#i also found out a very cool brush????? how am i supposed to go to sleep without trying it now??? its 4am helpp

[b-h-art]

i drew this instead of cleaning my room after promising myself i will get off of my tablet

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Bucky (who also happens to be your brother’s best friend) comforting you when you accidentally get way too high and think you’re going to die. 

TW: Recreational drug use (weed), talks of death (reader feels like they’re dying), virgin reader, suggestive

The illicit baked goods were handed over with very clear instructions, only eat HALF. But you were so hungry, and the brownie was surprisingly good, and what would really be the harm in eating a whole instead of a half? Death. Inevitable death would be the harm. 

There’d been a very pleasant twenty-five minutes where it felt as if you were dancing on air, now you could barely get any- breathing shallow, chest tight, head heavy. This was it. Goodbye, cruel world. You knew there was little to be done so you decided to embrace the inevitable, if you acted quickly maybe you could go in your sleep. So you filled your cats food bowl, pressed a quick kiss to her head, and crawled into your hammock to await the end- but wait, wait you couldn’t go with regrets, that was a sure fire way to come back as a ghost and you did not want to haunt your crappy walk up forever. No, no regrets. 

So you called James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, your brother’s Bucky. Bucky who lived only a few blocks away, Bucky who could send you off without regret. He picked up on the third ring, and didn’t get much in edgewise after a hesitant “Hello?” 

“Bucky! Bucky I’m dying and I need you to come over right now. The doors unlocked.” You’d hung up before he could ask any questions, best to save your breath, you reasoned. For his part Bucky had politely but firmly asked the girl currently occupying his bed to leave, and made for the door, tugging on gray sweats as he went. While he was positive your dumb ass wasn’t dying he wasn’t willing to leave you in a distressed state. 

When he kicked off his bike and made it inside he’d found you curled up in your hammock, clinging to your cat, eyes squeezed shut; he’d grabbed your attention with a gruff “Bug?” You’d shot up, furry feline friend taking off with a displeased hiss at the sudden rocking motion; “Thank God, Bucky! Get over here, I don’t have much time.” He’d crouched down next to your hammock, bringing his cool metal hand to your cheek, brushing away some stray hairs and taking note of your blown out pupils; “What the fuck are you on?”

“It- it was supposed to only be half the brownie, but I ate it all, I’m such an idiot and now-” He bit back a laugh realizing you were just stoned off your ass, not wanting to add insult to injury as your eyes welled with tears “-now I’m dying but I can’t go yet, Buck, I can’t, because if I die full of regrets I’ll have to haunt this stupid place forever.” 

“For Christ’ sake, Bug, you’re not dying, you’re just stoned.” 

With an adamant shake of your head you reached down and grabbed his flesh hand, pressing the palm of it flat to your chest as the tears in your eyes finally spilled over with a warbling hiccup; “I- I’m not, I am but I’m not- I know what death feels like.”

His mouth popped open in mock surprise; “Oh, you do? Because you’ve experienced it so many times?” 

Your bottom lip quivered as you glowered pathetically at him, “D-don’t be mean to me. Not right now.” Torn between pushing the issue and humoring you he chose to go with the latter. 

“Okay then, Bug, no regrets. How can I help?” 

With a small watery smile you turned in the hammock to fully face his kneeling form; “We’ve got to have sex-”

“Jesus fuck!” Your sincere expression, tear stained cheeks, and glassy eyes awakened something dark within him, pleasure spiking within his groin and pulling him to half mass even as he adamantly shook his head no. Seeing his refusal you began teetering on the brink of tears again; “Please Bucky, please, you have to fuck me, it has to be you. I don’t want to die a virgin and I love y-” 

Quicker than your sluggish brain could process the cool fingers of his left hand wrapped around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand smoothed across the top of your head and down to cup your cheek, thumb stroking it in small even passes. He took three steadying breaths, eyes clenched shut, before he met your gaze; “Shut up. We are not having this conversation right now.” You whined behind the gag of his hand, but he just shook his head firmly in return, so much for humoring you. “Bug, you are high as a fucking kite. So here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to go get you a drink, and then you’re going to sleep. End of.”

He stood abruptly, moving towards the door of the bedroom as you pleaded with him to come back and take you, promising he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was inside you. You didn’t stop rambling until he stormed back in with a glass of water, towering over your prone form. “Listen to me,” he hissed “when I finally fuck you the only thing you’ll be high on is my cock, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up about it so I can take care of you until then.” 

AN: In hindsight I’ve taken some liberties with the use of the word “comforting.” 

[listentothelittlebird]

so I have been avidly following the lovely dbhc au that @shepscapades has made and I have made a little drabble fanfic of Doc and Xisuma because I feel very normal about them :)

setting: hermitcraft season 10, while Doc is in skyblock jail

word count: 1361

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Doc is grumbling to himself, ramming his fist into the newly-sprouted tree with not an insignificant amount of prejudice, when he hears the distinct whistling of fireworks crescendoing towards him.

“Have you come to watch me punch wood like an imbecile?” Doc snarks, expecting to hear Scar’s fumbling denials, or Cleo’s cackling assent.

“That wasn’t the plan, no.” The quietly amused voice is far from his first prediction. An oversight on his part, really.

[Vocal Recognition: Xisumavoid.]

“Xisuma!” Doc’s next punch misses the trunk of the cherry blossom tree, glancing off the side and chipping off the bark instead. He blinks away the vocal recognition pop-up, glancing behind him just to check it really is him and not Tango with a goat horn. “Hey, man!”

“Hey! You’ve been busy.” Xisuma’s boots scuff against the cobblestone as he inspects the progress of his miserable sky island. A shulker box thunks onto the stone, freeing his hands up to brush against the cherry wood planks.

“Hardly anything else to do besides work.” Doc throws the words over his shoulder as he continues to gather his cherry wood, not one to leave a project half-done. 

His visitor is content to hum and haw at whatever he finds as Doc works away. It has only been a few days, but the one-sided commentary is surprisingly comforting. After all, no touching the ground means no redstone, which also means no time in the lab. The thought has Doc speaking up, slipping between Xisuma’s quips.

“It’s not been too busy, yeah?” Doc clambers onto the tree as he plucks off the highest branches. He pauses to flick open a calendar overlay, skimming the dates. “Nobody’s scheduled for maintenance checks until next month.” 

“It’s been alright.” The fuzzy wolf-shaped wool mask pops into view as Xisuma emerges from Doc’s pink abode. “Been a bit too quiet, even. It’s weird not having you around.”

Doc snorts to hide the way his thirium pump hiccups at the words. Logically, he knows the sound is far too soft for Xisuma to hear. Having emotions, Doc has found, is hardly ever logical.

“So you came over ‘cause you missed me?” The words are out before Doc can even try to edit the response. It instills in him the same kind of floundering exasperation he feels when trying to recall a comms message already seen by everyone.

“Well.” When Xisuma ducks his head, one ear of the knitted wolf flops to the side. “I mean. I suppose so.”

[Emotion Identified: Shyness.]

“But I did come with an agenda!” Xisuma reaches for the shulker behind him, pulling out a mobile scanner from the lab.

“You’re right about having no maintenance checks on the schedule,” Xisuma says, waving around the scanner. “With you out here roughing it out, though, I figured I should check on you.”

“Ah.” Doc chuckles, ignores his cooling vents spinning faster. “I see.”

“Well, don’t keep me waiting! You look about done with your tree.” 

“I am, I think.” Doc squints through the already-thinning leaves, nodding when he finds no branches left. “Alright, one moment.”

Dismantling the remains of the trunk takes only a few seconds. Doc gathers the wood and plonks them into the chest in his shabby house, with Xisuma trailing behind. 

With two people inside, it only reminds Doc how small the shelter is. Turning around after closing his chest puts him directly in Xisuma’s space.

“So, uh.” Doc shifts back, as much as he can. He ends up plopping down on the edge of his bed, which, well. “Go ahead, then.” 

A check-up does not require much space, really. Doc has done maintenance with the hermits in caves, in redstone farms, in underwater bases and nether bases. This is just the first time Doc himself has been examined outside of the yawning expanse of their labs. The change in routine leaves him uncertain, like recalibrating on angled terrain. 

The ease that Xisuma slips into the motions does well to settle Doc’s stress, however mild. The mobile scanner takes a while to gather results, so Doc answers Xisuma’s laundry list of questions. The list of questions is one curated by both Doc and Xisuma. Most of it is data, which Doc rattles off easily from the numbers that he pulls up in the corner of his vision.

The mobile scanner beeps cheerfully just as they reach the end of the lengthy questionnaire.

“Clean bill of health.” Xisuma shows Doc the display, which focuses less on internal processes and more on external damage or abnormalities. “Although, your average temperature is a bit lower than your usual.”

Doc shrugs. “It’s the altitude, man. Going from spending significant amounts of my time in the deserts and swamps to this is quite the change. Not to mention the wind chill.” 

As if to prove his point, a gust hits the shelter hard enough to make the planks rattle and creak. With no door, the icy breeze rushes in quickly. He tucks his metal arm into his lab coat with a sigh, the exposed components always prone to freezing the fastest.

“It’s not that bad,” Doc states flippantly, knowing without looking that Xisuma is taking in his every move. “I’m working most of the time, which keeps me warm. Plus I have my lava pool to sit beside when I need to warm up.”

“If you say so.” Xisuma shifts, leaning against his crafting bench. “The moment you start to experience temperature glitches, though, call this off. The rest will understand.”

“I know, I know.” This is all in good fun, when it comes down to it. He plays along for his own amusement. “I’ll be fine, Xisuma. I know how to take care of myself.”

“That you do.” Xisuma nods, then, with an “ah” of realisation, pulls his wolf mask off his helmet. 

“Here!” It only takes a step for Xisuma to be back in Doc’s space, pulling the wool over Doc’s head before he can react. 

“Uhm.” The mask is large enough that it goes over his horns easily, fitting loosely around his face. He has to lift and adjust it slightly to get his eyes back through the openings. “What?”

“To keep you warm!” Xisuma draws back again, settling against the crafting bench and tapping his heel against its side. “I mean, even over my helmet, it sure retains the heat. I know it doesn’t quite help with your metal arm, but it’ll at least warm up your horns and face.”

Doc does feel warmer, in fact. Though that is not necessarily correlated with the wool mask itself, and more the action of gifting it to him.

“But it’s your mask,” Doc replies, a flimsy rebuttal. “For your Woolves of Wool Street.”

“I have spares,” Xisuma chimes, eyes squinting happily through his helmet. “I’m sure the others won’t mind if you’re wearing it. Take it as a souvenir, of sorts.”

“Right.” Doc reaches a hand up to the wool. The material is soft, slightly worn from use. It smells a bit like Xisuma’s armour, the polish that he uses to clean it at the end of the day. “Thanks.”

“No problem, Doc.” 

Xisuma’s communicator chimes. A quick look has Xisuma turning back to Doc with an apologetic sigh. “Sorry, I’ve got to go. I’ll come back soon, though, if you don’t mind?”

“Come back anytime,” Doc replies. He tries to reel it towards comedy with a gesture to his surroundings, his meager belongings. “You won’t be interrupting anything.”

The dry quip draws out a laugh from Xisuma, even as he gathers his shulker and activates his elytra.

“See you, Doc!” Xisuma waves from the edge of the cobblestone, then nosedives away, a rocket propelling him rapidly out of sight. 

Doc takes a moment to watch the clouds, then laughs at himself. Did he not poke fun at Tango last season, when he stared longingly at the portal Jimmy left the server with? Now look at him.  

He draws a hand up to the wolf mask, rubbing the soft knitting between his fingers, and decides that Tango absolutely cannot see him wearing this.

He can keep it on for now, though.

[reccyls]

Don't Look at Anything Except for Me (Victor story)

My translation of Victor's story for this collection event

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Standing in the otherwise empty lounge was a tall box with a handle.

(It looks big enough to fit an entire person inside. I wonder what it's for.)

Just as I was going to open it...

Victor: Looks like you found it.

Surprised, I let go of the handle, and and approached the wryly smiling Victor.

Kate: What's this for?

Victor: A prop for my next magic trick!

He enthusiastically pulled open the box, revealing nothing inside. Just darkness.

Kate: It looks like just a normal box to me... What kind of magic trick can you do with this?

Victor: I'm very glad you asked! A trick where you can escape after being shut within a perfectly ordinary box.

Kate: Ooh, I've seen a magic trick like that before!

Victor: Since Vogel has arrived, I've been thinking about welcoming them with a little magic show. Victor: And I might as well take the chance to add a new trick to my repertoire.

Kate: Vogel did say that they want to build a closer relationship with us. Kate: I should also be talking more to the three of them!

(I am concerned about Harrison's warning, but it's important to know people, too.)

I suddenly realized Victor was staring at me...

Kate: What's wrong?

Victor: You're very kind. Always extending grace to anyone you meet, no matter who they may be. Victor: But... I want you to know more about Crown, as well.

Victor turned his gaze downwards, and his shoulders fell slightly. He looked lonely.

Victor: And of course, more about me, as well.

He gave me a playful wink, as if to say not to mind what he just said.

Victor: And now, to make sure I don't lose your attention, allow me to monopolize your time! Victor: I've never done this trick before, so I'd like your help to practice. How does that sound?

Ecstatic that he wanted to practice with me, I nodded vigorously.

Kate: Absolutely!

I stepped into the box, finding it wide enough to fit me comfortably.

Victor: There's a switch on the inside. If you flip it, the back panel should slide out so you can escape.

But inside the box, I couldn't find the switch.

Victor: The manual said it should be in there. Let me see...

Victor stepped forward, half his body leaning into the box. I watched him intently search for the switch, and then-

Kate: Ah, is that it?

Victor: ! Yes, that's the one!

Finding the slight knob, Victor met my eyes and smiled as he pushed it. And just then--

Victor: Eh?

Kate: Aah!

The door slammed shut, and trapped the two of us inside the box.

Victor: That was a shock... Kate, are you all right?

Kate: Yes, I'm fine...

(What do we do? He's way too close...!)

Our bodies were so close that I could hear the sound of his breathing clear as day. He had his hands pressed up against the back wall, so there was a bit of a gap. Perhaps it was due to the darkness, but I felt as though any slight movement in any direction would lead to us being pressed flush against one another.

Kate: Y-you know how to escape from the inside, right?

I tried to hide my nervousness with a question.

Victor: .......Unfortunately, I don't.

His answer was exactly what I didn't want to hear.

Victor: I thought that switch was supposed to be for that exact purpose. Victor: We may have no other choice but to wait until someone lets us out.

Kate: No way...

(Maybe if we press that switch again?)

Kate: Let's try pressing the switch again! I'm pretty sure it was somewhere around here...

Victor: Ahhh!

My finger poked into Victor's side, and he let out a yelp I'd never heard from him before.

Kate: S-sorry!

Victor: It's fine. I was just surprised, that's all.

Perhaps the cramped conditions were getting to be a bit too much for Victor, because he bent an arm. I stifled a gasp at how close we had become. A lock of his silky hair brushed across my cheek. His voice carried the soft texture of a cool night's air. For some reason, my face felt hot where his hair had fallen across it.

(If we don't get out right now... My heart isn't going to be able to take any more of this.)

I ran my hand along the wall again, in the hopes that I'd find something that could hasten our escape by even a single second.

Victor: Kate?

Kate: Maybe I can find the switch by touch.

Victor: That's a good idea, I'll try too-- !!

Kate: Ack!

Because of our movements, the box began to wobble, throwing me off balance. In a panic, I tried to stand, but only ended up with my legs around Victor's, almost as if straddling him.

Victor: Sorry for this. I'm going to try to get us out of here, but I'll need to move a little.

Kate: W-wait a second-- mm....

I tried to scramble for a better position, but there wasn't any space inside the cramped box. Victor's knee pressed between between my legs, digging right into where I was most sensitive...

(Oh no, I can feel my body start to respond--)

My toes curled as Victor's movements caushed his knee to continue to rub in between my legs. I gripped his shirt, trying to endure the sensations.

Kate: It's fine. Please stop moving.

Victor: !

I heard his breath catch, before his knee pushed me back.

Victor: ...I'm sorry.

As I looked up, there was an apologetic expression on his face. And then with a crash and a hard impact, throwing my face upwards. My lips brushed right against the mole at his lips.

Kate: --The door's open...?

Beyond Victor, I could see the familiar sights of the castle's lounge. Unsteadily, I made my way out of the box and collapsed on the spot out of pure relief.

Victor: Are you hurt?

I looked up at Victor's worried expression, his hand extended to me to help me up.

(Right at the very end, I almost kissed Victor...)

Embarrassed and uncomfortable, I couldn't meet his eyes as I took his hand.

Kate: ...I'm okay.

Victor: If we'd been stuck in there any longer, my heart might have exploded.

His tone was light as he turned to look back at the box. That was when I noticed.

(Huh...?)

Amidst his flowing black hair, his ears had turned faintly red.

(Maybe I'm wrong? But, if he realized what happened too...)

Victor: Kate?

The voice that called my name carried just a hint of seductiveness. And I could feel the heat we shared while trapped in the box stlil lingering.

[wethotcrazy]

SYMPATHY IS A KNIFE (iv)

pairing: Yuki Tsunoda x Fem! Driver! Reader

word count: 1865

part 4 this has some very minor mentions of body image stuff if you dont like it you could just skip over it ://

part i part ii part iii

Yn’s arrival in Monza carried a sense of self that had been slowly rebuilding all season. She moved with renewed confidence through the paddock, her head held high, embodying the fierce passion and easy-going charm that had once captivated fans in her junior days. Here, under the electric atmosphere of Italy’s temple of speed, she felt herself settling in, embracing the spotlight rather than shrinking from it.

Press day buzzed around her, a mix of genuine questions and the probing kind that often skirted on invasive. She answered with a cool, unwavering smile, handling questions about her race performance and strategy with ease. But some journalists were still hung up on the idea of her supposed transformation, finding subtle ways to question her ambition and intensity.

A reporter cut through the murmur with a pointed question: “Yn, some fans feel you’ve changed since moving into Formula 1. They say your intensity now is… well, a bit harsh compared to your easy-going reputation before. What do you think about that?”

Yn took a measured breath, holding the reporter’s gaze. “I think everyone grows and adapts,” she replied, her tone steady. “I’ve had to become tougher—this is Formula 1. You don’t get to this level by staying exactly the same.” She smiled, tilting her head slightly, knowing her response might surprise them. “But I’m still me. Maybe they just don’t know the whole me yet.”

Inside, however, Yn felt the familiar weight of their criticisms. Headlines seemed to dissect her appearance as much as her performance. She’s always known what it felt like to be looked at but not seen, to feel reduced to surface-level perceptions. Later in the garage, she scrolled through social media, seeing how her every move was scrutinized, with articles speculating on her appearance and attitude. A headline caught her eye, dissecting how she looked and speculating on her dedication. It stung, yet Yn brushed it off as best as she could, knowing what mattered most were the hours she put in, the passion and drive that defined her journey.

During a break, she slipped outside for a moment, breathing in the cool air and finding a rare sense of calm. Standing by the paddock entrance, she felt a nudge on her shoulder. Yuki, with a comforting grin, extended a cup of coffee toward her.

“All good?” he asked, his eyes bright with the same familiar warmth she’d come to count on.

She chuckled, taking the coffee. “Am I that transparent?”

He shook his head, nudging her gently. “No, you’re strong as hell. Just don’t forget that,” he replied.

Yn smiled down at the coffee, grateful for Yuki’s support. In Monza, she felt a freedom that hadn’t been there for a long time—permission to be herself without apology, knowing she had someone in her corner.

The weekend drew out a renewed side of her, and fans were quick to notice her lighthearted interactions with Yuki. TikTok and Instagram filled with reels and montages of the two sharing inside jokes, quiet encouragements, and lingering glances. Their connection sparked countless posts:

@GridGoddess: If Yn has a #1 fan, it’s Yuki for sure 🥹 #YukiYn

@RaceRomantics: The way they just… get each other? God when will it be my turn?!

@PitStopParadise: Can’t believe people judge her she’s literally my GOAT.

Amid the noise of judgment, Yn also felt a quiet source of strength growing, both from Yuki’s presence and her newfound resilience. She realized that her journey wasn’t for validation from fans or critics, but for herself.

That night, she and Yuki found a quiet corner at a small Monza restaurant, sharing stories over dinner as if it were just them against the world. When a few photos of them laughing surfaced online, fans noticed the quiet bond between them—an understanding that went beyond words. She deserves someone like Yuki, a fan tweeted, someone who’s her equal on and off the track.

With race day approaching, Yn’s focus intensified. Every lap around the circuit, every second shaved off her time, felt like her own triumph, undiluted by headlines or opinions. As she put on her helmet before practice the next day, she caught Yuki’s eye, and he gave her a confident nod.

Race day in Monza held a restless energy in the air, heightened by the sharp roar of engines and the flash of flags. Yn felt a pulse of determination beating through her, gripping the wheel with an intensity she hoped would carry her through the demanding laps ahead. As the lights went out, she carved her way through each corner, holding off fierce competition and securing a spot within the points. By the time she crossed the finish line, she could feel the relief of a race well-executed, even as she knew the spotlight would focus just as much on her demeanor as her results.

She made her way to the pit lane, pulling off her helmet and savoring the sounds of her team’s cheers, the satisfaction of another solid performance in the books. But as she looked around, her eyes fell on Yuki, who had also finished within the points but seemed to be reeling with adrenaline. His helmet was off, and his expression held a smirk of satisfaction that was more defiant than usual. Yn couldn’t help but laugh; she’d heard his radios during the race, the frustration and raw emotion that bled through his exchanges with his engineers. He’d been more aggressive on track than ever, pushing boundaries and holding his ground in a way she admired.

Yn walked over to him, smiling as he caught her eye. “Pushed it a bit today, huh?” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

Yuki shrugged, smirking in return. “Didn’t hear them complaining when it got us into the points,” he replied, unbothered. “Sometimes you have to ignore the noise and go for it.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Guess so,” she said, both of them knowing how different the reaction would be if she’d been the one shutting down her engineers with the same bite or cutting through the grid with that kind of aggression.

But as they made their way back into the paddock, social media was quick to start dissecting the race. Fans and analysts alike noted the sharpness in Yuki’s demeanor over the radio, his unabashed intensity on the track. Comments trickled in about his fierceness:

@F1Hearted: “Yuki’s intensity out there—exactly what we need. He was just defending his position like a champ.”

@GridGoddess: “Seeing Yuki hold his ground? No one could say he wasn’t going all-in today.”

@RaceForGlory: “Yuki letting out some heat on the radio… we love a driver who knows what he wants.”

But alongside these supportive voices, Yn saw a few familiar phrases creeping into her feed—posts from those who’d noticed the contrast. No one was labeling Yuki’s behavior as “too much” or “emotional.” No one was implying he lacked the control to handle the pressure. The familiar double standard sat in the back of her mind like a shadow, a reminder of how different things could look when she was the one showing that level of intensity.

@F1RaceQueen: “Funny how when Yuki goes full throttle, it’s ‘passion,’ but when Yn does it, they can’t wait to call her ‘too emotional’ or ‘out of control.’”

@EqualSpeed: “Imagine if Yn spoke to her engineers like that? Guarantee they’d be all over it in the media by now.”

@PitStopPrincess: “Yuki’s aggression: ‘Driven.’ Yn’s aggression: ‘Emotional.’ When are we gonna let her race with the same freedom?”

Yn didn’t need these comments to tell her what she already knew. She’d felt the double standard for years—how her every move, every calculated risk, came under scrutiny, analyzed and picked apart with an intensity that often felt like it wasn’t even about her driving at all. Sympathy’s a knife when they only want to use it to cut you down, she thought. Yet somehow, her every success only sharpened the blade.

Later, she found Yuki relaxing in the hospitality tent, still carrying that sense of accomplishment despite the edgy drive. She joined him, pulling out a chair and watching as he glanced over, eyes glinting with amusement.

“So… intense race today?” she asked, unable to hide a grin.

“Had to be,” he replied, shrugging. “They’ll get over it. We’re here to drive, not win any popularity contests, right?”

She smiled, but her gaze softened. “If only it were that easy. Sometimes it feels like we’re driving two different races, you know? You can go out there, push the limits, and they see it for what it is. For me… they don’t just want to watch me drive…”

Yuki’s face fell for a moment, and he gave her a sympathetic nod. “Trust me, I see it too. It’s messed up… the things they say about you, about how you handle yourself.” He sighed, crossing his arms. 

She took a breath, “I’m learning to tune it out. Most of the time, anyway.” She glanced up at him, managing a small smile. “But thanks for seeing it.”

Yn would be lying if she said that she wasn’t even just a little bit jealous of the other drivers on the grid. Sure, they too got their fair share of criticisms, but they were also afforded a lot more freedom than she was. They could push boundaries, show frustration, and even make mistakes without it being dissected into a commentary on their character or capability. They weren’t labeled as “emotional” or “out of control” for a bit of aggression or a curt radio message. Instead, their passion was seen as intensity, their mistakes as just a part of the game.

She knew it was because they were men, that their presence on the grid was never questioned, never viewed as something “out of place.” No one saw their outbursts as a threat or their ambition as too much to handle. They were allowed to be fierce, even volatile, because it was accepted as part of what made them great competitors. Meanwhile, she had to fight not only for her results but for the right to be seen as a competitor at all—without every emotion or misstep being judged under a microscope.

Sometimes she wished she had that same freedom to just drive, to let herself be ruthless without second-guessing every reaction, wondering how it would be spun or if it would become a talking point. She wanted the same unspoken allowance to be aggressive, to be a risk-taker, without it being a commentary on her “femininity” or a challenge to her professionalism. But instead, she had to keep a tight hold on every word, every expression, every surge of frustration, because the world was waiting, eager to box her in or define her by anything other than her skill.

The jealousy wasn’t rooted in resentment toward her fellow drivers but in a longing to be given the same space to race freely, to know that her drive, her ambition, her mistakes, and her success could simply be hers. And as she watched the other drivers on the grid, it became clear: she wanted nothing more than to be seen as one of them, an equal, no qualifiers attached.

[the-boney-rolls]

The Great Covid Beatles Binge, Day 2: Give My Regards to Broad Street

Hoo boy, here we go!

OK so we open with a stern/bored looking Paul stuck in traffic in the rain and it looks like he's spacing out... hey, Paul, are you starting to daydream? Paul? Is this whole movie about to be a dream, Paul? Oh god

This silly little car! The computer, the carpet, the pool ball gear shift. It's giving the 80's car version of the Beatles house in Help! It's also giving hyper-masculine in a way that is, I'm sorry, not convincing.

This plot is already deeply inscrutable. Something about some missing tapes, a reformed criminal that Paul knows somehow and trusts for some reason, and some ominous business men. Something bad will happen at midnight if the tapes aren't found. OK!

Ringo looks so cool and hot! That vest over that sick as hell dragon shirt. Yes. This scene is genuinely funny, too -- Ringo spends the entirety of "Here, There and Everywhere" and "Yesterday" searching through his mountains of drum equipment looking for brushes, only to find them too late. Apparently, the reason for this scene is that Ringo just didn't want to re-record old Beatles songs!

And now we have Paul, Ringo, George Martin and Geoff Emerick all together in a scene! Makes me think about how George Harrison apparently was a little miffed Paul didn't just call him to ask for filmmaking advice since it was something he had experience with. What could have been!

“Wanderlust” is such a great song, actually, damn.

“I’m not a bad boy, really. I’m just — er, manipulated” John??

Now this is more like it! Surprise Linda in drag, hell yes!

I don't know why this scene is happening? It's a rehearsal for... something? But I'll take it. I love "Ballroom Dancing" and I love vaudeville Paul.

I'm starting to feel like Paul's grandpa in AHDN, "so far, I've been in a train and a room, and a car and a room, and a room and a room." Did Paul's experience on that set define what a movie is to him? "Ah yes, a movie must include lots of transportation from one location to another and then some musical scenes." But dear, it worked because there were jokes! And all four of you to play off each other.

I.......... what

This is Silly Love Songs, of all things!

Again, I don't know why this scene is happening in the context of the movie. Is it another rehearsal for something? A music video? Television special? Who knows, Yoko! But OK here we go, I sure am having fun! Linda is extremely into it. That slap bass kills. There's a Michael Jackson impersonator for some reason? Sure! It makes no sense but I love this man and his bizarre beautiful mind.

So now we're doing band rehearsal in some kind of barn? Or abandoned warehouse? Or something? All of the plot of this movie seems to happen in dialog in cars en route to some ambiguous musical engagement.

“Do you think we can get some heat in here or are we practicing to be Canadians?” God bless you, Ringo.

“Should we try Not Such a Bad Boy” “Do we have to?” “Yeah” Bossy Paul bosses around a Beatle, we love to see it.

Is this song about him or John? 

The French horn player coming in late to record "For No One," inexplicably in a bright red motorcycle helmet, so late that he’s preparing up until right before the solo starts. Reminds me of that story of Ringo recording Hey Jude. But it also feels very symbolic of something. There are so many odd inscrutable details in this movie, it could almost be Lynchian in someone else's hands.

“We’re running, and running out of time too” It feels meaningful but I don't know how.

Hello Mr. Darcy! Wow, can I have an entire movie that’s just this Victorian dream sequence? Can we go back in time and do a Beatles movie period piece, please??

The strings in this which are inspired by but are not quite "Eleanor Rigby" are lovely. Apparently this whole sequence is called "Eleanor's Dream," which implies that Paul is Eleanor. Make of that what you will, I suppose.

I like that Linda is a pants-wearing photographer in this period scene. Linda's gotta Linda.

This strikes me as very Evil Beatles. Again, make of that what you will.

Barbara and Linda are acting the HELL out of this going over the waterfall scene damn.

I don't know, I could screen grab this entire segment, it's amazing, it's insane.

But I can't gloss over Paul being horny for Ghost Horse Girl Linda. Incredible.

"That’s it you’re finished. What are you gonna do now?" Well ok at least this one is pretty obviously a reference to the critical reception of his career after the Beatles and again after John.

"Uncle Jim" Ok so I guess this is supposed to be his dad, but what is the point of this scene? And why the monkey? The further I get into this film the more I feel like I am looking deep into this man's psyche but through the murkiest of windows. I'm here for the weird dream symbolism, Paul, but if you're gonna go that route, again go full Lynch and get even weirder.

Just the straight up original recording of "Band on the Run" feels out of place with all these re-records. I wonder why that choice.

His car license plate is "PM 1" That's right, baby, you're number 1.

Another little cute but inconsequential day dream (presumably within the dream that is this entire movie). He looks like Roy Orbison here.

Oh ok Harry was just locked in a cupboard this whole time. So the whole "plot" was pointless. Cool cool cool.

Paul and Harry being giddy and laughing together is cute though, and it makes me wish that that relationship was fleshed out more. Who are they to each other, exactly??

Yup it was all a dream. Love it, love that for us. Thanks, Paul.

OK so this was definitely barely a movie. There could have been something here, but I'll go back to what I said above -- I wish he'd gone weirder with the whole thing! And I wish Paul himself had been weirder. The character Paul is kind of a dud, just plodding along from place to place and only coming alive when he performs. It's like that Hawaiian shirt is supposed to be a stand in for characterization. But worth it for the music video scenes and for getting a tiny glimpse into Paul's psyche.

[lxndonorris]

tender touch - Dando

Lando Norris x Daniel Ricciardo (Dando) Theme: Smutish, Teasing, Touching prompt: "That wasn't part of the plan. But I'm not complaining." Daniel surprises Lando during an ice bath to congratulate him after qualifiyng word count: 1060+ taglist: @game-set-canet, @mcl4r3n @maxiel-jpg Editors note: I'm still a scrub writing driver ships, so if you have any tips, advice or something like that, feel free to tell me!

It's qualifying day, and even though the sun has already set, the heat is nearly unbearable. Lando managed to perform quite well and got 4th place, right behind two Ferraris and a Mercedes. He is happy and craves nothing more than an ice-cold bath. Luckily, all of the teams prepared that little treat for their drivers; it was the least they could do after wearing those racing suits inside their cars for over an hour.

Lando, stripped down to a pair of black swim shorts, makes his way toward the more secluded area hidden inside the paddock, where his personal ice bath is waiting for him. He asked for some alone time, just to chill and rest. It was an eventful qualifying, and he's so relieved to be performing the way he wants to.

One foot at a time, he enters the cauldron and lets out a long, guttural groan. All of his muscles, his skin, and his mind are aching for some short-term relief.

"Oh fuck." He growls as he lets his whole body sink into the water. It's a sensational feeling—his entire body is tingling blissfully, and shivers run down his entire back.

"Mhmm." Lando closes his eyes and makes himself comfortable before he dunks his head into the water. He's been sweating heavily, his hair is messy, and all he can think of is staying inside this cauldron for an entire week. That's how good it feels. Just chill and relax.

He emerges and struggles to keep his eyes open, but someone is standing right next to him—a bigger figure with a very familiar scent.

"There you are, Lando." Daniel's voice echoes through Lando's head, and he smiles. He runs a hand across his face and through his hair.

""Here I am." He growls deeply and proceeds to subconciously stroke his own chest just below the surface while he looks at him, standing there wearing his usual Alpha Tauri attire.

Daniel smirks and squats down, steadying himself against the cauldron so their faces are on the same level. "I was hoping to find you here." He says it softly and tilts his head.

"You found me." Lando licks his lower lip quickly before he moves in closer toward Daniel, so they are face-to-face now. The smell gets way more intense; it's Daniel's cologne, a very familiar, woody-aromatic fragrance. "What are you going to do now?" He mirrors Daniel and moves in even closer, so their lips brush over one another.

"Congratulate on P4." Daniel breathes right into Lando's mouth once he gasps before leaning in and kissing the man lovingly.

"Mhmm." Lando purrs, embracing these enticingly soft lips on his own. Unable to help himself, he reaches for Daniel, running his wet hand along his neck.

"Fuck." Daniel gasps, pulling his lips just inches away. "That's cold." He giggles quietly and stares into Lando's beautiful eyes.

Lando smirks and narrows his eyes. "Why don't you come in? It's much better here." He grins and lets his eyes wander all over Daniel's face, knowing that he also wants to cool down.

Daniel bites his lower lip and leans his head back. He is supposed to meet a few guys from his garage to celebrate the results as well, but he can't deny the temptation. "Fuuck." He growls again once Lando strokes his neck one more time, and more and more drops of cold water run down his neck.

"I wish I could, but..." He hesitates, but instantly Lando pouts and moves backward. Daniel, looking at his boyfriend's puppy-dog eyes, starts to stroke his own chest through his shirt. "Fuck it." He grunts, causing Lando to smile brightly.

Satisfied, Lando watches him undress. One piece at a time, Daniel exposes his beautiful physique until only his boxers remain. Mindlessly, he starts stroking himself again—his chest, his tummy, and even further down to his thighs.

Daniel knows how to put on a show, running his hands through his hair, his beard, and further down to his chest. He even flexes his biceps and shows off his well-trained form. He winks at Lando, who's visibly getting more and more into it with an open mouth and his hands hidden inside the water, touching himself gently.

"Fucking hot." He grunts as Daniel strikes a pose. His own boxers are giving away his excitement as well, and there is no way to hide it now.

Daniel's skin flushes with more and more color with every stroke of his own hand. "Just for you." He points at Lando, who is blushing now too.

Then, Daniel steps into the ice bath, and just like Lando before, he lets out a long, guttural growl. "This is amazing." He groans and sinks quickly.

"I told you." Lando says, and as Daniel leans his head back, embracing the cold water all around him, he moves in closer again, so he's right in front of him.

"That wasn't part of the plan." Daniel smirks. "But I'm not complaining." He kisses Lando once, then twice, with both of them embracing each other's bodies with their hands.

Lando feels hands all over him, running along his spine, his waistline, across his chest, his abs, and teasingly between his thighs. At the same time, he steadies himself against Daniel's firm body, feeling his heaving chest with every deep breath he takes.

"You're so handsome." Daniel breathes deeply, with his hands embracing the other's entire body.

"Daniel." Lando groans into his friend's mouth as the latter starts to feel the desire building up inside his swim trunks. Both of them slide a hand between their bodies, between their thighs, feeling each other's bulge grow immensely.

"Is this me?" He breathes down Lando's neck. "Or just the excitement for P4? Daniel's hot breath burns on his skin, causing him to let out a low, guttural moan.

"A bit of both." Lando regains his composure and lets his hands feel the chest some more—the hard nipples, the tensed muscles, and how Daniel's breath quickens with every little touch. "I'm glad you came." He is panting slightly as he starts to grind his hips against Daniel's hand.

"So am I." He smirks, and they both start to grind on each other, embracing one another fully.

"I missed you." Lando growls, running a hand through Daniel's hair lovingly.

Daniel, loving that gentle touch, gives in to Lando and hugs him. "I've missed you, too."

[pbandjesse]

Apparently it takes two nights away from home for me to lose my immunity to Sweetp because my eyeball has swollen shut and I am so snotty. But I am still, despite this, really happy to be home.

Last night wasn't the worst sleep. But having to leave the cabin to go use the bathroom was worse. It wasn't actually colder but I felt colder. Me and James had switched sides of the bed and that allowed them to cuddle me without as much arm discomfort, but I still struggle to fall asleep. Though I went to sleep much quicker this time. I would wake up a few times to traverse the woods. And my back was hurting still. But it was fine and I was able to mostly sleep through the night.

James woke me up around 830. And I slowly got up. They had mostly packed our items already and were already dressed. I went and brushed my teeth first before coming back to get cleaned up and changed. I was very much looking forward to getting a real shower at home later on. (Though I got really startled when James accident set our car alarm off just as I was walking by. Sorry to the other 3 camp sites, I'm sure it scared you too!!)

But I was in a good mood. I liked my outfit and my hair. I packed up my stuff. I only had one pair of underwear and an extra T-shirt dress that weren't used and I love when I pack the correct amount of stuff. And packing everything I had didn't take long.

I sat on the bed while James finished packing our bedding. I had a yogurt and a soda. And checked on the menu of the cafe in town James suggested. And when everything was packed up I asked James to walk around the camp loop with me for a little before we left. And it was really nice walking down to the water and showing James the weird smooth stumps and floating tree roots that looked like stilts. It was cold but we had eachother and that was enough.

After giving the last of our fire wood to the people at the cabin next to us and throwing the last of our trash in the dumpster, we were off.

We drove into snow hill. Which is a cute little town but it seems in the year or two since we've been they have had a lot of closures. But the cafe we went to was absolutely adorable and the food was good. Though the bread with my avocado toast wasn't sturdy enough and went soggy really fast. Ah well.

We got a little print out of their Dickens town event but it ended up mostly being a bust for a lot of their planned events. At least while we were there. It was supposed to start at 10 and we walked around the little downtown but we couldn't see anything happening. We went to the park where there was supposed to be some transitional craft demos and a holiday bizarre but there wasn't anything there? We thought maybe we were to punctual so we went back to the download part and went in some shops.

We found a model train store and James loves those. And while some of the individual trains were cool, I felt like the display was very incomplete. Like it was a lot of purchased vignettes but nothing was connected and there was a lot of bare table. I may just be spoiled by good set up but this was apparently something that's been in this building since 1997 so I felt it was lacking. Still fun to see James be excited about trains. I love seeing James excited.

We wandered around the antique store we had been to before but while I had fun looking, there wasn't anything I thought anyone would like as a gift so we didn't spend a whole ton of time there.

Instead we went back towards the park, figuring an hour after the start time would be something. But still no??

The only person there was the blacksmith. And he didn't even set his stuff up because he was also confused as to why no one else was there. It was very weird. But we ended up talking to him for a half hour. He handed me a bent nail puzzle (that we did end up buying) and I could not solve it on purpose. Though I did once by accident. Eventually he showed me how and I can almost always get it now. It is a fun little trinket.

He gave James a much more complicated one to try, and even after he showed us neither of us could get that one right. That one was $40 though and while it was a beautiful object, it was just to much for us today. We did get his information and he suggested some blacksmith guildes I could look into if I wanted to get back into metal work after I have baby. Really though it was just nice talking so someone so passionate about metal. He is also a professor with a doctorate in math so also a very smart cookie.

He could have kept us in the conversation for another half hour but I announced I was cold and ready to go. We wished him a happy holiday and we were off.

We went back to the cafe we started with to use their bathroom. I got a red velvet muffin for the road. And the we headed home.

The almost 3 hour drive felt very long. I don't know why it felt so much longer then normal but I was so ready to be home. I enjoyed James's company. We are candy and shared car snacks. Listened to podcasts. James quizzed me on baseball and we learned about stuff together. I was happy to be with James. But I really wanted to be home.

And eventually we were! We got back here at 230. I immediately went to find Sweetp and James brought everything inside. Me and Sweetp went out back so they could roll around on the concrete for a little. And once everything was in from the car I started putting things where they belonged.

It didn't take terribly long. We worked as a team. And once things were away I decided I needed to keep moving and I needed to work on rearranging the studio.

Eventually I want to build some kind of fake closet or a platform or something. I need to change the flow of the space and how you move through it from the front door. But that's a long way away type of project. Instead today I thought I would move some shelves. This ended up really making me feel better. Though at times I was a little overwhelmed.

When we lived in the apartment and I wanted to redo the studio layout I could move everything to the living room while I thought things through and brought stuff back in. But because of the layout of the house there isn't a great way to move everything out for that purpose. Plus the carpet makes it so much harder to slide things like furniture around.

So I just tired my best to work with what I had. I pushed stuff to the front door. I had James help take some stuff down off the wall so I moved move one of the old shelves there. James helped move the shelf when I couldn't slide it. I decided to take apart the cubby shelf again and make it just a collum of cubes and arrange the other wooden bookcase on an angle with the cubbies behind it. I also have James bring up the blue rug from the basement and having that dark color mirroring the ceiling mural, and the angle of the book case, I really felt so much better about how everything was looking. I felt much more settled.

Though this took almost 2.5 hours to do.

By the time I was done and me and James had worked together to get most things back in a home (except my fluffy fabric which I need to go through and fold in the next couple days) it was almost time to think about dinner.

I wasn't exactly hungry yet though so we had some chilling on the couch time. But still 6 we did get ourselves together to go get Matthew's for dinner.

And that was perfect. When we got there our favorite waitress, Grace, was back. We haven't seen her in forever and I was worried she didn't work there anymore. But she came right to us and was like "your normal order??" And she put it in right away. The other waitress was like oh she knew who you were right away. It was a to be seen is to be known is to be loved moment and it was so cute.

Me and James spent a lot of dinner talking about our budget and I set up my savings I have been working on to transfer to our shared account automatically. I tend to forget sbd James hates asking me and it makes them feel bad to ask their wife for money. So this is an easy fix. And hopefully by the time it starts to dwindle I will be back to work and won't have to worry about it. Right now we only have 4 total events in January so I am not going to have much to add to it. But hopefully I can find ways to add something. We will see how the month unfolds.

Dinner was excellent. There were two families with little kids with them and James was saying how excited they are to bring our baby to Matthew's. James is excited to do everything with our kid and that's so nice. I am struggling sometimes to feel like it's real and they will be here in an excited way. Like my rational brain thinks about them being here all the time but more of just how they will fit in. James is talking about the experience we will have having them there and seeing things with new eyes. It's nice that they express that to me. Makes me feel less alone.

James also told me today that they struggled talking about our baby with other people because she's ours. Like. She's our thing. No one else's thing. And I don't think I'm articulating that here well but I absolutely understood them in that moment. She's ours. No matter what anyone else's opinion is, we made her and we are going to have so much fun with her. I'm excited to find out who she is.

We got home around 7. Laughing and teasing. We came and laid upstairs. My allergies were starting to go off. James was editing on their laptop and I was just scrolling on my phone. Eventually James went to take a shower. And when they came back my eye was swollen shut. Horrible. I took meds and would also take as shower but even after eye drops it took most of an hour to be able to open my eye again.

So now I'm only sort of squinting. I have what I think is heartburn, or at least slight acid reflux. And I am just so incredibly tired. It's so nice to be back in our bed with our cat and complete control over the temperature.

Hopefully sleep comes easier tonight. Tomorrow our plan is to go to the punk rock flea market, get Sweetp a new collar (I did find his missing one outside but it's all jacked up), get groceries, and just have a nice Sunday together. I hope it all works out how we plan.

I hope you all sleep well tonight. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[bigdaddyjnuggs]

Torune Aburame x GN Reader

so I have noticed a lack of fics for my bug boys, so I have decided to take matters into my own hands. This is the first fic I have written in years and years so please don't judge it too harshly -- I have also never written smut before so please be nice. I am always open to suggestions and constructive criticism :)

18+ minors DNI

Things had been weird lately, there's no other way to say it. Your mentor, Torune, had been acting strange for a week -- being short with you when you were talking to him, avoiding looking at you, calling your sparring match off early. You couldn't help but wonder if there was something you had said or done that caused this behavior, but honestly, you couldn't think of a single thing. Torune was always so in-control of his emotions that this behavior today had you deeply worried and concerned -- not only that he was acting strange but that there was always the off-chance of Danzo catching wind of it and… well, who really knows what would happen then. Danzo was strict and wildly unforgiving about breaking his cardinal rules, so needless to say any kind of outburst or attitude or glint of emotion was fair game for punishment.

Your training and sparring sessions with Torune had always been very cordial: Torune could actually be a bit of a talker, with the two of you exchanging stories about your lives before Root, what your hopes were for Root, things you like and don't like. Torune was really a friend, you could count on him and tell him things and he would do the same for you. Today though, things were at the worst they'd been all week. There were no mutual conversations today. Everything you said seemed to bounce off a brick wall. You had never seen him talk the way he did to you today to anyone, but to be fair, it isn't like you spent every waking moment with him. Thinking back on conversations with Fuu you had overheard, Torune spoke very comfortably with him, as well. You suppose that everyone has an odd day -- but not everyone is in Root.

You were relaxing briefly in your room during some of your quite rare time off. For a moment, you had nothing to do; you had no missions to be on, no tasks to complete around the base, and Torune had already called off your training and sparring for the day. With so much time to think to yourself, you found that you really couldn't stop worrying about what was going on today, and you started to worry that your emotions would show too. Torune, Danzo, Fuu, and everyone in Root always touted that they had no emotions -- but is it really possible to get rid of all of your emotions? For you it wasn't. You experienced emotions daily and were just an expert on masking them from everyone around you. Even now, your constant worrying and anxiety was being expertly masked -- you showed no outside signs of distress and kept it cool, just like you were taught.

You were disrupted by a knock at the door. You turned to stand up from your bed to answer it, but saw Torune already standing in your doorway.

"Y/N -- I hope I am not intruding?" Torune asked.

"Oh -- Um, no you aren't," you said apprehensively.

"But?"

"I just -- I felt like things were a little bit tense today," you began. "I was just hoping to clear the air or --"

"Clear the air?"

"Yes -- or at least figure out what's going on so that I might help fix the issue or apologize or --"

"That is hardly necessary." Torune said flatly.

"See there you go again," you quickly quipped. "You're acting very strange today."

"Strange? I don't see how I am." Torune brushed you off. You actively had to hide your frustration as he disagreed with you. You took a breath and continued.

"You're usually so… nice to me? But today you've been so distant and short, I'm just confused on what I did to upset you is all." You looked away from Torune, feeling your face heating up from a combination of frustration, awkwardness, and the feeling you had from Torune being in your room.

"I… really did not think you would notice something like that, I apologize. I never should have let my emotions get the better of me like that. It is good advice to get rid of all of your emotions if you are able to, truly." You looked back at Torune only to see him looking away from you like he had been all morning.

"Torune?"

"Yes?" Torune looked back towards you.

"What emotions are you talking about? That you let get the better of you? Did I do something?" Torune stood for a moment in silence.

"… Yes, you could say that."

"That I did something? Torune, whatever I did I sincerely didn't mean to. I'm sor --"

"I did not mean that you needed to apologize." Torune stepped further into the room towards you.

"Well if I did something to upset you then I absolutely do need to apologize. You are my superior and I owe you an apology."

"Is that what I am to you?"

"My… superior? Yes you are?"

"Is that… all I am… to you?" Torune was right next to you now. You could feel your face heating up again, this time from how close Torune was to you… in your own room… alone.

"Torune, I don't understand. You are my superior --"

"These emotions I am cursed with now… it is your fault," Torune interrupted. "I have been thinking about things, about you."

"What about me?"

"You -- you are making things very difficult for me," You sat there in disbelief. Your mind began racing. Was Torune going to tell you he couldn't be your mentor anymore? Was Torune going to tell Danzo that you were having this emotionally charged conversation? You began to go down every avenue of overthinking there was when Torune spoke again. "Truthfully, you have complicated my life and I cannot say that I am upset. The truth is… the truth is difficult to say."

"Torune I just want you back," you could feel tears welling in your eyes. "I -- this week has been awful. When I talk to you it's like you'd rather be talking to anyone else. You called off our training today and it seems like you'd like to act like I don't exist."

"Y/N, that could not be farther from the truth," Torune sat on the bed next to you. "I am so sorry Y/N, but I believe I am in love with you." Your heart stopped. You replayed what Torune said in your head over and over. Did you hear that right? Him? In love with you?

"Torune, what?"

"I'm sorry to complicate things for you but this is how it is. I'm sorry if it is not what you wanted to hear." You thought back on all of the times you and Torune had trained together, all of the conversations, that small smile Torune would give you when you talked about your life. You felt tears falling down your cheeks and you let out a small sigh. You felt relieved that you had not done irrepairable damage to your relationship with Torune by being obtuse or by saying something foolish. After what felt like an entire minute, you spoke.

"Torune, I think I am in love with you, too." Now it was Torune's turn to sit in stunned silence. After a moment, you reached over and placed your hand over his gloved hand. he turned his hand over and held your hand properly.

"Danzo… Danzo can never find out. Nobody can find out. Are you prepared to have to live with this every day?"

"Of course." Torune leaned over and placed his lips on yours. His kiss was gentle and hesitant.

"Did that hurt you?"

"No, should it have?"

"I just had to be sure my insects wouldn't hurt you. I am grateful they are not." Torune kissed you again, this time forcefully and needy, much different than the first kiss. Torune did not break the kiss, instead he kissed you again and again. You finally felt a sense of relief and finally felt that things were as they should be.

You finally broke the kiss, gasping for air after what felt like an eternity. You could get absolutely lost in Torune, you were certain of it. You squeezed Torune's gloved hand just to feel it and know it was real. You kissed Torune again, needing to feel his lips on yours for every moment you can. the kiss grew hungrier every second and Torune's quiet moans were your signal to keep going. You let go of his hand and place your hand on his chest. The feeling of his toned chest and heartbeat racing under your hand was giving you a rush you could not replicate. You kissed him faster until he broke the kiss.

"Is this really okay? We don't have to go so far if you are not comfortable --"

"Torune, I need you."

That was all he needed to hear. He began to kiss you again and let his hands explore your chest. You moaned quietly as he lightly brushed his hands over your chest. Torune took this as a queue to keep going and touched your chest more firmly, making you gasp and break the kiss.

"Is this okay?"

"Yes, please, Torune. Do whatever you want to."

"Would you… take off your clothes?" You laughed at Torune's awkwardness and being so forward. You removed your clothes as he asked and threw them in a pile on the floor. Torune sat in awe of you for a moment before whispering a series of 'you are so beautiful' and 'you are gorgeous' and any other iteration of compliments he could come up with while his mind was still in a haze from your kiss. Torune began to take off his clothes. He threw them in the pile on the floor but left his gloves on.

"I am concerned that I will not have perfect control over my insects -- if anything begins to be painful you have to tell me immediately so I can help you." You nodded your head and pulled Torune back onto the bed. You kissed him feverishly and passionately. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and you put yours in his. You kissed deeply and let your hands roam his body. Nothing was painful and there was no sign of any insects causing any problems. You reached your hand down and gently touched his cock, hard from the make out session and body exploration the two of you had been engaged in currently. Torune moaned loudly, not used to the new sensation of someone else touching him so intimately.

"Aah, I am -- sorry -- I will be quieter, I would hate for someone to overhear --" you cut him off, crashing your lips into his again. You began to gently stroke his cock as he quietly moaned into your kisses. He placed a gloved hand on your breast and began to massage it, eliciting quiet moans from you.

"Torune -- Aah, Torune --"

"I love the way my name sounds when you say it like that."

"Torune!"

"You -- do you want to --"

"Yes, please."

You pulled away and let Torune lay down. You straddled him and leaned down for a kiss.

"I have to tell you, I have never done this before," Torune admitted. "But I want to do it with you."

"I'll take good care of you, Torune," Torune smiled at this. His sweet small smile you have come to love so much. The smile that leaves you weak.

You positioned yourself about him and guided his cock inside of you. You guided him in slowly, allowing him to get used to the sensation and allowing yourself a moment to stretch out to fit him. After a moment, you started to move slowly. Torune moaned quietly and grabbed your ass, keeping his hands on you as you slowly moved up and down.

"You -- aah -- are just perfect…"

You picked up the pace and began to bounce up and down faster and harder. Torune kept babbling praises and compliments to you:

"You are so beautiful." "You are so wonderful." "You fit me just perfect."

You continued on steadily, taking in the sights and quiet sounds Torune was making for you. It seemed like everything you did was exactly what he wanted -- even though he had no experience. With the overwhelming emotion of the evening, you were already rapidly approaching your climax from so little actual activity.

"Torune -- I think I'm going to --"

"Yes -- yes, really?"

"Fuck, yes, Torune -- I'm gonna -- fuck!"

Your climax hit you hard. You moaned a little too loudly for comfort, prompting Torune to capture you in a kiss. You gently rode out your high, kissing Torune deeply and holding his hands above his head. After your orgasm had passed, you began to ride him again. Torune couldn't hold back his small moans and praises for you.

"I -- I am in love with you," Torune breathed. "You are -- hah, you are too fucking good to me." You felt your face flush more than it already was at the sound of Torune swearing. You could hardly believe what you were hearing.

"I am in love with you, Torune."

Torune's grip on your ass tightened and his breathlessness was increasing. You could tell he was approaching his limit. You leaned down and kissed him. He kissed back more hungrily than before, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. Torune was rapidly coming undone beneath you.

"You want to come for me?"

"Oh -- fuck -- yes, please!"

"Please come for me, Torune."

And that was all it took. Torune covered his mouth to muffle his yell as he reached his climax inside of you. You slowly stopped moving and leaned down to capture him in a kiss. This kiss was chaste and gentle, unlike the hungry and needy kisses from before. Torune broke the kiss to catch his breath before speaking.

"I am so grateful you are not hurt," Torune spoke between pants. "If Danzo ever found out about this --"

"Danzo won't find out, I promise," Torune smiled at you. "You know, you have the most beautiful smile I have ever seen."

"I could say the same about you."

[dragon-queen21]

hey :) ! I saw your kuma bear agere edits a while ago when I was browsing through the kb tag and thought, “huh. That’s pretty cool” and didn’t think much of it. After some weeks, I would be thinking about it again and go to search for it. I felt strangely happy? Like, yeah, this makes sense. Yuna would probably do that cause of everything that has happened. So, now I’m asking this after pondering it for a couple months. The point of all this is: do you mind sharing some hcs you have about kuma bear? Or some edits. Anything really, it can even be about someone other than Yuna or about her relationships with anyone else. I just feel really happy when I see someone else enjoying kb and making edits and stuff. If not, thanks for posting your kb edits :). I really like them! Have a nice day ^^

dbsjbdjdbksnsi You have no idea how long I have waited for the chance to ramble about Kuma bear :D I know theoretically I could have done so at anytime without prompting but still

This ask is so dear to me you have no idea, thank you so much, this made my whole week! Anyways!

Regressor Yuna headcanons

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~You can’t tell me that Yuna wouldn’t have severe trauma considering she’s been on her own for so many years and her parents genuinely just didn’t care where she was or what was happening to her.

~Yuna probably would have regressed a couple times before she got summoned to the other world but never actually knew what it meant. Probably vent regressing when she got too lonely. Maybe she researched a couple things online and found the term age regression and just brushed it off because, “well that couldn’t be me, I don’t have childhood trauma I must just be over tired.”

~Then when she meets Fina and her family and everyone else it just suddenly hits her like “oh. I had a really bad childhood huh? This is what a loving family’s supposed to be like.”

~After that she has a harder time not regressing whenever she gets back from a mission just from the overwhelming feeling of love and safety

~So Yuna gains the ability to turn Kumayuru and Kumakyuu into cubs. I forgot what she does to earn this power so I’ll instead share the idea that has been rotating around my head. She gains the power due to accepting her own regression.

~Yuna carrying around her bear cubs everywhere with her when she's small like they’re stuffed animals.

~Making childhood snacks like pudding and needing someone to tell her when regressed to stop eating desserts or she’s going to make herself sick

~The shyest little cub whenever she’s regressed. I feel like she’d trust Fina if she tried to coax Yuna out of her room but otherwise she just hides away.

~Fina doing her best to watch over Yuna when she’s small. She'd would definitely know how to look after her considering she took care of Shiri for years. And if Yuna gets really embarrassed she just tells her that it’s her way of making it up to her for all of the things she’s done. (Also Fina would probably be a regressor too but that’s for another post entirely)

~Probably made a bunch of little gear for herself but is 90% of the time too embarrassed to use it and even less so around anyone.

~Fina and Noa being very proud at being the “older siblings” whenever Yuna is small.

~Cliff is 100% father figure material for Yuna while she's small. Noa probably mentioning something about Yuna regressing and Cliff just going into protective father mode.

I have a lot more thoughts for this series (lot of found family material tbh) but I am going to cut myself off here before this post gets any longer than it already is <3

[a-pale-azure-moon]

Random TotK Thoughts #3

How am I supposed to save Hyrule when there's so many distractions? I'm only now starting another regional phenomenon (the Gorons) after activating all but one of the towers, doing all the Great Fairy sidequests and doing more of Penn's sidequests. I'm up to 56 shrines completed and over 100 Koroks found. It's impossible not to get sidetracked in this game and both I love it and hate it. xD

I also collected the next three Dragon Tears. (I consulted a spoiler free guide to make sure I got them in order, if you're curious.) And wow...I sure got my wish for a demonstration of Rauru's powers, and I was not disappointed.

-I've found a couple of those "Eventide" shrines and yikes are they a pain. Two of them weren't that bad, but the one I found where it was pitch darkness? A very bad time! Took me three tries. I can't wait to see how much worse they get. /s

-I much prefer how they handled the Great Fairies in this game. I didn't get to the 4th fairy in BotW until very, very late, since she was way in the desert and cost 10,000 Rupees. The sidequests were fun and they're easy to do even with minimal health and equipment.

-I want to explore the sky more, but it's too hard to get around between islands. I guess this is my enticement to go into the Depths so I can upgrade my batteries (which is a priority but again....too many distractions!)

-I resent that the game made me hold the idiot ball when "Zelda" was kidnapped, and then the disguised Yiga mocked me for falling for it. [eyeroll] Nintendo does love to troll players that way.

-Ditto for the "Zelda" we see with Yunobo. It's a little insulting how the game is trying to convince me she's turned evil when it's also shown me that she's thousands of years in the past. The present day Zelda is clearly an imposter, either another Yiga or something similar.

-I love how Memory 4 starts, giving us our first look at non-mummified Ganondorf looking menacingly at Hyrule and declaring that he will make it bow before him. His design is awesome, and I especially like how he contrasts with Link. Ganon's just huge, a tall and broad wall of muscle, and Link's a tiny little shortking. Who will soundly kick his ass.

-I also love how the generic soldiers and Zelda are (rightly) freaking out about a swarm of Molduga, and Rauru barely moves faster than a brisk walk as he approaches the ledge. And then he wordlessly fires off his Holy Hand Grenade and obliterates all the Molduga. You can tell even Ganondorf was impressed.

-I guess that scene also definitively answers my question about how Rauru's third eye works.

-Memory 5 was a nice callback to Ocarina of Time and I appreciated the homage. I was also deeply relieved that the writers didn't make Rauru suddenly hold the idiot ball and instead made this more of a "keep my enemies closer" situation. It comes across as mildly arrogant or naive at worst, but it doesn't make Rauru look outright foolish.

-I enjoyed Ganon's passive-aggressive "compliments" and how Rauru gave him an almost bored brush off.

-So the Zonai are already nearly extinct, with just Rauru and Mineru left? What happened to the rest of them? Did they really come from the sky originally? How long had they been living on the surface before Hyrule was founded? (The ruins in the present suggest a long time.) Where do their Secret Stones come from? I want to know all of these things!

-It was completely unsubtle how the camera lingered on the Secret Stones, particularly Sonia's. I'm sure that's not significant.

-Memory 6 was so wholesome. Zelda was so cute with the way she gushed over Link, and Sonia and Rauru both sounded like amused parents teasing her about her very unsubtle crush.

-It's also a nice callback (call forward?) to what Rauru's ghost said to Link at the end of the tutorial.

-Finally got a clear shot of the cool Triforce tattoos on Sonia's wrists too. How does the Triforce fit into this continuity anyway? We know it exists because we saw it when Zelda used her powers in BotW, and there's Sonia's tattoos and the conspicuous triangle pattern on Rauru and Mineru's shawls (and the fringe on nearly everyone's clothes as well). It's so weird how neither of these games have mentioned such an iconic object in the Zelda mythos by name, and have only made vague visual allusions to it.

[swiftsaltsweet]

Wednesday Season 2: Hyde in the Shadows

Episode 2 Intermission 2: Wednesday’s Letter #2

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Characters: Wednesday and Enid (ft returning chars and new OCs)

Pairing: Wenclair

Important info: VERY Slow Burn, Canon Compliant (with season 1), read A/N For more details on everything.

Summary:  Stalking, murders, troubling visions, sins of the past, and a little bit of kidnapping. Wednesday’s start of the second semester isn’t a normal one, but when is her life ever “normal?” Wednesday has new mysteries to solve and catastrophes prevent, with the help of her overly enthusiastic roommate Enid, she just has to deal with some annoying relatives first.

Other Sites: AO3 and Fanfic.net

                                      Wednesday Season 2:

                                      Hyde in the Shadows

                     Episode 2 Intermission 2: Wednesday’s Letter #2

Dear Enid,

      As I open yet another one of your letters, I feel as if I am being assaulted by sparkles and rainbows but in text form. I do not know how you do it, but your letters always come off as if they are screaming. But I suppose that is what makes them memorable.

As much as I love to learn, I feel that I may need to give you a crash course of your own. Both of you.

Very well I will not implicate you but do be prepared to be an accomplice in the near future. If caught, we can both perjure ourselves in front of the high court.

I will keep that in mind.

Charming, I am sure.

I will see what I can do, but I would not get your hopes up. These sorts of events tend to go on for a while and attendance is mandatory.

I noticed you forgot to include your full moon antics. I have always been curious about the mechanics of ‘wolfing out.’ Did anything happen while you transformed? Or did you kill someone and are trying to cover it up? Either way, your secrets are safe with me. The only thing I ask for in exchange is the gruesome details.

                                                                      Regards,

                                                                       Wednesday

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A/N: Me writing Wednesday’s letters: It’s my business email voice! Standby for for a bonus episode dropping by later today~! ;D Also, I’m going to be changing up the intermissions juuuuuust a tad (they’ll be longer, and we’ll see the chars reactions)

What I think is funny with Wed and Enid is that: Wed is actually serious about crimes, and Enid is like “haha yeah sure” and not serious at all in what Wed is saying. I love a dipshit comedy routine. (but when it comes down to it, Enid is like “Gdi best friends help hide dead bodies!” kinda gal). I didn’t have a fun fact relating to THIS chapter, but I just watched another ep of the 60s show and found a similarity from a previous chapter! (Retrospective) Fun Fact 1: In the 60’s ep, Thing is Missing (spoilers for that ep btw), Thing goes missing and there’s a ransom for him. The ransom is in a cemetery, and when the person goes to drop off the ransom, they are met with a hand (just a hand) coming out of the ground (and taking the ransom). We don’t see it (I’m not sure if the 90s remake ep shows it atm, if it does, I’ll make another retrospective fun fact). (Unrelated) Fun Fact 2: Not related to what’s going on in this season (but is related to the above fun fact), but I thought it was cool. There’s a brushing scene at the beginning of the Thing Is Missing ep, and having watched the 70s sequel TV Movie, it also features that same brushing scene as a call back. Just thought the call back was cool. 8U

[ask-the-mailman]

to any of the ethans we haven't talked to yet; how fo you feel about this place?

( Strawberry Milk Ethan looked over before looking at their brothers again, asking a silently question before turning around complete ) " We like it so far.. its different but also the same in a way! " ( They said happily for them and their brothers besides poison )

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( Cupcake Ethan hummed, having a finger on her chin as if she was thinking, then she looked down at you to answer ) " it's rather plain, but I like it! Could use more candy though— "

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( Ethyn stared silently before just shrugging ) " It's not different from my world, so I'm not too sure on what to say ! " ( She answered, now dragging you to her room ) " Anyway, let's go play games now! "

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( Yandegire scoffed, lowering the knife he had pinned at your neck before pushing Yangire away ) " what's it to you anyway? hoping we're all having a good time so you won't worry? " ( They glared at you before Yangire pushed Yandegire back with a hand to yans face ) " we're fine! it's normal here, there isn't much to say. goodbye now! " ( He slammed the door )

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( Priest Ethan raised an eyebrow while stopping his movement of patting your head ) " well.. it's certainly something here, nothing too different! I just hate that pesky demon though.. why did they make me share a room with him.. " ( He sighed, patting your head again when he heard a thud behind you both, an offended 'hey' being heard shortly after )

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( Cupid turned to look at you as God Ethan brushed loves hair ) " Oh! How i feel? i feel great here! It's nice and cool! I personally— " ( Lov then proceeded to ramble, causing God Ethan to giggle )

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( Gem looked at you as he stood straight next to a warp pod ) " How I feel? Um, it's very different! In a good way i mean.. My diamond and I used to visit earth a lot even if it was way different than this one, so I'm accustomed to it! " ( He shuffles his feet ) " May I go now? "

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( Darling Ethan only stared blankly. ) " how else am I supposed to feel? different? Its just the same. "

( Brazilian Ethan elbowed him and waved at you ) " it's cool here! Wish I was back home though, to be honest. Kinda getting home sickness! "

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( ??? Ethan looked at you from a very large distance and shrugged, too uninterested to really answer )

( Ime Ethan(lucifer) sighed and turned to you from his seat ) " It's normal. Just normal. " ( She said and promptly picked up a knife from inside their sleeve ) " Now will you leave or do I have to use this? "

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( AD!Mailman simply walked away before you could even ask the question, Mayor Mailman following after apologetically ) " Its cool! " ( He said in a raised voice before walking away completely )

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( omo ethan maintained eye contact with you before starting into the camera, choosing to not speak )

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" Uh..? Normal? For like any ethan who's not drastically different? " ( Hanahaki ethan said, ticked off as his leg started bouncing ) " Why are you asking everyone anyway? " ( They asked, their irritation getting worse the more she stays seated ) " This is stupid, get out. "

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( Ahodere Ethan wasn't found, maybe its because he's lost? uh oh.. )

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( SCP ethan merely continued to cuddle you, not worrying about anything in the world.. head empty, no thoughts... )

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( MH Ethan stared at you in shock, how did you even find his room— coughing, he answered ) " its nice? "

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( Gacha ethan and pony ethan only hid behind sans ethan, opting to not answer ) " * ah.. sorry! " ( Sans Ethan said, sweating a little )

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( Plush, Cloud, Shipper, Moth and Moth keeper were sleeping, they had got here recently and were tired from the transportation )

[astingliamberry]

University Talk

Looking at University has always been a bit of a struggle with me, I never knew what I wanted to do, and I found difficulty when it came to what exact course I would like to study. I wanted to do something similar to the course I am currently on and writing this for. I wanted to do something to do with model making even maybe prop making for movies and tv shows. I really love the idea of making realistic models for a living, this is something I have recently fell in love with but I fell in love hard. After making that really cool mountain model a year ago, the dry brushing the painting it was just so perfect. I couldn't believe I made something so cool, I was so shocked that I could create something so realistic so easily. I liked drawing but it didn't feel like me anymore, it felt like I was doing it for someone else. Making a model felt like something I was doing for me. Back on track to university talk.

A person came in to tell us about UAL a university of 6 collages of different category's of creative courses. There's buildings all based around fashion, graphic design and more! She went on about the kind of courses each building has by listing and talking about what courses are available for people to take and what they entail. Like if you were doing graphic design they had multiple courses focusing on specific graphic design like climate graphic design which specifically is graphic design for social issues like climate change, the healthcare system and anything like the trans healthcare system too. I really like this course and have been considering it a lot. It was only mentioned because I asked about the difference between graphic design and graphic communication. The difference between the two is that graphic communication is more worrying about the communication that the artwork brings across like the message its supposed to bring. Graphic design is about creating things for graphics like making a font or something similar like making a simple illustration of a person. I did graphic design in high school as well as art and I loved it. It was a load of effort and very hard but I loved it. I loved both courses that I went out my way to do at the same time because I was creative in both ways. The graphic design course had no women on it, only cis men and me a trans man. I was isolated but god it was worth it learning everything I did. The art class was a good mix even though I had a run in with my teacher being transphobic I had a good time and I learnt a lot. She may have gotten herself fired but I still learned an unbelievable amount. I love both things and I want to learn both but for university I have to choose between model making and graphic design. I wrote a few notes on it so I could look back at it later. I wrote down a course called graphic media design that seemed to have a bit of both when she explained it.

She talked about student finance, apparently the debt isn't as hard hitting as its described in media. People go on and on about how painful student debt is but they probably are basing this on American student debt which is criminal how much they expect you to pay. In comparison to the amount that you pay for british university. I want to do university because I want to experience something like this, a university sounds like such a fun and educational experience. I honestly don't care if they are skimming off the top of my wage a little bit if it means I get to experience university and all it has to offer.

I also like the idea of living in a big town, living in a small town as a trans man is hard. Not everyone understands you so they turn to hate, and due to Rishi Sunak it has become a safe space for transphobia because they can say: "The prime minister said it was ok and so did Elon Musk so it must be ok." But unrelated, I just want to move to a big town where I can blend in to the crowd of other people who are experimenting with their gender identity. I am a wear London is very expensive but the salary lines up with the cost of living so, I will happily move there when I get the chance. I keep thinking about my life in dorms and my life as a university student and I just love it, I love the idea of making art for a living and maybe I will discover what job I exactly want to do. I keep mixing between all different kinds of jobs and deciding what ones I want to do and the idea of freedom with a safety net is pretty cool.

[lucidrims]

     " ah, i suppose that's a sign that i should just save my money for now. i really don't see any use for a car at this point. " kaori chuckles, accepting naeun's answer. " indeed ! i am. i'd like to think my korean's gotten a lot better. i've been around here for 4 straight years after all. " flashing her a toothy smile, the make-up artist was proud of herself at how she's gotten better at the language. snorting at her comment about the cleaners, she nods, " you're right. but i guess. . i just don't want to be the reason why they need to clean more, you know ? " her point was very valid, but it really showed just how different their viewpoint was in life. not that kaori minds, working with all sorts of people and personalities every day, she's more of an open-minded person.

" no right ? well, your friend did mention that you were looking for someone to help out last minute so, hopefully next time, i won't be a last-minute choice. but the choice is yours, of course, you'll be the judge when i'm done with your make-up look. " at this point, she's in the blending process of the eye shadow look, making certain it looks as seamless as possible. " it's so tricky, no ? finding your calling in life. i feel like even though i have, i've been feeling quite burnt out these days. i've found myself wondering if like, this is really something i want to do for the rest of my life. i'm also a content creator on the side and i gotta be honest, i'm enjoying that as well. " she shares, wiping away all the excess powder that fell off on naeun's cheek, her touch light as she uses a big brush to swipe it all off, but taking her sweet time doing so. " i see what you mean. those are the usual go-to's huh ? that's cool. i'm actually now really interested to go see the cafe ! is it nearby ? i might as well visit the cafe tomorrow or something. it is my day off during then anyways. "

She shakes her head as an answer before opening her mouth. "Nope. I have a license, but I don't like driving because... Well, like you said, the traffic can be ridiculous." And her patience isn't the greatest when it comes to waiting. Especially when she's in a hurry. "And I don't know anything about cars." She just thinks some of them look cool, that's it. Naeun briefly opens her eyes to look at the other, curiosity peaking. "You're from Japan?" She asks. She can ask that as a client, right? She can. How else she's supposed to get to know her? "This might sound mean, I don't intend it to be mean, but... Isn't it their job to clean it? That's what they get paid for, so I wouldn't feel too bad." Oh god, she sounds like one of those people she never wants to sound like. Those people who think they're higher than the rest of the people because of their status.

It's a perfect moment for her to hide her smile and chuckle after hearing her words, immediately moving her hand away when she's back to touching her face. "I should say that to you. You're telling me they always come to you and this is the first time I've heard about you? Unbelievable." She gasps dramatically at the end of her words, shaking her head in disbelief, but her act is ruined when she laughs alongside the other. Hearing about her struggles with not knowing what to do after graduation, she could relate to that. "I had the same issue. Which is why I took a year - long break from everything." It was a year full of partying and getting into trouble. It was a wild year, but much needed. "But I'm glad you sort of found your calling." The little squeal she lets out startles her, causing her to open her eyes and look at Kaori with a hint of amusement in her eyes. "I had those options, but... They seem sort of stereotypical to a person whose parents have power. So I wanted to surprise people with my choice. I still get to attend events and live the luxurious life, while also doing my own thing." She tells, brushing her hair back a little while talking.

[smolweeblets]

Rainy days

Luisa Madrigal x GN reader

A/n: here is fic i promised i actually didnt abandon it omg 😍😍. Okay but seriously im proud off this fic it turned out way better than expected, endings a lil eh but better than nothing hahshsah anyways ill shut up so you can enjoy.

-You first met Luisa when she was getting her door, she was about to get herself a snack when she saw you stuffing yourself with all kinds of food.

-She approached you carefully and tried to start a conversation, something about you made you approachable to her.

”Hey there-”

”Huh-?... O-oh hiya” you greeted sheepishly while wiping sk e crumbs off your face.

“Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yea, I am! You're Luisa right? The one who just got your power?”

“Yep, that's me” She beamed.

“Wow, I'd love to have your powers, I'd beat up all of the bad guys” you said enthusiastically.

“Woah, that's a cool idea, but i have the powers… so maybe you'll be my sidekick and we'll defeat all the bad guys together.”

You let out a gasp and nodded you head excitedly. “That would be so amazing, wanna do that now?” You had stars in your eyes from how excited you were, and you looked at Luisa expectantly.

“Hell yea! follow me we can go play in my room”

-After running over and practically begging your parents for permission, you went on your way and played the night away. This was the start of your blooming friendship.

-You both more or less grew up and did everything together. You frequently helping her with tasks, and her keeping you safe from whatever situation you found yourself in again.

-Luisa was the first one to catch feelings, she noticed them when you were around 13 and she was 12.

-It was a day where you wouldnt really expect rain, where the sun was out and shining one second and the next there's rain that seems to have materialized out of nowhere. So, early on that day Luisa was tasked with doing her jobs, as she usually is.

-The weather was nice and sunny when she went out, a perfect day to work. After a few hours it began to darken, Luisa just brushed it off, not keeping track of time and continued on with her work.

-A light drizzle started and she wasn't very near much shelter, a moment of scanning her environment and she bolts off to the nearest tree.

-It wasn't until she got to the tree that she saw you, also seeking shelter from the sudden drizzle.

-You were previously attempting to climb the tree, and you would have been successful if it weren't for the rain.

“Y/n?”

“Oh! Luisa hi!”

“What are you doing here?”

-You were slightly embarrassed to answer but Luisa was your best friend so you quickly brushed the thought off.

“Eheh, i was trying to climb this tree”

“Huh? Why? I never thought you liked doing stuff like these”

“Well… some boys were being mean and said I couldn't even climb a tree so i went to prove them wrong”

“That wasn't very nice of them, who were they? I'll be sure to teach them a lesson when I see them next time” Luisa was frowning and not happy at all that people were making fun of you.

“Eh it doesn't matter, i dont remember anyways, all that matters is that theyre wrong.” You let out a little “hmph” at the end.

“I would've been successful if it weren't for this rain too”

“Hehe you're right, but man i sure hope this rain doesn't last long, i have stuff to do”

-You look at Luisa, surprised shes still thinking about working in a condition like this. Rain pouring and the skies gray. You decide to ask her why she does all this for no kind of reward in return.

“Hey Luisa, why do you have to work so much-?”

-A moment of silence, or rather a moment of hearing nothing but the rain pattering on the ground.

“Well, I guess I do it for my family and for the town…”

“Don't you ever get tired of helping everyone?” You glance at her, a serious look on your face. “Like, most times i see you now you're doing some form of work, before it was just small tasks but now doesent it get tiring?”

“I-” “well, i suppose i does but if i dont then people will get mad at me”

“Oh man well, try to get them to understand because you get tired too and they need to understand that”

“It- AHH” A large boom of thunder interrupted her answer making her jump and cling on to you.

“Oh my god- Luisa are you okay?” You ask with worry in your voice. The poor girl tries to calm down for a moment, her heart still beating quickly but your voice soothens her temporarily.

-A few seconds of her just clinging to you and trying to gather herself.

“I-im good now, i think” She breathes out as she slowly loosens her grip.

“You scared me there,” You chuckle. “I never would've thought the big and strong Luisa would be scared of some thunder, especially considering your aunts gift”

-She blushes at your teasing, eyes furrowing but her mouth in a crooked smile.

“To be honest ive never really experienced her thunder up close, and when she does its no where as loud as this”

“Huh, I didn't know that '' You shrugged. “Also im not done with the our conversation earlier, you really should take a break someday”

-She sighs defeatedly and her shoulders drop slightly.

“Alright alright, ill ask abuela if i can take a break tomorrow”

-Your mouth curls into a smile, your cheeks lifting up and your eyes twinkle. “hehe good, lets use all that time to have fun” “i say lets go search for bugs, what do you think?”

-No response, but Luisa stares at you for a moment.

-Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was because sitting under a tree huddled together is romantic, or maybe for no reason at all, Luisa stops to think for a moment. To think about you, how much you care for her and all the little things that show it. Frequntly asking her to take breaks, always worrying and always looking out for her even though she was at least ten times stronger than you. It made her heart swell.

-She didn't know why, but she felt like if she was with you she could do anything. She felt like she was even more powerful when you werer by her side.

-Luisa notices only now the extent of your beauty, how your face effortlessly looks so bright and happy, your smile that never fails to make her feel better, the stunning way you wear your hair, the little actions you do when you're feeling a certain emotion. Her gaze on you right now was one of pure love, shes never experienced this feeling before and yet it feels so right, its like from the moment she was born, she was supposed to be doing this, right now with you.

-It hit her like a truck. She was in love, and madly at that. Oh lord she thought.

I'm not ready for this. I dont know how to confess- what is I mess up? what if they only see me as a friend??? what if-

“Hey Luisa, you good? I think you've been zoned out for like 3 minutes now” You checked in as you snapped your fingers at her face.

“O-oh, yeah i'm good i've just been… thinking.”

“Yea, you've been staring at me the entire time” “you got a crush on me or something?”

“Heh as if, only crush i know is me crushing you at racing”

“I'd totally win if you didn't have your gift” Your eyes rolled playfully and you had a grin on your face.

“Know what, i'll race you tomorrow if you've asked your abuela for a break and when the ground is dry”

“Oh you're on, prepare to be beat by the amazing Luisa Madrigal!” Luisa didnt care if you didn't reciprocate her feelings, for now she only cares about being your best friend, and that's more than enough for her. One day she might think of confessing but currently, the only thing she's worrying about is whether or not she'll go easy on you in your race.

A/n .2: if u enjoyed that my reqs are still open give some please 😭🤞