#i don't think i'll ever be able to listen to it without crying now

[neverendingford]

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[yawnderu]

Lorelei — Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader | Part I

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Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

''So you're just goin' to sit there and tell me that isn't my daughter.'' Simon says bluntly, tone even yet carrying a snark hidden that you came to listen so many times after working with him— never once directed at you until now.

''It's really none of your business, Ghost.'' You don't even spare a glance at him, simply looking at your little girl, fingers gently running through her short hair. She looks exactly like Simon, though that will never take away your love for her.

''You're not denyin' it.'' He hesitantly sits down next to you, secretly afraid you'll bite his head off. The glare you shoot his way is enough confirmation that you would if you could. You sigh softly, the air leaving your lungs before being sucked back in, not wanting to argue in front of your little girl despite her not understanding words yet.

''Well, what's it to you? Why do you need to know?'' I can't handle you leaving me again.

''Don't be like that.'' His tone is soft, almost pleading. It has been over a year since he broke up with you, yet that doesn't make the loss any easier, not now that he knows he has a daughter, no matter how much you tried to hide it from him.

''Why didn't you tell me?'' He asks gently, feeling like he's walking on eggshells. It's the first time ever he feels that way with you, and he doesn't blame you in the slightest. It takes a few seconds of you thinking before you answer.

''I was terrified of you choosing to walk away from her... to be a deadbeat. I didn't want to have that image of you, because that would have hurt more than the break up.'' Your voice is more calm, though for all the wrong reasons. The familiar tingling all over your nose is back, eyes stinging as you try to hold back tears, too prideful to cry in front of him again.

''That's what you think o' me?'' He replies in nothing but pure disbelief and slight disgust. He would never walk away from his child, no matter how much that would destroy all the walls he has been building for years, stones upon stones carefully piled on top of each other, so strong nothing could ever break through— until you came along.

''I was fucking scared, okay?'' You look away and wipe your eyes with one hand, the other one carefully supporting the neck of the baby on your lap. Simon sighs, his bare hand hesitantly reaching down to trace the features of the tiny girl, being careful with her as if she would break if he applied any pressure. He notices your eyes glued to his hand, eyebrows furrowed. He's about to move his hand away until you adjust the little girl so he can touch her face without the awkward angle.

''Give me one more chance. Please— please, let me be a father to her.'' Simon never begged for anything, not even when he was tortured for months to no end, drugged, beaten like a dog, yet here he is; begging his ex for a chance to keep the girl in his life. You don't reply.

''I'll do everything I can. What I should've done. I want to be here, please.'' He was so damn ready to get on his knees and beg if that's what it took for you to let him be involved in her life. He's not asking you to be together— he knows he doesn't deserve that chance.

''She's looking at you like she knows you.'' Your response is ominous to say the least. You want to deny him, to tell him he doesn't even deserve to be able to touch the little girl you birthed alone, that he doesn't deserve the chance at a family after he destroyed 4 years of a relationship because of the very same thing, but... your little girl is looking up at him with pure admiration and curiosity in her big brown eyes, her tiny hand struggling to hold one of his fingers. Growing up with a single parent yourself, you know she deserves better, and you're willing to put your pride and pain aside to make sure she gets the world.

''Okay.'' You reply after taking a deep breath, holding it into your lungs for what feels like forever, choosing to ignore the strong arms wrapping around you, bringing all three of you close. It feels... right.

[NEXT]

[asce-of-hearts]

Impact

contents: Self indulgent Uvo fic I'm sorry guys the brainrot is all over me again.

more Uvo content here

WARNINGS: IMPLIED PAST RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN UVO AND READER, MENTIONS OF HOME INVASION, READER IS IMPLIED TO BE FEMININE, SOFT UVO IN HIS OWN WAY I GUESS.

A/N: listen to this song while reading because I was listening to it while writing and it brings context ok thank u. Also, mostly dialog centric fic because dialog is something im kinda good at writing anyways.

Home invasion was a reasonable fear.

Your home, your room, previously submerged in quiet, were now full of this overwhelming presence. In every sense he was too much, too tall, too muscular, too big. And he just exhuded this aura full of blood and darkness as his dark eyes fixed on your form.

You're small, you're fragile and half naked over your bed, your body barely covered by satin sheets. What a stupid investment, you should've bought a gun instead.

"___?"

That voice brings back a familiar feeling. Big arms crossed, cocking a brow, almost scowling as he looks down at your delicate form. It's all too familiar, as he steps closer you can't help but cry. You nod, and his arms are wrapped around you in that instant. And open mouthed kiss is pressed against your jaw, clumsy, grazing innocence.

"Don't look at me with those eyes, c'mon..." He murmurs against your skin, barely able to look at you in such a state. "I didn't mean to scare you. M'sorry. I didn't think you would be the one here. Lucky you, eh?"

"I haven't seen you in years and you wonder why I started crying when you barged through the door without asking." You hiccup, and a dry chuckle leaves his lips. "Brute."

"I know. Forgive me."

"I didn't mean it."

"I know."

His hands feel even warmer than you remember. You want to ask him so many things. Ever since you both left the place you grew up in it you haven't seen him, haven't felt him. He's comforting now, completely engulfing you, he's taller than you remember, bulkier, you wonder if he still has those same old habits. You wonder if he would've killed you if he didn't realize it was you.

You decide to push that thought away.

The lingerie you're wearing is too thin for his taste, the fabric could rip at any moment under his touch. His hands travel down, taking in the texture of your curves and skin, how it feels like silk against his fingertips. He doesn't say anything, and you don't find the strength to oppose as he kisses you, so tender for an instant.

How long has it been since you last kissed? You remember the first time, barely teenagers. Uvo was too rough against your lips, puncturing your lip with a miscalculated bite. Your first kiss, both painful and amusing to look back to. Does he remember it the same way? How you whimpered when he pushed his tongue past your lips, you're doing it right now. Sweet little sounds that leave your throat every time he touches, he kisses deeper.

When he parts he does it with a groan, his eyes softening just a tiny bit as he looks down at you.

"I told you to stop looking at me like that."

"What?" You can't help but smile at his words, at how he looks slightly flustered. "How?"

"Like that. You're doing it again!" He smirks, averting his gaze as he pushes your face away gently.

"I'm not doing anything!" You laugh. His hand is bigger than your face, he could crush you so easily. Another dangerous thought. His strength is much more measured as he pins you down on the bed, trapping you. It's easy for him, really, he just has to push down a little and you're unable to do anything. He's so warm, like a weighted blanket all over you. "What are you even doing in the city anyways? I haven't heard a word about you or the others in years."

Uvo buries his face on your side as he switches positions, the bed creaking at his weight as he uses one of his arms to circle your waist as he lies on his stomach.

"Came here for work. If there's time I'll tell the others to come by to say hello to you. "

"What work?" You ask, almost innocently. It's not that you're unaware of the tendencies they used to have, but you've never seen it. Never faced the harsh reality of the pile of corpses Uvo has been collecting over all of those years you didn't see each other.

"Nothing that interests you."

"Come on, tell me." He looks up at you, his eyes holding a strange glimmer, you freeze in place again.

"Don't insist." His voice is a low murmur, his fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist in warning. You know better than to press, Uvo has never liked to be ordered around. Even if you used to have this strange power to persuade him into doing anything.

"Sorry." You whisper, meekly. His eyes become half lidded as they fix on yours. He grins, rising from the bed. Had you really noticed how enormous he actually was?

Another kiss is pressed against your lips, much more dominating. Much more rough.

"You keep doing that," he whispers against your lips. "You're gonna be the death of me." Uvogin breaks the kiss just to hold you in his arms again, squeezing, aching to keep you trapped. It has been too long since he last did this, he was starting to forget just how perfectly you fit in his arms, how he has to be so mindful of how he touches you just so he doesn't break your ribs, your arms. Every little bone inside your little body. You're just so little to him. "What do you want?"

"Eh?"

"For the scare. What do you want?" He places his hands on your shoulders, firmly holding you in place. "You did it, you convinced me. I'll give you whatever you want."

"I didn't do anything!" You laugh, both amused and nervous. "You're saying things that don't make sense."

He chuckles again, a sound that would be so menacing in another context, in another place and time. His thick fingers play with the straps of the bralette you're wearing, tempted to rip it apart, instead he pushes it down, finding it too troublesome to take time to undo it. His warm breath tickles at your skin, and he gives a tentative kiss and a lick to your now naked skin, he suckles at your breast lightly, tenderly, closing his eyes.

"Nice and tempting, who were you waiting for, eh?" He teases, biting down at the now perked up bud of your nipple. You squeak, pushing him away as you feel your face burning up.

"Nobody, I just felt pretty. Maybe I was waiting for you."

"For me? How sweet, almost makes me forget how you were closer and closer to fainting when I laid my eyes on you." He licks again, his free hand squeezing and groping at whatever they can find, or trying to get rid of the silky, embroidered underwear that keeps getting in his way of utterly devouring you. He has missed this, had forgotten how much he liked eating you whole. He's finally able to find your intimacy, he rubs it, slicking it up before sticking one gargantuan finger inside.

"How long-" You're unable to finish your sentence without moaning at the sudden intrusion, burying your face in his hair as he continues to tease and prob at your aching hole. "How long are you staying." You ask, longing, wanting to hear a sweet lie of forever, of a couple years.

"I don't know." He answers, blunt and curtly. His hips already thrusting to alleviate himself against the mattress. "But you aren't staying here too much longer either."

"Eh?" You open your eyes, facing him as he cages you against the bed. He taps his cock over your clit a couple of times, and rubs himself between your folds, perhaps trying to ease the pain of penetration, even when he knows it'll come with how little time he took to prepare you.

"I'm not letting you get away this time," He leans over to press a rough kiss at your forehead, grinning when you tremble, offering him a confused look, one that's pleading, that's begging for him to take you with him. "Not when you look at me like that."

ghhhhghhhh uvo *sniffles* UVO *cries so hard he throws up* UVOGIN PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE

i wanted to write a fic for him with this song just bc i think it's so him, idk, i love him, i desire him carnally i want to marry him sosososo bad. sorry if it's a mess I'm really sick rn and when I proofread it I thought it was fine, anyhow.

hope you enjoyed this

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Please tell me that with 'Johnny and Kitty pocess Superman and Batman' That they are either on a date or go on a date after a fight? Please this needs to happen

@britcision also asked about this one!

So I was looking through what I wrote of this and...it's not that good. It's based on a prompt from back in Nov 2022 and I was still figuring things out back then and needed to rewrite everything I wrote at least once. It's less crack than you'd expect from the title, I'm afraid.

So I'm gonna do part of that rewrite. Because I'm insane and don't have self control. 🤣

Anyway, the prompt is from @zeestarfishalien and can be found here. Oddly it doesn't have half as many notes as I remember it having. Huh. Guess I thought it had more because I latched onto it so strongly.

Anyway, enjoy!

Word Count: 1.6k

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"Danny!" yelled Jazz from downstairs.

Danny froze for just a moment. That was Jazz's something-is-wrong voice. He dropped through the floor to get to her that much quicker. "What happened?" he demanded.

She just pointed to the TV where a news reporter was standing in a city. Behind her, Batman stood next to the open driver's side door to the batmobile while Superman floated in the air a few feet away with his arms crossed.

"Don't look at me like that, baby," said Batman.

"I will look at you however the hell I want. You forgot our date, asshole!" yelled Superman back.

The reporter grinned at the camera. "Looks like quite the lover's tiff we've stumbled upon! Who would have ever suspected Batman and Superman of being in a relationship?"

Behind her, Superman used his heat vision to shoot at Batman who cursed loudly before jumping into his car and speeding off. Superman huffed and flew in the opposite direction. Jazz muted the TV while the reporter continued making speculations about Batman and Superman's relationship. Danny stared at Jazz in horror.

"That was—"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it was."

Danny closed his eyes and thought about the half finished essay he had upstairs and the history test he had the next day and how his parents would be home in an hour. He wanted to cry.

"I have to go to Gotham."

"I'll take care of our parents. Have you had the flu yet this year?"

Danny's laugh had a hysterical edge to it. "Tuck's been keeping track of my excuses. Ask him. I'll just…" Danny let the sentence trail as he transformed and flew out of the house without another word.

Even flying as fast as he could, he didn't arrive in Gotham until night had fallen. He tried to sense Johnny or Kitty or listen for the chaos that always followed them, but the city was so big.

After over half an hour of searching with no luck, Danny was sitting on a roof with his head buried in his knees trying not to cry. He only had so many hours before he had to be back in Amity for school. If he missed any more days, he'd get a suspension and his parents would be livid.

Just then, the clock tower chimed ten. Danny lifted his head to look at the tall building, one of the tallest in the city. He might not have any idea how to find Batman, but surely the other heroes would. Maybe he could get their attention?

In a matter of minutes, he was floating above the clock tower. With a deep breath, he shot an ectoblast up into the sky. Two minutes later, he repeated the action.

Not long after his fifth blast, two grapple hooks attached to the tower near his feet and seconds later he was facing Batman and Robin.

Danny immediately fell into a fighting stance. "Johnny, I'm not going to let you get away with this. Get out of him. Now."

But instead of calling him a do-gooder nerd, Batman pulled out a batarang and held it ready to throw. "I'm not this Johnny," he growled.

Danny relaxed and sighed in relief. "Oh thank the ancients, you got him out. I'm so, so sorry, Batman! I know you and the Justice League are relying on me to keep the ghosts from escaping Amity. Johnny and Kitty must’ve gotten past me. How'd you get Johnny out? Were you able to help Superman? Kitty is at least reasonable most of the time so I hope she didn't give you any trouble. Where are they now? I'll just collect them and bring them back to the Realms."

Robin pulled out his sword and pointed it at Danny. "What do you know of Fa— Batman's condition? Who is this 'Johnny' you speak of?"

Danny's core stuttered in his chest. The kid couldn't mean… He looked past the blade pointed at him towards Batman. "You… aren't Batman. Are you? You're covering for him while Johnny is overshadowing the real one."

Batman put a hand on Robin's shoulder. "Lower the sword, Robin." To Danny, he said, "I think you owe us some explanations."

Danny buried his head in his hands and tried to bite back the tears. He was so tired. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. This is my fault. They got past me and I failed. I'm so sorry."

“Desist with your groveling and explain!” ordered Robin.

“Right, yeah. Of course. Sorry.” Danny looked up, but the stars were hidden behind smog and lights. He sighed. “I’m Phantom, of course. Responsible for monitoring the portal in Amity and keeping ghosts from coming through and causing problems on Earth. Also for stopping human hunters from hurting any ghosts. Johnny and Kitty, two ghosts, must have gotten past me. I’m careful, I swear. We set up an alarm on the portal so I know the moment someone comes through, but I missed them somehow. I…maybe they came through at the same time as someone else? I’ve had to deal with Skulker and Boxy so far this week. And Queen Dora came for a visit and one of Pandora’s people stopped by to drop something off. So if Johnny and Kitty came through at the same time… Pariah curse it, I should’ve realized. What a stupid design flaw. I’ll be working on a fix for that as soon as I get out of school tomorrow. I’d do it sooner, but I’ve a test you see. And if I miss any more class, I’ll get a suspension, and then my parents really will kill me again.”

Danny winced when he saw Robin’s fingers twitch towards his sword again. “Sorry! No more excuses. It’ll be fixed ASAP, promise. Um, Johnny is generally into motorcycles, but I think he saw the Batmobile and wanted to take it for a ride so he overshadowed Batman. From what I saw on the news, he blew off a date with Kitty to do it so she’s pissed and followed him and ended up overshadowing Superman. Probably so she could use his powers on top of her own to punish Johnny.” He trailed off and waited for the yelling to start.

But they were silent.

Danny shifted from foot to foot. “Again, I’m really sorry. I know you rely on me to keep this from happening and I swear it won’t again. But if you tell me where you think Batman is, I’ll go retrieve Johnny. Same with Superman and Kitty. I need to get this wrapped up by four, maybe four thirty, so I can get home in time for school to start.” He couldn’t hold back a yawn. He just wanted to sleep.

Batman and Robin exchanged a glance and Batman put away his weapon. “I’ve never heard of you or this Amity before. You’re a kid, who is your Justice League mentor? Why aren’t they here?”

“I… What? Justice League mentor? What are you talking about? All of my mentors are ghosts.”

Robin snorted. “Who informed you that it was your responsibility to monitor this portal that allows these ghosts to invade? Why are you the only one preventing attacks such as this?”

Danny bristled. “I’m not alone! Sam and Tucker and my sister help me!”

“Are they kids like you?” asked Batman.

“If by like me you mean ghosts, of course not. They’re fully alive. I’m the only ghost of the group.”

“No,” said Batman after a pause. “That’s not what I meant. I wanted to know if they were teenagers who still go to school like you or if they were adults you worked with.”

Danny shrugged. “Jazz is starting college next year, but yeah. They’re my friends.”

Batman let out a long breath. “Right. And why do you think the Justice League is expecting you, specifically, to monitor this portal?”

Danny threw up his hands. “Because you told me that!” He saw Batman open his mouth to say something and quickly added, “Not you specifically, but, like, the League. This guy Constantine came by a month or two after the portal opened and saw me and relaxed. Said he was glad to see I was already handling things there. Gave me a number and laughed and said if anyone could handle the situation, it’d be me, but I could call if I needed back up.” He shrugged. “And he was right. So far I have been able to handle it. This is an exception and I’ll get it fixed in a few hours tops.”

Robin ground his teeth. “That lazy magician.”

Batman also muttered something under his breath. “Thank you, Phantom. For doing so much on your own. If you tell us how to free Batman and Superman, we can handle it from here.”

“What?” Danny shook his head in confusion. “What are you talking about? You need specialized weapons that I don’t have on me and containment devices and access to a portal to the Realms to get rid of them. Seriously, I can get this taken care of. Just tell me where Batman is.”

Batman sighed again. “We don’t have much of a choice. Fine. But will you be able to get us these weapons and containment devices if we requested some of you? We’ll pay you, of course. And we’d like more details on what you’ve been dealing with. I’m afraid Constantine… did not share the details of your dealings with the rest of us.”

“Yeah, sure. The weapons are made by Drs. Jack and Maddie Fenton of FentonWorks, based out of Amity Park, Illinois. Their son Danny can help you pick out the most useful ones. Some are more torture device than anything, though, so definitely avoid those. Danny will be able to tell you the difference.”

Batman nodded once, jaw clenched. “Thank you. Now, I’ve just gotten an update on the possessed Batman’s location. Follow us.”

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Dick is pretending to be Batman here. If they have a "normal" batman out, then they can show the possessed batman is an imposter.

I saw some debate on the original over whether Johnny would possess Batman or Superman. To me, the answer was obvious. He'd possess Batman because he wanted to take the Batmobile for a spin.

Meanwhile, Kitty is the smart one. She'd go for Superman because then she could use his powers and her own to 1) punish Johnny and 2) prevent anyone from stopping them.

Regarding Constantine: He made an oops, but it's not (fully) his fault. Due to time missions from Clockwork, Phantom is shown to be thousands of years old and is known for fantastic feats. If Constantine had known this was some fourteen year old newly dead kid, he'd have acted differently. Instead, he thinks Danny is older than he is with millenia of experience.

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[luuknowsbetter]

Daylight. bucky barnes x reader

Plot: You had a bad day, and you come home sad and Bucky comforts you.

trope: Bucky barnes x F!reader

warnings; mentions of panic/anxiety attacks, low self-esteem and very fluff,with a bit of angst

I enter to the apartment, tired, sad and having a panic attack. Maybe this is not as i expected, no, today definitely did not go as planned. So i cross the door and Bucky appears from the kitchen,appearing with a smile when he hears that you are finally home, but it automatically fades when he sees you with a red face, a red nose and tears in your eyes. He quickly leaves everything on the kitchen counter to run up to me, and holds my face in his big hands while he looks at me worried, looking for any physical injury.

"What´s wrong doll..?"

he asks while he examines my face carefully, his icy blue eyes look at you with worry, one of his hands moves to the back of your neck and brings me closer to his chest, while his other hand is resting on my hip, making sure you are fine

"It happens that…I'm not enough anymore" I explain while crying trying to wipe away the tears with my hand

Bucky's grip around you becomes tighter at your words, he really can't believe that you are saying this

"What makes you say that sweetheart, you are more than enough. You are so..so so much more than enough, I don't want to hear you say that crap again, you are more than enough, you can do everything you put your mind to, doll, you ..are enough. And you deserve everything in the world"

"No, but…" I sob again, as i try to stop myself from crying "I'm not…good enough at what I loved to do before…I'm not pretty enough, nor smart enough, nor thin enough…"

He frowns at my words, grabbing my face firmly but being gentle at the same time, forcing me to look into his eyes

"Don't you dare say things like that. Don't say you're not good enough. You are good enough. You are a goddamn intelligent genius, you are so smart, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen, and your body is...God..." He looks at my body from top to bottom, with a loving and somewhat lustful look, while he bites his lip and speaks again. "You have no idea what it makes me want to do with you everytime I see you, doll…"

I sigh, letting out a sob, while the tears continue to come out uncontrollably

"Why do I have the need to be perfect all the damn time? It's like… like there's a voice in my head that demands that I always be better now." I think I'm a mess and he keeps repeating my mistakes over and over again…" I let out a sob as my voice breaks, and Bucky strokes my back gently, trying to calm me down "And I can't even try to stop that voice and believe me I'd like to, believe me. But I can't…I feel…helpless"

Bucky just listens to you speak. Every word breaks his heart further. He can't understand why you believe those things. He holds you close to him again, one hand on the back of your head while the other strokes my back, his hand moving up and down, in a comforting, protective manner

"Darling..listen to me..you are not helpless, and you're not a mess, and you don't have to be perfect all the time. Don't listen to whatever that voice is telling you, darling, it´s not true, okay? you´re the most beautiful, talented, intelligent and capable woman I have ever met. and I love you, doll, I mean it. You are the best thing I have ever had, without you…without you I would not have been able to get up after everything that happened to me, you were with me and you helped me and supported me even in my worst moments, so, doll, I I'll help now…" Bucky says calmly, but you can tell he's serious, he gives your hand a light squeeze and smiles lovingly at you as he looks into your eyes.

"So darling, why don't we go take a relaxing bath while I prepare dinner and watch your favorite movies snuggled up on the couch?" He asks as he helps you up from the floor, and you walk towards the stairs to get to the bathroom. You smile at him, completely in love with him.

A couple of minutes later, you leave the bathroom, now calmer and wearing comfortable clothes, you head towards the living room silently, and there he is, juggling a couple of snacks, the TV control, tea and a couple of blankets to You, you realize how much trouble they took to arrange everything in the most beautiful way possible, the small table in front of the sofa has the pizza already cut in the middle, a couple of thin glasses with some wine already poured, and obviously, Alpine asleep on the couch. You smile and walk over to him to help him with the things.

"Hey" the soldier says with a small smile, once he sees you enter, you grab a couple of things and help him get everything perfect for movie night. And once everything is ready, he smiles at you again and leaves a small kiss on your temple, you both snuggle up on the couch and start eating and drinking while watching a Scary movie marathon.

An hour later, you had finished eating and were curled up on the couch with Alpine next to you. "How do you feel, doll?" your boyfriend asks softly, as he tilts his head a little to look at you and realize that you had fallen asleep in his arms, he smiles unconsciously like a teenager in love, and decides to take you to bed in his arms, after all, you were very tired after such a tiring day. Once in the room, Bucky changes his clothes and lies down behind you, snuggling up next to you again.

"Today was terrible, but you made this a beautiful moment, thank you for that my love, I love you" You murmur, still somewhat asleep. Bucky smiles and leaves a light kiss on your cheek, but not before whispering a small "You're the best, doll. I love you too" and with that, you both fall fast asleep.

HELLOOOOOOOOO

im bacckkkk. but no smut for today, today wass fluff 🤌🤌

i hope you guys liked itt and sorry if this was a bit different but I had something personal today, which made my mental health and self-esteem do this 📉📉 so i wrote this

[eldritchelfwriter]

I'll Be Your Light Part 2 now out!

A wolfheart story for people who don't like werewolves.

After

“You have to eat,” Shadowheart says briskly, using every ounce of her Sharran-honed self-control to keep her writhing emotions locked beneath the surface to project a calm she does not feel.

A bandage has been wrapped around Kat’s head, covering her eyes, and the ranger sits slumped against a pillar, barely responsive.

Halsin had carried her out of the forge and back to their camp in the Sharran temple. After some awkward standing around, everyone scattered to dwell in their own thoughts. Some had whispered conferences in distant corners, while Shadowheart was left to watch over their leader … or the woman who was their leader, because how can Kat still lead them now? And what will happen to their group without Kat keeping them together? This is a brand new worry Shadowheart had never imagined they would have to think about, not while Kat was at the helm smoothing tensions over, keeping them focused and moving forward.

Kat has been the only one of them who made any real effort to forge bonds beyond the strain of their shared predicament. Somehow, she managed to pull their disparate group together and even get them co-operating despite personality clashes and the ever-threatening hopelessness of their mission.

Whoever leads next will have big shoes to fill, but fill them they must for their tadpole problem has not become any less urgent.

Kat sighs and holds out a hand for bread that Shadowheart carefully places in her palm.

Her other hand gropes around the floor for the cup of water beside her and Shadowheart is on the brink of helping – about to cry out a warning – but too late, the water cup is knocked and spills, seeping water into Kat’s trousers.

“Well. This sucks.” Kat’s voice is brittle from humiliation. “This fucking sucks.”

In one angry twisting motion, she throws the bread aside, and the cup after it.

She breathes heavily, clenching her fists together as they listen, Shadowheart wincing, to the rattle of the cup descending with excruciating slowness down the chasm it had fallen into. Then there is a ringing silence.

“Never mind,” Shadowheart says in her best trying-to-patch-things-over voice. “Let’s go to your tent. I can help you get changed – ”

“What, are you going to be my nurse now?” Kat says hotly, and with far more bitterness than Shadowheart had been prepared to be on the receiving end of – not from Kat. “Changing my pants – like I’m a baby?”

“N-no,” Shadowheart starts uncertainly. “But Kat, you’re going to need to accept some help, to begin with at least. Until you get used to – ” Her soothing words are violently interrupted.

“I don’t want to get used this!” Kat yells. “This is bullshit!”

Bullshit! The word echoes around the chasm, over and over, as multiple suffering Kat’s protest the unfairness of it all.

“I know,” Shadowheart says, stricken and blinking back tears, and not knowing what to say. “It’s complete bullshit, Kat!”

Kat takes a deep breath, and then deflates completely, her anger gone, her body sinking heavily against the pillar. It is a far more alarming sight than the anger on their normally indefatigable ranger who has cheerfully encouraged them through all their challenges to date.

“But also, I’ve water all over my pants, and that’s embarrassing,” Kat says in a low, lifeless voice, holding out her hand for Shadowheart to help her up and guide her to her tent.

Shadowheart leads Kat, not daring to say anything when there are no right words to say, other than warnings about uneven surfaces ahead that she delivers in an unnaturally calm voice, trying to keep her own roiling emotions in check.

There is another pang as she realises they will need to procure a stick for Kat to use to feel for obstacles ahead. Will Kat ever be able to track, and nimbly skirt through forests again?

Don’t think about it, Shadowheart tells herself firmly, as she leaves releases Kat’s hand at the entrance to her tent.

Shadowheart has never been inside her tent before. Everything is tidily packed away or folded neatly – the bedroll is even rolled up and stored in a corner, as though Kat is prepared for travel at a moment’s notice. Even Kat’s few changes of clothes are folded in a perfectly crisp, uniform manner in her rucksack. Removing a fresh pair of trousers disrupts this perfection, but it can’t be helped.

“Just put them in my hands, Shadowheart,’ Kat says in an empty voice from beside her. “I don’t want you to dress me.”

“All right,” Shadowheart says quickly, relieved and feeling guilty for it that Kat cannot see how upset she is. It couldn’t be clearer that Kat doesn’t want her around for a moment longer than necessary. She understands why, but it still hurts.

“Just … go …” Kat says, turning away from her, holding the trousers slackly in one hand. “Please, just go.”

Shadowheart makes a noise in the back of her throat of assent and rushes out of the tent, her lip trembling, tears threatening to fall.

She cannot blame Kat for being angry and hurt, but the dismissal still stings.

For Kat does not know that Shadowheart is out on a limb, defying every instinct her religion has instilled in her, in trying to help at all.

READ THE REST OF PART 2:

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whahsbebshdd i’m rlly shy abt this and i saw the bedman hcs you wrote and i loved it so much it had my legs kicking and my hair twirling

requesting bedman x a really loving kinda clingy reader,,,,,,

Bedman x GN! Clingy! Loving! Reader

There's no summary it's general headcannons annons letting me be werid!!

N: YIPPEEEEEEE, dont be shy about future requests when open asks are welcomed! thank you for the request!

Warnings: spoilers for bedman during strive and xrd, and minor spoilers for bedmans? Story

He's not escaping you, like ever not like he wants to anyway. "I'm leaving!" "Not without me!" You rush toward the door "you're still in your pjs" "does it matter?" He sighs disappintedly, you could probably do a pushup for everytime he sighs and end up swole and then he'd sigh again

You blame him for being likeable for you being as loving as you are. His kisses even though they're just small taps on the cheek from him they always leave you wanting him to do it again. "Stop" "I'm not doing anything tho" "you're about to ask me if I want to let you brush my hair" "....no" "do it" "yay!" Atleast someone takes care of his physical appearance for em, he's getting free spa days without someone complaining over how much he nitpicks. "Under my nails have been a bit dirty too" "I'll get it" "and there might be a pimple near my leg" "I'll pop it" "dirt in my glasses aswell" you stop what you're doing just to stare it him blankly, even though his eyes were closed he could still feel you staring bullets. "What?" "Are they even prescription?"

He'd enjoy the times he got to appear in your dreams, he's awake able to talk...alot...but his voice is pretty it's not like he'll rant so hard he raps about the same topic twice "when we talk about survival of the fittest-" that was all u listened to before just hearing a mumble of his voice, him just going on and on with you nodding your head. Other than the long 12 page essay front to back that comes out of his mouth he can also be quite engaged in dreams, specifically yours. He'd 100% ask you the next dream you have with him in it. "So what did you dream about?" Your eyes widen before your face goes stone cold "a discount at the supermarket and me trying to make homemade ice cream sandwiches that ended up exploding" he pushes up his glasses "is that so?" "Yea" "because a little birdie told me you were dreaming of me" you giggle, foolish mistake infront of him of all people, you'd have to wipe that dream out of your brain before he gets it outta you

He'd act like he doesn't like how much physical affection, hed be all "love is feable it isn't going to last and most people that are motivated by it end up crying in someone's couch" but everytime you headed his warnings, he'd get a tad...pretty annoyed. "Am I disgusting to you?" "What?" "You haven't hugged me for an entire 6 minutes is there a bug on me?" "I thought you didn't like me being that way" "I do" for the first time you sigh disapointedly "Alright buddy" "so you're not even going to call me Romeo now" you somehow can feel him putting hands on his hips, expect him to be ranting in his dreams because he didn't ever expect you to call him anything other than Romeo and not hug him for 6 minutes. You've learned giving him a small kiss is usually enough for him to forgive you.

You're also the person behind how polished the bed is, with Romeo or not. "You've gotten a bit rusty" it gently squeezes your hand "I ment physically, I'll take it off I wonder if it'll hurt you like this" Delilah trusts you a bit with him not knowing the extent of your relationship. "Don't touch him too much" "you think he'll attack me?" "Maybe" you pat the beds hand "don't worry I can fix him" you feel both siblings give judgemental looks. "That's crazy I can hear your brother sighing and calling me a fool"

[gadriezmannsgirl]

https://www.tumblr.com/gadriezmannsgirl/736999672550457344/please-tell-me-im-not-the-only-one-watching-over

Don't you think this deserves a Ferran's fic of him teasing his girl?

Kitchen Disaster -F.T7

Summary: Your boyfriend has found a new hobby, teasing you non-stop

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"Que va a explotar" (It's going to explode)

"Nada va a explotar" (Nothing is going to explode)

"Tendré que buscar nueva casa" (I'll have to look for a new home)

"Ferran!" You say putting the timer to the oven "Stop saying those things and stop trying to sabotage our dinner!" He laughs and winks at you

"I'll wait for you, preciosa" He said before leaving the kitchen towards the living room. You giggled before grabbing two glasses of lemon juice and bring them over. You laying on top of Ferran as you both watched Encanto

Both of you singing to the songs in the movie and being surprised by every single little fact as if you haven't seen it ever when Ferran stopped signing "What Else Can I Do?"

"Amor" You hum looking at him "Is the time over?" You look at your watch and shake your head

"No why?"

"Smells like burning" He said

"There are fifteen minutes left but still let me go and check" And with that you two stood up to watch the food and when you opened the oven both of you let out curses

"Puta madre"

"Joder!" You quickly get the pan out

"I thought you knew how to cook!"

"Shut up, you know I do!" You complain slightly when you see that the dough you did for your dinner had overflowed from the pan and that the oven was now full of dough.

"Pero..." (But)

"There's no but, I don't know what happened. I have added the same amount as usual!" You cry out watching the dirty oven and thinking of the hard work you had to do to clean it up

"I told you we were fine with just a pizza, preciosa"

"Bueno amor, you were in the mood for a meat filling and I wanted to do it for you" He grabs your hand to pull you into him

"Well, next time, listen to me when I tell you to order food, in that waiting time I can do little things."

"Mira tu" (Look at you) You hit him with the kitchen towel while he was laughing at you.

"The good thing about this is that I'll see you in a maid's outfit while you clean everything. Maybe something else will come out of it" He wiggled his eyebrows up and down as you laughed.

"In your life you will"

"Señorita, señorita, traiga la crema por favor, es hora de mi masaje" (Miss, miss; bring the cream please, it's time for my massage)

"Idiot, shut up" He laughed while you sighed knowing that your destiny was already written, maybe not with the maid outfit as your boyfriend of 1 year and a half wanted, but you did have to clean the whole oven again.

"Am I still cooking?" You asked looking at the dough that was left in the pan.

"Definitely not, I'm placing the order"

"Fer" You call him out as he looks at you. "Do you think…?"

"I'm not going to clean that up, honey"

"Come on Fer, I need you to help me remove the grease"

"You need me but not necessarily to clean up" He smirks

"Are you horny? I'm serious!"

"Look I think you should stop this" He made gestures for the dough. "Let me order the pizza and don't try this anymore… Or at least not without supervision"

"But I do know how to cook!"

"That's what Gusteau says, right?"

"Ferran!"

"Come on, I think you've put something on the side or you've overdone it with something… Yeast, maybe?"

"Amor," you complain. "I really don't know what happened, I've done it as usual, it's just that I wanted to make a very nice gesture to you. You always please me and-" He cut you off.

"And nothing. That you please me too, very much, more than I need. I know you wanted to make me a meal that I wanted and I thank you, it's the thought that counts. I appreciate it very much. But it's not necessary, maybe today is not the day to eat a meat filling, it doesn't matter. Don't be sad there will be plenty of time to be able to make that roll up that I know will be delicious for you."

"You're not mad?" he shook his head smiling as he kissed your forehead.

"Of course not, love. Accidents happen and it's just a little dough that can be removed with soap and degreaser" He placed a hand on your chin to make you look at him and gave you a soft kiss on the lips "Next time, I'll call my mom so you can do it together."

"No es muy divertido" (That's not very funny)

"Well, it's just that anyone can't cook, some people are terrible at it, Gusteau must change that, don't you see Pedri? fua, he almost burned his kitchen. Anyway, we don't want that to happen here. I'll be right back, you want it familiar with bacon and anchovies, right?" He winked at you

"I hate you sometimes, Torres" You sighed with a smile at his teasing "And yes, double cheese too"

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Taglist: @gaviymarcsbride @stuckinaf4nfiction @elijahslover @azzpenswrld @http-isabela

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

Signal of me with a sappy post after being gone for a long while, don't read it if you don't want to feel depressed

It's been a while since I've written something here honestly. I've been thinking more and more about Atsushi lately. The more time passes, the harder it is to accept that he has passed.

I've been wishing for him to come back. Anywhere I go, whatever I see, it reminds me of him. I know he spoke so much about mortality, despite him being afraid of death, he made sure we wouldn't be so scared.

I know he is Immortal, he is never truly gone. But I want to see him more. I want to see the world being kinder to him. He has suffered so much, I wish he could have had the rest he needed before his final sleep.

I can't stop crying. Ever since march hit I can not stop crying every single day. It's got to a point when I cry during work, in school, from seemingly out of nowhere. I tried not listening to BT to not trigger these emotions, but I feel even worse. Acchan's voice makes me so so so sad, but so so so comfortable. I cannot stop listening to BT because their music is the only reason I'm still here. No matter how much it hurts, I can't stop. But the more time passes, the more it hurts.

Reminding myself of seeing Hizumi more, his grey hairs, his smile, wrinkles. Seeing more of his beautiful lyrics, his charming voice, shy demeanor. The more I think about it, the more I despise how cruel this world is. But I know it's also so so beautiful.

I would not trade a single second of my life since the time I've found their music. It has been the fucking happiest I've ever felt, and I would never, ever, ever, ever wish for anything more. I keep thinking I wish I'd found them sooner. It's so so selfish of me, but I know, had I found them sooner, I wouldn't have suffered so much. I could have made more happy memories with the band, and maybe they could've been more overpowering than the immense feelings of grief I feel with every passing day.

I just don't want to accept this reality. And I have no idea what to do with it. This feeling, has absolutely no place to go. I try to express it in art, in my words, but it does not ease.

I've never met a person in my life I've admired so much. And not just for his physical appearance, or talent. But for the fact that he was so ridiculously human yet alien at the same time, no matter what happened to him. He was so vulnerable yet so otherworldy still. He made me see what humanity really is.

The ridiculous amount of love his spirit possessed and delivered to us through his music, his stories, characters, made me appreciate that I was alive.

Instead of hiding his humanity, including the dirty, nasty, vulnerable parts of it, he exposed it to the whole world to see, to feel seen.

It's as if for us, the regular people, to understand life more clearly, he sacrificed himself over and over on that stage. He lived a thousand lives at once. And by that, he helped thousands to live just one.

What I really want to say with this, I don't know. I just hate this world without you. You are probably able to rest now, but I wish it wouldn't have been so soon. I don't think I'll ever find anyone in my life half as beautiful as you.

I wish the whole world to see your beauty. But I want to see it too. It's just hard. I wish you'd still be here dear. I cried at least 4 times today. The flowers, that I included as the first picture, represent you and the way you shone light to many people's dark world.

By seeing you bloom, the small, insignificant, nameless flowers around you are beginning to slowly find their footing as well.

I just so, so wish we wouldn't have to do that without you. It feels like losing a parent, coming from someone who has lost a parent. How does one guide through life without the help of a guardian?

Of course, his guidance is still present. I know. But I can't help it. I feel like the hole in my soul grows deeper and darker. I don't want to ever forget you. I wish sometimes life would've taken me instead.

I love you dear Acchan. Lately, I feel incapable of promising you to continue living.

I just really, really don't know how to fill in this space you left here. The world is as dark and cruel as it ever was. Maybe you are lucky you don't have to witness all of this. But still...

I miss you so so so so much. I don't want to live my life without you. I wish I could've found you sooner. I'm repeating myself. But our time together was far too short. I don't feel unlucky, because I still got to meet you.

I just did not want to let you go. Buck-Tick as a whole finally felt like something I can hold onto. Something I can call "mine". I'll do that as long as I can. But your absence is felt really strongly. I wish you'd come back.

Love you

[hopefulromances]

Dude first of can I say I bloody love your writing second of all I just read that piece of reader and Jamie watching finding nemo and I had an idea. What if Jamie is watching when Harry met Sally for movie night with the team and it literally gives him the biggest mindblown lightbulb moment that he’s in love with the reader aka his best friend of over 10 years. The ending of it always makes me cry.

This is crazy did you read my other drabble where Jamie and reader watch when Harry Met Sally (I love that movie) But I LOVE THIS idea.

The boys filed into the rec room, the chairs already set up for the boys to be able to watch whatever movie Ted picked out for tonight. You were in there, finishing setting up the projector cause lord knows that if you didn't do it Ted would never be able to figure it out.

"And there!" You finished, throwing your hands up in success. "All you have to do is press play."

"Well, now, thank you (Y/N), you've been a big help," Ted grinned. "Alright now, folks! Let's file in, get your seat we're gonna get started soon!"

"(Y/N)!" Jamie called over to you. You looked over at him and smiled and Jamie's heart about stopped. Sure he was in love with you. You were brilliant. But it wasn't like he would ever say anything and ruin the friendship you had. "Over here."

"Sorry, Jamie, I got work to do, won't be able to stay tonight," you told him walking towards the door. "But I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

You walked out of the door. Some of the team pat him on the shoulder sympathetically as they walked by. Was it really that. obvious? How could you not see it?

Jamie elected to slump down next to Sam and Isaac instead, unable to keep the pout off his face.

"It is alright, Jamie," Sam comforted, nudging him. "She's just busy tonight."

"Yeah! Anyone with eyes can see she's into you," Isaac agreed.

"Thanks, lads, but I think it's hopeless," Jamie grumbled.

"Alright, greyhounds, now!" Ted clapped his hands getting the attention up at the front. "Tonight we're watching a movie about friendship, and love, and how friendship and love walk a very dangerous line. But all you need is that one push to spill your guts."

"Fucks sake," Jamie muttered, adjusting his seat.

"And without further ado, When Harry met Sally!" Ted scurried out from in front of the projector. Jamie rolled his eyes and settled in for another rom com that he didn't enjoy because all he could think about is (Y/N),

But what surprised him was how great the movie was. The writing, the flirting, it was all so comparable to his own life. By the end of it, he was leaning forward in his seat as Billy Crystal rushed down the streets of New York to find Meg Ryan.

"I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."

Jamie felt him mind racing as he listened to that line. He thought about you and the butterflies that followed him around whenever you were near. The smile that lit up the room. The laugh that could save lives. He wanted to be with you and he wanted to be with you right now.

Just as the lights turned on, Jamie shot up out of his chair and raced out of the room. The rest of the boys cheered as he did.

Ted turned to Beard. "I reckon you owe me 10 pounds."

Meanwhile, Jamie was rushing to your room. When he arrived, he knocked fiercely on the door, not letting up until you opened it.

"Jamie? What on earth-"

"I love you," he blurted out. You eyes widened, trying to take in what he was saying. "I love you. Like I love the way you smile, I love the way you talk, I love the way you always seem to know what I want for lunch even though I don't know what I want for lunch."

"Jamie wha-"

"I love you," He repeated. "You know my hair dye brand, you know that I like the temperature in my house to be 18 degrees. Not 20, not 15, 18 degrees. I love you (Y/N)."

You were speechless. You couldn't form a thought into a word if you wanted to. You just looked back and forth between Jamie's eyes trying to decipher if this was a joke.

"(Y/N), I love you and when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you-"

"Want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible..." You finished the quote, smiling softly.

"I know this is sudden, and whatever, but I just... I need you to know."

"Jamie?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you kiss me now?"

"God, yes."

And he did. He kissed you. He kissed you quite a lot actually.

[kagehiner]

Since I'll probably never make an edit with this song, can I just yap about the kagehinisms of it all...........?

This is in Kageyama's pov btw.

IMPORTANT CONTEXT

Ok, so picture this: it's 2016 and Kageyama is playing for the Adlers and training for the Olympics. Meanwhile Hinata is all the way in Brazil honing his skills in the sandy path he's chosen. Deep down he knows it was the best choice Hinata could've came up with. Kageyama even allows himself to be a little annoyed that he didn't think about it first—but it feels weird to train without him. It's not like they've played together all their lives, in the grand scheme of things 3 years went by really quickly. But in the first week of practice Kageyama would set up balls so quick it made him wonder if he regressed after all. It felt as easy as breathing to listen to the tingling in his chest when a play fell into place just right. Despite the high caliber of his teammates, he was just doing too much.

They never got into the habit of texting. Sometimes he does itch to pick up his phone, but that would mean admitting defeat to a competition he's not even sure they're playing but wouldn't risk losing to.

DISCLAIMER

This analysis relies heavily on my own interpretation of whatever Kageyama was up to while Hinata was in Brazil. Which now that I think about it, it'd be more accurate to call it a headcanon because we don't know ANYTHING about it. Well. Just read okay, you might like it or throw rocks at me and either one is fun and beautiful.

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"Às vezes eu quero chorar, mas o dia nasce e eu esqueço (Sometimes I want to cry, but the day rises and I forget) Meus olhos se escondem onde explodem paixões* (My eyes hide where passions explode)"

Kageyama is lonely, but he doesn't want to admit it (as per usual). Sure, the man is living the dream — his dream — but apparently making friends and learning how to trust them makes you miss them when they're gone. Crazy concept. I'm not saying he cries about it every night, but mr. repression sure is feeling Something and he doesn't want it to burst out of his chest.

*As a side note, "paixão" can mean either passion or, like, an infatuation with someone. Idk, I chose to interpret it as passion because it makes sense with Kageyama's character, but I'm well aware that in the context of the song it means "an intense love that burns out after a while"!

"E tudo que eu posso te dar é solidão com vista pro mar (And all I can give you is solitude with a sea view) Ou outra coisa pra lembrar (Or something else to remember)"

Pretty straightforward. Despite wanting a relationship with Hinata*, all he can give right now is ignoring it for the sake of both of them. Hinata is all the way in Brazil while he's training for the Olympics. They wouldn't be able to balance a relationship in the midst of all of this. It would only hurt them further, so what's the point? ...is what he would say if he wasn't lying to himself. The reason I believe they didn't get together before or during Brazil arc, is that they just can't commit to a relationship. Commitment is a big motif here.

I think both of them believe that commiting would mean putting their careers to the side, or at least jeopardizing it, for the sake of a relationship. And they're fine as it is, being rivals and all. After all it's not like they'll ignore each other, just their feelings, so it's fine right? (No). What matters is that they'll reach their objectives separately and meet in the middle later. Hinata will fulfill his promise and they'll play against each other until they physically can't anymore. Why would they want anything more? Why would they ever ask for more if that's everything they wanted? (Spoiler: because of love. It's always ever-consuming love.)

*He doesn't really understand that that's what he wants, OR he doesn't want to acknowledge it. Whichever you prefer.

"Às vezes eu quero demais e eu nunca sei se eu mereço (Sometimes I want too much and I never know if I deserve it) Os quartos escuros pulsam e pedem por nós (The dim bedrooms pulse and call for us)

E tudo que eu posso te dar é solidão com vista pro mar (And all I can give you is solitude with a sea view) Ou outra coisa pra lembrar (Or something else to remember)"

See? It circled back to wanting too much ❤️ <- desire enjoyer. Mr. repression, remember?

Kageyama is conflicted, because he's never had to consider any of this and he doesn't know he can have both volleyball and Hinata*. They're one of the same, but at the same time they aren't. Hinata is volleyball is the sense that they're interchangeable in Kageyama's mind, but having volleyball is not the same as having Hinata. Chosing volleyball means catering every aspect to his life to hone his skills and body. And chosing Hinata means potentially jeopardizing volleyball because he isn't focusing 100% of his energy into it. Obviously, this is dumb and unfounded... but we're talking about two volleyball idiots here. What the hell do they know about love.

Because of all THIS, all he can give Hinata is not texting him, leaving him to his beach volleyball training and trusting wholeheartedly that when Hinata steps a foot in Japan, he's gonna come back a better player. And this too is love, if you think about it. Only it would be better if they ever communicated about this 🕊️

So it's just radio silence from both sides. And that's all they'll get for now.

*The same way he couldn't have both his grandpa and volleyball. I like to believe he internalized that, as we often do when we experience grief as children.

"Se você quiser, eu (If you want, I) Eu posso tentar, mas (I can give it a try, but) Eu não sei dançar tão devagar (I can't dance slow enough) Pra te acompanhar (To keep up with you) Eu não sei dançar tão devagar (I can't dance slow enough) Pra te acompanhar (To keep up with you) Pra te acompanhar (To keep up with you)"

And this is the basis of why they're not dating yet. Kageyama CAN'T slow down for anyone, not even Hinata. And that's something Hinata understands — he's been chasing Kageyama for a looooong time now, after all. They both won't stop running. It's not like Hinata would be happy if he did. I think he might actually kill Kageyama with his bare hands if he ever stopped to wait for Hinata lol.

(This is kind of a rant, but this is the "why didn't they meet up in Brazil" conversation all over again. If Hinata's not yet at the same level as Kageyama, then what's the point of talking? What's the point in meeting before then? It might sound crazy to the average person, and it is crazy, but I just fear you can't hold kagehina to the same standards lmao. NO sane person would ever go this far to prove somebody wrong, and to have said person actually mean something to you and still hold onto that promise enough to refuse to meet them before fulfilling said promise... is plain CRAZY. You just can't hold them to the same standards as normal human beings, to be honest with you.)

Anyway. They can't compromise on slowing down and/or focusing their energy on a relationship, is what I believe was happening in 2016-2018. That's not to say they are aware of this dynamic, but they might have had an inkling. Sorta of a silent agreement? I don't know man, who even knows with these freaks. Their friends have given up on trying to understand why they can't just bone it out 😭

When do I think they started dating? Well, I'm glad you asked... because I'm gonna answer that in another post since this one is already too convoluted !!

[risingsoleil]

wow i got inspired🫣 do an AU were Lin dies in Tenzin’s arms so he regrets everything her did to her he regrets her didn’t choose her he spent months trying to go back in time and finally he did it he went back in time and started fixing everything (but he didn’t know Lin remember their past life too)😫

So I wrote this in response to a reincarnation ask, but it's not fully written out. Tbh I don't know if I'll go through with it, but I'll share what I have 🫶🏻

Have another Lin dies scene 🥲

“Do not seek them out, Tenzin!” 

“They’re airbenders, Lin! I can’t turn my back on them!” 

Her eyes hardened. “They are criminals. Just because they’re airbenders now will not change.” 

“You don’t know that.” 

“You’re walking into a cave that you might never leave! Stop trying to be a fucking savior!” 

“They can choose not to come with me! But I can’t just turn my back because of their past.” 

“You have enough airbenders for a nation! Who cares if you don't have 4 more?”  

Tenzin sighed, avoiding the piercing gaze that defied him. He walked away from her. “We can argue about this after.”

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What started as a peaceful offer to join the Air Nation quickly became a battle of survival and distrust. He had been so focused on fighting the rest of the gang, but knew that Lin was holding her own with the other half of them. 

“Tenzin!” 

Something pressed against his back and forced him to the ground. When he turned, he saw Lin standing between him and a waterbender, eyes slightly widened. And ice blades pierced into her heart, abdomen, and torso, penetrating through the metal armor. 

Before either could react, the blades slid out of Lin forcefully and the perpetrators ran off. Lin coughed harshly from the sudden momentum, blood spilling over her lips. Her steps faltered and she fell weakly to her knees, one hand pressing into her heart. A flood of red endlessly cascaded over the pearly complexion and spilled onto the floor. 

Tenzin scrambled to his feet and he made his way over to Lin, cradling her in his arms. “Lin, stay with me.” He ripped his cloak and pressed it against her chest, the red of his cape darkening with crimson. “I’m going to get you to a healer. Just hold on.” 

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” 

“I’m so sorry, Lin. This is all my fault. I should have listened to you. You were right, this was a bad idea.” 

Her mouth moved, but her words drowned in pain and survival.  

“Save your breath, Lin.” 

“Please…” she rasped, scrunching her eyes tight, “put me down, Tenzin…” 

The nearest hospital was about an hour away. If he can just carry her on to Oogi, then they might be able to make it on time. Despite her command to release her, Tenzin only tightened his embrace and called for Oogi. Small groans of pain and uneven breathing stuttered near his ears, informing him that Lin was still fighting for her life. At least it was a sign she’s still alive right now.

A dagger of pain struck his heart when Lin cried out in agony as he managed to elevate them into Oogi’s saddle. Guiding Lin to sit sideways on his lap, Lin’s head tilted on his shoulder, Tenzin managed to hold the reins in one hand. He used his free hand to apply light pressure to her wound. His robes grows heavy with her life soaking into the fabric. The wind resisted against him and Oogi. It should have dried out his eyes, but Tenzin’s vision continued to switch between blurriness and clarity.  

Lin’s teeth chattered and her body shivered. “Save your tears for something worth crying over.” 

“Don’t say that,” Tenzin implored, another wave of tears filling his eyes. “We’re halfway there. Just hang on for a little longer.” 

Relief began to swell in his chest at the sight of the hospital looming in the horizon. They would make it, Lin would make it. Without thinking, he pressed a kiss to the top of Lin’s head. “We’re here, Lin,” he whispered. 

But as Oogi lowered himself at the entrance, Tenzin felt a sudden heaviness in his body. The winds were no longer stirring around them from their flight and all he heard was silence. “Lin…” He tilted her chin up and her eyes were closed, complexion slightly gray. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Lin. Lin!” 

Tenzin pressed two fingers over her pulse, searching for the slightest tremor. 

“Lin, please…” His lips trembled, hot tears warming cool skin. “Wake up.” 

A gentle shake. 

“Wake up, Lin. We’re at the hospital.” 

She’s going to wake up soon. He flew them as fast as he could to the hospital. Lin is just resting. 

She’s not dead.  

She’s not dead. 

She’s not dead. 

*****

Inspired by this prompt (I can't remember where I found it on Tumblr) - have them warn their friends that they’re not cut out for a dangerous mission, only for it to result in their death and their friends blame themselves

[kingdomofpink]

He leaves the lights dimmed as he drags her by her wrists into his bedroom. Bound by a tight silk ribbon of his own choosing, black in color, he carelessly tosses her onto his bed. The click of his door sounds in the room as it closes and he makes sure to lock it to prevent any... interruptions or escape attempts.

"You should be thankful I let you off easy for this long, y'know?" He's sneering down at her, his figure casting a shadow over hers. He had already stripped her of everything, no hope of those damn heels of hers doing any damage to him. She's nobody now, just a plain girl lying at his mercy.

Her cries are muffled by the ball gag strapped to her face, a nifty little toy he picked up just for her. There's still fight left in her as she cries and squirms, feeble attempts when he knows she has no hope of escaping.

"Nah, I'm not interested in your whining. Yours in particular are just so insufferable. Hate listening to you fuckin' talk." He shoves her back down into the mattress with a hand pressed ro her shoulder.

She tries to swing her leg out at him and he catches her by the ankle with ease. His fingers dig painfully into her flesh and he delights in the way she tenses up, her breath hitching as she realizes how powerless she is now.

"Hey now, that's not very ladylike." He tuts at her, shoving her leg back down, nearly drawing blood from the pressure in his grip. "Not that you ever were much of that in the first place. No wonder you don't have anyone interested in you. You're not even bratty in the fun way."

He can see her breaths stuttering in the way her chest heaves, and he licks his tongue over his fangs, feeling a sense of hunger brought on by his instincts. Live prey is so much more rewarding.

His tail swishes back and forth behind him, a slow and deliberate movement that her gaze locks onto for long enough for him to hover over her body, caging her in with his arms and legs.

He opens his mouth and when she sees those fangs coming at her, she only hopes that he'll go for the throat and she would die quickly.

His fangs sink into the flesh of her cheek and he's cackling when he pulls back. Her heart rate bumps up, a searing pain in her chest and she starts to wish it would give out.

Her tears spill silently, her voice caught in her throat without even the aid of the ball gag. He knows what she was hoping for.

Crying's a real good look for you, I'll say. Brings you down off that fuckin' high horse of yours." His hand grips her face by her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Look at you now, not much of a reliable figure now, huh? Rather pathetic, I'll say."

He can see her brow tense at that, some misguided sense of pride within her prickling at his words.

"What? You don't think anyone actually trusted you, right?" He laughs outright and drags his hand from her face into her hair, tugging at it until she lets out a pained cry. "Hell I doubt there's even a single person out there who even likes you. You couldn't even help your poor mum, left her to rot in that Asylum. After what she did for you, tsk tsk, shame she had a daughter like you."

He lets go of her hair suddenly, and he head drops onto the pillow he so graciously left for her. Not that he cares about her comfort. Dread settles in her as she can read his thoughts through his darkened eyes. Those horns... the additional tail that weaved behind him like a live wire. She could see it clear as day, something that not everyone was able to notice about him.

"I know..." He laughs darkly and sits back on his heels, giving her a moment without his opposite aura hanging over her. "If you want to help people so bad why don't you make yourself useful and start by letting me use that little hole of yours."

He doesn't specify with his words, but when she starts to hyperventilate behind the gag, his reaction tells her she's panicking for good reason.

"You hang around me to keep that pesky halo away, right? How about I help you keep it away for good?" He knocks her legs apart with his knees and a muffled scream slips out of the side of the gag in her mouth, dissolving into gasping cries as she tries to crawl away.

He laughs at her pitiful attempts, hardly able to move anywhere with the way she's trying to pull her body weight along with her elbows on the mattress, with the way he traps her legs down beneath his own.

"Don't go making a big deal out of it. I've done this plenty of times before, and you know that for a fact." He trails his thumb against the smooth silk wrapped around her neck, eyes lidded for a moment before he presses down until her stuggling dies down. "If you're good, I might even make you come again, too."

The sight of devastation in her gaze makes him roll his eyes. His fangs bare slightly when he growls, his words coming out with a harsh edge to them. "Do you think you're actually worth something? Trying to save that for 'someone special' or some shit?"

He smacks his knuckles against her cheek, no real strength behind it, rather a message he tries to get across. "Nah, I know you. Probably about control or some worthless ideal you have. Not that it matters. There's no one like that for you. That's why you're here with me."

His shadow is cast over her once more as he settles himself into position. He laved his tongue over her collarbone, delighting in the way she shivered and cried, his cock twitching in his pants when she cries out at the feeling of his fangs sinking into her skin again. He swipes his tongue over the mark, pulling back and then licking his own lips in satisfaction.

"Not used to getting bit, huh? Must have those dogs of yours leashed really well." He runs his fingers over the mark he made, pressing his nails into the crevices and making her wince and whimper. "Too bad I'm not a dog, and I sure as hell am never letting anyone leash me. You might've avoided this if you hadn't tried, you know?"

His hands slide down to his pants, only needing one to undo them. He unceremoniously slips his hand into his boxers and pulls himself out, the weight of it heavy on her stomach as he lets it fall.

"I let you come on my fingers already, that's all the kindness you're getting from me. I don't want to hear any whining about it not fitting-" He goes from sharp, commanding words, a brief pause interrupting him when he looks at her face, to cackling again. "Ahh, nevermind, looks like I already forgot I prepped for that."

He positions himself in front of her, the tip of his cock prodding at her folds and sliding up to her clit, making her jolt. Her breathing quickly turns to hyperventilating again, and he pushes in without warning, stopping her breathing when he hilts himself all the way inside her virgin cunt.

Her pathetic whining stops as her whole body tenses, clenching down on him involuntarily, and the added sight of the light leaving her eyes makes him groan out loud.

"Fuck, this never gets old." His own breathing stutters, his movements still for only a few seconds before he goes right into a rhythm he's all too familiar with. "See, you're nothing special. Just another hole I get to break in."

He takes a second to pull out until just his tip remains, pursing his lips to repeat shushing sounds into her ears as a silent stream of tears trail down, leaving a cold sensation as they drip down into her ears. Then, with a groaning laugh, he shoves all the way back in again.

"I could be much worse and you're acting like I'm so terrible. Look, first time and you're not even bleeding." His tone lowered to a murmur, his voice only an echo in her ears.

She can feel his breath leading down, hit exhales fanning onto her chest, and in a moment of mercy she didn't know who to express her gratitude to, she barely felt the bite of his fangs into her breast. It was even short, quickly followed by the wet and squirming sensation of his tongue swirling around her nipple before he latches on.

It's almost a pleasant sensation, gentle compared to the piston if his hips against hers, rocking her body into the bed, the headboard slamming against the wall in a way she was sure would bother his neighbors, and she was equally sure he didn't give a shit.

She lets her vision unfocus, allowing a ringing sound in her ears take over her senses until it's over.

She's shaking and dripping when he snatches the ball gag from her mouth, tugging on the knot of the silk ribbon until her arms are unbound again.

She can barely stand on her own when he pulls her up by her hair and shoves her out of his flat, tossing only a button up at her disheveled form before the door is slammed in her face and she's left to collect herself.

[lillieghoul]

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That Night Beneath

the Cherry Blossom Tree

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A NejiHina fic

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S U M M A R Y

Hinata's dream of Naruto's love finally comes true, but it leaves her unsettled. She can't shake the memories of Neji, the one who truly saw her, guided her to strength, and shared a secret sealed beneath the cherry blossom tree that changed everything. As her heart wavers, she begins to realize that the love she thought she wanted might not be the one she truly needed. Neji/Hinata

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P A R T 1

Sliding her window open, Hinata climbed out into the cool evening breeze. She ran, her feet carrying her without direction until she reached the familiar courtyard beneath the cherry blossom tree.

Neji was there, sitting cross-legged in meditation, his calm presence a stark contrast to the storm raging within her.

"Neji-niisan," she called softly, her voice trembling as she approached, desperate for the comfort his presence always gave her amidst the chaos which was her life.

His eyes opened slowly, and he looked up at her. His expression softened immediately, his usual stoicism giving way to an almost imperceptible gentleness reserved only for her.

"Hinata-sama, you've been crying," he said plainly. "Come, sit," he patted the grass.

When she hesitated, he added, "You've always listened to others. Tonight, listen to me."

Slowly, she lowered herself to the ground, her gaze fixed on the grass.

He placed a steady hand on her shoulder, grounding her in the moment. "Now, tell me, what is troubling you?" he probed.

And just with that, all of her carefully guarded emotions threatened to spill over.

"I…" Her voice faltered, and tears began to streak down her cheeks. "I don't know what to do anymore."

"You know I'm always here for you," he said, his voice low and grounding.

With his other hand, he gently brushed away her tears with the pad of his thumb, his touch impossibly tender.

"Chichiue... Hanabi-chan... Naruto-kun..." she tried to begin, just managing to hiccup the names.

"You doubt yourself too much," he interrupted. "You let their words define you - Your father's, Hanabi's… even Naruto's. But strength doesn't come from their approval, Hinata-sama. It comes from within."

More tears spilled over despite her efforts to contain them. "I've tried, Neji-niisan. I've tried so hard, but no matter what I do, it's never enough."

"It will be," he said firmly. "Because I'll make sure of it."

She looked up, startled by the conviction in his voice. His expression was unyielding, his pale eyes locked onto hers.

"You are not weak, and you are not alone. I promise, I will do everything in my power to make you stronger," he declared simply.

Her breath hitched at his response. "What more can you do? You already do enough for me. I'm just not worth it."

Neji's gaze hardened. "Don't you dare say that," he scolded her. He brushed his thumbs over her cheek again, wiping away her tears. "You're more than they see. More than they'll ever understand. And I will help you show them."

Still clutching her face, he kissed her forehead tentatively. "I see you, Hinata-sama."

And just like that, the dam broke.

The walls she had built around herself crumbled, her heart hammering in her chest.

Before she could stop herself - before she could even think, she leaned in and pressed her lips on his.

Neji froze, his eyes as wide as saucers. His entire body stiffened as her lips brushed his, soft and fleeting.

The moment was so sudden, so utterly unexpected, that his mind went completely blank.

He didn't pull away, but he couldn't respond either. His brain was too busy trying to comprehend why.

When she pulled back, her face was flushed, her wide eyes shimmering with more tears. "I… I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "I... don't know what came over me."

Neji's mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. He was the calm, analytical one - always able to assess a situation in seconds.

But now? Now he was lost.

"Hinata-sama," he finally managed, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it, tinted with something almost vulnerable. "What…?"

"I... don't know," she whispered, taking a shaky step back. Her hands fisted at her sides, her chest heaving with the effort to suppress a sob. "I just… I couldn't… I'm sorry."

He was too stunned to fully process what had just happened, but he saw the pain in her eyes and knew it wasn't a moment to dwell on his own confusion.

"It's alright," he said finally, the words tasting foreign in his mouth. He cleared his throat, his voice steadying despite the whirlwind in his chest. "You... don't have to explain."

Hinata's chest tightened at his words, but the shame was too much. Before he could say more, she stood abruptly and fled, disappearing into the shadows of the garden.

Neji remained rooted under the cherry blossom tree, his mind reeling. Slowly, almost unconsciously, he raised his fingers to his lips.

They still felt warm, tingling with the ghost of her kiss.

His thoughts continued spinning in chaotic circles. What did this mean? Why had she done it? Was it a cry for comfort, a mistake born of her vulnerability, or something... deeper?

And how did he feel about it?

More minutes passed by, and his fingers still rested against his lips. And for the first time in as long as he could remember, he didn't have an answer.

R E A D M O R E O N

🌸 AO3 🌸 FanFiction 🌸

[genevawrenn]

I am just going to put this at the top : this post is going to be a long vent about missing Technoblade, please scroll on if you do not wish to read.

We are coming up on two years without him.

We are also coming up on three years since I discovered his content.

I thought I was at the point I could watch one of his videos tonight, as I used to often do when I am doing tasks or writing he was always the background noise I used. I remember calling into work when he streamed for the sheer sake of enjoying them while they happened the few times I caught them before...well. I think you know. He was the reason my passion for writing came back to life and I believed I could actually follow my lifelong dream of eventually publishing a story.

But I suppose the part I always forget about grief is the absence of the unique spirit that person brought to your life. I found his content and engaged with it instantly, developing one of the longest running fixations I have had in a good while. The sheer excitement I'd have getting the notification he went live for one of his rare streams.

I don't think it truly sunk in when he announced his diagnosis. I remember discussing it with the irl friend who got me into watching him and both of us laughed, saying he's strong enough to fight off anything.

A few months pass with his rare posts and there was always this tiny little bit of intuition I had where he never told us what severity of cancer it was. Like he was a very private guy, yes, but this seemed extra...odd.

Then I remember the way my heart sunk when 'so long nerds' popped into my notification bar. The dashing of my heart against the floor texting people as I tearfully listened to Technodad tell us the words his son Alex wished for us to hear.

Its been a long two years. Its been great ones, tbh. I found a new passion with QSMP and Hermitcraft after the finishing of DSMP [tho c!Techno will forever remain close to my heart]. I kept writing, with over half a million words in published fics on ao3 and several WIP including 3 original novels.

But the only one I ever wanted to thank for helping me find my creativity again I can't, and I never will be able to.

I miss Technoblade.

I will never stop missing him.

I wish he could have laughed with his friends for many years yet, being silently proud of their accomplishments while he messed with people on the QSMP. I wish he could have had another MCC with friends.

I wish his unique soul wasn't taken from us so soon, as we weren't done following our hero yet.

But the only thing I can do now is continue to speak his tales. The first book I properly publish, the gratitude page is going to be addressed to him. I will continue to tell others about his accomplishments and tell them to go watch his content on his Youtube channel [get him to 17 million!]! Buy some of his merch [when it comes back in stock]! Support his family & friends!

Though he would call us nerds for crying, I think its beautiful how many lives he touched and how many thousands mourned his passing. He was a light all corners of the MCYT sphere and beyond saw and respected, and not too many creators can claim such an honour.

I'll always be a Voice at my core. Even if I spend my time these days as a crow, a huevito, a ferret, a tubling, a doozer and many more, my heart will forever belong to Technoblade.

Please keep creating art and writing in his name. I love scrolling the fanart tags and adore every piece I come across with my favourite piglin in them. Please, please, please keep saying his name. Sing his legends. Make references, continue the jokes, hang out in one of his friends chats and support the people he loved.

Support those who are still here, even if your heart hurts.

It's only painful because we all loved him so much, which is a beautiful type of sorrow.

[bluestarlett]

additionally; cosmic incorrect quotes.

Asteria: How long do you reckon it’ll be until Saturn finally snaps and commits murder? Seraph: I’ve been going through life assuming it’s already happened at some point and it’s just that no one was ever able to trace it back to them.

Seraph: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Saturn? Saturn: No. Asteria: I do! Seraph: I know, Asteria. Asteria: I’m sad. Seraph: I know, Asteria.

Seraph sneezes Avian: Seraph, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby! Gaea sneezes Avian: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

Saturn: I have a plan. Asteria: I have the hospital and Seraph on speed dial.

Saturn: I got an idea! Seraph: Does it involve breaking the law? Saturn: By now don’t you think that’s a given? Seraph: I was just trying to be optimistic. Saturn: Don’t bother.

Saturn: I hate to disagree with you, but- Asteria: Please, you love to disagree with me. Its your favorite thing to do.

Seraph: I am going to need you to swear- Asteria: Fuck. Seraph: Seraph: …swear as in promise.

Seraph: Are you alright? Asteria: Short answer or long answer? Seraph: Short? Asteria: No. Seraph: Long? Asteria: Nooooooo.

Asteria: I am going to cry. I’m going to cry until I can no longer physically cry anymore because all the water in my body is gone and I die from dehydration. Seraph: Are you okay? Saturn: Did you actually just ask her that? Like, you need that to be answered otherwise you won’t know?

Gaea: All I did was kill Asteria, is that really such a crime? Psyche: Psyche: Yes?!

Saturn: Now it's time for some witty back and forth banter. You go first. Asteria: sobbing Saturn: Look, I'm not sure where to go with that.

Seraph: How would you like your coffee? Asteria: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Seraph, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Seraph: Oh, so you two are getting along very… cordial now? Asteria: Cordial? Nah, we're friends. Seraph: Friends? Asteria: Yeah. After you stopped us fighting, we got to talking. Seems like we have some common interests. Saturn: We both love butterflies. Seraph: Aww– Saturn: And beating people up. Seraph: Oh, okay.

The demon Asteria summoned, standing amidst the destroyed kitchen: How? How were you able to summon me?! Aster, flipping through a cookbook as fast as she can: I don’t know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!

Seraph: Aster, I’m bleeding… Asteria: Oh god… what’s your blood type?! Seraph: B positive… Asteria: …I’m trying to but you’re bleeding.

Gaea: Aeolus ! Have you no dignity? Aeolus: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?

Iris: Aeolus, you're an asshole, man. Aeolus: You are what you eat, Iris.

Psyche: Alright, listen up you little shits. Psyche: Not you Seraph. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

Seraph: Is something burning? Aeolus, leaning seductively on the counter: Just my desire for you. Seraph: Aeolus, the toaster is literally on fire.

Aeolus: Seraph, you love me, right? Seraph: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

Asteria: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. Iris: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. Asteria: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? Iris: Is it working?

Seraph: What are you in the mood for? Aeolus: World domination. Seraph: That's a bit ambitious. Aeolus: You are my world. Seraph: Aww… Aeolus: Seraph: Aeolus: Seraph: OH.

Seraph: Did it hurt when you fell- Aeolus: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Seraph: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. Aeolus: … Seraph: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

Aeolus: Happy October 32nd! Second Halloween! Saturn: That doesn't exist. Aeolus: Not with that attitude.

Saturn: casually taking four stairs at a time Seraph, falling behind, taking two stairs at a time: Fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fu-

Gaea: Love makes people do stupid things. Seraph: I love everything! Gaea: That explains a lot.

Psyche: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer. Gaea: You're right, Charon. Violence can't be the answer. Psyche: Correct, Gaea. Now, on to the next lesso- Gaea: Violence is the question. Gaea: And the answer is yes. Psyche: Gaea, no!!

Aeolus: I'm gonna eat the chicken breasts! Gaea, snickering: Yeah, eat what you lack. Iris, deadpanning at Gaea: Then maybe I should order brains on delivery for you.

Asteria: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don’t answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

Seraph: Saturn noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago. Iris: This reminds me of the Saturn who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi. Seraph: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Saturn.

Asteria: Alcohol is delicious! …I mean, MAlicious. Sorry guys, I’m really drunk right now.

Aeolus: Look, do I consider myself attractive? Yes. But would I have sex with my clone? Also yes.

Seraph: Without ugly, there would be no beauty in this world. Aeolus: Thank you for your sacrifice, Gaea.

at 3am Aeolus: runs into Iris’s room and turns on the light Wake up sleepyhead! Iris: wakes up Dude! Aeolus: cackles Asteria: sits up from where she was sleeping behind Iris What the fuck, Aeolus? Aeolus: jaw drops Wait WHAT-

Psyche: Gaea is not a morning person. Or a night person. There’s really only about seven minutes a day you are fun to be around. Gaea: The best part is you never know when they’re coming.

out grocery shopping Aeolus: takes a free sample twice Aeolus: Robbery and Fraud. I am a Rebel.

Gaea: I am working on this whole Good Guy thing, but anyone who cuts me in line at Starbucks deserves to have their kneecaps shot out, okay?

Iris: Your smile? It makes my day. Asteria: Your happiness? I live for that. Gaea: A room? Get one. Aeolus: Hotel? Trivago.

Asteria: Could you maybe just like… stab me… right in the gut. Just REALLY twist it in there. ‘Cause that honestly seems less painful than this conversation.