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[levionlyyours]

Come Here

☆ Day 8 of Domaystic | Reassurances | Event by @domaystic

☆ Summary: After getting devastating news, Levi reassures you that you're not alone.

☆ Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Gender-Neutral Reader

☆ Genre/Tags: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff

☆ Content Warnings: Light angst

☆ Word Count: 0.6k

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The words don’t really register to you until you’re already home.

They follow you in, clinging to you like they’ve sunk their claws in. Everything feels slightly unreal around you—the door closing behind you, the layout of the apartment, the sound of something playing faintly in the background where Levi had been waiting, unaware that anything had changed.

We’re shutting down.

You drop your bag a little too carelessly by the door. “Levi—” Your voice cracks before you can even finish his name.

Levi stands immediately. His attention snaps to you, eyes wandering over your form to take in your drawn-in shoulders, your slightly trembling hands, the first drops of tears glistening in your eyes.

“What happened?” he asks.

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. You feel a lump in your throat, the words catching somewhere between your chest and your lips, and suddenly it’s all too much at once, the reality of it crashing in without warning, leaving you standing there, helpless and overwhelmed.

“They’re closing,” you manage finally, the sentence breaking apart as it leaves you. “My job—they’re just—closing.”

After a handful of seconds of silence, Levi sighs and says, “Oh, baby, come here.” His voice softens the way it does only for you. Before you can think, he’s already pulling you into him with firm arms that wrap around you. 

You lean into it involuntarily, as if you’ve been waiting for it. Your face buries into his shoulder, breath hitching as the tears start rolling down your cheeks uncontrollably. Your fingers grip onto his shirt, giving you something to just hold onto while the rest of the world feels like it’s slipping away.

“I didn’t even—” you start, voice breaking again. “I didn’t even see it coming—”

“I know,” he says, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your head, keeping you close and steady while your breath falters. “I know.”

You shake your head against him, frustration and fear twisting deep in your gut until it feels impossible to separate them. “What am I going to do?”

Levi doesn’t hesitate. “You’re going to take a breath,” he says first, giving you something solid to stand on. You listen and take a deep breath. “And then you’re going to remember that this isn’t the end of anything.”

You pull back just enough to look at him, your vision blurred, searching his face for something to hold onto. He meets your gaze without wavering.

“I make enough for both of us,” he continues. “We’re going to be fine. You’re going to be fine.” Your lips part slightly, his words sinking in through the haze. “There’s no rush.” His thumb brushes gently beneath your eye, catching a tear before it falls. “You’ll find something else.”

You sniff softly, your grip on him loosening just a little. “I just—” you start, then stop, shaking your head.

He leans in, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead, then another to your temple. “I’ve got you,” he whispers.

He doesn’t let you go right away. Instead, he guides you gently toward the couch, sitting you down before pulling out his phone, tapping away with his eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. 

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Ordering food.”

“Levi—”

“Your favorite,” he adds, not looking up. “And chocolate.”

Despite everything, a small, shaky laugh slips out of you. You don’t know how you got so lucky to meet a man like him. He sets the phone aside once he’s done, his attention returning to you immediately. Nothing else matters more in this moment to him. Your eyes are still wet. Your breathing is still uneven. But it’s at least somewhat better. 

He leans in again, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Then another, and another, one after the other. You know what he’s doing. He’s giving you something else to focus on. You melt into it without thinking, hands lifting to rest against his face. He doesn’t rush you and doesn’t pull away until you do.

When you finally pull back, his forehead rests lightly against yours. “We’re going to be fine,” he says softly.

This time, you believe him.

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It's in the little things (that I can remember you by) {fic}

“What were the Air Nomads’ hairstyles? We could try them.” Aang’s hands still immediately.

Written for @domaystic !

I love imagining their little silent moments and family life, as busy as they were. This came about when seeing the Domaystic prompts and I kept imagining Aang brushing Katara's hair as if it was gold itself.

Prompts: 8. Reassurances 18. Relaxing evening 21. Hair brushing

For more on this family: a Jinora focus with Aang and the Air Nomads Legacy + a Bumi (and Sokka) story.

[heartofafiend]

Day 8 - Boots

Splish, splash

There was a splash sending the muddy water all over the place. On Rafayel’s shoes, pants, even his jacket didn’t get spared. In fairness you weren’t unharmed either — shoe-less, still swinging on the slowing swing. The dread and surprise lasted but a moment taken over by a fit of giggles you couldn’t control. 

“Cuuuuutieeee, did you do it on purpose?” Rafayel was pouting, hand helplessly twitching, not sure if he should try to wipe the dirt or not bother. Shooting glares at his own boot in the puddle. “I’m sorry… I told you your boots were too big for me!”

[puttersmile]

Crittertember Day 8: With your critter OC

Instead of drawing Bobby all the time I do want to draw some other critters. Here its Picky and her farm help, Bunzo! Picky is a very goal oriented critter as shown. But she is glad Cheerigo missed her mailbox this time. That means no time wasted having to fix it. Now its time to go sell apples!

Yeah I know I drew Picky more anthro-y than my OC. No real explanation as to why. I need to be consistent with my art. Bit I wanted to draw Picky in some farm clothes.

Cheerigo is a very diligent mail bat. She will be okay.

[heihellothere]

Bersyukur Tanpa Tapi

Kadang kita mikir kalau bersyukur itu cuma buat hal-hal besar—dapet kerjaan impian, menang lomba, atau hidup yang akhirnya on the track. Padahal, menurut Dr. Robert Emmons, seorang pakar positive psychology, gratitude itu lebih dari sekadar celebrating wins. Bersyukur juga soal mengakui dan menghargai setiap proses yang udah kita jalani, bahkan meski hasilnya nggak sesuai ekspektasi. 💔

Salah satu bentuk syukur yang sering kita lupa? Being grateful for trying. Iya, bersyukur karena udah cukup berani buat take a chance, buat step out of comfort zone, dan buat lawan rasa takut itu sendiri. Carol Dweck dalam teorinya tentang growth mindset bilang kalau orang yang terus berkembang itu bukan mereka yang selalu menang, tapi mereka yang selalu mau belajar dari setiap pengalaman.

Pernah nggak sih, kamu coba sesuatu yang high-stakes banget? Udah effort mati-matian, tapi ternyata nggak dapet? Kinda sucks, kan? But here’s the thing—just because you didn’t win, doesn’t mean you didn’t grow. Kemenangan yang nggak kelihatan itu lebih penting dari yang terlihat. Kita jadi tahu gimana rasanya usaha keras, belajar buat hadapi kecewa, dan paham bahwa keberanian buat nyoba aja udah huge progress. 📈

Nah, Ramadan ini mungkin bisa jadi waktu buat latihan seeing gratitude in a different way. Kayak puasa—hasil akhirnya emang nanti pas buka, tapi perjalanannya, dari nahan laper, ngebentuk kesabaran, sampe refleksi diri, itu juga bagian dari sesuatu yang bisa disyukuri. It’s all about perspective, really!

Jadi, bentuk syukur itu nggak cuma soal dapet apa yang kita mau. Syukur juga ada dalam keberanian buat melangkah, dalam pelajaran yang kita dapet di tengah jalan, dan dalam setiap usaha yang udah kita kasih.

Karena pada akhirnya, menang atau nggak, kita tetap bertumbuh. And that itself is something to be grateful for. 🌿

:: 10 Ramadan 1446H

On pict: A memory from 5 months ago. Ranked 5th out of 4,877 in CAT SKD, but didn’t make it past the non-CAT SKB. A bit sad, but that’s okay :")

[diksifaa]

Masa Kecil

Masa kecil adalah anugerah, kesempatan mahal yang diberi tuhan dengan rajutan kisah yang terkenang segala suka duka yang terlalui merupakan skenario yang luar biasa

Masa kecil adalah rahasia, yang coba ku kubur rapat-rapat, hingga semua raib begitu saja enyah dari pikiran

Masa kecil adalah senang, yang momennya akan teringat ia kenangan-kenangan yang berharga menceritakannya ialah candu merindu

Masa kecil adalah cinta, kehangatannya terekam dengan jelas cinta ibu dan kasih ayah, kebersamaan keluarga, menggambarkan terpenuhinya cinta

Masa kecil ialah sedih, Isakan dan jeritan yang terdengar, pilu yang mendalam, orang-orang yang hilang, semua terkenang dalam tangis

Masa kecil ialah teman, mengenal, bermain, dan belajar dengan mereka yang singgah, dan berdaulat sebagai teman kebersamaan itu tak akan terlupa

Masa kecil adalah orang, sosok sosok sebagai teladan, yang menjadi penyemangat, siapapun mereka guru, sahabat, dan dia

Masa kecil ialah rumah, tempat yang menaungi segala kenangan sudut-sudut yang terekam dengan jelas dengan orang-orang tercinta sederhananya ia adalah kemewahan

Masa kecil ialah aku, yang sekarang bisa menulis ini, merajut kisah 24 tahun and still counting dengan segala kenangannya

~Faa