family, and he won't have to be all alone ever again.
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mm. well. as i said. very long. hope you enjoyed lol
You have one wolf better than the other I swear. I love how they are all at different stages of acceptance and elaboration of their grief and captivity. And I love how they all have different attachment styles with the pack.
You'll get to experience all the different variations with them!
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aevyk-ing · 9 months
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I'm bored and I need to get my mind out of stuff (life's getting impossible again, thanks), so I'm doing a whole bunch of questions to distract myself:
1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?
I tend to listen again and again to the last songs that I've discovered recently, so I'm going to share my favorite ones:
Patience- Take That
I want my tears back- Nightwish
Take on me- Aha
Spirit in the sky- KEiiNO
Moonlight shadow- Mike Oldfield
Yo contigo, tú conmigo- Álvaro Soler
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?
My soulmate.
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.
The book closest to me it's actually the last one I've written and I'm revising it so it's not published yet... I'm going to take the second nearest... huh, The Neverending Story:
Original line (Spanish): (Lle)vaba en la mano derecha una diminuta bandera blanca, que tremolaba a (sus espaldas).
Gonna search for the English version...
In its right hand it carried a tiny white flag, which glittered behind it. 
4: What do you think about most?
About how lonely and unlucky I am.
5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?
Morning!!@ thank you
It's from a group and they weren't talking to me.
6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?
Eh... skip!
7: What’s your strangest talent?
I can detangle the cord of headphones (the tiny ones) quite fast.
8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)
Okay, I'm actually having trouble with this one. Remember about my last book? It has a lot of gender identity issues, so...
9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?
Does it count if I'm the one who wrote it? I used to write a lot of poems while I was in high school and depressed (I still write some from time to time). And guess what? I collected some of them in a book.
10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?
LOL, last Tuesday. It's actually the last dance move in one of the songs from my Zumba videogame.
11: Do you have any strange phobias?
I have trypophobia.
12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?
Nope. But in my first nose surgery, they stuck like one meter of gauze there.
13: What’s your religion?
I'm baptized, but I don't believe in God since high school (guess why?). Right now, I define myself as a pantheist. I like to believe in the energy of the universe that surrounds us.
14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?
Doing errands.
15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
Behind.
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?
Probably Nightwish, but KEiiNO has been fighting hard for the spot.
17: What was the last lie you told?
That I hadn't try the last sweets my mother bought. I had carefully opened the bag and took one the day before.
18: Do you believe in karma?
Yes. But I think it takes its time.
19: What does your URL mean?
First it was "aeviking", which was literally my two initials "AE", plus "viking". I used that name for my drawings and stuff. Since I change it to Aevyk, my URL is now "aevyk-ing", which is like "doing my own thing".
20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?
I have a really low self-esteem. I'm stubborn, so if I want to do something, nobody is going to stop me.
21: Who is your celebrity crush?
I don't have one. It used to be Orlando Bloom.
22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?
Nope.
23: How do you vent your anger?
I listen to really loud music and write.
24: Do you have a collection of anything?
Maybe books? I have too much stuff anyway (even thought most of it is in boxes right now).
25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?
On the phone. It's bad enough trying to do your best when you don't see the face of the other person, but I hate seeing myself while video chatting.
26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?
I don't know. I'm glad I'm stronger and I've improved in a lot of ways, but I'm still not 100% (not even an 80%) happy with who I am.
27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?
Babies crying. Hearing the first notes of my favorite songs when they play on the radio.
28: What’s your biggest “what if”?
"What if I had known I'm neurodivergent sooner?"
29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?
Not ghosts per se, maybe spirits or spiritual forces. I do think there has to be another planet with life, even though not in the way we expect it.
30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.
My stylus pen. My desk lamp.
31: Smell the air. What do you smell?
I think it's the rest of the watermelon milkshake I had one hour ago.
32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?
Anywhere with scorching sun and no shade, like that time I went with my sibling so they could skydive and I was so pissed off I was waiting in the sun they thought I was the one whose jump had been postponed.
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?
Spain doesn't have an West Coast (we limit with Portugal there, if you don't count Galicia). If you're referring to the USA, I'm going to say East Coast.
34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?
Shawn Mendes.
35: To you, what is the meaning of life?
Finding what you will be remembered for.
36: Define Art.
Letting your soul show while creating.
37: Do you believe in luck?
I believe I have the worst luck ever, so I guess so.
38: What’s the weather like right now?
Sun, not a cloud in the sky, too hot for this hour and month.
39: What time is it?
19:52.
40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?
No, I hate driving (I wonder why?). I've had a lot of dreams where I crash my father's car.
41: What was the last book you read?
Howl's Moving Castle. It was nice, but too convoluted at times.
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?
I don't mind it.
43: Do you have any nicknames?
Aly.
44: What was the last film you saw?
The Cat Returns. It was weird.
45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?
I broke my nose when I was four years old. It was too bad my nose grew crooked and it needed several surgeries to make it look normal.
46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?
No. I like them, but they're still bugs and I don't like touching them (only ants because we used to have a lot of them in our garden).
47: Do you have any obsessions right now?
One of the Webtoons I'm currently reading: Your smile is a trap, Ghibli movies and the last songs I've discovered, including Escaping Gravity by TheFatRat.
48: What’s your sexual orientation?
I'm straight and ace.
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?
Yes. A lot of them. All of them bad.
50: Do you believe in magic?
I try to, but it's getting hard to keep on believing. Also, I mean "magical" moments, like when you have some good luck or something good happens to you. For me, it happens almost never, so it does feel like magic.
51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?
Oh, yes. I don't forgive easily.
52: What is your astrological sign?
Leo, but I don't identify with it.
53: Do you save money or spend it?
Both?
54: What’s the last thing you purchased?
Some fabric for a commission.
55: Love or lust?
Love.
56: In a relationship?
No.
57: How many relationships have you had?
Zero (can we please switch topic?).
58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?
Nope.
59: Where were you yesterday?
I went to a shopping mall.
60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?
A rubber or eraser.
61: Are you wearing socks right now?
No.
62: What’s your favourite animal?
Cats.
63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?
I try to make them smile.
64: Where is your best friend?
My ex- best friend? I'd love to know.
65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.
evermore-fashion, akindplace, justgotawesome, folkfashion and chibird.
66: What is your heritage?
I did a heritage test a while ago. I'm mostly Iberian, with North and East European blood. I also seem to have Jewish and Central American blood, according to my parents' tests.
67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?
Trying to sleep.
68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?
He doesn't have one.
69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?
(I had to Google the meaning) WTH? Skip!
70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?
I'd do everything for a friend, so I guess so.
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?
Save the dog and take a picture so they know I have a good excuse.
72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?
a)I won't tell anyone because they usually don't trust what I say. b)I'll put my projects in order and try to do what makes me happy. c)It might be because I'm feeling quite down right now but... sometimes, I wouldn't mind dying.
73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.
Love.
74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?
The Nights, by Avicii.
75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?
1617.
76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?
Caring about what the other person wants and needs.
77: How can I win your heart?
Listen to me and hug me.
78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?
Yep. I don't recommend it, though.
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?
Going to therapy.
80: What size shoes do you wear?
A 38.
81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?
Maybe one of the lines from my Legends of Gingaria books.
82: What is your favourite word?
I don't have one. But "rielar" comes to mind. It's the Spanish word for when the moonlight hits the water.
83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.
"Heart and soul..."
84: What is a saying you say a lot?
I don't know.
85: What’s the last song you listened to?
Escaping Gravity by TheFatRat.
86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?
Blue. Also purple, turquoise and quinacridone.
87: What is your current desktop picture?
It came with the computer. It's a road in a field at sunrise.
88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?
Not going to say names but it's someone that has been hurting my family from a year or so.
89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
"What's wrong with you?"
90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?
I'd try to talk to them and show them the door.
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?
Shape-shifting.
92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?
I'd go back to the worst time of my life and make sure it doesn't happen.
93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?
What I said before. If you need to know, it involved my crush and the rest of my schoolmates. And it ended up with me depressed.
94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?
Guess what? I'm sticking with Shawn Mendes.
95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?
Disneyland Paris.
96: Do you have any relatives in jail?
No. Two of them are actually cops.
97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?
According to my mother, once when I was little.
98: Ever been on a plane?
A lot of times.
99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
Read and buy my (Legends of Gingaria) books!
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yandere-romanticaa · 2 years
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queen!!!!
i'm literally dying with this au
istg that ur so on point with the yoichi part bc he's the first anime character I really liked and i'm sure that since the moment he arrives to this universe i'd be so obsessed and fussy about him.
and lest my beloved. I'd definitely tease him so much bc he's adorable but also to annoy him. bet he'll get pissed if you're hot & cold just to get a rise out of him
thanks for the food and I love you 🥺❤️
So happy you like it!!!!! ❤️❤️😍😍😍✨✨✨💒💒💒
Yoichi is literally a puppy and he's so soft for you 😭😩 I imagine that the reader would feel like the world's biggest nanny because the Shinoa and Guren squads have just forgotten how to act in a normal society and you have to teach them a thing or two‼️ Plus, they probably have a lot of mental baggage which is just depressing. Get them all a therapist, thank you very much!
I also didn't even talk about Narumi, the rest of Guren's squad, Chess, Horn or Lacus and Rene LMAO they're all fun too!!
THE VAMPIRES THO...... AAAAAAA they're so used to being in power and in control that they can't fathom the fact that they have to be so low key now 😭 Lest used to be the king of Europe, what do you mean he can't take his rightful place back?! He's probably just really hungry tho ngl
I also imagined that the vampires also end up causing an uproar of sorts because some of them really just don't bother to clean up after themselves after they eat + they don't care how many people they kill (ie. Lest, Ky, Krul, Lacus, Chess, Horn, MAYBE Urd but he needs to be in a mood, he probably won't be so careless like that!). Even if they do clean up all of the evidence and leave nothing behind, there's still the fact that there will be a MISSION PERSON on their hands.... oof. Everyone is talking about a terrifying serial killer running around the city when in reality it's just a gaggle of vampires who follow you around all day because they have nothing else to do. If things really do get out of hand, the reader might say something stupid like the city will get blown into bits if the world discovers that vampires are indeed real, AND they're from another dimension?
You show them Reddit and they're already spooked.
Or, you tell them, they will get kidnapped by the world government and they will be experimented on. Hah.
Or, perhaps worst of all, vampire lovers start flocking to them, BEGGING to be turned into vampires themselves, they want to see it all, omg you're all so cool! (YOU CAN'T TELL ME THAT PEOPLE REALLY WOULDN'T DO THIS!!! JUST IMAGINE THE DISCOVERY OF REAL LIFE VAMPIRES, SOME OF Y'ALL ARE OBSESSED!)
These three reasons are something you discuss with them and it's more than enough. Don't worry, they'll keep their mouths shut....
As for Lest - bully him. Let him suffer, he's into it, he just doesn't know it. He's so soft for you, you make his dead heart feel alive again and he feels like shredding you to bits because of that. I also just can't shake off the headcanon that he just really likes to draw you, that's his new hobby in this world. His hobby is drawing you though, in really pretty clothes because he's old and has taste. Don't point it out to him though lol
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rocksdbellatrixnyx · 1 year
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Name: Rocks D.Bellatrix (Isabelle)
Nickname: Belle,Isa,Trix
Age: 19
My biological dad is Rocks D. Xebec,I don't know who my mother is but I was found in a island by the red hair pirates when I was only a newborn with a letter by my side and ended being raised by them
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I have a giant wolf named Ghost I got as a birthday gift from my dad,he's always with me protecting me even from drowning.
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As a child I accidentally ate the hana hana no mi that Shanks stole with the gomu gomu no mi
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once I awaken my devil fruit I become capable of creating full body clones and change my body in any form I can fully visualize
I also have the conqueror haki,even though is not as strong as Shanks one,I still training to get it better.My best haki is the armament one,and observation is very good.
Even though I grew up in such a chaotic place as the red hair ship I grew to be very introverted,as great part of my childhood I spend reading books Shanks stole for me after he caught me stealing books from a library in Ohara after we went there for a trip when I was only 7, stealing some books of annotations I was able to learn how to read poneglyphs.Great part of these books were pretty important ones,as telling about mystical places,the government,the world history and it's civilizations.By 10,I was already fluent in 3 languages only by reading and Shanks taking me to travel to this places,Japanese,Russian and Arabic.By 19 I have mastered more 3,Chinese, Spanish and English. I grew to be highly interested in history and archaeology,being very aware of the Ohara incident,I knew there was something the government was hiding from the history,so I decided to discover it myself and that's when Shanks got me in Sabaody Archipelago so Silvers Rayleigh would train me,but mostly my studying rather than physical training,but he was the one that awakened my conqueror's haki and helped me master the other two, mostly the conqueror and armament one,as I have advanced armament.Rayleigh also teached me fighting skills and helped me to create all my devil fruit tactics helping me to awaken my full power. He told me where the poneglyphs where and trusted me to find all pone glyphs and create a place like Ohara again.
I am also a skilled artist,and I love painting and drawing what I see, principally the places I travel to.
Shakky,who lives with Rayleigh,teached me to properly cook and how to custom my own clothes.
Spending 4 years in the Sabaody Archipelago I developed a great interest in discovering more about healing herbs,magic,animals and sacrifices.
Due to the occultists skills I developed in the archipelago I became able to summon spirits, enchant items and perform sigils and runes. I have a bunch of grimoires and diaries I kept with me since I started practicing and learning about my skills,aka since I was 12.I always have my athame with me,always,in case I need to perform a blood spell.
Currently I'm at the Grand Line,and just met Ace,after stealing and running away from some marines,he helped me and asked me out if to drink,after a while he asked if I didn't wanted to join he's pirate crew after he discovered my interest in exploring the world and what it got to offer.
My routine consists in me waking up before the sun, focusing for some 5-10 min,stretching by 30 min, training with weights for 20 min and two hours of sword training plus some 40 min of some really relaxing stretching,I meditate for a hour or more,the I go to the kitchen,make my own breakfast,feed Ghost,then I take some hours to relax and by afternoon I go look at my research in herbs and animals and after I'm done I spend the rest of the day doing what I like,drawing and exploring,and of course,being with Ace,we have the custom of sleeping together,but without anything going on,just sleeping,when he needs my help I'm there for missions and exploring too.
My favourite thing is exploring islands and robbing other pirates,and of course go shopping and taking Ace with me so we can hang out after to take a drink or just have some special food.
Sometimes I train with Ace too,but since he's doesn't catch up with swords that much we don't train much together.
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aueua · 3 years
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oh I love the thought of cloth's little dots being bells... imagine the little ringing plus her cute cicada noises when she sleeps
yeah ! i think it was the promo art that made me think they were bells?
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i know i mentioned it in the tags of the other post when this ask was sent (i've already removed it bwuajghah) but. i like to think there's a scenario out there where they're all friends together that travel together (in this case they're checking out greenpath, discover cloth's sleeping tendencies, and proceed to write a song solely based on said tendency where later cloth gently removes a bell to allow myla to shake it in or. something).
and i know you didn't ask but (: have a bonus sudden writing from me because !! hrmm... i don't know really ! i think i wanted a bit of comfort for myself.
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it starts with setting up a tent, all three of them working in tandem to pitch it to the song of their own laughter. one-two, a quilt thrown over the grass, three-one, pegs hammered in. another beat to hoist up the poles fashioned from sculpted stone and braided vine ropes. an interlude—after the leaves are plastered on as a cover—to eye each other, see who will dare throw themselves into the comfort cage first.
(it's myla, and she does so happily without a care to the recovering world.)
bretta drops her satchel off to the side. cloth rests her club alongside the worn pick inclined against the corner. it's bright, warm, and there's the distant sound of running acid accompanying a light, cool air. it's not a large tent. but it's theirs. it fits them and then some and it was all their own work.
the secret crystals embedded into the pegs they'd brought for myla, though she always argues that she didn't need them. not anymore. not when she had found wealth in the other two, a kind of bond she could not have even with her long gone sisters. (it flusters them every time. even the miner herself, albeit she takes it in stride since it's fact. it's as true as the truth that they were here—alive, under her touch.)
the love woven into every seam of the quilt that bretta tries to insist was not much at all, but they know well enough that such a skill came with its due passion. a very passion that when looking closer (ah, don't look—!), it's all three of them hidden in the fabric. secret messages just for the curious them, and a subtle sheen that seems to reveal their journey together so far. (she couldn't help it, or so she always murmurs into a soft laugh. they were her muses, now. companions that she cherishes dear.)
the clumsy handiwork of cloth, who's gotten better mind you, at setting everything together with her own strength. being able to lift the others up when they can't quite reach something due to the differences in their stature. it's their own score, their own pride. she herself has admitted it, once. well. perhaps not just once, but how the other two have changed her—for the better.
(how nola would have loved to meet them. how nola would be happy, to see her living at the least, for them if not herself. she always finds sudden arms around her when she's lost in these musings, but those are the times she's especially glad for her larger stature. glad, to be able to hold them both and embrace them at the same time.)
eventually, they agree to rest for the day. cloth is more than happy to take up the offer and is the first one whose head drops to rest. myla and bretta shuffle close. the beetle unscrews a paintbrush from its container and gets to writing onto a tablet. the other's eyes curve into smiling upturned crescents as she begins to sing gently, her claws rested over her chest. gentle and aimless came the tune. for her, for them, for herself. it's a lilt, there aren't any words—not yet.
and they hear it. feel it.
the rumbling purr they've learned to recognize as cloth being asleep. myla can't help but giggle in between verses, and bretta has to draw her brush away at times so she doesn't smear the words from how infectious it is.
because they're so close, they know now that there's a delicate ring that comes from her shawl. bells that she never quite confesses why she has, but she at least tells them it's from her nola and that she could never bring herself to part with them regardless of how disadvantageous it may seem.
and, well. they've always said that rather than disadvantageous, it has its own charm. a reminder that nola is always with her.
cloth supposes they're right.
(not supposes. knows.)
and that's how it goes. myla'll eventually fall asleep with herself leaning against the cicada, and bretta'll take a pause at some point in her musing to let the tablet dry. she'll look over, and she'll wonder. wonder how a maiden like herself ever managed to befriend them. (she never questions if she deserves them anymore. the two always remind her that she's enough to them and to them and them alone, well, she supposes that's more than fine.)
so she'll pull aside tablets that she's never shown them (not yet, perhaps later when she feels more confident) and write her appreciation. write these moments. record the entries, this time with assurance that none of it was a dream. it was their moment to share, and eventually, she herself will rest on the opposite shoulder.
and they're happy.
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Aight yall know the rules. 18 PLUS. Minor DNI, this was written for and helped to be dreamed up by @kingkatsuki who is always down to simp over Bakugou with me. Drummer!Bakugou x kindagroupy fem reader. Warnings include lots of smut and impact play. 💋🐱
Welts and bruises were hardly seen beneath the black swirling ink that snaked from a thick wrist all the way up a banded arm to nestle itself just barely over a normally guarded heart. Your fingers grip at drumsticks as you look over a certain hot head, unsure of your relationship status other than the fact that he used you to bring himself down from the height of the show. 
Just like he did a month ago at a meet and greet. Glaring at your stupid rare band shirt that featured him instead of his band mates. "No one gives a fuck about the drummer. It's why I'm the fucking drummer so I don't have to deal with mindless extras."  
To be honest it was his first time seeing that shirt since production, signing all 70 in existence half heartedly. You recall how agitated he was, obviously forced to this meet and greet when normally there were rumors that he never shows. He twirls his drumstick in his large fingers to keep from exploding as Kirishima, Jiro and Denki entertain the snobby VIPs. You had been lucky enough to win your ticket in a radio drawing and even though Bakugou wasn't talking much, not that you expected him too, it was nice to be there. 
Nice to have his garnet gaze cutting into your skin even if it was just harsh glares. It takes Kirishima a minute to figure out just why Bakugou hasn't left yet. His own glistening rubies roaming the small group of five until they land on you. The devil settles himself in Kirshima's skin as he stands, a rare and cocky smirk adornes his lips. He sits next to you, practically on top of you and your cheeks flush from the closeness of your second favorite band mate. You can smell the linger sweat from the show, musk and dark pine needles tickle your nose as you swallow desire whole. Choking just a bit as he leans closer. His calloused digits finger the hem of your shirt, pulling it away from your body a bit to inspect it more closely. 
"Ah, that's a sight to see." He chuckles, eyeing the shirt that has a shirtless Bakugou in action, sticks raised as he sits over his precious drum set, "This is from one of our first real gigs." 
"I know. The drumming interlude while Jiro rested her strained voice was so energizing. After that amazing show I had to buy a t-shirt of my favorite member! But they didn't have any at the show. It was hard finding this." Suddenly Bakugou's gaze becomes too much, leaving you feeling hot and bothered as the room seemed to smell like spiced caramel. What little ease you felt by Kirishima was devoured by the brooding blonde sitting on his throne of well worn leather. Gulping, you turn to face Kirishima a bit more as he chuckles again. 
"You don't want sour puss as your favorite. How about I make you a deal huh?" The room goes a little quiet as the other VIPs feign interest to hear. After a moment you nod a bit nervously fighting to keep your gaze on Kirishima. Meanwhile Bakugou tongues his lip ring with irritation.
"Why don't we trade shirts? I'll give you mine for yours?" He says, large hand gripping at the fabric at the nape of his neck. Pulling it off in one swift motion, setting it gently in your hands. The fabric a bit damp from the show, tingling pine masks your senses as you grip at the black fabric. 
Would it be rude to turn down a rock star? 
Just as you're about to find out the blonde stands, all eyes wide and set on his godly figure. His abs peeking out from beneath his infamous sleeveless and tattered black denim vest. 
The same one you wore now. You remember how he dragged you from the room and showed you just exactly who your favorite band member. Not knowing he played right into Kirishima's hand. 
Even now he still gets possessive when Kirishima comes too close. Pushing the guitarist and side vocals harshly away as Bakugou comes to close to you, cornering you against a sidewall backstage. 
"Hey Brat. Are you flirting with fire engine again?" His face says pissed but his tone is all tease. He nips at your ear before gripping your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. He licks a stripe up the column relishing how you taste before leaving a gasp inducing bite. Pink indents and a beautiful bruise bloom in his wake. Absentmindedly his thumb swipes over the mark gently. 
"Did you hurt yourself Suki?" You ask softly, hands having discovered just how raised those welts were. He watches the worry stain your features, pulling your bottom lip into a delightful pout. He leans down to your face, pulling at the jutting lip and giving it a small bite. Your skin erupts in heat, surging through your body until it settles in between your legs.  He pulls back, giving you his signature arrogant smirk. 
"Oi, don't get so worked up Princess. I'll show you how I got them after this set." He takes the drumsticks from your grip giving you a final, searing kiss before he makes his way on stage. Always the first to get the crowd hyped up as everyone else got situated. 
Anyone who had seen the same set of songs performed twice weekly for a month might have used the word bored to describe how they were feeling as they waited for the band to finish. 
But you were not like most people, see these 90 minutes that sometimes stretched into two hours was equivalent to a strip tease for you. Always having to shift your weight with the passing of each song, trying to get some friction for the heat that he caused at your core. His ash blonde hair would become darker, losing his spiky nature as it drooped from the weight of caramel scented bliss, the stands sticking to his skin causing him to push it back, exposing his forehead. His black shirt would darken as well, agitating the hot head as it clung to his muscles, sticking to skin and trying to throw off his rhythm. Between a song he places one of his drumsticks in his mouth, letting his large hand tear at the shirt until he can shed it off as if it were a second skin. 
The crowd always roars with excitement as the camera zooms in on him. On his dark eyes and glistening pecs. The ink of his arms and just barely over his pectorals sends a jolt of electricity through you, mouth salivating as you remember them hovering over you the night before. 
You clench around nothing, underwear becoming uncomfortable in your pleated skirt as you pull the well worn denim closer to you as you wait. 
Finally the show ends with Jiro giving all of her love to the crowd, to Kirishima and Denki rifting notes off of corded strings as Bakugou guides them with his ever steady beat. Slamming onto the symbols, foot bass and the drums, sweat flying from him as he moves. 
"Until we meet again!" They scream and the crowd echoes back their famous saying. 
Bakugou practically runs off stage, damp with caramel bliss as he rushes to you. Hunched over so he can scoop you up, giving you a twirl as he hoisted you into the air. Banded arms resting under your ass. 
"Did you see me out there, kitten?" His voice is rasped as he pants, laced in rare and genuine excitement. His skin sticking to your skirt and shirt as he brings you down to your black converse. He kisses you hungrily, gasping between kisses trying to catch his breath as he clings onto you with shaking fingers. 
"I'm always watching, king." You reply between swipes of his tongue. 
"Skipping the meet and greet again Bakugou? Manager Todoroki won't be happy." Kirishima comments, his voice softer than normal, his own dyed hair sticking to his skin. 
"Fuck him. It's an hour from now anyway dick head. I'll be in later." Bakugou growls back, as you push hair from his face to better see his eyes and his forehead. He lifts your giggling form again as he takes you back to his room. 
Neither of you hear Kirishima's comment to Jiro. 
"Have you ever seen him so in love?" 
The darkness of the room and the smell of you are soothing to Bakugou, his body still a live wire from the show as he tries to get a second wind so he can please you. He knows what his performance does to you, having come back to you soaking through your panties. Just as you were now, still his endurance was tested this week with three shows in a row. 
"Maybe you should-" 
"No." It comes out as a growl as he slowly begins to strip you of your clothes. Leaving you in nothing but his favorite skirt, he pushes you to lean over the futon, flipping up your skirt so he can see your bare sex. 
"God you're such a dirty slut." He sees your sex and thighs glistening with your slick, he lets his fingers collect your essence before swirling over that sensitive bud. 
"F...fuck Katuski." You cry out, hips bucking against him already before he leans over your body, his hard on poking your through his black jeans. 
"Still wanna see how I got these bruises baby?" He pants, even fingering you was taking effort but he wanted, needed to see you panting, begging beneath him. 
"Y..yes yes please!" His fingers still working as he's pressed against you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you see stars. Shaking beneath him as he puts you through two more. Slick pulling away from your sex in strings causing him to lick his fingers dry, holding eye contact with you as you shudder. 
Eye liner already starting to smudge as your mouth falls open into a mewl. He reaches for the wooden sticks in his back pocket. He removes one, the stick nicked and scuffed in various spots from the intensity of tonight's show.  He rubs your ass with his large palm before letting a harsh smack land on your supple cheek. Repeating the process until your cheeks glowed bright red. He lets the smooth wood run across your burning ass before he tests it with a light whack. Trying to remember how it felt against his own skin wanting to keep the damage at a minimum.  The precise impact causes you to jolt and whine. 
"More, I need more." You cry again and again as he let's the wood impact on your tender cheeks. Alternating sides while rubbing where he just hit  
"Yea? Such a greedy slut." Getting lost in your begging he brings down the drumstick a little too harshly, his mind hazed from the lingering show and from the pull of you. The stick snaps in half causing a bruising welt to rise at an alarming rate. Growling he tosses the stick aside, coming down to kiss and bite at your ass tenderly. You push your hips in the air. 
"Katsuki, baby. Please, please fuck me." You beg as tears fall down your perfect cheeks. 
"Fine, but." He pants slowly freeing himself as he lets the head of his cock stretch your sentence, "But only to cockwarm." 
"Noooo!" You whine, squirming as he plunges himself into your velvety walls, already setting a slow pace just to feel you clench against him if anything. 
"Please, please King. I want more. I need you to fill me, Katsuki, please." 
"I'll fucking give it to you brat." He snaps, the sight of you was too much.  Peering over your shoulder, eye liner smeared, hair sticking to your face as your mouth formed that perfect O. He throws caution to the wind and gives in to instinct, to you. 
He sets a harsh pace, his body shaking from exertion as he pounds into you with sloppy haste. Being much more vocal than usual as he grunts and groans allowing your tight cunt to pull him in. The sounds of your arousal echoes through the room as your feet come off the floor, squeezing your thighs around Bakugou to keep him close. Slowly you become limp letting him fuck into you before tensing as he hits that damned spongy spot. Causing stars to catch in your vision and the sounds of his groaning send you over the edge. 
"I'm gonna-" But you never finish it as a scream rips up your throat causing your voice to go hoarse. Your spasming cunt sends the hot head into a groaning tangent. His hips pistons into your soaking heat sloppily before they stutter. His hands gripping at your hips, body shaking the way yours normally does after a heavy session. He pants your walls in ropes of delicious hot cum, the action causing you to whimper.
In what feels like too a short time to Bakugou but the perfect amount to you, he withdrawals from you. Watching you twitch as his seed slips out. Gently he pushes it back in, before gathering some on his digits determined to make you cum a few more times until he is ready to go again.
Bucking and crying trying to squeeze your thighs to shut him away but he spreads you out until his fingers pull something special from you. Body so tense that if touched wrong you might shatter. 
And shatter you do as a silent scream escapes your lips, a clear liquid squirting onto his inky arm and black clothes.
"Ah, kitten I wanted you to squirt on my cock." He coos, rubbing slow sensual circles to bring you down slowly. Rubbing your ass, sure to check on your battered cheek, damning himself for losing control. He lifts you up, turning you to face him as you cling to him, arms crushing him to your smaller frame. 
"You okay Princess?" He asks, peppering kisses atop your head causing tears to burn your eyes. You choke out the question you had been meaning to ask since that first night. 
"What am I to you?" Your voice shakes as badly as your body, as if you were freezing from a chill. He tenses beneath you and you think you've crossed the line. Before you can backtrack he pushes you away from him to grab your chin. Leveling your face to his as he stares into your soul. 
"My fucking everything." He growls out, voice worn from overuse, "How else can I show you?" 
His thumb wipes away a few stray tears as you process what he has said. 
"I gave you my lucky vest didn't I?" You giggle at his question, nodding in agreement. He pulls you into a hug, eyes glaring at the clock. 
"Stay." He commands rushing to the sink to dampen a rag in warm water. He starts with your face, clearing it of the black eye liner. Slowly making his way down your body until he gets to your sticky sex. Wiping away his essence and yours before pressing a soft kiss to your hair line. He tosses the rag into the sink and rummages through your duffle bag returning with the shirt that started it all. A kiss is pressed to the black fabric before he slips over your head, sliding his lucky vest onto your strong shoulders before he adjusts your skirt. Twirling you in a mock dance to check for stains on your skirt, when he sees none he dresses himself pressing a water into your hand. You bite your lip thinking he's going to leave you here. 
"Sorry but you gotta come with me to the meet and greet since you've got this on." He tugs at the black denim causing you to giggle. Relief floods his aching body as your lips curl into a bright smile. 
True to his word Bakugou slips into the long meet and greet with you in tow an hour and a half after he started. 
"Here's your fucking sticks kid." He says, shoving a set of drumsticks into some snobby kids hands. The man scoffs with a retort. 
"I paid for the ones you used tonight. These ones are brand new." 
Bakugou narrows his eyes at him, leaning in close as if you share a secret but he speaks at a normal volume. His face suddenly changing to a cocky, knowing smirk. 
"Guess I broke tonight's pair kid. Tough fucking luck."
He sits in his normal spot, away from others. Pulling you onto his lap, reminding the room that he was taken. 
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happyselves · 3 years
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Disaster qualification ( A Portimao story ) { Daniel Ricciardo x reader }
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You were searching for your best friend Daniel in the paddock and garage of Mclaren, but he was nowhere to be found, you even asked a mechanic and some journalist. It wasn't his kind to leave like that and he wasn't answering his phone, but after that terrible qualification where he didn't pass through Q1, you weren't surprised. He needed a break, he was feeling pressure and anxious and you never saw him like that before, of course he knew that he needed time to adapt his driving style adn himself to his new car to make it one ,but he was starting to feel depressed as it wasn't going as fast as he thought. That's a thing you like in Daniel, he will always have that competitive side in him even after 10 years doing the job. His determination was always there, but he needed things to go as he planned otherwise he was starting to doubt himself and everything was starting to go downhill. You knew that he needed just a little push, a little sign that he was doing something good and he was evolving or going in the right way, it was a matter of time but he was so stubborn and impatient.
After more than an hour of searching for him you find his engineer who told you that he was quiet the whole debrief and just mumbled a quick " I'm going back to the hotel ". So that's where he was, back in the hotel, probably at the gym hitting the frustration away on some punching ball perhaps. His engineer asked you if you wanted to take the ride to go back to the hotel with them since he left you all alone in the paddock. You couldn't believe he let you there, even Michael. You needed to have a talk with him too after you find Daniel and scold him as well.
Arriving in the hotel lobby you ask at the front desk where the gym was and they show you the direction, but when you enter it, no trace of Daniel or MIchael, well there must be only one place he could be and you were heading to eat now. You knock on his bedroom door, once, twice and one last time before remembering that he actually gave you one spare key if you needed anything, you didn't really know why he did but right now you were glad he did as you opened the door. It was dark, all the countain were close and only an ambiance light was on, and then you find him, sitting on the floor, only wearing a long shirt and his boxers, the rest of his clothes messy on the floor. He didn't even look up when he heard someone coming in, perfectly knowing it was you, plus he was to focus on his big tub of ice cream that was already halfway through eaten. You silently sit next to him, your head laying on the edge of the bed, watching the ceiling. You didn't have to wait long for him to offer you his spoon for you to take some of his vanilla ice cream. Vanilla ... so cliche yet you knew that when he was feeling down it was always the one it would choose because it was a safe choice. You took the spoon and dug it in the melted ice cream before bringing it to your lips, where he finally looked at you.
" Are you here to scold me or to witness my misery ? " he asks you, almost lost in his mind as his eyes focus on your lips where some vanilla fell down the spoon, he licked his own lips as he was waiting for you to answer.
" I don't know, I was going to kick your ass for forgetting me at the track then ice cream came into the party so I guess you already know what I think of what you did, right ? " You were now going to sit straight in front of him.
" I fucked up ... " he was defeated, like he lost hope and belief in him and it never happened to him before, maybe once or twice in his career but not recently, not when everyone including him knows how great of a driver he is. It's like your heart broke at the sight of him like this.
" You know that didn't mean anything, you will be better tomorrow, I know you know it too." You tried to reassure him, putting your hands on his knees, searching for his gaze, but you felt it didn't really work this time.
" No, look at the reality, I still can't do anything in this car, I don't know why, that's not them it's me and I'm scared I won't be able to deliver what I promised them" Yes you definitely never saw him like that, the team wasn't really putting pressure on him, they knew he needed time and everyone one else, if there were someone to blame here, that would be the media here, you were sure of it, Daniel isn't someone to give up, even when it hurts, he take the punch and fight back silently if he needs to, showing everyone the flame he had in him the next day. The flame wasn't here right now, you were searching for it as he finally locked eyes with you, but it was nowhere to be found. How will you be able to bring it back ?
" Daniel ... look at me " you took the ice cream tub away from his hands to put it as far on the floor as possible. Your hands find his face directly after that, taking his cheeks in your palm to force him to face you.
" You are Daniel Ricciardo, you are not done at all and you will get up and do better tomorrow, this qualification didn't mean anything even your team isn't mad about it, Daniel don't start to listen to the media again, you know they are just trying to write on blank paper because they don't have better story to feed themselves with. You are better than this and you need to believe in yourself the same way I believe in you, otherwise you might just quit then and we both know you are not a quitter. " This long motivational sentence felt more like a declaration to your friend and by the way his eyes showed a bit of sparkle, you knew you had reached him there. His eyes were focused on yours and you felt they were piercing your soul making you suddenly feel very shy, your own cheeks blushing. You didn't let go of Daniel's face, blown away by how handsome he was in this moment, so vulnerable under your touch. The new emotion you were discovering of him was drawing new lines on his beautiful face, making him even more mesmerizing. Your fingers were caressing his skin like he was the most precious thing in the world. These tired lines make him slightly older than he was but you find it charming. His eyes shut at the touch and he let a long breath he has been holding for long leave his chest. Your index finds his eyelid, touching and examining every little detail of your best friend. You never did that before with him, with anyone else for that matter and it felt so intimate yet you couldn't stop and the most important thing was that you didn't want to anyway.
His hands find yours, placing them on top of it and taking them in as he opens back his eyes, his lips brushing your fingers to kiss them as what you find to be a thankful gesture.
" You always know what to say to me, no matter what you are always here for me even when I am trying to push you away far to not hurt you " His sincerity knocked you, was he thinking that he was hurting you ?
" You didn't hurt me Daniel, what hurt me is seeing you like this and not being able to do much to make you feel better, I want to do so much for you, that might sound selfish, but just to be able to see that beautiful smile of you, I would do anything " You were entering a dangerous category here and you didn't know if it was something a friend would say in normal term. The last phrase piqued his curiosity and you saw it had his eyes change radically.
" Anything ? " Your hands were still locked in his, he was caressing your skin with his thumb until the pressure felt more firm and he brought you closer to him, making you lose balance and almost fell on his chest. It was dangerous and you like it, you never thought of him this way but the possibility of something more with him just smash open a door in your brain. You didn't know if you should let everything go as it comes or stop it right now before it's too late. Your brain couldn't think at all, not like your pounding heart in your chest.
" anything ... yes " He didn't have the time to act before you close the gap between you two and catch his lips. It was just a peck but that was enough for him to freeze, not moving an inch before he realised what was happening.
That's where his lips react on their own and kiss you back, deepening the kiss, releasing all the passion he didn't know he had for you. The texture of your lips throwing him off the edge, the vanilla taste of the ice cream still on your lips. He let go of your hands to catch your thighs, making you uncross them to straddle him and being even more close to his body. Your hands find their perfect place on the back of his neck and head, playing with the dark curls of his hair. You feel like time has stopped and all the anxiety was leaving Daniel's body, you were like a medicine to him. Healing him from all his worries, nothing matters in this instant, not the race tomorrow or the qualification that he had today or even the consequences of it, just you ... only you. It took you all the courage in you to break the kiss and make him look at you, because he didn't know why you stopped it since it was feeling so good and so right.
" Daniel ... " The words were stuck in your throat, you didn't even remember what you wanted to say as his eyes laid on you, if you didn't know him better you would have said that he was very adorable, but no he was doing his puppy face with his swallowed lips from the kiss. .You know exactly what he was trying to do and it's not the change of dynamics in your relationship that will erase his behavior when he wants something. He wanted you to write on his face, he could even try to hide it and he didn't want to, that's why his hands were now finding their way sneakily under your shirt, like you wouldn't notice.
" You need to rest, we have all the time to continue << this >> another time, but it's late and you need to rest " You were poking his chest, making him giggle. If he was asking you if you wanted to continue this, you weren't sure that you would be capable of saying no, but he gladly asked something else.
" Then, stay with me, sleep in my bed tonight, just tonight ... I don't want to be alone " Puppy eyes ... again and your heart melts ... again. How were you able to resist him before ? Since your lips touch his it was impossible now, your brain wasn't thinking and your body couldn't be in total control around him.
" Okay I will stay ... if you promise me to behave '' He lifts his hands up in the air looking like an innocent baby, mimicking with his fingers an invisible zip on his lips.
You both got in bed, you borrowed one of his shirts and decided to only wear it with your panty. You fell asleep easily in each other's arms,but it's later in the night when you turn that you felt Daniel spooning behind you, grabbing one of your breasts with one hand, the other one grabbing you by the waist to get closer. His breath in your neck, sensing your scent before leaving some butterflies to kiss. He was definitely awake and was now lifting your shirt to feel your skin. You were in a state where you weren't awake but aware of what was happening. You tried your best to hide the smile that was forming on your face but it was impossible when your new lover was making it very clear he wanted you. Slightly opening your eyes, it was still dark outside which could only mean it was too early to wake up and that you should both sleep again, especially him since he had to race tomorrow and he couldn't lose sleep even if you both wanted to explore each other's bodies for the remainder of the night. You hummed a quick moan before turning to face him, you could barely see his figure in the dark but you could imagine how he was hungrily watching you. Touching his lips with your fingers you feel his teeth biting his down lips. He was definitely leaning toward your touch like he never had someone come in physical contact with him tenderly.
" Daniel ..." was the only thing your tired voice could say before the breath you were holding released itself. " You have the race tomorrow ", you poke his chest with your finger, trying to distance yourself from his warm embrace.
" I don't care, what matters to me now is you ", he caresses your cheeks from the palm of his head before letting it hang on the side of your neck. One movement toward him and your lips would meet again.
" You don't think about the race because you are tired, and that's exactly why I've made you promise to behave", you whispered that last part, thankful the dark was hiding your cheeks burning at the idea of him and you. After what felt like an eternity, but just a couple of seconds in real silence you heard him lick his lips and he moved away from you, putting a physical distance between your two bodies like an act of resistance from him.
" You're right ... ", it wasn't sadness or disappointment in his voice, more like his inner voice of reason making an apparition in his blurry thought,blind by lust until now.
" Trust me I want you just as much, I've just find you, we are finally on the same page, and I promise you that I am fighting just as much as you right now not to touch you and have you only for me ", you rambled and he shush you just as quick as your word coming out of your mouth.
A sigh came out of his mouth and you felt him sniffing his body on the back, his eyes looking at the nonexistent ceiling in the dark. He searches your hand to tranglying your fingers together and keeps the contact between you. You soon after did the same and you were now two idiots looking at nothing, your eyes not finding anything to focus on and they shut themselves to rest.
You fell asleep like this, side by side, holding hands, frustrated to not have given to the pulsion you both had.
The brightness of the room was what woke you, it was hard to open your eyes and when you did, the light and the tiredness of your eyes blinded your vision, a tear forming on the corner of one eye was soon to be wrapped away by a finger. His finger, he was awake, sitting on the side of the bed, already ready to leave for the paddock.
" Hello beautiful ", he said and his voice could be compared to that of an angel. " I've got to run for debrief but you can stay in a bit longer if you want, I ordered breakfast for you it shouldn't be long to arrive ", he was so careful, you hadn't really clarified the relation between the two of you, but was the word couple needed when he was already being so perfect ? You knew it wasn't an act for your new dynamics because he was already like that before. He kissed you on the cheek and stood up, you were already missing him and he wasn't even gone yet.
" mmh, give me an hour and I will join you ", your sleepy voice made him smile so bright that it was competing with the sun to know which one will warm your heart the most.
" See you there ", was the last thing he said before he disappeared in the hallway, closing the door behind him.
That day he end up p9 which was a huge work from him and the team after the knock out in q1 from yesterday. You felt proud of him even if he wasn't feeling the car like his own yet. You Saw him briefly after the race, when he offered you a hug and a small kiss on the lips, a kiss that felt like a thank you for always being there for him and putting his needs before yours. Thank you for being the best friend he needed, the ears who listen to his complain and the voice of reason in his head. The person that will make him feel better no matter how down he feel. You both didn't needed words to express how last night change everything in your relationship but not so much in your friendship. You were evolving together and it was only the beginning of something beautiful that didn't need an end. A book you start reading but never end because there is no end. The only end you knew so far was the promising end of the day. He took time to whisper in your ears before leaving for his post-race interview.
Yes it was definitely an end you were looking forward to indeed.
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Hello there ~ Congrats on 100! 🎉💕 I'm so happy for you!! I was wondering if I could request a match up for Ikevamp. I'm fairly new to Tumblr and this is my first match up request so I'm a bit nervous since you are literally the first person I will have interacted with on here 😅 but I love your writing! If you are busy or have a lot of requests or anything please don't worry about it or overwork yourself! It's a lot of work and I totally understand!! Also edit, I'm really sorry in advance. This was way longer than I intended.
I am a bi female. I am an Aries but I am close to the cusp (April 18th). I don't typically associate myself with most Aries traits outwardly though since I am really shy and reserved, but internally I can see it as I am competitive with myself and a major perfectionist. But I'm low-key chaotic as can be like I'd identify myself as chaotic good since I'm just a mess with good intentions 😂 I am an INFP-T personality (which is scary accurate to me) if that helps any!
I am very short, only 5' tall and I am slim with overall small/petite features and frame. I have medium/dark, warmer toned brown eyes and auburn wavy/loose curly hair. I am very pale but have a lot of small freckles on my face and body. I've been told I look a lot younger than my age I think since I have a round face and am overall a small person. I'm very friendly and smile a ton but I am shy. I get big "eye smiles" whenever I smile and tend to blush a lot cause nerves. I've been told I tend to smile a lot and because I'm a shy, vv awkward person, my go to whenever I meet up with literally anyone is to smile out of nervous habit so people tend to think I'm overly friendly or approach me but in reality I'm a nervous boi.
I study landscape architecture and wildlife biology in college rn so I really love art and nature! I want to do habitat restoration after college. I especially am interested in plants and often go hiking and identify plants as well as do botanical drawings.
I am interested in both math and science as well as art. I enjoy watercolor painting as well and I am interested in illustrating children's books if landscape architecture doesn't pan out 😅
Besides that I have an obsession with extreme love for cats. I'm not ashamed to say my cat is my best friend, she is perfection 😂 I love anything living though thats not a person. Plant, animal, insect, they're all so wonderful to me and I tend to feel more comfortable around animals and nature than people.
My favorite color is a pale pink, I really love light, cutesy things. But my personal style is very retro academia. I wear a lot of clothes from the 60's and 70's or inspired by then. I really like fashion and fashion history.
My favorite food is spaghetti with just cheese. I may be an adult but oh well,, some plain ol spaghetti just hits the spot every time. I love baking and cooking though and have a sweet tooth. I used to decorate cakes in high school and I enjoy creating my own recipes and desserts.
I like to daydream, play video games, drink tea, sketch, read, and listen to music as well. I also spend a ton of time outdoors enjoying nature. I love trivial and fun facts. I want to gain as much knowledge as I can about the world.
I don't like things that are too loud I suppose. I'm a pretty easy going person but I am very nervous in crowds or places that are too loud. I'm also afraid of storms and I'm not fond of extremely dark places either. I don't like failing/faltering or embarrassing myself, especially in academics. I am extremely nervous talking to large groups or meeting new people as well, I prefer small, more personal interactions. While I enjoy talking to people it's just really hard so I don't usually unless they reach out to me first. I also hate conflict and drama (unless I'm not involved, then bring the popcorn). But any conflict is a big oof for me.
In a relationship, I really like surprise hugs and signs of affection. Sudden surprises create a sense of excitement which I really like to have. I like the idea of a relationship feeling new, passionate, and exciting, despite being together for awhile. I don't like gifts necessarily since I feel uncomfortable receiving things, I prefer sharing special memories. I'm not huge on PDA, I feel uncomfortable if someone is too clingy around others, especially my family or someone I know since my family is pretty conservative. But if we are alone, I love tons of affection and little acts of love. Hugs from behind, a small brush of our hands, holding pinkies, light kisses, and lots of smiles just make me melt, ugh tiny gestures are so cute. Communication is very important to me but not my strong suit, I tend to shy away from issues and trip over words I don't mean, but body language is very important and I think can be better for me and for my partner to understand.
I would like to be able to enjoy a comfortable silence with someone while we both read or do something while holding hands or just touching in some subtle way. I would love to be able to escape my perfectionist front that I have around others when I'm with my partner and be able to make really silly, dumb jokes and have lots of laughs. I love the idea of joking around while loosely holding each other. I present myself very seriously but I'm a big goof and rather dorky and like to have fun but romantic interactions.
Also it would be a plus if they love or at least tolerate kitty cuddles with me and my cat. My cat is such a baby, she's constantly in my lap or following me around so we are a package deal basically 😂
I'm sorry this is so long, and I hope it is enough for you as well!! Thank you so much for opening up match ups too! If you need anything else let me know! Take care of yourself and congrats!! 💕
It’s perfection don’t worry. Thank you so much for sending the request. I hope you are taking care of yourself too and everything is good.
Anyway I matched you with.....................
                                                            ............Isaac
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HA BET YOU DIDN’T SEE THAT ONE COMING!
oh you did?
ok I’ll stop
Isaac is a very curious person much like yourself
he loves discovering and learning new things
and that is the first thing Isaac noticed about you to be honest
sure he saw you and was like Damn she gorgeous but that was about it
however when he discovered that you are also a curious but little nervous bean he started opening up to  you
neither of  you like crowds and loud people who disrupt your concentration, so usually you spend your time in the library
sitting together in silence and reading
loves that your cute and blushy
even tho he’s exactly the same
as you got closer he started noticing more and more things about you
how your eyes would lit up when you passed certain plants in the garden
how you would hum to yourself and dance around thee kitchen a little when you thought nobody was looking
he loved everything about you from your adorably freckles to your reserved yet charming personality
it too him a long time to confess to you
a long time and a lot of pep talks from Leo
in the end he forgot everything Leo said and confessed to you in his own way
after that oh boy
you are the definition of inseparable
he’s new to this so you have to give him a little time to get used to it
after he’s comfortable he’s very affectionate
more in private but still
will give you surprised  hugs all the time
whether it’s that he walks up behind you and hugs you while turning apple red God if Isaac was here he’d kill me for that pun or him walking and scooping you up and plopping you in his lap in the library as you both get into some book
totally gets that you don’t like going to very crowded places
BOOM your wish is my command Isaac will almost always take you to fields of beautiful flowers so you can hang out, goof around, have a picnic and the stargaze
Isaac will pull you close or just hold your hand while explaining a few things about the constellation, after you will just enjoy the silence as you bask in each others company, while gazing up at the starry sky
he holds you pinky
finds it super cute and usually blushes harder than you even though he initiated it
holding your pinky is a personal thing for him
he finds it reassuring
you’ll just be walking and all of a sudden Isaac intertwines your pinkies
he’s anxiety on legs and holding your pinky is his way to tell you that in that moment he’s scared, anxious or just extremely nervous
you usually hug him and kiss his cheek
holding your pinky can also be that he loves you and hopes he’ll be with you forever
it depends on the situation, but he likes telling you he loves you like this
he has a surprisingly good sense of humour and likes to goof around with you
loves your cat
he wasn’t much on a cat person before, but your cat likes o play with Harry and he thinks that’s really cute
all in all you guys have a really good relationship
Ok now i have to pour some water on my head
CUTENESS OVER LOAD
Lia .exe has stopped working
That’s it! I hope you enjoyed and I hope you are well! Once again thank you @uwu-catlin for the request and the compliment. Love you 3000!
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Remember a few weeks ago when i posted about this alternative world i've been working on for years? Well, watching Sex Education has given me the motivation / inspiration to do something with it.
So, I'm gonna do a thing (still don't know what exactly it's gonna be?) about a bunch of teens going to this international humanities school (it's literally called World Humanities Academy), administrated by the UN in order to provide cooperation between all places in the world, that are selected randomly after presenting solicitudes to each of their countries' government.
This school, the WHA, is located on Lelu Island, off the coast of Kosrae, in the Federated States of Micronesia, and offers a very wide range of subjects concerning humanities and world affairs (a total of 148 subjects and 24 clubs / sports). Just so you understand how these subjects look like, here's an example of the 8 subjects a senior (the school is 4 years) could take plus a club they coud be in: Late Modern and Contemporary History of Central Africa [i literally just discovered the history periods are different in English and Spanish fuck], Ancient History of Micronesia, History of American Music, Philosophy, Post-classical History of Micronesia, Late Modern and Contemporary History of North Africa, Prehistory, and Uyghur Language; they could also be in the Drama Club.
They also teach Physics, Chemistry, Maths and Biology just in case, but yeah, it's mostly aimed at humanities kids. Also, every trimester they visit a different country to learn about its culture. This country is chosen randomly and they don't know about it until days before the trip, so it's always very exciting. Of course, just like the school tuition, these trips are covered by the UN. In this thing I'm doing, these are going to be the trips: in first grade they'll go to Cape Verde, Eastern Siberia, and Papua New Guinea; in second grade they'll go to Tahiti, Savoy, and Taiwan; in third grade they'll go to Twaland, Paraguay and Kashmir; and in fourth grade they'll go to Brittany, Tibet, and California.
And now, I wanted to leave here the characters I've made at the moment, so you get to see more countries and stuff. I've also associated an aesthetic / fashion style to them so you can also see their vibes and all.
So, the main character of this thing would be Adewa Owoeye. She's a bisexual trans girl from Osun state, Nigeria (it's not as big as our Nigeria tho, nearly all of the south from the border with Cameroon until Ondo state is independent), and her aesthetic is faecore (I also envision these fashion styles / aesthetics like fused with their own cultural background somehow, i can't draw but you know, i think it would be cool if they were combined).
Her best friend is Gracie Fisher. She's a straight cis girl from the London area, in England (yes, just England, no UK anymore). Her aesthetic is gremlincore.
The love interest is Mo Sharif, a cis straight guy from Wau, in South Sudan. His aesthetic is grunge.
Mo's best friend is Daudi Genzabuke-Werema, a cis gay dude from Mpanda, Western Tanzania (roughly the Tanzanian regions of Kigoma, Katavi and Rukwa), and his aesthetic is also grunge.
The mean girls of WHA are Kaavya Borgohain, a cis straight girl from South Salmara, in Assam (yes, Assam is independent), who wears traditional assamese clothing; Fern Tillman, a cis lesbian from Quartier d'Orleans, in Saint Martin (the island is unified) that has a heroin chic aesthetic; and Ru Xing (Xing Ru in the original order), a cis straight girl from an independent Macau (now a city-state) who wears preppy clothing.
The dudebros are in the hockey team, and are Tihoti Doweiya, a cis bisexual guy from Baiti, in Nauru, that has a cottagecore aesthetic; Ashraf Kaleel, a cis straight guy from the outskirts of Kuwait City, in the United Arab States (roughly comprises modern Iraq, Kuwait, Syria and Lebanon) with a cyberpunk aesthetic; and Alexander Hartjenstein, a cis straight guy from a town near Bremen, in Germany (keep in mind this Germany only comprises like the northern half of our Germany), who wears traditional countryside-like german clothing.
Apart from them, some random characters I've also made but haven't inserted into a clique or a group of friends or anything are Genca Mishaxhi, a trans asexual heterorromantic girl from the outskirts of Tirana, Albania (this Albania also includes Kosovo) who has a webcore aesthetic; Roberto Freitas, a cis bisexual guy from the island of Sal, in Cape Verde, who is a goth; Nazeer Hamdani, a cis straight guy from a town in Paktika, Pakistan (in here Pakistan is much bigger, it encompasses most of Afghanistan and part of other Central Asian states, but all of the south is independent) that rocks a bohemian style; Ranjit Chaudhari, a cis straight guy from a town in Sindhudurg, in Konkan (Konkan is basically all of the coastal area in the Indian states of Goa, Maharastra, and part of Gujarat) with a cottagecore aesthetic; and Kerry Tregonning, a cis aroace girl from St. Austell, Cornwall with a boyfriend style of clothing.
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MAKE OVER
Chapter 16: New Year’s Eve | FINAL
Jung Hoseok x Reader
Reader as Kang Hyeonji
SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.
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The party was in full swing, a large motley collection of people having gathered in the Jung's house to celebrate New Year's Eve, plus the engagement of Hoseok to his long-time girlfriend slash next door neighbor, Kang Hyeonji.
As the glamorous guest of honor, the happy couple were dressed for the part. The proud groom-to-be was resplendent in stylish Balenciaga navy trousers, an open neck Gucci blue shirt and a suave cream silk sports jacket by Supreme. is bride-to-be was stunning in a strapless party dress of emerald satin by Chanel, with an even more stunning emerald and gold choker gracing her elegant neck. It had been a Christmas present from her adorning fiance, one of many he'd lavished on her during the past year.
Hoseok had, in fact spoiled Hyeonji rotten with gifts of expensive clothes and jewelry, not to mention his myriad smaller purchases of chocolates, flowers and perfume. He'd taught her to drive in his precious car, and would've bought him a new car if she'd let him. Then there were the fantasy getaways he'd taken her on, weekends here and there at romantic places designed to seduce and soften even the hardest of hearts. Not that Hyeonji was a hard girl. Hoseok knew she wasn't.
But she'd been surprisingly difficult to win, he'd found to his consternation. He'd never been quite sure of her feelings. She'd keep him dangling, had often been late for dates, and had sometimes even dared to cancel them. He'd never quite known where he stood with her, which had been both irritating and intriguing. Only in the love making department had he been sure of his domination over her. There, she was a putty in his hands, melting at his touch, quick to be aroused and always willing, no matter how often he wanted her, or where.
She'd never said no, even when there;d been some danger of being discovered. His choosing precarious places, such as behind rocks at the beach or in a sparsely filled movie theater - had sometimes soothed the sense of emotional insecurity she instilled in him, he'd almost felt loved. There'd been no doubt she craved him sexually; could not deny him. But was that love?
Till Christmas Day, when he'd produced an engagement ring for her which would have done Elizabeth Taylor proud. It was huge brilliant-cut yellow Argyle diamond, set in white gold. But it had been his words as he'd given it to her that had seemed to do the trick. "This cost me a fortune, Hyeonji," he said. "But a fortune means nothing to me without you. Marry me, my darling. I love you so much and I think you love me. You don't have to say you do if you don't want to but it would be nice, just once, to hear it from your lips."
Hyeonji had stared at him and then burst into tears. He gathered her to him and heard the words he'd been dying to hear all year. "Of course I love you. Don't you know that yet? I love you, Hoseok. With all of my heart, I love you. I love you..."
He looked over at her now across the crowded living room and caught her eye. She smiled at him, brown eyes sparkling. It wasn't so much different from the smiles she'd given him before, but tonight he saw the love in them. Why hadn't he seen it before? Hoseok was about to walk across the room to join her when someone tapped him on the elbow.
"Hello, you gorgeous hunk, you. If I wasn't married, you know, I'd given Hyeonji a run for her money." It was Choon Hee, from the library. One of Hyeonji's best friends.
Hoseok smiled "You would have to be good."
Choon Hee nodded up and down. "You're right. Hyeonji's a grand girl and I'm very happy for her. You don't know how lucky you are."
"Oh, I think I do..."
"She's loved you for so long, you know." says Choon Hee
Hoseok was about to say he didn't know at all when he stopped himself. It was then he realized Choon Hee was off in another world, smiling at something in her head.
"I can still remember the day she came into the library and told me about Mr X. You must remember Mr X, Hoseok," she added, glancing up at him.
"Only too well," Hoseok said dryly, and he lifted the glass he was holding to his lips.
Choon Hee chuckled. "I nearly cracked up when she told me about him, especially when she said you hadn't twigged. I mean...you have to admit it's very funny, but rather typical of men, not seeing beyond their nose. But I dare say you've laughed together about it since."
"Laughed about what?"
"About you being Mr X, of course."
Hoseok's drink froze midway to his mouth. He stared at Choon Hee over the glass. She grimaced, then groaned. "Oh, dear heaven, you didn't know. I always assumed she'd told you. Oh Lord!"
Hoseok could hardly think. He was Mr X. His head spun with the news, and all it implied. Hyeonji had loved him all along. But she'd also lied to him, laughed at him, manipulated him. She'd been a schemer, as Tinashe had warned she was. He recoiled at his thought, and his feelings showed on his face.
"Don't you dare take that attitude," Choon Hee warned.
"Dont you DARE! That girl loves you. No, she adores and worships you. Always has done. But did you ever see it? Not on your nelly! You sailed on through your glamorous privileged life, tossing her a few crumbs from your table when it suited you. You didn't give a fig for her feelings. You took her for granted and you broke her heart."
"But that's not..."
"Oh, shut up and listen!" Choon Hee snapped. "So what if she protected her self-esteem by inventing Mr X? So what if she had some fun with it? She'd had little enough fun in her life at that point in time. Give credit where credit is due, Hoseok. When she saw her chance she went after what she wanted. She changed for you, lied for you, fought for you. And she won you, by God - won your love and your respect. Look at her, Hoseok. She's beautiful and very brave woman; a woman in a million. Don't you dare tell her I told you about Mr X. Don't take her pride. Go on letting her think you believe she once had a Mr X in her life, because maybe she needs that Maybe she...Oh my God, she's coming over. Promise me, Hoseok. Promise me, you won't tell her I told you."
"I promise Choon," he said faithfully. "And thank you...for making me finally see the light."
Hoseok watched the girl he loved walk towards them, a lovely smile on her lovely face. He felt humbled and incredibly moved as the full import of Choon Hee's words sank in. Hyeonji had always loved him. Oh, how cruel life could be sometimes. And how wonderful. He saw now why he loved her so much. Because she loved him so much. He must have sensed in it at some subconscious level, had known that to let her go would be the worst, most stupid thing he could ever do. He vowed now he'd never let her go. Never.
"What are you two sneaky devils talking about over here?" she asked, glancing from one to another. "You two were looking rather very serious, Choon Hee. You too love."
Hoseok's heart kicked over. Never had the word "love" on her lips sounded so sweet, or so touching. He wound his arm around her slender waist and pulled her against him. "We were having a very serious discussion on having children in this day and age, weren't we Choon?"
Choon Hee laughed. He could see the flicker of surprised pleasure in her eyes "I've been wanting to discuss children with you. I would like to have a baby quite soon, but I wasn't sure about you..."
No, he thought, understanding dawning. She still wasn't sure of him. It was a cruel legacy of all those years when he hadn't noticed her, hadn't wanted her. That's why she kept him unsure. She'd been protecting herself, had made him keep proving his love over and over. There was still a lot of work to be done, he realized, before she would feel totally secure in his love. But having children together would be a good start. He gave her a reassuring smile, and a loving squeeze.
Hyeonji gave a self-conscious laugh. "How about nine months after the wedding day?"
"How about six?" he returned, squeezing her again. The wedding date has been set in March.
"I think this conversation is getting too private for me," Choon Hee exited.
"Hoseok laughed "I like your Choon Hee. I think we'll ask her to be Godmother to our first child."
"Our...first child?"
"You don't honestly think we're going to have only one child, do you? Only children are notoriously spoiled."
"Yes, well..."
He kissed her. Then kissed her again. "Wanna get out of here?" he murmured
"Where?"
"Your room" Hoseok smirked.
Hyeonji sucked in a startled breath. "Mine? But it...it only has a single bed in it."
Hoseok took her hand and began drawing her from her room. "Single beds were just made for lovers." Hoseok loved her, Hyeonji, the simple, solid girl who'd always loved him. He would make sure she would never doubt it again, and he would never cause her to.
Midnight came with cheers and shouts, whistles and car horns. People spilled out of houses into the streets below. Everyone was kissing.
No one missed the guests of honor.
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DAY 1 - The writing of a love letter
February the 6th of 2019
France, Paris
Hey you,
Here... It feels so cold in here without you. We miss you ; The warmth that brought your laugh is becoming a simple and old memory. Just thinking about you, your smile, your laugh, the sound of it... Just thinking about it I end up forgetting how to talk properly.
Where should I start ? From the beginning, or the ending of it all ? Your goodbyes or the soft kisses you would give me every morning ? Because, even those goodbyes will forever be printed into my mind. By writing this letter for you, I am looking forward to relive every picture of our past and for a moment... Forget that this bond between us has been broken. I want to talk about love, what makes my heart feel heavy ; I need to tell you a story about us. I will try to explain to you why I always will be head over heels in love with your whole being.
We met duiring fall season, in one of those parisian libraries that face the Tuileries garden.
Your eyes squinting, observing with full attention and high concentration a book cover... The cover of a book that you had in your hands. I only made one step into the shop and my eyes already found you ; I couldn't help but stare, for a long minute that's the only thing I did: stare. You know, I really do remember every single detail of your face, I could draw it to you if I knew how to.
Wearing all black, from head to toe, you put the book back on the shelf and your hands quickly in the pockets of your coat. One of your foot kept hitting the floor with a constant rythm, you seemed so nervous or lost. You licked your lips at least four times in only one minute.
Thinking about it now, it is funny how you didn't seem to belong in this kind of shop, with these books surrounding us. My eyes went to your face again, I wouldn't be able to tell you for how long I looked at you but I couldn't help it. I guess, I can't help but stare at those who I find beautiful, you got to find out how I loved caressing that skin of yours with my eyes only. Your aura has always attracted me and that day we met, the beauty of it surprised me. You would ask me "Why surprised ?" if you were infront of me right now, well... They call it love at first sight, you know that phenomenon I don't believe in. Maybe now that I am remeniscing all of our story, I should start to believe in it because... I can feel how my heart started pounding at a fast pace than skipped a beat when you glared at me from the corner of your eye. And what did I do when you looked at me ? Well, my legs brought me far away from you and your brown eyes.
Trying to focus on the reading of my book, your voice managed to follow my steps that quick. And the other funny thing was you thinking that I worked in that library ; apparently I dressed as if I planned on going to work and I didn't look like I was casualy wandering through the streets of Paris. You stared hard again, my eyes kept contact and neither of us talked for what felt like the longest minutes ever. Finally you let me see that smile, a small smile that came with the cutest dimple I had ever seen. If it could happen, my cheeks would have turned red and maybe that day they did I didn't notice it. And if my cheeks had reddened I would have hidden half of my face under my scarf.
How I would have loved to know what went through your mind in that moment, what caused that silence ? What images flashed before your eyes then brought that smile on your face ? I never asked you, I never got the chance to. It is easier now that I won't have to hear you, possibly, whisper dirty reasons against my neck.
That famous charm, your presence... All of it was so fascinating to me. You know how curious I am, you know how easily I get intrigued by anyone or anything that lays infront of my eyes. Your charm got to me to a point where I couldn't think straight. Did you even notice it ? That effect you had on me. Did you... Do you even care about that day in general ? About us ? Do you remember any of the details of our first encounter as much as I do ? By reading this letter, does your heart flutter like mine does while I am confessing myself to you ? Do not worry, I am not writing to you so I could stir up your pity. I am just writing so when I write my final words in this letter, I will feel free and all this thoghts that keep running through my mind will evaporate... I hope so, I hope that I will get on with my life as easy as you did. You are the only person I felt like I could talk to before, and still today I only feel at ease when I confide my thoughts to you ; That is because you are the only man that made me understand what love is, the real one, not what I have gotten to know in books. You woke an emotion totally unknown to my being until today. You taught me things, and I let you meet the Babylone people never had (and never will) get the chance to face. We got naked, faced eachother, discovered every ounce of what we hid behind those clothes and presently I am starting to ask myself if any of it was real. From you... Were you sincere ? Because I was, I loved you, and I still do to this day. I love you every month, every week, every day, every hour, every minute and every second that the gods grant me to live on this earth. I love you.
You flew away, you left and asked me to forget ; to never wait for your return because you said I would be able to manage without you being next to me. But I just couldn't help but fall even more in love with who you are, again. Your dilated pupils, parted lips, hands under my sweatshirt... your sweatshirt, colliding with my cold skin. The heat rising to my cheeks and managing to relax my fingers until I let go of the book in my hands.
I just nod my head when you talked to me. I tried to keep my composure facing you, but the only thing I wanted and needed to do was to cry. To cry hard and scream until I lost my voice, until no tear would have been found in my eye sockets. But I didn't cry, I nod my head without questionning any word that came out of your mouth ; I stayed calm and composed, what an actress I was, right ? My talent was undeniable. I wanted to scream and throw a tantrum in the middle of the train station but I didn't do anything. If you knew how much I would have loved for it to be easy... You know, forgetting about you, about us. To move on, to act like the whole year, our entire story was only a dream. A magnificent dream... But I can't do it. I couldn't do it and I still can't. To be completly honest with you, I don't think that I will ever be able to. Some days, when I don't think about you I dream about you. I dream about your lips on mine, your hot palms on my lower back ; caressing me, being so tender and loving, murmuring, your lips brushing against mine, sweet words that made me feel tingly all over. Because our love making was something spiritual, because the dreams feel like reality I end up wanting you in the middle of the afternoon. Because your perfum still envelops the sweatshirt you left me. Because, I need you to love me again. I need to feel your presence under these sheets. I need your childish laugh to resonate like an echo in my bedroom. I need your malicious eyes on me. Your long tirades about your favorite tv show... You telling me how cute I am when I daydream... Your purr of contentement when I run my fingers up and down your back... When you cook for me and try to copy my dance moves to make me laugh... When you just layed here... next to me... took a nap and let the music bring us to sleep. I fell in love with all of it, all of you. Here I am now that you are gone. Love brought me to this situation.
On this exact date, February the 6th, I am sitting in a corner of the library we met just so I could remember... rember everything once again. My back against the wall, a book under this paper, I am taking a moment to read some words written by Michael Faudet ; the words you highlited before leaving. And the answer I have for you is: I will love you untill my last breath.
Reality
Love and loss share the same unmade bed.
b. m.
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Vous trouverez ci-dessous un lien pdf (google drive) vers la même histoire, dans une version bien plus structurée et avec une mise en page ;
une version française et une version anglaise.
Enjoy !
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Bocas del Toro
This is going to be a very long Blogpost, because I spent a month on the beautiful Islands of Bocas del toro and I have a lot to tell you about :D
Isla Colon
It’s the main Island and although it’s one of the bigger ones, the city (bocas town - the capital of the whole Archipel) is very tiny. It won’t take you more than 10 minutes to walk from one end to the other, what might seem a bit boring, but there's always something new to discover :) !
Where to stay
Normally I don't give anti-recommendations for hostels, but although everyone I asked recommended me to stay at Selina in Bocas, it was my worst hostel experience ever. If you're like me, and more into cozy small hostels, where you easily feel at home, and not into party party, I'll recommend you not to book at Selina, especially not friday and saturday! You don't need to stay there to hang out at their dock, or join the parties at night. But I love to sleep. So these two nights were horrible for me :)!
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Skully‘s House
I would have loved to stay at this hostel, but unfortunately it was fully booked when I was there. But I still spent a few hours at the place, and the dorms look amazing :)! The cheapest option for a night at Skully's are 15$! It is directly at Paunch Beach, it has a pool, and a very tasty restaurant, which unfortunately is not really cheap.
Fun Fact: The hostel in designed in Pirate theme and the owner is a bearded pirate with a real woodleg :D
Coconut hostel
It's the cheapest place I could find on the Island, and it's one of few places in Bocas where breakfast is included! Pancakes with fresh fruits! What else could you wish for? :D Although the bathrooms in the hostel are really not nice, I completely enjoyed my stay! The vibe is very family-like and they even have a rooftop full with hammocks for 5$/night if that's your thing :)! I meet an awesome israeli musician while I stayed there, who gave me a private concert the night before he left. Such an incredibly talented guy!
Pro Tipp: It doesn't matter where you stay, I really recommend you to use the loundry service at coconut hostel! They charge 3$ instead of for example 10$ at Selina!
Where to eat
Panaderia Alemana
For Germans and Austrians the hardest part while travelling is to find bread. And I mean real bread. I spent every free minute in this Bakery on Isla Colón, having breakfast, just a snack or my favorite pastries.
Pro Tipp: try the maracuya cheesecake!
Restaurante chitré
It's one of few cheap places in Bocas del Toro, and normally you just see locals eating there :)! For 4,75$ you get a huge plate of grilled chicken, rice and salad - and it's not just cheap, it's super tasty! It's also a good place to practice your spanish, while chatting with panamanians.
LaItaliana
Normally a bit pricey, LaItaliana offers a happy hour in the afternoon, where they offer a pizza plus drink for 6$! One of the best Pizzas I ever had! I recommend you to take a large pizza, the small ones are just for hobbits :D
Pollo Rosti
This little restaurant offers nothing else than grilled chicken and fries. But I can guarantee, that you won't find better chicken for this price on the whole Island! For 7$ you get half of a roasted a chicken, including fries and dips. The only thing which is bothering me, is that they serve their food on single-use plastic tableware. #savetheplanet
What to do
Rent an ATV
Flying Pirates belongs to the owner of Skully's House and is the company you want to go with, while racing through the jungle. It's definitely not a cheap activity, but by far the best I have experienced on this trip! Nearly the whole island is covered with jungle, but only Flying Pirates have access to it, because they pay rent to the owner of the land. To make sure, that no ATV drivers of other companies can enter this property, the pirate placed many traps along the trail! So make sure you listen carefully to his instructions, because you don't want to drown your ATV or die...
So go for it and enjoy this amazing adventure, but be prepared: you will get back very very dirty and maybe a bit injured. #dontflip #yesIdid
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Cacao Ceremony
In Bocas del Toro I experienced my very first cacao ceremony! I'm not religious or spiritual, so things like that always seemed a bit strange for me but honestly I enjoyed it a lot! It's a gathering of different people who mostly sit in a circle, drink cacao, and combine that with for example yoga, sound healing or dancing. Since centuries cacao is used for physical and mental healing, it actually increases your bloodflow and produces endorphins. This topic is so big, it deserves a whole blog post itself, so if you're interested and want to know more about it, I share this article with you: http://www.balispiritfestival.com/blog/cacao-ceremonies-what-why-and-how
Bioluminescence Tour
This tour is definitely one big highlight of my whole trip, because it is so different than any other boattrip I experienced. You have to be a bit lucky to get the experience, because you're only able to see bioluminescence in the water when it's really dark, so tours just take place around new moon. I did my tour exactly on new moon, and it was a breathtaking experience for me. It was quite scary to jump into the sea, in the middle of the night, and I definitely overcame some fears on that trip! Because it was completely dark, our guide was whistling all the time, to make sure we find him in the water and don't get lost. If you want to know some more about the tour and about bioluminescence in general I recommend you to read following article: https://hellotravelpanama.com/packages/bioluminescence-tour/
Surf!
I'm not a very comfortable surfer, so I never tried it in Bocas. Butt everyone else does, because it's a great surfer destination! The waves are really high and often very dangerous, so it's not the best place to start with surfing, but you'll definitely love it when you're a bit more advanced. But don't surf at Bluff Beach! In the last years, a lot of people died surfing there, and nearly everyone who tries breaks their boards.
Zapatilla Tour
Although Bocas del Toro is a very expensive place, you can book daytours for not more than 25$/person! A must do is a tour to Cayo Zapatilla, which should include a stop at dolphin bay, sloth island, Hollywood (starfish island) and the coral snorkel spot. This tour is definitely a highlight for me so far! I've seen a lot of dolphins, but unfortunately you can't go for a swim with them, because the bay is full of jellyfish!
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Stand Up Paddling!
From Isla Colon you can easily paddle to Isla Carenero, which is just one minute away if you take the boat. If you are not very familiar with surfing or stand up paddling, I would NOT recommend you to rent your gear at Selina, because they also have no Idea. So I ended up with a big surfboard, instead of an SUP board, sitting on it and trying not to fall. Well, at least the board was pink :D!
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Plastic Bottle Village
I have no idea how I could have missed this place, but it's so amazing, that I definitely need to share it with you!
Years ago, a Canadian called Robert moved to the Island and started to collect water bottles, instead of throwing them away, and in the last years he built a whole village out of these bottles. He designed a huge castle, and even built little houses you can rent and live in, for a very good price! With his program he wants to draw attention to the excessive use of plastic, and with the money he earns he supports the local community and tries to educate children about this important topic. If you want to know more about this project, visit the website! http://www.plasticbottlevillage-theline.com/
Where to shop
Black Cat
This shop is not just my favorite for shopping clothes, it also sells very extraordinary souvenirs. Everything they sell is unique and nearly all their designs are self made. Unfortunately it's not backpacker budget friendly, but I love every piece I bought there! They also sell underwear with very special prints in four different sizes and three different shapes, which are 15$ per piece, but super comfortable and unique!
Tutty n Fish
Best place to buy fish and seafood to cook it at home! Unfortunately I never had the chance to buy the tuna because it was always sold out, but I heard it's amazing, and it's super cheap!
Farmacia el Javillo
It seems a bit weird to recommend a farmacy, but unfortunately I spent a lot of time in pharmacies and also been to the hospital in Bocas del Toro. Apparently it's very easy to open a farmacy in Central America, for which reason the quality and the prices of the products differ a lot. With this farmacies I never had any problems, they gave me good advices and they also speak a little english :)!
Isla Bastimentos
Because Bocas Town was a bit to much party for me, and I definitely wanted to stay at a beautiful beach, I moved to Isla Bastimentos after three days, and very spontaneously I started to work in an incredible hostel directly at Red Frog Beach!
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Where to stay
Palmar Beach Lodge
Where should I start! I stayed one month volunteering at this place, had the most amazing people around me, spent Christmas and New Years Eve here and couldn't wish for a better time! This place is a very nice mixture of a hotel and hostel. They offer very luxurious bungalows and tents, but also cheap mixed 8-bed cabins which are the most amazing dorms I have ever seen! The only thing that doesn't really fit into the low budget plan of a backpacker, is that there is no guest kitchen at the hostel. So you have no choice but eating at the restaurant all day long, which is super super tasty and backpacker budget friendly :)!
What to do
Red frog beach
If you stay at Palmar this beach is directly in front of your door. It's the most famous beach in the whole Archipel, but honestly not the most perfect one for swimming, because mostly the current is really strong, and there's always a red flag. To spot a red frog you have to be very lucky, because they are super tiny!
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Polo Beach
It's a 40 minute walk through the jungle and on the beach to get from Red Frog Beach to Polo Beach, and it's 100% worth it! There are no hotels - just Polo lives there. He's an old guy who built himself a little cabin and sells coconuts, drinks, and sometimes even fresh grilled fish.
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Wizard Beach
To get to this beach it's quite a long walk through the jungle! Unfortunately I never arrived there, because the time I tried there were so many ants that I turned around. Make sure you get back before it gets dark, because you really don't walk this path at night! The last years there were a lot of robberies along this trail, so make sure you don't go alone and don't take valuable things with you :)
Up in the Hill
If you walk 20 minutes uphill from Old Bank, the main town of Bastimentos, you get to this cacao farm, run by a Scottish family. Unfortunately I never booked a tour there, but I hiked all the way up to bring back their lost dog, but apparently it wasn't their dog... (it was the dog of another cacao farm)
Pro Tipp: Try their selfmade brownies :)!
Marina
It's the place where all the private sailing boats and catamarans dock, and normally you're not really supposed to go there because it's a private property, so your only allowed there if you have a boat. But you definitely have the most beautiful sunset view in Bastinentos :)!
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Isla Carenero
If you’re a fan of party and you want to join filthy Friday (it’s like a pub crawl every Friday, but they take you to different islands for this group drinking experience) you can just stay at Agua Lodge, and get Filthy Friday for „free“, because every group will stop there. I didn’t stay in this hostel, because I’m not really into party, but they have a trampoline where you can jump directly into the water.
Isla Solarte
Bambuda Lodge
This hostel is usually fully booked. Even in low season. So be fast, if you want to stay in this amazing hostel! I didn’t sleep there, but spent a full day at the island and had dinner at the hostel. It doesn’t have a guest kitchen, so there is no other choice than eating in the Bambuda restaurant, or going to the main island. The restaurant is pricey (one meal is around 12-15$) but i strongly recommend you to eat there at least once! You can pick out of four different meals, which change every day, and the food is delicious!
If you are not a guest, and just go there for Dinner or the Pool, expect to pay a fee of 5$.
Transportation
If you're not a friend of boat rides, you will have a hard time in Bocas. Around three times a week I took a shuttle from Bastimentos to Isla Colon, just because I really enjoy cruising between the islands. Fortunately all this boat trips were free for me, because it was a private shuttle from the hostel I worked at, otherwise you'll pay a lot of money on boat rides while you stay there. Don't hesitate to negotiate, all the locals will try to rip you off.
Tipps and Tricks
Just buy necessary stuff!
As I already mentioned, Bocas is super expensive. So bring everything you might need, and try to avoid buying medicines, technical devices and other things you can probably buy on the mainland or town, because the smaller islands are even more expensive!
Use the free shuttles
If somebody asks, I never told you about this! But there are many hostels who provide Free Shuttles between the islands, and they never really check if you're a guest or not. Make use of it and save some money :)
Bring a shopping bag
The whole Archipel of Bocas del Toro is completely plastic bag and straw free! Isn't that amazing? So if you plan on buying some groceries, bring a shopping bag!
Don't bring expensive clothes
Living in the jungle kills your clothes. It's close to 100% humidity, mold grows easily and you will never really have the feeling of fresh smelling clothes. Sad but true, make sure that you store your clothing always in the fresh air to prevent the worst.
Never buy tours online
It doesn't matter where you go, but NEVER ever book tours online, especially not on TripAdvisor. All the Tours you'll find on the internet are two or three times more expensive! There are so many tour companies, especially in Bocas del Toro, you really don't need to worry about saving a spot. Book spontaneously, that's where you get the best discounts!
Mosquitos!
Make sure to use enough repellent and don't spend to much time on the beach and the docks after it's getting dark. If you don't want to use too much chemical products, you can prevent Mosquito and sandfly bites with coconut oil.
Learn to say NO
Especially in Bocas Town, everyone tries to sell you tours, boat trips, food and mostly they are really good in what they do. When I started this trip I always had the feeling I need to be nice, and thought it's rude to just walk away. I learned very fast, that this isn't how it works, and that you clearly have to tell them that you're not interested. "¡No, gracias!" , will be your new favorite phrase.
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I completely enjoyed my stay in Bocas del Toro, and definitely would love to come back some day :D
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Tony has tattoos and scars that litter his body but keeps them hidden most of the time. When Bucky first moved in he noticed that Tony always wears long sleeves, but then again this is the winter months. But as a year goes by and Bucky himself starts showing more skin he gets overly curious about what Tony might be hiding under his clothes. So when they start dating he's overly shocked and a little turned on by what he sees. ((Sorry it's so long, your stuff is great and I wish you luck!))
I swear, I wanted to write something funny and I COULDN’T. So this happened. I hope you’ll still like it!
Show Me Your Secrets
At first, Bucky didn’t notice Tony’s near obsession with long sleeves, pants and socks.
Of course, when Steve and Natasha finally catch him, it’s the middle of the winter, and winter in New York is awfully cold. So when he moves in the Tower after a few weeks in a psychiatric unit, he’s not surprised to be greeted by a Tony fully clothed in a thick, comfortable-looking sweatshirt, well-worn sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. It’s so far from the man in well-tailored suits Bucky had seen in the news that he can’t help but grin at him, earning himself a wink.
What’s more, at first, it actually helps Bucky feel less alone.
Of course, the Tower is heated, and each of them has the possibility to choose their preferred settings in their own quarters, but between the physical impact of the exhausting sessions with his psychologist, and the general uneasiness about the arm, Bucky likes to cover himself. Plus, he loves everything soft, and feels absolutely no shame in stealing Steve’s most comfortable long-sleeved shirts.
So, seeing Tony during their team nights as warmly clothed as himself helps him not feel as a total outcast.
And when the team gently teases them about it, they just grin and add a blanket to their nice, growing collection.
The thing is, though, as the year goes by and the weather slowly gets warmer, Tony never leaves his warm clothes.
Bucky does. He learns, slowly and with difficulty, that no one will judge him about the arm, not when Clint wears his hearing aids proudly, and when every member of the team has their own scars, some physical, some mental. There are still days where he needs to grab a sweatshirt and bury in a nest of blankets on the couch, but as time passes, these days are far less frequent.
As Bucky settles in his new life, he pays more attention to his surroundings. Specifically, he pays more attention to Tony.
The guy is gorgeous and interesting, no two ways about it.
He has a set of quirks about as long as Bucky’s set of nightmares. He refuses to take something you hand out to him. He spends days working without a break, doesn’t like to sleep, babbles endlessly if you don’t stop him at some point. He never hesitates in touching someone, drawing Bruce in half-hugs, squeezing Steve’s shoulder, rubbing Natasha’s feet if she asks him to. He pretends not to care about anybody but always anticipates any of their needs and probably knows everyone’s favorite food, color and movie. He’s frighteningly smart and amazingly nice.
And he never shows more skin than strictly necessary.
And Bucky doesn’t get it.
(Watch out for the break!)
“Did you notice, too?” he finally caves in, asking Steve out of nowhere.
“Notice what, Buck? You’ll need to give me a bit more details.”
“Stark.”
“Tony is actually pretty hard to not notice, you know.”
“No, it’s not… I… Ugh. Did you ever notice he always wears long sleeves? Even under this armor of him. I don’t think I ever saw him rolling up his sleeves, or wearing a t-shirt, or without socks on. Isn’t it weird?”
Judging by Steve’s look, it was more Bucky’s noticing it that was weird.
“I guess it’s just something he does,” Steve shrugged. “Maybe he’s so used to suits that he feels underdressed when he wears a t-shirt?”
“Yeah. Maybe you’re right.”
But still, Bucky wonders.
Inevitably enough, they grow closer and closer.
It might be the fact that they understand each other’s trauma so well, and the nights they share together in front of the television, or up there on the roof, when one or the other craves warmth, reassurance and touch.
It might also be the hours spent down there in Tony’s workshop, at first working on the arm, upgrading it and adding some fun gadgets, and then tinkering with some of Tony’s cars when Bucky admits it’s something he enjoyed, before.
Or it might be the dinners spent with the team, Tony gesturing wildly while he talks Star Wars with Bruce, Bucky grinning widely looking at them, Steve’s blue eyes watching him with pride and love.
Whatever it is, it all comes to a close on a sunny day they spend together in the park, eating ice cream and basically enjoying life. Everything is as it always is between them, until Tony turns around and suddenly freezes, dark eyes staring at Bucky, his left hand twitching around his ice cream.
Bucky is actually opening his mouth to ask what’s wrong when Tony surges forward and kisses him, all soft, slow and determinate, and so, so, so Tony that it leaves Bucky breathless and unresponsive for a few seconds. It’s a short time, but long enough for Tony to begin stepping backwards, at least until Bucky wraps an arm around his waist and draws him back in.
They find a tree away from most tourists and spend the afternoon there, kissing, hugging, laughing and talking.
Bucky can’t even remember the last time he’s been so happy.
If they were close before, that was nothing compared to what they are now. They’re pretty much inseparable, and even Clint’s groans and Natasha’s endless teasing can’t get them to care.
They go out on dates, and Bucky discovers new food and flavors in small, intimate restaurants. In return, he looks for Brooklyn’s old places, those he remembers from his childhood, and tells Tony funny and moving anecdotes about his life there with his family and Steve. Unsurprisingly, a lot of anecdotes involve alleyways where he found Steve being beaten and hit.
They make out on the couch and miss great chunks of movies supposedly essential for Bucky’s pop culture; they dance without caring about anything when they talk about their favorite music.
They spend nights together when the dark and the loneliness are too much for them. They talk for hours in bed, cuddling and kissing, sharing jokes and heavier anecdotes.
And still Tony keeps on his multiple layers of clothes.
It lasts for a stupid amount of time. Bucky tries to ask, a couple of times, but Tony is fluent in how to not talk about what he doesn’t want to talk about, and he always manages to distract Bucky one way or another.
It’s frustrating, though. They don’t have sex together, because Tony freezes and steps away as soon as Bucky tries to get his shirt off, and forcing him is the last thing he wants. Technically, he knows he’s probably wrong, but he feels hurt when Tony refuses to talk about it, like he’s not trustworthy or not important enough to have the right to know.
The day the AC breaks in the Tower, then, is a special day.
They all left their shirts behind as soon as they realized what the problem was, and they gulp down glass after glass of cold water. All of them but Tony - who left a few minutes ago to try and get the AC back on - are sitting on the couches, and Bucky is painfully aware of the way his arm and shoulder look like that, the harsh scars displayed with the ugliness of the way the arm’s attached. No one’s looking at it but still, he can’t help hiding it behind the high armrest.
They’re talking when Tony comes back, and the whole room just falls frighteningly silent when they realize that he’s shirtless. The engineer seems to notice it at the same time as the others do, opens his mouth and closes it, before throwing them a panicked glance and fleeing the room. A second later, Bucky’s up and running too, but the elevator’s doors are already closing. He takes the stairs then, running the dozens of steps which lead to Tony’s penthouse, but when he gets there, Tony already threw an old shirt on, and even from a distance, Bucky can see his hands shaking.
‘’Hey. Everything alright?’’ he calls out, softly.
‘’Yeah, I… Yeah. AC’s back online, it should get cooler in a few minutes. What’s up?’’
Bucky takes a few hesitant steps forward, until he’s right next to Tony. From there, he can see the way Tony’s eyes dart around the room, his hands still shaking and twitching. He doesn’t really think about it then, just wraps his arms around Tony and hugs him tight.
‘’It’s alright,’’ he whispers. ‘’They won’t say anything, they won’t hurt you. You’re alright, baby, just breathe.’’
‘’I’m sorry,’’ Tony almost whimpers, muffled against his shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry I didn’t show you.’’
‘’Hey, no. No, it’s your body, you choose what to do with it. I’ll be there when you’re ready.’’
They stay that way for a long time, Bucky humming a soft tune, gently rocking Tony in his arms until he relaxes and finally breathes more easily.
‘’Do you have anything planned this afternoon?’’ the engineer asks almost shyly after a few seconds.
‘’No, nothing. Why?’’
‘’Come on, then, follow me.’’
Eyebrows raised, Bucky follows him to his room, where Tony stops and asks Jarvis to dim the lights. He turns around and looks at Bucky for a second before staring at his feet.
‘’After Afghanistan and Obie,’’ he begins to explain, ‘’I got used to wearing sweatshirts and basically everything that hid the reactor most of the time. I was still fine, I could wear t-shirts or roll up my sleeves or whatever but… Then I became Iron Man, and since I’m not a supersoldier, I have scars everywhere. Everywhere. People stare when they see it. I don't… I’m not really ashamed of it, I guess. It’s just that it’s hard when people look at you and only see the ugly parts. Pepper couldn’t stand it, and after a while I couldn’t either. So, yeah… I wear jackets and sweatpants even when it’s awfully hot. But you…’’
At that, Tony looks up and takes a few steps forwards, reaching out hesitantly to stroke along Bucky’s scars on his shoulder. Bucky shivers under the touch, Tony’s fingers soft and warm against the skin, until they move to the metal arm, down to his hand where their fingers link.
‘’You’re different and I wanted to show you. But it’s hard.’’
‘’I won’t judge. You know that, right?’’
‘’Yeah. I think I do, yes. Come on.’’
He pulls on his hand and Bucky willingly follows him to the bed, where Tony flops down more or less gracefully.
‘’I’ll show you,’’ he simply says, opening his shirt with deft fingers, his eyes closed.
The cloth leaves place to tanned skin, littered with scars, some old and white, some more recent and still red or pink, until Tony gets to the top of the shirt and the scars become one massive piece of raw skin where the reactor used to be.Right next to it, though, is the biggest surprise for Bucky: a beautifully done tattoo, birds flying through red smoke from Tony’s sternum to his left arm. There are a few names, too.
‘’The soldiers who were with me in Afghanistan,’’ Tony explains as he feels Bucky’s fingers tracing them, and his voice is shaky and pained. ‘’The biggest one, Yinsen, was the one who saved my life.’’
Bucky can’t help himself; fingers never leaving Tony’s skin, he sits up and kisses him, softly but with passion.
‘’You,’’ he says when he gets back to his exploration of his boyfriend’s body, slowly taking his shirt off, ‘’are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’’
This night, they share scars and stories, and Tony shows some more tattoos. Some are about the worse moments of his life and are a way to get rid of some of the pain; one’s for Rhodey, one for Pepper. There’s a small Captain America’s shield on his ankle, way down where nobody can see it, and Tony turns bright red when he explains that it was his first one when he was little more than a kid.
They laugh and they cry and they kiss.
And after that, they learn to map each other’s body, they learn each other’s most sensitive parts, and they learn what kind of sounds the other makes when he’s lost deep in pleasure.
And Bucky promises himself to get in touch with a tattoo artist, sooner rather than later.
After all, those have always been a turn on for him.
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Applying for fashion jobs huh? You're finally reading this. You are near your computer getting in order to start submitting resumes and waiting around for interview call buttocks. But wait! Don't do one thing else if you read pertaining to of clues about and issue into google that you've the dedication required to try for and work in vogue. There are several crucial anyone must know before attempting to get fashion perform. Sure the movie "The Devil Wears Prada" shows us several of the craziness of the fashion industry but let's just discuss this injury is a bit as well as give you some realistic expectations a person begin decide to proceed. 
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If an individual might be willing to the change that you need to see the actual world world, you will need to to look a little out belonging to the ordinary. To your seem a little off-center. Wind up be called crazy.
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Listening to Music - For me the music needs to stop barking with a light tempo that is conducive for reflection. Truly like my show tunes nevertheless i can't for you to "You Can't Stop the Beat from Hairspray" without taping my toes and singing. Chopin's piano music would work well for me. What would work for you? 
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When researching terrorism, Experienced the opportunity examine close up and even touch C-4 explosive. Automobile demonstrated by drawing a line around a 3 in x 3 in section and told me that has been created enough to blow up a whole city obstruction. As I recall, the C-4 explosives were the proportions a brick and slightest gray colored and the feel of professional molding clay.
The job didn't last - regarding a month or so, as i decided we was more appropriate behind a receptionist desk instead associated with kitchen. I Headhunters Nyc didn't touch the wok for years, but later when i found myself out of college, along with a hectic jobs in nyc and often no period for cook, the stir-fry became my messiah. 
14 years later Discovered myself still fascinated in this particular industry as the young engineer. It is overwhelming. Most of time I will not clue what i am . There are a great deal of codes, circumstances, and Headhunters In Nyc owners preferences to understand exactly to be able to do in every situation. Is actually a saying in the industry sector that together with time whining everything and can be good and your job, it is time to retire. My pops has visited the sell for 30 years more than I have and he still doesn't know everything he needs to know. He is however not bad at his job when he knows what mistakes could be made because he has seen it all happen. Exactly how can I be finest without 30 years of experience?
All in all, you will discover several avenues one might pursue for autism treatment for adults. Only one of least difficult and easiest is providing them with an involving emotional customer support. In the end, treatment for adults with autism can encompass many different things, but finding friendship and emotional support won't be overlooked.
We have watched a roller coaster of an '08/'09 season that five weeks ago saw the Birds just about nailed shut in their coffin, swept away for the rest from the season almost as much ast they has become last year, and the entire year before that, and the season before which in turn. Then head coach Andy "Big Buddha" Reid benched quarterback Donovan McNabb, and also the team has literally risen like Lazarus from the dead. McNabb has been playing through his mind; grizzled defensive genius Jim Johnson has shaken the bones of his aging D-line until they rattled and shook. There's hope in metropolis of Philadelphia that this football-crazed town hasn't obtained in too long of some time. 
The main benefit which are then found in the region of Albany is the living financial impact. If a person wants to rent an area in Albany, then the rent it costs low as opposed to rent cost in the urban cities like Ny and several parts of the nation. A three bedroom house could be rented at a cost of $500 excluding the utility fees. Even with the utility bill the maximum rent can sum doing $700. Compared to a three bedroom house on the inside urban cities, the costs are low.
I remember riding the train from New Jersey to The big apple to my day piece of work. I was journaling in a notebook and that i thought,"Gosh, how am I going to try this?" I had bought into the mantra, "Build it and they will come," if I first started my business, I was struggling to obtain clients
Swayze plays James Dalton, a guru in the field of doorway security (bouncing). When he's hired due to his jobs in nyc, he's entrusted with the care of the most troublesome roadside bars to all of Mo. When not training other bouncers at the Double Deuce, failing for each other and fighting off a nasty local businessman, Dalton can be a cerebral threat who holds certain amount in Philosophy from NY 
However, Ralph Lauren's primary objective has remained to make the quintessential American look, together with clothing he designs. He created the costumes for a couple of major films in the 1970s: "The Great Gatsby" (1973), and "Annie Hall" (1978). Ralph Lauren's goal isn't generate "fashion" as such. Instead, his mission might be to create clothes that might described as "timeless classics." Such clothing doesn't go out-of-style from one fashion season to the subsequent. 
Jeff Slate: So I'm of course curious concerning story behind Long Wave, but I'm intrigued on your revisiting the ELO material too. As i listen to those new ELO recording just sound dazzling. They still retain that magic that they had when When i first heard them as a kid, nevertheless voice sounds phenomenal and it is also really well recorded, that this sounds maybe better as compared to old days, and it will do seem like from a producers standpoint that you've taken might help to prevent knew back when you made the original records and imbued the actual recordings with 30 years worth of expertise. So let's talk about the ELO record and good reason.
The announcement of Keflezighi, Abdirahman, and Ritzenhein provides race two members within the 2012 Oughout.S. Olympic men's marathon team and one member of their 10,000-meter team, respectively. Boosting the depth for this American roster are talented pros Jason Hartmann, Guor Marial, Janet Bawcom, Serena Burla, Maegan Krifchin, Adriana Nelson, Molly Pritz, Stephanie Rothstein Bruce, and Lindsey Scherf. 
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