#but I truly believe they would have stayed paired up even if it was unfair

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Prongsfoot Microfic: Kindred

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“That’s not fair, they can read each other’s minds!” Peter complained when Sirius figured out James’ pictionary clue from nothing more than a circle with an arrow pointing into it. “They shouldn’t be allowed to be on a team together. How could anyone get ‘Captain’ from that?”

“I can’t read his mind, I’m just better than you are at this game” Sirius said, cocky from their seventh consecutive victory.

“We are simply kindred spirits,” James agreed, a wide grin across his face, “who know each other very well.”

“Bloody cheaters is what you are,” Peter muttered, still sounding irritated. Remus, his partner, was just sitting next to him on the couch looking entertained. He, at least, had gotten used to losing ages ago. From the first evenings they’d started playing, really. 

“We simply work well together,” James said. He didn’t sound like he was taunting - his tone was friendly - but Peter still took offense to it.

“Then partner with me next time and Padfoot can go with Moony. It’ll be a more even match up.”

Remus laughed, which brought all of their attention to him.

“Oh come on, Pete, that’s never going to happen,” Remus said, “They’re going to be a team in every game we play them. You simply have to get used to it.”

James and Sirius grinned at each other madly because Remus was right. They were a team until the end of time.

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Chasing Rainbows

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid

Description: Whenever Spencer and his wife face the unimaginable, they grow apart and their marriage takes a nosedive. It isn’t until a few weeks go by that something remarkable brings them together again.

Content Warning: Infant death due to SIDS, different grieving processes, Spencer works like 24/7 and does everything to avoid his wife, reader can’t bare to look at Spencer, there are talks of faith, reader believes in signs from the universe, Spencer and reader do their best to come together again and mend what was broken.

Word Count: 1.8K

Part two

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A beautiful friend @lucreziaq2001 requested this via DMs and I had to write it for them. Please pay attention to the warnings because this will be very heavy on angst with fluff towards the end. 🫶🏻

Three weeks, two days, seven hours, eleven minutes and forty-five seconds. 

That was how long it had been since Noah died. A once happy and smiley nine month old little boy taken from his parents from Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. 

It was nothing new that the word was unfair and unforgiving, taking away innocent children from the arms of their parents in a number of different ways. Spencer had seen it before given his line of work.

Whether it be a person who kidnaps children to do unspeakable things, parents or siblings who snap at the people who couldn’t fight back, or the cruelest thing of all; nature. 

There wasn’t a day in his life where he thought that he would be in the position of so many parents that he had to comfort before. He couldn’t seek closure, instead having to bear with the weight of the world weighing heavy on his chest. 

It didn’t help that his wife, Y/N, was nothing but a hollow husk of who she used to be. There was no smile on her face anymore, she didn’t sleep in their shared bed, she couldn’t eat or much less face Spencer. She was quiet, voice barely above a whisper when she did speak, that was rare.

Grief was different for every party involved. While she was quiet and resorted to shutting down, Spencer was pouring himself into his job. He stayed as late as he possibly could at the office, sometimes just needing to pour himself into an old case that he’d work on in his own time. Emily tried her best to send him home, telling him that he needed his wife, that they needed to comfort one another. 

His argument was always the same, that he would deal with his grief on his own time, truly tired of being told that he needed to be there for Y/N when she wasn’t even there for him. She barely spoke to him, didn’t look at him, she was never present in conversations. 

She shut down on him and he was shutting her out. 

Today was no different than all the others, they woke up and exited their now separate bedrooms. They shared a silent breakfast, Y/N offering a hushed ‘goodbye’ as her now estranged husband was leaving their once warm, comfortable home.

When he left for the day, that was when she was escaping the home that was filled with too many painful memories, nor could she stomach the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be there by herself. 

Noah should’ve been there, making a mess with his breakfast all while being the smiley and baby he was. 

There was silence while she was getting dressed for the day, grabbing her keys and purse before exiting the home. She made sure to lock up, taking in a soft breath. It rained the night before, so the smell of the damp soil filled her nose. Her husband told her years ago that it was called Petrichor, when she told him that the smell comforted her.. 

“Petrichor is the more earthy smell after rain. Did you know that a main component of it is an organic compound called geosmin, which lingers around moist soil. Geosmin comes from the ancient Greek “geo”, meaning earth, and “osme”, meaning smell.” 

It rained the day that Noah died, she could vividly remember hearing the thunder boom outside as she was sitting and talking to the doctor as she described why their little boy wasn’t breathing. 

Rain wasn’t comforting anymore, instead a dark reminder of the worst night of her life.

With her sneakers making splashes out of puddles as she was walking out of her home and up the sidewalk, her eyes were glancing up at the sky. 

It was gloomy, clouds hovering over their town which meant more rain was in store at some point. It was fitting, the bleakness that clouded her life was being transported to the weather. 

As she began her walk around the neighborhood, she was keeping her gaze down. Their neighbors looked at Spencer and Y/N with pity, making sure to stop them and express their condolences or that they were praying for their broken family. 

The thoughts of prayer healing her was insulting. She’d begun to think that if there was a greater deity or higher power out there, she wouldn’t be feeling this pain in the first place. 

They say things happen for a reason and that they make people stronger, however this situation had no positive ending. Instead of being happy with a perfect family, they were all torn apart from one event that ruined both parents forever. 

However, she tried to maintain some form of faith. 

“If things are going to be okay, please just.. Send me a sign.” Y/N had to choke the words out through tears that were already filling her eyes. “Show me that he’s at least.. Okay up there. Is that too much to ask?” 

She knew there was a strong chance that she was speaking to nothing, the words getting lost in the autumn air. Spencer would probably tell her that nobody could hear her, that signs like that just weren’t physically possible. 

At one point, she would’ve told him that he was wrong, that the universe spoke to them in more ways than he realized. Now though, she had half a mind to believe it.

“This is stupid.” She spoke softly to herself, using the back of her hand to swipe away her tears before lifting her head. However she could feel her heart twist at the sight she hadn’t been paying attention to.

There was a beautiful rainbow, settled over the houses that weren’t too far ahead. That made a small smile appear on her face, the tears flooding more.

This was a sign, she was sure of it. This was her comfort, the thing that would keep her belief in a world beyond theirs, one where they’d be reunited at some point. There was going to be a day where she did see her little rainbow again. 

The rest of the walk down the sidewalk was filled with silent thoughts of what was going on around her. Noah was okay. Y/N and Spencer, however, were far from it. They’d been neglecting one another in every way possible. 

Spencer was having his own thoughts of their current life together, currently doing a case in Arlington, Virginia. It was a case that hit close to home, a mother and a father losing their only child. They were under very different circumstances but they felt the same heartbreak, the same pain. The difference was, they were by each other's sides. 

There was no pain from behind the father’s eyes because he refused to discuss what was happening to them, the mother wasn’t broken to the point where she couldn’t speak. They held each other, grounded one another. 

That was the importance of talking these things out. They were bonded together, both able to keep their heads up because they were connected. 

That case opened up his mind to what they were doing. Him and Y/N lost one another when they should’ve been connected from the beginning. They didn’t grieve together, instead separately. They didn’t feel grounded, instead like they drifted away in a storm.

Spencer knew what they needed to do and he was going to do what he could to bring them back to one another. Even if it took days, weeks, months, even years.

They weren’t alone.

Six weeks, five days, two hours and ten seconds. 

That was how long it had been with Spencer doing everything he possibly could. He didn’t stay at the office late anymore, instead bringing home Y/N’s favorite flowers to surprise her, getting her small gifts from when he had to leave the state, even buying them dinner on Fridays from their favorite Chinese takeout place.

The smile on Y/N’s face was slowly coming back, she could look Spencer in the eye now and hold a conversation. They were moving slowly, adjusting to this new life they were navigating together.

They were currently sitting at the dining room table, the two eating dinner in a more content silence rather than the tense one they faced before. “I saw another rainbow today.” The soft tone of Spencer’s voice had Y/N slowly peeking up from the noodles in her takeout box. 

“Really?” She asked, sitting up a little straighter. “The card you got me with my roses had a rainbow on it too.” She spoke softly, offering a smile. Spencer let his eyebrows raise. “Did it? I didn’t see that when I picked it out. Maybe it’s a sign.” 

Of course Spencer realized it, however, the idea of rainbows being a sign from Noah was slowly growing on him, even if the more logical side of him knew that it wasn’t possible. 

“Yeah.” Y/N’s words were a little louder than the barely audible version that her husband was faced with for weeks. 

“I think he’s proud of us, you know. We’ve been doing really good. I walked further down the street today and I passed by his favorite spot, the one with all the flowers. It felt like he was there, Spencer.”

There was a smile on the man’s face. Even if his brain was trying to argue the scientific reasoning that it was just her brain trying to comfort her, he was fighting those thoughts. It was an inner conflict, his logic and his emotions having a full on war. 

“Because he was there.” The words were genuine, there was no sarcasm or any added thoughts of the theories that it could’ve been.

Dinner had been finished and cleaned up not too long after, the parents standing side by side in the kitchen while they were either wiping down the counter or putting their leftovers in the fridge.

“I’ve missed this.” Spencer said, his gaze falling on his wife as she turned around. “Me too. I’ve missed us.” She admitted, only walking into the open arms of her husband, her forehead against his shoulder. That was when the tears were falling from her eyes, leaving her to a sobbing mess.

That hug was what she needed, Spencer was what she needed. 

Spencer was relishing in the embrace, choked sobs leaving his lips as he felt the relief of the world wash over him. 

Tragedy had the power to ruin lives if someone let it and neither one of them could believe that they almost let it ruin them too. 

“I love you.” The two spoke in sync, tears washing over the significant others as if it was a cleansing rain. 

“And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than look down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow.”  – G. K. Chesterton

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Hi, may I request a headcanons of The Brotherhood(Quicksilver, Blob and Toad) whose crush is gn reader? How would they act?

The Brotherhood (X-Men: Evolution) X gender neutral crush

Note(s) : Sorry it took so long, I was struggling to figure out how to write for them (⁠*⁠・⁠～⁠・⁠*⁠) I think I got it right though?

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

'Hey! Over here, nooo, not there, silly! Here!'

Oh he's so annoying (affectionate)

Pietro's main goal is to make you think about him wherever you are, that means bugging you constantly.

Assuming you're in the same school, he's constantly switching out your homework with blank pieces of paper, drawing messages in your books, speeding over to poke you in class knowing you can't do anything about it, etc.

It only gets worse if you're an X-Man.

During missions if you're against each other he's constantly going after you, it's gotten him in trouble with Mystique more times than he can count because he refuses to acknowledge the main purpose of the mission, instead, he only wants to annoy you.

Sometimes it's just pushing you over then zooming away, other times he constantly taunts you while running so fast you can't catch him or tell where he's going next, whatever it is, he makes sure it's enough of a bother that you start to get frustrated.

If you're in the brotherhood he can at least get missions done but you know he's bothering you the entire time, you basically end up doing all the work.

Is he flirty? Absolutely.

Expect his arm around your shoulders or waist while he talks on and on so fast you can't even catch what he's saying, but when he does slow down he's all 'You're the only one for me.' 'I love your shirt, is it new?' 'Your eyes are so beautiful, I could stare at them for hours.'

Lance and Todd are throwing up in the background.

Wanda wants to punch her brother into a separate dimension.

Fred's just chilling.

Think of him like Lance with Kitty but more focused on teasing you rather than being completely smitten, don't get him wrong, he loves you and he'd probably even make you a sandwich if you asked, but he'll be an asshole about it.

'Oh, come on, that's so much effort! Can't you just do it yourself?' but before you can answer he zooms off to do what you asked of him. 'here, I guess.' he huffs, a grin on his face as he hands you the item you requested.

Frederick J. Dukes / The Blob

'Do I have to stay with them..?'

Fred is under the assumption that it's impossible for you to like him back after what happened with Jean, of course he was pushy and unfair with her, but she also rejected him and all of the X-Men despise him. So, he doesn't exactly have many options when it comes to friendship, let alone dating, besides the Brotherhood.

Then comes you.

Whether you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, Morlock, perhaps just a fellow mutant, or a human, student at school, he'll truly never believe that he has a chance.

While before he was fairly obsessive and pushy with his crushes, with you he's silent and very awkward, even if you're nice to him he expects backlash if he ever confesses.

If you're a member of the brotherhood his awkwardness is slightly less explainable and far more noticeable, you're his teammate, you spend almost all day together, yet he can hardly look at you and loudly complains when he's paired with you or left alone with you. It probably makes you feel like he hates you.

He's very embarrassed if you confront him about it.

Awkward, he stumbles over his words and is breathing a little heavy as he does so, trying his best to explain that he doesn't hate you, he's just. Well. You see.

It's a similar situation if you attend his school, human or mutant, he's very sweet to you and tends to avoid messing with you. Fred usually quiets down when you get near, almost shutting down in a way. The others tease him for it all the time.

He'll most likely try to avoid you, maybe Lance, Pietro and Todd will push him to interact with you just to 'stop him from bugging them about it', they totally just want to help him out, and it ends with him always running away in embarrassment or assuming, if you're quiet or not that reactive, that you hate him.

If you're paired in a school project, Fred will absolutely just skip school, he doesn't care, he skips class regularly anyway, no Pietro, it's not to avoid you, he's just too cool for class.

If you're an X-Man, it's very different.

Fred is under the assumption you both share a mutual hate for each other, you're enemies after all! The tightness in his chest that he's feeling is totally just violent urges, that's it, that's all, it's not the want to hold your hand, hold you, tell jokes and make you laugh, no, no, that's not it at all!

He tends to target you to try and avoid his feelings quicker, he hates hurting you, but throwing you away from him, physically, makes sure he won't get distracted by you.

Fred ends up crying in his room when he goes home because he's afraid he hurt you.

Heck, even the other members of the brotherhood just want him to get with you already. Lance is especially eager because he won't be the only one being made fun of for dating an X-Man.

Eventually it does spill somehow and I'd imagine he would try to run away from you, maybe you catch up or explain to him later on, whichever one, he'll get very happy when you confirm you share feelings for him. He practically fixates on you so hard that you're the only thing he talks about.

Todd Tolansky / Toad

'Hey, how it's goin', beautiful?'

He proceeds to fall down on his face.

Todd is a bit of a creep, constantly following you around and showing off his nonexistent muscles, telling the most unfunny jokes and pulling pranks on people in an attempt to impress you.

He doesn't smell nice, he's been told this his entire life, that he's slimy, disgusting, every insulting name under the sun. As such, he decides to at least try and take a shower more often for you, to make you less likely to avoid him, of course!

Todd has a big grin on his face every time he talks to you, bouncing off his feet like he's just won the lottery. He's also very, very flirty, just not that good at flirting.

His pick up lines are very 'the immediate Google search results for pick up lines.' type of cheesy, very stereotypical and eye rolling.

If you're an X-Man, member of the Brotherhood, human, mutant, etc, it doesn't matter much to him, he treats you the exact same. The only real difference is how much time he spends around you.

In the brotherhood he does try to avoid flirting in front of the guys to avoid embarrassment or teasing, but surprisingly he does ask for a lot of advice regularly. It usually never goes well, Lance and Pietro tend to just give very wrong or confusing tips and Fred doesn't really have any to give in the first place.

If you're an X-Man he tries to impress you by fighting your teammates, usually he loses, but sometimes he does win! He'll pose and ask if he's just the coolest guy or what. Todd doesn't like fighting you but he will, because unfortunately Mystique is absolutely terrifying and he doesn't want to face her wrath.

In school he likes to ask for your help, constantly bugging you about how he just desperately needs your assistance to study for this test coming up, which to be fair he does. But, if you agree to help him, he doesn't actually try. He just flirts with you the entire time.

His crush is obvious, incredibly so, even the most clueless of individuals would know he loves you because he says it directly every single day. He doesn't exactly need to 'confess' per say, all you really need to do is accept his flirting or flirt back, maybe ask him out yourself.

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"Black Wedding" Story Event: Chapter 2

Jude's Route

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The cultist led us to the room we would be staying in throughout our stay.

Kate: W-What was that just now…

I asked Jude in a low voice so that the cultist couldn't hear me.

Jude: What? That was the best method.

Jude: You should be grateful we didn't have to waste our time acting all lovey dovey.

Kate: That’s… true. … Thank you.

Jude: You’re welcome. Good luck with being a masochistic pervert.

(Ggh…)

Jude mocked my reluctant expression of gratitude and turned to look coldly out of the window.

Jude: This whole vows of love thing sickens me. I’ll have this mission ended as soon as possible.

Following Jude’s line of sight, I looked at the sunny courtyard outside the window.

It appeared that there were a few couples staying in the premises as well, and they were all smiling at each other.

(... They look so blissful.)

Kate: All of them are here because they love each other so much that they want their love to last for an eternity.

Kate: If couples are really being murdered… I will never forgive the culprit.

Jude: Hah, amazing sense of justice you’ve got there.

Jude: I can’t believe you sympathise with those people who think love and vows can be made to last forever by the power of some guy.

Kate: I don’t believe that love will magically last an eternity just by holding a ceremony, making promises to a superior being, and reciting vows to the people around us.

Kate: But… I think that’s why people make promises to each other.

Kate: Whenever they feel like they might break the promise, as long as they still have the memory of them making that promise together, they’ll gain the courage to keep going and not give up.

Jude: Hah… how beautiful.

Jude: Those who break promises, break them. And those who don’t break promises, they’ll never be able to break them even if they die.

Jude: That’s the way things are.

Just then, there was a knock on our door, and two laymen showed up.

Cultist: I’ll show the two of you around the interior of the establishment. This way.

…

The cultist demanded that Jude and I follow him into the hallway, and so we did.

Kate: Wah!?

My leg got caught onto something, causing me to fall instantly.

Kate: Ouch… it hurts…

(I think my leg got stuck on something.)

When I looked back, all I saw was the cultist standing there, looking surprised.

Jude: Do you like the floor that much? Get up.

Kate: Wha…

Cultist: Your girlfriend fell, and yet you didn't try to catch her or at least be concerned about her…

Cultist: Are you two not truly in love, as we expected…?

Jude: She loves pain. Right?

(Ugh…!)

Jude: I like that frustrated look on your face. Can I see more?

(It’s quite unfair that he’s the only one who doesn't have to put up an act, no…?)

His grin widened when I looked up at him, so I surrendered and got back onto my feet.

(I wonder what was it that my leg caught onto… no way.)

(Did one of the cultist trip me on purpose?)

I glanced at Jude.

Jude: …

Eyes resembling a pair of amethysts stared coldly at the cultist behind me.

It confirmed that Jude was thinking the same thing I was.

(If they're doing this to ascertain that we “love” each other…)

(They’ll definitely do it again.)

…

Kate: Cold!

My hunch was correct.

We were eating alone while the cultist was away.

The waiter’s hand “slipped” and I had water dumped onto my head.

Waiter: Oh, my apologies, Miss Kate. Please, have a towel.

Kate: … Thanks.

(Ugh… my wet shirt clinging to my body is making me uncomfortable.)

Jude: Hah, nice figure you’ve got.

Mister Jude “I enjoy exposing her uncouth side to the public” Jazza laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

(Both this organisation and Jude… they're the worst of the worst.)

Right when I was brimming with resentment towards him—

Jude: …

Another waiter who was serving Jude tripped, and the water in the glass he was carrying fell onto Jude.

(What the…)

The only sounds that could be heard in the pin drop silence were the glass rolling on the floor and the water dripping from Jude’s hair.

(You need to have guts of steel to splash water onto Jude like that…)

Waiter: Goodness gracious! I'm so sorry!

I held my breath as I watched to see if Jude would lose his temper at the waiter’s very obviously forced apology.

However, unlike what I had expected, Jude gave the waiter a magnanimous smile.

Jude: … It's fine. Moreover, it’s not as if you did it on purpose, right?

Jude: Having something slip out of their hands by accident is a mistake everyone makes.

Waiter: T-Thank you…?

The waiter backed away, perhaps getting uneasy because of how calm Jude was.

Jude: … What’s your name?

Waiter: Uh.

Jude: Your name. Tell me. … Nevermind.

Jude: My hands might slip the next time we meet… forgive me when the time comes, yeah?

Wait: … I-I’m truly sorry!!

The waiter gave an apology that sounded more like a shirek and scrambled out of the room.

(... Poor guy.)

I clenched my fist over my heart as I watched him leave.

(Even so…)

Kate: … In what way is this supposed to ascertain our love?

When I was puzzled by the inexplicable situation we were in, Jude snickered.

Jude: They were expecting something erotic to happen.

Kate: What…

I stared at the man sitting next to me, startled.

Jude: All that talk about love and some other beautiful things, but at the end of the day people are merely hypocritical beings that follow what their body wants.

The sight of Jude cussing with his hair dripping wet made my heart race in an instant.

(...? What am I thinking—)

Jude: What’s with that stupidly honest and lewd face?

Kate: That's not… it’s because of the weird things you said…

It was true that my heart leapt for an instant and my eyes shifted about.

When I looked away, Jude closed up the distance between us.

Jude: Feeling frustrated because you’re horny?

Kate: …

I shuddered when I felt his breath against my ear.

Jude: … Are you really the type of woman to get turned on when being cursed at?

Kate: No…

Jude: You denied it, and yet you’re turning red.

The shame, chaos, and something else he made me feel with his mocking sent a shiver down my spine.

Jude: Hah… you’ve got the potential.

Cultist: … Ahem!

Kate: …!?

I suddenly heard someone clear their throat, and turned to see the cultist standing in the doorway.

Cultist: Um—... you are allowed to move on to the final check. This way.

Kate: Huh?

Jude: Thanks a lot.

(You’re saying that even our bickering got us some approval?)

(By any chance, is this what Jude was trying to incite…?)

I gingerly looked at him and sure enough, he had a haughty sneer on his face.

Jude: Isn’t this a good thing? Worth showing your sultry visage for.

Kate: I did NOT show anything…!

…

Cultist: The final check is to pick a dress.

(Wow…)

The room was filled with colourful dresses, I was spoiled for choice.

(Woah, every one of them looks amazing…)

A jet black wedding dress caught my eye.

It stood out amongst the white dresses…

(Considering that Jude is my groom… I think this black dress would be the most fitting.)

My heart suddenly started pounding ridiculously loudly the moment I imagined myself in that dress and standing by Jude’s side.

(W-What…?)

My heart was pounding so loudly but even I didn't know why.

(Maybe I’m just nervous… something dangerous might happen during the wedding ceremony. Yes, I’m sure of that.)

I found it absurd that I was getting nervous upon imagining myself having a wedding ceremony with Jude, even though it was only for a mission.

Cultist: The bride will take the card with the number that represents her chosen dress. The card must not be shown to anyone.

Kate: … I understand.

From the basket held out to me by the cultist, I took the card labelled “13” that represented the black dress.

Cultist: And now, the groom shall guess which one the bride chose.

(Huh.)

Cultist: You are not allowed to peek at the card, nor exchange signals.

Cultist: If you truly know the bride well, you will know what the bride would want.

(That’s not possible.)

A drop of cold sweat trickled down my spine.

(I doubt Jude knows what kind of dress I’d like…!)

Jude: This one.

Kate: Huh…?

Without hesitating, Jude pointed at the black dress.

Cultist: Bride, please show the card you selected.

I showed the card with the number “13” written on it.

Kate: How… how did you know?

Jude: It’s the power of love.

Jude said with a smile that looked more like he was making fun of love.

(He figured it out by observing my eyes and facial expression… I’m sure that's what happened.)

I rationalised in my mind and calmed the strange feeling I was having.

Jude: So? What’s the result of the final check?

Cultist: … You passed. You have been granted permission to vow your eternal love in the presence of the Founder.

Cultist: Will you hold the ceremony tomorrow? Or—

Jude: Tonight.

Jude: We’ll hold the ceremony tonight.

Jude: She doesn't have the patience to wait till tomorrow morning.

[lamemaster]

Subject of Faith

Pairing: Sauron x Human reader

Summary: It was not the cockiness of omnipotence, but a longing that lined your words. And Sauron knew that longing, for Ainur and Men shared it.

"Would you rather put all your faith in someone you can't see?"

"Like the music can't be seen and fragrance can't be held, faith is not a matter of seeing, it is subject to believing." Your answer frustrated Sauron.

A mere human dare talk back to him? A guard of the king of Numenor. A lowly guard whose entire life would be blink of an eye from Sauron.

Yet, Sauron could not stop speaking. Every passing second he poked at every aspect of your existence to find a weak spot. Anything that would quench his curiosity about you.

A distant part of his conscious warned him to restrain. To not reveal his plan and to play the part of a gullible repentant. He truly tried but failed.

You were nothing. A poor human who stood outside his cell for hours. A monotonous and taxing job. But no matter how hard Sauron tried he failed to find a crack.

"Don't you desire for an immortal life, likes of which is given to the elves?" He questioned you, settling back into the now familiar game of unravelling your mind. "How nice would it be to not leave your dear ones, to be with them forever and to not suffer the pain of old age."

You do not turn to face him. Your back does not relax at his honeyed words but you do answer him. You always do. You treat him with the fairness of any other being. Answering his questions while continuing your job. "Maybe it would be easy to accept the bliss of immortality and wish for a life I have never lived. However, how unfair would it be to dishonor a gift given by my creator. How can I a mere mortal know of his plans for me? I can only submit to the one who has given me the chance to see this world and hope for another mercy or another miracle to be revealed." Your voice rings loud in the desolate prison. "Furthermore, I really look forward to seeing my grandparents in whatever fate awaits me," the slight joy in your voice stuns Sauron.

It is not the cockiness of omnipotence but a longing that lines your words. And Sauron knows of that longing. Ainur and Men share it. A lingering remembrance of their true home. Elves, whose fate remains tied to Arda know little of it. A constant tug to overturn the world looking for that one place that promises some relief from the constant restlessness.

The same restlessness grows in Sauron's heart. After eons he finds himself thinking of not Utumno or Valinor but the Timeless Halls where he first came to be.

He resented you for doing that to him. He had heard imploring words of silver-tongued elven lords and forgiving speeches of the Valar who resided beyond seas, but none had bugged him like the simple words of the human who stood guarding him.

And so, the chained Maia rested his head on the cold unrelenting wall behind him. "I hope to see you the day you die. When death will look you in the eyes, I hope you manage to remain as sure as your sound right now."

Months later when Tar Mairon, the closest advisor of the king, finds himself in the same prison. His hands dipped in the warmth of your blood.

You lay on the cold ground that had once been the spot from where you answered his questions with your back facing him. In the past, he rarely saw your face but now as he looks at the peaceful look on your face he knows it to be you.

There is indeed no bitterness or fear in your death. It is acceptance that greets Sauron. Even in death you stay true to your words. Sauron marvels at the stubborn human who refuses to bow to him in life and death.

One day...one day he promises, you will meet again. That day he might force you to kneel or he might end up joining you. That day was too far but it would come after trials that awaited him.

In a twisted fate, he hopes in some salvation you await him. And when he finds you, he hopes to hear your voice and ask you questions that you reply to without a fail.

He will find you when he can't offer you the hoax of immortality or feed you falsehood of greed. You don't need that. You won't accept that.

So, Sauron awaits for his song's end. Maybe his end will guide him to you or some peaceful oblivion.

[neptoons1998]

my mind is blank toooo 💀 i Hope something comes to mind tho Neppy- I’m thinking of a rebellious Riri x mama okoye oneshot or sum would be cool

A/N: Y'know I have to make it angsty lol. I'll say in this timeline before Riri gets snapped. Something about Riri leaving Wakanda does something to me.

Tag gang: @s0lam3y @mal-urameshi @somethingcleaverandwhitty

Summary: Okoye loves her daughter, but she can't understand why she wants to leave home?

Okoye knew her daughter would one day be out of her reach. That’s whole point of growing up is becoming your own person. Okoye didn’t think this how it be for Riri.

“You can just tell the king, that you changed your mind and you’ll be staying here,” Okoye said. The pair were back at home, that ‘s when Riri decided to tell her big plan on not only leaving her mother but leaving for Wakanda as well to go to America. Okoye was praying to Bast this is some twisted joke her daughter was doing to her right now.

“No mama,” Riri said her doe-like eyes, “I’m serious about this.”

“How did this come about?” Okoye questioned, “We came to agreement to go to the Golden inistiute. You said you like that campus and it wasn’t far from home.”

That was another thing Riri sprung this new idea of hers last minute. Knowing well that her mother hates sudden changes in her life.

“What if he was right?” Riri questioned her mother. Okoye looked at her as she wait for Riri to contine, “ What if Killmoger was right. That Wakanda itself has turns it’s back from the world.”

“It’s not Wakanda’s responsibility nor it’s obligation to protect everyone,” Okoye chind in like she did when Riri did something wrong as a child. Riri groan at the stupid argument, that type of  reasoning is how we winded up here isn’t? Riri thought. The teen could recall how it turn out the former king killed his own brother and left his nephew for dead. 

“Maybe it’s not but we should be a becon to people from the different nations,” Riri counterback. 

Okoye huffed, “I’m not playing politics with you, Riri.”

Riri gave a huffed of a dry laugh, “Now you sound like Shuri.”

Okoye rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe I’m saying this. Your girlfriend is right.”

Riri sighed she knew this was going to be a challenge. She knew how her mother would react when she heard the news that she would be going MIT, as just a normal american girl, Riri Williams from Chicago. Okoye’s eyebrows knitted together as if she bit into a rotten fruit.

“You make it sound I’m incapable of taking care of myself,” Riri sighed as she felt a raging headache in her temple. She laid her head on the cool countertop as she heard her mom moving closer to her. 

“I never said that you were,” Okoye commented as she stared at her daughter as she rub Riri’s back. Where did the time go? Okoye thought as she once remember Riri being wrapped in her arms when she born. Now here was her daughter seventeen in age wanting to go and being out of reach from Okoye’s touch. 

Riri bit her lip to stop herself from saying what’s really on her mind, “Your actions do. Riri that’s dangerous. Riri should be on comms.”

Riri quickly straighten herself up, “I know you pulled my application to become a wardog.”

Okoye didn’t having anything to say to the comment because it was true. She used her powerful position to get her daughter’s application removed when she heard the rumor. 

“You’re not ready to see that type of life,” Okoye retored. Okoye went on countless missions seeing how deprive and monstouers people can be with their fellow countrymen. Riri shouldn’t have to see that or witness.

“I know life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, mama. It’s has suffering and unfairness. Leaving with or without your blessing,” Riri stated frustrated that her mother wasn’t truly understanding her reason on why she wanted to help people who everyone turn their backs to. 

Okoye have a chuckle, “I would love to see you try to leave. I’ll even give you five minute head start.”

Riri grit her teeth at her comment. Riri knew she would be quickly caught and be place back at home before she could stand a chance. Riri just remain silent she was genuis afterall she knew her own capablilties and fighting wasn’t one of them. 

“That’s the reason why I’m doing this, “ Okoye as she cupped her cheek, “Because I love you and I know what’s best. You’ll understand one day.”

[tartagliaxx]

。IN WHICH WE FALL FARTHER THAN ICARUS

━━ PAIRING: aether/reader

━━ GENRE: fluff

━━ SUMMARY: colors flicker by the second and paints his skin in every possible hue. what's constant, however, is the pretty nude of his lips that tastes sweeter than any bubblegum.

━━ CONTAINS: modern!au, established relationship, aether and reader are on their last year of college, aether is unashamedly a corny simp and reader eats that right up, lowercase intended

━━ VALENTINE’S 2022 EVENT SPECIAL (LATE POST)

THE sun was setting, casting a golden sheen on everything it grazes. a magnificent sight — and a welcome one at that as the tints of orange and gold made the view from the peak of the ferris wheel even more worthwhile. the line had been long but you were happy you were there, especially since you were given the additional gift of your dear lover's pleasant smile. though his eyes were turned towards the horizon, the affectionate gaze he held was directed to you multiple times that day, and what a sight it was to see. a look that could stop time — had someone told you that, you'd believe it in a heartbeat. that is, if your heart hadn't already failed by that time given how fast it raced to accommodate the heat in your cheeks.

"look! they're selling bubblegum ice cream there!"

you forced yourself to look away from the magnificence of his childish jubilance to look at where he was pointing. a few meters away from the ride you were on, you could see a lady wearing a striped shirt handing a teal-colored ice cream on a cone to a small child and his guardian.

"you have a sharp eyesight," you noted as aether laughed lightly, "do you want one?"

"yeah, it looks pretty. kinda reminds me of the sweater you bought on our first mall date."

and again, your heart skipped a beat, "you remembered that?"

aether had the nerve to look wronged at your comment, which promptly earned him a jab to his stomach. a moment of silence was shared, each awaiting the other's move but ultimately, you both laughed. in sync — like two great minds linked by similar thoughts and two hearts beating to match the pace of the one who truly owns it. really, he had to have a million and one ways of making you feel like you're once again in high school with nothing much to think about but the smaller, more valuable things in life.

"i still think you're prettier though. sunsets look good on you."

your hand was taken into his and though his touch caused electric sparks to shoot up your nerves, the way he tenderly held it in his, paired with the way his thumb ran over your knuckles, stopped it from numbing over. not like you'd mind. it's not much exaggeration to say you'll give an arm and a limb for this man and for this moment to stay with you forever and ever.

"very smooth of you, aether. what follows next? a stereotypical kiss? or maybe, a proposal?"

"i don't know," aether abashedly rubbed at his neck, hoping that the rosette hue that settled there would quell, "i just like the way your hand fits in mine."

he's always been so effortlessly charming— always saying the right words to reduce you to a half-crazy teenager in love and if you loved him any less, you would be furious for how devastatingly unfair he was when it comes to your poor heart.

the worst part is that nine times out of ten, aether doesn't even mean to come across as an incredibly appealing young man. every time you tried to bring up his ridiculously attractive behavior, he ends up laughing nervously with a massive blush as he scolds you off for over-exaggerating. this person was oblivious to the stares that linger around him. you thought he was just being considerate at first but aether was genuinely unaware that he was the kind of person who could have an entire nation worshipping his words and that was perhaps the biggest taunt out of all.

perhaps that's also why you're so sold… his innocent honesty was his biggest weapon against you.

"ah, the ride's coming back to an end. that's a shame… i guess there's no more time for that kiss and that proposal you're looking forward to…"

rolling your eyes at his cheeky quip, you turned around to watch the passengers five carts away from you disembark, "wanna go in line again?"

"you'll brave through the queue again for me?"

"babe, i'd jump off a cliff for you if you said the word."

"please don't." the frown on his face made you laugh.

"well, just say that again if i actually decide to do it. i'll come crawling back in."

"did you just—"

"walked you into a mitski song reference? yes, i did. c'mon, time to get off."

aether wordlessly followed after you, lips twisting into the same lovestruck smile you were admiring a few moments ago. it was nice to be young and in love.

the moon had started to rise by the time you exited the cart and more and more guests began to move towards the empty field near the pirate section of the amusement park. the fireworks event was the main attraction of the night and frankly, what you were most looking forward to. aether, on the other hand, had agreed to accompany you for the limited edition ice cream he wanted to try out.

noticing your straying gaze, aether tugged you to the confectionary stand safely away from the incoming traffic. "we'll get there in time, don't worry…"

"i wasn't worried. just surprised that there aren't as many couples as i expected there to be."

aether shrugged before wearing a polite smile as he talked to the attendant. you had mentioned your order to him earlier, allowing you the small freedom of fondly tracing the contours of his face with your eyes. he really is the prettiest gem in your eyes, you chuckled before taking the treat offered to you with ease.

"is it good?" you asked and aether nodded excitedly. cute… your lover was too cute for his own good that your heart could do nothing but swell in pride.

watching aether converse animatedly while inching through the three scoops of his beloved bubblegum ice cream brought a different kind of happiness to associate with this rare version of him. it's not as if he was rarely happy because aether was actually more often seen with a smile than a blank look. rather, it's been rarer of him to smile so widely as if he had no worries in his mind. it came with the whole adulting package but it's satisfying to know that he can still act as free as the wind despite having both of his feet planted firmly into the ground.

perhaps the whole "worrying over nothing" thing came with the loving someone package on your end.

"something wrong?"

"nah, just looking forward to the fireworks!"

as you said that, a loud whistle followed by an explosive boom made you jump in surprise. with both of your attention successfully stolen, you both glanced up in awe as more and more fireworks began ascending the night sky before one by one exploding into pops of colors in the tempo of the upbeat generic love song playing in the area. though fleeting, you were able to capture photos of the various shapes it formed before dissipating. a simple pink heart, a red rose, and the silhouette of what you assumed to be a cherub pointing its bow towards an unassuming pair. you even managed to snag a picture with aether who lazily threw a peace sign at the camera with his half-eaten ice cream. his blushing cheeks were hidden by the darkness of the night and filtered with the glow of a yellow firework but it was present. you felt it against your cheek as he moved to pull you by the waist.

"happy valentine's!" he shouted and you laughed as he winced at the sheer volume of his voice. not that you would call it loud compared to everything else in your vicinity. surrounded by the cheers of exhilarated children and the encouraging screams of their parents, you dropped the idea of trying to top their volume in favor of returning your lover's greeting with a chaste peck on his cheek and squeezing his hand in yours.

aether held your gaze for a second longer before beaming and returning the favor by pressing a kiss on your forehead with a mumbled 'i love you.' deciding not to waste the view, you both turned back to the sky where the fireworks show seemed to be ending soon. the spurts of color that came every other second now had larger intervals and all around you, mumbles of disappointment were expressed. you couldn't blame them. you wanted the moment to last a little bit longer too. before you could pout for long, aether had called your name before motioning to the more quiet side of the park.

it was only after you were quite a distance away from the celebration that you realized how smoky and stuffy the environment had been. as you took a deep breath of the crisp air, aether shot you a sympathetic glance as he tapped the spot beside him on the grass. the moment you were settled, you leaned into his shoulder and he let out a sound of approval at your close proximity.

"did you have fun?"

"yeah… did you?"

golden locks tickled your nose as his fringe came out of the braid he was sporting when he nodded, "i always have fun when i'm with you."

"really? if i didn't know any better, i'd say you like me better than the ice cream you were eating!"

"but i do! you're my favorite person. the best part of waking up. that's why i don't need you to jump off a cliff for me. just… hold my hand. let's fall together."

"how tragically romantic… have you been studying shakespeare for your literature classes?"

"shut up," aether laughs as he rests his head on top of yours, "you're ruining my cheesy comment."

"ok, ok! i'm shutting up."

golden eyes flickered green then red and finally, pink as the last of the fireworks fizzled into nothing only to be replaced by the quieter booms and explosions of the stars far away from earth.

"i hope the only falling we'll ever need to do is falling deeper in love with each other."

you smiled, wrapping your hands around his as you let out a contented smile. you need not the fireworks to make you see the world in a rose-tinted sheen. life was so much better with him by your side — so much brighter too with his precious eyes and brilliant smiles. he really was your sunshine. a light so powerful that it can weather away the exhaustion and the weariness you held in your fractured soul. perhaps it was a sin to keep him all to yourself but as your eyes fluttered close, you find yourself comforted by the fact that no depth nor dark would dub a descent for him and with him not worthwhile.

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who would win? ninjago 1v1s

so if all the ninja had one on one melee fights with each other, no powers allowed, who would win? this is a long post lolz

cole/kai cole is without a doubt the most physically strong of the group, but that doesn't mean that he's the best in a fight. I think that, since I'm trying to exclude the variable of their elemental powers for this, kai would be at a huge disadvantage. Not only because of Cole's strength, but also because Kai himself relies HEAVILY on his elemental powers. Not to say he couldn't hold his own but in this instance, I think that Cole would win.

cole/jay These two have fought before, but not without their powers. I don't know how based this is but in my heart and soul I believe that Jay is excellent at fighting. He's quick-witted, physically fast, and shockingly strong. Cole is much stronger than Jay physically, but I don't think It's quite enough. Jay would win, but it'd be a close call.

cole/nya I think that this'd be a very close fight. Nyas fighting style is very adaptive to her opponent, and Cole's fighting style is very defensive, typically he tries to finish a fight with one move after holding his ground and tiring out his opponent. Nyas tactic analysis is what would win her this fight, along with her ability to read Cole. She's close to him and good at figuring people out. It'd be very very close but Nya would win.

cole/lloyd Lloyds greatest strength is his endurance. He's good at staying on his feet and continuing to fight. He'd pack punch after punch until Cole decided he needed the fight to end. But the move that he expects to take Lloyd out only knocks him off his game for a second, and Lloyd would take the win.

cole/zane I think that this pairing is a bit unfair, for the nindroid. Zanes expertise lies in accurate attacks and Coles expertise lies in defense. Zane would lose the fight.

kai/jay Jay is, in my humble opinion, the best fighter of the team. I think that Kai, though he's not the strongest at combat, would win this fight. He'd use a grapple move on Jay which is something that he was Not expecting. Because if you can't kick him down, might as well pick him up, amirite?

kai/nya Nya would win this fight. In seconds. She spent so much of her early combat training as Samurai X, she didn't even know about her elemental powers for a long time, so it's safe to say that she is not nearly as reliant on them as Kai "Asphera stole my fire so im useless now" Smith. He'd swear up the walls that she cheated. (but he's very obviously proud of her)

kai/lloyd I think that this fight would go on longer than Kai and Nyas fight. Lloyd could probably also take Kai out pretty quickly, but the leader in him would want to use it as a learning experience. He'd make Kais mistakes obvious through his actions and he'd continue the fight until Kai's nearly taken the victory before winning himself. He's not just gonna let him win, but he's not gonna demolish him either.

kai/zane At the start of the fight, Kai would take Zane off guard. It looks like he's going to win easily but in the end that isn't the case. Kai would start with immediate aggressive attacks and Zane wouldn't be prepared. He's used to analyzing his enemy before he truly starts fighting and most opponents give him a fair few seconds of stillness before any action starts, but not Kai. In the end, Zane would win by exploiting some shitty footwork on Kais behalf.

jay/nya I think that this fight would go on for quite a while, probably the second-longest match. Mostly because they're both enjoying themselves too much. I think that any time one of them would be close to taking the victory, they'd give their opponent the chance to catch their breath/balance/composure to continue more fairly. Jays fighting style consists of strong fast and creative blows. Nyas fighting style really depends on who she's facing but in this fight, I think she'd take the approach of deflecting attacks back onto the attacker. Like, Jay throws a hard punch and instead of dodging or blocking, she uses his forward momentum to make him fall on his face lol. I think that in the end, they'd realize that they're both running out of stamina and they decide "no more holding back, let's go for the win" and Jay would win with a knee to Nyas sternum.

jay/lloyd This fight would look pretty evenly matched at the beginning, but as it drags on Jay loses his speed and his mind slips. Like I said, Lloyds main strength is his stamina, he's learned that if he can draw out a fight, he'll have an advantage. It'd be an intense fight but eventually, Lloyd would win. Probably the most entertaining one to watch.

jay/zane I think that this fight could go either way, honestly. I think that Zane would land a blow thinking that he's won and let his guard down, only for Jay to be a lot more resilient to pain than he expected (who knew the littlest bitch he knew could take a good punch) and Jay would win by surprise.

nya/lloyd I think that Nyas strategy with Lloyd would be to take him out as quickly as possible, because she knows that if she can't do that then he'll win in the long game. I think she'd play dirty with this fight. maybe she'd go for a weak ankle or target an old injury. Not because she really wants to hurt Lloyd ofc, but because she knows it's really the only way she'd come out on top. Though in the end, Lloyd would win. it'd be a VERY close fight though. they'd both be close to taping out once or twice before the end.

nya/zane While fighting against Zane, Nya would try and use the element of surprise to her advantage. She knows Zane's playing 8d chess in his brain at all times, and the only way to catch him slipping is to do some weird shit that NO ONE could expect her to do. like,,, he goes in for an attack and she bloody murder screams, catching him (and everyone watching) off guard. Nya would be the victor, but in future battles, the strategy wouldn't work twice against him.

lloyd/zane This would be the closest fight. Lloyds strategy of relying on his stamina wouldn't really be of use against Zane, seeing as he's a literal nindroid, but that's just How He Fights. Zane would use that to his advantage, letting Lloyd think that he was wearing him down for long enough until he could take him out with one well-placed kick. This fight would go on the longest and everyone would be on the edge of their seats watching. Zane would win.

ok thats all have a nice night

[liplinerloser]

Yooooo I hear you do matchups? Can I get a BTD one if so, I'm nonbinary (they/he/it but fem presenting), bisexual with a male lean, as for personality I can say I'm very self isolating, nihilistic, kinda clingy, very empathetic and a bit too trusting lmao, my kinks are praise, degradation, overstimulation, biting, and a little bit of choking, thxx

Yah sure, and thanks for the ask! For boyfriend to death I pair you with…

Lawrence

It was your habit of self isolation that happened to lead you to these specific woods on this specific night, despite the rumours you’d heard, if you were honest you didn’t believe in wendigo’s or Liches, so what did it matter anyway.

Little did you know of the thing that would be prowling that night

You settled comfortably next to a flowing stream, staring down into the clear reflection. It was fairly cold that night, and instead of the soft smell of earth, all you could smell was a sickly sweet rot. It coated your lungs, practically making you taste the rot from the inside, you couldn’t tell if it was you who was rotting

It took a while for you to realise you’d zoned out, and by this point he it , had noticed you. You had let your mind wander, your first mistake. You glance back down at the stream only to realise theres 2 more eyes staring back at you. You feel someone dig their hands through your scalp and slam your face forward into the stream.

When you woke up was the first time youd actually caught a glimpse of him, he was turned around mumbling to himself. “Theyre deceiving….like a flower, cant trust..” you shifted in the chair, immediately he jumps around to face you. By the face he made glancing at you, you realised this wasnt going to be a quick ordeal.

It in fact wasn’t, but over the next month You ended up gaining his trust, since he had decided not to kill you, he assumed you wanted to stay alive for the survival aspect like most people, but would be very curious to find you had actually managed to develop a trust in him.

He preferred it like that, he loves when youre reliant on him, like a flower. He liked the way that when he went for work you’d beg him to stay a little longer, and practically be anticipating the moment he got home. It almost feels domestic.

Once he truly is sure that he can trust that you wont just leave him like the others, then he’ll occasionally talk about his past, despite the fact you have definitely not been to the river, or experienced death for that matter, he enjoys the feeling of you empathising with him like he’s a normal person, you’re the only normal thing in his life

You both have the shared view of nihilism, the cup is half empty, that kinda jazz. Although he would appreciate a more positive outlook on life, he likes to be realistic, even still he enjoys the fact theres more than just the wrong place at the worst time in common, your insides are like his too

because of the way you quickly become comfortable with him, he feels although its unfair to keep you in the chair. A lot of the time he lets you curl up next to him in bed, but the beds pretty small, so sometimes you fall off. He noticed this and slyly upgraded on one of the nights he had given you his special tea, now you both fit! Since you cling to him in part because of your personality and your Stockholm syndrome, he enjoys the feeling of your tight grasp to him, as if you’ll never see him again.

Although Lawrence is a bit dense he’s most definitely not stupid, when you need to isolate he knows the damp walls of his small apartment don’t keep either of you apart enough to feel alone

if you say you want to be alone and he has a high level of trust with you, he’ll go out and meet with a friend, leaving the apartment to you, with the windows open slightly for a breeze. However hes still a very paranoid man, he hides anything sharp and takes his phone with him, he even tells his neighbours if they hear any noises its just his partner drunk as fuck, just incase you try anything

Once he’s realised you’re permanent to his apartment, he gets hungry again. He’ll give you your favourite tea, and tie your wrists to his bed. He would force you to watch him gently butcher his next victim, the drugs must be doing some shit because you could swear he had antlers-

No matter how you look outside he will always be more curious about your insides, sometimes he’ll convince you to let him make small cuts in your legs and wiggle his fingers inside, other time’s he’ll fully drug you and make one long precise cut down just above your spine, and because you’re so trusting of him, you allow it.

Even if you did happen to die on his watch, he has faith youd come back via the river, even better if you do actually, massive turn on for him, because then you can rot together forever. He fully believes you’re pathetic enough to come back to him, over resting

I feel like despite him not being anywhere near as aggressive as some of the others, when he’s particularly gone, he would release you from his apartment. Force you to leave, to run. Then make a game of chasing you in the dead of night

He knows no matter how slow he runs, or how little effort he puts in you wont actively try to leave. He sees you looking back, checking he’s still there, how close he is, if he isn’t you slow down. He cant help but smile at just how much you need him. You’re perfect

Nsfw

Lawrence doesn’t fuck as much as his btd colleagues, so it takes a lot more time for him to warm up to the idea and likes to know he’s doing a good job for a little virgin eldritch horror. Praise him and tell him how good he is for you, even if he isn’t particularly horny he’ll jack hammer into you like theres no tomorrow, he likes knowing hes quite literally the only one who can do it for you

Hes really paranoid about the noise, as much as he loves the noises you make, he’s still too paranoid to just let you openly, chances are he’ll either hold his huge hand over the bottom half of your face to muffle the sounds, or just duct tape your mouth. He cant lie the way you look at him so helplessly turns him on

He definitely takes advantage of kinks like degradation, choking etc, he’s likes feeling like he’s above you, literally and figuratively, when I say choke I mean till youre on the verge of passing out.

This man will grip your throat till the skin around it is purple, if you ask him to do it to you on a day hes particularly high he might accidentally kill you.

If youre into this man its preferable you become well acquainted with the river and its sole inhabitant. This applies to not just sex but him generally

He definitely likes to have sex while he’s high, he wont be the only one of course, he makes sure to give you a fat hit of whatever hes taking it manages to mellow him out enough so you can experience the closest thing to soft sex. He doesnt duct tape your mouth, and he might actually kiss you

if hes high he feels like he needs to overstimulate you, he needs to show you how much he appreciates not being alone anymore, if you’re crying because of the feeling he relishes slowing down his pace, leaning down to your face, and licking your tears away, all with his dead eyes staring at you

[andaniellight]

you're one of the most memorable authors that i liked back in my jujutsu kaisen phase and knowing you're currently into one piece now as a multishipper and i'm actually this 👌🏻 close to have a ship in one piece as well (possibly zolu or zosan tbh) thanks to you, do you ship anyone with anyone else in one piece? if there aren't, can i know your headcanons towards the one piece ships that you ship?

HI ! HELLO ! ! !

Oh, shit, "one of the most memorable authors"? Where did that come from! Genuinely, what a title. Either way, I'm honored tho, thank you so much :D Forever grateful that people letting me know they liked my stuff, so I hope you enjoyed your stay in this shit show of mine (assuming you must've been following me since, what, 1 year ago? 2 years ago?) !!! I truly thank you for giving all of my stories a chance back in JJK phase <3 and sorry if they ever broke your heart......

Now, for other ships in One Piece beside ZoLu and ZoSan (and please keep in mind that that means I also ship ZoLuSan ok HAHAH), I'll have to warn you first that this answer will wander every where since my thoughts are all over the place.

I really like Frobin's dynamics (Franky & Robin). I love them as much as I love Nami and Vivi's dynamics. Thanks to that particular scene where Robin turned into a literal angel growing a pair of wings to save Franky from falling, I guess? Also realized that Frobin is basically a ship of 'a character who has/grew up with siblings x a character who's an only child' something something. And, I know, as I write this down, a lot of people would think that 'oh what a cheap reason to ship characters like that', but I do have the tendencies of shipping characters in critical moments (?)

Or, if I'm allowed to summarize it, my One Piece ships are basically a bunch of "a character with a very specific and precise personal dream to achieve that they don't really think it might effect the others so greatly so long they get to experience a life of their own and feel truly alive" x "a character whose dream is to 'serve' other people because they know they're capable and are willing to go the extra miles to prove that it is such the greatest ability to have"

That's how I started shipping ZoLu in the first place anyway; in a huge critical moment that had a lifechanging impact. Luffy shielding Zoro from bullets on a whim on their first meeting with 0 hesitation not only because he could do it without dying but also he knew Zoro would suffer further in the most unfair way (because bullets hurt normal human, okay? AND ZORO WAS TIED DEFENSELESS) WHICH THEN turns into Zoro repaying that to Luffy right away but still he stayed by his side, even decided to devote his life for this silly lil guy who just saved him despite knowing Luffy must be a much stronger person than him because of the devil fruit he ate the sheer willpower Luffy has and has shown whenever he announces about this dream to be the king of the pirates (an even more insane dream than Zoro's, and Zoro understood this as well).

The same thing for Nami and Vivi. The build up of their bond in Alabasta was just [chef kiss] MWAH. Postponing each other's priorities to prioritizes the other's needs instead. Nami understood what a grave dread Vivi was feeling for her oppressed country she'd rather die than letting her to feel that even longer, shared sentiments and whatnot, but Vivi feared for Nami's life in the brink of death because of a deadly illness and it's louder and fiercer than anyone could expect. Their backstory are so similar in a way but they did what they had to because of different reasons entirely. This kind of mindset I believe was an offspring or some sort from how they grew up where they had to "betray" their loved ones, by abandoning them temporarily, for the sake of their loved ones' safety.

And for Frobin... Robin used to disregard her life so easily because she has no one else left that she cared about, but now, she has a dream to find the Rio Poneglyph which tells the True History of the One Piece world including the Void Century, continuing the research of her mother Nico Olvia and her old mentor Clover. While Franky on the other hand has a dream to build a ship to go on countless adventures and see that ship reach "Laugh Tale", and this dream of his was based on the discipline of kindness he's built along the people he cared about and still continues to care about despite the distance and everything.

Anyways. Those are pretty much a handful of ships that I ship aside from ZoLu that have, at least, "patterns", and a couple of layers of why-s they're interesting to ship, to me. Unlike ZoSan, which, I basically ship solely based on horny reasons-

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My 2022 AO3 in Review

(List of questions taken from @sarriane)

Total number of completed stories: 17. 15, if working on/planning sequels means a story isn’t completed.

Total word count: About 175k words (since I don’t remember where did the 2021/2022 cut-off occur in TCFM)

Fandoms: Doctor Who and Doctor Who alone. I really do put the O in OTP.

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?: More fics but less fic, if that makes sense: I expected to do another longfic in the autumn, but wrote a lot of one-shots instead.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?: Curator/Shalka!Master. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one…

What's your favorite story of the year?: Time Calling For Me. It was such a relief to finish it and publish it after a year of work!

Did you take any writing risks this year?: Well, does simply publishing my writings count? I haven’t really participated in fandom as an active writer before, mostly lurking in read-only.

Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?: Finish my main WIP at the moment. Write at least one more longfic from those I have planned. Fill the prompt from the D/M Anon Kink Meme that concerns the enthusiastic sexualisation of Crispy!Master. Begin the sequel to Time Calling For Me.

My best story of the year:... This is an unbearable choice to make. I’ll go with Time Calling For Me once more. It was a lot of effort that ended up very much worth it.

My most popular story of the year: Time Calling For Me. A bit of an unfair competition, given that it’s a longfic against a lot of one-shots, but still, it is (and deservedly so!)

Story that was most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: None, I state with pride. The universe had already appreciated me far, far more than I have expected it to when I published my first fic.

Most fun to write: There isn’t a story that wouldn’t be fun to write (or I just wouldn’t have written it), but I’m going to go with Time Calling For Me yet again. Spicing the Key to Time up with the Master is fun.

Single sexiest (or cutest) moment: Prove Piercing Earnest (in its entrety) for sexiest, the epilogue of Time Calling For Me for cutest.

Hardest to write: my current main WIP, which I expected to finish in 3 weeks but only got a half of it in 3 months. I feel like I’ve never done as many rewrites on a fic as I have with this one. (Still, I know it will be worth it. It has to be.)

Biggest disappointment: Devoting less time to writing in the first few months in the year than I would want to.

Biggest surprise: The experience of posting fics and seeing that someone out there actually appreciates and loves them. That’s it.

Favorite lines:

“Your scarf,” the Master croaked in that unique tone of a man who can’t believe a single word he’s hearing, “can bring me back to life.”

The Doctor nodded and reached for another spoonful of peppermint ice cream.

(c) Next to the Skin

“I think you are a fool, Doctor,” [the Master] said. “It’s a new development. Your third self was much more sensible. But you… you completely lack the instinct of self-preservation and the ability to stop. And for that, I am going to take advantage of both these qualities and give you just what you deserve.”

(c) Prove Piercing Earnest

Death, death incarnate. Face so twisted it was hardly still a face, skin like parchment and fingers like claws, pain in every cell of this body, warped before it could fully come to life – death taking life into its arms, dragging it along with itself. Only [the Master’s] eyes stayed the same: danger, burning even through this husk of a shell. Truly the mirrors of the soul.

(c) Your Mind Makes it Real

But that night, the Doctor, the Master and all three thirds of the universe rested well.

(c) Time Calling For Me

2022 was fun! here’s to more writing in 2023...

[crescent14]

The New World

This is an attempt at a continuous story instead of a one-shot. I love Marichat but the show has me fawning over official Adrienette. If you are as impatient about season 6 as I am, you would know why I decided to write my own continuation till the season is released.

This story takes place after the official season 5 finale. The events in Awakening are not canon, so they did not happen in this story either.

AO3

It was finally here! The first day of school. Why was that so special? Because Marinette was finally going to start the school year with no worries about Chloe's harassment, amazing friends, the best bff one could ever ask for, and the most amazing boyfriend in the world.

The summer flew by with no huge problems for the heroes of Paris, and no one knew about Monarch's true identity. Everyone thought Gabriel Agreste lost his life helping Ladybug, but that did not stop the questions regarding Emilie's sudden reappearance. Ladybug made everyone believe that, with his dying breath, M. Agreste wished that his son had someone to care for him. Instead of granting Monarch's wish, the miraculous heard of Gabriel's desire and cured both Nathalie as well as Emilie. She also put a lot of thought around the fact that the person who stole the butterfly miraculous, probably knows Ladybug's identity. With the help of Su Han and the Order of the Guardians, she cast a spell over the world making everyone (except for Alya and the Guardians, and herself) forget the identities of Ladybug and Chat Noir (as a precaution). She deemed it unfair that Luka had to leave his home to keep her own and Chat Noir's identities safe, so she decided to free him of the burden of knowing. The scenario with their class knowing about Bunnix was something she wanted to amend as well, but Alix came out of a burrow to stop her- apparently, she didn't want to have to pretend she wasn't gone for months on end to keep the rabbit miraculous safe from Monarch- and Marinette respected her wishes.

Unfortunately, the Order informed her that the spell could only be cast one time by each Guardian of a Miracle box- meaning they would have to be even more careful about who learnt their secret, lest Marinette was to forget the existence of the miraculous altogether.

Marinette was still on her toes about when the new holder would strike, but all that worry evaporated when she saw him. Those peridot eyes that she could spend an eternity getting lost in, and that megawatt smile paired with that loving gaze he reserved only for her, could make her forget all the anxiety and fear to just be in the moment. When everyone settled into the new reality that Monarch was no longer a threat, Adrien took Marinette to the mansion to officially introduce her to his mother as his girlfriend. Emilie immediately took a liking to the young designer and even threatened to disown Adrien if he ever does anything to mess this up.

Just as Adrien returned to Paris to be with his mother and love, Kagami decided to stay in London to be with Felix. Their memories of telling Marinette the Graham de Vanilly family story are starting to fade with each passing day, but they couldn't care less, for their greatest enemy is no longer a threat. Madame Tsurugi was not happy about her daughter staying away but decided to learn from Gabriel's passing and allow her daughter some free reign.

All-in-all, they had an amazing summer, full of laughter and love, family and friends, and not a purple butterfly in the sky.

The changes in the new world were something to get used to, but they were not bad changes, not in the least. The new school curriculum meant that she and all her friends still be in the same school without having to give up their dreams of the future. With Gabriel out of the way, and Emilie deciding to support her son in whatever he sought to do, Marinette, Alya and Nino decided to take up a new project- help Adrien find a new passion- one he truly enjoyed.

[ahsxual]

This Wasn't Supposed To Happen...

Pairing: Cho Sang-woo x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader and Sang-woo had a one night stand. However, things didn't go as planned... or maybe they did.

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Request: Yes, by @kittyreads4u

Warnings: pregnancy, swearing, mentions of anxiety, probably some grammar errors

Word Count: 1,6k

A/N: Omg guys, I loved writing this so so much!! Thanks for requesting this @kittyreads4u, I hope you enjoy it! Have a nice day my friends, luv y'all <3

You never thought you would end up in this situation: hopeless, frustrated... and pregnant.

It was supposed to be just a lovely night, full of lust and desire between you and Sang-woo, the man who you deeply fell in love with. You didn't know how to tell him: you were too afraid to discover what his reaction would be. Was he going to leave you alone with an innocent baby?? Was he going to support you no matter what and stay by your side? Was he going to ignore you and pretend you never existed? Sang-woo is an unpredictable man, and those terrifying thoughts were what caused your anxiety to take control over you.

"This can't be happening..." you repeated over and over again, wishing nothing more then to wake up from this terrible nightmare. Right now, only you and your positive pregnancy test were the ones who knew about your pregnancy, and you wanted to keep it that way... But you couldn't. You had to tell him: it would be an unfair and imature gesture of you, and it is extremely wrong hiding a child from his own father.

You gripped your positive pregnancy test with such force, that you almost broke the fragile object in two pieces; you were sitting on the hard toilet lid while your head was turned down and your eyes were tightly closed; your cold, yet sweaty hands were on top of each knee of yours, and silence was your only company inside your dark bathroom. You kept thinking about your future nonstop: about your baby, about your radical life change... about creating a life beside your lover's side, who happens to be the father of your child.

Hours had passed and you barely moved from the place you were standing at, your back aching so much and your head feeling like it was going to explode any minute... That's when you realized you couldn’t do this alone and had to do something about it. Right now.

"Hello?" you heard his voice, his sweet, yet deep voice that gives you butterflies every time you hear it. You stood in silence, crying and suffering quietly, but Sang-woo knew better: he knew you better than you knew yourself, so of course he noticed your devastating state. "Y/N, what the hell happened? Did someone hurt you??" he cared about you. He truly did. And by that simple question, a small amount of hope shined through your heart and mind.

"N-no, no one hurt me... I just... need you here... please Sang-woo..." this time, you couldn't hide your fear from him, your voice and loud cries being the heartbreaking proof that you where in your worst state. You didn't hear anything for a few seconds, making you believe that that was the end, when suddenly your heard him once again.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes. Just hold on." and then he hung up. A sight of relief rushed over your body, but you were still far from being relaxed. You hadn't processed yet what you were going to say to him: he didn't even know that you love him, and now you're going to tell him that you are also pregnant of his child?? It was too much to you, and you deeply believed that it would be too much for him as well.

Eight minutes passed when you heard someone knocking desperately on your door. You couldn't wait any longer, so you ran to the front door and opened it as fast as possible, only to see an incredibly worried Sang-woo standing in front of you. His heart broke in million pieces the moment he saw your shocking figure: your hair was disheveled and your eyes were extremely red; your baggy clothes were a sign that you were too upset to even dress nicely to him, and that's when he knew something was really wrong. After what seemed like an eternity, he came to you and hugged you so hard that you could swear he was going to crush all your bones because of his tight embrace. His large chest was really warm, probably because he was running to you, and for a moment you felt like you were in heaven. There is no other place that brings you so much peace and comfort than your secret lover's arms and strong torso. And if you even think about it, that was probably the first time he hugged you... and holy damn, if it wasn't the best feeling you ever felt.

"Come here sweetie, let me help you." he picked you in bridal style before closing your front door with his right foot. You placed your weak arms around his broad shoulders, while your head was placed on the crock of his lightly sweaty neck, which you didn't mind at all. He gently sat on the sofa to not cause you any discomfort, and kept you in the same comfortable position, without saying a single word, until you calmed down. You took this chance to smell his fragrant perfume; the way he breathed so slowly, yet so deeply in order to control himself and stay strong for you; the way he held you on his lap so firmly, like he was terrified of letting you go. All those little details were the ones that made you fell even harder for him, making you question yourself how would you live without him if he choses to leave. All those thoughts invaded your mind over and over again without showing any mercy to your mental health, when you finally heard him mutter something under his breath, in a very low tone.

"Would you mind telling me what happened? And why are you in such pain?" you slowly looked up at him, meeting his eyes for the second time of that cold, dark night, and noticed how your feelings really affected him too, once you saw his teary eyes staring at you, waiting for a honest, straight answer. You got up from your comfy position to think better about your answer, without feeling the pressure of Sang-woo's eyes burning into yours. He felt uncomfortable and a little disappointed the moment he lost your physical touch, but you didn't paid too much attention to that detail. Right now, you had a lot to think about in a very short amount of time, since you couldn't let the tall man besides you suffer in antecipation.

"I'm pregnant." you stated as fast as you could, so this situation could end as soon as possible. Your eyes were closed and your expression was blank, the only possible thing to be heard being the loud and unbearable silence that was installed in the living room. You didn't dare to look at Sang-Woo, too afraid to see his reaction towards such a delicate situation. Minutes passed by and nothing changed: your anxiety started to grow up inside you at a fast pace, while it consumed the remaining energy you had left inside your body. But before you could cry, you felt a pair of big, strong hands grabbing your face in place. You jumped at the sudden and unexpected physical contact, making you have no other choice than to look up at him. When you opened your eyes, you saw a silent crying Sang-woo with wide-open red eyes looking at your owns, looking like he was trying to find your sweet, peaceful soul back. You glared at him in return with burning eyes, noticing how hard he was bitting his dry lips while painfully clenching his jaw, so he could hold his cries and remain strong for you.

"You know what?" he started, his voice trembling more than he expected. "I know exactly what you are thinking about. And I can't decide what hurts me the most: seeing you hurt, or the fact that you dared to think for a single fucking second that I would leave you alone with our child." this isn't the Sang-woo others knew: he is a selfish, rude and cold-hearted man in everyone's eyes, but for you... he was nothing but the most caring and protective man you have ever been with. You felt ashamed for him to discovered the truth: how could you forget that he was such a intelligent and insightful man? But none of that mattered now: suddenly, you started crying harder, but this time from pure relief and hope.

"I'm so sorry Sang-Woo, I was so fucking scared to lose you... I love you with all my forces and the truth is that I can't stand the thought of living a happy life without you... I loved you for such a long time, yet I never had the courage to confess my love to you... and then this happened. I just freaked out..."

"Don't talk like our son is just a mere accident! We caused that pregnancy, and now we are taking the responsibility of taking that child the better way we know!" his tone was harsh and loud, yet you knew his intentions were good and that he was right. You weakly smiled at him, since you had no energy left to reply to him. He noticed how tired you were, and hugged you one more time before kissing your head with a kiss full of love and respect for you. He didn't say he loved you back yet, but you knew that isn't his love language: his actions speak way louder and mean way more than 3 simple words.

"We are in this together, ok? I would never let you do this alone, never." and that's when you realized that a new phase of your life was about to start... an important phase where your soulmate would be apart of, to comfort and love you until the end of your days, for the rest of your lives.

[petitmimosa]

Third Olympics, 4A history, and retirement.

This is very, very long, I’m sorry. 

It’s been... I can’t even say. A week? I don’t know. I haven’t watched Oly Roncapu and I don’t think I will watch it as a whole. I’ve seen parts of it but for now, I won’t do more than that. A few months ago I started saying I wouldn’t watch Olys, I may even have written it somewhere here at some point, and someone I talk to about FS on twitter had laughed and said “you not watching olys ahahaha yeah right we’ll see about that” but it turned out... I didn’t. I watched the practices, and fate really decided I was going to watch the free because as you may have read the night after the free I turned on the TV and eurosport was RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of Yuzu’s 3A2T which led to waxing poetic about him for a solid minute, greatly appreciated. And I watched Haru Yo Koi because how can I not (will write about this as well because this ex represents so much to me). But other than that? I didn’t watch the men’s competition. Barely watched ladies or pairs, only saw Kaori/Wakaba and Papadakis Cizeron/Sui Han. I’ve grieve these olympic games a long time ago. I think I started grieving them, what they would represent and mean, after Torino. I was there in the stands when they went crazy with the scores and thought, okay, now is your time to grieve this sport as you used to love it and to decide if you want to stick around, why, and lay the background noise to rest. Today I can say I mostly succeeded. So this was me going into these Olympics. Sorry it got long but it felt important for you to know from which side I’m saying all this.

Now, onto Yuzu. Do you remember how he only started talking about a third olympic title after nationals, after being quiet and very much hermitzuru due to injury, when they were harrassing him about it? At Worlds last year, or any other time when given the chance, he would focus on the quad axel. I won’t pretend I know what he thinks deep down but to me, it truly felt like a third olympic title was never in his plans. It became a possibility and as we know Yuzu, he enters a competition to win it but I believe that between a quad axel and an(other) olympic title, he would choose the first one. To me, olys were simply another way to get closer to the quad axel, another chance to try and master it in competition. Nothing more, nothing less. Maybe it’s just me though, maybe I was already so numb that I couldn’t see these olympics as more than “just” another competition (with unbearable media attention, yes), another chance to write 4A into reality. I don’t know. Let me know how you felt going into the individual event :)

What happened in the short was... painful, frustrating, sad. Unfair. That’s why I think, for many, it’s still hard to let it go. When you can blame something or someone, it helps channeling the negative emotions, the anger. When it comes down to bad luck and something so unexpected it leaves you stunned... what you felt then stays with you until you accept the fact that there’s nowhere to put it into but the void, and then you let it go. Without the shadow of a doubt, had he landed the sal, he would’ve been at 112+. Roncapu is too much of a PCs perfection and without the major mistake cap, he would’ve gotten 49+ easily. But even a perfect SP couldn’t have changed the outcome, I want to be very clear on that because it’s the truth. The gold medal was already decided. It was, and I had accepted that a long long time ago, but there was a part of me that still was holding onto silver hope. Eh. C’est la vie :(

The free is really where he let go of all the expectations for an olympic medal, of all the murmurs of the press which made me so proud. I wrote about it right after and I can still remember how choked up I was. Still am, as I’m writing this. He didn’t take the ice to get on the podium. Had he done so, he would’ve put 4lo to open. He did not. He went after 4A. That jump he’s been chasing for 2 years now, the very last of his dream, his ultimate goal. The press and other media can talk (shit) all they want, it’s how the game is played even if it’s dirty and sad, but every skater knows that what he did on the ice means just as much as a title he already has. Even if you explain everything to someone outside of the FS world like I did to a friend, what shines through is the admiration for going after what you want without backing down, without letting the fear of being on the biggest sport stage there is break you, make you crumble. Still today words fail me to express just how much I respect him for what he did. He showed everyone that staying true to yourself was what mattered most to him. We don’t fully understand just how much strength of mind and of character this takes. It’s just... Yeah, it’s incredible.

This is also why that video of him finding out his 4A had been ratified broke me. Like, literally, I burst into tears and I cried and cried and cried for at least 30 minutes I would say. The surprise, the shock, the way his eyes lit up after being so so crushed while talking to other medias because it felt like all his work and sacrifices and pain would never be rewarded or how he was letting the people who cheered for him down... Seeing him react so strongly just... yeah, it broke my heart and mended it at the same time. Because this is what I want for him. For him to realize that while yes, efforts are not rewarded all the time, they are NEVER in vain. He’s been saying it but these olys were, maybe, the very embodiment of that sentence.

And hearing him talk about how, even in defeat, he found happiness, makes me very proud that he managed to do so. He’s still growing, becoming more and more an adult with every hardship that comes his way. I know his interviews bring a lot of mixed emotions but when you take a step back and see every word frm a distance and make all the pieces of his puzzle fit, you realize that through all this, you’re witnessing his growth. And it’s as impressive as perfectly landed quad salchow.

I know it was very difficult for many to see him this down. But I feel like this is how he processes emotions, whether positive or negative. He cried without knowing why after the GPF15 330.43 WR and maybe this is just me projecting because this is how I process emotions too but this is what it felt like to me. Also, let’s not forget that he’d just gotten injured AGAIN, and that it’s the olympic games. Every emotion, the stakes, every single moment is amplified to an unhealthy point so it’s no wonder he crashed down so quickly. It’s human. Yuzu is human at the end of the day, he had a very healthy and human reaction in the face of what he had just been through.

And just... can we take a moment, a minute, to just grasp the reality of what happened. A quadruple axel on the olympic stage. He wrote history, his and the sport’s, yet again while so many were already counting him out. And the troll had the audacity to use the same steps and entry as he did when he was 9 yo. The audacity of this man I swear, he can never do things the simple way. And when I say simple, I mean in a way that will not make the whole fandom go nuts or send people into an emotional crisis. But who am I kidding, it’s Yuzu, he lives for that. Somehow it still doesn’t feel real? A quadruple freaking axel. On an injured ankle. BECAUSE OF COURSE. Without the injury, I am absolutely certain he would’ve landed it without the fall. No one will convince me otherwise, ever. And so, he made history. Because that’s who he is. A history maker. He was born to make history really. I’m just thankful he’s doing so while I’m alive too so I get the chance to witness it all.

Back to the injury... I’ve made my peace a while ago with the fact that he’s always going to be injured at some point now. It’s just how an overworked body responds. It becomes more and more fragile and will break more easily. So while it was fun and cool to have a billion programs at practice, I can’t say I was happy about it. Aggravating an injury like this, I can’t get behind. Pushing the painkiller dosage is just irresponsible I’m sorry. But he’s a grown man and if doing a cocktail practice brought him joy after being down like he was then I can understand why he did so. Doesn’t mean I have to agree. We were all joking about how the madman was at it again, nervous laughter and all, when in reality we were very scared hiw ankle was going to give out anytime. And also, very very selfishly, I got worried it was the final straw that would take him out of Worlds. But that’s just me. I am human too, hehe. Worlds aside, I just hope this new injury doesn’t endangers his body even more given how violent the 4A training has been and will be if he does decide to keep chasing that nightmare of a jump.

Where does that leave us now? Well. I don’t know. And I believe he doesn’t either. He said a lot of contradictory things during these games, creating a lot of anxiety among fans, but I feel like it’s because he truly has no idea of what’s going to happen next. If his ankle recovers and he finds it in him to break his body again and again, he might continue his 4A chase. If he finds it in him to be satisfied with the 4A he put out during his oly free, he might put it to rest and move on to something else. Sometimes I don’t know what that might be since 4A has been the sole reason he’s still there. Lord protect us all he decides now his goal is to be the first man to certify a quint in competition. I’ll be bald before that happens and I have a LOT of hair. I don’t see him in 2026. I’m sorry, but it’s a bit unrealistic. His body will give out before that, 4A or not. I just pray that his body doesn’t make him quit. He deserves to leave on his terms. On a performance he’s found happiness in, and where he feels rewarded at the end.

What I’m about to say will be very controversial and upsetting for a lot of people and I do not wish to upset anyone but I can’t talk about where things are at now without bringing this up. I would be okay if he decided to retire now. It seems that people forget that retiring doesn’t mean he’ll go hide in his room and never come out, or never skate again. It just means he’ll retire from competition. He’ll retire from all the ISU bullshit, from the underscoring, from them trying to diminish what he gives on the ice as it were anything short of pure glory, from the fake rivalry, from the press harrassment... He’ll retire from all this. He will not retire from skating. If competing still brings him joy, then I will support his decision to keep pushing but if he decides that touring Japan with ice shows means more to him now, then please Yuzu, please please please do so. Don’t feel like you HAVE to keep competing for everybody cheering you on and who want to see you win. People just wish for you to be safe, and at peace. 

In the end, I just want him to listen to his body and his heart. It doesn’t matter what I want or what I think is best for him. It also doesn’t mean I won’t be sad when he announces he’s retiring. There will be sadness, and I will grieve all the time we got to enjoy him as a competitor, simply because I don’t know what will come next. And that can be scary. That’s why so many don’t want to see him retire, I believe. Because losing that Grand Prix series routine, the exact dates, the pattern, and entering something new is scary. But we won’t lose him even when he retires. He cares too much about figure skating, about the ice, about the people, to disappear and say farewell. This is the one truth I know in my heart. And it gives me such peace, I hope I’m not alone in this.

So now we wait. We wait for him to assess his ankle, to rest, and to decide what his future is made of. I don’t read online articles, I pay very little attention to what the media say about him so I won’t be exposed to all the speculation that will arise in the few weeks about him retiring, and it’s already started from what I understand. I just know that Yuzu will tell us. Not the press, not NBC, not NHK... it will be Yuzuru.

And I’m not judging anyone who cries thinking about him retiring. You can wish for him to leave this hell behind and be sad about it at the same time. There’s no logic in sadness. It’s okay. I just wish that for all the sadness the eventuality brings you, the joy of knowing he will be free to enter a new chapter of his life at peace with his decision will give you just as much peace in the end.

And no matter what the world has to say about it, he is a legend of this sport. A legend, period. He is Yuzuru Hanyu. No one, no one will ever take this away from him.

[mochikeiji]

Enough For Me

Request: "Congratulations on 1k!!! you deserve it, you’re a really good writer. Can i request prompt 12 “please don’t cry” angst to fluff with yuuta from jjk. thank you, congrats."

12. "please, don't cry."

↠ Pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x Reader

↠ Warning: angst to fluff

↬ Word Count: 1.5k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

When did every thing become so loud?

One minute you were similing. Laughing loud with a hint of the obvious enjoyment masked on your features. Then second you're staring to nowhere but silence greeting you. An expression so dim that the light in your eyes wasn't present as well. Left at the forest training grounds, the others had already gone back to their dorms. You told them you were staying for a bit for extra training when in reality, you were looking for an outlet without anyone witnessing your hour of vulnerability.

Stupid clan and their elders. As disrespectful as it may sound, you understood now why Gojo despises them. Loud it was to the point it deafens your ears; the murmurs of a child cast away from the bloodline because of the mockery it holds. A no good sorcerer was never welcome in families like yours. People would still chew on your head even when you have your backs turned on them. So frustrating it was to shoulder a burden of their devilish gossip and expectations.

At first it was alright. You handled it well. But to the extent where one of the higher ups brought it up during a meeting? How many people know of you and the disappointment you carry?

Gojo had his fist clenched that day. Maki understood you more than anyone, having to be someone who ran away from her clan as well. Inumaki and Panda did their best in comforting you, telling you that humans are weird to drag other humans down when they're the same race. That was just being so entitled, said Panda. You however, convinced your comrades you were fine. You were used to it. And it was fine.

It didn't matter what other's say as long as other's knew you for what you weren't, right?

That doesn't mean you couldn't help but become overwhelmed of the impact they had on you. Like knives forcefully shoved their ways through your heart. The pack of negative energy should've been enough to form a large curse that could take you.

Loud it was indeed. To have so many people shit their way into your life when you only wanted to live yours and not bother theirs.

You gulped down the heavy lump in your throat. Caught up in the fog of profanities from the world. Who were you kidding, you weren't Maki who can handle all this thrown at her. Tumbling and falling, that was all you knew about yourself in your whole life. The nails that grip in your palms pierced through the skin as blood trickles down, no amount of pain could level the amount of pent up emotions you buried in your heart.

Perhaps you've were born in the wrong time and place. If only you were a simple civilian, maybe life wouldn't be so bad. A loving family would be there, instead of the ones that were throwing their unfulfilled dreams to their children and controlling of their destiny.

The look in your mother's eyes will forever haunt you. Looking already as tired as you were, her eyes spoke more emotion than you could ever endure as loveless, empty ones met your teary gaze that very day.

"I only wanted a daughter who could've done so much for me as I've given her life after birth."

Your heart throbs, soon you were down on the dirt covered ground on your knees. The weight of her words colliding in the world you swore was a safe space for you. It shouldn't matter. Not when they've cast you away and yet, no matter what there is, she was still your mother.

And still the pain is as fresh as ever coming from the one you used to call, "family."

As loud as your world was, your cries were louder and clearer this very night. As if with all your might, you wanted to scream from above on how this was truly unfair. Wanting someone— anyone to hear you curse at the world you were forced to live in. It hurts your lungs, it was indeed hard to grasp small bits of oxygen when your insides felt like they were shrinking from the compact.

You wish you could scream at your mother that deep inside you still loved her. Even as a child who never received the motherly love they deserved, you loved her dearly. It was by instincts and the remains of your vision as a baby, being held in someone arms in hushing your cries.

The surface felt so firm unlike you remembered how it was when you were young. Yet the warm embrace felt nostalgic as it shielded you from the cold blistering wind of the night, you find yourself searching against the surface without a care of any danger or anything anymore. You wanted to be comforted for once. To not feel alone.

"Please don't cry."

Small hushes drowned out your sobs, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist while the other pets your head at the outmost caring matter. Curling closer, your hand held the one on top of your head. Taking in the rough texture, but reminding yourself that someone was now here in your time of need. Here after being away most of the times.

"Yeah, it's me." sensing your troubles as he averts his gaze away from you as if he was embarrassed. "I heard what happened. I managed to finish up much just to get here." next to him was the blade he carries around. Probably less hazardous as to why he place it down.

"Yuta.." sobbing as you clutched on the white material he wore. He immediately reverts back to soothing you in your distressed state. Something about the way he holds you only made you tear up more. It broke his heart in pieces to see you hold onto him as if he was the only person left to anchor yourself. And here he thought he had it worse back then, your body language brought this resemblance to the girl he used to hold just as he was doing now.

"Shh, I promise you that none of those words said about you is true."

Easier said, he knew that. It was easy to reassure someone of their thoughts, but it's not that easy to erase. The mind is a wondrous and torturous place to be in. Old memories can be dug out to the surface and you'd still feel the emotion like it just happened yesterday. Oh if you had Yuta's vision of you, you'd believe in his words.

A strong role model like you is exactly the reason why Yuta aims to be the strongest as well. To help people realize that strength isn't found in the words of other human beings, but within yourself. Yes, it's a harsh world we live in. Those who feel lowly amongst themselves would drag those above them. And those who feel the surge of entitlement snarls at those below them.

But no matter who it is that doubts you, and your potentials, there would always be someone behind you, with the glimmer in their eyes, you are their hope and inspiration in some ways.

That is what Yuta murmurs next to your ear, your cries now subsided to focus on his voice. "You're doing great. We've seen it. I've seen it." facing you with his boyish smiles, you wondered how'd this guy who came looking like a ragged mess become someone twinkling brighter than the stars above the night sky. It was contagious, it made you smile so minimal.

"There's that pretty smile." chuckling, he pats your head softly like treating a little kid. Yuta knows deep down that he can't fully resolve the thoughts inside of you— one of these days you'll have these moments again. And it saddens him because he's often away from you. Yet he's breathless at the fact that you're able to hold yourself off with all these tormenting you.

"You're amazing, darling." came out lower than a whisper before his lips closed in with yours. Last time he kissed you boy was he sweating buckets. He wasn't even as bold as now to be able to initiate first and pull you flush against his chest. But the erratic pace of his heart still was the same as ever. The loudness that had clouded you vanished. All you could hear now were pleasant chorus played by the crickets of the night and the wind lacing together throughout the atmosphere.

He promises to do much more with you for the time being. Help you mend the wounds no one can see and assist with the battles you two could only share and understand. One day as he stated before he would walk through the doors of your clan and prove to them that you were the diamond in the rough they've thrown but he's found.

You were his own butterfly. Beautiful to his eyes, you bestowed your wings; and to yours you cannot see but for people to admire.

"Give yourself more credit. You've done so much, my love."

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[sleepysnk]

this was a little something i came up with last night, i love fluffy Eren <3, i hope you all enjoy this little piece.

Moonlit Nights

Pairings: Streamer!Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol usage

The faint smell of alcohol was lingering throughout Eren's room. The clock on his desk read 2:07 a.m. he was doing his usual stream for the night, but his girlfriend decided to join him that night.

Eren had reached yet another milestone, he reached 600k followers on Twitch. It was something that was very unexpected, he had only been streaming on the platform for about a year and a half; he never expected to get that big or maintain a large following. But, he did.

(Y/N) was proud of Eren, she had been there since the beginning; not many girls would stick around when it came to gamer guys. But (Y/N) did, despite any hate from her friends or other people, she stuck by Eren's side through everything. Whether he had one viewer or even ten, she believed he'd do amazing some day.

Eren couldn't ask for a better girlfriend, (Y/N) was sweet, kind, caring, beautiful, everything he could ever want in a girl. He felt so lucky being hers, he never once worried about her leaving him; something Eren never had before.

Tonight, the two decided to celebrate the milestone. They both decided to play a drinking game with Eren's fans, and of course, they were excited to see (Y/N). His fans absolutely adored her presence.

The two had been streaming since midnight, at first, Eren talked with his fans about the milestone and thanked them for everything they have done for him. He played a few games while he was at it, then once 1 a.m. hit, the drinking game had started.

It was simply just shots, nothing too crazy.

Eren wasn't exactly very drunk, (Y/N) on the other hand, was fully wasted. She was giggling at every comment or making fun of Eren, it amused his fans; Eren thought it was super adorable seeing her like that.

"A-And then.. Eren's ass was like – haha – he goes.. '(Y/N) why are you standing like that?' and I completely lose it," she said, giggling a bit.

Eren smiled as she told the story, he had seen her drunk before so it wasn't anything he wasn't used to.

"Yeah, she definitely lost it that day. She's a weirdo in public.." he whispered playfully into the mic.

She slapped his arm, "You asshole! I am not weird! You're just.. annoying!" she replied.

Eren rolled his eyes, "Uh huh.. okay princess.." he leaned over to press a kiss onto her lips. The lingering taste of the alcohol burned his taste buds a bit.

She leaned her head onto his shoulder. "Baby.. you should let me – um uh – play a game sometime! Please?" she asked, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

He looked at her, a smile forming onto his features. "I'd love to baby.. but last time I let you do that you almost died and I had to come save you, remember?" his fingers ran along her cheek.

She pouted, "You're so unfair!"

He chuckled at her cuteness. "You're cute when you're pouty beautiful.." he said, kissing her head.

Eren looked over at the clock, he didn't even realize how much time had gone by; he needed to get (Y/N) to bed. She was drunk and he didn't want her staying up any later than she needed to be, it'd be rude of him.

Eren leaned back, letting out a sigh while he stretched his joints; a few cracks and pops came from them. "Alright guys.. I think I'm going to head out, I gotta get this little lady off to bed," he said, patting (Y/N)'s head.

"What? Nooo! I don't wanna get off babe," she whined.

Eren looked over at her. "Babe you're gonna wake up feeling like shit.. plus it's really late," he crossed his arms over his chest.

She sighed, "Okay fine! Goodnight guys.. you're all sexy! And.. – wait uh um – hot! I meant to say hot!" she smiled at the screen.

Eren waved, "Goodnight everyone! Thank you all for tuning in!"

The chat spammed Eren and (Y/N) with goodnight and goodbye messages. Eren ended the stream and rubbed his tired eyes, he could feel the tiredness in them; the alcohol wasn't helping either.

"Babe do we have to go to bed?" (Y/N) asked, rocking her body along the seat.

He rubbed his temples, "Yes babe, it's late and I don't want you staying up. C'mon, let's lay down," he replied.

(Y/N) tried standing up, but she stumbled a bit; luckily Eren was there to make sure she didn't fall. He lifted her up bridal-style and carried her over to the bed they both shared, he could smell her perfume and a mix of alcohol coming off of her skin. As much as he wanted to shower her, he knew she wouldn't want to. It was also 2 a.m.

"Eren! Where are you going?" she asked, tugging at his hand.

He looked back, "Princess I'm just going to turn off the light.. don't worry," he chuckled.

She watched Eren make his way to the light switch near the door, he flipped the switch, darkness invading into the room. The only light coming from the moonlight that shone into the window, it made her skin look pretty.

Eren climbed into bed beside her, she shifted around, trying to find her boyfriend. "Baby?" she said, tapping his face a few times.

Eren chuckled, "Yes baby?"

She leaned into his embrace. "I'm so happy you're my boyfriend.. I dunno how you don't get tired of me," she replied.

Eren pressed a kiss onto her head. "I'm so happy you're my girlfriend, I could never get tired of you princess," he said, smiling a bit.

His hand found its way to her hair, he began to rub her head; the pad of his thumb caressing her cheek. He could feel her smile against him.

"That feels.. nice.." she said, trailing off a little.

He could faintly see her face in the moonlight, she looked beautiful. Eren always thought her beauty was a plus, she always blew the air out of his lungs whenever she came over dressed up or even in casual clothes.

"I love you princess.. I hope you know that," he whispered.

(Y/N) quietly giggled, "Mmm, I love you more," she replied.

Eren snaked one of his arms around her waist, bringing her body towards his. "Thank you for everything you've done for me.. I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else," he said, caressing her hair.

"Uh huh.." her reply came back tired.

He laughed, "You're tired huh? Well, goodnight beautiful.."

She only hummed, her head burying into his chest. Eren smiled to himself hearing her small snores, it made his heart swell; he truly loved this girl. He didn't want to lose her, ever.

He put his chin onto her head before closing his eyes and falling asleep with (Y/N) in his arms.