#i dont know i barely understand the words that are spoken to me

[albatris]

no new glasses for me today because the BLOOD VESSELS inside my EYES are rupturing (wahoo!) and I have to see a specialist to see if we can stop it getting worse before I get a new prescription

[alpinelogy]

equilibrium

hello, quick something that i wrote just now, too short to put on ao3 so its going here o7. title from maozon- equilibrium

sargebon, 0.8k, fluff without plot

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Logan gets to Austin later than Alex. Much later than Alex. His flight from Miami took off practically as Alex’s own one from London was landing. The few weeks of break before Austin was a blessing for Logan. Kyle's season was already over and Logan admittedly sorely missed being able to go fishing whenever he wanted. Their little trip before the race in May only exacerbated this feeling.

So, where Alex flew in from London with the rest of the team like they usually did, Logan flew in from Miami instead, took a late flight to spend a few last remaining hours on a boat, fishing with Kyle, capturing a few last memories before he had to be in Austin for the race there.

Now, several hours later, he is finally in Austin. Alex somehow managed to arrange for Logan to get the keycard to his hotel room. Logan is infinitely grateful for that, he missed Alex more than he is willing to admit maybe.

He tries to enter the room as quietly as he can but to no avail, the door still clicks, he can still hear the bed sheets rustling, signaling that Alex is still awake. Or that he woke up just now, either option is a possibility.

“Logan?” Alex calls out from the bed. It is half slurred with sleep. It makes Logan smile, a small, little, private thing only reserved for Alex.

Logan discards his luggage near the entrance, drops his bag onto the bench by the shoe shelf, quickly toes off his shoes as well and grabs the first pair of slippers he can see, and walks over to the bed, where Alex, looking very much like he just woke up or tried to stay awake is looking at him, blinking, “I’m here.” He says, still smiling.

From under the covers, one of Alex’s hands reaches out, tangles itself in Logan’s shirt, pulls him closer, almost tugs him fully onto the bed, “Missed you,” Alex whispers. Logan isn't sure if he sounds more asleep than moments ago or not.

“Missed you more,” Logan quips back. It is an old game they play, trying to convince each other of who missed the other more. It is a comfortable routine, one that Logan dearly cherishes.

Alex tugs on his shirt again, his hold on Logan weakening, “Come to bed.” He mumbles out. He is definitely starting to sound more asleep now than before, Logan concludes.

He laughs at that, “I smell of fish and sea salt. And the airplane.” He took a shower after he got off the boat for the last time. The smell of fish is faint but it is there, he knows it will be there, lingering at least in his nostrils, for the next few days most likely, “I need to take a shower.”

Alex lets out something incomprehensible, mumbled, more spoken into the pillow than anywhere else.

To that, Logan laughs again. It is not mocking, both of them know. It is amused but not mocking, more endeared than anything else, “What did you say?”

“I dont care.” Alex repeats, his weak hold on Logan getting even weaker with every word he says, his words now barely there, Logan has to struggle to make them out fully, to understand what is Alex saying.

“Let me at least shower first,” Logan bargains, “I will shower and then I will be right back.” He promises. Alex’s hold on him gets even weaker, it is barely there now. Similarly, where before Logan could maybe believe Alex was actually looking at Logan, now his eyes are fully closed, moment away from falling asleep properly.

“Okay.” Alex finally relents, lets go of Logan fully, “But you will come back.” He would sound threatening if his words were not so mumbled, if Logan did not have to try and figure out what he is trying to say.

“I promise I will be right back.” Logan whispers anyway. It comes out so soft, so raw. He cannot bring himself to care. He leans down and presses a soft, quick kiss to the top of Alex’s head. Alex is by now probably back to fully asleep.

——

When he gets out of the shower, Alex is already fully asleep again. The sight makes something warm curl in Logan's stomach, the knowledge that Alex tried to stay up long enough to see Logan, talk to Logan once he gets to Austin as well. But Alex probably got little to no sleep on his flight, Logan is very aware how little Alex actually sleeps on an airplane, he deserves to actually go to sleep, Logan doesn't need him to stay up, even if it was nice.

He climbs into the bed, tucks himself into Alex’s side, where he belongs. He thinks he can feel Alex’s hold on him get tighter even if only subconsciously. He isn't sure if that could even happen. It doesn't matter, not really, not in the broad strokes anyway. Not now, not here, not when Alex is so impossibly warm next to him.

[aiteanngaelach]

ive been thinking about language a lot recently and doing a lot of studying of my irish grammar books and one thing that is always in the back of my mind no matter what is the grief over not being able to speak my own language, having to learn it in schools and at home, picking up a book in irish and feeling this unassailable choking frustration guilt and grief that i cant understand it at all. i can parse bits and pieces, stray words and phrases, but thats it. watching things on tg4 and not understanding a word and drowning in guilt over it. ive always felt this huge impenetrable wall in my mind separating me from from irish. and the prevailing attitude of most everyone i meet and talk to about irish is that yeah its sad that we got colonised and dont speak it anymore, but its dead and useless and redundant. the goverment puppets its corpse on roadsigns and documents and titles, paying lipservice to this unimaginable violence done to us as people that we cant speak our own language, but does nothing substantial that would actually help. is fearr gaeilge bhriste ná béarla cliste yeah but is there not a need for gaeilge cliste as well? this surrender to inability across the nation is such a disservice to the language and the people who speak it. im not talking about people not having perfect irish and still speaking it, of course not like i barely have any irish myself, im talking about the disrespect given to irish that it doesnt need to learnt and loved, only bastardized. my family have spoken english for a hundred years, irish for thousands of years before that, and even in that english, vestiges of irish have lingered in hiberno english form. irish hovers just out of reach for me, i surround myself with it through music poetry tv books, but i never am fully apart of it. and the thing is, something that im only just realising in recent years, is that (white) english people dont feel this! theyre not assaulted from a very young age by the knowledge this grief and inadequacy and the injustice done to their people. they dont even learn in schools about what they did to us! to every peoples across the world they colonized brutalised and exploited, every culture they massacred and did their very best to erase! they have the luxury of not caring! and thats incomprehensible to me, that people can live in this world free of the inherited grief of history, that they dont have to carry the weight of their families history on their shoulders, dont have to live with the fact that something intrinsic to them has been stolen! i have always felt like something was missing, and i cant even imagine living with a sense of wholeness, but for these colonisers that is their life! they dont have to face consequences for what theyve done to the world, they dont even have to remember! i wish i could speak irish, i wish i didnt have to know the ugly harsh syllables of this language. tá brón an domhain orm

[sanjisblackasswife]

headcanons about the monster trio being jealous? 😏

Monster Trio Being Jealous (SFW/NSFW)

Ft. Sanji, Zoro, Luffy

CW: Ace Spoilers in Luffy, Oral Sex, Semi-public sex, Fingering, Riding, Luffy is OOC again mb, Edging, Overtsimulation

Sanji

SFW

Very fucking annoying

He gets pouty, very clingy, and unnecessarily protective

He doesn’t like seeing men approach you. It’s already an issue when Zoro—-his damn crew mate—who is around you 24/7 but now when you guys go to an island he has to “protect” you from other men as well.

Let’s say you and him were out shopping and he went to look at some food at a vendor beside a boutique you were in. Okay, now let’s say you drop something and a man came to pick it up for you. Sanji sees this because this jackass has a 6th sense of knowing a man is near you and comes in to kick him

“Are you fucking kidding me Sanji..”

“HE WAS TOUCHING YOU!”

“HE WAS PICKING UP A SHIRT I DROPPED! PLUS LOOK AT HIM HE’S LIKE 17?!”

“SO?!”

“I’M IN MY 20s!”

Most of y’all arguments are based on his jealously which is usually the first and only time Sanji is very stubborn with you denying that he is jealous. So what you can do to fix the situation is just shun him for an hour he cracks and apologizes Everytime.

NSFW

You both are heading back to the Sunny from nearly being arrested after Sanji ends up fighting the guy that also happened to be a Marine. When Sanji grabbed your hand suddenly and hit the corner landing you both in a small alleyway.

“San—MMM!”

He began kissing and sucking all over your lips like a true man in need.

The thing about Sanji is he feeds off of knowing he is the only person that can make you feel good, but when he feel challenged

Or moreso jealous

His touches are more desperate , he whines so much in your mouth for reassurance, “Please please tell me im the only man for you.”

It’s almost like his questions are rhetoric because he keeps moving his tongue in your mouth.

“San—!”

Unless you stop him he will prove on his knees to you, by throwing your thigh over his shoulder and suckle on your clit

He nearly cries inside your pussy, licking and telling you how much you mean to him, pleading you don’t leave him, and that he wants to be the only man to make you happy.

“I can only eat this pussy, right? Nobody else..”

You better tell him the truth fast before he fucks you against that alleyway wall.

Luffy

(AU where Ace Lives)

Is not a very jealous person like Sanji or Zoro, but The first time you every experienced it with Luffy was a treat.

You finally met Luffy’s brother Ace and you both hit it off so well. When you seen him again back in Wano it was like you both couldn’t separate from each other.

You had a small past fling with Luffy’s brother and though you both agreed it didn’t mean anything it didn’t stop wither of you from gravitating to the other.

And Luffy noticed this, and it made him unintentionally grumpy. He was more distracted, quiet, and focused on your actions.

Your dumbass don’t notice this, he knew about his brother and your past, but he never really cared until now. Why were you laughing with him so much? Why are you hugging him for so long?

Luffy didnt understand but he had a sudden urge to literally be on your back like a Koala. You and Ace didn’t mind it, yall assumed it was Luffy being Luffy until you grabbed Ace’s hand and your boyfriend slapped it down.

“What’s wrong with you, lil bro?”

“Nothing. I wanna see Y/N real quick.”

Nsfw

“I-i—!?”

“Hm? Why are you suddenly so…touchy with my brother?”

Words wasn’t even able to be spoken correctly out your mouth. You’ve just came and Luffy’s fingers haven’t let up. His thighs spread yours apart in front of your own mirror, his eyes barely visible, but you knew they were dark

“Hey.” Luffy spats out against your ear giving your clit a firm slap, you hiss out of embarrassment seeing your arousal splash against the tip of his fingers. “Look at me, please.”

He kept repeating the question and with each “i dont know” answer was a faster rub against your clit, or an additional finger to scissor you.

It was so odd to see Luffy not as loud as he usually is during sex. He was more focused on making you cum again and again and again mumbling how much better he is at this then anybody else to make you feel good.

“….’fuckin’ mine.”

Was the most you’d hear mumbled and groaned into your sweaty hot neck as he fucked himself into you.

Luffy didn’t even care to acknowledge his jealous behavior after he was done with you. He left to bring back some food to eat beside you as you laid on the bed a cum filled mess after being overstimulated by his fingers, tongue, and dick.

You ask if him he acted the way he did he just smiles at you and shrugs, “I just wanted to show you some love!”

Zoro

SFW

His form of jealously is being a little pissy bitch.

Like Sanji, but he’s passive aggressive towards you.

He will be very in denial about being jealous so don’t even bring it up.

He doesn’t stop acting that way until he gets over it.

Whenever that may be.

He has some issues verbally expressing himself towards you and you knew it before yall started dating so you began to know how to read his body language as a way of communicating with him.

Today must have been an off day though.

All day, absolutely all day you spent your time in the kitchen with sanji, talking with sanji, complimenting sanji. Everything that ero cook was doing you made sure to acknowledge it.

And zoro noticed.

When you finally have some alone time with Zoro he doesn’t even talk to you, just hums and grumbles. You noticed something was wrong but didnt care to ask until he walks over towards you as you’re bent over in the Crows Nest

NSFW

“Does that—fuck—stupid cook fuck you like this too?!”

“N-no!”

It was almost embarrassing how you was pressed against the cold wall, his pace not letting up. It started off so sweet. Him being so needy , kissing you, mumbling incoherent words on your skin and clingy up until he bites your neck.

Zoro manhandles you a bit more, not too much to where you’ll be in actual pain, but he isn’t afraid to move your body around in any position he desires.

“P-please ! Wait! Keep going!”

He lets out an airy chuckle looking down at your lewd damped body on his workout bench, lazily flicking his index finger on your sensitive clit. He has been so mean pulling out to stroke his cock in front of you right before you cum.

He even came on you instead.

You beg and plead at his teasing and edging up until you finally put two and two together when he says,

“Keep going? Like how you kept going back to that stupid ass cook to hang out with all day? Want me to go get him. Show him how much you need some cock?”

You didnt even realize from the beginning he was doing all this out of jealousy. Once you begin to apologize, he starts to feel a liittlllee bad and lets you finally cum on his dick.

Rest assured though, once you wake up out of your boyfriend’s arm you’re ganna give him an earful on him being a jealous baby instead of coming to speak to you about how he actually felt.

[patchoulimademoiselle]

Rule #1 (Part 7) Angst.

Tony Stark (Sugar Daddy) x Reader Insert. 

Warnings: Burglary, Angst, Fluff, Unprotected sex, NSFW 18+, daddy kink, slight alcoholism, the big fat L word (DONT yell at me).

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Listen, I know this took forever and I am so so so so so sorry. Don't hate me?  

(Chapter 7 of the Guns n Glitter series.)

You’re jolted awake, Tony’s hands on your shoulders. He’s standing somewhere to the right of you, the room dark and cold as you bolt awake. You can’t see anything yet, just the outline of his body hovering over you. It scares you, like a nightmare come to life.

“Babe, you need to get up.” His voice is hoarse, desperate almost, and it scares you even more.

“What?” Your instinct is to cling to him, grabbing his arm as you pull yourself to sit up. “Tony, what?”

He takes a deep breath, “I need you to be quiet, we need to leave. There is an intruder in the penthouse.” His words make your stomach drop, your mouth goes dry. “I disabled JARVIS in the house, but I have him on my watch, we have to be quiet if we’re going to get out of here.”

His words go in one ear and out the other, eyes darting across his face as it starts to come into focus. He looks scared. He’s panicking, you have never seen him like this before, and it’s scaring you.

“Y/n, baby, we don’t have time for this.” There is no kindness in his tone, he needs you to snap out of it. “We need to leave. Now. You have to be quiet, do you understand?”

All you can do is nod before he’s pulling you up out of the bed, guiding you towards the bathroom. He doesn’t turn the light on, your hip bone connects with the sink, the only sound that escapes you is a gasp for air.

He grabs your clothes from yesterday off the floor, a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. “Put this on, quickly.”

Your hands tremble, grabbing at the clothes, doing your best to put them on in the dark. The only light in the room comes from his watch, illuminating his face slightly. There’s a map projecting from the screen, you can only imagine it to be the floor plan of the penthouse. “Can you see them?”

The first words you’ve spoken, he looks at you through the hologram, his eyes are dark, blank. You don’t recognize the man standing in front of you. “Yes. I can sneak us out without them knowing if you’re quiet.” Is all he says, looking down to watch you dress, your hands struggling in your panic.

You’re afraid, he can see that now, his harshness dropping at the sight of you. “Baby, I’m sorry.” He grabs at your leggings, holding them out for you to step in, grabbing his arms for support. “But I have to get you out of here, the longer we sit here the smaller our chances of getting out without-“

The sound of glass shattering, too far away to be outside the door, but too close for his liking. “We need to go. Don’t let go of me, don’t make a sound.”

Your leggings snap against your hips as he pulls them up, harshly, grabbing your arm and pulling you out of the bathroom. In your rush to get dressed, you forgot to grab shoes, bare feet padding softly against the cold floor. You can’t see anything, facing his back as he walks towards the bedroom door, turning the knob slowly, light filling the room as he pulls the door open.

You hold your breath, one second passes, two, he pokes his head out, three, then he’s pulling you behind him as he rushes out of the room.

You can see the light from his watch and nothing else as you walk through the lounge, the entire floor is dark, you can hear faint conversation in the distance, it sounds like its coming from kitchen, the opposite direction of where you’re headed.

You wonder how they got in, how they got passed JARVIS’s security systems, how they got inside without Tony knowing.

You gasp, a sharp pain shooting through your foot, Tony freezes, his grip on your arm tightening. He turns to look at you, watching as you step back. It’s then that he realizes that you’re barefoot, that there is glass shattered across the floor.

That dark look returns to his face, he grabs you and picks you up, turning to run towards what you realize is the back elevator.

You didn’t think you were that loud, but the sound of rushing footsteps tell you otherwise, your heart beating in your ears as Tony bangs on the elevator button, a useless attempt at getting it to open faster.

Just as it does, you see a flashlight, two dark figures running at a full sprint towards you, and you brace yourself for the inevitable.

But nothing ever happens, Tony rushes into the elevator, dropping you against the wall and bracing you against it, the door slides closed and the elevator starts to go down.

His breathing is so heavy in your ear, the panic you feel inside is audibly taking over him, his flight or fight taking over as he sandwiches you against the elevator wall. “Are you okay?” He asks, his voice almost failing him.

And as if you both just remember, he pushes back, looking down to your foot. He kneels, his face blank as he grabs you by the ankle, his hand so contrastingly warm to the cold floor you stand on. He props your foot up on his knee, tilting his head to look at the bottom of it. “You’re bleeding. There should be paramedics downstairs.”

You have so many questions, so many things you want to say, but words fail you. The only thing you know is that he got you out. Your Ironman, your superhero.

A tear falls, rolls right off your cheek and onto your foot, catching his attention immediately.

“Oh, no no. Don’t cry. You’re okay.”

He looks up at you, shaking his head, cooing at you as if you were a child. “I don’t know what we’re going to walk into out there. I need you to be strong for me, just until we get you checked out. Okay?”

This didn’t feel right, the peaceful weekend away has turned into a nightmare, and he’s acting like nothing is happening, like he’s used to this, like he has seen this before, seen worse. He is comfortable here, in this panic state, it dawns on you then, that this is nothing compared to what he has actually been through. This night could have been so much worse.

“Okay, but can you hold me, please?” You hate how scared you sound, and you can see the way your voice tugs at him, frowning as he stands to embrace you.

It takes everything in you not to break down and cry, the man holding you has saved you, he has given you everything you know in life, he has faced darkness and hardship that he would never let you discover. Your protector.

The elevator stops, he scoops you up into his arms as the doors open, and the scene that unfolds before you is like a movie. An ambulance, police rushing towards you, EMT’s taking you from his arms as a team of SWAT officers crowd the elevator. It’s loud, cameras flashing as paparazzi crowd the scene.

But Tony is there, watching as you are placed inside of an ambulance, eyes darting to watch your surroundings.

Emergency responders work quickly to check you over, finding the cut on the bottom of your foot. They clean it, the sting of alcohol making you flinch, catching Tony’s attention once again. They bandage your foot, checking that you can walk, that you aren’t concussed before letting Tony take you away from the scene.

He carries you around the side of the building, police creating a barrier between you and the crowd of bystanders. It’s too much, too loud, too bright, the adrenaline from the incident is wearing off. Your tiredness returns as you reach the valet, and it isn’t until he helps you inside of the car, the door closing leaving you alone for a moment, that you take a deep breath, all your emotions flooding you.

And it’s like he can sense it, settling into the drivers seat and offering you his arm to grab. It is all he can do right now, putting the car into drive, and racing down the street. You cling to him, silent tears falling when you reach the airport, letting go for only a moment as he gets out and walks to your side of the car, opening your door and picking you up to carry you onto the jet.

You have never felt like this before, needing him this way. Feeling too scared and helpless, then so safe and secure in his arms. It awakens something in you, a warmth, a tingle in the pit of your stomach that makes you want to throw up.

You realize in this moment- face stained with tears, arms wrapped around his neck as he carries you up the stairs onto the jet, into the bedroom, lights so dim that you barely notice the difference when he turns them off after setting you down on the bed -that you think you feel something for him.

He strips, pushing you back to lay down against the cool sheets, pulling your clothes from you as well. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just lets you curl yourself against him under the sheets. You lay in silence as the jet engine starts, as the jet starts to move and takes flight.

It isn’t until he can feel that you are calmer that he finally speaks, your heart rate slow, your tears have stopped, and your grip on him is a loving embrace, no longer clinging to him for safety.

“This will never happen again.” He says, his voice cold against your hair. “It shouldn’t have happened, I don’t know how it happened, but this will never happen to you again.”

You can feel it in your chest, he means it. But you don’t know what to say, you just hold him closer, listening to the sound of his breathing. He kisses your head, over and over, telling you that you are safe.

You fall asleep that way, safe in his arms, eyes puffy and exhausted from crying. You sleep through the entire flight, not knowing that Tony couldn’t find it in himself to close his eyes.

He couldn’t let himself rest, his mind racing with everything he was going to do to make sure he kept you safe from this day forward. Because it wasn’t just you who was afraid, it wasn’t just you who felt a pain in your chest at the thought of what had happened tonight.

He thought he was going to lose you, he thought that he was going to fail you. You, out of all the people he has protected, all the people he has risked his life for. You were the one he almost let down.

And as you slept in his arms, he whispered a promise into your ear that he would never let you down again, placed soft kisses to your face, as if doing so would erase this event from your mind.

He was careless, cocky, inviting you into a life you knew nothing about, risking your life in the process. He was torn between letting you go to your own home and bringing you back to his. Where you would feel safest, where he would feel safest leaving you.

He beats himself up over it, seeing himself as a cancer, spreading and ruining every good thing around him. He can’t let it happen to you to. He can’t let himself ruin you.

The jet starts to descend, it’s been hours that he has watched you sleep, making sure you’re okay. He feels so guilty, knowing that you will be scared for life. The anxiety of the press, the fear of intruders in her home, her being an innocent bystander in this life he has exposed to her.

You stir in his arms, feeling him there beside you wakes you up in a panic, a reminder of what you just escaped from, a dull throbbing in your foot as you gain consciousness again. You only slept for a few hours, the jet landing jolting you awake. When you turn, Tony is looking down at you, eyes red and tired.

You realize he didn’t sleep at all, watching over you instead.

“Tony-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, “I’m fine. I wanted to make sure you got some sleep.”

And there it is again, that pain in your chest, that tug. But you say nothing, letting him kiss you, again and again. Because tonight could have ended differently, and this moment feels so sacred, a favor from the universe.

“Thank you.” You whisper against his lips. “For protecting me.”

He scoffs, “Did you think I wouldn’t?” His attempt to lighten the mood works, only a little. “I will never let anything happen to you as long as I am alive.”

It is more than a promise, a guarantee, and the severity behind it comforts you, but scares you.

He feels guilty that this happened, feels responsible, and you can see now why he has been so different to you during this entire thing. But again, you say nothing, following his lead as he gets up, putting his clothes back on. This isn’t the time or the place.

You just want to go home.

Another question sitting on your lips as he turns the lights on for you to see, eyes locking for a second. “I’m taking you to my place. I don’t want you to be alone for a while.”

A while is very vague, but in this moment, you don’t question it. How could you? You get up, careful to only apply pressure to the heel of your foot as you get dressed. You feel pampered as he picks you up and carries you off the jet, placing you in the passenger seat of that hot rod car you love so much.

You feel safe, as if you can just wash your hands of what happened and be done with it. But you can see it on his face, the obsession he has developed with how to undo what has happened.

You wait until he settles, his posture relaxed as he drives, music playing softly. You sit up in your seat, leaning over the console to wrap your arms around his neck, placing a wet kiss to his cheek. He smiles, only briefly, as if he were distracted.

“Trapped in your mind palace?” You can’t help but tease, earning another small smile from him.

“I’m afraid I will be for a while.” He admits to you, leaning into your embrace.

“You protected me, we’re okay.” You point out. “I feel much better after sleeping.”

He sighs, “It’s more to it than that, baby.” He says, “It shouldn’t have happened, it’s my job to keep you safe. Always.”

“I am safe.”

“Let me do my job as your man.” His tone is final, dominant, something you’ve only seen come from him in a sexual way. But never like this, never so possessive in a deeper way. But he doesn’t give you time to think about it. “Seeing you like that-“ All he can do is shake his head, and it tugs at your heart.

“But stressing over it doesn’t help me.” You say, trying a different approach. “I want you to be present, I want you to kiss me and comfort me.” A soft smile playing at your lips, “I want you to fuck me like you’re scared of losing me.”

Because as fucked up as it is, that’s what you need. You need him to just hold you, touch you, make you feel okay. You don’t like this version of him, you don’t like him stuck in his head and plotting to destroy the world because you got hurt.

You want him to love on you, to distract you and become lost in you.

He can’t help but laugh, glancing over at you with a sparkle in his eyes, “You’re something else.” You kiss him again. “I will, but I need to make sure you’re okay first.”

And for some reason this response feels better than what you wanted. Its softer, kinder, attentive. A side of him that you don’t see as often as you would like.

You settle back into your seat, reaching to hold his hand instead while he drives you to his house. Everything you brought with you was left behind in your rush to leave, but one night in one of his t-shirts won’t kill you, and something tells you that you won’t have it on for very long anyways.

JARVIS is quick to greet you when the car enters the garage, “My apologies for tonight’s events, Y/n. I was partially disabled during the intrusion, I’m glad to see you are alright.”

You look to Tony, who lets out a huff as he lifts you from the passenger seat. “They hacked JARVIS. This wasn’t a regular break in. Some college wanna be’s can’t just hack my building, no offense,” He kisses your temple as he carries you into the house. “This was backed by someone with resources.”

That scares you a little. You know he has enemies, but you also know he has the best tech to exist to mankind. Or at least he thought, up until tonight. Whoever did this isn’t a group of dumbass robbers looking for a come up. These people were trained, with advanced tech, and an agenda.

“But that’s for me to figure out later.” His shoes squeak as he turns towards the kitchen, sitting you down on the counter. “Right now I have an injured princess who needs pampering.”

The way he says it makes you smile, as if he’s teasing you about it, but you know he wouldn’t let you walk on that foot even if you asked. “A glass of wine before bed?”

“You can have whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He opens the fridge to pull out a bottle for you, something sweet and strong and pink, popping the cork and handing it to you. You don’t need a glass, not tonight. You feel better, your head feels lighter, your body weightless as you sip from the mouth of the bottle, sweet liquid spilling from one corner of your mouth.

You don’t wipe it, watching as his eyes trail it, then lift to your lips, pouty and wet with wine. He kisses you. Softly, slowly, stealing the breath from your lungs, lifting you to push yourself against him. It’s sweet, sensual, exactly what you needed.

But he pulls away, quickly, plucking the bottle from your hand to take a sip for himself. Then his eyes turn a little serious.

“I need you to hear me out before you say no.” He starts, trying to pitch it to you. “This is kind of serious, and as tempting as you look right now, I won’t be able to focus on anything until I get this out.”

Your attempts to relax him and distract him are failing, so you yield, shrinking back as you watch him take a deep breath.

“I don’t want you living in that apartment alone anymore after tonight.” It comes out fast, “The media knows your face, and after what happened tonight it’s not safe for you to be on your own.”

“Tony, they aren’t after me-“

“They weren’t this time. They probably didn’t know you were even with me.” He says, “But now they do. This isn’t a traditional arrangement, but its something, and I’m willing to bet every penny I have that whoever this is would try to exploit it if given the chance.”

He has a good point, it pisses you off.

“It’s just until this blows over, until I can figure out how to get this under wraps.” He runs a hand through his hair, “You’re going to be all over the media for a while, and I don’t know how else to keep you safe.”

“I can’t just stay here,” You huff, “I have class.”

“Like I’m too old to know that zoom exists,” He squints at you, mockingly. “I’m not doing this to punish you I’m trying to protect you. I don’t know what this is, and I can’t let you get hurt again because of me.”

Hearing him say that kills all protest from you. You can only nod, letting him kiss your forehead as he passes the wine bottle back to you.

You take a few deep swigs from it, wishing it were stronger. Wishing it would wipe your mind, and his.

But this is the reality of who he is, there is no running from that. He is an Avenger, a targeted man. A man who puts his life on the line for the fate of the universe, how could you expect him not to do this for you?

“Fine.” It comes out like a whine, bringing a smile back to his face. “Will you take me to bed now?”

Will you fuck me now? Its on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t have to say it. He knows you, inside and out. He knows how to take your worries away, how to put you at ease, how to release your stress and help you relax. He knows how to make you feel wanted. Loved. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

That tug in your chest, that pit in your stomach.

It hits you finally- when he lays you down in his bed for what feels like the millionth time, when he kisses you so softly, so deeply. When he fucks you into the mattress, his hands holding you tightly against him, moaning in your ear, promising you the world -you love him.

You close your eyes, embracing the feeling of it, the pulsing in your ears, the warmth that spreads through you.

You love him.

It scares you, but It feels right. In this moment, legs wrapped around his waist, keeping him close, hands lost in his hair as you kiss him with everything you have, moaning with every thrust he makes inside of you.

It feels so right. So you say it, against your better judgement, against everything you two talked about and agreed on.

“I love you,” Slips from your lips, and the words are swallowed with a kiss in response.

A passion you’ve never known from him before, as if he were trying to claim you, as if he were trying to make your words exist in a physical way. It makes you want to cry, the emotion becoming so overwhelming as he fucks you, bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

It feels so unreal, so perfect, the way he moans into your mouth, a steady rhythm making you bounce against the mattress with every thrust.

He pulls back for a moment, letting you breathe, letting you look him in the eyes when he finally says, “I love you more.”

Your orgasm rips through you, the overstimulation pulling a moan from you that has you digging your nails into his arms, your pussy clenches around him as you struggle through it. He leans down to hold you, keeping his pace and fucking you through it, “Good girl,” he coos in your ear, his teeth grit with restraint, helping you through it, “That’s what you needed?” He kisses your ear, and you can feel yourself squeezing around him. “I love you, pretty girl.”

You moan, feeling him pick up a new rhythm. You can’t help yourself, biting into his shoulder, edging him on. You feel him twitch inside of you, a loud gasp muffled into your hair as he finally lets himself come inside you, and you embrace the feeling of him coming undone in your arms.

Both panting for air, the reality of what just happened starts to set in, and a slight panic overcomes you.

You just broke sugar baby rule number one.

Never fall in love.

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[bitch-butter]

Listen I dont want to sound like im being pushy or rushing anything but i neeeeeeeeeed the next chapter of the webgott modern au you have been posting! I feel like im in a drought!

babe believe me I understand lol i'm certainly being pushy with myself too, unfortunately there's just not enough hours in the day! thankfully I've almost wrapped up the next chapter of rivers that I want to put out before anything else, then after that I'm going back and forth between wrapping up everybody wants to rule the world or pretty on the inside first (since the sequel to that is already started👀).

so believe me I'm writing a ton lol just slow going right now probably until July, but I'm trying to come back to life in the meantime ~

here's a peak since you've been so patient 🖤thank you!

“I guess I just thought that maybe if I did things the way other people seemed like they did them I might feel a little bit less…” David thought out loud, mouth closing even as it stayed open, the word that refused to be spoken stopping any further sounds with the force of its consonants. “I don’t know.”

Joe looked at him for a moment that seemed to stretch out into hours before he pulled his eyes away, glancing out the window at the sky, which looked more and more like rain the longer they idled. Finally, he sighed, smoke tinted, and shook his head, giving David a look that he got the sense he was supposed to know how to interpret. 

“I think you and I need to get something straight,” he said, unerring and yet still reluctant.

Barely holding back a snort of derision, David tilted his head back against the cracked window with a low, aggravated sound. “Oh, God.”

“I’m serious,” Joe went on, giving him an impatient glare as he took an anxious pull on his cig. “If what you’re looking to get out of this - this -” he made an unclear gesture between their two lounging forms, cigarette dangling from his fingers. “This thing is a relationship, or validation, then you can count me out of that.”

David raised a brow at him. “You still want to fuck me?”

“I want to fuck you more than I’ve ever wanted to fuck anyone, that’s not the point,” Joe rebuked, his voice a gravelly rumble with the smoke. “But I don’t want you to get the wrong impression here.”

Humming, David gave him a doubtful look. “I think maybe you should tell yourself that.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“You can say you don’t want to date me but I think you’re full of shit.”

“You need to get your ears checked if you didn’t hear everyone on the planet telling you to stay away from me,” Joe said brusquely. “We can fuck and be friends and that’s cool, but we can’t date each other.”

David shrugged. “Sure.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know you’re serious.”

Joe huffed, rolling his eyes as he took a last drag of the cigarette, foregoing the ashtray and just tossing his spent butt over his shoulder and out the window. “Then stop giving me that smug look like you know what I want better than I do.”

Laughing derisively, David blinked at him, feeling self-assured in the worst way. “You want to date me, you’ll come to that realization in your own time, but you don’t hide it as well as you seem to think you do,” he said obliquely, reaching for his own discarded coffee and taking a bracing sip. 

“You ever meet anyone you didn’t secretly think was dying of love for you?” Joe asked, voice an unamused monotone.

David thought, if anything to pout his face into looking like he was thinking. “Once or twice.”

[lilyeagle]

I made this Fuckass animation last night to ATTEMPT to cope with a bipolar episode but i ended up unfortunately really liking it for the way i portrayed the symbolism, so its also going here

However i dont think the tumblrians will understand so i have to explain. I cannot leave it up to interpretation 💔

Explaining this best i can: i will try to crack jokes to make the mood a bit lighter instead of this being a mopey yap sesh

Alot of you may look at this character combo and wonder what the hell was happening in my head when i made this. I promise there is reason for them, but as a short explanation as to why theyre even in the same room, all of my art is multifandom and consists of a wild crossover i started when i was little. Its my special interest 😛(i also literally cannot think of any art piece that doesn’t involve my special interest. Bear with me)

Buttercup was the very first character i’ve ever grown attached to, starting from a very young age. Like, barely conscious age. Before the day i drank McDonalds sprite with my nose and gained my conciousness

Frida is the most recent in my main cast of characters. Clone high got me through some WILD shit in 2023 and shes really helped me deal with it alot (so has jfk! I just decided to use him as a character before i did frida, as i obviously have seen season 1 first)

Both are alongside either my past self or present self. They find eachother standing across an open space from eachother, their past/present behind them

Past me is meant to represent when i was a little kid. Young, innocent, imaginative, and drawn in ‘crayon’.

Present me is represented with an eyeball for a head and in a very distressed state, because (not to get sappy) at most times my Bipolar makes me feel like ive lost my personality/sense of self entirely, and that i am just sortof watching a tv show when i am living my life and doing things. Nothing feels very Real chat

Despite all of that, present me still contains many of the traits past me did. I am imaginative, i can create, i still love to draw, i still have my love for characters, i am curious, yadda yadda yadda

But back to earlier, buttercup and frida (and the past and present) run into eachother in a seemingly empty mindspace, standing in frint of eachother.

Buttercup stares directly at frida, curious to know how the present is coming along, while frida doesnt make ANY eye contact, knowing that past is following behind buttercup. She doesn’t want to see it because Present cannot come to terms with everything thats happened to her, and past represents a state before it all. Buttercup well. She asks bro idk how to write that part (and also the Question out of buttercup are the Only words that would be spoken through this whole thing)

Theres no response out of frida, cause i wanted to keep her silent 😛 (hush little baby make no sound! ) she just simply moves out of the way to reveal Present

Buttercup isn’t expecting what she sees, and doesn’t know how to feel at first. However, her reaction comes across as negative, the past still innocently standing behind her

Frida ends up finally looking at buttercup and past, and it makes her Eyes pee i mean she Cries. It felt really weird to draw her crying because she doesn’t exactly. Do that. But i needed a way to show despite being alongside the drastically changed version of the past , the present was still very alike to the past in many ways, just like shes heard present deny constantly due to a fogged mindset. She feels sorry for the reaction she thinks she caused Buttercup, an innocent relic of the past, a child, to have

Buttercup thinks about it more watching the Frida in Tears in the corner (across from her) and ultimately realizes the same thing. Its still me. She gives frida a Biiiiig faatttt huuuggg instead of saying anything , and frida is suprised cause she thought buttercup Powerpuff Girl had a negative reaction😛

Present sees this and ALSO realizes for a bit that maybe they are still themself. Their head turns into a flower to represent calming down from the distressed state that will Inevitably come back again, and again, and again

Yeah thats pretty much it, idk. Sorry if this comes across as like cringe or anything, i don’t usually post my personal work a lot because im not usually very confident in it. I just liked the way this one in particular came out

[criticofallthings]

5:37am EST its been a damn hot minute (more like a couple of years prolly) anyway cant sleep wont sleep dont sleep I'm thinking back to a time where seasonal content was interesting with the spoicy lore drops. Also angst because why not since the Guardian x Crow ship cannonically sunk 😩 idk what a title is and no beta test readers so typos & issues abound, dont be a dick if u want me to fix it tho. This one kinda picks up waaaaay down the road from the other one I did about these two???

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"Uldren Sov, Awoken Prince."

"Brother. To the Queen."

The titles fly out with cold dissociation. Crow pauses a moment, unable to meet the Guardian's gaze. He speaks another, vehemently, his voice quaking with furious emotion:

"Murderer."

The Guardian watches, unable to speak words of solace, knowing there is none that they can say. It tears at them, rips into their gut, to see Crow like this...to know they have no right to console him. To know just how fragile this simmering warmth that had hatched between them through the Wrathborn Hunts and Hawkmoon, truly is. The Guardian had reconciled with Crow's past, they know that Crow is not him, the two are different men...but how would Crow feel about it all?

What does it feel like to suddenly know that you have kissed the lips of your past self's killer? To know that body you enjoy waking up next to was once the same body hunting you down for revenge? That the hands that caressed his face so gently this morning, yesterday could have been wrung around his neck until it snapped like dry firewood beneath an axe?

The Guardian is stone, signs of life only showing by the whitening of their knuckles, tightly clenched into fists at their side. Crow shifts awkwardly and the Guardian's heart squeezes, breath hitching as they see Crow slowly turn to look them in the eye. At first his expression was unreadable, but then he spoke, voice low and hissed: darkened by what he felt but did not show.

"And you," his voice trembles with effort, hands moving to gesture at the Guardian "you, YOU knew everything!"

The Guardian takes a half step back, Crow's sudden outburst unexpected and deeply piercing. Hurt lines the corner of the Guardian's eyes and in shame they cannot maintain Crow's burning gaze.

"Just...how could you??" Crow's voice returns to a whisper, trailing into a choked back sob. "You, I-I-how could you...?"

The Guardian raises their head to look at Crow, they see him half extending a hand out to them. Palm upwards, pleading, his face contorting with anger and disgust, grief and wholly heartbroken. When be speaks, its barely above a stuttering whisper:

"I-he, no m-me...I've hurt you so much."

Time trails on, mere seconds but now an eternity. The Guardian can't respond, they dont know what they could do here, if there's anything to be said. Their own lack of words frustrates them and the Guardian can only moreosely return Crow's gaze. He breaks it off and turns his face away, half of it fully obscured in the dark shadows of his hood and the other half sharply illuminated by the Helm's lights.

"I'm sorry."

It was spoken gently, cautiously, as if the Guardian was the one who had been suffering. They take a tentative towards Crow, still trying to find a remedy dor the situation. But before they can begin to speak or draw closer, Crow withdraws.

The coil around the Guardian's heart constricts ever tighter and they find themselves rooted in place once more.

"I...I understand. I don't think I would have told me either." A heavy sigh causes his shoulders to rise and fall, curving inwards, instinctively protective of himself. Crows looks up at the Guardian once again, seemingly shruken and by far the most uncertain the Guardian has ever seen him as.

"I need to get out of here." Crow's voice is slow and trembles slightly, still just barely more than a whisper.

"I'm afraid...of who I used to be." Discomfort and fear linger in his next words and Crow must look away to say them.

"That he'll come back somehow...that somewhere deep inside, you do too."

Crow tugs on his hood, covering his eyes, turning to walk away from the Guardian. They reach out to him, heart racing anxiously, trembling slightly as they realized what Crow was preparing to do.

"I need to get out here. I need to get as far away from her as possible. Somewhere I know my choices are my own."

The Guardian's fingertips barely graze the edges of Crow's cloak as he transmats out. The Helm is woefully quiet as the sounds of the transmat firing fade into the low mechnical background noise of the ship.

"I'm sorry." [please stay]

Without Crow in the Helm, no one is around to hear the Guardian's whispered apology or try to figure out their innermost thoughts. And no one at all would hear their anguished cries.

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

You used to be mine

You used to me mine/he used to be mine I wrote this in like 10 min...so yea

Purse angst writing is like my therapy now lol 18+ just in case mention if fluf just angst.

You used to be mine is a song from the musical waitress but I got that phrase itself got stuck in my head for more than one reason I feel like I should turn it into a song

You used to be mine. We were happy. The little kisses the holding hands the shared laughes and my giggles as you for some god unknown reason tried to tickle me. The spark in your eyes,

You used to be mine.

We used to be awake at night talking. I'd struggle to stay up on days where I was so very tired and I knew you had days that were the same. And you comming back was such a a happy joyus time. From the deep kisses one would think you just came back from war. And in a way you had. Now its a mix of sadness and joy because I diny know if things had mm of you slipping away but still.. id give anything to get them back again because you used to be mine.

I honestly don't know what day things changed I wish I could pinpoint it but I do remeber the day when I went its diffrent. You had flown in and I went to you hurriedly to hug like always like a repeate but you you didnt I barely got a hug it was like something was holding you back like you couldn't smile. I wrote it off to a long day, a bad day pushing everything else in the back of my mind like how you'd still look at me diffrent happier, relaxed even on days you were tired and could barely keep your eyes open. I used to be your source of comfort on days where you were pissed off. But then again you used to be mine.

Things slowly slipped unit was too much for me to bear or too little and I cried I mourned our relationship but it made me wonder if we had one at all was it dead long before I noticed. Did you...did yiu play me was I just some pawn to keep you warm on lonely nights. Your demeanor had changed everything about you had changed. I know people grow but this it was too sudden it was too much. Like it pained you to look at me but I wasnt going to let go without.... without you doing it first no, no I wasnt going to be the one to blame for thr fall because, somewhere one time youreally were I know it in my heart even if my mind is wondering I know you used to be mine.

Holding on my a thread was an overstatement. It was like we were going through the motions that were lifeless zombies dont even fit the bill. But still I loved your presence and I was going to hold on as much as I could for as long as I could. And I did whatever I could.

Because you used to be mine

Maybe you could remember

One day the last day of your visit "hey come on sit doen," you had said with just softness and Monessen such love like you had before I saw the love. For a brief flash I had seen love but there was sadness in your eyes after. I knew it was coming and at least you had t he heart by to do it in person. I know it wasnt only because you were a good person but because I was yours and you used to be mine.

I wasnt going to pretend to be strong and not cry. I did you just held me. You had no words just your arms and a sniffle or two. Yiu had said it was nothing I did. Nothing I could've done better. Or diffrent I had been perfect thst I was perfect. But it just things change. They do he was right he changed.

And thats who my tears were for the man you used to be... the man he used to be. It was like he died I don't know why . But the man in front of me wasn't the one I had a relationship with he wasn't mine. He wasn't my human or my person. He was just something else.

But then there were ds softly spoken barely heard words.. sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so sorry. On repeate diffrrnt mixes of first s third but by hey were there there. He had stayed that night. I'll never understand why. He had left in the morning. He had held me and for a bit it was like it was when he used to be mine

I had woken up and just watched him sleep knowing it would be th last time. Then I had fallen back asleep I had always wondered if he had done the same. Il don't think ill ever have an answer. That morning I had woken before he left but I know he did know. He had bent down moved hair from my face. Whispering as long as the (thought) hd could without "waking" me

"I never wanted to hurt you."

He continues

"You'll see its better for you."

I didnt move a muscle. I needed to know everything

"I live for you. I love you"

He kissed me

"You'll always have my heart."

"I'll always be yours."

I wonder if that man is somewhere still out there alive or if the man he is now is just a holle a shell of mystery, a shell of himself. a puppet of the man who used to be mine

That man I'll always love though the man who used to be mine.

Epilogue: I will never believe that the man never was mine

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[astrophelstella]

Worthy

Genre: One shot, Angst, Hurt/Comfort

"Defeat me, command me to step aside, show me that you are worthier than I to rescue him."

There was a pause. A great silence between them stretched on as the words sunk in to her head. She needed to process them again as something brewed in her chest. It's as if time had stopped.

A snap.

"How dare you."

It was spoken like a whisper, but it could still be heard. There was incredulous belief as she spoke.

Star pupil eyes stared back at her. Slightly taken aback by her words.

"How dare you." In a flash of electro, she moved as lighting, and grabbed his neck.

A loud crack! could be heard as she slammed him into the closest wall. The force of which caused massive damage, leaving cracks behind where his body was thrown into. She kept his deathgrip on his neck, no doubt leaving bruises. Thunder was heard in the distance, reflecting her feelings.

He began choking for air as he looked at her face.

Golden eyes glowed inhumanly at him but the major notice was the unmistakable, unrelenting rage burning in them. As if they were windows to the pits of hell. They no longer looked human. Lumine no longer looked like the righteous Traveler. But something far less human. Less good.

"What gives you the right to say that to me? Bough keeper." She said the last word like a curse. "What gives your the right to judge me? You. Are. A. Blink. In our lives."

Dainsleif had never expected someone like Lumine to regard him with such a look. Or to even have this outburst. There was geo energy trapping his limbs and anemo stealing the breath from his lungs, electro energy sending dangerous sparks close to his face.

“I am his other half! His sword! His sister! The last of kin and the only one who has his safety in mind!" Somehow, she pushes him even further into the wall. Almost histerical in speaking. The pain made him claw at her hand. "He's been by my side since the day I was born. Our bond forged through centuries of traveling through worlds. We've faced wars, gods, extinction- FATE. What makes your measly 500 years of being travel buddies in anyway equal?! You couldn't even save him from the Abyss! Yet you have the audacity, the DELUSION that you could even come between us!?!"

Her companion, Paimon's shrill voice could barely be heard, as she shouted at Lumine to get a hold of herself. But to the blondes, it barely registered. Too caught up in the altercation. They didn't even notice she flew off to get help.

She turned and threw him onto the ground where he gasped air into his burning lungs. The pain on his back stung as he tried to get up but was left hacking for air.

"I understand your-"

She kicked him in the face, sending him back. "YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING!"

His collar was grabbed before he could recover and he was brought face to face with those burning eyes once again. He had the faintest feeling he had crossed a line that no one in Teyvat had managed with the kind hearted Traveler.

"I have the only right. Hear me, Twilight Sword?" Said like an insult again. "I had hoped my brother was only wrong about you, blinded by emotions and circumstance to see you as an enemy. But if this is how you see things... Then I see his point."

She looked like she wanted to kill him.

Fortunately, an interruption.

"Traveler, that's enough." Tighnari, with a scared and horrified Paimon peeking over his shoulder, spoke. He sounded like he was approaching a wounded animal. "Please let him go. I dont know what's going on but you need to calm down."

At the presence of one of her friends, her grip tightened, glancing furiously at him and glaring at Dain, before slacking. Releasing his hold he fell back.

"Leave. Don't show up again."

Another twin had come to hate him.

With Dain gone Tighnari led her back to the camp, as gentle and soothing as he could. With plenty of experience to mitigate the leftover rage she felt. Paimon was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Are you okay to tell me what happened back there?" He asked, carefully, and setting down some incense pots. The scent smelled refreshing. "I've never seen you lose it like that."

She didn't want to at first. But this entire ordeal had left her mind in a mess. She never spoke about her brother’s situation openly and especially her feelings, but she felt like an explosive barrel about to explode. So she told him. What Dainsleif said, her brother’s situation, her history, her reaction.

"He doesn't get to say that." She pressed. There was less anger and more pain. "He doesn't. I was the closest thing to him. I'm the one who's going to bring him home and everything will go back."

Tighnari doesn't say anything as he listens to her. That's when Paimon inevitably speaks up.

"Traveler... you've never lost control before. You can't let what Dain says affect you so much."

Lumine turned away, staring out into the horizon.

"Why did it affect you so much?"

"What? Because he-"

"You have incredible discipline over your emotions. I've seen it during fights, as you battle gods, face atrocities, even during your mission to overthrow the Akademiya. You never had an outburst. Your principles and beliefs are almost unshakable, clearly. If what he said was so wrong, you simply would have told him so." He stared at her back, refusing to see his gaze. "Why lose it over a simple statement. Unless some part of you believes it."

Did I fail him? Should I have woken up sooner? Was I distracted by everything?

What if we both disagree in the end?

"Traveler." A comforting hand on ber shoulder. "You are worthy. You have every right to find your brother again. Whatever doubts you have, they are unfounded."

Are they?

"Tighnari's right. But what made you start thinking you couldn't save your brother..." Paimon trailed off. "Was it what Lesser Lord Kusanali said?"

"Lesser Lord..."

You're brother hails from Teyvat.

Have our fates changed, brother?

She walked away, sword appearing in a flash if light. She needed fight something.

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Note: I changed the original line from the trailer from 'her' to 'him' since this refers to Lumine as Traveler.

Just a short snippet I made. I wished we saw the traveler get more personal like this. The closest thing we got was during the Sumeru quest. Sorry if this is OOC btw, still new to writing for Tighnari and Lumine. I just wanted Traveler to snap for once.

Also, I know there's a possibility that Dain wasn't talking about the abyss sibling when he said that line in the Travail trailer. But I wrote this wondering what the Traveler's reaction would be if it was. Bc the AUDACITY OF THIS TWINK-

[yuri-for-businesswomen]

I honestly wouldn't be complaining about Europeans so much if it weren't for the fact that I've been drowning in European hypocrisy nearly on a daily basis for more than half a decade now.

But most of my classmates are from mainland European countries like France, Belgium, Germany, Poland, or Sweden, and then there's the Icelanders I work with. And half the time when I say I'm from the U.S. they immediately make some really inappropriate remark like "haha at least I'm not from bang bang shooty gun land, I'm from a REAL country that has healthcare and gun control 🤣" with no regard for how rude and deranged that is to say to someone they barely know.

And I always get the feeling that they expect me to start self flagellating and going "haha yes you're so right!! I'm from the country of inbred hillbillies and we all willfully choose to go without healthcare and to die in school shootings because we're such dumb backwards hillbillies! 😌" Because they always look a little shocked when I don't do that and actually push back or even tell them they're being rude.

And the thing is I've spoken with other Americans who live in Northern or Western Europe, and they've all had similar experiences.

And often the same exact Europeans who do this will later say the most nauseatingly racist/xenophobic/ECT. remarks and expect me to still see them as superior and more progressive.

I would be very happy to stay in my own lane and not say a word on European racism and xenophobia. But the hypocrisy I drown in every day is driving me insane and if I stay quiet I'll fucking lose it.

ah i see maybe i misunderstood. it was about how europeans talk about the usa, not about others? to be fair as a german when i was meeting foreigners from the uk or australia for example they would make nazi/hitler jokes to me as well sometimes. didnt find it appropriate or liked it either but i think thats just different levels of sensitivity. i wouldnt think its racist/xenophobic because westerners joking about westerners even if its bad/insensitive/inappropriate jokes is not kicking downwards (the hitler jokes are often mocking the holocaust though which is blatantly antisemitic). but i understand where you are coming from now.

generally i think that usamericans are the most adament about political correctness, and that yall dont deal well with bluntness. i agree though its very inappropriate to mock someone for their countries lack of healthcare or gun violence. i think it has kind of become a „meme“ online as well to slam school shootings into any usamerican persons face. thats not okay. i think many are sick of usamerican hegemony and falsely think its okay to attack usamericans for it when you are also suffering from usamerican politics. so yeah i wouldnt say europeans have more (or less) issues with xenophobia and racism than the usa and canada but its possible some people are more blatant and blunt with it here.

also, the european union (which is not all of europe) is self-advertising as this progressive and peaceful organisation when they spend billions to let people drown in the ocean who just want a better life, for example, and people who are either centrist or apolitical believe this shit, and think they live in progressiveland without reflecting on their own biases. the right-wing is very critical of the european union and want it gone, and theyre the most unhinged when it comes to racism. and i think the european left is just very usa-critical, which i could see leading to misguided comments.

[like-wuatafauq]

Trueee trusting people can be super hard especially when you've been hurt multiple times before. It's okay to be cautious and take your time letting people in. The ones who are meant to be in your life will understand and be patient with you :)

Also omg your native language is Spanish? That's so cool!!! I find that language to be really romantic

And don't worry too much about the English stuff. Being fluent doesn't mean you have to know every single word perfectly. Mixing up phrases happens to everyone, native speaker or not. Do you have a preference between the two or do you feel equally comfortable in both?

One time I was chatting with this British person and I was completely lost 'cuz they were talking so fast and their accent was so thick I could barely understand a word 😵‍💫

I straight up just left from the call without saying anything... HAHAHA

Thank gosh it was a group thing so they probs didn't even notice I was gone 😭

Oh and my pride month plans they're basically just to make more queer friends online and maybe chat more with my irl queer friends too. Tbh there's not a whole lot going on around here. I've never actually been to one of those big pride parades. Have you?

Also what's your pride month plan? ^_^

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Awe thank you :,) and I've been told I sound kinder in spanish or that I seem like a different person but I don't do it on purpose🥲 so idk what they mean but also even though I think it be romantic too, I've never used it on someone. As in I've never been with someone who I've spoken sweetly to in spanish not even my ex I was with almost 4 yrs, plus i didn't want to lol, i dont think i had that much chemistry with her to bring that out of me. Plus she wouldn't even let me play mexican music, honestly I never used my spanish around her unless I was translating, it genuinely made me sad cuz if I translated or spoke more in spanish to my family then my accent would stick she would say "why do you sound like that now, you didnt sound like that" and id say i cant help it if im switching my brain back and forth so I kinda just stfu now lol or I try to focus when I switch back

But yeah i prefer spanish and I think I'm slightly better at writing,speaking and word knowledge in spanish plus when I feel things strongly i genuinely have a hard time saying it in english so if i dont end up saying it in spanish i just get quiet. or if I get high or drunk I might completely forget I'm supposed to speak English I've done it to my bestie lmao 💀

Also lmaoooo you being like nvm and then leaving is funny af I should do that more often instead of pretending ik what the fuck they say.

Those sound like good pride month plans!! I need to see if there is events near me I know in the city there is but it's like 2 hrs away and about 3 to get to the major one where I think they have pride parade there too. Yes I've been but only once. I might just focus on at home things this month tho I'm currently out of the country 😅

[sirswooshnoodles]

The thing is I really dont want to believe that white ppl are inherently racist but every i see white ppl like u justify their racism I find it difficult to say that its not true. Clearly you didn't watch or process the video if u think that the only problem with using AAVE is using it incorrectly. AAVE is not a language its a dialect and one of the main reasons that it exists is because of decades if not centuries of segregation. The reason white white ppl and black ppl from the same area might speak differently is because of legally mandated segregation that mandated that black and white ppl live separately. These policies were always at the expense of black ppl and many of them still exist today in the form of redlining and discriminatory housing policies. White ppl forced black ppl to live on the outskirts of society and they continue to do so and thats how segregation. One of the results of this is black ppl having their own dialects in different regions. Black Americans have had so much stolen from us and AAVE is one of few ways that we retain our culture and identity. I am Black and dont use AAVE i am not from somewhere that AAVE is spoken and it literally only takes the bare minimum amount of empathy to realize why that might be wrong and appropriative.

Like I'm really trying to give u the benefit of the doubt here and hope that explaining things might help you understand why using AAVE as a nonblack person is racist but at the end of the day I know that the majority of white ppl will go out of their way to be racist no matter what and that that is just the world we live in. It makes me sad and disheartens me but there often seems to be little that i can do to change it. But please prove me wrong by just taking a minute to educate yourself and use some empathy and understand why an oppressed marginalized group might not want you using a part of their culture just because you think that it sounds cool.

I can understand not wanting anything else taken from you/them, but I just don’t see how using words is stealing?

Genuinely not sure how using a word that isn’t a slur or otherwise negative or demeaning is inherently racist.

I can see how it might upset some people but that’s not the same as it doing actual harm. Like, I’m not making fun of anyone or demeaning anyone, nor am I making money or another form of profit off of someone else’s culture, so I struggle to see how it’s bad or inherently racist.

I sometimes wish I could give some racist people out there a taste of their own medicine. Oppression, because of racism or any other reason, is awful. There is no justification for any form of racism or oppression.

But again, even after this explanation, which was a bit more like a history lesson, I still can’t see how using words that aren’t bad or hurtful in and of themselves is bad.

I’m very sorry if I’m hurting you, but I don’t see how what I’m doing/saying is harmful.

Also sorry my posts are so long I’m not sure how to put it more concisely.

[loversj0y]

i dont smoke

pairing: c!wilbur x reader (no use of y/n)

summary: reminiscing while smoking - the habit wilbur stopped and started.

tws: smoking, toxic partners, burning someone with a cigarette, fighting, abuse, cursing, mentions of war and insanity, mentions of bombings, blood, death. let me know if i forgot anything

author's note: hey, this is basically a pure angst song fic. this entire thing was inspired by the song i dont smoke by mitski. listening to the song is really important to understand the vibe i think. my favorite version of the song is the audiotree live version but you can also listen to the regular version. this takes place shortly after wilbur dies in l'manberg. this also becomes very tommy heavy at the end bc i love him. anyway, blame @lyssys for this actually being posted.

word count: 3.5k

“I thought you quit smoking.” 

The last five words Tommy had spoken to me flickered back into my brain as I took a slow inhale of my cigarette. The habit was a nasty one. I knew it was. But it brought me back. Back to him. 

“Careful- careful! You don’t want to burn yourself!” Wilbur laughed at me as I narrowly avoided burning my finger with the match. 

We were young still. Back before any concepts of war concerned either of us. When the most dangerous thing we could really do was have fun. 

I remember laughing back at him and blowing smoke in his face. 

“Oh, please, you know I'll be fine. I'm stronger than you seem to give me credit for.” (I wish I could still live in a time where that was a playful brag and not a war-starting taunt.)

When he’d looked back at me that day, I knew he’d ruin the world for me somehow. Our lips connected in the type of kiss that only at-risk young adults really know how to perfect, the scent of ash and smoke entangled with our lips and hair in the days before it meant an oncoming death. 

Still, here I sat. Against the rubble of a city we’d once built and loved together. The dust hasn't fully settled around L’Manburg yet, and I honestly wonder if it ever truly will. The rubble echoed with memories of Wilbur and I, and as I released the smoke in my lungs, I tasted him on me. Wilbur always tried to quit, and he always did, until he didn’t. Until –

“You really should take a break, you know,'' I grinned slightly as I walked over to where Wilbur had stationed himself – a tiny corner of L’Manberg we used to use for alone time, or to watch the sunset with Tommy. 

He looked up at me for barely a second before looking back at his maps and pages, “I will, I will. i’m finishing up now.”

I sat next to him, starting to stack the pages he wasn’t using, “Mm-hmm. sure you were, love.” I leaned my head on his shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to it, the only light illuminating us being the small lantern at his side. I closed my eyes for a moment, slowly taking a deep breath. 

“You smoked.” I said simply. 

He looked up at me, a deer caught in headlights. He stammered for a moment before just sighing out a soft “yeah.”

“What's up, love? You were doing so good,” I frowned lightly, holding him a bit closer. 

He pulled the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, sighing softly, “I know. It’s just- it’s the stress. Everyone is expecting me to have everything together and to lead them in this war, and I don’t even know what I’m doing here anymore, I'm scared I'm going to fail everyone. And I'm scared for everyone fighting for us because they have lives, and they could lose them over what could be a fruitless cause. And I’m scared for Tommy, he’s not great at fighting, and I'm scared they’re going to target him because of it. And I'm scared for you, because I love you too much to be able to lose you, but if they know how much I love you, they will target you. Are you sure you won’t let me ship you and Tommy off until after the war?” He let out a deep breath after his rant, and he looked almost deflated, as the relief lifted from his chest. 

I grabbed his hand gently, squeezing it three times, “I’m sure. I’m not letting you risk your life for our home alone. I love you too much to be able to lose you too. We take this risk together. As for everything else, I can watch over Tommy when the time comes. And everyone knows their lives are at stake. They believe in this cause, Wilbur. We all do,” I gently brushed some hair from his face, “and you don’t need to have all the answers. The people wouldn’t let you lead if they didn’t trust you, so as long as you are doing what you think is best, you’re not failing anyone.” I brought my hand up, lightly cupping his cheek. 

He set his papers down, fully leaning his face into my hand. 

“Thank you,” he whispered, softly kissing my palm. My only reply was a gentle kiss. We stayed there together, basking in moonlight with my arms wrapped around his waist as I held him. After a few moments, I spoke up softly, “you know, since we quit together, if you get a cheat cig, I think I get one too.” 

He laughed, looking down at me like I was joking. Until I grabbed the pack, standing quickly and running. Then, he tried to look mad, but the grin and playful glint in his eyes couldn’t be beat. He stood, running after me. Due to his height, he caught me quickly, arms wrapping around my waist as he lifted me. We were both laughing and out of breath, and he took the pack from my hands, tossing it somewhere behind him. He kept his arms around me, peppering kisses on my shoulders. 

He panted slightly for a moment, taking a deep breath and turning me to face him. He gently cupped my cheek, “you’re going to be the death of me, darling.” He leaned in, gently kissing me under the pale glow of the moon and the lanterns. 

If only we’d known how truthful he had actually been that day. That was my second favorite day throughout the war, other than the day we’d won. The war had been tough and draining and traumatizing, but despite all of that, I got Wilbur to laugh. His laugh was probably the thing I missed the most about him. His real laugh, though. Not the laugh he’d developed after all the trauma really began to affect him. The laugh from the day I knew I'd be his forever. 

“Come on! hurry!“ Wilbur yelled at me from in the water, “it’s almost midnight!” 

It was freezing, first of all. Both my feet stayed planted in the frigid water of the lake. L’Manburg was a newly formed area, a place where we felt free and happy. It was just the people we loved and felt free with. And, at midnight, it was my birthday. Hence Wilbur wanting to swim in the lake at midnight. I started to slowly move in deeper as Wilbur continued to yell at me to come in deeper. After I was about hip deep, I looked around to find Wilbur only for him to be… gone. I looked around in a bit of a panic before I felt myself being dragged down, gasping and inhaling way more lake water than a person should ever truly inhale. 

When I broke through to the surface, I waded with my feet as I coughed, trying to expel the water from my lungs. Wilbur came up behind me, gently rubbing my back and trying to ensure I was okay. I turned to him, splashing him once I was no longer drowning internally. 

“You ass!” 

He laughed, the kind of laugh that could make a person fall out of their seat. Wilbur had a laugh that could brighten a room. A laugh that made me feel like everything was going to be alright. He wrapped his arms around me, softly kissing me, apologizing once he pulled away. 

I just sighed, a soft smile on my face. I leaned my head onto his chest, holding onto him as we waded in the water. He rubbed my back softly, kissing the top of my head. 

“There's a reason I brought you all the way out here, you know.” 

I pulled away slightly, looking up at him, “Wilbur, are you about to kill me on my birthday so I have an even life?” 

He laughed, and I felt my heart warm at the sound, “no, no, though that would be fairly poetic. You’ll see what I mean soon.” 

I just nodded softly. I trusted him. With my everything. 

After a few minutes of holding each other close, I could hear a bell ring back by our home. Midnight. Wilbur pulled away from our hug to wrap an arm around my waist and stand next to me. 

“Happy birthday, love,” he spoke softly, and not a moment later, an explosion sounded, and the sky filled with any color you could think of. Bright purples, blues, yellows, greens, reds all filled the sky, and I gasped as the fireworks filled the sky. I held onto him as we watched the sky light up, and once it finally ended, I looked back up at Wilbur, “did you do this?”

He grinned softly, “I had some help.” I heard yells of “happy birthday” coming from the shoreline where Tommy and Tubbo both stood, waving wildly. I just laughed, looking back at Wilbur and placing a soft and meaningful kiss on his lips. 

“Thank you so much.”

“Hey, that’s not everything. I've got more at home,” he grinned at me, and I felt my heart flutter as he said home. He started swimming, and I swam after him, the only light surrounding us being the light drifting down from the moon in between the trees surrounding us. 

We made it back home quickly and separated only to get changed. I was dressed first, shockingly enough, so I went outside for a quick smoke. I leaned against the back wall of our house, a soft smile on my face as I stood in the cool night air. I felt so lucky. This was before the days of war were imminent. when we could still breathe the air at night without having to listen for the nearby crunching of leaves.

I heard Wilbur coming downstairs, and a moment later, the door opened. I knew he was with me once I felt his arms snake around my waist and the scent of smoke, old books, and a hint of musk. I leaned back into him as he kissed the side of my head and spoke softly. 

“You were meant for me, darling.” he reached a hand up, grabbing the cigarette from me to take a hit. He turned my face towards his, leaning in slowly before blowing the smoke into my mouth. I inhaled deeply, letting my eyes slip closed. He grinned softly, pecking me on the lips after.

We shared the last of the cigarette together, and only after did he pull away from me. He gently grabbed my hands, smiling softly and kissing my forehead. 

“I love you, dear. Happy birthday,” he whispered, gently slipping a ring onto my finger. I looked down and gasped softly. It was delicate and simple and absolutely beautiful. 

“What is this?”

“A promise,” he said, gently kissing my hand. “We've got our whole lives ahead of us. But I want to spend the rest of mine with you. And while I think things in the world are too tense for us to be able to be engaged, let alone married, I want to ensure that we have each other until the end of the line.” 

I leaned forward, kissing him softly before pressing our foreheads together, “as long as you promise to never leave me alone and wondering where you’ve run off to,” after he nodded with a grin, I spoke softly, “til the end of the line.”

I didn't see that he had a matching ring attached to a chain around his neck, nestled under his shirt. Or that it was always there. I only learned about it when the chain and ring were delivered at my feet by phil, the scent of blood and TNT still laced into it. 

Now both adorn my body. The ring around my neck and the ring around my finger, both engraved with initials and that same phrase. until the end of the line. I fiddled with the widower’s ring on my neck for a moment, pressing it into my collar to feel it imprinting onto a small circular scar there. He at least did make true to that promise. He was with me until the end of his line. I took another deep inhale. Every taste of the cigarette brought up memories of him. The end of his line. It was rough as we got towards the end. In hindsight, maybe I could've helped. Noticed the signs earlier. But with everything happening, the constant state of fight or flight, we did end up balancing each other out. Just in the worst ways. 

“Well, maybe, if you weren’t so fucking incompetent, Tommy, the plan would’ve actually worked!'' Wilbur's yell rang throughout the ravine in our makeshift home of Pogtopia. Wilbur had been acting strange, though we all had. The stress and fear in our bodies at all times, keeping us constantly on guard, constantly trying to figure out the next move. Like trying to fight a war with no army. However, seeing the look on Tommy's face as his big brother berated him? That was the final straw for me. 

I grabbed Wilbur by the arm, pulling him into the room we shared. I locked the door behind us, not that it would do much to conceal the sounds I knew were about to be unleashed. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Wil? Do you have some subconscious need to push away and hurt those that love you?!” I yelled. Maybe I shouldn’t have. But the anger in my chest softened the guilt. 

He muttered to himself under his breath – something he’d been doing more often recently – before looking up at me, “this doesn’t concern you. Tommy needs to improve. He just needs someone to be tough on him.” Wilbur went to walk away, and in my rage, I retaliated. 

I grabbed the collar of his sweater, pushing him against the wall. 

“Wilbur fucking Soot. You listen to me right now because I’m not going to say this again. Do you think I’m a fucking idiot? I know how much you’ve been hurting Tommy, and I don't know what sick delusion you’re living out right now, but listen close because if you don’t you will lose me. If you need to be mean, be mean to me. Not fucking Tommy. I can take it, I can put it inside of me and keep it there, I am stronger than you give me credit for. If you need to hurt something, you hurt me. If I see you even lay a fucking finger on Tommy, I will turn you in to Schlatt personally. You got that?” I was seething, and he looked barely affected. Instead of a reply, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. I didn't move, waiting for my answer. After taking a long drag, he pressed the lit end of the cigarette to my collar bone. I flinched ever so slightly, but I refused to move. “I know that hurts you, darling, you don’t have to lie to me,” he laughed — something dark and menacing these days. 

“It feels fantastic. The burn is good as long as it means you’re keeping it on me, not Tommy.” 

He hummed softly, taking another hit from the cigarette and blowing it in my face. 

“Fine,” he acquiesced finally, and I released his collar. He straightened himself out, grabbing my arm. He leaned against my arm for a moment, and I held him up as the rage slowly left my body. We both took a few deep breaths, and I cleared my throat, sore from the yelling. He then grabbed my face, turning it towards him. He blew smoke into my mouth before kissing me roughly. Once he pulled away, he looked at me with a sick grin. 

“You’re lucky that I love you.”

Maybe if I had been kinder in those days, things would’ve been different. If I had been there to keep him from falling into full delusion. To keep him from bombing the city we’d built together to hopefully live our lives in, have a family one day. But as I sat in this little corner of the rubble, reminiscing, I couldn't find it in me to feel anything. Wilbur sucked out the life in me and snuffed me out, and yet I loved him. This corner of the city where we’d one day hoped to put an altar and have our wedding. This corner is where Tommy and I had our last conversation. We’d sat in this very spot many times. I couldn't remember when this spot had changed from our secret place to screw around into a war conference space, where Wilbur would hush orders to Tommy and I in weak attempts to preserve our lives. On my last day seeing Tommy, we’d sat here and watched the sunset. our wounds, both physical and mental, were still healing over only to scar deep. I remember what he’d asked me.

“Do you think he knew this would end in his death? Do you think – was it… intentional?” 

My mind flashed with memories of wilbur – the boy I’d fallen in love with, to the war leader I’d trust with my life, to the man who maybe if I’d helped,  things wouldn't be like this now, all the way to the man whose temper could light TNT a mile away. 

If there was one thing true about every version of Wilbur I'd known and loved, it’s that he calculated. Spreadsheets, lists, scribbled parchments, war plans, love letters, songs, schematics, blueprints – all of them, carefully thought through and calculated. Whether it was the cool and loveable asshole I'd first fallen for, or the inner ramblings of a man driven insane, he thought out everything in his own way. So I knew my answer. 

“Yes,” I blew out a slow line of smoke, “there isn’t a version of that plan wherein Wilbur stays alive.”

“I just don't get why. Why would he want to leave us behind?” Tommy ran a hand over his face. His face and nails both seemed to have a dusting of ash covering them. I absentmindedly wondered if my face carried it the same, or if it would ever truly wash away. 

“He wasn’t right towards the end. No matter what we did, it never made him any less sad. Maybe if I’d done something earlier, he’d still be here. But I don’t think anything we could have done would have changed his mind. He couldn’t hold on anymore. I wish I didn't understand, but I do. It's why I can't bring myself to hate him. Despite the fights, the pain, everything he plagued my brain with at night, I still love him. He was sick, and I wish I could've helped him get better, helped get the man I fell in love with back. At the end of the day, he would never be that same person again, but I will always love him.” 

Tommy took a heavy breath, “I want to hate him.” He didn't elaborate more on that. He didn’t have to. “How can you still say you loved him? He wasn’t a good person towards the end, he hurt you, he hurt me! We’re covered in bandages right now because of him!” J could tell Tommy was angry and frustrated. I understood. But the fire in my chest seemed more of a dull ember now. 

“I know he did. and I should be more angry. I wish I could go to his grave, pour his shit on it, and light it on fire. But I can’t. We hurt each other. I think that’s part of why I still love him. At the end of the day, I would have died to protect him. And he would die to protect us.”

“But he didn’t protect us, things- things are worse!” 

“He may have calculated this, but he does have his weaknesses.”

“What is that?”“Us. He can never suspect how we’ll react to his attempts to protect us. So he does what he thinks he deserves to protect us.”

I snuffed the rest of my cigarette among the rubble and ash, taking a moment to taste the lingering smoke in my mouth. I looked out on the lowering sunset, taking it upon myself to wrap an arm around Tommy's shoulders and pull him into a hug. 

“He may not have been good towards the end, but there was always good in him. And that alone comforts me. I hope it helps you too.” 

He just nodded softly, staring out at the sunset as he sighed out a soft question, “where will you go after this?”

I just shrugged, “gonna walk a long time and see where I end up. Probably build a small shack and try to live in peace if I can.” 

He nodded softly, “send me a letter once you do. I want to at least know where the one person who knows what this feels like lives.” 

I nodded quietly, and we sat there in silence until the sun went down fully. We said our goodbyes, but before I could leave, Tommy stopped and turned back to me, speaking softly and pensively,

“I thought you quit smoking.”

[iwadori]

Haikyu Boys neglecting you for another girl PT 1 (Kenma)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Word count: 1.3K

Genre: angst,fluff

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Kenma:

You go over to your boyfriend ,Kenma’s, house every weekened to play on your shade survival minecraft world 

But one week you were too cramped to come over one week so you missed out on a gaming session 

At school the following week you heard Kuroo and the guys teasing Kenma over a new found gaming friend 

But you payed no attention

Now you’re done with your exams and ready to continue on w/ Kenma on fighting the enderdragon and building up your world

You get to Kenmas house an hour after finishing your school club, upon entering you hear him button smashing upstairs (per usual) but something not so usual was him giggling with laughter...

Kenma.Your stoic boyfriend Kenma. giggling..

Because of your confusion you slowly go up the stairs as his laughter ensues making you more perplexed ‘kenma barely talks to people that aren’t Kuroo and me, especially someone who makes him laugh this much’ you think to yourself.

“Ella, i’ve found the stronghold! Just follow me” Kenma exclaimed as you entered his bedroom “Yes Ella you have to press X to jump” he laughed again

‘Ella, who’s ella’ you think. You hear a response on the other end but you can make it out properly. Kenma and ‘Ella’ continue on speaking making plans on what they’re about to do next.. with Kenma not noticing you came into his room yet. You look at the TV and notice that Kenma is playing with someone else on YOUR world that you started which made you slightly agitated. 

You purposefully drop your bag a tad too aggressively, but that seems to work as you catch Kenmas attention as he turns to you for a split second as he mumbles quitely “Oh hey babe” before swiftly getting engrossed again into the game.

Annoyed, you sit on next to him on the bed waiting.. JUST WAITING for some proper acknowledgement to which you received none. You just sat there mindlessly scrolling through your phone as he continuously talked with Ella AND coached her through killing the ender dragon (a plan that you and Kenma said to do together since the beginning of your minecraft survival world idea)

After almost an hour of just sitting there idly, you decide to get up pick up your bag and leave. Hoping just hoping that your ‘oh-so great and caring’ boyfriend would take off his headset and stop you from leaving. But this isn’t a movie of course... so no Kenma did not run straight after you pull you into his arms and comfort you. He stayed in his room laughing away with Ella putting you at the back of his mind.

You go straight home and cry still wishing for a follow-up text on the incident that happened at Kenmas but no response there.

Luckily for you, it was half term break meaning there was no school for a couple weeks so you didn’t have to face the awkward confrontation or lack thereof with Kenma at school. But it was unlucky for you since usually every half term and weekend you’d spend at Kenmas but obviously now you can’t.

You do wonder if he’s thought about texting or calling you to reconcile or even just thought about you at all. You desperately wanted to reach out to him, but with your relationship you do feel that you’re the one that always has to start the conversation after you’ve had a ‘falling out.’ So all you do is wait ( assuming that you’ve broke up or something for now.)

The two weeks of break has ended and now you’re back at school waiting to face the music. The whole day, you felt anxious waiting to bump into him in the corridor or see him at lunch but you never did.

Later that day you get a message..

Kuroo: Hey y/n! How have you been ??

Y/N: Fine.. i guess

Kuroo: How are things with Kenma

Y/N: Tbh I don’t really know, we haven’t spoken since the weekend...two weeks ago I don’t think we’re together anymore..

Kuroo: Y/N don’t say that you and Kenma are definitley how do you spell deathfinetly? still together just meet him today at the arcade at 8pm and ALL WILL BE REVEALED 

Y/N: okay....

Kuroo: DW Y/N! It’ll all be fine

Nervous, you get changed (making sure to look extra cute because this may be the last time you’ll have the title of ‘Kenma’s Girlfriend’ :(( ) You arrive at the arcade and look around for a second before spotting Kenma at the race car game (where you had your first date) and it looks to you he is hiding something behind his back..

When you reached him he looked very shy (even more so then usual) and you were about to speak before he shouted

“Y/N!” he said cringing at the volume of his own voice “ I need to tell you something, more like show you..”

You stood before him with your arms crossed silently tapping your foot waiting on him to continue. Surprisingly, he brings in front of you a little girl who looked about 8 or 9 with a very very cute face.

“n-n-nice to meet you” she bowed in front of you a blush covering her face

“Y/N this is Ella” Kenma said “My new step-sister”

You were shocked to say the least Kenma having a new sister that was great but didn’t answer ALL your questions. Judging your facial expressions Kenma led you and him to sit down letting Ella go on play (as you obviously watch her close-by) 

“Okay, I know you’re probably confused but Ella is ma’s new boyfriends daughter and that time you came over my house was my first time ‘meeting’ her so instead of doing it physically I thought the best thing to do was to play minecraft with her and as I was so focused on that I kinda sorta forgot about our usual dates and over half term I went over to hyogo were Ella and her dad live for the break to meet them officially I’m sorry very very very sorry Y/N for not contacting you i just assumed you were mad at me ... which you still probably are now so i understand if you want to break up and i-” Kenma stops hearing you slightly chuckle looking exasperated after all that rambling. 

Thats the most you’ve ever heard Kenma speak in one go ever and you thought it was endearing that he has a new sister. Of course you were mad that your boyfriend that he neglected you for weeks but you were definitley over that and wanted to just continue on with your life with him.

Kenma stared at you expecting some form of response and all you did was stand up, go to him and pat his head. 

“You’re so cute kenma” you said “Of course I was mad, but i get it now”

“So are we still boyfr-”

“Miss Y/N” asked Ella looking up at you awww how cute “Are you and nii-chan boyfrined and girlfriend”

Kenma and Ella both stared at you expectedly waiting on your response (Kenma more than Ella)

“Of course he’s my boyfriend sweetie!” You said ruffling her head and you hear Kenma sigh in relief “Let’s go play some games now come one Kenma”

You hold Kenma’s hand as Ella runs ahead of you

“Also Kenma..” you let go of his hand “You let her play on our world..seriously”

Kenma awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and chuckles

“I’ll make it up to Y/N dont worry “ he said

And he did do that indeed, as it seems over the break he built a mansion for you and him and reset the end so you complete the ender dragon with him. But you did also include Ella in on your world now and you and her got closer to the point where she will call you nee-chan.

Authors Note: how do you feel about the ending ?

I hope this is well, I’m not that used with Kenmas character so i hope i wrote it good and you like it! Please give me comments and feedback and my request are open so send in your request please!! Also this was meant to be a part two to my ‘taking a prank too far’ but i kinda wrote this in a different direction 

[edenmemes]

ghost of tsushima starters

❝ promise you’ll remain the good man i know. ❞   ❝ only fools have no fear of death. ❞   ❝ i am very much alive. but my patience is dying. ❞   ❝ i’ll make sure you are remembered. as a great warrior...a wise leader. ❞   ❝ the strength we need is all around us. ❞   ❝ the past cannot hurt you. ❞   ❝ this whole journey, and i never asked your name. ❞   ❝ fear drives you to be stronger. fight harder. ❞ ❝ sometimes...our only choice is to walk away from everything we know ❞ ❝ we do what we must. that is why you and i are both survivors. ❞ ❝ i can do good! i just...need practice. ❞ ❝ may your next life be more peaceful than this one. ❞ ❝ i knew it was too good to be true. ❞ ❝ i'll see what i can do. but if you’re lying to me... ❞ ❝ you’re too comfortable with that power. ❞ ❝ don’t ever try to kill me again. ❞ ❝ turn your back on a foe...and you will die with a sword stuck in it. ❞ ❝ youre not slipping away that easily. ❞ ❝ just stay closed. keep your sword sheathed. and let me do the talking. ❞ ❝ the things i saw still haunt my nightmares. ❞ ❝ i dont even know if you're real. ❞ ❝ victories don’t have to feel good. ❞   ❝ killing your own family...it’s harder than you could ever imagine. ❞   ❝ it’s safer for everyone if i just disappear. ❞   ❝ next time, leave some glory for the rest of us. ❞   ❝ peace doesn’t always come quietly. ❞   ❝ some people respond to kindness. others require a glimpse of steel. ❞ ❝ i am nothing if not honest. ❞ ❝ stop using people, and start thinking about how you can help them. ❞ ❝ you’ve had your vengeance. don’t stand in the way of mine. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do it alone. ❞ ❝ not all words need to be spoken. ❞   ❝ there is time yet for revenge. i will savour their cries of pain when that time comes. ❞ ❝ i have learned to love the cool, damp dark. ❞ ❝ the last thing i saw was faces filled with hatred, rage... ❞ ❝ you didn’t think you'd get rid of me that easily, did you? ❞ ❝ we will celebrate when this is all over. ❞ ❝ what’s wrong with you? one moment we stand shoulder-to-shoulder, the next you’re ready to cross blades. ❞ ❝ a warrior learns from their mistakes, or they are buried by them. ❞ ❝ remember your training...and never leave my side. ❞ ❝ well...i guess this is goodbye. ❞ ❝ your visions will grow worse, driving you to madness and death. ❞ ❝ i can only pretend for so much longer. i’m not like these people and never will be. ❞ ❝ i loved you all my life, but i could never work up the courage to tell you. ❞ ❝ the proud do not last, and the mightiest of us perish like dust before the wind. ❞ ❝ you’re a vision of mercy. ❞ ❝ not bad, but only half-good. ❞ ❝ we make a good team, don’t we? ❞ ❝ an archer’s aim relies not on eyes...but on body, mind, and spirit. ❞ ❝ this is my fight. i don’t need your weapon. ❞ ❝ being right doesn’t always make things better. ❞ ❝ there is nothing easier than to prey upon the vanity of ambitious men. ❞ ❝ you weren’t looking so good. i let you rest. ❞ ❝ your intentions this time were...better than usual. ❞ ❝ what are you not telling me? ❞ ❝ trouble sticks to you like shit on rice. ❞ ❝ it’s strange being back after so many years...everywhere i look brings back memories. ❞ ❝ only a child expects perfection of their elders. ❞ ❝ when this is all over, what will you do? ❞ ❝ you are ruled by your emotion. ❞ ❝ is this how you want to be remembered? ❞ ❝ perhaps great men share all the aspects of their lessers, but more. great wisdom, but even greater cruelty. ❞ ❝ i cannot imagine the burden a leader like you must bear. ❞ ❝ our greatest enemies are the greatest teachers. ❞ ❝ death’s shadow embraces me. hand in hand we walk. ❞ ❝ breathe. you can’t fight if you hold your breath. ❞ ❝ i know you well enough by now, my friend. ❞ ❝ i can’t go back...to what i was. before this. ❞ ❝ i hope you one day forgive me for the choice i made. ❞ ❝ the wounds you dealt my spirit will never heal. ❞ ❝ why did you turn away from me? ❞ ❝ if you can keep moving forward, so can i. ❞ ❝ it’s a bad idea to sneak up on me. ❞ ❝ promise me something. don’t become like me. ❞ ❝ let me undo the damage i’ve done. ❞ ❝ ...and you want me to clean up your mess. ❞ ❝ the path ahead may take a lifetime, but i will walk it with you. always. ❞ ❝ whatever you believe i’ve become, i will always be your family. ❞ ❝ i wouldn’t be here without you. ❞ ❝ i’ll hunt you past the horizon if i must. ❞ ❝ can i count on you to do what needs to be done? ❞ ❝ that’s over now. you’re here. with me. ❞ ❝ i thought i’d lost you, i should’ve known you’d never give up. ❞ ❝ you can’t continue down this path. ❞ ❝ be careful. demons are everywhere and they fear nothing. ❞ ❝ corpses can’t answer questions. ❞ ❝ you deserve greater respect than this. ❞ ❝ it’s just like the stories my father told me. ❞ ❝ what you become tomorrow is your choice. ❞ ❝ just ask the last man who questioned my sincerity. you’ll find his head covered in flies out back. ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t have lied. i still would have helped you. ❞ ❝ we came this far. we’re not turning back now. ❞ ❝ how do we survive if we don’t trust each other? ❞ ❝ without my help, the fear and pain will overwhelm you. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, we don’t retreat. ❞ ❝ the stories are true. i’ve never seen anyone fight like you. ❞ ❝ see how the enemy fear you? you are a true warrior. ❞ ❝ you want to share a drink...with me? ❞ ❝ maybe you should’ve just ran away. like you always do. ❞ ❝ good people have nothing to fear from me. ❞ ❝ your promises are just like you. worthless. ❞ ❝ as you wish, since you asked so sweetly. ❞ ❝ i know better than to argue. ❞ ❝ i hope i can find quiet places like this one, untouched by war. ❞ ❝ we grew up together, but you threw it all away. ❞ ❝ it was so chaotic. i felt you grip my wrist and then nothing. ❞ ❝ desperation can bring out the demon in the best of men. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to leave without you, but...i can’t stay. i hope you understand. ❞ ❝ a grown man, and you still can barely sit still. ❞ ❝ and i heard you had no sense of humor! ❞ ❝ knowing and doing are different. ❞ ❝ trouble follows me everywhere. ❞ ❝ indulging violence weakens the warrior...like too much food or drink. ❞ ❝ i can always tell when you want to ask me something. out with it. ❞ ❝ i am proud to fight beside you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t nurse you back to health to watch you throw your life away. ❞ ❝ all i want...all i need is to start a new life. ❞ ❝ look twice and shoot once. ❞ ❝ i think they’re afraid of you. you can be...intimidating.. ❞ ❝ you don’t even try to hear me. it’s like talking to a stone. ❞ ❝ so you try to kill me? have you lost your mind? ❞ ❝ you’ve sacrificed everything. for revenge. ❞ ❝ we can’t let anger consume us. or blind us to our friends. ❞ ❝ there is only one way this ends. ❞ ❝ i gave you everything. and you threw it away. ❞ ❝ do not question my integrity again. ❞ ❝ your father would be proud. ❞ ❝ the worst one can do is take advantage of their own people. ❞ ❝ you follow trouble. you should ask yourself why.  ❞ ❝ some of my favourite memories happened at this place. ❞ ❝ i told you this was a bad idea! ❞ ❝ keep fighting. we need people like you. ❞ ❝ are you the one who finally kills me? ❞ ❝ a warrior’s most important weapon is themself. lose control, and you risk defeat. ❞ ❝ first, get some rest. this is killing you. ❞ ❝ see that? i told you. there’s always hope. ❞ ❝ i hope the skills i gained through hardship can be of use to the people here. ❞ ❝ you have skill...but you nearly died rushing into battle. ❞ ❝ in the midst of battle, true leaders must stay rooted, stand firm. ❞ ❝ every time i get in a mess like this, i’m as scared as the time before. ❞ ❝ don’t be the next to disappoint me. ❞ ❝ save what we can, but know that everything passes away. ❞ ❝ i hope you understand, this is just a job. ❞ ❝ that’s a sad way to look at the world. ❞ ❝ seeing you like that...i’m still shaken up. ❞ ❝ sit with me a moment. ❞ ❝ doubt and indecision have destroyed armies. ❞ ❝ it’s so painful to...see you weighed down by sadness. ❞ ❝ on the slim chance some good comes of this...lead the way. ❞ ❝ you fought well, but we’re finished. ❞ ❝ the warrior’s mind is quiet but alive, like rustling bamboo. ❞ ❝ i’ve trained with a blade since i could walk. ❞ ❝ the visions...they’re still happening. ❞ ❝ in our world, being intimidating isn’t a bad thing. ❞ ❝ you have a talent. it’s time you use it, for the sake of our land. ❞ ❝ i've tried to teach you all i know...but you act more like a poet than a warrior. ❞ ❝ your path leads to madness and death. ❞ ❝ that’s twice you saved my life. ❞ ❝ these people stay because they believe in you. ❞ ❝ i didn’t choose this life. it was my only option. ❞ ❝ you came at me like i was your mortal enemy. almost broke my arm! ❞ ❝ i could use your help...in the fight ahead. ❞ ❝ you can be a little rough, but you have a good heart. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to kill you, stop! ❞ ❝ what’s wrong? afraid i’ll get more famous than you? ❞ ❝ war brings out who we truly are. ❞ ❝ take care where you place your faith. ❞ ❝ you seem lost in thought. ❞ ❝ i was getting tired of waiting for you. ❞ ❝ without my wisdom, you will lose your soul to madness. ❞ ❝ peace is an unattainable dream...but a dream worth fighting for. ❞ ❝ i’ve killed a thousand men. every death was sweet. ❞ ❝ what is the point of prayer when we are doomed? ❞ ❝ you’re like your father in more ways than you know. ❞ ❝ if you want my respect, earn it. ❞ ❝ and how many wars have you fought? ❞ ❝ you’re quite the butcher with that sword. ❞ ❝ people who sow chaos must be punished. ❞ ❝ i can’t help but wonder if you enjoy the violence. ❞ ❝ i kill only to protect our people. i think about that every time i reach for my sword. ❞ ❝ i'm sorry if my lack of skill offends. ❞ ❝ it’s the first time in days i haven’t felt like i was about to die. ❞ ❝ you fought like an animal...or a demon! ❞ ❝ there’s nothing more painful to me than a perfect bow...ineptly used. ❞ ❝ victory is won by warriors, not weapons. ❞ ❝ i couldn’t leave you to die. ❞ ❝ i made my choices. even knowing what they’ve cost me, i’d make them again. ❞ ❝ when’s the last time you slept or ate? ❞ ❝ you don’t get to give up. this land needs you. ❞ ❝ oh you pretend we are different, but we fight for the same thing. ❞ ❝ there are still places of beauty to remind us of what truly matters. ❞ ❝ true mastery begins where individual ego ends. ❞ ❝ a warrior faces danger with courage and resolve. this is how they endure. ❞ ❝ those stories...they're not entirely true. ❞ ❝ even the youngest warrior needs a full belly and a rested sword-arm. ❞ ❝ bad men are good at hiding their true natures. ❞ ❝ there is nothing left for me here. my hope is lost. ❞ ❝ i did what i had to. for you. ❞ ❝ forgive my manners. i spent all my time alone. ❞ ❝ is that any way to greet a visitor? ❞ ❝ if you continue down this path...you’ll be no better than the enemy. ❞ ❝ i am grateful for the times we share...but, i always want more. ❞ ❝ you lived your life in a castle. it made you soft. ❞ ❝ i used to know what i fought for... ❞ ❝ face them as a warrior with honour. not a monster. ❞ ❝ i don’t take lives, but i am not a coward. ❞ ❝ i wonder if i’ve crossed a line. ❞ ❝ you can’t expect everyone to understand what you’re doing, or why. ❞ ❝ your methods were brutal...impulsive...without honour. ❞ ❝ there’s plenty to fear without worrying about folktales. ❞ ❝ i hope you’ll find peace again soon. ❞ ❝ you do what you need to survive. and yet you despise others for doing the same. ❞ ❝ is that your excuse? your reason to kill? ❞ ❝ we have to keep pushing. even if it costs us our lives. ❞ ❝ cowards without honour deserve no mercy. ❞ ❝ i’ll fight beside you until the end. ❞ ❝ whatever happens, your forgiveness won’t change who i am. ❞ ❝ why should we settle for scraps when we deserve to be legends? ❞ ❝ only cowards strike from the shadows. ❞ ❝ the proud do not endure. the greatest of us fall in the end. ❞ ❝ perhaps some good will come of this. ❞   ❝ you will see nothing but death to the end of your days. ❞ ❝ legacy is more than a name. ❞ ❝ im sorry. i know what it means to lose family. ❞ ❝ one day we'll escape the endless wheel of suffering. ❞ ❝ is that a 'thank you'? ❞ ❝ i know what it means to be hunted. ❞ ❝ you personify fury and regret. ❞ ❝ that's all right. i want to hear you dig your own grave. ❞ ❝ either way, we’ve got nothing to lose. ❞ ❝ i’ve done what i can. the rest is up to you. ❞ ❝ forgive me, but you look fatigued. have you endured much hardship? ❞    ❝ i hope you find true honour in your next life. ❞ ❝ you deserve nothing less than death. ❞ ❝ this is foolish. surrender, and you can live. ❞ ❝ i too have pride in family. and i know what it’s like to live in their shadow. ❞ ❝ you were gone so long, i knew you were in trouble. ❞ ❝ so many of us here owe you our lives. ❞ ❝ what's wrong? what did they do to you? ❞   ❝ you’re lucky to be alive. ❞ ❝ i know your language. your traditions. your beliefs. which village to tame and which to burn. ❞   ❝ i cannot lose you again. ❞   ❝ i don’t seek revenge. but i will fight for peace. ❞   ❝ we will meet again soon. until then...travel safely. ❞   ❝ this is war --- not a test. ❞ ❝ we can save our home together. it doesn’t have to be like this. ❞ ❝ fear is a weapon. don’t let them use it against you. ❞