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Revy's Room!! This lady's a really high-dysfunctional mess.
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Day 1904: The spread of sculk is too much to just clean. After salvaging what they could, the ranch is taken down...
Bonus short story below.
Jimmy watched as the last of the house blazed in the twilight. Around the edges of the flames Pearl and Sausage marched, searching for anything flammable that might catch. It was the beginning of winter, and the constant rains had kept everything soaked, but they couldn’t risk it in the middle of the forest. Lizzie had stayed closer as well, securing the last of their belongings to take away in the morning. It was only a few metres down the driveway, but the ranchers couldn’t even get that far.
Tango let out a low growl. His grip on Jimmy’s sleeve tightened, pulling the thick fabric further over his eyes. Puffing up his feathers, Jimmy pulled his rancher closer into his side. Tango only stayed because of Jimmy, and because he couldn’t bring himself to leave the ranch behind. It was what he’d said yesterday, before the first burning. But he couldn’t watch. He could barely help them clear it out before the sledgehammers came in. Sparks flickered through his hair in lieu of tears in his eyes as he kept his face buried.
Jimmy, though… He was entranced. Every crack in the beams that cause a burst of sparks or shift in the wind that billowed the smoke in a new direction. The smoke made his eyes water, but none fell. Maybe he’d finally grown numb. Maybe it looked too different. There was a pile of flaming rubble where his home once was, his first home, but his chest only felt hollow. All that was left with a twitch in his wing, the desire to run and keep far away.
Pity in her eyes, Lizzie approached them from the trailer. Reins were pushed into Jimmy’s hand against his protest. “Take a horse and head back to my house before it gets dark.” She said.
“But-”
“No arguing.” Despite the firmness of her words her voice was low and sad. “You need to sleep in a real bed, Sausage is going to stay here tonight. The last of your things will be fine overnight with us.”
Even after years, Jimmy was never able to argue with Lizzie when she said something reasonable, and he’d given up trying. Jimmy glanced to Tango, who was still hiding from the world in Jimmy’s sleeve. A small tug on his hem was all he got in response. “We’ll be back in the morning with more water.” He assured. They rounded up Bullseye and began the long, quiet ride to Lizzie’s.
By the time they arrived it was dark, the home illuminated from within the kitchen. Though half the house was cloaked in tarps to save unfinished work from the rain, they’d moved into the completed half already. A bit of smart planning on Scar and Joel’s part.
One of the kids must have spotted their lantern, as the door opened before the ranchers could get down from their horse. Tom came rushing up with Revy on his tail. He took Bullseye's reins from them and led him to the cow pen. It was more cramped than it should be, since the rain had flooded the rancher’s outer pastures. Revy whined and licked at Tango’s hand until he gave the dog a weak pat.
Joel shouted something after him before guiding the men inside. “We just started eating if you want to sit down.” He explained as he took Jimmy’s coat. One glance at Tango was enough to answer.
“I’ll grab some in a bit.” Jimmy tried to smile gratefully, but it came out as a grimace. Joel let them be with a nod, hand held out to the hall down which Sausage’s room awaited.
It was colourful, though the furniture was rudimentary, with a mattress stolen from Scar’s hospital. The bed so much smaller than they’d gotten used to, but Jimmy doubted it would matter for tonight. Norman and Flick waited on the windowsill, and Joel had already set up Jimmy’s breathing machine. It took some coaxing to get Tango to change out of his coveralls - which went into a plastic bag to be washed separate - and take off his arm. Even more coaxing was needed to get him to let go long enough for Jimmy to also change. When Jimmy turned back around the blazeborn had Revy wrapped up in his lap instead. The dog’s tail beat against the bed, happy to be held, but whining, nonetheless.
“Do you think you can eat?” Jimmy asked quietly. Tango didn’t respond. He grabbed only one bowl from the kitchen, unsure he could eat much either without it coming back up. Smoke still clung to their skin and hair, dragging them back to the ranch every time it filled their nostrils, but it was much too dark to run a hot bath. Still, Jimmy knew he had to eat something, even if it was in silence.
Tango migrated behind Jimmy at the end of the bed, tail wrapping around the avian’s waist. Its tuft flicking with agitation. Jimmy could feel the heat rolling off his rancher. “It’s not fair.” He rasped.
Jimmy’s wings flattened. “It was an old wood house. It would have had a mold problem eventually unless we rebuilt completely.”
“But why did it have to be sculk!” He snapped, tail sparkling in Jimmy’s lap. Jimmy tried to smooth it down, but it had little effect. “Why’d it have to make it here?”
There wasn’t an answer, not one Jimmy could provide. Maybe Doc or Zed could explain. It was probably in the well and washing into the surrounding water supply now. Would it be washed away? They should have listened to Grian’s worries back when Jimmy’s feathers had been infected somewhere. Or, maybe, back when they’d first found that infested corpse, they should have done something more. It didn’t matter now that their home was already gone. When nowhere felt safe.
His wings itched while his rancher bristled. Tango couldn’t cry, but he was made to fume. “Why aren’t you angry?”
“There’s no one to be angry at.” Jimmy shrugged.
“The stupid sculk! The idiots who let it loose! The world!” The bed creaked as Tango kicked off it to pace the small room. Revy whimpered, shifting his nose into Jimmy’s lap. “It’s been half a decade. It was supposed to get better. We live out in the middle of nowhere. And the end of the world still found us! We build our own home and make our own food and do everything we can, and it still comes and finds us!” The blazeborn was consumed in his spiral. Flames burst like firecrackers along his tail, startling Flick when it whipped past the poor cat.
“Tango…” Jimmy sighed, giving the man a miserable look. When he continued to pace, threatening to scorch their hosts’ possessions, Jimmy finally put a hand up in front to stop him.
A hiss escaped Tango, narrowed eyes glaring at the hand which proceeded to latch onto his shirt and drag him off course. Tango tried to shake it off, but Jimmy kept his hold. “It’s not fair that there’s nothing to fight back against.” He lamented, voice cracking. “I just have to sit here and hope tomorrow it doesn’t get in your wings, or start growing into Revy’s brain, or infest another basement! That it doesn’t get everywhere and take everything. At least the stupid zombie I can punch in the face!” By the end his voice was so shrill and watery Jimmy could barely understand it.
“Me and Revenge are okay. We’re right here.” Jimmy assured, pulling Tango back down beside him.
It made something finally break. Tango curled into himself across Jimmy’s lap, heaving dryly. Talons raked gently through the blazeborn’s hair. Between sobs Tango mumbled incomprehensibly while Jimmy cooed to keep himself from crying as well. There were too many things roiling just beneath his impulse control. If he let one out, the rest would follow, he was sure. So, he focused on Tango. His rancher needed him.
“I don’t think we’d win if it was someone you had to fight, to be honest.” He whispered half-jokingly as the sobs died down.
Tango stilled, then slumped further into Jimmy’s chest. “I could at least try, instead of this.”
Jimmy hummed. Even if they could, Jimmy wasn’t so sure he would in the moment, and he knew Tango wasn’t all that dissimilar. Unlike Joel or the downtowners, their talent was for running and hiding. That wasn’t the point though, Jimmy knew, so he didn’t argue. “What do we do in the spring?” He asked instead.
“… I dunno.” Tango mulled, head tilted out to look at his thoughts. “It’s not safe to rebuild there.”
“Scar has most of the grain safe, and Lizzie has our animals. We could find another plot, there’s plenty around.” Though, most of them had been stripped of their valuable supplies and building materials over the years or rotted away from lack of care. But the land was still good, and they and Pearl didn’t need much room.
Would Pearl stay with them? They’d lived with her much longer than without her – if the time before her arrival weren’t so chaotic, he might not recall so well what it was like without her – but she always seemed to keep her distance. A guest, even after she was given her own room. Having someone there to take care of things even when they couldn’t let them grow the ranch to almost thirty cattle, but without her...
That Lizzie’s family would have their own ranch soon was the only thing that calmed the nervous itch in his wings recently.
“We’d have to move closer.” Tango’s voice cut through his thoughts.
“Huh?”
He was no longer curled up, though he hadn’t bothered to remove himself from Jimmy. There was that look in his eyes, where his brain was moving far too fast for Jimmy to keep up. At least it had occupied him with something other than the sculk and fire. “We can’t rebuild around the ranch, we won’t know how bad the infection around it is until next winter, and the water probably isn’t safe. If we rebuilt we’d have to move further west down the mountains towards the city, OR-” Tango raised his hand before Jimmy could protest. “We move closer to the hospital, somewhere around here, or maybe further into the interior on the other side.”
Jimmy clamped up. They’d all had more than a few conversations about this, between them and the hospital, other settlements, and over the radio. Don’t put all your eggs in one basket. Keep spread out. Far enough that, if something happens, everyone else is safe, but close enough to reach neighbours relatively quick. Like a long chain snaking across the mountains. By now everyone had horses or bikes and access to the recap radio, and it helped them cover more resources. A farm needed land, anyways, especially to keep up with how many people there now were within the network.
That thought seemed too much right now, though. He could feel the ash in his wings turning to lead. Losing the ranch didn’t just affect them. The cattle were saved but almost all their stores were gone, including two cows’ worth of beef that was to be sent out. It would take weeks, if not the whole season, to get things back in motion, in the months they were relied on most. Would people starve? Would the sculk spread from the ranch? It was a responsibility that seemed natural and seamless just weeks ago, but now felt suffocating.
“I’m not sure-” Jimmy finally replied. “I’m not sure I can rebuild the ranch right now.” Flashes of the burning rubble filled his mind, along with that numbness he’d felt. There was at least three months before they could begin, plenty of time to get over it. But right now… “I don’t even know if I want to.”
He expected perhaps a gasp or shouting from Tango. ‘We’re the ranchers!’ Maybe. But the blazeborn, to Jimmy’s surprise, nodded. Laughed, even. “We’ve been running one for years, why’s it feel impossible now?”
It was probably just nerves. Anxiety. In a few weeks it would wear away. But for now, Jimmy leaned his head against the top of Tango’s and entertained other things. “We could move back to the hospital.”
“That’d drive you insane, and Revy would kill Grian.” Tango chuckled.
So would you, Jimmy thought. He was sure if Tango had to see more sculk every day he would lose it. “What about visiting Gem and Impulse then?” He suggested instead. “I heard they’ve been doing a lot of forestry. It might be good to learn from them. Or we could finally go to the coast.”
“We never did make it that far, did we?” Tango recalled. “… Why not both? Go back up the mountain and race back down until we hit the coast. Maybe find some more people outside the recap’s range and bring them in.”
“If they’ve survived this long then I doubt they’d want to move now.”
“They might. Or maybe we can help extend the radio range for them.”
Jimmy smiled. “Maybe we should go east, instead. Find a ranch in the prairies. Be real cowboys.”
“Never been out there, even before all this.” Tango relaxed back against Jimmy, patting his leg for Revenge to come lay across. “You could stretch your wings.”
“That sounds nice.” He admitted with a sigh.
The pair continued to chatter, naming everything and everywhere. Making plans they’d likely never use. Anything to take their mind off the ranch. Just for one night.
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Mizu saves you
(Mizu x Fem Reader)
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Summary: Your a princess that were chased by men from your home town. As you were seeking for help, a samurai twice as tall as you came to the rescue. 🤭💕
Warning: (Bit dark content)
How’s everyone day doing? I’m sure it’s doing well💜Tonight I will like to give out another story to read through and enjoy. Pls let me know for Mizu or upcoming characters which are my crushes such as Abby, Kuvira, Revy or so and so fanfics. I have to figure out a story for Abby still, but since I got requests from others, I’ll try to get those started without waiting too long . Besides that, please support my stories. Tysm☺️
A samurai stayed in a brothel at the city for quite some time. But this time it was for the night. She didn't want anyone to come towards as she was in her own time thinking. She never let anyone allowed no company to start causing a problem. Whatever she was doing, you were off to leave her alone til she was done. In the meantime she heard footsteps along the way, trying to ignore. "I said no company please," she says sternly. There was a princess from the main town that have been in some sort of trouble. After all it was you who was in a dangerous situation. "Please sir…” You stutter at your words. Then start freaking out immediately. “I really need your help!" You grab them by the arm. At first you thought it was a man because how well they dressed in a masculine-samurai way, but from the voice, it was sure a woman. “I've been chased by several of men. Please if you can help me before they take me away!" You cried out, tugging piece of cloth that was from the samurai's outfit.
The samurai, known as Mizu, her tone soften quickly when she heard it was a cry for help and that it was literally serious. She turn to face you below, adjusting her glasses. "Stay calm dear. Who's after you actually?" She tried her best to calm you down, but the look on your face tells her that this wasn't the right time to start explaining literally everything and get right to the point. "Look, I'm not sure about their names. They just started attacking few of my bodyguards while I was in my room. I'm a princess coming from this town. And I need someone's help!" You start tearing up, releasing emotions out of your body. Mizu takes note that something was up and that she was willing to gain trust in you.
"Alright. You stay behind me from now on." She says like this type of behavior wasn’t so serious XD. She brings your wrist, turning you around to get behind her back as Mizu takes out her sword slowly, ready to take off. She lead you out of the brothel, walking down to a staircase from outside, seeing if the men were ever gonna approach. You hold onto the back of her arm as you slowly followed her without making a sound. Once you two look around the city in night, few shadows comes from a block away. "There! Right there!" You yell pointing at them. In a quick swift, Mizu drag you to a nearby wall bit far from the men, as she covers your mouth, leaning closer to your height. She didn't want you to make such noise to ruin the time where you two can easily get killed by several of men in groups. From the way Mizu shuts you down, she was literally pinning you to the wall by grabbing your wrist up on the wall with one of her hand as the other on your mouth, keeping you still and steady as possible. She slowly peak out to see if they were coming at her. Few of the guys notice, not realizing it was you two at first, til they start walking by.
You mumble, freaking out when you heard further footsteps. "Stay here. Remain quiet." Mizu says, drawing her sword steadly as few of the guys saw her. She was not having you take your life away from the night. So thankfully, she was that person, the only samurai to save you. (Give you at least another life). The fighting begun when the first men comes running at Mizu with his dagger. She didn't hesitate but to duck under him and slash him from behind. He fall on the ground, done. You didn't notice another guy came as bunch of them runs towards Mizu. She did whatever she can to attack each of them. And one of the men went towards you, trying to kill you. You did your best to throw rocks at him, a way to protect yourself. The guy had his dagger ready to jab in you as he slash you. Your arm was blocked from the dagger and felt the pain of the blood spilling bit. You scream in horror. Right away, Mizu strike the men through the heart, letting him fall on the ground as she bend down to take your hand.
Your face turn pale as you saw all the blood everywhere from every men Mizu attacked. You was so focus on that more than what Mizu was trying to say. A bit blur on your mind, you tried hard not to faint. "Are you hurt, dear?" Mizu asks, still trying to held up her hand at you. You were so speechless, you couldn't think what else to say. "Um..." reaches slowly at her arm. Mizu pulled you up holding you still. Your knees were buckled, as you slowly fainted to the ground. But Mizu catches you before you ever landed straight down.
Few hours later, back in the brothel, you were slightly awake, laying down on a purple mat. Looking around, you can see Mizu carefully pulling up her sleeves to see your wound from the arm. She slowly takes your own sleeve away from this deep scar. Felt like your arm was close to get slice up. Before Mizu was able to open the med kit, she sees your eyes watching her. "...you again..." you said quietly.
You've been unconscious for a little while now since the crazy incident happened earlier. Luckily, Mizu kept calming you down, looking at you; with nothing but a soft expression. "I'll take care of your arm. Must stay still and rest. I got you covered." She says, gently taking her time to stitch your arm, which you wince from the pain. You were able to see her for a quite a few seconds before falling back to a deep sleep.
You thought to yourself: (Who was this…this samurai that…saved my life?)
*Aaaha so glad I figure what to write for tonight :D I was so lazy not writing more stories as I'm suppose to. Been having a passion on writing stories for idk how long. So, enjoy this welcoming fanfic of my beloved, Mizu)
Please reblog would be appreciated!
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In their hearts
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(this picture literally makes me bust the hardest nut known to man.🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤)
Bill Kaulitz x fem reader
context: friends to loves?
warning: p in v, idk what else…
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She and Bill were best friends, so close that she came on tour with him. They had been attached to the hip since they were little and had never really been apart since. Unaware feelings always swimming in their hearts for each other.
She laid on the bed, scrolling through the tv channels lazily, waiting for Bill to come back from a day of back to back interviews.
The click of the hotel door unlocking sounded through the room before the door opened and steps entered, causing her to look over her shoulder, catching Bill slipping his shoes off and coming to the bed.
“Hey.” She turned to him as he threw himself on the bed, his jewelry clinking together and his hair slightly falling out of place.
“Wanna watch a movie?” He peeked at her through his hair. She smiled down at him and nodded her head, picking the remote back up.
“What do you want to watch.” She looked at the channel catalog, feeling him sit up beside her.
“How about that?” He stopped her on what seemed to be a rom-comedy. She pressed okay on the remote and got comfortable, tangling her legs into his.
Settling in beside her, Bill watched the movie, feeling a hint of boredom. Every now and then, he'd catch a glimpse of her profile or the way her hair fell across her face, and he'd feel a strange stirring within him. He sighed out of his boredom causing her to look at him.
“What’s wrong?” She glanced at him then back at the tv.
"I was just thinking... this movie is kind of cheesy." He kept his eyes on her, his gaze getting caught by her. She hummed a laugh and turned to him.
“You don’t like it?” She sat up, her body facing his side. He shrugged with a small smile on his face.
“It’s alright.” He glanced at the tv, then back at her.
“Do you want to watch something else?” She raised an eyebrow at him. Why was he being so weird?
"Maybe another time. For now, I'll just suffer through this sappy love story." He teased, dramatically with a playful smirk.
“I don’t mind putting something else on.” She giggled and picked up the remote, nudging him with her leg.
"You're so kind, you know that? But I think I’ll be alright watching this." His voice was low, his eyes fixed on hers.
“You’re acting funny.” She looked at him skeptically, placing a hand on his chest.
“It’s nothing, you’re just very pretty.” He replied, trying to maintain his composure as he fought against the urge to pull her close.
“You’re so full of it.” She playfully rolled her eyes and climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.
He gasped as she moved onto him, their bodies pressing against each other in an intense, electric way. "Am I really?" He couldn't help but smile up at her, his fingers curling into the soft fabric of her shirt.
“Why all of this so sudden, Bill?” She tilted her head in curiosity, playing with a piece of his hair.
“I don’t know, I think I’ve just felt this way for a while and now i wanna act on it. Why?” He looked into her eyes with sincerity.
“Just wondering… it was random.” She shrugged and looked at the closeness of their bodies, her skin flushing slightly with heat.
Bill leaned forward, his eyes scanning over her face, taking in every detail of her beautiful skin. She also got close, looking down at his pink lips. He closed the gap between them, his tongue tracing the outline of her lips before slipping in her mouth.
She pushed herself against him, causing him the groan into her mouth, giving her the chance to win the fight of their tongues. His hand slide up to grasp her waist, pulling her body into him. She kissed the corner of his mouth and made her way to his neck.
Bill’s eyes fluttered shut, reviling in the trail of kisses. His heart raced with anticipation as he dug his fingers into her hips. She licked and kissed around his neck, finding his sweet spot and focusing on the sensitive skin. He gasped softly, arching his back into her.
“I really really like you.” His voice filled with need and eagerness. She laughed softly against his neck.
“Are we in middle school or something?” Her voice murmured into his sweet skin. In response, his head fell back with a moan, his hands tangling in her hair as he arched his back, pressing further into her touch.
"Fuck." He groaned out, their bodies moving together in a rhythm of need and desire.
“You’re so perfect.” She kissed around his neck and pulled back to look at him. Their lips locked together, their tongues dancing in a heated tangle. He felt a shiver run down his spine as his heart raced faster. He moaned into the kiss, pulling her closer as he pressed their bodies even closer together, if that was possible.
She rocked her hips and his breath hitched in his throat as the movements of her hips against him sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
“You look so handsome like this.” She complimented and his face flushed with pleasure, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at her words. He stared into her eyes, seeing the mutual desire there. "I know," he replied confidently. "But I want more."
“You know, huh?” She teased, pulling back and poking him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and he grinned playfully at her taunt, but he didn't miss the opportunity to reassert his dominance. "Oh, I know all right. And you're going to give it to me, aren't you?"
“So cocky.” She leered and kissed him. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, their tongues tangling as they explored each other's mouths once again. Bill's hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing gently before pulling her closer still, earning a sharp gasp from her.
Hastily, she pulled at his belt. He let out a low groan as she touched him so intimately. His heart beat with lust whilst she unbuckled his belt and began to tug gently at his pants. "Fuck," he whispered. "I want you so badly."
“I can tell.” She joked arrogantly, next unbuttoning his jeans. She freed him from his clothes, her touch sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the heat building between them, like an inferno about to erupt. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and ass.
“You’re so handsy.” She smiled and slipped her cold hand under his shirt, feeling around his skin. “Take this off?” She watch his expression.
“Take what you want.” He nodded once, his eyes narrowing playfully as he watched her sly smile.
She lifted his shirt, pulling it over his head, kissing his abdomen and making her way up until she was face to face with him again. As she kissed her way up his body, Bill moaned softly, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” When their lips finally met again, he wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, pulling at her clothes.
“You love it.” She smiled against his lips. Swiftly she pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her perky breast.
His eyes widened slightly at the sight of her tits. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against one of her nipples before taking it into his mouth. "You're so fucking sexy.”
She hummed in agreement, arching her back into him and circling her hips. He bit down gently on her nipple, eliciting a soft moan from her lips. He moved his hand to the small of her back, pulling her closer as he continued to tease and suckle at her breast.
“You’re teasing.” She complained and put her hands into his hair. He let out a chuckle, lifting his head to meet her eyes.
“But I’ll still give you what you want.”He protested and pressed his hips forward slightly, grinding against her as he moved his hands down her back to cup her ass.
“You can’t stop touching me, can you?” She moved her hips in a taunting circle. His breath hitched as she teased him, their bodies grinding together in a primal dance. His hands left her ass, trailing up her back before gripping her hair tightly. "Fuck," he groaned out. "I need you."
She nodded and climbed off him, taking off her shorts and showing off her panties. “Like them?” She looked at him, her gaze full of mischief.
His eyes locked on her panties, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight. "You're killing me, baby." He moved towards her, slowly pushing her down onto the bed.
“I asked if you liked them.” She looked at him petulantly. He smirked, his eyes never leaving hers as he reached down to pull her panties off slowly, tossing them aside. "I do like them. But I want you bare for me." His words threw her stomach into a twist, resulting in her to close her eyes and bite back a moan.
“You give me butterflies.” She smiles to him softly and pulls him closer with her legs, wrapping them around his waist. He looked into her eyes, feeling the warmth between their bodies. He leaned in slowly, pressing his lips against hers in a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. "You're everything I've ever wanted."
“So are you.” She pulled his body close the her bare one. Bill groaned, feeling her skin against his. He lined himself to her and thrust deep inside her, obtaining a soft moan as he stretched her out.
His hips started slow, but the pace became faster quickly. He snapped into her, his tip kissing her cervix in a sinful manner.
The sound of their sex bounced off the white, hotel walls as they lost themselves in their world of pleasure.
His movements grew more intense as he felt her body react to his touch. He leaned down, biting her shoulder gently before kissing his way to her jaw, whispering in her ear. "Tell me you're mine, baby. Tell me you'll never leave me."
“I’m always yours,” a moan broke her sentence, her back arched and her legs tightened around him. “It’ll never change.” She reassured, dismissing any thought he had of previous shitty significant others.
He picked up the pace, driving himself deeper inside her with each thrust. His fingers dug into her hips as he lost himself in the pleasure she was giving him. He cried out before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.
“Mm close, Bill.” He felt her walls tighten around him, signaling her impending orgasm. Her breathing was fast paced just like his thrust.
“Cum for me, Schatzi.“ He brought his thumb to her clit, making rough circles and inclining his thrust deeper.
She released on him and with a few more thrust, he did as well, his hot seed painting her spongy inside. His body relaxed on top of her and her legs let go off his waist in exhaustion.
“I love you.” Bill leaned down, kissing her tenderly. “You did so well.” He rested his head against her, burying his face in her neck, kissing her skin affectionately.
“I love you too.” Her voice was quiet as she caught her breath. She smiled contentedly, tracing patterns into his skin and pulling a blanket over their post-coital bodies.
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My little theory rant
Okay so today I got caught up in some of Tubbo's streams in specific the one on him questioning the one and only "Enjoy the island" Curcurcho. First, I want to say that boy was that highly entertaining to watch like omg Tubbo was killing it.
But from that whole thing we got really useful information on some bits of the lore and shit that goes on in the island. So here are the points that i found the most interesting
FOREVER
like firstly we know that Forever won the election and is given tasks to do in his presidential reign. I personally full on thought he worked with the Federation but he's more like a sub section in the way a towns major or representative might be in a province or state. And Cucurcho basically was like yeah, he's the pres of the island basically but so far, he doesn't have any actual big pres power. Oher than a bit that was given to him by the feds.
WALL AND FED BUILDING
Tubbo then beings to ask about the buildings such as the wall, which until know all we know it was to separate the first people who arrived at the island and that they pushed a red button which left to the destruction of a bit of said wall and the later introduction of the eggs. And the recent random build was built were all build by the qsmp feds. Who in the feds built and for what reason was classified information. (kinda saw that coming as a secret)
Eggs
Now the honestly the most intresting part of the convo was the subject of the eggs. Our dear tubbo asked so many of the right questions. Like if the eggs hatch which honestly in the long game i hope they do because of the headcannon/cannon lore on the eggs looking like the parents being more accurate after hatching. And he touch on the fact of there being more eggs which if you haven't seen Quackity's and Celbits pov we can definitely say there are more eggs.
Though on Quackity's pov it shows more of either the eggs being recreated in a lab and are trying to be replicated. (The egg we see in quackity's pov was A1 who was doing some sort of test and failed.) Or maybe each time a egg fully dies they are revived and have their memory wiped and gets tested again for other reasons. Which is possible cause ElQuackity came back with no recollection of the eggs and most events of the island. With that being said we know for sure that the qsmp febs have something weird to do with the eggs in general and that Quackity also had some to do with the qsmp feds as he was the one who invited everyone to said island.
We also know that just like the first few eggs that appeared to the first few players that arrived in the island were found in a adoption centre just like the one that cellbit found with the hidden room and the book. Could that be why after richas and pomme kinda just appeared to the other parents after awhile? was it that they learned from their mistake? Who knows all we know is that there are definitely more eggs that was first thought and possibly a more secret adoption centres. (This could also maybe tie in the fact that the codes are trying to kill eggs and now trying to be them.)
Juanaflippa is the only egg to be revied throughout the whole smp. Now when tubbo asked about this whole ordeal on getting eggs lives back, Cucurcho first was like that's classified but the was saying no which could be their way of confusing and avoiding the whole question as a whole. This obviously could just be them confused on the question but its still iffy.
Again the whole thing was super interesting.
The Federation
The Federation it self was a crazy clue in its self. Tubbo compared the whole this to the stranger thing for those who don't know Stranger things there is this lab where they experimented on children such. And Cucurcho being all the island is perfect and Tubbo was like agreeing for the most part. Leading to this.
We know that the qsmp Feds what them to enjoy the island but we aren't entirely sure why. This was super interesting to me in the sense of double meaning like yes the island is "perfect" for players and for the most part they are content but there is a whole theory that the reason that they gave them eggs was to distract them but from what? I think its like a whole simulation backroom idea. That the true enjoyers of the island is actually qsmp feds as they have ways to test and recreate certain things and certain people. Again possibly tying the blue bird theory of Jaiden being a escaped backroom project that was later brought back by Quackity's request.
Tubbo again asked a great question that i never really have thought of and I don't see most people wonder this. Do these Cucurcho's have free will. This was question bit was weird back and forth momment of yes they kinda of do have free will to a weird I am a employee of the Federation moment. I would say that for the most part they do have free will in the sense they can walk around and talk with people but have maybe a signal que of other Fed workers looking at them closely to make sure they don't step out of line and do their required tasked kinda of like it you ere told to do something at gun point. I honestly don't know.
They the whole might there be other island.
Its in the name itself. The Federation Census Bureau. The word Bureau itself means a office or department of for transacting a particular action or a government office. Obviously in the context of the book it was used in singularity and not plurality to identify more but it still slightly concerning cause a Bureau it self is a of agreed divided specialties. So it would make sense is that Quisadilla Island to not be the only one in a large network. Again Tubbo be asking the right questions. Also the fact that Cucurcho's answer to Tuboo being like on the idea of more then one island was saying classified was amazing cause it makes it even more believable that there is more island as one island in singularities existence does not need to classified
IN CONCLUSION!! Tubbo was crazy in getting the most general answers and vague questions that allowed us to get at least and idean of wtf is going on with feds and the island. And im sorry for going on this whole rant but i had to get this off my chest so yeah. That whole bit was wild and really had me being like wtf moments
HERES THE LINK TO THE VIDEO OF TUBBO'S DECTIVE MOMENT
(1) Tubbo Asks Cucurucho All The Lore Questions He Could Think OF! QSMP - YouTube
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Sweater Weather. | J.JH (M) Part 2 <3
prologue- “I wish you could see the way i see you.” + “This might sound crazy but can i kiss you?”
tw- friend’s older brother!jaehyun x fem!y/n. sungchan is jaehyun’s younger brother. y/n has the fattest crush on jae and he finds it rly cute. cute fluff moments here and there. he loves that y/n is a little bit innocent. he kinda just wants to keep y/n in his pocket. Soft fluff nothing smut related bc the way I wrote this was a different vibe.
notes- Heavily inspired by Sweater Weather By Neighbourhood. <3
tag list- @kae-t-eee <3 @j69no <3 @pretiurs <3 @seodami <3 @humongouscowboyskeletonranch <3 @hwaluvx <3 @caramelhyunn <3 @seokjinnjuice <3 @revie-ann <3 @ytzvivi <3
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two weeks has passed and you finally stopped tutoring sungchan because he had the upcoming tests which will prove if he was even listening to you the entire time.
you weren’t necessarily too fussed if he didn’t pass but you would be happier if he did, considering the amount of work he made you tutor him. it would be nice to see him see a difference in his grades.
right now your class has been dismissed and after that you had no class on, nothing planned or scheduled either. So you took your time packing up your school bag, putting forth the text books and pencil case in it.
“Y/n!”
Sungchan runs up to you like there was no tomorrow possible— you turn around in slight surprise as he saw you jump. He really needs to stop sneaking up on you, doesn’t he realise you have one life only? The boy smiles ear to ear as he would open up a grade report card.
He widely shows to the girl the red grades with eighty percent in both English and calculus class. She looks up at Sungchan with curved eyebrows. “Oh my god that’s amazing sungchan, I knew you could do it.”
You clap your hands but the boy went to leap-frog hug you, quite literally make you almost stumble and lose your balance. Sungchan widely exclaims.
“Without you it wasn’t possible, believe me! But thank you so much again y/n.” Sungchan tells letting go off the sudden hug he has placed on you. Your cheeks turn a light reddish colour. You weren’t used to being thanked, at least not as much as Sungchan especially when it really was just… tutoring?
you give him a slight nudge to his elbows. “come on it’s not like i really did some wonderful thing. i’m sure anyone would tutor you if they were in my place.” Sungchan gives you a short glance. “but not as good as you, that’s for sure.”
he thinks you’re good. Y/n blinks in another set of surprises but nods slowly. you pick up your bag from the desk putting it on one shoulder, you fix your cardigan that you’re wearing as well the flowy black skirt and knee high socks.
Sungchan would see you walk past him bowing goodbye but then he reaches to hold them hem of your shirt line a lost puppy; as if he had more to say. You turn around raising an eyebrow.
“Uhm, remember how my brother invited you to the trip down to the villa?”
Y/n slowly nods, murmuring softly towards the boy. Sungchan hums. “It’s today. When I come home we’ll be leaving immediately. Do you want to tag along still?”
“But that’s really…too much to accept— I feel bad.” You begin to spit jambles but sungchan paused you with finger placed between your lips. You immediately seal your lips shut. This was really sudden too. Sungchan curls a smile.
“Think of it like a holiday because you helped me a lot. Yeah? So please tag along my brother never invites anyone down to the villa!”
And that’s exactly how you got yourself in this situation. You were residing in the jung villa that was actually on a cute little private beach. It was meant to be relaxing but you felt far from it.
You explore inside the villa a little bit. Sungchan was nowhere to be seen, as he was most likely packing, so you took your free curiosity to sneak around the rooms.
One room instantly welcomes you into music glory. It was as if your candy store needed a definition, this would be it. Room aesthetically pleasing with white and red band posters, followed with the Neighbourhood, Cigarettes after sex and many more. There was multiple layers of shelves holding large vinyls. On the other side there was a book shelf ton of CDS and a player next to it.
Y/n’s lips carve into a circle, wowing with big gasps unable to keep the excitement in. Your body froze like a grounding tree in middle of nowhere, feeling rooting to the floor, clearing taking in the situation.
Your brown sparkling eyes pry on the vinyl section, running down fingertips to the covers of very famous banging tunes; Michael Jackson, Elvis Presley… you felt like were like in multiple universes.
“I love that one too.”
Jaehyun soon beams out of nowhere behind your shoulders, peaking down at your hands who were busily holding on one of the cigarette after sex’s vinyl. He felt your entire soul jump out your body, because when you turned around your lips fell into a small soft spoken shout.
“Oh! I’m sorry I-“ you look down pushing the vinyl back where it belongs. Y/n turns to look at Jaehyun who flashes her a little smile. “I was being nosey.” You respond. The man leans closer to the section where you used to stand, grabbing out the same album you pick out earlier.
He wipes the little dust left on. “You’re free to roam wherever you want y/n.” Jaehyun encourages, in fact the point of staying here was to enjoy yourself.
You watch him walk to the vinyl player as he took it out, pushing it into the clipping brown rustic structure; it was an antique, it looks as expensive and valuable than you could imagine a normal vinyl not being able to compare it together. Your body larks behind Jaehyun who was much taller than you.
The music softly coos out like magical words. Jaehyun turns to you. “Do you like cigarettes after sex?”
“I love cigarettes after sex actually. How about you..?” Y/n gestures with her little hands that he quickly caught on. He grins. “Me too. My favourite band.”
The quiet room was filled with the music playing gently, soothing these two to enjoy their sense of love for music. Seemingly you and jaehyun have a lot in common— more than you could admit. The both of you enjoy listening to the same music, especially in your free time. Your favourite food would be pizza. Favourite fruit is a peach. Then there was obviously lots of difference between you and jaehyun.
He was good at sports. You were not, in fact you would wish sports (cough mostly in schools) was banned. It’s more like you hate doing it, but you wouldn’t mind watching sports. Just as long as you stayed away from a ball and running on a field.
Jaehyun sucks badly at drawing. You were good at it. You enjoy calculus and english more in school than any other subject. Jaehyun enjoys korean literature and history. You both somehow ended up bashing on physics though, no one likes physics.
But most important you and jaehyun speak about high school musical. You guys are absolute simps for high school musical, and you even told him that y’all should watch it together. He was more than happy to go up on that offer.
“Y/n, Hyung!”
The voice distraught your conversation to shatter into silence as both heads turn the same way, standing in the doorway was a very wild looking Sungchan; he had yellow flip swimming flops, goggles on his head and shirtless as he swore swimming trunks.
He puts his hands on his hips, sassily eyeing you and his brother together. “What are you guys doing? Seriously come to the water it’s hella refreshing out there!”
He immediately reaches for your hand dragging you out to the back of the villa house where the shore would be located at. Jaehyun was left stunned as he follows along casually,
You stutter multiple jambles overlapping your words as Sungchan flung you and him into the cold sea water, the waves crashing you back to the shore. You would be met with pale feet as you look up seeing it was Jaehyun standing in front of you.
He bends down with his hand out. Y/n slowly taking it as Jaehyun helps you up. He notices the wet sweater and skirt sticking on your skin like paper. He softly mutters.
“You’re soaking, what if you get sick? he should at least think about your safety.” Jaehyun chides scolding, watching the younger boy in the distance jumping about like a hyperactive squirrel on caffeine.
You laugh suddenly loudly which made Jaehyun to glance at you in surprise. You hold your stomach a little, giggling.
“That was fun actually. Won’t you join us?” You happily ask jumping up and down into the cold water that actually— somehow eased your mood up. As if it was your source of energy. Or maybe it was because the moment was absolutely beautiful. The reddish orange sunset in the background with white transparent clouds, the soft romanticising breeze blowing through your wet curly locks, brushing by your smooth skin and flowy skirt a little.
He came to a realisation that this was the first time he heard you and possibly saw you smile so happily without a single worry or care flowing in your brain. You were in the moment, enjoying it, seizing it like it was the ultimate opportunity to getaway. Jaehyun would watch you wait for him, in middle of the strong beautiful waves flowing back and forth.
You were a sunshine ray, underneath those rims of clouds blocking your shining light.
Hearing no quicker response your hand instead reaches for the wrist pulling the body mass with force. Jaehyun was flung towards your body into the ocean, as you freely swim around watching the man fall into the water. You sit up, twirling into the water.
Splashing Sungchan and Jaehyun at once. The two boys chuckle at your super sudden child-youthful happiness that they never really expected you to have. You are most beautiful when you are happy.
In that moment this will be a memory you will never forget.
After Sungchan’s shanigians, all of you would be curled on the couch at once with a long thick fur texture blanket. The tv was on and the trio were watching one of the high school musical parts.
Sungchan was completely bored out of his mind to the point he slept, leaving you and Jaehyun in the middle together curling watching with anticipation and excitement.
You tut with squeaky voices when ‘Start of something new’ finished. Jaehyun on the other hand was completely mesmerising you from the sidelines, admiring your side profile, the way your eyes exquisitely never miss a single thing, there would always be a thing you catch on quick like a button. Jaehyun loves the way you remind him of so many things, make him feel so many things. You remind him of the ocean waves earlier, they were so calming and beautiful but have their hidden moments that makes them unpredictable.
You remind him of the morning sunrise, because you make him realise that he wants to see you everyday in his life the more he gets closer to you.
You were the epitome of raw beauty.
“Jaehyun you should sing for me.” Y/n suddenly urges as she turns to face the man who was lovestuck at this point. “Hmm what do you want me to sing?”
The girl lays back humming loudly as she thinks. You sit up suddenly in your position when a brilliant idea struck you. “Sweater weather by the neighbourhood. Because today really reminded me of that.”
“The beach was perfect. This entire place is amazing.”
He hears you say.
“Come out with me then.” Jaehyun would suddenly speak as he stands up. He would be wearing those loose pyjama red checkered pants with slippers on and a loose white shirt exposing those prominent collarbones that left you drooling. You blink wondering what could he possibly be leading you to, but without hesitation you take his hand.
You trust him. He smiles gently as he leads you outside to the sandbox beach, keeping a hold on your hand as he starts to shift you around into a twirl. He was dancing with you, slow dancing at that.
Your body stiffens at the movement, but trying your best to let yourself loose and follow along. Jaehyun’s earthy husk tone later fills your head with nothing but the enteral melody,
As he sang exactly the lyrics of sweater weather just for you. Spinning you round his body in the night cold harsh breeze that never stop you. Y/n would be wearing as well oversized shirt and shorts, something that wasn’t hers May you add.
This was actually Jaehyun’s clothes. He was more than ready to offer some for you.
Jaehyun remarks that stuns you quite a bit. “I wish you could see the way i see you.”
You were left in the open confused by his confession, in reality Jaehyun meant was that he wishes for you to notice how amazing you actually are, because in your own eyes you could never see how much of a loving caring person you are to deserve everything in this world. Y/n looks up at him as he pulls you closer and closer very carefully and slowly.
“What do you mean?” You let out. He looks down at his hands that wrap themselves in yours warmly sharing the body temperatures together against the cold night upon them.
“You’re breathing taking. You sweep me off my feet. You genuinely make me feel like I’m floating, you…” He leans closer whispering. “You’re a lot of amazing things, but you don’t realise it.”
“So that’s what I mean by I wish how you could see you through my eyes.”
Now who would’ve thought the Jung Jaehyun would be so overally engaged and whipped for you and just for you. The way those words roll off his tongue and lips like a romantic poetry. You stand quiet, rather stunned but your eyes were speaking to him things you want to say too. Things you were longing deeply to express and now is your chance to.
“Touch my neck and i’ll touch yours.”
He sang familiar lyrics that make your heart thump in your chest, as if it was ready to escape and burst out to freely roam. Jaehyun softly moving his hands, round your neck tightly his lashes gazing into your round bambi eyes that gave him such innocence. It felt like Disney love. Puppy love.
You caught on quick by wrapping arms around him as you decided it’s time to make your move. Maybe you should make it clear that you do like him, a lot, that you have the massive biggest fattest crush on this man standing in front of you, having hands wrapped round you like a piece of clothing unable to let go off your body. As your feet tip toe, face soon hovers over his and Jaehyun stands still.
“This might sound crazy, but can i kiss you?” He whispers to you, almost scared to now you’ll flat out reject him with discomfort. But instead, as he saw your head grow taller the more you tip toe… he felt a pair of lips roaming freely on his own.
The moment the lips touch together it felt like two pieces of puzzles connecting and fitting instantly, it was perfect chemistry, a perfect Cupid match sent from heaven. Jaehyun swears he felt his own soul ascending to another dimension. It made his heart flutter more now that it was you, who made the first move clear. He returns it as much passion as you shared, pouring all your love and emotion in it.
He felt it. He was touched by it. More importantly, he acknowledges it.
In between the kisses you murmur to make it even more clear to the man. “Jae..” the man didn’t listen as he was far too lost in the moment. he was going back to reconnect your lips once again but you broke it off by speaking.
You confidently tell him. “I. Love. You.” Jaehyun lightly smirks leaning in, pecking your lips that he truly can’t get enough of.
“I love you too, darling.” He caressed your face, pulling into another deep kiss sharing between you two.
You fell first but little did you know Jaehyun fell way harder than you could ever imagine to think.
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Praying that its e2l related 🤣🤞
revy for you i opened my e2l doc and worked on the intro ive been struggling with LOL
so exes to lovers wip! i know this au is neglected here but here’s a little preview! this takes place a year before their breakup :)
a little long but 1.4k since i haven’t posted anything from this au!!!!!
exes to lovers au wip
February 2022
Portland, Oregon
The last few bits of remaining sun peeked out through the clouds, casting a warm glow into the living room. Short winter days had quickly transitioned into another long winter night, leaving everyone to their own devices.
Mikasa glanced around the room, eyeing her friends from where she sat on the couch, finding herself too tired to go and socialize with everyone else. After a day of hiking that Eren had forced them upon, everyone had been trying to wind down, attempting to preoccupy themselves, which created the mass of chaos before her.
Sasha and Connie trying (and failing every time) to start a fire in the fireplace; Jean and Ymir arguing over how to properly cut onions while they (Armin) tried to make dinner together, and she was sure there was something else that had been brought up that she couldn’t quite remember or bother to care about; Pieck and Hisu struggling to carry trays of hot chocolate to the living room, only causing Mikasa to worry that they would be charged an extra fee for whatever sort of mess that they made in the process; Hitch resided beside her on the couch, trying to figure out how to load the cartridge of film into her film camera, and ultimately failing; and Eren, she had realized, was nowhere to be found.
Her brow furrowed as she scanned the room, looking for any trace of him, knowing that his presence would be requested as soon as Hitch figured out how to reload her film camera—insisting that their trip be further documented.
“Hey, Hitch, have you seen Eren?” Mikasa asked, turning to face her.
Hitch, who hadn’t bothered to look up from what she was doing, shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, I thought he left a while ago. He seemed all upset or something—I thought you two were fighting or something, to be honest.”
Mikasa’s face scrunched in annoyance, especially considering she hadn’t seen Eren since he went to take a shower over an hour ago. “We aren’t fighting, what are you—”
“Got it!” Hitch cheered, ignoring Mikasa’s comment. She turned towards where everyone else was, so they could better hear her. “Hey! Let’s take a picture, finally! I got this stupid thing working.” Mikasa eyed Hitch, her face giving away her irritation at her lack of social awareness, causing Hitch to cower in fear (though she would probably never admit it). “And someone go find Eren! Mikasa’s worried.”
Mikasa huffed as she stood up, filing herself to the larger couch while Hitch positioned the camera in front of it. She watched as everyone crowded around the couch, everyone finding a seat on or in front of the couch. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Eren, worried about what could have possibly upset him.
The feeling of strong arms wrapping around her middle took her out of her thoughts. She turned to face the culprit, the familiar viridian eyes greeting her with a warm smile.
“Hey,” he greeted, a hint of something she couldn’t quite decipher lingering in his voice. “You miss me?”
Mikasa’s hand found his cheek, gently caressing it. “I did, actually,” she mused. “Everything okay? You were gone for a bit—Hitch said you looked upset when you ran off to wherever.”
Eren came around, fixing Mikasa into his lap, as he positioned his chin comfortably onto her shoulder. Hitch was still fidgeting with the camera, giving Eren no time to avoid her question. “Just stuff with my parents… You know my dad hasn’t been doing good—the company and all that. But I don’t wanna talk about it right now, we’re on a trip, and your birthday is tomorrow—that’s what matters right now.”
“Eren… You know that stuff is important—” Mikasa started, her words cut off by Hitch once again.
“Okay, everyone hurry up! We have like ten seconds before it takes the picture so don’t fuck it up!” She yelled as she ran towards the couch, taking a seat next to Armin and Sasha.
Mikasa released a sigh not wanting their conversation to be interrupted, but not having a choice in this instance. She fixed her face into a smile as she waited for the flash to go off, not wanting to irritate Hitch any further.
They took picture after picture until Hitch was satisfied, resulting in sore cheeks for everyone, and earning complaints from everyone. Everyone gathered around the coffee table, passing around the printed-out photos.
Mikasa was finally ready to be done, wanting to go look at the pictures herself, when Hitch stopped her. “Hey, you two stay there. Let me take one of you two,” she said, motioning them to sit back down. “You’ll thank me when you have cute pictures to show your future kids one day.”
“Hitch, just take the picture,” Mikasa muttered, her voice teetering the edge of being snappy.
Mikasa wrapped her arm around Eren, nestling closer into his side, trying to relieve herself of her slight irritation, knowing nobody was at fault in this situation. She found herself frustrated that she was annoyed in the first place, knowing that there was nothing to be upset about, she should be enjoying herself, knowing she was surrounding by all the people she loved.
As if Eren could sense her uneasiness, she felt him press a kiss onto her cheek. “Hey, relax,” he whispered into her ear. “There’s nothing to worry about, okay?” Mikasa felt her shoulders loosen up, Eren’s voice and presence the one thing to always bring her back down to earth.
“Okay, on three! Three… two… one!” Hitch counted down, the flash going off on one. She handed them the undeveloped picture before joining the others, rambling about how she deserved to be the godmother to their hypothetical future children for things like this.
“It is a nice picture, she has a good point,” Eren said as he inspected the picture. “I think it would be nice to have for stuff like that.”
A smile lit across Mikasa’s face, kids, and a future. Things she had always considered but always seemed so far off—but now, seemed closer than she liked to admit. “You wanna be the father to my kids then, huh?” She teased, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Who else would be the father to your kids?” Eren scoffed, his brows furrowing the way he always did when he tried to hide his emotions—whether it be annoyance or jealousy.
“Nobody but you, Eren,” she said, chuckling before pressing a kiss to a forehead. “That would be nice, though, little versions of us, don’t you think?”
“Mhmm, I think about it all the time, to be honest,” he admitted.
“You do?”
“Well, maybe not the kids and the specifics—although I would want us to have all girls if it was my choice,” he said, chuckling. “But just about us, and our future in general. I love you, I see you in my future always.”
After so many years of being together, it was hard to remember a time when Eren wasn’t in her life. There had never been a time in Mikasa’s life where there had been no Mikasa and Eren in some capacity—whether that was friendship or dating—he was a permanent fixture in her life, and she knew he always would be.
“I love you too, Eren,” Mikasa replied, interlacing her hand with his. “Always have, always will.”
“Even when we were kids and I pushed you too hard off the swings and gave you your scar?” A dimple peeked out from his cheek, a grin flashing across his face.
“I think I was too busy crying to think about whether I loved you or not—but you made your parents buy us ice cream, so I’m sure seven-year-old Mikasa loved you just a bit then too.”
“Well I hope you’ll love me in the future and don’t somehow find a way to get tired of me.”
“How could I ever get tired of you, Eren?” She said, smiling, before pressing another kiss to his lips and standing up.
Mikasa helped Eren to his feet before he enveloped her in another hug, tucking her into his chest. “I don’t know, but I hope you never do. I don’t know how I’d live a life without Mikasa, you really are my other half.”
She hummed in response, wrapping her arms around his middle. “Yea, I don’t know how I would either, Ren. Love you a bit too much to ever get rid of you.”
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This may be a stretch but I think I may have found what the graffiti acronym means behind Revy here: All Cops are Killers
ACK
It's a stretch but I couldn't find anything else that could possibly make sense.
Since I'm talking about Revy's childhood let's me get into it.
I've recently found out that Revy is actually full Chinese. Seriously, I was under the assumption she was only half but that's incorrect. The American part just comes from the fact that she acts like an American, lived in NYC, etc.
She actually directly stated this in the submarine scene with Rock, "What's left for a poor little Chinese bitch to rely on?"
There's a quote from Hiroe that states in her design he wanted something the Japanese readers could relate to, and that having an angry white woman character would not be beneficial for the manga.
Also, Shenua even directly comments on this. She calls Revy a slur, so fair warning, but it's "Twinkie" referring to the fact that Revy is Chinese (Yellow) in appearence but on the inside is Caucasian (White).
So, it definitely makes sense that Revy doesn't even identify as Chinese due to her upbringing. Especially with an abusive father and ambiguous mother, both of whom are Chinese. And Revy lived in New York's Chinatown, presumably near the slums.
The brief appearence of the apartment's interior does hint to this. The bed where Revy shoots her father doesn't quite look like it has a frame. It's like a mattress in the middle of the room. Considering the window is right behind her it seems like her dad decided to make the general/largest space in the apartment his "bedroom."
And Revy as a kid already owned fingerless gloves and wore them when shooting cans. I wonder if the ones she wears are the same? Probably not due to the wear and tear but it's nice to think that she values her gloves. You can see them in the pictures at the top of this post.
Another thing is her religion. She used to be at least christian or catholic, since she says, "Before I knew any better I clung to God and prayed to him every night"
It may just be my enthusiam to fill in holes in Revy's backstory but that single line seems very very crucial to at least imagining what her life was like as a kid.
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Choosing Rebirth Over Revenge After My Release From Gaza
By Liat Atzili
Artwork by Haley Jiang
Ms. Atzili is a high school teacher in Kiryat Gat, Israel, and an educator at Yad Vashem, Israel’s national Holocaust remembrance center.
In Israel, the Shoah, or Holocaust, has often been spoken of in recent years alongside tekumah, meaning rebirth, after the survivor generation chose to rebuild a nation rather than lose itself to grief and vengeance. Molded by that spirit, Israel became a refuge for Jews in danger the world over, and has healed its relationships with Germany and other nations that perpetrated or enabled the Holocaust.
I work at Israel’s national Holocaust remembrance center, Yad Vashem, where I teach Israeli 12th graders about the Shoah and prepare them for school trips to Poland. As the last remaining members of the survivor generation dwindled among us in recent years, my focus has been on how best to teach students about the Shoah when the eyewitnesses are gone.
While preserving the memory of the horrors and losses the Shoah wrought remains important both for young Israelis and for children around the world, the concept of tekumah is also a central component of Holocaust education. Tekumah provides us with the vital life lesson of how to move on with dignity and purpose after experiencing a tragedy, and it is perhaps the most important gift that the survivors gave us.
On Oct. 7, the Jewish people suffered our greatest tragedy since the Holocaust. That tragedy came to my own home in Kibbutz Nir Oz, which was burned down as I was taken to Gaza as a hostage. I was held in a home with Gazans and Hamas fighters, with no news of the outside world. Terrified, alone and unsure of the fate of my family, I kept myself going for nearly two months, promising myself I wouldn’t miss the graduation ceremony of the class I teach and imagining reuniting with my husband, Aviv, and our three children. I am a dual citizen of Israel and the United States, and I was released after 54 days thanks in large part to the intervention of President Biden and Secretary of State Antony Blinken. My children, thankfully, survived — one after terrifying hours in hiding, one by sheer luck of having been elsewhere that day, one who staved off the attackers by holding the door of a safe room closed. But my home of 30 years was burned beyond recognition, and the home of my heart — my husband, Aviv — was among the 1,200 killed by Hamas in Israel on that terrible October day. So immense was the destruction, I found that terrorists had even killed my dog, Revi.
When I got out of Gaza, I discovered there was no Kibbutz Nir Oz to return to. I am living in what is called a “temporary arrangement” apartment in the southern city of Kiryat Gat; as of now I can stay here for three years, perhaps longer. My children are of an age when they are leaving the nest, and I am experiencing that bittersweet rite of passage as a new widow, without a home.
Now is the time for the world to demand and secure the release of the remaining hostages in Gaza. I want to be reunited with my neighbors. Then will come the time for mourning what we have lost.
Neither of these missions ends our work. Beyond the horizon of our pain, we must recommit ourselves to tekumah with the same determined optimism of the Holocaust survivor generation.
I see no alternative. Without tekumah, we will only sink further into the cycle of mutual anger and victimhood that has plagued our relationship with the Palestinians for too long. That is not the approach that the survivor generation chose, and in their spirit I do not seek revenge for what I have been through. I am humbled by how my fellow Israelis put their lives at risk to fight my kidnappers, but I do not feel any catharsis in seeing the destruction of Gaza. Instead, I want to focus on building a better future for my three children — and for the children of Gaza.
After the Holocaust, a new generation rose up in Israel, focused not on the past but instead on making the future bloom. Tekumah for Israel after this war will mean rebuilding our national identity and moving past the divisive politics that marked the year leading up to Oct. 7. Our adversaries may be dangerous, but no one has the power to destroy our country more than we do ourselves.
But for me tekumah is not only about Jewish lives, it’s also about all those lives that shattered on Oct. 7 and after — including those of my non-Jewish neighbors, Israeli citizens, who have been caught up in the battles ever since. It also means working toward a rebirth for Gaza. While I cannot influence the choices that Gazans will make for themselves, I hope those responsible for launching this war are replaced with people who want a better future alongside Israel. After seeing the investment Hamas made in its underground city, it is easy to understand that so much was squandered in Gaza over the past 18 years. Gazan citizens, too, deserve a rebirth, one that imagines a future not of combat but of shared existence.
One more arena in which tekumah is sorely needed is in the diaspora. Antisemitism, which is as old as Western society, these days seems to seep into much of the public discourse around Judaism, Jewish people and Israel. I am not blind to my country’s failings, but it is deeply troubling how this conflict, which was started in the most violent way by Hamas, has contributed to a rise in violent antisemitic acts. Tekumah in the diaspora would allow for the full expression of Jewish life without fear, both in Israel and around the world.
If the young people among the decimated European Jewish population were able to face the future with optimism after the Holocaust, we, too, can find the strength to repair what has been broken.
#just sharing the whole piece straight from the nyt website#no notes except for the bits i've bolded#ישראבלר#jumblr
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STMPD Recommends Black Lagoon Fanfiction: Girlycards' A Chance Encounter
So this is going to be something a smidge different than my usual reviews. The fic's under 20k words, and I decided to poke at it after girlycards reblogged my last review joking that she couldn't wait to see what I said about her fic.
I was a little reluctant to do so, not gonna lie. She writes short snippets of Balalaika and Revy being cute-ish with one another, at least as cute as those characters can be with one another being who they are; I write over-the-top explode-y cyberpunk adventures. But I decided to take it as a challenge and give one fic she poked my way a go. A Chance Encounter was that fic.
And, dear reader, it's really good! So let's talk about Balalaika and Revy and why this fic works.
The setup is right there: Lost and free from prison in NYC, Revy tries to mug Balalaika, not knowing who she is. It doesn't go well, of course - this is fucking Balalaika we're talking about - but Balalaika allows her to live, allows her to follow her to her hotel room, and in time to Roanapur. And in time, Balalaika starts to care for Revy. Simple as that. I actually don't want to spoil too much.
In that regard, it's something of an origin story, even retelling the time when Chang shot Balalaika a few times and almost sparked an intersyndicate war. Rock's nowhere to be found, and who cares? This is about two lost hyperviolent women with attachment issues figuring out how to start to attach to each other.
And it works! As Goethe would say, it succeeds in what it sets out to do and it was worth doing. It's funny, too, because BalaRevy has always felt like it would be fundamentally a toxic relationship to me, and the one fic I've tried to read where that relationship is explored - It Will Come Back - never disabused me of that notion. Like, Balalaika is Balalaika. Domination and control is her drug of choice, and someone without a private army at her back, like Revy - what can she do but struggle in the Russian's grip? I'm still hashing out the details of her romance with Celia in Bubblegum Black, but her attachment to her rusalka... well, you've seen how I write it, dear reader. I hope.
So I think what works here is that as much as Balalaika starts keeping Revy by her side initially out of pity, she also sees the woman she once was, the criminal she is now, in a warped way in Two Hands. Oh, Balalaika is still pretty cold even right up until the end of the fic, but one feels like she's getting somewhere. Compare that to It Will Come Back, which I struggled a lot more with because it felt like Balalaika never showed that key moment of intimacy and it was more one-sided pining on Revy's part (couple that with the fact that the author clearly didn't like Rock that much and I really wasn't feeling the fic because, in case you can't tell dear reader, I like playing around with Rock as a character). That mutuality was what made the fic - and the ship - feel possible for me. As such, I encourage you to read it! I think you'll like it.
Now what should I review next, hmm... Last thing I want to do is review YT2032 anytime soon, heh...
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If Only, Chapter 11
In which Balalaika arrives in Roanapur and Eda makes the biggest gamble of her life.
“Revy, what the fuck is wrong with you?” snapped Eda. “Read the room! She doesn’t care about your cutesy little trading company!”
“Then why does she care about yours, Eda? She’s new in town and doesn’t know what businesses she can or can’t trust!”
“This is all very amusing,” said Balalaika, lighting her cigar. “Go on.” She smirked down at Revy, past her nose. “You have fifteen seconds. The elevator is already moving.”
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Where's Revy??? Is the doggie okay?? 😭😭~🍄.2
He's still healing from his wounds, and he can't be around Grian, so he spends most of his time in the rancher's room at the hospital.
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High Broken boy Eren x reader
"Okay so we bout to smoke and before we hit the club I'm passing out these bitches" Sasha laughs holding up the bag of Mushrooms.
" Where's the blunt?' Eren ask Holding his hand out impatiently .
" Eren you okay ? You Seem stressed. " Mikasa says looking up at him beside her.
" I'm just annoyed " He response smoking the blunt and passing it to you. You shake your head refusing the blunt but he insist on you taking a turn. You take the blunt and past it to Sasha.
" So where's Armin ?" You ask. Eren checks his phone.
" He texted me. He said he'll be ready for the club he's not smoking" He answers finding his seat next to you.
" So Eren what happened with Annie?" Sasha ask being nosy with a devilish grin.
" She came by and amber alert over here answered the door and she went nuts. Attacking me accusing me of Fucking Y/n." He explains as Sasha giggles.
" I mean Look at her she's a babe and you guys do live together you sure you not fucking." Her and Mikasa Laughs.
" Hell no !" You shout before Eren could respond.
'Wow that's how you felt after I put you to sleep last night." He barks with a small grin.
" No fucking way! " Sasha shouts passing the blunt to Mikasa who's coughing on laughter.
You look at Eren and give a devilish smile. Your Eyes speaking to one another.
He wants to play games . We'll play game.
" Oh you call that fucking? I thought that was your finger didn't know your dick was so thin." You respond matching his energy. He looks at you for a cold minute you both facing off, till you couldn't hold back. The both of you start laughing your asses off as he nudges your arm. Sasha and Mikasa look at each other confused then processed to laugh. You assume the weed was getting to you all.
" That was a good one Y/N I'll give you that but when you seriously wanna feel me in you-you know where my room is." He says glazing into your eyes in all seriousness. You blush and lightly shake your head.
" Never in a million years" You whisper. He shoved his shoulders taking the blunt from Mikasa.
" Your lost." He giggled.
" You play to much Eren." Sasha says getting up going into the kitchen. Mikasa was in a daze barely keeping her eyes open falling over on Eren shoulders.
" Hold this y/n'' He ask giving you the blunt. He stood up slowly picking up Mikasa and placing her in his room.
"She's fucked. " Sasha laughs stuffing her face. Eren came back snatching the blunt out your hands.
" Sasha you and Connie owe me some damn snacks. " He shouts chasing her around the kitchen table. She laughs as he desperately tires to take the snacks out her hands. You could tell the two were high as hell. You turn on the Tv to kill time going back to the movie you and Eren were watching earlier.
" Hey don't start that yet!" He shouts jumping on one side of you and Sasha on the other.
"You both reek of weed." You sprout in annoyance of how close they were.
" Rewind it some" Eren insist.
You didn't know he was actually paying attention to it like you was. You didn't mind though. The movie ended and Eren and Sasha ended up falling asleep on each of your shoulders. You looked on your left , Sasha whispering chicken in her dream. You looked to your right, Eren's hair tingling your face, the smell of weed on his breath. You were truly irritated .
" Idiots get up!" You shout pushing both Eren and Sasha off you.
"Holy shit it's 6 Connie's off. I'll wake Mikasa be out by 7:30." Sasha yells going into Eren's room to wake Mikasa. Eren was still waking up his hair completely out his man bun and checking his phone.
" Yo Sasha! Annie texted don't worry about me just give y/n a ride. I'm gonna pick her up Armin invited her." He shouts.
" Alright cool be ready Y/n I'll text you." Sasha says before leaving the room with a confused Mikasa.
"Alright bet." You get up going into your room getting ready. You had never been to a real club before partying wasn't really your thing even though you always wanted to try it out. You Revish though your clothing looking for something club worthy. You decided to wear a gold silk Cami, black mini skirt and gold heels. You gathered your things leaving your room it being 7:15. Eren was also preparing to leave. He was in the living room cleaning things up. He wore long sleeve silk sliver top and black dress pants. His hair in a tight bun only one strain in his face, A sliver wrist watch and small studs in both ears. You weren't gonna lie to yourself he looked good. You didn't realize you was staring.
" whoa are you fucking me with your eyes" He smirks catching you staring at him.
You start to blush, embarrassed.
"You're disgusting please but you do look good. " You admitted.
" So you were imaging me on you." He proceeds to say.
" It's okay to admit kind of hard not to besides I wouldn't mind the thought of you on me. " He giggles to himself.
" You're a real ass " You shouts face completely red. You didn't know what to think. He thought such bold statements were funny.
" Lighten up you'll probably smash and disappear right? That's your specialty." He mouths, opening the dorm door letting you go ahead of him.
You ignored his petty comment giving a petty smile. You toss your hands up walking in the other direction as him. You made your way outside just in time Sasha texted.
Sasha~ I parked behind your dorm hurry up!
You smile at her text and fast walk to her car. She drove a Black Toyota RAV4 LE.
" You look amazing !" Sasha shouts from the driver side
" Facts. " Mikasa nods.
You took your seat in back.
" Where's Armin?" You ask confused.
" Oh he's riding with Jean." Mikasa answers.
" Alright lets shake some ass!" Sasha shouts before speeding out the parking lot. After about 45 minutes you guys arrive at a club called Night Wilders.
Bigg Balls Mikasa~ We're here boys
Bigg Balls Armin~ Find a good spot We'll meet you guys inside.
After making it inside the club you all looked for a nice area. The club was quite large and very dark. The music was so loud you had to yell to hear each other.
" Over here!" Mikasa shouts finding a big enough spot for all who was coming
" YO Where's the mushrooms" Jean shouts coming in behind Armin and Connie.
" You look amazing" Armin says grabbing your hand forcing you into a 360. You giggle at his enthusiasm. Sasha ran to Connie giving him a hug and a sexual kiss. Everyone in the group smirked at the interaction.
" Okay fuck later where's the Mush Sasha?" Jean insist.
" Here everyone take one these things are no joke." She giggles still wrapped in Connie's arm. You all begin to each take one from the bag.
" Hold up save me one" Eren says pushing through he crowd, Behind him stood Annie. She looked surprised and angry to see you.
" Annie how long your staying in town ?" Sasha ask grabbing her a mushroom.
" Just this week or mid-terms are coming up" She says clinging to Eren's shirt.
You finally finish eating the mushroom which wasn't as bad as you expected.
" Dance with me "Armin insist grabbing your hand and pulling you to him before you could say anything. He pulls your hips closer to his as your bodies move with the beat of the music.
" You're so Hot. " He laughs spinning you in circles. You laugh at his complements. His blue eyes glaring into yours. You didn't try to but you started checking him out. His neck exposed and vein visible , his shirt low enough to expose the very entrance of his chest.
" Hell your hot too." You smile. He blushes giggling to your complement.
" Get a room" Mikasa laughs as the group started to dance near you two. You couldn't tell if the mushroom was getting to you or not, but everything felt funny. The music changed to fast beat and You, Mikasa and Sasha were completely out of it. Before you knew it strangers had started trying to grind behind you.
" Get the hell away from them" a voice said scarring off the guys that kept surrounding you all. You were to high to know what was going on.
" Hey Eren! Lets dance." You smile grabbing his hands and bringing him closer to you. He didn't seem as high as you but you could tell he was out of it.
" What are you doing!' He smirks laughing at your dance moves.
" He grabs your hands spinning you in circles as you laughed looking up at the ceiling changing colors You felt like you were on could nine.
" Oh shit the drinking cup!" Jean interrupts.
" OH shit you Mikasa and Sasha shout making your way down the club line.
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TO READ AHEAD MORE CHAPTER ON WATTTPAD STORY TITLE "BROKEN BOY EREN X READER @nowstreaming01
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Can we know what's in the ask box/ requests you will work on? :3
Hmm how about a Black lagoon prompt with Revy with a Darling that's opposite of her personality wise, they're patient and kind even to her despite her harshness and temper
hi again! i was wondering if i could have a mini profile for ms frizzle?
Can I request for yandere headcanon with Yuno Gasai from future diary?
Oooh~ how about a yandere profile for Maki Oze and Tatsumaki
Hmm I got a request. How about Yandere Junko, Esdeath and Akane with an S/I that intentionally made them jealous? Cause they feel like the yandere hasn't stacked her claim on them or isn't paying enough attention to them.
Hello, I found you in ao3 and I love your work. May I please ask for headcanons for Sugawara, Lev, Oikawa, and Ushijima with a darling whose a foreigner
May I request Yandere prompt 24 with Mukuro Ikusaba?
yandere ABC? Or maybe general HC for spawn
Anywayss, can you feed us some 4*town headcanons where they pretty much kidnapped their darling and shawty has to live w them? It could be how is living with him, do u have ur own room, are u alone often, does he hurt u, u can even make an alphabet if u want to!!
hi!!..I wondering if you do an NSFW hajime if you feel comfortable with it..if not its ok :)
Those are just the newest ones that were sent that I believe were all sent in March so far. There are more but those were the newest ones I've gotten.
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top 5 balalaika/balarevy head canons? 🥰
Balalaika doesn’t sleep very well without Revy by her side. (Or in my AU, without her child nearby. She cannot relax fully without knowing that the people closest to her are safe.)
Occasionally, Balalaika and Revy both are prone to reliving bad memories - Balalaika in dreams or even hallucinations, if she has had a period of very little sleep and extreme work hours, which can manifest in insomnia and her shutting off, meanwhile Revy can get triggered by outside events and acts out, sometimes unaware of her surroundings. It's especially risky for Revy but she has a way of calming Balalaika down if she goes through a rough episode. Balalaika will restrain Revy if necessary and then hold her until she calms down. Or, Revy sits next to Balalaika until she falls asleep. Balalaika often falls asleep before Revy.
There has been (1) time where Balalaika carried Revy to bed when she was too drunk to stand after visiting Hotel Moscow once (I wrote a fic about this too).
Balalaika is quite touchy-feely and hands-on with Revy - often touching her arm or her hair or standing very close, which Revy isn't used to. Revy would never admit it (and kill anyone who knew) but she craves that close contact.
Balalaika enjoys warm blini still. Not cold ones, but who said she couldn’t like them warm or at room temperature? ok serious headcanon: one of her fave ways of relaxing is sitting in her office, smoking and drinking something and listening to Rachmaninov.
Thanks 🥰
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Yall this has been in my wishlist for like 6 months and I'm still barely halfway able to afford it.
Some of u may know me from my speedofdreams blog where i did all steam powered giraffe fanart and I would draw things for people all the time.
I wanna get back to doing that as soon as I can get all my gear back and updated. The computer is only step one. And ps isn't an option for me prob ever again so I'm gonna have to learn myself a whole new world of art program. And when I left my ex I had to leave everything behind that wouldn't fit in my car which was most of my hobby room and a guitar and my bike.
So in the downtime of having no computer I've been learning how to paint with acrylics and gouache and I'd be open to a few commissions to help me get that computer. If anyone would like a small canvas painting from me please tap on my shoulder. I can also crochet u a small toy thing just name it. Plus when my grandma died a few months ago I got about another closet full of more yarn. So if u want a cool tiny thing let me know. Also I've been working on items to open my etsy with again soon but I just can't take good photos to save my life cuz this house is lit like it's 1820
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