#like I'm sure you COULD sit down and analyze it easily

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

I've thrown on American Psycho like two more times in the background since watching it cause it's short and it's really reslly funny to me and just like... I like that movie a lot I think. Not even because it's particularly good or profound or anything I just think it's really fucking funny. Christian Bale acts like a psychopath for about an hour and a half and delivers the most fucking bullshit absurd sentences like he REALLY believes them. "Cool it with the antisemitic remarks" and "STUPID BITCHEE" are lines said by the same character. The short soliloquy he says where he goes "I'm not really there" is a great little blurb about dissociation to me and I really like it and I cannot ever use it anywhere because it's spoken by fucking Patrick Bateman who goes on violent misogyny-fueled killing spree like 30 minutes later. This movie is so fucking funny.

[moviestarmartini]

la playa - jude bellingham x reader

" yo te lo hice a ti en la playa / justo al frente de la orilla / ella y yo no somo' nada pero solo entre comilla "

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader

summary: situationship!jude asked to spend the summer vacations with you. he's been looking at you with something other than his hungry eyes for some time now.

wc: 2.0k

warnings: really short instagram aus at both the beginning and the end, situationship where they both clearly fell for each other but won't discuss it, pet names in spanish, NSFW, semi-public sex, soft dom!jude if you squint, teasing, p in v, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all), creampie, cockwarming, fluff (aka two big goofs in love).

A/N: i haven't written a fic in more than a year but i'm on break from uni and this man has been plaguing my every thought UGHH i'm also tired of january, it should be spring break already so i'm manifesting that energy into both this fic and the new year !! reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated :>

now playing... la playa by myke towers

yourusername verano contigo 🤍

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked, settling your phone down after the content had been uploaded.

You met Jude by spare chance. You’d been living in Madrid for a bit more than a year, occupied with your studies by the time the star boy reached the promised land. Jogging in Valdebebas at six thirty in the morning and having a black car pull up next to you was the way you were sure you were leaving this earth, instead finding a footballer asking for directions at the other side of the rolled-down window.

You easily discover the real reason later on. He was not lost, but had seen you around the residential complex; he’d only gotten the courage to talk to you after taking a big jug of coffee that morning, or so he claimed.

You’d noticed he had been staring at your glistening skin as you tanned your backside, but decided against commenting until the cheeky smile started to blossom. “Nothin’ “ He shook his head, but a tiny smile was half hidden behind his plush lips, giving away other intentions. The sun was so bright it was dazing, you’d sat under it for a while now hoping to darken your skin. The heat felt funny inside your tummy, similar to how Jude made your guts churn whenever he hooked your legs over his shoulders. “You’re sitting too far. C’mere.”

“Jude, mi rey, we’ve been holding hands the whole time I’ve been tanning.” You replied shortly, looking at him from behind your shades.

“Not close enough.” He practically whined, tugging at your arm with need, coercing you to get up and sit on his lap under the shade.

“Better?” You asked from your newfound place in his crotch, warm bodies coming in contact as you settled. You noticed him nod, his arm wrapping your waist in a way his forearm rested against your bare abdomen covering your belly button.

“Why won’t you post me?” His lower lip puckered out, eliciting a laugh out of you as you turned to face him briefly before turning towards the vast ocean in front of you. A small groan left his lips at the innocent movement.

After analyzing the vivid memory of his face, and thinking through your words, you spoke up. “Didn’t know if you wanted me to.” Once again, got comfortable in his lap. A sigh followed, coming from the man behind you.

“Have I ever told you how much I like that bikini on you?” Jude spoke after a minute or so of comfortable silence. You felt him toying with the drawstring of the bottoms. You could also feel something poking at your bare ass. “But not as much as I like you…”

“I think you’ve mentioned how you wanted to take it off.” Your voice barely came out; a mumble almost, ignoring the last sentence. Your heart thud against your chest, louder than it had done before when he questioned his presence— or lack thereof— in your vacation post. You peered around the area, only to find the waves crashing close to your beach beds’ location, and pearl-ish white sand spread for miles on end— just the two of you.

You felt him nod again, his chin brushing against your shoulder. Though he confirmed your suspicions of his true intentions, Jude’s hand didn’t undo the strap that held together the skimpy bikini. Instead, his fingers trailed the hem of the swimsuit, barely touching the warm skin. “Can I?”

The tone of his voice was low, the manner only brought goosebumps down your spine. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of being eager, or at least the stupor of the hot day didn’t allow you to nod fast enough for you to look desperate. “You don’t know how happy I am to get you like this…” His hand sneaked under the piece at a painfully slow pace. Even though you knew what was going to happen, your breath got stuck in your throat.

“You always get me like this whenever you please.” It could be a complaint coming from anyone else, but it was just the reality of the situation. The relationship between you and Jude was… unclear. Feelings had been owned up to, but a title hadn’t been discussed. In fact, this was the first trip you tagged along; he asked you personally to do so. But you still decided against reading too much into it.

“You were saying, love?” Jude chuckled with malice, smirking at the way your skin prickled up at his touch applied to the bundle of nerves between your legs— which also spread involuntarily to give him better access. The way your words morphed with the moans and delirious sighs brought only further satisfaction to the British national.

“Don’t get all sassy with me.” You complained through a breathy laugh, eyes falling shut. His other hand trailed upwards your torso, to rest against your breasts and get straight into the task of cupping the left one first. The circles to your clit were steady, too steady for your liking. But still good enough to enjoy, and your moans let him know he was doing a stellar job. As per usual.

“What do you want, amor?” You managed to ask. Jude could’ve internally cursed, you knew him too well. A little too well for his liking. Instead of providing an answer, he pressed harder against your clit, the pressure catching you off guard, doubling down the attitude too.

“You,” Jude replied after what seemed years after he couldn’t take any more of your squirming. “Just you, all for me.” You could feel his stubble brushing against your shoulder before his lips pressed onto the length of your neck. It was all too much for you; the heat, the bright sun, the dryness settling in your tongue, his hands touching your body, his hard, clothed cock pressing against your backside, and the coil tightening in your lower stomach.

But he stopped.

Almost bewildered, you gasped, at the same time he undid the bunny ears that kept your swimsuit together. A smile crept onto your face as you turned to face him, thighs on either side of his hips. “You’re looking at me like that again.” You noted humbly, undoing the string of your bra. He couldn’t even formulate a response at the sight of your bare body, eyes scanning every inch, adoring the fresh tan lines.

“How could I not? You’re perfect.” Jude breathed out, leaning forward to catch his lips in yours. It was slow, but oozing with need and passion. You felt a pressure built up in your stomach, sparks, but you hesitated if he ever felt those around you.

“My perfect girl.” He breathed against your lips, hands holding onto your hips as he watched you undo the string that held his swimsuit tighter to his waist. He helped you pull the item down, barely resting at his upper thighs.

He leaned forward once again to catch your lips on his, letting out a tiny groan as you leaned further, just to tease him. “Kiss me,” Jude whined, stomach tightening at the firm grip around his shaft.

“Tranquilo, mi rey.” You cooed, working him up by rubbing his swollen tip on the warm and wet hole before finally sinking down his length. A pair of harmonious groans left both of your lips once you sat in his lap again, hips circling to get accustomed to the stretch.

“I can’t calm down when I’m obsessed with you.” Jude breathed out, large hands helping you steady the pace of your hips. He watched hypnotized by the way his cock disappeared in and out of your warm walls. His eyes were set, as though he wanted to train them to imprint the image in the back of his mind.

Your voice snapped him out of his trance. “Eyes up here, big boy.” The friendly banter defined your relationship; you often wondered if putting a label on things would make that disappear. But it was all just a wall to hide behind the adoration you felt for him, using it to dodge every compliment, in fear that none of his words were sincere. You could tell he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest when meeting your eyes, and the look you couldn’t pinpoint for the whole afternoon reappeared as he tangled his fingers in your hair and drew you right in for a kiss.

A kiss fierce enough to make you weak in the knees.

It was the perfect opportunity for Jude to accommodate his stance to start thrusting upwards, the sweetest noise he managed to squeeze out from the back of your throat was worth the tension in his core. Instantly, your back arched to give him the perfect angle. “I want you like this all the time…” He moaned into your mouth, hands on your hips to pin you down.

“Jude…” You mewled, the sound of skin coming into contact filling the empty air, harmonizing with the waves crashing near the beach spot you both occupied. You could feel your orgasm building rapidly, and Jude wasn’t foreign to the squeezing that built-up with every frantic thrust.

“C’mere doll, you’re doing so good f’me. Cum all over my cock, c’mon.” His voice was soft, the encouragement overlapping with his own groans of pleasure. He drew you into his arms, holding you close to his chest. Jude resisted the usual drawn-out teasing and mocking, now finding satisfaction in babying you as he slammed deep into you.

The string of incoherent babbles left your mouth shortly after his praises reached your ears. Jude closed his eyes to both contain himself from releasing at the way your pulsating walls were milking him so deliciously, but to also cherish the way your moans turned up the octave, nails digging into the sweaty skin of his bicep. Yet again, the heat you’ve been withstanding for the entirety of that morning hazed you, making a fantastic team with the warmth of Jude’s strong arms and the faded smell of his cologne mixed in with the salty air.

But all it took to push you right off the edge was a kiss. A single kiss pressed to your shoulder.

Your release consisted of a cocktail of your orgasm and a wave of realization crashing over you. You were head over heels with the man who was currently squishing your face against his buff chest, strong arms wrapped around your waist as he held you down. Groans and chants of your name replaced your meek moans and sighs, his cum filling you up. You allowed him the luxury of doing so every once in a while, and the dream-like stupor that enveloped your mind currently created the desire for him to do so.

The sounds of waves crashing filled the air once more, overshadowing the heavy breathing you shared. You stayed put, even cuddling closer to him as soon as the tremor left your legs. Time seemed to slow down, and you wondered how difficult the task of pulling away from him would soon be.

“Can I post you?”

Jude broke the silence, he’d been busy brushing your hair strands back into place upon the comfortable silence you’d set on. There was an arm still wrapped along the width of your waist. You pulled back to look him in the eyes, expecting to see playfulness in them, but finding a completely serious stare in return. “Since a certain someone won’t post me…”

“Oh, stop it!” You laughed, cheeks flushed at the idea. “If you think it's that great on an idea…” You puckered your lips while replicating his tone, cupping his face and planting a peck on his lips.

Jude smirked, licking his lips to chase the taste of you. But his eyes were soft, full of adoration. That look. It would blossom by just admiring your presence, or during one of his favorite activities– making you happy. “All I have are great ideas. Amazing, even.” He stole a peck off from you. You giggled, and a smile subconsciously peaked from behind his lips.

His heart flipped in his chest for the hundredth time that trip.

Jude, lost for words, just shook his head and reached for his phone. He started to wonder how a person could compete so easily with the grandiose, warmth and shine of the sun above.

But one peek down at you, snuggled up against him, answered all his questions.

judebellingham summer with you 🤍

A/N: used @ keilanilizbeth on instagram as the fc

and that pic on the left has me wishing i could match sambas with jude 😞😞

[lovelyladyabsinthewrites]

Homelander being obsessed with his sister HC IV

Warnings: heavy siblingxsibling implications, Homelander being such a narcissist that he falls in "love" with his own sibling, dubcon, noncon, manipulation, stalking, basically all the horrible parts of HL come out to play, MC has blonde hair and blue eyes like HL, different plot than 'All I Ever Wanted, All I Ever Needed', kidnapping,

I II III V

With you and Homelander demolishing the top floor of Vought Tower with your fighting, the rest of the floors are forced to evacuate.

You're younger and smaller than Homelander. Worse was your inexperience with fighting against another supe of his pedigree.

I imagine that somehow you manage to escape and get away but it's only a matter of time before Homelander sniffs you out. But both of you are battered from the fight, each tired.

He doesn't try to fight you. instead he sits down next to you, heaving out a sigh. You're scared, you won't lie. At any moment HL could just turn to you and grab you.

"I'm just. . . terrified to lose you again." HL finally admits. You've heard how he was raised. That isolating loneliness along with the terrible trials they put him through must have really fucked him up. You couldn't even fathom what he'd went through.

That was still no excuse for him kidnapping you. He understood what he had down in keeping you against your will. How else would he be sure he'd ever see you again?

There was obvious desperation in his voice, a tremor in his blue eyes as he has a death grip on your hand. He was just a child. An overgrown, murderous child that had never experienced genuine love and affection.

Don't get me wrong, you are fucking furious. You were kept against your will. You felt like his goddamn canary in a gilded cage. You'd never felt so powerless in your entire life. You hated that feeling. Was that how civilians felt around you?

All that time left alone in his apartment gave you a lot to think about. You'd rolled the situation over and over in your head. Analyzing all that you knew and all that you were still learning.

Both of you spend hours there, just talking. More than you had during your entire captivity. It was difficult for Homelander to be honest about his feelings. He told you all the fucked up shit he'd done. You tell him your own fears and he really listens.

By no means though have you forgiven him. You point that out but say "I suppose the only way you can ever get my forgiveness is if you prove to me that you're truly sorry."

You knew, in his twisted little head, that he loved you. More than anyone has. Maybe a little too much with the way he looked at you sometimes or certain things that would slip from his mouth every now and then.

If you wanted him to prove himself to you, that meant that you were willing to see him again.

You set boundaries, though a few of them you noticed him grimace at. If he wanted you in his life, willingly, he had to abide by them.

You were not going to be anyone's prisoner ever again. No matter how nicely they treated you

He wasn't going to like not having you easily accessible. This was how healthy and normal relationships worked. If there was any chance of getting you to trust him again, he'd have to go along with it.

At least it would give him the opportunity to see you and perhaps have you warmed up to him once more.

[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

I'm not sure if you've seen the hype around sky being in his undershirt and being ✨pretty✨ in the recent update, but could I please request reader fawning over Yan!sky in his undershirt or some general hc's for him?

Thanks for requesting!

Notes: This is the actual request, but I'll post some headcannons later for him as well!

Anyways, I, in fact, wasn't around when the whole hype happened, however after a quick search I was able to actually see what all of this was about.

Idk if this can be considered self indulgent, but my immediate idea when it came to writing this was that the reader liked those types of clothes from pinterest. Hopefully I'm not the only one, but those types of clothes just scratch a very specific itch in my brain.

I did not plan for the random suggestiveness at the middle of this oneshot, actually, I never plan, this just came out somehow.

The headcannons!

TWs: Light yanderism, slightly suggestive, the Links being creeps and clothing thievery.

Yandere! LU! Sky x Reader

This is a robbery, not romantic.

The hot, rocky ground has absolutely no respect whatsoever for your shoes.

Out of all the places you had to walk to in the past, along with these guys, this volcano had to be on the top 3 of the worst places you've ever visited.

Walking up the volcano certainly had you sweating, however, you felt like the drops of sweat could barely reach the fabric of your undershirt before they evaporated due to the sheer heat. You weren't even halfway up the path yet, but your legs were already disagreeing with the rhythm the group had adopted to advance as fast as physically possiple. In short, you were slowing down everyone, since the Links refused to let you walk anywhere that wasn't in the middle of them, so that if anything happened, you'd be protected.

A was a distant memory of yours resurfaced in your brain, something about some discovery channel documentary you had watched a long time ago about elephants and how they kept the weaker elephants in the middle of the herd when traveling, the weak being youngins, elderly or sick elephants. 

Frowning, you couldn't help but wonder in which category of weak you fell according to them.

Legend, who was staring keeping an eye on you through the whole trip, as he always did, noticed your struggle and elbowed Warriors, causing the man to let out a choked sound of surprise before Legend gestured to you with his thumb, scowling with his eyebrows furrowed, the same expression he always made sure to put on when something related to you in some way, covering up the softness of his eyes with a hard glare and a grimace.

Warriors, upon analyzing your stance for a second, was able to easily pick on how tired you were, and after taking into account how everyone else was, even if it wasn't as important as your well being, in the end he lifted his hand in a silent gesture for a break.

Nothing in that moment could rival or even equal to the feeling of fresh water coating your tongue and dry throat after so much of that burning sun and heat.

Your feet felt sore already, at this point it was like walking barefoot would be better than walking with those hard-soled boots. Then, you frowned once again, looking down to the bottom of one of your boots, it seemed like those boots were made for strolling on the soft grass, not hiking up a rocky mountain. Worst of all, the heat was so high you were sure you'd get burned as soon as your bare foot made contact with the ground outside the small cave you and the guys were sitting in, so you had no other option than just keeping the shoes on, even if you felt like the damn thing would just melt at some point.

Today, your mood had been dampened considerately, your face unable to catch a break from your constant sour expression. You felt as if you were Legend's replacement for a day.

After checking the really small cave and it's surroundings, the Chain finally seemed to deem it safe for now in a silent agreement between themselves. You were already sitting against some rock and letting the tension flow out of your body much before that.

Others joined you in sitting against rocks or the walls of the cave.

With a quick glance to Time, and a small amused scoff paired with a nod as response from the elder, Twilight was off most of his clothes, keeping only his bottom clothes on.

It was as if a domino effect had taken place, the rest of the Links around you began shedding their layers of clothing, the silence being disturbed by the sounds of fabric and other articles of their attire shuffling and eventually being either dropped or carefully placed on the floor, close enough to be quickly put back on incase something happened. Chatter began traveling around the group.

You had half the mind to move to do the same, your hands and eyes drifting down to the hem of your tunic, beginning to pull it up. 

The chatter suddenly seemed to die down, only one voice still talking. Your hands paused when your mind registered the sudden almost silence, your eyes slowly drifting back up to glance around, noticing how everyone was just… Staring at you…

Even for someone oblivious, the hunger eagerness in their gaze was undeniable.

Naturally, your eyes searched for Time, seeking some kind of refuge, surely the elder would have something to say about this, right?

Wrong. Time's only functional eye was half lidded, trained on your form with the same desire interest apparent in his gaze, you felt like a mouse under the watchful gaze of a hawk, his head tilted as his cheek rested on his fist, the hints of a smug smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

This stare of his felt almost physically uncomfortable, unnerving in a way, like his glare, but worse.

Confusion settled over both you and Wind, who only now seemed to notice that despite all of his talking, he wasn't receiving any response. Looking up just as confused as you once were, his eyebrows furrowed as he traded baffled glances with you.

"What happened? Why the hell is everyone so quiet?" Wind asked, a confused pout settling on his features, his arms defensively crossed over his chest once he noticed the attention of the group was on you, he didn't like one bit how they were looking at you, his "I'm ready to throw hands" stance made that obvious.

The thought made you internally chuckle. Easing up the tension present in the cave as you let the fabric fall back over your tights, releasing it and giving up on the idea of taking it off. This seemed to finally awaken the others, making you grateful for Wind's brotherly protectiveness, your unease fading a bit as they went back to normally talking along with friendly bickering from Warriors regarding Wind's tense figure.

"Goddesses, I didn't remember Eldin Volcano being this hot!" Sky groaned from somewhere on your left, making you turn to look at him.

He still kept his undershirt on despite shedding all his other top layers, seemingly still too shy around you and the others to get that bare. 

You took a moment to admire his shirt and how pretty it looked on him. You just had to take a picture of him in that shirt to post on pinterest later, such a sight surely belonged there.

That was for later though, you didn't have any signs of internet just yet.

"Who gave you the right." Your voice sounded more like an affirmation than a question, your face blank, void of any emotion as you uttered those words, leaving Sky unsure of how he should respond or even react, should he respond at all? The way you spoke confused him more often than not.

"Hah- Uhm… Hylia…? I am not sure I know what you are talking about exactly…" Shy responded slowly, stuttering a bit. The almost apologetic expression on his face made you want to both retreat and smother him with hugs, you know those moments when you find something so cute that you just want to squeeze it as hard as you can? That was how you felt right now.

Sky felt lightly threatened by your blank expression.

It was quite funny to you, his reactions. He'd hardly ever know how to respond to your kind of humor, but his awkward answers and bashful smiles made up for it, making you either grin along or just flat out laugh, as if he had actually responded correctly to whatever random stuff you had just sprouted with a fully straight face. Your reactions to his reactions made him feel embarrassed but also happy, very much glad your attention was on him.

"Who gave you the right to be so pretty?" Your eyes softened, your blank expression falling as a starry-eyed one took place, the way you were looking at him made his heart melt, warm blood being pumped up to his cheeks, a redness taking over his face and the tips of his ears, almost spreading to his neck. Sky was stunned into silence, he didn't even try to speak, he knew from past experiences that trying to speak in this state would lead him to stumble over his words, only embarrassing himself further, like he was a teenager once again.

He resorted to slightly covering his reddened face, his hand coming up to scratch at the side of his head as it tilted down a bit, an timid yet flattered smile tugging at his mouth. His teeth dug into the soft flesh of the inside of his cheek, trying to keep the smile at bay as to not grin at you like a maniac.

Just a simple compliment and he already felt like he had been reduced into a puddle of himself, melted and absolutely compliant to you, how you didn't see his adoring gaze up at you was a mystery, it wasn't like he was doing a good job of hiding it anyway, unconsciously trying to make himself smaller than you all the while trying to appeal even more to your eyes, puffing out his chest. His gaze dropping to your mouth every now and then, your lips looked absolutely delectable framing that ethereal smile of yours.

His cheeks burned brighter at the mere thought of sealing his lips against yours.

"You should definitely wear it more often." You blurted out, too busy ogling at the shirt to notice you said it out loud, too busy to notice the amused and flaunted closed lip smile taking over his grin. 

"I mean, I kind of do wear it everyday…"  A soft snort left his nose, filling your ears as his voice followed, smug, he had definitely seen you looking, making you scoot back once you realized where you really were, leaning into Sky's personal bubble and reaching out to touch the fabric of his shirt not that he minded anyway. "It's just under my clothes most of the time." 

He chuckled quietly, watching with great interest as rich shades of red flushed your face, your cheeks gaining a whole new coloration with his teasing.

The change in dynamics wasn't unwelcomed in any way by him, in fact, Sky found it nice that he wasn't the one flustered this time around.

You, however, were wondering whether you liked the shirt more or the way the shirt fit on Sky. God only knew how badly you wanted to feel that fabric, it was probably cotton, and hand made according to Sky's measurements, meaning it was made to fit him perfectly, way more than it'd fit on anyone else. Yeah, you could see that.

Without noticing, your previous grimace and sour mood had been replaced by a stupid smile on your lips. Sky had this type of side effect on you.

"You know what I meant." Your reply came out in an embarrassed huff, frowning jokingly with your arms crossed, trying to conceal the blush in your face so it would, hopefully, go away, that is, if you were lucky.

You weren't, not really.

"Yeah I know." He replied, a cheerful yet sweet smile on his face, still eyeing your blushy complexion. "I'll make sure to 'wear' it more, at least in situations where we're not being attacked by a dozen of monsters." He joked, rendering you unable to keep a shit-eating grin off of your face.

Sky shyly smiled back at you, mindlessly smoothing out any wrinkles in his shirt while you kept staring, him gladly letting you do as you pleased, drinking up in your attention.

The heat only seemed to grow as the day progressed into mid-day, the sun directly above the cave you guys were in. You'd managed to take off your tunic and gear by now, and it had already helped with relieving some of the suffocating heat, even if you kept your undershirt in place, on your body, overly aware of the multitude of eyes lingering on your form every now and then.

As a result of that same heat, Sky finally succumbed and took off his undershirt, the pretty one you adored, and simply placed it on the dusty, dirty floor, just like that, not treating the white shirt with any respect, completely ignoring the possibility of it getting stained or wrinkled, which pulled an indignant gasp from you.

His attention was once again brought to you by your gasp, puzzled until his eyes really landed on you and processed just what exactly you were doing.

In a quick movement, you snatched Sky's shirt from the floor, forgetting about how tired and sore your feet were in order to dash to the other end of the cave with the shirt clutched in your arms. Despite his recklessness with his clothes, you had to thank Sky for leaving his shirt so easy for you to just kidnap.

The blond's shock faded after a bit, prompting him to spring up and chase after you, not necessarily mad, but definitely not used to having his clothes stolen.

Even so, his mirthful laughter rang out, serving only to fuel you in your attempt to flee from your chaser, still clutching his property to your chest.

[missnightshade]

❝ FOUND² ❞

Moiraine Sedai x Original Character

English is not my first language.

          

The first two days with the Aes Sedai were helpless. Moiraine was stubborn, quiet, misterious and infuriating. She was born with the irritating habit of speaking with her eyes, and they didn't say much as Ahrim herself wasn't trained to understand what was going on inside her mind. It was almost like Moiraine's hopes rested on the fact that the owner of the small yet comforting cottage was nothing but a normal person.

But the Blue Ajah also knew, or suspected, that Ahrim was not who she played herself to be. Not when she was the only living creature with enough courage to live as close to The Shadow City as they were. Even as far as she lived, Moiraine could feel the strength Mashadar held upon those lands, even if it lived inside the walls of the once great city of Aridhol. She was even more skeptical about her healer as the days rolled around and the brunette started to find herself learning bits about Ahrim's life as she was the only one that could make the house less silent. Not to mention the slight feeling she had running though her everytime Ahrim got as close as possible to heal her.

Moiraine listened carefully to her every word and everytime, the green-eyed woman almost believed that her company for the week was actually invested in her stories on the run. The Sedai wanted to know more, she was sure. But it was only to suffice her knowledge of the person she didn't trust. Not being able to fully use her channeling abilities without promoting herself to death bed, it was useless to look for something if not by listening.

She wasn't the type to easily trust. In a world in which the Dark One's forces  were stronger by the minute, it seemed too much to ask from her. Ahrim, on the other hand, touched her shoulder like she was familiar with Moiraine's presence, and like she could kill her at the same time.

In fact she couldn't. Not only by her oath, but also because of her weeping strength. It was better than before crossing paths with the woman standing just outside, feeding the few birds that would come to this place in hopes to find easy food. As the woman, dressed in a navy dress with white details moved around the backyard and back to the house, the Sedai winced in pain, but didn't wander away from the window to sit down and rest, like Ahrim told her to. She worried that these extra days of traveling would end up with the kids killing themselves, but there was little she could do in that state.

“I told you to stay in bed," the voice echoed inside the house and Moiraine was sure that from the far cry of her tone, she was still in the kitchen.

It took a few more minutes till the healer was inside the room she was occupying. Moiraine's eyes were glued to the forest, but a smirk played on her lips as she heard Ahrim exasperated sigh, putting something on the nightstand before approaching her.

“It'd be much easier to care for you if you listened."

“I'm not much of a listener.” was her response as she distanced herself from the window, deciding to sit on the bed before Ahrim lost her patience. “And was never good at following rules."

She smiled that wicked smile Ahrim hated, and then loved. It was exciting, and had the power to drive you in like a senseless puppy in need of attention. She hated it.

“I'm not making rules for you, I'm trying to keep you alive." Ahrim answered, carefully siting in her usual chair, bringing the cloths, hot water and herbs closer. Her eyes analyzed Moiraine, and then again the brunette felt a pulling in her own power, but the sensation was gone fast enough. “And you've shown yourself to be good at listening, giving that you're not much of a talker."

“I'd simply like to know you.", There was a long pause and none of them said anything while Ahrim's hands worked to put aside the yet to change shirt she was dressed in. And then again, while she was cleaning the wound, Ahrim looked too focused and too good at what she was doing. Another pulling inside her body and the slight pain of the wound made her talk. “Its uncommon the circumstances we've found you in.”

“ I found you." was all ahrim said, as quick as possible, hoping to cause a diversion in the subject, already feeling the direction it was going.

“ In the middle of nowhere, close the Shadar Lagoth, where not even Trollocs dare to enter. Still, you've built a life here and seem content with it." she conspired, eyeing how Ahrim's expression grew darker, and how uncomfortable the touch against her skin became. “Why? Why do you live here? What are you hiding from?"

There was a sudden movement. Ahrim was standing within the second, hands slightly shaking as the chair balanced itself almost getting knocked from ralt. Moiraine saw how nervous she looked, almost mad. Ahrim eyed the wound, halfway taken care of, but left the room without a second glance. The lady knew then she had put salt in an open wound, too much to ask for the blonde's ever bright nature to cope with.

The other next two days were different. On the day Ahrim almost fell apart, she eventually went back into the room to finish up attending to Moiraine before her body was taken over by the poison again. By the end of the forth day there was hope Lan was going to be back soon, and that Moiraine was going to be alright.

Ahrim was scared for too many reasons. She cared for the Aes Sedai, yet was afraid of her and what she meant after their little situation the day prior. She was always on the verge of breaking whenever the older woman did as little as looking at more for more than a few seconds. It was a behavior that made Moraine doubt, and care too much for the younger one. The fragility and humanity shown was enough to break the walls she Blue Ajah carefully built to survive the days spent with her. But now, as the feeling of Lan became a little closer to home, she feared her time was limited. Ahrim also feared Moiraine's time was limited, but for other obvious reasons.

Not many survive with Trollocs poison for so long.

As the forth day came to an end, Ahrim was set by the fire. It was a particularly cold night, and being surrounded by woods didn't provide as much heat as they needed. Her mind was going into spirals. Moraine didn't even need to hear her steps around the house at dawn to know that she wasn't sleeping soundly for the past days.

The Blue Ajah was out of the bed. Somehow Ahrim managed to help her with bath more than twice, and it was the most intimate she's been with someone other than Lan in two years. So, as she ghosted against the doorframe that led the open living area and shared kitchen to the corridor, she was dressed in one of her spare clothes packed for the long two-year trip. It was the most comfortable set of clothes she had, just a simpler version of the one she was wearing before, but without her Ajah covering her shoulders as Ahrim made sure to wash it and it was now waiting for the sun to dry in the next morning.

Green eyes looked at her after a while, and even though she'd heard little from Ahrim in the last days, she somehow found herself already knowing what that look meant. So, as quietly as possible, she approached the woman sat on the ground, with a heavy blanket under her, and another resting of her lap. As she found a place beside the woman and blue eyes bore into the flames of the fireplace, listening to the cracks of the fire, soft hands brought the blanket over her sitting body, sharing it enough.

They stayed like that for a while, no one daring to talk as they had since the inconvenience. But they were never that close. Partly because two bodies produced heat. Partly because they both needed it.

“It's painfully awkward to hear your voice only ever so often.” Moiraine was the first to speak, eyes shifting from the fire to look at Ahrim's blank expression, lit by the flashing pattern of the flames. “I am truly deeply sorry if I've said something that upset you. It was not my intention to do so by making you feel uncomfortable inside your own home."

The blonde woman stayed like that, apathetic, for another painful amount of time that even made Moiraine sure that whatever was awakened by her words, it wouldn't be undone till she was gone and thriving away from her life. It was saddening, almost, to think like that.

“ I'm from Caemlyn.” her voice and information surprised the brunette that was now comfortable in a position that allowed her to look between the glowing fire, and the gloomy once-sunshine girl. “Born and raised. Had a family, two younger siblings. A boy that must be twelve now, a girl that should be eight. When I left they were eight and four. It was the most painful thing. To look at them and my mother and know that, even if they cried and suffered, it'd still be better that way.”

Ahrim's voice was soft and full of sorrow, but no hint of crying came. Moiraine was sure she had gone through all of those words over and over again in the past four years, untill it didn't made her cry anymore. She didn't ask why. She couldn't. And she didn't have to.

“ I - they were in danger. Being next to me, that is. I knew that when I hurt my sister. She was so young and even if it was a small thing, the next time it wouldn't. So I ran away. Found a place that I'd be safe, and keep them, anyone else, safe.”

“There's nothing safe about this land, Ahrim. ” she corrected, holding her hands under the blanket. They were warm, but shaky.

“ You and Lan were the first ones in years to stop by, and giving your state, it was rather uncommon." Ahrim said, almost smiling. “ I was uncomfortable because you were right. And I didn't want you to be. I didn't want to be afraid of you. But then I was, I still am. But -

“But?" She stared at her, blue eyes meeting hazel.

“ You pull me in enough to make my mind too foggy. I fear for your health more than I fear for my own.”

Those words were almost like knifes. As Moiraine nested closer to her heat, her head fell on Ahrim's shoulders and she felt too week to do anything, say anything. It was like this half painful confession brought two sides of the same coin, and only one could be chosen to play with. So she chose none.

Chose not to care what Ahrim's past meant while tangled with her newfound admiration of the younger, or what Ahrim's  feelings towards her meant against her fear. It was too complicated to understand, and her body felt like giving up against the blonde's frame, until there was nothing in her mind but the sound of cackling fire.

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In the next day, things went hellish. Light forgive Ahrim, but the only thing running though her mind was how unfair it was that Moiraine's life was again in the line.

Last night she felt Moiraine slipping away after their talk. At first she was certain it was only the comfort of heat and a body to rest on that slowly lured her to sleep, but after a few minutes of almost vanishing breathing from the Sedai, she stared to panic.

There was no apparent reason as to why Moiraine was suddenly fighting for her life again. She was treating the wound, it was much better and almost free from the superficial poisoning. So, after another sleepless night trying to keep her alive, she decided that the poison was already taking over her body from deep inside.

When Lan got to the house, on the marked fifth day, he had a beautiful woman by his side. Ahrim was exasperated, and one look from her was enough to tell him how bad things were.

“ Found a camping two days from here. There'll be someone there to help her.”

As the big man went closer to the bed, Ahrim's stepped in front of the unconscious, pale and dying Moiraine, holding a face that was far too serious for herself. She looked at the woman with braids and dressed in green behind him, looking at anything but the two. Was she not an Aes Sedai? She had to be.

“ She won't survive an hour moving in the back of a horse. She'll barely make out alive here if someone doesn't cure her with magic.”

Lan was lost to say the least. He thought he'd have more time, but the encounter with the Wisdom of The Two Rivers was an issue he was not proud to address. He looked at her, questioning once more if she could do anything.

“ I'm no witch. But I can take a look and see if I have something to hel-"

Ahrim almost rolled her eyes at that, patience and time slipping as fast as anything. She was going to scream at her, the stress taking over, before there was a week voice calling.

“Lan?"

As answering the call from the Wheel, the man was by Moiraine's side. She was delusional, mumbling things no one could understand, but Lan seemed to. And whatever it was, didn't sit well with Ahrim. It was almost like they were accepting to see each other for the last time.

The second Lan was standing again, there was a soft touch of cold hand against hers. Moiraine was using her last drop of strength to call for her, and pull her in.

“ Hey...stop, please. ” Ahrim pleaded, eyes shinning with worry and tears. She barely had her there. She was fine, healthier. “Stop trying to say goodbye, I won't do that. ”

There was a faint smile in Moiraine lifeless features, and her fingers were suddenly intertwined with the younger's ones, before Ahrim felt like she could be lost there too, alongside Moiraine. And by the Light, why everything in her life had to be a lost? She was so tired of wanting something, of having to taste it just to never do it again. Her family, her life, her powers, her -- Moiraine.

Moiraine was quiet again, the breathing getting slower by the second, and the grip on her hand weaker. A wave of another kind of fear and something with the resemblance of hatred and hurt burst inside of her, and for the first time since meeting Moiraine and Lan on that dammed clearing on her side of the woods, Ahrim allowed herself to fully channel, a wild and reckless type of magic flowing through her by manifesting the true Talent that she was best at: healing.

It's been ages since she'd done it the last time, and if felt as learning to ride a horse. It ran freely, almost uncontrollably so. And just as she felt herself losing her control and focus in healing Moiraine's almost dead body, there was another softer and tamed channeling of the one power tangled with hers, a silver mist grounding Ahrim's before her eyes found the infuriating Blue Ajah bringing her back from the road she promised herself not to travel close to any other human.

As she poison was absorbed and sucked by Ahrim's magic, the brunette's cheeks gain another colored tone Lan haven't seen since the blade tone into her, and a breathless Ahrim almost fell, hands grasped the younger before she could collapse on the floor, instead falling over Moiraine's recovered body.

Not a sould moved inside of the room. Lan was too shocked to say anything regarding the exposure of a channeling woman he didn't know. The Wisdom was almost sure she was seeing a crazy sick show and it was all a freaking prank. Ahrim's mind was blank, she was tired and emotionally drained with all of the feelings that had gone through her since Moiraine came into her life, and Moiraine herself was too stunned by the power Ahrim held. Now her mind could pick up the pieces from what she felt around the healer. Could understand better her fear towards the Sedai and what her presence meant.

“ You're...a Wilder.” was all she whispered, looking down to the woman struggling to lift her own body from the place Moiraine had offered her against her chest. “And you saved me.”

Her voice was incredulous, but not mad, not threatening or meaning anything more than what It was. Ahrim's was a rare kind of women that survived touching the source without being trained by the tower. The one in four. And she'd found her. A woman that exposed herself and risked being taken to the tower just so she wouldn't die. They were left alone then and there, the other two humans deciding that it was none of their business.

“I guess I did." she breathed out, looking down at the place where it'd be the familiar wound. Now there was just a faint scar that her untrained magic made sure to leave behind, but Moiraine didn't mind it at all. Maybe I'd be good to have a mark to remember Ahrim by.

“ I won't tell. This...whatever it was, or is, won't leave me, or you." she promised, touching Ahrim's face. The younger looked at her fully, the words said In the previous night replaying on her mind.

She risked it all, and would do it again if it meant Moiraine would be okay.

“ But I fear that now that I found you, I can't let you go. Nothing happens without a reason, and you're one of mine." the cheesy tone came around as the older one predicted that whatever natural spell Ahrim had only by existing worked on her judging by how her heartbeat was fastening as the blonde, still tired, moved to fully lay beside her instead of over her.

“ I was the one to find you...and Lan.” she reminded her. Her sentence, kept so much to read in between the lines.

I don't regret.

I'd go wherever you want me to.

I'm not afraid anymore.

Keep me by your side and tell me this is alright to feel.

The Blue Ajah, just as tired as the Wilder, laughed lowly. She knew they had too much to decide, and places to go. A world to save. But, at that moment, she allowed herself to feel how lovely intimacy felt with Ahrim, and how good it was to hold and be held.

“ You sure did, Darling. ”

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[yah1dka]

i probably need to stop trying analyze something while i'm not 100% sure but

i've seen a bunch of fanfics/comics where izuku has a quirk and bakugou never becomes his bully because of that, or bakugou just has overall better thoughts about quirkless people and ending up protecting izuku. but was izuku's quirklessness really the problem here?

beside being quirkless, izuku overall was weaker than katsuki. not only physically, but he was softer (and tell me bakugou doesn't view that as weakness). and from bakugou's perspective he looked down on him while also being so much worse. and it should've been impossible, but that deku. that river. that hand. how dared he even try to surpass katsuki while obviously katsuki should be number one.

izuku being worse than katsuki was just objective fact in bakugou's head. at some point not even in mean way, just the piece of information. and bakugou was fine with it, okay, cool, but then. the river.

that's moment became so important for katsuki not because he just couldn't let this random memory fade. no, in the second izuku's offering his hand to katsuki he suddenly understands: midoriya now in superior position and this could happen literally any time even while bakugou is the best. and if bakugou understands this, then it means the kid and the rest of them know this too. and knew long time ago because why izuku isn't as surprised as bakugou?

and katsuki is terrified of failures, like, panic attack after training, just remember it. he should make sure that deku never ever would be in this position again: standing on the ground while katsuki is laying in the dirt. so. quirkless? yeah, you know your own diagnosis, nerd, so don't even try. most bullies are insecure like shit and just trying to make sure that the victim's insecure more.

but if izuku isn't quirkless? he can't stand up for himself, so continue to sit on your knees, deku. he can speak up? well, katsuki always would be taller, lick dirt from his shoes with this height (this is an absurd example, but it's the idea that matters).

changing izuku wouldn't fix katsuki's behaviour because none of the izuku's traits really were the problem here. changing katsuki's view on discrimination also wouldn't fix much. katsuki's mindset and character are the problem, that's it. get the kid some wise mentor or idk, couple of sessions with the psychologist (at four years?) if you want to do besties au, but take away izuku's quirks, they're useless.

he saw a threat in izuku, so really nothing could've make bakugou change his mind easily. that's like the point, he was just "a pank going through something" (or what else was said)

[anulithots]

Ooh...So excited when I know that you are now a fan of Link Click, too.... Can I ask something from Link Click? What do you think are Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang’s greatest personality strengths and weaknesses? Why? What do you love about their dynamic? Sorry if you've answered these questions before.....

P.s

Also, can I ask your top fav characters and fav moments from the series (Link Click), if you don't mind me asking (again)....? Thanks so much....

KLDKJfdskj THANK YOU FOR THE ASK! I had answered it, wanted to save it for further thoughts... then tumblr wiped the post.

THENNN THIS SAT IN MY DRAFTS FOR WAY TOO LONG

I cry. Sorry this took so long!

BUT I Did handwrite some stuff down, so here we go!

(Just a note that while I proabably will analyze link click - how could I not - I won't try to do as much analysis as I did with Jujutsu Kaisen... because... well I did too much. Maybe burnt myself out? I hyper analyzed that to the point where it became another school subject... and LInk Click actually SHOWS backstory, so I don't' have to connect as many dots. )

CHeng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang's strengths and weaknesses.

Cheng Xiaoshi: he's empathetic, but so much so that it turns into impulsive decisions. Other than that, when he does have space and time to process his emotions, he's INCREDIBLY good at strategizing based on the factors of the environment + the emotions of those involved (Lu Guang will follow rules without being as adaptive)

Overall, I'd describe the Cheng Xiaoshi emotion pipeline to be this:

gets overwhelmed with strong emotions, especially when possessing someone or in a high stakes situation. In this state, he'll do reckless, impulsive decisions, oftentimes for the good of others... but he usually regrets it later

CXS has more time to sit with and process his emotions. He usually withdraws from the world at this time. (Post episode five, or after diving into the photo on his own, when he thought Lu Guang was dead)

He does his whole 'I have a plan thing' and it's ridiculously smart. He just needs time (and lots of it) to process his emotions.

Cheng Xiaoshi is also almost.. too trusting. He trusts others, empathizes with them, so easily feels and assimilates himself with others that he'll... probably get taken advantage of. (See season two)

He also clings to the people he has. This is neither a strength nor a weakness... it's both, it's a trait, and it will become either beneficial or a detriment depending on the situation, as is the case with a lot of character traits. The plot tests the flaws and benefits of a character. (Sorry small tangent)

CXS tries to prevent the same pain of loss from befalling anyone else/ people he possesses. He fears being alone (probably also feeds into his 'too trusting' + relies on Lu Guang thing. Neither are inherently flaws) and perhaps part of the reason he is so impulsive is because his parents left him so suddenly. He gets so stressed because he has to help them/save them, and he must do so immediately, before they leave him forever.

(See I'm analyzing but I'm having trouble with fitting CXS into the overall themes... hmmm.. I'll figure it out.)

EDIT: I HAVE THOUGHTS, I THINK I FIGURED IT OUT... MAYBE I SHALL LET THE THOUGHTS MARINATE MORE!!

Lu Guang:

I'm not sure if he restrains his emotions, has subdued ones, or if whenever he's around CXS he can act more 'low energy' because CXS is... a lot. /aff

(See Lu Guang sitting on the couch differences from when CXS is there versus when CXS is in a dive

Versus when he's alone:

*feet on the table*

*bouncing his foot*)

He acts like he's the level headed one, but he's far from it. Even in season one, especially in episode five (when he took a risk and it ended up backfiring on CXS) he can and will freak out the moment something doesn't go according to plan. And who often doesn't go according to plan?

Cheng Xiaoshi.

Lu Guang does his very best to... prevent against this. He means well. Pretty much every moment he's on screen is him trying to protect CXS.

He does keep secrets, but overall, I think he isss pretty open about what he thinks and feels (except for when it comes to CXS to his face... he'll gladly talk about it to Qiao Ling). In... I think it was episode six, he openly told Cheng Xiaoshi his reasoning for going back in time to deliver the messages in episode four... to alleviate the client (and prove to himself that it is possible) of regret.

As far as the 'strengths and weaknesses' go, for all the issues and benefits that happen because of him, it's really caused by his personality, his traits, that will be either useful or detrimental depending on the situation. LInk Click is wonderous at using the plot to fully explore the nuances of the characters, so none of their traits are 'black and white'. Very 'trolley problem esque' and up to the viewer to decide. *buzzes and explodes* /pos

In essence: Both CXS and Lu Guang are emotional idiots in their own ways (CXS's just louder about it /pos /aff) and QIao LIng is actually the only levelheaded one here.

... I need some more time and rewatches before I can fully analyze them well so that's that for now!

What I love about their dynamic

They both trust each other, and will break all of time and space (or not break all of time and space) for the sake of the other.

MOST OF ALL HOW'LL THEY'LL BREAK THEIR USUAL CHARACTER IF IT MEANS PROTECTING THE OTHER.

Like Lu Guang, for all the times he says that CXS cannot change the past, that he shouldn't interfere, caves if it means giving Cheng Xiaoshi solace. (Episode five when tried to help Cheng Xiaoshi save his mom, and in season two when he let Cheng Xiaoshi dive to allow police assistant guy - I forget his name - to give a flower ring to his wife)

For Cheng Xiaoshi, he'll resist his impulses and emotions, even if it causes him immense pain, to comply with what Lu Guang would've wanted. Epppiisooddee fivvee is a good example of this. (And of course... I think it was episode two of season two where Cheng Xiaoshi decided not to go back in time for the sake of Lu Guang's wishes). Cheng Xiaoshi 'gave up' on trying to save everyone in the town because of Lu Guang's urging, and even throughout all the dives he does, as early as episode one, he trusts Lu Guang.

Also, in a less dramatic sense, ... alll the little things they constantly do for eachhh other aklsjfkaslfklasjd fSCREAMSSS

Lu Guang checking on Cheng Xiaoshi during his nightmares, comforting CHeng Xiaoshi after the trauma that was episode five, the both of them constantly teasing each other, how comfortable they are in each other's presence. IT'S SO QUEER PLATONIC CODED I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Fav characters and moments.

(in the prev version of this ask I started listing out EVERY SINGE scene in season one and started going to season two... I love them all. I love them all so much I'm going to rewatch it again.)

But as of now I'll list them out and include some of my screenshot collection (it is growing heheheh)

In episode one where Lu Guang slurps his noodles to tease CXS after he couldn't eat his spring rolls

The moment in episode two where Lu Guang proclaims that the mission is hopeless and CHeng Xiaoshi says 'Just because you don't see hope doesn't mean there is none'

AND LU GUANG SMILESSSSS:

Also Lu Guang smiling when CHeng Xiaoshi says how he wishes Lu Guang could've tasted the noodles too. There's Lu Guang smiling at things Cheng Xiaoshi says, what more does one need in the world?

ANY MOMENT QIAO LING IS ON SCREEN IS IMMEDIATELY PEAK FICTION AND I SHALL PERISH ON THIS HILL

Like in season two where Cheng Xiaoshi is restrained and QIao LIng slaps the lawyer guy in the face (I'm slow with names and need to rewatch season two)

Honestly episode five is a masterclass in good writing. The moment where Cheng Xiaoshi's mom is singing to him, then it cuts to Cheng Xiao's mother dying is just... *sobs*

WHEN QIAO LING CANNONICALLY CALLS CXS HER BROTHER AND IT FLASHBACKS TO HER AND YOUNGER CXS AND lakjfalksfjasklfjaslkfjaslkdfj

Cheng Xiaoshi's backstory in general... it was either in episode ten or eleven... or nine??? I still have to rewatch up to there. Epsically because CXS's backstory was explored in really nuanced and explorative ways before the whole thing was revealed, which makes any rewatches 1000x sadder. It's such good writing holy herbs.

In episode... seven I think it was.... when CXS as Doudou punched the human trafficker and Lu Guang had a surprised pikachu face... peak fiction. How this donghua manages to make me smile and laugh then ugly cry and stare at a wall for the next few hours is beyond me /pos /sooo impreeessive the wriittttnggg.

Lesbian Noodle ladies were amazing. 100/10. Bring them back the trio needs happiness

Lu Guang wanting to go the funeral in season two with an IV and half formal clothes, half hospital gown. He's smart but in the 'I've memorized an entire Library but can't navigate a practical/social thing to save my life' sort of way. Love him for that.

Wang Juan. She has an Ivan (alien stage) haircut and she was great and yes I have another aesthetic crush shhhh

When the trio dressed up as the cartoon characters to reunite Doudou with his dad.

Cheng Xiaoshi arguing and bickering with Xu Shanshan. Then when he dives as her, he immediately makes her look bad and it's hilarious

In the 5.5 extra where Cheng Xiaoshi and Lu Guang play video games against Qiao Ling and both of them lose.

Qiao Ling and CXS both beating up a bunch of people. Peak siblings

CXS and Lu Guang beating up Qian Jin (I looked up the wiki and it has character namess yessssss). Peak queer platonic partners.

Moments like these? IDK I just like the idea of them spending time together without necessarily needing to talk to each other, comfortable in the silence.

SCREENSHOT COLLECTION:

.... I reached my image limit *cries*

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

(and sorry it took me so long to answer it)

... now I want dumplings

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 37

Hello friends, finally back with another chapter. Things will be a little slow because I'm writing another fic for fnaf:sb so please be patient!

Previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

"Hold on, darling," Bowser rumbled, slipping his hands underneath your arms. You felt weightless as he lifted you up like you were a feather and gingerly placed you into the warm water of the tub; you sighed heavily as the water enveloped your sore, aching body.

"You really didn't have to do all this…" But you weren't complaining! The massage had felt wonderful and was just what you needed, although you were already beginning to feel sore from it.

Bowser snorted as he leaned against the side of the tub. "After all that? I sure as hell do, and I'm happy to, too. Besides, if ya don't soak in the water now, you just gonna be crazy sore later… I mean, shit. I reckon I'mma hafta carry you to the track anyway."

You settled against the side he was leaning on, gently pulling one of his hands to your chest. You knew that ordinarily you would've been embarrassed, shy, and unwilling to let him keep seeing you naked… so this was truly a testament to how much you trusted him already. Also maybe it was the result of getting a little relief after such a long time of fear.

"I mean, I won't complain if you wanna carry me," you said nonchalantly. He hummed curiously; you didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking a little. "Admittedly my legs still feel like jelly."

"There it is," he snickered softly.

"Oh, shut up."

He shifted and kissed your temple, his hand sliding down to your left tight and giving a gentle squeeze. "You gonna be fine, baby. Luckily we don't gotta do much for the race but sit; we got screens to see what's happening at the far ends of the tracks."

"What about lunch? Surely we've missed it," you hummed. "And after that little bit of exercise, I'm starving."

"Hmm, I like a woman with an appetite," he growled softly in your ear.

You couldn't resist rolling your eyes. "What's next? You like a woman with a face, too? Maybe a body?"

His hand shifted to your other thigh, also giving it a light squeeze. "Mostly I like a woman who likes me back. Can't be too picky these days, but physically existin' with lips I can kiss sure is a plus." He nuzzled you gently.

"You big softy," you murmured, turning your head and kissing his nose lightly. "...About lunch, though…"

He laughed softly as he pulled his hand back to your chest. You couldn't help a smile, although honestly you were already feeling your stomach growl - it wouldn't be too long before you'd start to get hangry, you could feel it.

"I'll go tell 'em to bring it if they ain't done so already." He pulled his hand back so he could get to his feet, and after one more kiss to your head he turned and ambled out of the bathroom to go inquire about your lunch.

You took the chance to wash thoroughly, your hair included, and although you tried to get yourself to analyze why you weren't freaking out or reacting with embarrassment, your brain refused to engage.

The long and short of it was that you were safe and loved. No other analysis was required.

When Bowser returned, he had some clothes grasped in one of his big hands. "Lunch is on the table," he announced as he set your clothes on the counter. "I wanted ya to soak longer, but we shouldn't let it get cold."

Thank diety! Lunch!

"Alright. Help me out, please," you smiled gratefully at him.

He draped a towel over one of his forearms before stooping near you to offer his other one across your chest. You put both arms over it, and as easily as he'd set you into the tub, he lifted you out of it and onto your feet. He didn't pull his arm away until he was sure you could at least stand on your own. 

"Legs a little better, then?" he asked, handing you the towel.

"I can at least stand, yes," you nodded as you dried off - carefully, of course. He stood back a little to give you some space. "Thanks, big man."

"Anythin' for my queen," he purred.

Ah, there it was, the feeling of flustered embarrassment. Your cheeks flushed red, but you tried to keep a little composure.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here," you tried to say pleasantly, but it definitely came out in a mumble.

Bowser snickered softly. "No? Seems like ya might like that one, you sure?"

You eyed him; two could potentially play this game. Although for your part, getting called 'queen' might not have been so flustering if he wasn't an actual king. It had a few deeper implications that still made you a little nervous. Maybe you could get used to it, though…

But you'd have to think about that later. Right now you needed to get back at him with something that would make him blush just as hard.

"You gotta let a lady have a breather, you know," you murmured, letting him gather you into his arms so he could carry you to the table. Today, you'd definitely let him carry you wherever.

"But you so cute when you blushin'," he complained as he sat you in a chair. "I can't help it, 'specially since ya still won't tell me yer real name…"

"That's a discussion for later."

Even though you didn't say it too firmly, Bowser sighed and nodded. "We gonna talk about it, though…?"

You smiled warmly at him, lifting the silver dome off of your burger and fries. "Promise," you murmured. He deserved to know the truth, but lunch time as your hanger was creeping in was definitely not the time. Honestly, Bowser was lucky you knew how to control it!

…Who were you kidding? He'd probably think it was adorable despite your very real irritation.

Either way, you picked the burger and bit into it just as your stomach growled loudly enough for him to hear. He laughed, but just shook his head and followed suit with his own burger.

Honestly, after getting fucked so thoroughly and taken care of so tenderly, this was the best burger you'd ever had in your life. Shit, maybe that was the case anyway, but there was definitely something to be said about eating some delicious comfort food after some actual, genuine love and comfort.

Between bites, once you'd had a little water to wash everything down, you smiled warmly over at the man sitting across from you. He blinked, but smiled back as he reached for his own drink.

You waited for him to start drinking before you said, "Just wanted to thank you for today… daddy."

Predictably, he choked on his drink, a dark blush immediately settling in his cheeks as he coughed hard, struggling to process what you just said to him.

You just smiled sweetly and kept eating like nothing had happened.

That's what he got for flustering you.

[cherryrainn]

Hello! could I please get a Helluva Boss matchup? multiple characters are okay, if you think it's fitting or necessary.

I'm 21, non-binary pansexual/romantic, and polyamorous (no preference for gender)

General personality stuff:

MBTI is INFP

Ennegram types 2, 4 and 8

Zodiac Taurus sun, pieces moon and rising

Not sure if appearance matters but- 5'3, chubby and kinda muscular, lots of scars on arms, chest, and legs, brown eyes/hair. Hair is shoulder length, wavy, and usually dyed. Fashion consists of graphic tees (with puns, memes, and trippy art) and jeans or shorts. I'll wear lots of different kinds of jewelry, and don't really have a set aesthetic.

Hobbies/likes- going to the gym, roller skating, playing video games, driving, listening to music (and singing along.. Badly), smoking weed, watching TV shows and movies, hanging out with friends, drawing, Writing, reading, going to museums/amusement parks, taking care of/watching animals, and analyzing media

Positive traits: my friends have told me that I'm smart, funny, sarcastic, polite, thoughtful, strong, patient, trusting/trustworthy, empathetic and compassionate. Pretty self-sufficient and independent/productive. My friends generally come to me for advice and I've been told I'm a good listener. I also like make myself useful (doing dishes, wiping down counters, laundry, etc) I'm passionate and very excitable and it makes me pretty talkative (when I want to be). Sociability depends on my mood. Sometimes I sit back and enjoy group dynamics, other times I participate more in conversation

Negative traits: tendency to be envious. I'm very self conscious/ insecure, and indecisive because of it. Bad habit of taking stuff personally and dwelling on issues that I should let go. can get annoyed/frustrated easily, especially if I'm overstimulated. also jumpy and gullible. Communication is very important to me in all my relationships, but when I get depressed, I tend to isolate.

Diagnoses: depression, anxiety, PTSD, and ADHD

Misc info: When I first meet people, I'm overly formal and will crack a few jokes, but once I'm familiar with someone, I cuss a lot and enjoy playful teasing, but I always encourage to set boundaries if they need to. I collect a lot of stuff. I have a Ton of comfort items- my posters, stuffed animals, collectible figures, etc. I'm a big over thinker. Big on current events and media analysis. I've got lots of vocal stims and am pretty fidgety.

I show my love through acts of service and words of affirmation. I enjoy doing things for my loved ones and making sure they can relax, feel safe, and be happy. I could talk about my friends for hours.

I know this is pretty long, so I apologize if it's overwhelming. Please don't feel pressured to answer. Much love to you 💛

I would pair you with….

Blitzo!

given your personality traits, interests, and preferences, i think you find a great match in blitzo. blitzo is known for his wit, humor, and sarcastic nature. like you, he's talkative, excitable, and enjoys playful teasing. his devil-may-care attitude aligns with your sociability depending on your mood. blitzo’s multifaceted personality, from formality to more casual interactions, resonates with your initial reservedness evolving into comfortable, informal exchanges.

while his hobbies may differ, his passion and energy could mirror your excitable nature.

both of you share a tendency to be envious and a struggle with insecurities.

he will absolutely come to you for advice, considering your empathetic and compassionate nature, friends are likely to come to you for advice. your good listening skills, combined with your thoughtful and patient approach, create a supportive environment for him to open up and seek guidance!!

both of you have your share of struggles—be it your mental health diagnoses or personal insecurities. this common ground could foster a deeper understanding and empathy between you two, making for a more supportive relationship.

blitzo’s sarcastic and has that sharp edge, but deep down, he's got a soft spot for those he cares about. sounds a bit like you, right?

and hey, acts of service and words of affirmation? blitzo might not say it outright, but deep down, he'd appreciate having someone who values connections and shows love through actions.

[shadowwolflady]

Old Comrades

Part 2

Summary: Kakashi met up with one of his old ANBU teammates. Will they pick up from where they left off? Or will things have changed?

Kakashi and Rai bumped into each other again around the village a little over a week later. It was Rai that asked if Kakashi had anything going on, seeing if he wanted to get some tea and catch up. Normally, Kakashi would have declined her request, but he had a little bit of time to kill before he had to meet up with his genin again. Pocketing his book, he turned and walked with her towards the tea shop.

It was awkward for them as they sat across from one another in the tea shop. Rai didn't know what to talk about. She found herself looking down at her hands and cup. “You… teach genin now? How is it?” She forced the words out.

“Hm? Yeah. It's not all it's cracked up to be. They're horrid. Most of them don't understand teamwork.” His voice seemed disinterested.

“Ah.” Rai was hoping for more of a catch in order to ask more questions. She assumed the teams must have been bad enough for Kakashi to not talk about them. “What about your team now?” She was hesitant to ask.

“They're better than the others.” Kakashi told her. His voice held a little more interest. He leaned back and hooked his elbow on the back of the seat.

The silence turned deafening. Rai swore Kakashi could hear her heartbeat from where he sat. She must have had a pink tinge to her cheeks because her face felt warm. This was a mistake.

“How, how have you been?” Kakashi asked. “And Tenzo? How is he as captain?”

Rai stared at her tea in her hands, her brain trying to answer his questions rather than fill herself full of worry. “It's been, hard without you. Tenzo has a big hole to fill. He's capable.” But not the same. He wasn't Kakashi.

“Well, with you by his side, I'm sure you'll be fine.” His voice echoed in her head.

Rai’s lips pressed thin. That was where he was wrong. Her loyalty lied with him, not Tenzo. Yes, Tenzo was a friend and good ally. But wolves chose their loyalty, it was given to those that earned it. Tenzo was kind and personable. They had mutual respect for each other, but that was pretty much it.

Now, Rai began to question her feelings. Were they justified? Was it just puppy love? Was it just because he showed her the smallest bit of kindness?

Kakashi sat there, sipping his tea. He knew how powerful Rai was. However, the role of leader never seemed to interest her. As much as she could be, she just never craved the spot. She could easily have taken that spot from him, and in many cases she did when he fell or was not around. But she always held a supportive role. Truthfully, he would rather have it that way. If he were to fall, he would rather have someone stronger behind him so they could finish the job. He remembered seeing glowing red eyes behind the wolf mask of hers and how she tore through their opponents.

Kakashi sat across from her, watching and waiting. He knew she was quiet. But this was too quiet for her. Perhaps she changed. It had been years since they last talked. His watchful eye analyzed her movements.

Her thumb rubbing the cup in a soothing manner. Her eyes focused on her hands and cup, taking more interest in that then him. She was typically never like this around him. There was a calm she had around him, but years of separation made that vanish. Now, she felt like he was a stranger sitting across from her.

“Do you still go out to the lake?” Kakashi asked. He had to break the silence. Mostly because he felt like she was stuck in her own head, but also to try and get her talking about something else. Something she enjoyed.

All of Rai's worry in her head came crashing to a halt. Brown eyes blinked as she looked up to his gray eye. The lake? She wondered. Which one? Maybe the one past the training grounds? “Y-yes.” She had been there recently with some of her family. “I was just there with the Okami.”

Ah, her family. The Okami were a pack of wolf demons that resided in the forests of Konoha. Their wolf forms could blend in with the surrounding flora and fauna. Though they were not blood related, she still regarded them as family. Their alphas took her in when she lost her mother, treating her like a daughter.

“How are they?” Kakashi leaned on his elbow a little more.

That seemed to thaw the ice a little between them. They both chatted for a bit longer before Kakashi had to leave. He said he needed to check up on his genin, saying they were left to work on tree climbing.

“It was good talking to you, Rai.” Kakashi said as he stood up from the table. “We should do this again, sometime.” He smiled as he waved before turning to leave.

Now, Rai started to notice him around the village a bit more. It was mostly at a distance she would catch his silhouette or get a small whiff of his scent. They bumped into one another randomly later that month. It was a quick wave and greeting before walking in the other direction. It was enough for Kakashi to look up from his book and wave to her.

Several times, Kakashi spotted Rai between the throngs of people with groceries. Darkness beneath her eyes showed how much sleep she had gotten the past couple of days.

Another time, Kakashi was racing Gai around the village when he caught her scent. He briefly scanned the crowd below. No Rai. He turned back to Gai and leapt to the next porch to overtake him in the foot race to the Faces.

Unfortunately, most of the time his attention was focused on his genin.

Finally, they ran into each other again. It was a typical greeting of acknowledging each other and waving with a smile. But this time, Rai spoke up. “Kakashi.” Rai called out to him. This caused him to stop and turn to give her his full attention. “Are you free?” She asked carefully.

Kakashi tilted his head a bit. Was he doing anything important? Not really. “Yeah, I'm free.” He closed his book. “What did you have in mind?”

This set the tone for them to meet up occasionally throughout the month. They started to establish a small routine of meeting every other weekend.

Kakashi leaned against the railing on the bridge over the river within the village as he waited for Tenzo. Something had been nagging him. He needed answers.

“You summoned me, Senpai?” Tenzo asked as he approached.

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?” He chided before diverting to the main issue. “Yes. It's concerning Rai.” Kakashi told him. “She's become hesitant. I'm concerned she isn't telling me everything.”

“It has been a while. So maybe she isn't too sure.” Tenzo mentioned. He took a small pause before lowering his voice a bit. He leaned against the railing next to Kakashi. “Kakashi, she likes you. And when you left. It really hurt her. Give her some time. She'll come around.” He was certain that it would take a little bit of time for Rai to open up again.

She liked him? This was news to him.

“The day you left, Yugao found her and she was devastated. That was when we found out you were leaving the ANBU.”

Gradually, Rai found herself chatting more and having fun while she was with Kakashi. Her face was in a smile and her cheeks sometimes hurt from smiling so much. The warmth started to return in her chest. She started to feel content and calm around him. The worried murmurs in her head disappeared when around him. No longer was she on edge or too embarrassed to say or do things around him.

Another time, Kakashi and Rai sat down and just existed in each other's presence. Rai had mentioned how peaceful it was out by the lake. It was a bit of a walk, but it was a gorgeous place.

“So, Tenzo told me that, when I left, it was hard on you.” Kakashi said. This had been on his mind for a while. They sat beneath the trees at the edge of the forest overlooking the lake.

Rai’s eyes fell down. “Yes, it was, hard.” The words were hard to push out as emotions clawed their way back to the surface. Swallowing thickly, she tried to force them back down.

The past events replayed in her mind as if it was happening right in front of her again.

Team Ro had just gotten back from a mission. Yugao finally convinced Rai to talk to Kakashi. Heading out into the hall, she found him right near the males’ locker room door. Approaching, she called his name to gain his attention. His head turned to look at her in acknowledgment before she asked if she could talk to him in private. Opening her mouth, she was about to tell him she liked him, only to have other male ANBU come out of the locker room and congratulate Kakashi on his retirement.

Everything shifted for her within several seconds. She went from telling him about her feelings, to congratulating him and retreating. Not being able to bear the heartbreak of him being torn from her side.

Kakashi had a feeling something was off that day. And yet he was pulled away by the others when she retreated after congratulating him for his retirement.

“I'm sorry.” He apologized.

“You put your book away.” Rai mentioned when she saw him stash his orange book during one meeting. It was getting colder and they decided to meet up indoors.

“Hmm?” Kakashi inquired. “Does it bother you?”

Rai blinked, “Ah, no.” She covered herself. “I don't mind you reading. I'm just… surprised.” Rai told him. She had heard rumors about what the contents were inside that book. But he wasn't hurting anyone by reading. “I know that you like to read. I'm just surprised you put it away when you're around me.”

Kakashi was a little taken back by her comment. Did she not believe she deserved his full attention?

Rai saw him contemplating her words. “I just want you to feel comfortable around me.”

“Rai,” Kakashi called her name gently. “You're more important than a book.” Those words were true. But the more he thought about those words, the more he realized how awkward he sounded. He hung his hand off his neck. “I mean, I'd rather pay attention to you than to a book.” No, that didn't come out right either. Kakashi covered the bottom of his face with his hand as he tried to think of a way to make it not sound so awkward.

Rai couldn't help but smile as she watched the man struggle to find the right words. It was adorable. She knew what he meant, despite how awkwardly it came across.

Previous chapter // Next Chapter

[beseira]

renxbe

soon. soon next gen will be over and behind him, this time for good, and maybe, if he's lucky enough, he'll never have to breathe the same air as ryu siwoo or song jaeyoung ever again. at least the latter has some inkling of talent, ren can grudgingly admit to himself as he pores over his coaching notes. how siwoo has made it this far is still anybody's guess, and an utter mystery to ren, who can easily see past his bitter, biased loathing to discern that regardless of how he feels about siwoo, siwoo really, truly, has nothing to offer their team. "ah, seira," he is pulled out of his scathing musings by the contestant's voice, relieved that it is her, out of all of the bang! team, making an appearance. even nayoung's unannounced presence at this moment in time might be enough for ren's already frayed, delicate nerves. but seira is no threat to his temporary reprieve--she is no smug-faced rich boy ready to spew thinly veiled insults at him down a perfectly sculpted nose bridge, nor is she his steadfast, merciless peer readying a lecture about keeping his more emotional thoughts and opinions to himself. seira sits uncomfortably at the bottom of the show's rankings, and has only worked harder for it, striving to improve without sacrificing humility in the process. it shouldn't be as refreshing as it is. "no, i'm not busy," he declares honestly, realizing he'd prefer to do anything but continue analyzing the performance prowess of the team members whose very existence he can't stand, "what do you need?"

maybe last place wouldn’t have hurt so much if she hadn’t before been placed sixth. it was a constant question in her mind, what did she do to drop so low? what had she done wrong to suddenly be stuck in the bottom of the rankings. seira felt like she’d improved throughout the show, but it seemed the judges didn’t fully agree. though she wasn’t the best dancer on the show, she felt like she wasn’t the worst, though she wasn’t the best singer on the show, she felt like she wasn’t the worst, though perhaps she wasn’t even the best rapper on the show, she didn’t feel like she was the worst. no it wondered seira quite much how she was stuck on last place.

she’s not letting it punch her down though, sure she’s been in last place twice, but she’s also made it all the way to here, and she wants to prove she deserves to be here. she hopes for a contract at the end of the show, but even if she doesn’t get a contract, she’s promised herself not to give up after the show’s end. “ah i, wanted to hear if you’d like to see me dance? so you could give me feedback and advice” she smiles to the other, to seira, renyi seems talented and helpful, she’s happy to have him as a coach for the team.

[whoistartaglia]

hello!! I'm sorry if this is awkward, this is my first time doing this so I'm not sure really how to ask!😭 could you do albedo, tighnari, and ayato with an s/o who has like a medical condition that they kinda like faint easily? I'm sorry if that sounds weird I have pots😭 I apologize if I wrote anything wrong, please lmk!<3

fainter, fainter. 

this request has been sitting in my inbox forever, thanks for sending it in! i based some of this on my own experiences fainting, and i hope i didn’t get anything too wrong about it from an actual medical standpoint.

includes: albedo, tighnari, ayato.

warnings: fainting, gender neutral reader.

albedo. 

you were used to the dizziness; the way your vision filled with black spots until it was completely gone. it was an entirely unpleasant feeling, but one you had unwillingly grown accustomed to. 

what you weren’t accustomed to was the concerned face looking down at you when you came to. your eyes widened with surprise, until you realized it was just your boyfriend. 

“albedo?” you asked.

“yeah, it’s me,” albedo responded. 

you nodded and slowly sat up.

“are you— okay?” albedo asked once a couple seconds had ticked by. 

you again nodded. “it’s… yeah. i’m okay.” 

from the look on his face, it was evident your boyfriend didn’t believe you, but didn’t press the issue. “do you know why it happens?”

“not really,” you replied. “but i’m okay, really.”

several more beats of silence passed, in which albedo’s brow grew increasingly more creased. no doubt he was analyzing what just happened— and now maybe to help you in the future. you were afraid he might go all scientific on you, explaining his hypothesis of why this happened and all that, but he only wordlessly stood up and stuck out his hand to help you up. 

“the next time, i’ll catch you,” he said. a promise, an oath, a vow: from him, to you. 

tighnari. 

when you fainted in the avidya forest without a traveling companion in sight, you thanked all your gods that it was tighnari who found you. 

at least, you did after that fact. when you first awoke to an unfamiliar man in an unfamiliar location, you almost… well. tighnari still teased you about how you threatened to burn him and his abode to the ground. but how were you supposed to know this “tighnari” as he introduced himself wasn’t some malevolent creature? (when you asked him that, he only responded, “because i saved you,” which still didn’t put your nerves at ease).

but after a time, you grew closer. especially after you fainted (again) and he brought you back to his place (again). it was an uneasy alliance at first, with him promising to help prevent your fainting spells and you promising to help him as he watched over the forest. 

and while tighnari still hasn’t found the cure to your fainting spells, he did help you recover from them quicker. his knowledge of flora and fauna certainly helped in that regard. you couldn’t lie and say you didn’t like your new life here. and if you maybe fainted because of how good tighnari looked… 

well, no one could really blame you.

ayato. 

most people met ayato, the current head of the kamisato clan, with a formal introduction. you met ayato by, quite literally, falling for him. in his arms, to be exact. 

it was shortly after that when you actually started dating ayato. it was certainly strange at first, especially because you fainted again on your second date, but you were both used it now. or, at least, as used to it as you could be. you were still searching for a potential solution to your fainting spells, and ayato was more than willing to help you. 

whenever you did find yourself growing colder, that ringing in your ears growing louder, ayato could be right next to you, preparing to catch you again. and although he was never bothered by the whole ordeal, you couldn’t help but feel bad. 

“don’t you get tired of it?” you asked one evening. it’d been some time since you last fainted. 

“tired of what, dear?”

“of… me,” you responded. at his confused look, you clarified, “i mean, me fainting.”

“no.” he responded automatically. “i don’t mind.”

“promise?” you asked, unconvinced. 

ayato gave you a look, as if to say really? he wantd you to get better, of course he did. ayato would do anything to help you. anything. so an almost boyish smile broke out on his face.

“yes. i promise.” 

[theunaestheticstudyblr]

How I limit my productivity and why you probably should too

Yes. I limit my productivity. I monitor my time being spent on being "productive" and doing things that are focused on growth instead of existence. Now I don't mean to say that I just ignore myself and don't try to be a better person. I'm talking in context of stereotypical social media productivity; things like studying for hours, working extra shifts, maximizing time spent on growth podcasts and self help books instead of indulgences like music and fantasy novels. I don't mean analyzing your bad behaviors and working on breaking bad habits. I'm talking more on the lines of marketable growth.

I have noticed a major increase over a couple years in people trying to be as productive as possible. They prioritize productivity and growth (again talking more of the marketable, social media style, not personal) and minimizing time spent living and merely existing. We are sprinting a marathon it seems. And I do not like sprinting. Or even running. It's my most dreaded part of my gym time. I acknowledge that it is necessary, and so is spending time being productive and working on your marketable growth. But it shouldn't be the main part of every day, just like sprinting for 10 minutes on a treadmill shouldn't be the main part of every workout you do.

I love informative podcasts just as much as the next person and TED Daily is a favorite for sure, as well as various fish and nature podcasts are too! But I limit these to my hour+ commute to campus every other day. When I'm walking around, I listen to music or maybe a "brain numbing" podcast (ones that don't make you think and comprehend and analyze things like story ones [magnus archives eg] or paranormal or mythology or crime style podcasts). I listen to pleasure things, not to thinking things. This gives my brain noise that's just noise. It let's my brain slip out of analytical scientist mode for a while and maybe dance while I walk around!

My gym time is scheduled. I spend the scheduled time in the gym and I enjoy it so much! But when it's not gym time, it's not gym time. I do my morning stretches and yoga and I do my hour in the gym every other day. This is time purely for the gym and nothing else. It's a great release but can also become taxing very quickly, so I only think about it when it's time to.

Study time is the same. It's scheduled and I study when it's study time. I don't walk around and look at flashcards anymore. This is not helpful at all and you could easily hurt yourself or others. You won't retain the information really and you're just adding extra stress into your already stressful life.

I have a schedule for my week and I block out my productive times. My gym time. My study time. My intellectual reading time. My information podcasts. All those things. But I schedule them AFTER I have blocked out classes, work, my slow mornings, chores, and pleasure items like a hair mask night or a night out or something. Of course I make time for improving myself and like I said they are also scheduled, but not with more importance than my actual life. And I also make sure that I know to be flexible with myself. Sometimes I have to add in extra study time and reduce time spent elsewhere if I have a test or something. Sometimes I get sick or I lose track of time while playing video games. Sometimes I sit in the bath way longer than I should. And that's ok. Sometimes we need to have the discipline to put pleasure aside EVERY NOW AND THEN and Sometimes we need the grace to put productivity on the back burner EVERY NOW AND THEN.

Don't ignore your responsibilities, but don't ignore your life either. So please, make just as much time for your pleasure as you do for your productivity. They're both important, but don't let school and life weigh you down so much that rain is annoying and angering and that you miss your niece's 3rd birthday. Dance in the rain. Jump in the puddles. Spin and laugh as you get soaked. And eat the easy bake cakes your little cousin bakes. And read your friend's kid a story. And draw little doodles in your notes. And smile. And try to make someone else smile. And drink your too sweet, too hot coffee. And listen to that song that you'd be embarrassed if anyone knew you liked it. Please don't forget to live.

[elikaiaph]

deja vu (scaramouche x gn! reader)

어둠 속 한 줄기 빛처럼

손잡아 준 너를 따라가

the discarded puppet of the electro archon never expected to find someone willing to teach him about the tears he cried at night, nor the pounding in his chest when the sound of thunder echoed throughout his mind. yet, when drifting along the endless plains of inazuma, a fellow wanderer came along and gave him a home, even if they never stopped traveling across the land of eternity.

note: lowercase intended, slight name spoilers, scaramouche is nice

"hey, are you alright?"

you never received a response to your question. what a pain. the boy laying at your feet seemed half-delirious, and you took it upon yourself to check up on him. he was feverish and soaking wet, although one could simply take him for a drunkard at a distance. you decided to carry him back to your temporary camp near araumi.

as you lifted the indigo haired boy onto your back, you silently marveled at how light he was, thanking whatever deity that would hear your gratitude, as the trip seemed a lot less daunting with the man's light weight. you carried him to your camp with ease.

when you arrived at your current place of residence, you lightly set the boy down on your bedding and took the chance to analyze his appearance. he looked extremely young and extremely beautiful, almost feminine in appearance. his hair was cut choppily, and it brushed across his face like a pencil over paper. his eyes were… purple?

you hastily jumped back from the previously resting man and allowed him to take in his surroundings without interruption. even after he was done scrutinizing his current location, he remained quiet and looked at you warily. you decided to just go ahead and introduce yourself, secretly hoping for a response from the person in your tent.

"my name is (y/n), i took you here because you were passed out near chinju forest, and i… didn't want a stranger's death on my hands."

still, the boy remained eerily silent. in his mind, however, he was curious about your voice. he had never heard such inflection to a person's words; apathy was all he knew. even with his silence, he still offered a small nod of his head at your words. he didn't understand your motivations, but you were sheltering him from the torrential downpour all across the nation of eternity, and that was enough for now.

you seemed satiated with his actions and gently scooted closer to the position you were in when he woke up.

"you should probably go back to resting. you seemed seriously sick when i found you, so even if you look better now, i'm sure you need the break," you said, gently in comparison to anything he's heard from his "mother".

he easily complied to your wishes, despite the dreams sure to haunt him, even if he never remembered them once he awoke. he laid himself back down and allowed sleep to consume him.

『☽◯☾』

when the boy awoke, he felt the dried tear tracks staining his cheeks like a curse unable to be lifted. remembering his location, he spared a glance to you. you were sitting upright, although you appeared to be resting. you looked uncomfortable. it stirred a response in the indigo eyed boy, and he lightly adjusted your position to where your head was in his lap, entirely unknowing of his motivations for doing so. however, with your changing in position, you began to shake off the tendrils of sleep clouding your mind and awakened from your slumber.

you looked at the boy above you, the sunrise behind him almost making him look as though he were a celestial being. a red hue began to color your cheeks, realizing your current position with the male. still, you made no move to withdraw from your place in his lap.

"you can stay here, if you'd like," you stated, almost on impulse.

the ethereal boy simply offered you the same nod from earlier.

『☽◯☾』

staying with the indigo eyed male was so easy for you, as if you were missing a part of yourself that his presence brought back. he still refused to utter a word to you, but you quickly picked up on his small gestures. his hand would be held to his chest when he wished to help, typically with packing up the campsite, he would put his hands behind his back if he wanted space, and he would toy with his fingers when he had a question about something you were doing. the most monumental thing you noticed, however, was that he always flinched at the sound of thunder. it wasn't your place to question him, though.

the two of you were currently staying near nazuichi beach, although you never strayed too close to the disgraced samurai found on the shores. the wanderer was gently resting his head on your lap, as you had not fully set up the campsite yet and were lacking pillows. you slightly jolted when his weight shifted on your thighs and glanced down to see tears running down his face.

you had never seen the boy cry before, beginning to silently panic as you thought over what to do. following your intuition, you began lightly playing with his violet hair. your panic was mildly dulled as you realized how soft it was. however, your actions were enough to stir the mulberry colored male awake.

he simply stared at you before murmuring a quiet "thank you."

『☽◯☾』

the male you found yourself traveling with didn't say too much from that point on, simply informing you that he had no name. you took this in stride, merely choosing to call him 'kuni' from the uninhabited area you found him in. he seemed pleased with your choice of name, showing the rare fragment of a smile.

you found yourself growing closer with kuni, making sure to stay with him when the skies became dark with rain and glowed with electricity. his presence became a comfort to you, glad to have someone else on your travels.

the two of you were making your way across kannazuka, attempting to make haste against the oncoming storm. kuni, however, insistently tugged you into the direction of a small cave. you both made your way inside to see that it was spacious and full of glowing minerals. he found a small surface for the both of you to rest on and opened his mouth to speak once more.

"i… want you to teach me how to be human."

your spirited, understanding beam was answer enough, but you still responded to his unspoken question.

"of course, kuni! i'll teach you everything i know."

with your enthused answer, the puppet could finally feel as though he had a home.

[itsdanii]

Rejecting you and regretting it

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: slight cursing, rude behavior (resolved), do message me if I forgot any.

ft. sakusa kiyoomi, tsukishima kei

Sakusa Kiyoomi

you're not oblivious to the fact that kiyoomi is a very conscious person

that's one of the things you loved about him

he was hygienic and he always made sure that his health was his utmost priority

but one downside is that kiyoomi had the tendency to push people away because of his straightforwardness

you were used to it and in fact, you were one of those people he tolerated

but everyone has their bad days

and unfortunately for you, today was kiyoomi's and since you were always attached to him by the hip, he unintentionally snapped at you

what's worse is that he snapped at you the moment you confessed to him

"Omi!" you shouted happily as you entered the gymnasium, giving Komori a small wave before making your way to where Kiyoomi was sitting.

He looked at you with a frown. He wasn't wearing a mask since they were training awhile ago and only took a quick break. "Y/n, what are you doing here?"

You sat beside him making Kiyoomi grimace and slightly move away. You frowned at him, completely displeased at the action. "I just wanted to give you a visit. Plus, I have something to tell you."

You started to fiddle with your fingers nervously. You practiced your confession several times already but doing it seemed harder than you thought.

"What is it? Talk, I'm not in the right mood to socialize right now."

Out of panic, you quickly blurted out a rather loud, "I like you!" You immediately covered your mouth with your hand and stared at him wide eyed.

The other players looked at you with sympathy, knowing what's about to happen. Out of all days, you really had to confess today, when Kiyoomi was in a pissy mood after several fangirls pushed themselves against him this morning, not minding his personal space.

Kiyoomi stared at you with a serious expression before standing up. "I don't like you. Leave."

"But Omi.."

"You're irritating and you always bother me when it is clear that I don't want your company." He turned around and left you on the bench, your head casted down in humiliation.

You whispered a small sorry before running out of the gym with tears falling from your eyes.

For the next few days, you did your very best to stay away from Kiyoomi. You changed your route to school knowing that your usual route meant that you have to pass by his house. Even if you got scolded several times for being late, you did not stop.

You sat near the door so you can easily exit the room after class. You even stopped eating with Komori and Kiyoomi during breaks and lunch. Even your usual routine of visiting the gym during practices was stopped.

At first, Kiyoomi didn't mind. He knew that you'd come back in a few days just like you always did. You like him after all, right?

But when a few days turned into weeks, He started getting bothered. Why weren't you pestering him like always? Why did you stop visiting him? You said you like him, right?

It was the second week that Kiyoomi took action. He woke up extra early to wait for you infront of your house, aiming to confront you about your behavior.

When you went out, your eyes widened slightly upon seeing Kiyoomi waiting for you outside. He was wearing his face mask while staring at you intently, letting you know that he purposely waited for you.

You looked down and was about to walk pass him when you felt him tugging on your wrist. Your gaze snapped to his hand, not believing that he was indeed touching your skin.

"Sakusa?"

His eye twitched at the weirdness of you not calling him like usual. Sighing, he stepped a little closer to you, hand still holding your wrist to ensure that you won't run away from him.

"You're ignoring me," he said while eyeing you. "Why?"

You took your hand from him and furrowed your brows. "I'm just doing you a favor. I don't want to be a bother anymore. Isn't this what you wanted?"

"I-"

"It's fine, Sakusa. You don't have to force yourself to apologize just because you feel bad or obliged to."

He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "I'm not apologizing because I feel bad."

"Then what? You're apologizing just to make fun of me? I know I said I like you but that doesn't mean that you have the right to-"

"You don't get it!"

At this point, you were both raising your voices. Some passersby were looking at you two weirdly, some even running as to not get caught up in the fight.

"Get what, Sakusa? Why don't you tell me so I can understand?!"

"I like you!" Kiyoomi exclaimed. "I... Fuck. I like you, okay? I wasn't in the mood when you confessed and I rejected you without thinking. I messed up. The moment I saw you walk out, I knew I fucked up real bad and I-"

"Om-"

"And I thought that you'd come back the next day to bother me again like usual. I wanted to apologize but my pride-"

You sighed as he continued to ramble. With fast movements, you stood on your tiptoes and encircled your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, kissing him over his mask.

When you let go, Kiyoomi was silent. His eyes were wide and you thought that you went over board. Panic made its way to your face as you try to find the words to explain.

"Sorry, I didn't me-"

This time, he was the one to cut you off. Kiyoomi took off his mask and bent down to kiss you on your lips. One of his arms snaked around your waist to support you while the other settled on your nape, angling you to him.

"Be my s/o."

Tsukishima Kei

Everyone in Karasuno knew how much you like Tsukishima

In fact, you remind him everyday

You often give him fresh strawberries from the market and even bake him strawberry cake

Sometimes, you would put little sticky notes on his belongings and write some encouraging words like "you can do it", "I believe in you" or "take it easy!"

On his birthday, you even gave him a hoodie with a dino design (which he secretly loved)

There are times that you knew Tsukishima gets irritated when you visit and even snaps at you but you didn't mind. You liked him and a small snap will not discourage you

But what you didn't know was that it would only take one conversation to completely shatter your heart

"-And they're back," Sugawara said as he saw you enter the gym, a bubbly smile present on your face as usual.

"Kei!" You skipped your way towards Tsukishima and handed him his water bottle which you voluntarily refilled with hot water.

He only gave you a 'tsk' and took the water bottle. Adjusting his glasses, he stared at you from head to toe as if analyzing you, a small blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What are you looking at? Have you finally come to realize that you like me back?" you cheekily asked, poking his bicep.

"No. I was just wondering how someone could look so ugly."

Despite what he said, you forced yourself to giggle, covering your upset feeling with an eye roll. "Oh shut up, Kei. You don't have to hide it, you know? Don't worry, I'm not going to reject you."

You winked at him causing Tsukishima to blush even more.

The rest of the boys snickered and laughed at his reaction which made Tsukishima more embarrassed than he already is.

"Just confess to the girl already, Tsukishima. Can't you see she's trying hard to win you?" Daichi said with a small chuckle while patting Tsukishima's back.

Tsukishima just huffed and pushed his glasses up. "What's there to like? They're nothing but an eyesore anyway."

"What?" you asked in disbelief.

Having a playful banter with Tsukishima was normal in your routine but this was the first time he called you such an offensive term. Does he really think of you that way?

"Oh come on, stop acting dumb. I don't even get why there are guys running after you. I mean, there's really nothing much to look at, right?"

Everyone grew quiet at what he said, clearly not expecting Tsukishima to be at such level of rudeness.

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat as your insecurity skyrocketed. "I try hard every single day to look presentable to you. I-"

You paused for a moment to laugh pathetically at yourself. "I exert a lot of effort to make you notice me. I cook for you, I give you gifts. Heck, I even stay after class to help clean the gym so that the task would be easier for you and I'm not even asking for anything in return."

Tsukishima glared at you sharply that you immediately felt extremely smaller than him. "I never asked you to do those things for me."

"Can't you at least show me that you care?" You wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "Because I'm slowly getting tired of this push and pull game."

"Don't you get it? I don't like you. Why don't you stop pushing yourself to me and start getting a life, hm?"

"Tsukishima, that's enough!" you heard Daichi yell at him.

"Y/n?" Sugawara was immediately beside you, his hand rubbing circles on your back in attempt to calm you down.

"No-" You lifted your face up to meet Tsukishima's eyes. "I think he's right. I should stop being a nuisance and focus on myself."

"I'll leave you alone. I'm sorry," you said before giving Tsukishima a bow and leaving the gym with everyone's eyes following your figure until the door shut.

Everyone could only look at Tsukishima as he cursed under his breath.

"Shit."

The moment you left the gym, you headed straight to the comfort room to let your tears out. You stared at yourself on the mirror as tears cascaded down your cheeks.

"You're beautiful," you reassured yourself while pointing at your own reflection. "What he said doesn't make you any less. Know your worth."

You wiped your tears and splashed your face with cold water before getting out and heading to class without sparing Tsukishima any glance.

You ignored Tsukishima, stopped visiting the gym and focused on yourself. You even made made friends with some of your classmates that you didn't bother getting associated with last time because you were too focused on capturing the attention of Tsukishima.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain male was eyeing you as you interact with other people. He blamed himself for pushing you away. He didn't talk to you, thinking that you only wanted space for a couple days before bothering him again.

He knew that what he said was out of line and he regret everything he did. He even asked Yamaguchi and the rest of the team for advice but all of them responded with the same answer - apologize and tell you how he feels.

Tsukishima gripped the pen tightly as he watched you laughing at something your classmate said. The said classmate was too close to you and it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you.

"Tsukki?" Yamaguchi called out. He followed Tsukishima's gaze and sighed. "Why don't you go and talk to them?"

"Tsk. Why would I do that? Can't you see they're enjoying his company?" Tsukishima bitterly said.

"You'll end up losing them if you don't do something about it now. Who knows, they might already be lo-" Yamaguchi stopped as Tsukishima instantly stood up and made his way to where you are.

Taking your wrist, he pulled you towards him, heading out of the classroom.

"Tsukishima, what the hell?!" You tried to resist but his grip on your wrist only tightened.

You gasped as he suddenly stopped, trapping you against a wall with his arms beside your head.

"I'm sorry." Tsukishima closed his eyes, balling his fist as he bowed his head. "I said hurtful words to you and no amount of apology will take those away but I want you to know that I regret every single one of it."

You bit your lower lip as you felt yourself tearing up once again. "Do you really think that I'm ugly? I was hurt, Kei. It's just.."

"I'm sorry." His hand made its way to your cheek, cupping your face while he wiped your tears with his thumb. "You're not ugly."

You shook your head and averted your gaze from him, a sob escaping your lips as you felt yourself falling for him deeper. "Don't. Just stop. I'll accept your apology but please just leave me be. I won't be able to stop my feelings for you if you keep leading me on."

"But I don't want you to stop."

"What?"

"I've fallen for you." He tipped your chin up with his hand making you look at him and you were surprised to see the vulnerability in his features. "Please look at me again, y/n. Keep loving me because I swear that I'll do things different this time. Give me a chance."

You can't help but encircle your arms around him, burrying your face on the side of his neck as you nodded repeatedly. "One chance, Kei."

Tsukishima hugged you tightly, lips pressing on the side of your head. "One chance." He leaned away from you and held your face with his hand, eyes boring to yours admiringly.

"You're beautiful."

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[maizumis]

LOVE IS NOT FOR EVERYONE - suna x fem!reader smau

part 5: the date

summary: after years of not talking to each other, your childhood best friend decided to reach out again, how will everything go?

note: heavy make out session with suna, he says ily as the stupid boy he is, thanks to @sunalma cos one of the songs is out of her playlists<33

series masterlist - part 6

An elevator ride couldn't feel so long and short at the same time, biting your lip, scared of seeing that person after so many years.

Clumsily taking your keys out of your bag, you open the door and there you saw it, perfect, handsome boy you fell in love on the young years of high school

“you look beautiful, as always” He told you with his deep voice that made you shiver on spot, he seemed more mature now, with features no longer like the ones of a teenage boy. You were out of guard when his arms wrapped comfortably around your waist, still leaning into it

Looking at him, at his eyes, that same green eyes that made you fall in love when you were a child and that green eyes that were making you fall in love, again “Rin, I missed you” you whisper with a soft tone, your head resting in the comfiness of the crook of his neck, his left hand came to cup your cheek, taking in how fucking pretty you looked like that

“I missed you too, so much, do you want to know what did I plan?”

“yeah rin, I'm sure I'm gonna love it" he took your hand in his, leading the way to the passenger sit in his car "you're not gonna found out until we are there, so you better be patient" he slid the seatbelt in front of him and pecked your hand before starting the car "okay, I can handle that"

"the aux is yours then, pretty girl"

your eyes widen after hearing that pet name "do you want me to call you daddy too?" it was supposed to be funny, you thought he would only call you pretty girl in texts, apparently not

"if you like"

Pretty Please by Dua Lipa starts playing in the background, gradually turning up the volume until it was hard to hear your own voice

Suna thought the sight was pretty, the window on your side rolled down with the wind all over your face, happily singing by the lyrics not giving a single fuck about the world, just as he loved to remember you

"This makes me remember of the old days but instead of the car, you in my room giving me a concert that, in fact, didn't ask for"

his comment took you back down to earth, old days, just old days, no feelings attached at the moment; you were praying to any god up there to make the butterflies go away in your gut go away, you were one hundred percent sure he could hear your heart beating from where he was sitting, not even the loud music could hide it

“old days? We should make new memories I think”

"yeah, we can make new memories but we shouldn't let go of the ones we have, hand me your phone" you did as you were told, suspicious of what he was about to do until you saw him open Spotify, oh okay, he is gonna change the song.

Fluorescent Adolescent was now blasting from the stereo "umm, love this song, gives me the dancing in front of a mirror with a brush vibe"

He chuckled at what you said "and you did that? would like to see it with my own eyes"

"We are almost there, babe, close your eyes"

"Babe? we are not dating, Rintaro"

"maybe we should"

maybe we what? that did take you back, choosing for peace, you shut your mouth and closed your eyes, anxiously waiting for what he had

"you have your eyes closed, right"

"yes, rin, they are closed, I didn't know you were blind"

he opened the door of your seat, interlacing your hands so he could guide you behind a tall tree "I need you to stay here until I have everything done, okay? it's not gonna take more than ten minutes" he didn't give you time to answer that he was already walking back to his car.

"better be something good" you murmured under your breath, turning on your phone to scroll through social media until he called you.

he called you exactly eight minutes after he dropped you behind the tree "if you don't like this, then I don't know what should I do"

The scene in front of you was dreamy to say at least, the back of his car decorated with fairy lights, lots of blankets that seemed so warm, and pillows in all their forms that you knew for a fact they were comfortable as fuck, you were quick to wrap your arms around his neck, chanting like a mantra 'rin, this is beautiful' and 'im so thankful' he gladly took you in his arms, his nose behind your ears, landing a sweet peck right there

"you ready for movie night, pretty girl?"

"bet your ass I'm ready, Rintaro Suna" and with that you were off, running to his car ready to spend the best night of your life

Or perhaps the beginning of the end, who knows

Howl's moving castle last scenes were on the screen of his laptop, a weird feeling in your heart after he remembered it was- no, is your favorite; you two stared sitting beside the other and now he has his arm protectively around you, his back straight against the backseat while your head was on top of his underarms, cheeks smashed to his collarbone "you did remember it, rin" your eyes still locked on the screen in front of you, watching the movie credits.

He looked down at you with soft eyes, deciding to close the laptop and pull it aside "how could I not? hand me my phone"

you did as you were told, searching for the little device under the huge blankets "here! take it"

he quickly searched for a song and toss it aside, I Wanna Be Yours playing inside the car from the 11-inch phone "come here" he signaled, patting his lap.

it took you a good minute to realize what he meant but now you're on top of him, looking at his emerald eyes in search of a hint of what he is thinking

he took his time analyzing your feature, looking at your cheeks, forehead, baby hairs, nose, lips, and finally your eyes, he could see the past in them, and a little of his future too

"not as much as you, rin"

he didn't answer, to lost in the paradise of your face, he was now focused on your lips, how would they taste?

to answer his own question, he leaned into your face, into your lips that he knew that were begging to be touched by his own

your eyes were wide, taken by surprise by his action, even if you saw it coming, it was something you were dreaming for years now

he looked at your eyes again for a kind of permission, and when he saw you nod, his hand was in the back of your neck in a matter of seconds while yours found home on his hair, tugging it slightly

"a kiss and you're all whiny and needy"

"shut up and fucking kiss me-"

he took the chance of sliding his tongue inside your mouth, exploring every single place he could, his free hand now on your lower back to move you back and fort his lap, he took the flavor of the artificial coconut lip balm you were wearing, he took all he could, in fact

"not only you look good but you taste good too" you hear him groan before going into it again, soft pants coming out of your mouth, whimpering his name as a mantra r-rin, r-innie, arching your back to be closer to him, you could feel his smirk on your now puffy lips with every movement of your hips, the hand on your lower back now going down to grip your thigh

pulling out to catch a little air, you rested your head on his large neck, you two were in comfortable silence, your head rested against his chest and his hands caressing your cheek

maybe ten minutes passed while you were cuddling until your phone screen turned up after a notification- you didn't care about it but the time, past two in the morning "rin, would you take me home? is getting late" he gave your cheek a sweet kiss before standing out the car, extending his hands to help you do the same "of course I can, pretty girl"

the drive back home was quiet, you could hear Apocalypse in the car radio, looking by the window to the beautiful night lights in the city, suna's hand on your thigh, playing with it from time to time, using the other one to drive

"We are here"

"Thanks for bringing me home, rin, I had fun"

he stepped out of the car with you- not letting you out that easily, his hands with a firm grip of your waist and silence was around the two of you, just appreciating the presence of each other, your hands going inside his jackets to hold his waist too

"good night, I love you" he told you and sealed his words with one last kiss

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