#YOU DID HIM SOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD

[theother-victoria]

actual footage of me after reading this

bound beyond time (i’m forever yours) ft. mr. reca ☼ honkai: star rail

selected fandom : 崩坏：星穹铁道

xoxo, ieva ✶ @theother-victoria hiii, vic! i got you for secret santa; i hope i did him justice for you 💗

syn. in the center of every stage was you, yours was a face he couldn’t and never wanted to forget. the contrary applied to you in every life you’ve lived, all except this one. to his surprise—this time, his was the face you remembered from the times he extended his hand out to you after every performance.

In the center of every stage, there was you. From the cadence of your voice delivering every line to the precise movements of your hands emphasizing every emotion, you embodied perfection in his eyes. To him, you weren’t just a performer—you were the performance. The curtains couldn’t conceal your brilliance; instead, they framed it, accentuating the glow of your stardom with every rise and fall. It was every actor’s peak, one that he believed you were destined for.

Mr. Reca was an eccentric man, his reputation preceding him as one of the most celebrated filmmakers in the cosmos. His days were consumed by plotting intricate narratives, brainstorming ideas that pushed the boundaries of imagination, and nitpicking the finest details, all in pursuit of the masterpiece he dreamed of creating. Among the countless memories he had meticulously archived—keeping the vivid and discarding the uninspired—the moment he first saw you shone brightly in the former category. That meeting, etched into his mind, marked the beginning of something extraordinary. You weren’t just another actor; you had become the axis around which his creative world turned.

It amazed you how someone could devote themselves so entirely to their craft. Your perception of Mr. Reca had shifted over time, from initial awe to something more layered. If you could choose one word to describe him now, it would be finicky.

On set, Mr. Reca’s presence was undeniable. When he stepped into the center, a magnetic energy followed—commands spilled effortlessly from his lips, drawing immediate action from the actors and crew around him. His brilliance was as much a curse as it was a blessing. Inspiration often clouded his judgment, and you could see it in the furrow of his brow or the glint in his eyes, revealing whether he was boisterously elated or utterly dissatisfied with the unfolding scene. A lack of passion is discardable, while a hunger for new heights always reached the surface— it was the pinnacle for success.

As devoted as you were to your own craft, you knew you could never match his obsession. It wasn’t just passion for him—it was compulsion, a relentless pursuit of perfection that left no detail untouched. To stand in his world, under his scrutiny, was as overwhelming as it was inspiring.

Mr. Reca’s gaze lingered on you, sharp and unrelenting, as though he were dissecting every fragment of your soul. His eyes, dark and gleaming like polished obsidian, held a peculiar mix of scrutiny and reverence. It wasn’t a passing glance—it was the kind of look that peeled back layers, that saw beyond the surface, straight into the essence of who you were. It was the kind of gaze you’ve never grown accustomed to, yet were eagerly anticipating. Being valuable, being of use, it added a sense of belonging—as if you were born to be a performer.

(Deep down, you wanted that to be true too.)

Finally, he spoke, his voice low but resounding, filling the room with the weight of his words. ��Do you know what you’ve done here?” He stepped closer, the intensity in his eyes burning brighter. “This... this isn’t mere performance. This is art, raw and untamed. Brilliant, utterly brilliant!”

The silence stretched as if the galaxy itself held its breath. Then, his voice dropped to an almost reverent whisper. “You don’t just act—you become. It’s a skill not many possess, your ability is what I’ve been searching the cosmos for! And yet... even perfection is not enough. I need more from you. Do you understand?”

“But director—”

He raised his hand, signaling for you to wait for him to finish.

He paused, his gaze softening just a fraction. “But mark my words—you are unlike any I’ve ever seen. You are the center of this world I’m building. It is your time to shine!”

You barely managed a nod, his words heavy with both expectation and strange admiration. Mr. Reca’s intensity was like a force of nature, sweeping everyone in his orbit along with it. He stepped back, his hands already sketching shapes in the air, as though he could see the entire film projected before him.

“More,” he muttered, half to himself. “More than this. This is a star’s performance, yes—but it must be a supernova. I need to see every raw nerve, every flicker of despair, every shred of hope clawing to survive. Anything less is mediocrity.”

His gaze snapped back to you. “And you are not mediocre.”

The words struck you, not for their praise but for their precision. They felt less like a compliment and more like a decree, as though failure wasn’t just unacceptable—it was unthinkable. It came off as a form of pressure, weights beginning to tower on your back as you took a deep breath.

“You ask for so much,” you replied quietly, your voice steady but tinged with frustration. “But what if I can’t give you more? What if I’m already giving you everything I have?”

He paused, visibly caught off-guard by your honesty. His hand, mid-gesture, stilled in the air. Then he laughed, a sound both unexpected and startling, sharp as glass but somehow rich with amusement.

“My star,” he said, his voice dripping with theatrical flair, “you misunderstand. It’s not that you lack—it’s that you don’t yet know how much you possess. My job is to pull it out of you, to strip away every inhibition, every doubt, until only brilliance remains.”

(I will break down the wall that is blocking your potential.)

His steps carried him closer, his figure looming as he peered at you with a ferocity that gave you goosebumps. “It’s not perfection I demand from you,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower, almost conspiratorial. “It’s truth. And truth is messy, painful, glorious. Do you understand now?”

You held his gaze, unwilling to let him intimidate you, and yet there was a flicker of something unfamiliar in your chest. Admiration, yes—but also a strange yearning, a desire to rise to his impossible standards. Not just to meet them but to exceed them, to see that glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes again. It was almost tugging at your heart, desire overcoming your senses. Even if the slightest hint of doubt remained, you’d lift your chin to stare him in the eyes—for it was the only way you’d ever be content with yourself.

“I understand,” you said, your voice firmer now.

“Good.” He straightened, his expression shifting back to his usual manic determination. “Because the next scene must be unforgettable. The audience must feel the weight of your love, your grief, your longing. As if you’ve lived it yourself.”

Your breath hitched. He wasn’t asking for a performance anymore; he was asking for something deeply personal, something real.

Incorporate your feelings into your voice; let it be apparent what you’re trying to convey.

Don’t let the audience “guess”, let them “know”.

It was the mantra you played in your head, several minutes before the soles of your shoes collided with the wood on the stage. The straightening of your shoulders, balanced posture, and a prayer that you wouldn’t forget any of your lines. You controlled the pitch of your voice, and the rhythm of the story you were demonstrating to the crowd. It almost seemed as if you weren’t doing a good enough job at that from his critique.

“And how would you suggest I do that?” you asked, folding your arms in apparent offense. “Pluck longing and grief out of thin air? Or perhaps you think I should have lived a dozen lifetimes to understand such emotions.”

His lips curved into a smirk, sharp and knowing. “Perhaps you have.”

The comment caught you off-guard, and for a moment, you weren’t sure if he was teasing or if there was some deeper meaning hidden beneath his words. He turned abruptly, his coat swirling around him as he strode toward the edge of the stage with haste.

“Come,” he called over his shoulder, extending a hand towards you. “We’ll rehearse until the stars themselves grow envious. I won’t rest until this is the greatest scene ever captured on film.”

You followed reluctantly, the weight of his expectations pressing down on you. But even as he barked commands and paced relentlessly, there was something in the way he watched you, his gaze softer than before, tinged with an emotion you couldn’t quite name. It caused you to allow him to take your hand, sharing the warmth and determination in his slender yet calloused fingers.

The rehearsal dragged into the late hours, the rest of the cast dismissed long ago, leaving only you and Mr. Reca under the harsh glow of the stage lights. He had become quieter as the hours passed, his energy focused entirely on you.

-

Practicing with Reca felt like an endless marathon.

“Again,” he said, leaning forward in his chair, the intensity in his eyes undiminished.

You delivered the line for what seemed like the millionth time, your voice cracking with exhaustion.

“Better,” he murmured. Then, after a pause, softer still, “You’re getting there.”

It was the closest thing to praise he’d given all night, and for reasons you couldn’t explain, it made your chest tighten.

“Do you ever stop?” you asked, half-joking but half-serious.

He looked at you sharply, as though the question had offended him, but then his expression shifted. “Stopping is for those who are satisfied,” he said, his voice unusually subdued. “And satisfaction... is for the ordinary.”

You tilted your head, studying him. “And what about happiness? Do you think that’s ordinary too?”

The question seemed to catch him by surprise. He leaned back in his chair, the shadow of a smile playing on his lips. “Happiness,” he echoed. “Perhaps. But happiness is fleeting. Creation—true creation—is eternal! Once this is ingrained into your soul, you will find what you truly desire.”

You stepped closer, emboldened by the rare moment of vulnerability. “And yet, for all your talk of eternity, you seem afraid of anything that lasts.”

His gaze snapped to yours, startled, and for a moment, the air between you felt charged with something unspoken. Then, slowly, he smiled—a small, sardonic thing. It annoyed you greatly, but your thoughts remained unspoken. After all, the director’s words were law in the field they were trapped in.

“You have a way of cutting to the case,” he said. “I’ll give you that.”

“You make it easy,” you replied, your voice tinged with amusement.

The silence that followed was different this time, less tense and more... intimate. His gaze softened, lingering on you as if trying to unravel a mystery he hadn’t yet solved. You could sense his delight through his eyes, that shined with a lovely brilliance as though the world had revealed its most precious secret.

“You are extraordinary,” he said finally, his tone low and almost reverent. “Even if you don’t realize it yet.”

For the first time, his words didn’t feel like a critique or an expectation. They felt like something else entirely.

-

Seeing you in another lifetime was something he’d never imagined was possible. Your position on set, the props, the lines you were rehearsing, he could view them in his mind as horizontal frames. The world seemed to momentarily glitch, as if the fabric of time itself had slipped, and he was stepping through a scene he was familiarized with. Is this what Deja Vu feels like?

He’s felt as though he’s done this before, standing in front of you like this—asking a question he never thought he’d ask. It was pure, unbridled curiosity—a rush of water that needed a blockage, your answer.

“Why have you decided to become an actor?”

“It wasn’t a choice, really,” you admitted. “It was... instinctual. Like breathing. I suppose it’s where I feel most alive, where I feel like myself. The stage.. feels like my home.”

He nodded slowly, as if turning your words over in his mind. “That’s how I feel about directing,” he said. His gaze drifted upward, past you, as though seeing something far beyond the theater walls. “Just as you were born to be a star, I was born to put your abilities to use—to create a revolutionary film with you as my main character!”

He is meant to control the narrative, yet often—he’d find himself oppressing your influence of turning this into something uniquely yours.

“I feel as though this is something I've told you before,” he spoke, his eyes snapping back to you, locking onto yours with a sudden intensity. “Do you remember anything?”

You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening. There was something about his words that struck a chord deep within you. A faint memory stirred—hazy and fleeting, like a dream you couldn’t quite grasp. You drew a blank, leading to your next words that carried a hint of uncertainty.

“No,” you admitted, “I’m pretty sure this is the first time you’ve said this, Director.”

“Then the lack of rehearsals is causing me to misremember, the universe is beckoning for us to get back on stage!”

“I won’t let this masterpiece stagnate while I still have time! Tomorrow, we rehearse Act Three until it sings—or until we all drop from exhaustion!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he stormed off, already muttering notes to himself about lighting angles and blocking. Despite his eccentricities—or perhaps because of them—he had a way of drawing you in, of making you believe you were part of something monumental.

-

Under the dim glow of the stage lights, the set was transformed into a cavernous, otherworldly temple. The scene was surreal, layered with blues and silvers that shimmered like moonlight on water. Columns twisted upward into the darkness, vanishing into a false infinity. You and Mr. Reca stood at opposite ends of the stage, the energy between you crackling with tension.

“Ready?” he asked, his voice unusually soft, almost hesitant. Something was wrong. He seemed almost fidgety and it was beginning to bother you.

You nodded, unsure why this scene felt heavier than the others. The script was straightforward—a confrontation between a prophet and a wanderer, an exploration of fate and choice. Yet something about it felt... wrong, or perhaps too right, as though it didn’t belong to the film at all but was borrowed from somewhere else.

He stepped forward, his character—the prophet—looming with an unsettling grace. His robe billowed with each step, as if a phantom wind followed him. You remained still, the wanderer, your figure clad in tattered attire, a stark contrast to his grandeur. A contrast in energies paired with it.

When he spoke, it wasn’t Reca’s voice you heard, but something older, deeper, resonating in your very bones. “You’ve come far, traveler. But tell me, what is it you seek?”

You hesitated, your lines faltering on your lips. The stage around you blurred, its edges distorting like ripples in water. The script’s dialogue faded from your memory, and instead, words spilled from you unbidden, as though summoned from a place beyond thought. You could feel your words wavering, a habit Mr. Reca had forbid you several times, but you never remembered his exact words.

“I seek... clarity,” you said, your voice trembling. “A truth that eludes me. Something I feel I’ve lost.”

Reca tilted his head, his dark eyes glittering like twin stars. “Truth,” he echoed, a faint smile curling at the edges of his lips. “You ask for the impossible, for truth is fleeting. It is a reflection in shattered glass. And yet, you persist. Why?”

Your hands clenched at your sides, and without thinking, you took a step forward, emboldened by the unfolding scenario. “Because it’s all I have left! A memory I can’t place, a face I can’t name... but I know it’s there. Somewhere. I feel it.”

He froze, his gaze sharpening, and for a heartbeat, it wasn’t the prophet staring at you—it was Mr. Reca. His lips parted slightly, as though he recognized something in your words. But just as quickly, he slipped back into character, his voice cold and unyielding.

The way it should be.

(The way he needed it to be.)

“Memories are not absolutes,” he intoned. “They are fabrications of the mind, stitched together from fragments of dreams and shadows. What you seek is folly.”

“No,” you shot back, your voice rising with raw emotion. “What I seek is mine! And I will tear through the heavens if I must to reclaim it!”

For a moment, he looked at you as if seeing you for the first time. His hands, usually so precise in their gestures, wavered. He remembers you.

Then, breaking the tension, he closed the distance between you with sudden ferocity. He reached out and grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but not painful. His eyes bore into yours, his next words quiet but resonant.

“Do you remember me?”

(Do you remember this scene?)

The question wasn’t part of the script.

Your gaze was illusive, attempting to recall a line— even trying to conjure one from thin air. The temple around you seemed to ripple and fade, the illusion breaking apart. The stage, the lights, even the props—all felt like a thin veneer over something vast and incomprehensible. Like mesh fabric, it wasn’t difficult to see through—only if you paid close enough attention.

By now, he would’ve uttered your line to you if you’d forgotten—but that wasn’t the case. This was real.

“I...” Your voice cracked. “I don’t know.”

His grip tightened slightly, his gaze desperate now. “Think. Feel. There’s more to this than you understand. I’ve seen this before, lived it before—you’ve lived it before.”

The words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving you breathless. A flicker of something surged through you—an image, a feeling, a name that hovered just out of reach. What was he talking about?

(Do I remember you?)

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you whispered, your voice trembling. It was like staring at a wolf who bared his fangs, where an incorrect answer could cost you your life.

He released you, stepping back, his expression unreadable. The prophet’s mask shattered completely, leaving only Mr. Reca—his vulnerability laid bare in a way you’d never seen before. “Then we’ve already lost time,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But perhaps this time, we’ll get it right.”

The moment lingered, heavy and tense. Then he shook his head, clapping his hands sharply. “Again!” he declared, his tone snapping back to its usual commanding presence. “From the top! And this time, don’t hold back.”

A scene fueled by pure, utter desperation.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that the scene was more than a rehearsal. It was a fragment of something deeper—a connection that transcended lifetimes.

-

You didn’t remember him.

It was a devastating blow, one he couldn’t overlook no matter how much he tried. After so many lives together, only his memories remained intact—a cruel imbalance, as if the universe itself delighted in reminding him how fleeting your connection could be. It was like trying to hold water with your bare hands, watching it slip away no matter how tightly you clenched your fists. The offense he felt struck him like lightning, he could already imagine the dark clouds above his head—pouring heavy rains down his coat.

And yet, he clung to you, or rather, to the idea of you. To the fragments of the person you’d been in the countless lives you’d shared. Perhaps it was his curse, to be the only one who remembered, to carry the weight of your shared past while you looked at him with eyes that held no recognition. A cruel twist of fate, where you were always the star and the forgotten shadow trailing behind you.

This life, however, felt like the harshest punishment of them all.

He stood frozen on the street, staring up at the towering billboard where your face was plastered in bold, cinematic glory. You were radiant, even in stillness. The advertisement was for a new film—a blockbuster directed by someone else. Someone who wasn’t him.

The sight twisted the knife further. Out of every life you’d lived together, this one just so happened to be his least favorite. You didn’t know him. You didn’t work with him. And, worst of all, you didn’t belong to his world anymore.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he adjusted his grip on the bouquet of flowers in his hand. The bright, delicate petals felt absurd in contrast to the weight in his chest. What use were flowers when you wouldn’t pay any mind to him?

To you, in this life, he was nothing more than a stranger—a nameless admirer who might approach you after a performance with stammered praise for your acting. Not that such an assumption was false, but it was painfully incomplete. Admiration was a drop in the ocean compared to the depth of what he felt.

He wanted to be more than that.

He had been more than that.

He ran a hand through his already-disheveled hair, his fingers trembling as they brushed against his forehead. How many times had he vowed to stop chasing after you in lives like this? To let you go and trust that, somehow, fate would realign your paths? And how many times had he broken that vow the moment he saw your face again, his resolve crumbling to dust under the weight of his longing?

He couldn’t turn back now.

Not when his leather shoes had already trampled the floors of the grand theater, carrying him to the ticket booth just to be the first in line. Not when he had spent hours rehearsing how he might introduce himself to you. God, he was an utter mess—a man reduced to shambles by the memory of a love you couldn’t even recall.

The theater doors loomed before him, an entrance to a world where you shone brightest. He hesitated, clutching the bouquet tighter, the edges of the paper crinkling under his grip. What would he even say? What could he say? Should he even approach you?

For a fleeting moment, he wondered if he should leave. But his feet betrayed him, dragging him inside as though the gravity of your presence was impossible to resist even in this life.

He didn’t know what he was hoping for. A spark of recognition? A fragment of the soul-deep connection you used to share? Or perhaps just a moment, however brief, where he could bask in the warmth of your light again.

As he stepped into the theater lobby, the familiar hum of anticipation filled the air. Posters of you adorned the walls, each one a reminder of how far you’d come in this life—how far from him you now stood.

The flowers in his hand suddenly felt heavier. What use were they when he was chasing a ghost of who you’d been? When the version of you he loved existed only in his memory?

And yet, he stayed.

Because no matter how many lifetimes passed, no matter how often the story ended the same way, he couldn’t stop himself from hoping that this time, it might be different. That maybe, just maybe, you’d see him.

Not as a stranger, not as a fan.

But as someone you’d once loved too.

As he embraced the role of the spectator this once, he sat in one of the seats in the front row. Each seat is typically upholstered in rich and comfortable fabric, in a deep hue of crimson. The padding is firm yet inviting, crafted to cradle the audience through long performances.

It was almost as if he were dreaming.

He’s familiar with this scene, but his role was different in this life. He’s used to the praises from the audience for his directory work, glimmering eyes with the most reverent expressions—but this work was not his. You weren’t his.

The seats were filled to the brim, and the film was nothing short of astonishing—though he couldn’t give too much credit. There were too many plot holes that contradicted earlier events, some of the injuries looked feigned, the sounds were recycled one too many times for his liking— he could continue until sunrise if that was what it would take. The only thing that saved this film was you. In his professional opinion, of course.

It wasn’t simply films that laid buried in your inventory, but plays as well. It was an opportunity he wouldn’t miss for the world. The stage was yours, and everyone else belonged in the background—that was how it’s meant to be. As your tears kissed the tiles beneath your feet, the emotion in your voice had risen. What a wonderful sight it was.

The 25th of December, a holiday of caroling and the tearing of gift-wrappings. For him, it was only a day of solemnity.

The sight of you speaking to the other director made his heart ache, a sharp and visceral pang that tightened his chest. There you were, laughing softly at something the other man said, your hands gesturing animatedly as if you were sharing a private moment of camaraderie. He hated how natural it seemed, how effortlessly you connected with someone else in a way that used to belong to him. His fingers tightened around the stems of the bouquet he carried, the soft petals brushing against his wrist, as if mocking his hesitation to go through with this.

For a moment, he considered interrupting. He could stride over, extend the bouquet with a flourish, and perhaps even say something witty enough to draw your attention away from the other man. But what would be the point? To you, he was nothing more than a fan, a stranger whose presence was as fleeting as a gust of wind. The thought stung more than he cared to admit.

Ultimately, he decided against it. It wasn’t as if he could cut into your conversation, especially not with the radiant way you were smiling. The last thing he wanted was to tarnish that expression by making things awkward. Instead, he turned toward the hallway leading to your dressing room.

The narrow corridor felt suffocating, the plush carpet muffling his hurried steps as he made his way toward the door with your name displayed elegantly in bold, golden letters. A simple yet personal marker of the star you’d become. The star he assisted you in becoming in so many lives. He cherished those memories greatly.

He hesitated as he reached the door, staring at the handle for a long moment. The bouquet in his hand suddenly felt absurdly extravagant—delicate white lilies interspersed with soft pink roses, wrapped in a sheer ribbon. Would you even appreciate it? Would you know it was from him, or would it join the countless other gifts you received daily from fans and admirers?

Still, he couldn’t leave without doing something. With a sigh, he gently placed the bouquet on the small table outside your dressing room, arranging it just so. He adjusted the ribbon one final time before taking a step back to admire his handiwork. For a fleeting moment, he imagined your reaction upon finding it—your fingers brushing over the petals, your lips curving into a small, puzzled smile as you wondered who had left it.

But even that wasn’t enough to soothe the ache in his chest. He lingered a moment longer, his hand brushing against the edge of the table as though it might tether him there, might convince him to stay. But the sound of distant laughter echoing down the hall reminded him of reality.

With a deep breath, he turned and walked away, his steps brisk but heavy. The bouquet remained behind, a silent confession he couldn’t bring himself to voice.

Little did he know, you caught a glimpse of his face before he turned on his heel.

It was a cycle. He’d leave a beautiful bouquet in your dressing room, striding off with a snarky expression as if he’d just gotten away with a crime, completely undetected. He was aware of your gaze, and the slightest glimmer of hope filled his chest at the thought that maybe, just maybe, you’d seek him out.

The sky was beginning to darken, leaving him no choice but to exit the doors of his second home—letting the snowflakes drift onto his skin.

Footsteps.

And they were yours.

“Excuse me!” you called out, rapidly moving towards him before letting out a few pants—hinting at your rushed response to him leaving.

He froze mid-step, his breath catching in his throat as the sound of your voice cut through the cold evening air. The snowflakes fell in slow, lazy spirals, dusting his coat and hair, but he couldn’t bring himself to move or brush them off. His focus was on you. Come to think of it, when was it not? It almost caused him to chuckle.

His heart, however, betrayed him, hammering wildly in his chest.

You came to a halt a few steps away, clutching the bouquet of flowers he’d left in your dressing room. The sheer ribbon fluttered slightly in the winter breeze, and your cheeks were flushed—not just from the cold, he thought, but from the exertion of chasing after him.

“Are you the one who’s been leaving these?” you asked, holding the bouquet up slightly as if to emphasize your point. Your voice carried a mix of curiosity and something else—was it gratitude?

For a moment, he considered denying it. It would be so easy to shrug, to claim it wasn’t him, and slip away into the snowy night. But as his gaze met yours, he knew he couldn’t lie to you. Not when you’d gone out of your way to find him. Just as he hoped. Maybe this was the chance destiny had brought him to, would you remember him?

“Yes,” he admitted, his voice steady but quiet, the word lingering in the frosty air between you. “It was me.”

You blinked, clearly not expecting the direct confession. “But... why?”

He hesitated, the truth teetering on the edge of his tongue. How could he possibly explain it? That he remembered lives you didn’t, that he’d loved you in ways words could never encompass? Instead, he opted for something simpler, something you might actually understand.

“Do you know what you’ve done here?” He inquired, his voice filled with reverence and glee. “What you’ve conjured is no mere performance. This is art, raw and untamed.”

“These,” he pointed to the flowers that your hands clutched with the smallest amount of strength, enough to keep them from being blown away—yet not enough to dim their beauty. “Are gifts from an admirer of your craft, for you—my star, have cast your glance to even the dimmest areas in the theater!”

“Well,” you said after a beat, a kind smile tugging at the corners of your lips, “thank you. They’re beautiful.”

The silence between you was only filled with the sounds of children’s laughter as they gazed at toy trains through glass windows. This kind of atmosphere suited you, he believed.

“I never got your name,” you added, tilting your head slightly.

He hesitated, knowing that revealing too much could complicate everything. But then again, you’d sought him out—maybe, just maybe, this was a step forward.

“It’s Reca,” he said finally. “Just Reca.”

You gave him an amused look. “No last name?”

“Not one that matters,” he replied with a faint smirk, his usual snark slipping through despite himself.

You laughed softly, the sound like a melody he hadn’t realized he’d been longing to hear. “I think.. I remember you from somewhere, have we met before?”

Genuine surprise filled his features at your question, he almost felt his knees go weak at the realization that you remembered him.

“I believe we have.”

It was the only acceptable answer, every fiber of his being was begging for you to hold onto that recollection.

“I’m surprised I forgot in the first place.”

“Why, am I truly that forgettable? Let me make an impression so great to make sure that isn’t the case, hm?” He suggested, extending his hand—a gesture that you could reciprocate without hesitation.

“Coffee?”

“It’s eleven pm.”

“Please?”

(I’m glad you remembered, don’t ever forget me again.)

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Warnings: nothinggg

Word count: 862

MASTERLIST

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“Let me see it again!” Sarah’s voice rings out with excitement as she reaches for your hand, practically bouncing in place. You laugh softly, extending your fingers toward her, the diamond catching the light in a dazzling display. Her eyes widen dramatically as she gasps, clutching your hand closer.

“Holy fuck, did it grow overnight? I swear it wasn’t this big the last time I saw it!” She twists your hand slightly, examining every angle of the ring as though it’s a rare treasure. “It’s still the same size, Sarah,” you say with a laugh, shaking your head at her theatrics.

Rafe, standing just behind you, smirks at her reaction before slipping his arm around your waist, pulling you snugly against his side. “She just can’t believe her brother has good taste for once,” he teases, earning an eye roll from Sarah. “You’re not wrong,” Sarah quips, still transfixed by the enormous diamond sparkling on your finger.

“But seriously, this thing is insane. Did you blind someone to pay for it, or…?” Rafe chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple. “I just know what she deserves,” he says smoothly, his voice low and affectionate. You tilt your head back to look at him, a warmth blooming in your chest as his smirk softens into something more genuine.

Sarah, ever the romantic, places a hand over her heart. “God, you two make me sick. But that ring? That makes me jealous.”

~

A gasp escapes Sarah as she sits across from you and Rafe at the patio table, her expression somewhere between shock and amusement. “What now?” you ask, pausing mid-motion on Rafe’s lap as you toy with the collar of his polo shirt.

“You need to do this TikTok with Rafe,” she announces, eyes lighting up mischievously. “I’ll send it to you—it’s perfect.” A laugh bubbles out of you as you unlock your phone, curiosity piqued. “Another TikTok?” Rafe groans dramatically, throwing his head back with exaggerated exasperation.

“Oh, don’t even start, babe,” you tease, shooting him a knowing look. “Don’t act like you don’t love it. You’re always asking me how many views we’ve gotten, and let’s not forget—you’ve gone viral countless times.” A smirk tugs at the corner of Rafe’s mouth despite his attempt to keep up his act of disinterest.

“I don’t ask—I just overhear you bragging about it.” “Sure, sure,” you say with a grin, nudging his shoulder. “Don’t let that ego of yours fool anyone. You love the attention.” Sarah snickers, scrolling on her phone. “She’s not wrong. You’re basically the face of TikTok Kook couples now.”

Rafe groans again, this time quieter, as he leans back in his chair, muttering, “What did I sign up for?” But the way his hand says squeezes your thigh and his arm pulls you closer to him says it all—he doesn’t actually mind. You watch the TikTok, the beat of Low Life already stuck in your head as the trend plays out.

A grin spreads across your face as you glance between Sarah and Rafe. “This is perfect,” you say, excitement bubbling in your voice as you immediately click on the audio to start recording. Rafe, lounging back in his seat, gives you a skeptical look. “Alright, what am I doing this time?”

“You’re doing what this guy is doing,” you explain, holding your phone up to show him the video. “When it says ‘sniper,’ you show your ring, and when it says ‘wifey,’ I show mine. Easy.” Rafe leans back, smirking as he looks at the video. “Oh, that’s what this is about? You just want another excuse to show off the ring I gave you.”

“Damn right I do,” you reply with a grin, repositioning your phone to get the angle just right. “Now stop stalling. We’re doing this.” You hit record, aiming the phone at Rafe as the music starts. He rolls his eyes playfully but immediately begins to lip-sync, leaning into his role. He raises his hand, casually flashing the sleek band on his finger, his lips curling into a smirk as he lip-syncs, “Sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper, sniper.”

His eyes gleaming with confidence. You then move your phone to you, seated confidently on his lap, your diamond ring sparkling in the sunlight as you raise your hand and mouth, “Wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey, wifey.” Your gaze is playful yet proud, Rafe watching you intensely on your phone.

The video ends as the beat fades, and you immediately hit stop, glancing up at Rafe with a satisfied grin. He shakes his head, laughing under his breath. “You’re too good at convincing me to do these things.” Sarah claps her hands together, already reaching for your phone. “You two are ridiculous,” she says, grinning. “But also ridiculously good at this. TikTok is going to eat this up.”

You laugh, leaning into Rafe as you start trimming the video to perfection. “They’d better,” you reply, your voice teasing. “We’re setting the standard for Kook couples, officially the blueprint now.” Rafe hums, his arm sliding around your waist. “Anything for you, wifey,” he murmurs, low enough for only you to hear, making your cheeks flush despite yourself.

[adoregojo]

↬ two paths 一 ⦁ nagi.s, reo.m

▶︎ sooooooooooooo... this is some rotting dabble i abandoned, and since Im kind of desperate for any glimpse of motivation, i finished it. and surprise, surprise! its a reo and nagi fic lmaolmao.

▶︎ summary: reo have had a crush on you for a good long two years, and when it's the time to word his love to you, but a obstruct of your part says otherwise. ▶︎ context: nagi is your childhood friend, jealousy, idk if this counts as a love triangle? it's more like your a brick head, some angst (ofc) kind of a plottwist !!gn reader!!

"i like you, I've liked you ever since you stepped into my world, i like everything about you, your smile, your eyes, your gentle hands, your laugh, and most of all your soul that kept me hostage. and i-"

the hang up sound cut him off.

silence fell upon the other side of the phone, only the stillness of the disconnected tone nudging him back to reality. his hold on the phone was a robust one, so stout to the point of a crack to echo. the compound of bitterness, remorse, frustration, all were hefty on the little pinning heart of his.

and with that, you rejected reo, without even saying a word.

and the next days were nothing but a grievous duration, to him the most. as much as reo didn't want to see you for a while, there was no escaping you when you were in the same school, classroom, 一hell, even club. you were in every corner and every ditch, and he'll be a dead lier if he said that your appearance alone wouldn't tiptoe on his heartstrings. reo can stay still ever so firmly and yet you'd still be able to prod him out of his ground as convenient.

reo wanted to be mad at you, to hate you even, but he couldn't, he sincerely couldn't. even when the strain was tense, unbearable, but somehow it also felt pitifully suffocated, graciously. it was you after all, where he felt like a fragile creature under your spell, gosh一 you had reo warped around your finger with cement.

nevertheless, what drove him to the edge was how you operated it. while reo handled it by immersing himself in two blankets and eat ice cream to pacified him to crying himself to sleep. however, you on the other hand was having the time of your life. greeting him good morning to saying goodbyes, even asking him how his day went, did his confession meant that little to you?

reo wondered if you bat an eye, you just denied him after all, but some acknowledgment would've been great. or at least have a talk about it. but instead you acted like it never even happened. the idea of you skipping over his feelings made him sick to his core, it sounded so ill-suited, you above all if not the most considerate, thoughtful person he'd ever met. that's how reo fell for you in the first place.

he wasn't gonna apologies for being selfish, he wanted you to himself. reo kept all his feelings for you bottled up for a good old two years, and he just cannot bare with the fear of someone else stealing you anymore 一something that kept him on trails of restless nights一

maybe that's what herd him away from you, the decedent between the two grew by each day. yet reo loved you too much to live with the consequences of his actions, he can't even look at you without screaming 'why don't you care as much as i do', your sudden unfamiliarity stings him slowly and most of all painfully.

for you to blow him away like a dust that burdens your clothes felt it was caused by a clone, or did he just never knew you like he thought he did?

it ached to see you asking him if he's okay, if you did something wrong to drive him away. and goddamn it hurts seeing you like this, he would rather bang his head to the wall repeatedly than see that anguished expression ever again, and worst of all, reo was the reason for it.

you were heavy on his mind 一as if you weren't already一 the recollection of you standing with your sweaty palms rubbing against each other, a bad habit you do when you get uneasy, he really fucked up to the point where you have became a nervous wreck in his presence. your utter was light, questioning if he even wanted to be your 'friend' anymore.

you weren't the one to blame, reo was the one who stopped talking to you, stopped sitting with you for lunch, he even withdrew the club you two shared 一he didn't even have a liking for it, just joined because you were there一 all that and you still tugged on the last tie of faith reo would walk back into your life with open arms.

but reo didn't want to be your 'friend', not anymore. he wanted to be the one to protect you, to understand you, he wanted to be your man, your other half more anything, for him to be your everything just like you are his. you can't just make heaven a living place on earth then walk away when he was on knees for you.

he left you at halt, saying that he needed some time. you never knew time for what because he walked away before letting you word anything out. so now, his hands buried deep in his pockets, he felt heavy, mind and heart on a race track. he felt awful, the image of you standing in confusion, lost on what to do will hunt him to his grave. he tried running his fingers throughout his violet lockes, he was petty, selfish, and reo knew he could've worded it better instead of this.

from the corner of his eye, he could spot a bunch of flowers fluttering under the rush of air, hit by the sunlight to outshine any other plants besides. he could've think of how beautiful they looked, but no, the first thing that popped out his mind was the image of how bliss you'll be seeing them flourish just the way you liked it.

reo contemplating his actions, the pure, straightforward out of his heart gates confession and how far it had driven him. how beyond it had tossed what you two had. something blended with bittersweetness squeezed within his chest, envisioning of your smile made it a challenge to breathe.

so he keeps on strolling, trying to straighten himself until a familiar tall white headed form comes to his view. ranking ahead of a vending machine, nagi was too busy searching for what it appears to be a coin to even notice reo.

nagi was your friend, the one who watched the two of you downfall in silence. he didn't say a thing about it, didn't get involved and much rather concentrate on his phone-games. but there was something else, nagi have been your friend for what reo have been told since childhood. it was something anyone can figure out in the first glance, nagi doesn't leave your side for what it seems like eternally, he remained as your sidekick for decades. he witnessed all your phases, your growth. and he wasn't planning on departure his spot. it was a rare sight to see nagi not glued to your side, did the sky spare him? did his desperation reaches the empyrean?

"hey," reo announced his presence, nagi's bored eyes soaring over him. so the purple head flipped a coin to his direction, nagi tamed it halfway, staring at the single coin then back at his friend. "need another one." he uttered flatly as ever, so reo push out a sigh as he tossed him another one. the snowy head mummers a low thanks.

"listen, i need to tell you something." reo enunciates after a moment of hesitation, caressing the back of his neck as his lilac hues kept on swirling around. his friend just humming in acknowledgment, supporting his chin with his hand while still examining over the endless optionals of drinks.

"it's about yn."

nagi rattled momentarily, your name was like a cold water on his senses.

well, that was easy. reo thought. "i did something a few weeks ago, and i think i fucked up everything." he says, undertone. as if he was admitting an unforgivable crime.

"what did you do?" there was something off about nagi's tone, his grip on the coins was merciless. but his face still seemed boarded, nonchalantly but oddly firmed for some reason.

"i kind of admitted my feelings to them..."

nagi's daze expression shattered in an instant, not anything crazy, but his eyes grew obscure, casing over reo like a giant blacked cloud.

for nagi to carry that kind of aura was eccentric, that face would only arise every time an unnamed got a little too close to you. at that time, reo convinced himself that he was imagining that, because nagi out of all people stood his ground when it comes to dating, he'd always say the same thing 'dating sounds like a hassle'. and sometimes something wild like 'don't need someone else around, I already have yn.' reo wasn't a backstabber, he only confessed to you because he lived under the roof that his friend wasn't even able to handle anything intrigued with romance.

"i just, been liking them for ages. and i found the strength to finally say it to them, they-"

"hung up on you." the snowy head finished his line, which made reo eyes widen a bit.

he shifted awkwardly, "haha, did they tell you? how embarrassing.." he tried laughing it off, trying to avoid nagi's gaze for his sake.

"they didn't." nagi spoke quickly, voice strained than usual.

"oh? so how did you?.."

"because i did it. i was the one who hanged up."

there was a moment of lull, where not even the waves of wind could sooth over the tension. reo stood still, waiting for nagi to stick out his tongue playfully and shout 'gotcha!', praying for whoever might've fell upon to this to be a sick prank.

"you what?" he doesn't even realize he spoke before the words had already slipped.

nagi sigh tiredly, his fingers still at halt to press the numbers of his wanted drink, he didn't like focusing on two thing at the same time. "i thought you'd figure it out already. man, do i have to explain myself now? what a hassle." he let out softly.

"nagi, you-"

reo doesn't get get the chance to speak, to think, before nagi cut him off swiftly handling the conversation, like he knew this was coming. "listen, reo. i like being your friend, but i can't let you have yn." his words kept hurtling reo, it all poured down at his like a sucker punch.

"i don't understand."

"it's not that hard, i liked them first, i found them first. so they're basically mine."

oh, oh.

it all made sense now. reo felt like an idiot, why is he seeing this now? this is why you were clueless, because you didn't answer it in the first place. why, why was he so rushed to say it and not letting what he thought was you speak first.

every time when nagi would drink from the same bottle of yours, when he would twirl around a piece of your hair randomly, when his head would rest on your shoulder in every ride home, when he would shut down every time reo rambled about you, he just got it. why was he just connecting the puzzle? was his feelings for you so blinding that he couldn't see this?

reo wanted to say something, in fact things. but the lump in his throat clogs his attempts to protests. leaving his mouth agape.

and it was like nagi couldn't get a hold of concern about this, in fact he found waiting for his drinks to make it way down more interesting. yet he sensed a blazing breeze from his friend's direction, it was hard not to when they were on the same burden as an elephant. so the snowy head swiftly retorted, "plus, you already are the standard, right? I'm pretty sure you can find someone else, it'll be better if you found one quicker."

after that, nagi bent over to grab what was supposed to be his lemon tea alongside your favourite one. boredom eyes doubled-dyed at the cans, mostly at yours before blowing out a vague breath一did he just scoff?

"why you.."

"sorry, don't like sharing."

and with that, nagi walked away. head empty with the only maintenance thing was a picture of you as he handed you your favourite flavour with the money that wasn't even his. leaving reo dumbfounding at his back, he didn't get a say on this, like this wasn't even meant for him.

this wasn't a stage he can purchase to himself, not even to earn a role. he felt like a third-wheel in you and nagi's love tale.

it loathes him, brings him to edge even. but most of all, reo now wanted you more than anything.

[rinneverse]

CONGRATION ON THE MILESTONE !!!!!

c . could i ask for . c, k, u with . with (dry heaving) (puking) (tears streaming down my face) (panting n sobbing n sniffling) m . m-michael . 🔫🤡🤢🤮 k kaiser

maaac.... ¬‿¬ requesting kaiser i see. i know what you are.

a part of my ongoing 300 milestone event!

[ ❥ ] MICHAEL KAISER + C, K, & U!

[N]SFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI! cw kaiser himself is a warning methinks, orgasm denial/ruined orgasm, mirror sex, pet names used (darling, doll), fem!reader

— c ; cum!

i think. i think that kaiser is really into seeing you covered in his cum. something about it drives him nuts. he likes to cum all over ur face n' tits in particular—it brings a smile to his face. probably keeps a locked album of photos of you specifically covered in his semen because he's gross like that.

— k ; kink(s)!

two words: Orgasm. Denial. we've talked about this before, that specific manga panel of him. he's soooo into that. he'll ruin your orgasm over and over and over again until you do what he wants or just until he's satisfied. kaiser is a sadist to his core, and he wants to reduce you to a sobbing mess underneath him.

— u ; unfair!

he's soooo. sooooooooooooo. so grossly unfair. he wants to ruin you, make sure you can't think about anything but his cock when you're horny. especially in a hatefuck/fwb scenario: he'll make sure to reduce you to a sobbing mess, demand you to beg for his cock like your life depends on it if you want to cum at any point that night. he's not above leaving you high and dry if you refuse—he's done it before, and he'll do it again.

"look how good you're takin' me, doll. you watchin'? i won't let you cum unless you've got your eyes on me."

kaiser holds you open, guiding you up and down on his cock—you can see the filthy way he pistons in and out of you in front of the mirror he's got the two of you facing. his strong thighs force your legs to stay open and if you close your eyes for a moment too long, he stops. completely.

"darling, look at how pretty you look on my cock. you feel like you were made just for me." kaiser murmurs in your ear. it's unfair how unaffected he looks—you can only tell he's feeling it by the way his hands squeeze your waist, the way his voice grows shakier and shakier as he whispers dirty praise and degradation alike into your ears.

you whimper, your hands clutching for purchase above his strong ones, legs shaking as you finally feel close, nearing the edge of the cliff, your eyes screwing shut in pleasure—

"uh-uh, i told you to keep your eyes on me."

you choke out a sob as he pulls nearly all the way out just as you're about to fall, relishing in the way you cry and convulse around nothing. you were there, so close, so so so close for the millionth time tonight, and he was laughing.

"i'm giving you one last chance. now—beg for it. beg for my cock like the good girl you are, yeah?'

first time i've ever written kaiser i think i hope i did him justice for u macaroni🙏🙏🙏

[weewookinard]

The saddest part of me (chapter 13)

Sooooooooooooo

Yes.

This fic has: ex to lovers, BuckTommy, angst with a happy ending, a depiction of ADHD and rejection sensitive dysphoria, platonic Buddie being bestfriend because Eddie FINALLY went to therapy, Hen being worried for her friends, Madney original child character, someone punches someone, everybody is happy for now, even the author

You can find my work on AO3

Excerpt:

“Chim, listen, I know I fucked up. I shouldn’t have left my emotions get the best of me. I am truly sorry that I acted like a fool during your party.” He then bit his lower lip, exchanged a look with his best friend before he continued. “I’m not sorry I punched him though. Plus, Tommy forgave me.” The confession made Bobby react and he turned to his team, a proof that he had been listening to them from the beginning. “He did?” “Bobby, how come a man your age be the biggest gossip ever?” Hen said, visibly amused. “I’m not!” “You are Cap.” Replied Eddie, smiling too, before he turned his attention to Buck, a smug look in his eyes. “But I am too. Tommy really forgave you?” Buck smiled a shy smile, and his head fall into his shoulders. “I guess so, we only exchanged a few texts b-but, you know…” He left his sentence hanging, and the whole crew started cheering. It felt good, really good. It gave him hope.

I'll be a little bit bold tonight and i'll tag all the people that seemed to have an interest for the fic, feel free to dm if you are mad at me ❤️

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[thesweetnessofspring]

What blows my mind on rereading the books is how attracted to Peeta Katniss is. I hadn’t read them for years so I did think of them as a typical wholesome relationship with a nice guy that never dives into the attraction parts. But now I see the constant flirting that happens, the hunger and need to be close, the description of his body and face, the whole beach scene. And Peeta is super respectful for all of the books but Suzanne didn’t make it seem like a lot of nice guys are written where they wouldn’t dare show any attraction. Peeta in the cave is sneaking in kisses and post games he mentions them being alone together. They’re RIDICULOUSLY into each other . And I appreciate that they found the balance of a nice couple being horny for each other, it always feels like most media at the time portrayed sexual need as something that can only happen with bad boys.

They are into each other at EVERY SINGLE LEVEL it is ridiculous. As a fandom grandma, I remember when people were fancasting Peeta back in the day and one of the more popular choices (though he was 🤢 for many reasons) was Alex Pettyfer. I think a lot of people pictured Peeta super hot (as opposed to what he really is, which is boy-next-door-cute) in part because Katniss's details and descriptions of him are soooo layered with her attraction. Like yes, Katniss, please go on more about his big strong arms and the sunlight in his hair and his blue eyes. 😂 We don't get Peeta's POV but it's obvious he's smitten by her physically as well, saying the flames suit her and that to him she's "perfect."

And Peeta!! That boy could be such a heartbreaker if he wanted to! He flirts with Katniss so effortlessly and in general is really good around people, but he never gives her cause to be jealous (by my reading of the book he doesn't with Johanna in the elevator, even though the movie interpreted that part differently). And oh my, does Katniss crave his touches! Even from book one she's giving him genuine gestures of affection and delighted in what he gives to her. I think because kissing is more intimate she has a harder time feeling the "hunger" when they only ever kiss in front of the camera. I've said it before and I'll say it again, if Katniss ever had a chance to really kiss Peeta without cameras around she would have made up her mind about the boys a lot sooner.

Non, it is so, so, SO important to me that Katniss and Peeta have that real sexual chemistry you talk about and why the movies are so disappointing in this aspect. I think that relationships between adults in shows and movies have offered more that are "healthy, in love, and hot for each other" recently, but we hardly ever see it for teenagers! The "nice guy" is usually kinda awkward or there isn't a lot of chemistry, and all of the sexual tension comes from the "bad boy." There isn't really a bad boy equivalent in THG, but Peeta still fills in a sort of "good guy" role in the love triangle and the fact that Gale can get jealous and pushy but Katniss is still like 😑 with him, but 🥰 around Peeta is sooooooooooooo important. Like yes, teach those young people that healthy conflict resolution is hot!! Teach them that safety and gentleness is a turn-on!! YES YES YES!!!

[1eos]

Prev anon, I WARNED YOU THE BOOK WOULD RAISE YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE BECAUSE OH MY GOD THE GIRL LIVED AND DIED AS SAC OF DONATABLE PARTS! I READ IT AT 16 AND CRIED SO MUCH BECAUSE SHE JUST NEVER HAD A LIFE. SHE DIED THE MOMENT SHE GOT FREEDOM. THE WORST ENDING PLOT TWIST BUT OH MY GOD. (Also I’m a bish so I was hoping other sister would finally tap out and be like “I have VASTLY overstayed my welcome on this planet at the sake of my sisters health and wellbeing” which she technically was ready to do but she ended up having a long life???? . Also white privilege is that the brother never goes to jail).

when i got to the part where the dad is like 'he wants to be punished for being a serial arsonist so i'll do the worst thing to him--giving him a hug' i thought abt the ask u sent me earlier and thought thats what u meant bc that pissed me off bad BUT IT ONLY GOT SO MUCH WORSE. like it was ooooooooooooooooooooo weird the book did all that about that child having no autonomy or choice just to kill her off and her organs donated without her conscious consent. it was such a cop out. even if she went through all that decided ykw? i DO want to give a kidney that wouldve been a bit defanged on the whole autonomy from her parents BUT deeply realistic or hell even if the car crash happened and the sister said HELL NO i do not want this kidney im ready to go. like its so odd that in this specific narrative the sister is like im done suffering i feel like such a burden bad things keep happening to my family bc of me and then her sister dies and shes in the throes of agony but just takes the kidney.

im just kinda let down bc this book requires you to 1. fill in a lot of emotional blanks. like i can fill in the blanks and say the sister took the kidney despite being ready to die earlier bc she already felt like she had to live for her mother or it would be a waste of the sisters legacy. but it wasted so much time on that useless ass love story when it couldve been fleshing out the emotional ramifications of the ending

which leads to point 2. a LOT of the parents shortcomings are just glossed over? the parents emotional neglect 2 out of 3 kids and the 3rd feels like a black hole that's ruined everyone's lives with a disease that's beyond her control but its quite clear to me the author expects us to believe the fitzsgeralds are good ppl just 'doing their best'. like its sooooooooooooo white american early 00s middle class w no care for anyone but themselves it honestly makes me fucking sick. the mother especially like basically had a favorite child and lowkey resented the son for daring to want to be loved and was clear about how the youngest was expendable. and the book emphasizing on how much she mourned 😐ok but u got what u wanted lmaoooo. like im sorry idk where i was supposed to get the feeling that she loved all 3 of her kids at all 😭😭😭😭😭 and then the brother turning his life around all bc his father negated consequences for him AGAIN. not to be a cynic but ppl don't change just with a fucking hug lmaooooo he shouldve gotten 15-20 years. gotten out in 5-10 for good behavior, started a prison outreach program and THEN maybe i'll believe he's changed.

[teddybeartoji]

okay ima js ask all at once and if i thinknof more ill ask then

1.) when'd u get ur first tat?

- on like a 10 point scale, 10 being the worst pain known to man, how much did it hurt?

2.) which tat of urs hurt the most??

- was it bc of the placement or the type of tat u got?

3.) (u dont have to ans this one if its too personal) but do any of ur tattoos mean anything or do you js like being a canvas for art???

4.) what type of tat styles do you prefer?

- can be on yourself or things you js like

5.) which one of ur tattoos took the longest to do?

-and the quickest too cause why not

6.) what made you get into tatts???

GRAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY I'M SOO LATEE DO YOU STILL LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M SORRYY

1. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii got mine rather late actually considering i knew i wanted one wayyy before i turned 18 lmao. iii think i got it when i was 20!!!

the pain was nothingggg lmaoo the tat in on the back of my arm, like above the elbow (?) so there's just soft skin there yk? i almost fell asleep lmao. on a scale of 1 to 10 i would say a 4???? it genuinely didn't feel like anything BUT I AM ALSO. GOOD WITH PAIN. LIKE OVERALL. SO JUST KEEP THAT IN MIND OKAY.

just to add on the pain tolerance thing, or just to prove that i'm good with it i guess lmao the ones i have on my stomach/ribs literally just felt GOOD. like i remember wincing exactly once bc he went over my hipbone but that was it. even one of the other tattoo artists at the studio said "good luck" before leaving ahgshgasghah but they really just feel good. like i genuinely got horny from those:33

2. i didn't think it was gonna hurt the most honestly but it's the one i have on my inner forearm, just below the elbow. so while that's just soft skin too, it's waaayyy more sensitive. there is a chance that it was a bit bc of the tattoo artist too - she was a bit of a beginner. i would give that like a 6 out of 10, maybe even a 7? it wasn't that bad the whole time though, the seven was just when she was doing the inner part of the arm, the most sensitive place. but hehehe i survived!!!

(she also accidentally pricked me with the needle lmao so i have the teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeniest tiniest dot on my hand now:333 but it's so small that i have to really look for it ahshgahgsagh aand i wasn't mad too i thought it was really funny ehehehehe)

JKKKKK I CAME BACK HERE TO TELL YOU THAT I LIEDD I THINK MY MOST PAINFUL ONE WAS THE ONE ON MY FINGER ACTUALLYY I JUST KINDA FORGOT ABT THATT LMAOO but i mean that makes sense doesn't it? it like just on bone so it did not feel good. but since it's not a big tat i didn't have to suffer for long!!!!! aand i definitely want more of them still:333333

3. my tats don't have any meaning!!!!!!!!!!! i obvi don't have anything against tats like that i just haven't felt the need or desire to get smth like that. i am thinking abt getting a mitski "a losing dog" tat and i guess that would have a meaning (said meaning just being that i am a losing dog too but idk how deep that really is lmao)

i see a design i like and i get it!!!!!!!! and i am not opposed to funny silly tats either!!!!!!!!!! like the thigh one i have - "i'm so fucking awesome everyone loves me" i just saw the meme and i've never decided on anything faster. i just knew i had to get that on me. so idk if you know disco elysium but this guy is such a fuckup and i love him with my whole heart he is very relatable and the pic was just so fucking funny too i loved it so much I STILL LOVE IT BTWW my second favourite tattoo<3333333

got it on my 21st birthday too lmao i think that makes it even better

4. SOOOOOOOOOOOOO idk what to really call this style. it's DEFINITELY NOTTTTT for everybody and i completely understand that but i am fucking obsessssedd with it. i am sadly very very very far from where i'd wanna be with my tats, i look nothing like the pics i'm gonna give u but ahhhh one dayy....

tat 1 + tat 2 + tat 3; like these are soooooooooofucking sexy to meee goood goddd my eyes just rolled back inside my headd aaaaaaaaaa i wanna be covered in them pls

and here are two better pics of a few of mine hehe:333 the skulls were the second most painful ones1!!

5. theeee longest was the big black one on my arm!!!!!! but that wasn't that long either imo... three hours maybe? three and a half??? man i can't remember but it wasn't too bad!! almost fell asleep during that one too hahahahah

omg and with this one, i was laying down on my stomach right? and my head was turned to the other side for some time and then yk my neck was getting sore so i turned around and i looked at the machine in his arm and i. hm. so yk how there's like a small needle there... it was no longer a tiny one. it was a WIDE ONE?????? and he saw my eyes go a bit wide and he went thirteen :D COME AGAINN???? thirteen needles in one. i had thirteen of them in me at once :DD and i didn't even feel it ahgsghashhaga the look of it just caught me off guard lmao

AAAAAAAAAAAA and the quickest was the one on my fingerr i think in total i spent like an hour and a half at the studio??? but most of it just went to him trying to get the design on there right bc my fingers are CROOKED AS FUCKKKKK rip.

6. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN INTO THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally for as long as i can remember i thought they were super cool!!!!!!!!!! one of my dad's friends has a sick tat on his forearm (hehehe i think i kinda subconsciously did that one a bit after him yk)(though the designs are very different!!! it's the Vibe)

aaand my mom has tats too even thougghh she's not abt that life anymoreee lmaoo it's kinda funny. and my dad has a bunch now too, but he only got more into it just a little before i did idk i think he was kind of a pussy before or smth.

[nandermoenthusiast]

HERE I AM I WATCHED THE FINALE

OKAY FIRST OF ALL IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD AND ACKNOWLEDGED/BROUGHT BACK A LOT OF THINGS I HAD NOT VERY HIGH HOPES FOR

but i gotta be honest, the whole season did. it was fun and genuinely hilarious, while also acknowledging (maybe not doing something with it yet, but we have a whole other season already under go) some plot points like colin dreaming about his childhood with lazlo

THIS FINALE THOUGH

i honestly honestly honestly have to say, i would not have changed a single thing from it. it was INSPIRED. i want to talk about the theme of this season, the vampires are assholes and they will never be nice to each other, but they are a FAMILY and they care about each other so deeply

first of all we have the morrigan manor trap, which i enjoyed so much, and although the season did a great job at building up to this with a hundred little moments in the previous eps, i was still literally shook at seeing the vampires face the music. like wow the guide is really telling them off for how they treat her and guillermo. like, i felt it. and nadja and lazlo are like ok this could have been a conversation but fine heres some footage of us being nice about u behind your back, AND THATS SO LOVELY LIKE - MY DEAR WE ARE FUCKED UP CREATURES OF THE NIGHT WELL NEVER TELL YOU TO YOUR FACE THAT YOURE IMPORTANT TO US

and its like. this season does a lot to put all the previous seasons into perspective. i cant even begin to speak about nandor and his aversion to turning guillermo. like, CHRIST

anyway the moment where nandor finds out was SO fucking delicious i love you mr de laurentiis i am completely in love with you going insane going insane also like ive seen some DISAPPOINTMENT over this finale and im ???? speechless is it that they didnt kiss or fuck? NANDOR KNOWS GUILLERMO BETTER THAN HE KNOWS HIMSELF HE KNEW HE COULDNT BEAR KILLING HE KNEW HE WASNT READY AND WANNA BET HE ALSO KEPT HIS DISTANCE ALL THESE YEARS BECAUSE HE KNEW THAT WOULD ADD TO GUILLERMO WANTING TO BE WITH HIM FOREVER BUT HES TOO CODEPENDENT TO LET HIM GO WHAT!!! THIS SHIT IS DELICIOUS

LET THEM COOK

but where was i ah yes nandor finding out nandor staking out panera bread and talking to some rando about guillermo and nandor going to his mothers (vampire killer! so its like dangerous for him lbr) place once he found it within himself to let go of the humiliation and prioritize his feelings for guillermo. let that sink in. he didnt want to find him not really. otherwise he would have threatened his mom weeks ago. nandor actually forgiving guillermo and its just like that. because he loves him too much. nandor doing the gayest most romantically and sexually charged shit in the world to prove to guillermo he actually has forgiven him. nandor bringing guillermo home. and saying he will be living with us AS AN EQUAL

nandor bringing him blood. and while we are on this topic, NANDOR WHO HAS THE IQ OF A RUSSIAN TOILET KNEW RIGHT AWAY WHAT GUILLERMOS PROBLEM WITH HIS TURNING WAS AND HOW TO FIX IT. AND HE DID. IMMEDIATELY. WHILE LAZLO STRUGGLED FOR WEEKS. NANDOR KNEW INSTANTLY. this episode had such biiig caretaker nandor energy and i fucking gobble that shit up. he pays so much attention to guillermo and he is so warm and loving to him whenever hes not catching himself…… i think im gonna go cry

nandor looking at guillermo with barely repressed lust as guillermo shows off his new vampiric powers and is taken by a frenzy to just go and do some shit. nandor lurking in the shadows listening to guillermos confession about not being able to kill, and looking so broken up about it, and wanting to fix things immediately for guillermo (but he cant, and btw im glad they brought back the lamp even if it was just to say you dumbass, you are out of wishes, like maybe that was a disappointment to some people but im sort of glad they made nandor use up all his wishes because the whole ceremony bit was sooooooooooooo thoughtful and soooo warm on nandors part). he went and staged the whole place and orchestrated the whole thing just so guillermo could speak from the heart and say he made a mistake. that is insanely loving of him

and btw idk anything about the lore of vampiric lineage BUT! tbh i do think this is such a cool loophole. like when guillermo reverted, time for his human form had passed. which means if any vampire who has lived, idk, more than 130 years had the same thing happen to them, they would obviously turn to dust. of course they would die! but guillermo had this happen only a few months ago so hes good! and the vampirism is reverted! and he has the time and knowledge now to think long and hard if he still wants it

to be honest (not to be a blorke about nandermo) i do believe that nandor and guillermo will get into it next season and the subsequent conflict will be that guillermo cannot be a vampire so he will age and die one day, but i think since nandor is so caring and “acts of service” in this last episode, maybe the solution they find is they decide nandor will turn guillermo eventually, and then bring him blood without guillermo having to hunt and kill (he could also like rob blood banks or drink from people without draining them)

anyway how cool is it that guillermo turned out to be so similar to louis (interview with the vampire, the very movie that got him to want to be a vampire), with the same conflict, except he did get a do over thanks to nandor ❤️

one last thing before i go that i didnt mention NANDOR TYING GUILLERMOS CAPE SO LOVINGLY AND WITH SUCH ATTENTION WITH SUCH REVERENCE GOD I KNOW WE’RE IN FOR A TREAT NEXT SEASON. AND NANDOR FUCKING STAKING DEREK. DO YOU WANT ME TO DO IT. I DONT KNOW. I DO *STAKE *. LIKE WHAT. THAT WAS SO INSANELY HOT TO ME GOODBYE FOREVER AND SORRY FOR THE LONGASS POST

[run2min]

Hi, idk if ur taking requests but I wanted to request a 8turn reaction to their sunbae idol crush saying that she is a big fan of them and 8turn on an interview or vlive or an 8turn reaction to their sunbae idol s/o who's a rapper and dancer hitting a high that wasn't in the performance or hitting another members high note cuz they put the mic in their face and they just sang it like it was nothing

Srry for the long request but I love ur works so far hope u have a good day/night and take care <33

𝐚/𝐧: Thank you for your request! I did your 1st idea because I didn't really understand the 2nd one sorry! I hope this is okay <3

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭:

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: None <3

𝟖𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐗 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✧~𝐌𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨~✧

His jaw would drop as soon as Jaeyun brought up your name.

"Did you see y/n's live?"

"What are you talking about haha?"

His face would be sooooooooooooo red

Jayun showed him the play back and he was s h o c k e d to say the least

"Some one said play TIC TAC, by 8TURN? I love them stop- I learnt the dance the other day, shall I post a tiktok later? Okay! I will I promise!"

"OMG?!"

"If I learnt [your groups dance] would it be to obvious?"

✧~𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧~✧

He would pace around the dorms

"oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,"

Minho would stop him and say,

"What is wrong with you Jaeyun?"

"DID YOU SEE Y/N'S INTERVIEW?!"

"No?! Why, did she declare her undeniable love for you?!"

"Shut uuuuuuuup, she said that she's our fan look,"

"What is the last song you listened to?"

"On the way here I was listening to WE by 8TURN, they're new but oh my lord they're so good!"

He could swear his heart stopped.

✧~𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨~✧

"YOONSUNG?! DID I HEAR THAT RIGHT?!"

His head shot up

"What?! I'm watching [your group]'s livestream, shut up hyung,"

"DID Y/N JUST SAY THAT I'M HER BIAS?!"

"Yeah I think so?"

"STOP PLEASE I CAN DIE HAPPILY, DO YOU STILL TALK TO HER?!"

"Yeah sometimes, not much since our debut though?"

"WELL TALK TO HER SOON AND TELL HER THAT I LOVE HER!"

"You want me to say that? I will, don't test me."

"NO DON'T ACCTUALLY!"

"Whatever Minho."

✧~𝐘𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠~✧

"SHE KNOWS WHO I AM?!"

Haemin nearly dropped off his bed

"Oh my god Yoonsung what's up with you?!"

"YOU KNOW Y/N FROM [your group]?"

He nodded while still holding his chest

"SHE SAID THAT SHE STANS 8TURN IN AN INTERVIEW,"

"That's cool, at least we're getting recognition y'know?"

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT! SHE SAID THAT SHE KNOWS WHO I AM! THIS IS A BIG DEAL HAEMIN?!"

"god, calm down,"

He rolled his eyes

"You know [Haemin's idol crush]?"

His head perked up

"Yeah?"

"She posted a video dancing to TIC TAC,"

"WHAT?!"

✧~𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧~✧

He was walking through the corridors of MNH when he saw a screen on the wall showing your interview.

"I've been listening to 8TURN recently! My favourite member? It changes but at the moment it's probably Minho, I liked his outfit!"

He could swear his heart stopped beating

He pulled his phone out and quickly dialled Minho's number

"Oh my god oh my god, Minho hyung?

"Are you alright?!"

"Not mentally no!"

"You know Y/n right?!"

"Yeah of course,"

"She said that your her bias!"

"HAHA REALLY?!"

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!"

"Did she say it was because of my handsome face, or my perfect build?"

"STOP! She said it was your outfit."

"Have you seen twitter?"

"What do you mean?!"

"She said that she's changer her bias already."

"I'll call you back."

*I changed my 8TURN bias already! I didn't notice Haemin's ski glasses!*

Haemin. literally. squealed.

✧~𝐊𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧~✧

"Oh my lord. YUNGYU HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?!"

"Huh?! Seen what?! Stop shouting."

"Y/N SAID THAT SHE LIKES 8TURN ON LIVE!"

"woah cool!"

"AND......SHE SPECIFICALLY DID MY DANCE MOVE!"

"Oh god I forgot about your obsession with her,"

"stop obsession makes it sound weird! I just really like her work,"

"Yeah sure,"

"Stoppppppp"

"You're red,"

"I hate you,"

"I hate you as well,"

"You should respect your hyungs Yungyu,"

"Shut up or I'll put a picture of your [your group] album collection on weverse"

-----

"Not so talkative now huh?"

✧~𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐲𝐮~✧

"OMG"

"OMG"

"OMG"

"OMG"

"Stop Yungyu what's up?"

He was sat on the end of his bed, clutching his laptop screen

"You know Y/n? She mentioned ME on her live! Not 8TURN, ME!"

"And how did that come up?"

Jaeyun wandered toward him, peaking at the screen.

"Loooooooook!"

"I was walking through the corridors the other day and I saw Yungyu from 8TURN! He is so cute, I remember we watched their debut showcase and he is so adorable!"

"SHE SAID I WAS CUTE!"

"Aha, congratulations Yungyu!"

"You sound so sarcastic hyung!"

"I don't mean to I promise!"

"whatever"

He shoved his shoulder and sighed dramatically

Jaeyun rolled his eyes and laughed at him

"Your so mean to me"

✧~𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧~✧

"Hyung?"

Myungho stirred in his sleep,

"Hyuuuuung?"

The sleeping boy groaned

"HYUNG?!"

He shot up and shouted,

"AH, Oh my god Seungheon what is it?!"

"You know y/n from [your group], she said that she likes 8TURN?!"

"cool,"

"What do you mean cool? IT'S AMAZING,"

He placed his fingers in his ears and winced at his shouting,

"so your telling me you woke me up JUST TO TELL ME THAT?!"

"It's important Myungho. No one else is home,"

"Go away,"

"IT'S BIG SHE KNOWS WHO I AM?!"

"GO AWAY SEUNGHEON?!"

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @m1ssluvyoobot @warm-oatmi1k @watamotee33 @gfksn

[degenrcy]

only i can hurt you (chapter one)

direct ao3 link! i realized i never posted this here but im getting a lot of attention from my last one sooooooooooooo yeah lol

you and shigaraki have a lot in common, thank god the 2 most miserable people are together.

warnings: very abusive relationship, eating disorders, mutual mutilation (self harm teehee) enabling

you curled up at the top of the bed, watching the tv so hard you were starting to make out the lines and the rgb of whatever lame show you were watching. it was quite late, shigaraki clicking away at his keyboard. his game was on its last hour of comp, and you didn't give a fuck about your rank anymore. shigaraki would always be better than you.

"there's no point." you muttered, pulling out your phone for the millionth time to mindlessly scroll another social media feed. being poor villains sucked.

"shut up bitch." he said back. not loud, not a shout, not even angry. a common phrase told to you, by everyone in here including your boyfriend. you couldn't even roll your eyes anymore.

"you'll always be just barely good, tomu. you know that?" you moved your eyes to his form, hunched over grossly at his cheap desk. duct tape wrapped around the arm rests, his leg bouncing, trash surrounding him. "so i don't get what's the point in you playing so much."

"better than being with you, that's what."

you scoffed. "fuck you."

"i'll fuck you up after this game."

shigaraki was right. he wasn't shy to beat you every now and then, every so often, every chance he got. bruising your wrists and throat, slapping you raw, choking you unconscious, slashing your thighs or upper body while holding you down with his weight.

"i'll kill you." you spat before wrapping up in the blanket. that wasn't to say you didn't get your fair share either, screwing with him emotionally was your form of revenge. he was physical, and you were mean. "and then you can face the family you murdered once and for all."

he only sighed, a last glance catching him shaking his head. whatever. you were going to look at the much more attractive people on tiktok. you wish you were as pretty and skinny as all these girls, but shigaraki doesn't fail to mention how disgusting you are with all the scarring and how he's ruined you for anyone else. he tells you to leave all the time, even kicks you out in the streets, only for you to come back a few hours later with teary eyes and a regretful grimace. he mocks you all the time for it and does a stupid voice impression that could only be you.

because of this, you starve yourself. starve for him, for shigaraki tomura. you feel serene and feminine and beautiful when he brushes along your ribs. when he wraps his fingers around your wrist and slowly trails up your arm to your elbow, squishing the bit of upper arm fat. "you need to get rid of this too." he would whisper, a pinky dangerously close to your flesh.

you nod weakly, placing a hand on top of his. "i'm trying... it's been two days since i've ate, you know."

he smiles. a forehead kiss. "let's make it three."

he wasn't entirely cruel. he would inadvertently starve with you, staying up for days playing video games or go on long trips with only a few granola bars or juice packs. but even when he did eat, there would be no difference. he knew that too, flaunting his warm pizza in your face and chewing disgustingly loud. guzzling down soda. eating chocolate or other sweets. your eye twitched, suddenly opening the side table and pulling out a special box.

"oh!" shigaraki exclaimed with a mouthful of disgusting food.

you opened it up, taking out your designated box cutter, fit with cute stickers and pink tape barely holding it together. you guys get rough sometimes, and sometimes things break.

with clenched teeth and teary eyes you dug the blade into your wrist. dragging- slowly, slowly. then ripped it away from you, causing a deep gash and the white layer of skin breaking through, seeping blood. a small moan escaped your lips. shigaraki swiveled around in his chair to watch you move down the small open spaces on your arm, leaning forward everytime you made a pained noise. flicking his wide eyes over when you started rummaging around the box for the small rag.

he stood up and grabbed your arm before you could wipe it all away. all the precious blood, from inside you, warm and wet and delicious.

"i'll clean it for you." he said ever so softly. your lips wavered as he ran his tongue from the inside of your elbow slowly down your forearm, lapping it all up. you told him to clean his mouth before moving up to the fresh wounds, you didn't want all that gross food grease and fat particles getting into your blood stream.

he continued licking, using his thumbs to spread open the bigger ones, making you wince. "you're so cute." he grinned, fingertip dragging lightly down the slits.

"ah, you're so dirty... and gross..." your arm felt weak, body shaking. but it felt so good. another moan, louder, as he squeezed your skin together to make the blood come out again. he kissed you, irony and with adoration.

"do it to me." he panted between sloppy kisses, occupied with palming himself through his pj pants and holding up your arm. you did as told, rolling up his sleeves for him and pushing him back on the bed. a moment to appreciate his pale and bony arms, purple and blue branches of veins scattering all over and god you wanted him to bleed out.

a shiver of excitement shot through his back as the tip of the blade pierced skin. a slight twitch of his hips when you started to slowly move- a shaky moan and eyes to the back of the head when the familiar sting and pain formed at the base of his wrist.

"you have such pretty veins, tomu... i wanna pull them out. think i could pull them out? i'm sure overhaul could put you back together." you whispered into his ear, slashing a couple more times. he grinded into you, holding the small of your back. his fingers felt up your protruding spine, making you arch into him more.

"what else?"

"i want to kill myself, for you, tomu." you kissed his jaw. "maybe i'd kill you first, then myself."

"you wanna leave me that bad?" he gripped your hip, thumbing the bone and holding it in his hand. you shook your head, bringing his wrist to your lips, reddening them with his own blood. you rolled your hips against his, flicking your tongue against his cuts.

"i wanna bring you with me, to whatever hell we'll end up in."

"god you're edgy, huh. give me that."

he got on top of you now, pulling up your shirt and ordering you to hold it. you twitched as he started carving into the skin of your stomach and the space between your ribs. you could feel the familiar shape of a heart, right on your chest. he groped your tits, then smacked you across the face. then again. and again. and again, until you finally let out that sweet sob he wanted to hear.

"keep crying," he gripped your jaw, turning your head around forcefully. he lifted it up, placing the box cutter against your throat. "don't move, or else i'll end up killing you. or do, doesn't matter to me."

you whimpered pathetically as he did a quick slice on your throat, not deep enough to potentially put you in danger, but enough to bleed. if there wasn't any blood, it wasn't worth it. so you kept crying. he cut you all over, frail skin even more ruined now. just how he liked you.

"you know you're never gonna leave, right?" shigaraki sat on the edge of the bed, wrapping up his arms. you were panting next to him, bleeding into the sheets. your body felt numb and lifeless and like nothing else mattered except him. nothing did, actually.

"don't leave me, tomu!" you cried out when you felt the bed shift with him standing up. he laughed.

"i won't."

[inevitablestars]

hi linds ily so bad and i wanna talk about something fun sooooooOOOoooo ummmmmmmmm what's a good movie you've seen recently and what holidays do you think would be the marauders favorites?? kk love you 5ever and ever <33333

hi natty <3 love u love u love u

hmmm i think the most recent movie i watched was literally either pitch perfect or mamma mia 😭 BUT also semi recently my friend and i wanted to watch a trash movie that is whack from start to finish but like vibes and that was i think called rough night (?) it's with like ilana glazer, scarjo, kate mckinnon etc and was hilarious

and hmmm holidays... i haven't thought about this before but i do have some ideas

i think. james really likes new years like just gut feeling but he loves any occasion for everyone he loves to come together and like new years is perfect for that no one has an excuse to not be there bc there's no work or school and it's just Vibes but they have to do it right (ie. just the group at someone's house not going out to some fancy expensive shit) ((side point, valentine's day would to some people scream james and like yeah he does valentine's day so well but. that's only with one person not all of his people and he wants all of his people to spread the love around))

sirius likes... birthdays. not his own but everyone else's. like he doesn't like the pressure of his own birthday but he will go so all out when it's anyone else's birthday and like it's because he grew up like that his birthday didn't really matter but he always made sure reg's birthday was good for him and that kinda stuck with him and he always made it fun

reg likes christmas best! to me his birthday is around christmas (part of why sirius always made sure his bday was special bc it would get overshadowed by christmas a lot) but he did like christmas and likes it even more outside of growing up and finding traditions and ways to make it fun and such

if they were american remus would like thanksgiving no i will not elaborate on that point it just feels right. but since they are not american, he like halloween the best but the amount of effort he puts in really depends and varies from year to year but he still likes it even if he looks like he just threw on like a big tshirt with an animal on it

peter also really likes halloween but will go all out every year and decorates like crazy the second stores start having halloween decorations out

marlene loveesssssss her own birthday she is going all out every year themes and everything

lily is also a christmas gal bc it reminds her of good memories of her childhood like her family had such nice christmases and their house was always warm so even if she doesn't always have that now with her family she has it with her friends and it's still warm

mary hmmm i think she likes valentine's day a bit before she has a partner she likes to bring sweets to her friends or like bake cookies and then when she has a partner she goes all out for them

and then hm dorcas to me isn't huge on holidays so i'm going with cinco de mayo for the vibes

pandora similarly doesn't have a favorite like major holiday but she does love her own birthday. tho i think she would say her favorite is some kind of like obscure holiday like those "national xxxxx day" and she'd give you a long winded answer of why it's her favorite

[arsenalgbt]

Yep! All arranged marriage au questions (headcannons also relate to it because I had random thoughts including a Dec one that made me sad). Also I'm copying and pasting how I wrote them into my notes which was prett excitedly so apologies for that

Q1 - Whose name did they take? Kai's father insisted that Dec take Kai's name and become a Havertz. Did Dec do it? Did he keep Rice despite not always wanting the association with his father? Did they double barrel their names like Trossard-Tierney? Did Kai's father even care considering he's got his new wonderful family in Monaco? Did he insist on Kai taking Rice as another way of signifying he was leaving Kai behind?

Q2 - Kai's father is a piece of shit. Does Jorgi still work for him? I'm thinking about him ignoring the worst parts of Kai's father because he truly loved his job but when he starts dating Reiss and falls in love and brings him to work events on his arm, the disproval from Kai's father becomes much too hard to ignore

Q3 - Let's talk about the house! Did one of them move into the other's place? Did they get a new house on their wedding day as like a gift from Kai's father who used it to buy Dec's gratitude? Did Mikel have to arrange a house for them and navigate the various demands each of them had that seemingly opposed each other? Did they have to endure house shopping with each other?

Q4 -Kai clearly loves routine (and Dec clearly loves Kai because he knew that routine so easily when Leah asked) and sticks to it. Does Dec have a routine? Does Kai know it? If he does, what's his routine like?

Q5 - Feel like this might be spoilery but did they go on any "dates" before getting married? Talk on the phone? Have business meetings with their representatives? Or did they meet for the first time on the wedding day? Did WDBs meet Kai before the wedding? Had Jorgi met Dec? What did everyone know about the other before the wedding?

-💙🤍 KT anon

*cracks knuckles*

oh fuck man decisions decisions. tbf ever since u said along the lines of: "dec is rich, but not richer than the havertz therefore he can't overpower them"... I think it's Declan taking the havertz name ngl!!!

this line killed me tho;

Did he insist on Kai taking Rice as another way of signifying he was leaving Kai behind?

2. kai's father is a piece of shit? hmmmmmmmmmmmm idk abt that cough (but hell yes abt jorgi bringing reiss to work parties and receiving a tight lipped smile from the old man!! thing is, i haven't made up my mind as to what position jorgi has/is in kai's life lol ajhsdfajfja but yes to that damn!)

3. good question, makes me think LOLLLLL initially I wanted deckai to live in central London like in a penthouse/townhouse, no dogs. but I remembered about kai's dogs, which became a vital characterisation for Declan lol, and dogs need a space. was going to have kai into supercars (he's an F1 fan in the story) = needs proper garage to store his cars. in the end he only drives his Mercedes and Declan his Range Rover lol.

secondly, I wanted to have them live in Declan and Leah's childhood home, but given how shitty dec's dead dad was, I scraped the idea.

sooooooooooooo. I'd say kai wasn't fussy about his new home in London, miserable England. he just wanted a vast space for his dogs to play catch. Declan likes clean, minimalistic decor. kai doesn't mind. it was a quick process. if u notice so far, there's not a hint/an ounce of personality from how I describe their house LMAO. no arts. no nothing. just the custom made designer sofa where kai's kids can't hop on :(

4. you know what? Declan is more like "I work 9-5, 5 days a week, and the rest of my time I spend it around my husband" type of man. kinda boring, aside from his WDBz get together and some sports night with idk his other friend LOL. very devoted tho; dinner at home, Saturday is lunch date time, Sunday is doing whatever kai wants (flying to Monaco/germany/spain/qatar to watch an F1 grand prix or whatever filthy rich cpl do - rarely golfing or playing tennis, declan's fave sports, bc kai is not into them lmaooooooooo) (damn is Declan insane or pathetic... u tell me...)

5. yep this question is spoiler-y. very mucho. can't answer this one LMAOOOOOO but if u remember, Declan and kai met before the wedding. Declan hissing at Mikel "are you sure he's not using? Im not going to marry an addict" just because kai is too skinny and lanky asjdfjasjkfajskdfajksfjkakj

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Here me out (unless this has been brought up before then id just be embarrassed) but ya know how jimmy flirts w pretty girls to get em to come to shows? Well I can only imagine how he'd react to a fellow particularly attractive freak doing the same and flirting with boys to get them to come.

I imagine he'd get super possessive (even tho he does the same) but there'd just be something about other guys flirting back in the same way he did with her. Like his ego may get a little bruised at feeling like he wasn't special. I think it would be a good reason to tease him for (hes so transparent, cant hold back his jealousy and anger). It would lead to some pretty good sex to show him just how special he is.

LIKE AM I CRAZY OR AM I CRAZY⁉️ (wishing I was an active writer rn)

i am so hearing you out, anon.

I kind of, almost, sort of, if you squint wrote a fic about a similar concept (jealous Jimmy when a fellow freak goes on a date with / flirts with a guy during the show) but you are sooooooooooooo right anon.

so right, because Jimmy would absolutely crave that validation and he wouldn't let up until he got it, cos despite what you tell him about getting a taste of his own medicine, he'd absolutely insist that, it just ain't the same, baby. It's different when he does it, they don't mean a thing to him, but you're takin' it too far. I can see him getting all puffed up, maybe a little drunk over it, too.

imagine him going to his ma, and complaining and she's over there like "Jimmy, my boy. It's the same damn thing and you're a real jerk for even getting mad at her over it. You go make things right."

sighs forever.

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okay i powered through the archon quests mess of my thoughts below

ARLECCHINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay with that out of the way. these two acts were definitely just expository, i feel like nothing substantial actually happened but it definitely set up the tone for the final acts

really just lots of lore/history dumping by wriothesley i'm gonna be real i don't think we needed to know that much about the inner workings of the fortress would have been better to get that through context clues e.g. show don't tell but genshin and its classic tell don't show am i right

i did fall in love with the fontaine cast more. but you know who surprised me the most? SIGEWINNE. love that cute mfer. i did not expect to like her as much as i did but like i do i really love that little melusine. love that she literally just has a tranquilizer.

on that note both her and wriothesley are sooooooooooooo unserious i love it. did feel pretty bad for lyney though they really pulled some psychological torture on him

like on one hand it was pretty obvious wriothesley and his reasons (as he said) on the other hand the quest did a pretty good job of making him seem despicable through lyney

like when lyney said I can't lose lynette again... oof that hit so damn hard

LOVE the neuvillette / wriothesley / clorinde power trio i never even thought of that but fucking loved it. their banter and chemistry worked super well. hating myself for making this comparison but it did really feel like an avengers assemble moment. i didn't even expect clorinde to show up it was a nice surprise. THOSE CUTSCENES WERE SO GOOD TOO

also was really nice to see someone other than the traveler save the day and also not really be a main driving factor in the plot :D when i saw wriothesley was gonna freeze punch that ice was like OOHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK YEAH BBY

furina i've been kinda neutral on but i'm definitely way more intrigued with her whole situation now

ARLECCHINO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ugh love her. her design is so pretty i couldn't stop looking at her eyes i LOVE the x pupils. also i was team short haired arlecchino at first but the long hair really grew on me, her hair ornament thing is super pretty as well her whole design is just sooo elegant and she actually feels threatening diplomatically i love it love it

the investigation part in act 3 did feel kind of like a slog to go through but also i kinda liked that it breaked up the linearity archon quests usually go through.

act 4 i felt like just kept going there were so many points where i thought it would end and it just. fucking kept going they really want you to talk to everybody in fontaine in act 4 lmao. there were also a lot of points where i was just like realistically you would not have just "figured this out" but i understand you gotta push the plot forward somehow

underground maps didn't do a damn thing here i consistently kept going the wrong way while running around the fortress

wriothesley vs arlecchino battle of scheming would be really interesting to see

THE WHALE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think we all saw it coming but THE FUCKING WHALEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

connecting to a vision holder's consciousness via their dreams when you have their vision oh boy the fic writers are gonna have a field day with this one

i feel like i probably had more serious things to say but ahem. arlecchino.

genuinely was just swooning anytime arlecchino was on the screen i'm in love with her yall

okay back to seriousness. pretty weak acts especially compared to act 1 & 2. pretty sure they could have gotten the point of act 3 & 4 across in one act, felt drawn out in a lot of ways. or maybe it still could have been 2 acts but they could have presented the story a bit differently idk.

again just felt like nothing substantial even happened, maybe they could have spent more time alluding to the forbidden zone bc honestly outside of lyney being interested in it we as an audience didn't really care much about it even though it was kinda super fucking important

also when wrio led us down there i was like we just had beef with him why are you guys trusting this dude to follow him into an unknown location so soon

they spent a reaaaaally long time on the hidden rules and it was just like random shit wriothesley sigewinne and that one company were up to? like that was honestly such a weak reveal why do we care about any of that

like maybe to play up how good wriothesley is at misdirecting and how he was ahead of the game the whole time? but it still didn't really work

in general genshin has never been good at showing characters are intelligent they just want to tell us they are. they did good with arlecchino though but I might just be extremely biased considering my infatuation with her

that being said not sure how I felt about them just dumping all of her motives in flashbacks at the end there (her assassin fit though.... swooning)

but they've got the setup down hopefully the last acts pull their weight (i forgot how many acts fontaine is gonna have... 5?)

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February 14: The Expanse 1x05

Halfway done with The Expanse S1. I can definitely see it coming together… I think. I felt like this episode had a lot of pretty explicit extra exposition and summarizing going on, and in some ways felt more like an inflection point than anything. But the amount of explaining also sort of reminded me that I have not been really actively trying to follow anything so much as just going along for the ride.

I do find it funny that the former-Canterbury crew’s plotline for fully half the season has just been going from ship to ship and blowing stuff up accidentally. Are they the targets? Are they in the wrong place at the wrong time, as seems to be the case? Second one sure is a funny possibility.

I enjoyed seeing more of Ceres again, as it feels like it’s been a bit since we spent a significant amount of time there. I feel like the Earth/UN stories are for really bird’s-eye-view understandings of the political situation, the now-Rocinante crew stories are for (attempts at?) tense, individual-focused, adventure storylines, and the Ceres stuff is like in the middle. There’s a familiar noir-detective story but also a lot of worldbuilding about the political situation, and all of it connects to the stories on the other ends of the spectrum, and I think it’s a good balance.

As far as following all the specifics… I kind of figured early on that this show was going to require more than one watching to really properly follow, so the main things I’m looking for in this go-round are a viewing experience that I enjoy enough to want to come back for a re-watch and, by the end of the season, something that basically feels like it makes sense, regardless of whether I followed every detail or picked up on every specific of it.

And so far, it’s been good, it’s been fun. I really, really, really love the world building. Like worst case scenario and it’s all ultimately just Vibes and no coherent plot, I am enjoying the complex interplay of the various locations and the detail given to the political intrigue and so on.

I’m sort of starting to warm to the Rocinante crew as well, especially Amos for some reason? I don’t know, there was just something very funny about him in this episode, like ‘I knew a woman named [Workhorse], she was good to me’? Okay, bro. And Naomi just scoffing, relatable as hell.

The Anderson Station story was extremely sad, but I thought it was well done except that it was a little weird to be introduced to that back story in the same episode as we first see Fred Johnson himself. Like I basically figured out exactly what would happen from the end of the first scene with Anderson Station because I recognized his voice, plus the placement of the scenes was like…duh. So I knew he’d kill them all and it was just a question of how depressed I’d be about it. I sort of feel like that back story should have been in an earlier episode—or maybe even a later one? I don’t know.

 I decided today that I really like the designs of these ships and space stations. All the sets and clothing and tattoos and stuff are very cool; they did a good job.

The whole concept of a future-Earth that’s recognized as such a beautiful, unique, wonderful place that should be cherished and protected, especially as seen in contrast to alternative places humans might someday live, like space stations or ships or other planets, is sooooooooooooo my kink, you don’t even know. So I’ve also been digging how hard this show goes in on that theme. I don’t know if the environmentalist message is on purpose (the anti-colonial anti-capitalist message sure is, I assume) but I see it regardless.