#i swear i didn't do that on purpose but i'm gonna pretend i did

[catgirl-soup]

Drawing a new split Pokemon evolution every day in July -- Day Twenty

Souleon

Flying

Evolves from Eevee when leveled up at the top of a mountain:

Mt. Moon, Kanto

Mt. Silver, Johto

Mt. Pyre, Hoenn

Mount Coronet Summit, Sinnoh

Twist Mountain, Unova

Route 9, Kalos

Mount Hokulani, Alola

Giant's Bed, Crown Tundra

Glaseado Mountain, Paldea

The gemstone on their collar contains all of the knowledge they have learned throughout their life. It's said that stealing this gem will bestow that knowledge onto whoever swallows it, but this has been shown to be merely a myth. If they find a trainer they've grown attached to, they will then share some of their knowledge. They can most commonly be found at the tops of mountains, staring directly up into the sky. On nights of the full moon, hundreds of Souleon can be seen gazing intently into the stars.

[minhosimthings]

Girl Dad!Skz headcannons

Pairings: husband!Skz × wife!fem!reader

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, mentions of pregnancy, reader wears a dress, mentions of food, teensy swearing

A/N: GUESS WHO HAS BABY FEVER AYY ITS THIS BITCH RIGHT HERE. I am so DONE with watching my fav idols play with babies and not expect me to die. WHERE IS MY CHAN WHO'LL GIVE MR A BABY HUH? anyways enjoy my very drunken headcannons

Bang Christopher Chan

DID I JUST HEAR BEST DAD IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

This man was born to be a dad istg

He'd be so amazing when you're pregnant, like he'd ask his mom for advice, give you belly rubs if your ask and will willingly lend his entire closet to you.

Would be so supportive through the birth process, is not disgusted or anything because he is him.

"She looks just like you."

Would be just a teensy bit overprotective, just a teensy bit.

"And you will bring her back by 7 yes? Oh and what's your address for unrelated purposes?"

*sends the address to Minho incase he needs to murder anyone*

Would be so comforting when she gets her period

"you know I used to do this to your mother.", While massaging her back.

The baby would grow up multilingual and Chan would be so smug about it

"my daughter is my second producer

Lee Minho/Lee Know

Would have such mixed emotions when you tell him you're pregnant

On the one hand A PERSON MADE UP OF BOTH OF YOU? WOAH

On the other hand OH SHIT A PERSON WHO HAS BOTH OUR GENES

Cooks all your weird ass cravings for you but not before giving you a side eye

"Alright y'all are gonna get a sibling." *Is talking to the cats*

Buys everything cat themed

"baby what if the baby is a dog person?"

Y'all have twins, a boy and a girl (manifesting my twin dad Minho fantasies)

Would dance for them when they're babies and would get elated when they try to copy him

Pouts when their first word is mama

Brags so much about them

"I mean they are MY spawn, obviously they're better at dance than your kid, Susan"

Seo Changbin

GIRL DAD GIRL DAD GIRL DAD

So elated when you tell him you're pregnant

PREGNANT CUDDLES KZKSNSNJ

Would be a 100% on board with lifting your belly to save your back

When you find out it's a girl, he straight on sobs.

"I CAN'T HANDLE ANOTHER PAIR OF ADORABLE YN EYES LOOKING AT ME"

Holds the baby extra carefully in his buff ass arms

She looks like you part 2

Tea parties with her are serious buisness for him

"jagi can't you see im currently discussing with the princess about her magical dragon I'll do the dishes later."

Would probably ask her if she wants to go to the gym with her dad and when she says yes he'd be so happy

"you're better than your mother she can't even lift her ass up and go to the gym"

Hwang Hyunjin

When I say this man would paint you a portrait when you tell him you're pregnant-

HE'LL PAINT YOU A FUCKING PORTRAIT

So sweet with you all throughout but also a nervous wreck

Much like me

Would love to paint your belly if you allow him to

Would try your weird cravings with you

And actually like them

Let's not pretend like Hyun doesn't do the pregnant woman pose everyday

Cries so hard when your baby is born

He doesn't mind the gender or anything, but when he found out it's a girl-

"GUYS ITS A MINI Y/N"

She looks like you part 3

Such a clumsy mess when it comes to taking care of her

ART CLASSES ART CLASSES ART CLASSES

"Darling, we painted this for you."

Han Jisung

Immediately freezes when you tell him

Jisung.exe has stopped working

"wait so the protection didn't.... Protect?"

Now Y/N.exe has stopped working trying to figure out whether you actually used protection or not

Talks to your belly all day

Treats the baby like a gossip partner

"girl you won't believe what Hyunjin did today."

"what did he do?"

"yn shush I'm talking to our baby girl."

Is your personal high school cheerleader during the birth

"jagi you are slaying right now you can do this."

Cries when baby is born part 3

Calls her a co-producer part 2

Spoils her shitless

She has him wrapped around her finger, much like her mother :)

Making playlists with her is his love language

Lee Felix Yongbok

Did I just hear breeding kink

Cries when you tell him

Bakes so many brownies when you tell him like one time that you're craving his brownies

Makes your weird cravings part 3

Idk what it is with me and DanceRacha making all your weird cravings

Runs you baths, with bath salts, bath bombs, scented candles and massages your aching muscles I WILL DIE RIGHT NOW

Is the best during the birth, holds your hand allowing you to squeeze it as hard as you want

Dresses baby up like the fashionista she is

Is so amazed and ecstatic when the baby gets an Aussie accent

"JAGI SHE JUST SAID BREKKIE"

Kim Seungmin

Tsundere daddy meow

Will literally melt like his face will be like 🥺

Buys all the cute stuff on day one

I'm talking cradles, blinkies, toys, bonnets for some reason

"of course she needs a ponyo outfit darling come on"

Tones down his teasing a bit

Still makes fun of your penguin walk tho

And if you cry, he will comfort you and never forgive himself for it

Is kinda disgusted by the birth process but he's a strong soldier

Cries when baby is born part 4

Like Kim Seungmin crying is a real thing chat

Singing lessons are free for her, and she has her dad's angel voice!!

Also inherits her dad's roasting style, and she's the only one who can roast him back hehe

He kinda died inside when she told him he was old (he's never been prouder)

Yang Jeongin/ I.N

Bruh this guy istg

Mixed emotions part 2

"IM TOO YOUNG TO HAVE A CHILD"

Calms down eventually (after a slap on the head)

BELLY RUBS

Spoils the shit out of you because obviously

Asks his mum for advice part 2

Sings to your belly at night when he thinks you're asleep

Secretly hopes baby will have his dimple

He loves kids, so parenting is a natural thing that comes to him

Probably more experienced at holding a baby than you are

Feeds her for the first few days when you're tired

Perfect husband honestly he should marry me

Loves braiding her hair and giving her fashion advice

Mini fashion shows!!!

Dances with her a lot

[r3starttt]

CALL ME BY YOUR NAME | 03

fic M.list | read this or DNI

an: pretty short BUT it’s because nsfw part it’s gonna be long soooo I’ll do it separately, stay tuned y’all 😍☝️

"Is it better to speak or to die?" Your mom says, gently running her fingers all over your arm. Your dad, on the other side, kept his gaze fully fixated on your mom, who kept on reading a German novel.

It was raining, the type of rain to male everyone want to sleep, the one that could be perceived as white noise. Outside there was barely sunlight, the ambience was cold and the sky was all gray. You found comfort in it.

Lights went off, all at once, no warning at all. "You know we...you can always talk to us, yeah?" Your dad whispers, taking you out of that trance you've been since yesterday. Do they know? Does she know?

You simply nodded, reciprocating the sheepish smile your parents were giving you as a sort of comfort you kept ignoring you needed.

-

You can feel her eyes all over your body. The sound of her legs moving around the water, accompanied by the birds chirping, it makes you nauseus.

She wasn't here yesterday, and you simply could not stop thinking of her, what she did, and with who? Why not you and why, no matter how hard you tried, it couldn't be you the one.

If it wasn't because of the sunglasses you'd be out of here in less then a second, hiding in your room and pretending to not notice when she arrives home or leaves, pretending to not hear her muffled whines right next to you every night, pretending to not take a quick look outside your balcony whenever you hear her swimming, or pretending to not slick your ear to the bathroom door whenever water starts running. Because ironically, you do hate her, and it seems like the longer she stays the less you can handle her.

"Gotta go to town in a little bit to pick some things up" Abby con barely finish her sentence when you're already replying. Your voice elicts a smile on her face, pretty cocky as usual "Oh, I can go. I'm not doing anything today"

She just shrugges, taking her legs out of the water "then why don't we go together?" Your elbows act before you let them, forcing you to stand almost right when her voice is heard. You hated her for this.

-

You kept remembering the first time you brought her her. It was impossible to not regret it, after all it felt like suicide. You've done this to yourself just to not be a stubborn daughter for once.

It's strange, even when she first came you knew something was different, that's what lead you to act different for once. Maybe it wasn't you but her the problem.

You opened your mouth, letting her place the cigarette on it. She'd been making you wait for a while and your hands were busy, so far this was the only decent thing she's done for you, and it's not even on purpose. The lighter came closer to your face, and so did she. You haven't seen her this close, it's probably the first time you get to see what colors her eyes are. And even when it takes seconds, the contact it's enough for you, and you can swear you feel the warmth coming out of her body as well.

"I thought you didn't smoke?" You can see her siluette walking vaguely around you, taking her bicycle again "I don't" The defensiveness in her voice, you reciprocated her foolish smile.

"So, world War two, huh?" The metal of the bicycle had barely hit the railing that protected the omenage when she was already walking away from you, again. "No, this is world War one"

A 'huh' brushes past her lips. Abby restes her elbows on the railing, letting out a small hiss at the warmth of it. How stupid, you think.

"I don't even know about the.. battle of Piavé?" Her sandals hit the ground at her every step, hands running along the railing. "Píave, one of the most lethal battles of World War one" your hands rest on your stomach, crossed to support each other. And even though your eyes are looking at the statue in front of you, you can still feel her essence neare you, eating you alive with just the eyes.

"Is there anything you don't know?" You knew for a fact she meant to be nice right now, but you felt like putting some force on it, some sort of invisible barrier, because once you let her have her chance with you, you wouldn't stop her. And it wasn't meant to be, it couldn't. "I know nothing Abby"

You shocked your head, walking on the opposite side to where she kept resting. Taking a long deep drag of the cigarette "is that so? Because you seem to know more than anybody else around here". You both had sunglasses on, but even like that every time your glances coincided, the feeling was so strong it felt palpable.

"If you only knew how little I know about the things that matter" there's a sarcastic tone on your voice, unintentional but real. "What things that matter?" She clicked her tongue, extending her arms so the palms of her hands could be fully resting on the metal fence. "You know what things". Your arms crossed over the fence, hiding your face in between.

"Why're you telling me this? The smells of the cigarette suddenly became unbearable. "'Cause I thought you should know?" Even though she's away from you her laugh is still audible enough "Because you thought I should know?" There's a hidden tone on her voice you just can't decipher, and it causes you such a painfull feeling each time it appears, like you're the one doing it all wrong, like you're the adult. "'Cause I wanted you to know?" You tried to fix it, immediately regretting it.

You both walked to what was left ot the fence, each on one side. You kept repeating your las sentence, how stupid it sounded, how stupid you are. Until you're face to face again with her, and you feel so mature, so understood.

Her left hands is placed on her waist, one knee slightly flexioned and the other hand taking the cigarette away from her mouth as she lets the smoke fly to your face. She seemes hesitant, nothing she's ever been with around you but only when your mom's around. She's afraid.

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" You do the same, admiring how the smoke passes through her face so gracefully. Quietly nodding as her eyes wander all over your face. Have you get it?

Before you realized your head was resting on her chest, the only thing visible now were both of your feet against each other "Shouldn't have said anything" Abby moves her free hand to your back, making small circles over it as she heard your statement. "Just pretend you never did"

The moment you threw your cigarette on the floor she did It too, gently pushing you away. The sound of the sandals brushing the pavement was comforting, human, and it meant you two were, after all, the same in some sort of way.

"What does that mean? We're on speaking terms, but not really?" You mock. "It means we can't talk about those kinds of things, okay?" You don't know when but at some point your teeth were biting on your inner lips, painfully hard. You couldn't look at her, she felt like someone you should fear, and you still hated her. "We just can't"

She gave you one last pat on the shoulder, it felt wrong how motherly she was. Maybe you were the one wrong after all. You just waited for her to get her sheets, unsure still of what they were.

Maybe it was karma, they were all a disorder and not whorth the wait, or that's what you heard her say as she walked towards you, clearly annoyed.

-

"The Alpi Orobie, water comes straight down from there"

This was your form of apologizing, taking her to your place, a small lake away from everything and everyone. She seemed to enjoy it.

It was quiet besides the birds chirping and the water running. After the rain the sun comes lighter than ever, good timing you guess. It wasn't practically hot, just nice enough.

"I like the way you say things. Don't know why you're always putting yourself down, though" she whispers. Abby really wanted to make things better, she felt the same way you felt for her. But it felt wrong to be the mote mature between both, acting like the stupid one just to get you. She was trying to fix this, and it was torture that you simply never gave her the chance to, no matter what she did or said you always had something smarter to make her sound lame. "So you won't, I guess?"

"You're really that afraid of what I think?" You bite your inner lips again, tasting the mix of blood and saliva mixing on your tongue. Simply nodding once again, dragging your feet to get closer to her until both yours and her fingers are touching. "You're making it hard for me" "I know"

Quietly, grabbing her hand you drag her to a small piece covered in grass. She'd give you enough signals to take what you needed of her, at least for today, and you weren't planning on waisitng it.

Her whole body is covered by the sunlight and you swear she's never looked this good. The strands of her hair gracefully dancing along the breeze passing by her face. Her white blouse covered in wet, letting you have the most delicious sight of her body.

Not even sitting and you have her on top of you. Middle finger running over your lips and your tongue containing on its space, painfully. You wanted- needed to suck her fingers, to feel every inch of her body, and it was torture to not have it.

Abby knew what you wanted, she was craving it as much as you. But for the first time in her whole life, she'd losen control about everything, and you were the one behind it. The reason she's been touching herself till sleep every night, the reason she even considered to stay for months in Italy. You had made of her and her life a chaos, and somehow that made her hate you as much as you hated her. It was hilarious how she even ended like this, whit someone like you.

Her lips pressed on yours, two tender kisses that she despised more than anything in this life. Not because of you but because of her being the one to initiate them and you the ones to cut them off.

And it's not that you wanted to, but this was driving you insane, because it felt like you've imagined, but somehow you've finally made conscious about what this stupid kisses mean, for both.

There's a trail of saliva connecting your lips as she pushes you away, so abruptly it almost hurst. Not only physically but mentally, making you wonder if she even meant it in the first place. "Better now?" Her cocky voice makes you want to punch her right in those lips until she can't ever speak again. You remember why you hate her since the moment you ever saw her or heard her voice.

Not fair, she gets what she wants until she doesn't want it anymore. You're just one more of her interests that will eventually fade away.

Without thinking you push her back, making her lay on the grass. It pinchs on your bare legs the moment you sit on top of her, not even the nature is being pity with you. She reciprocates the kiss tho.

"Mmm-mmm" you hear, feeling the vibrations on your lips and her hands on your waist one more, begging you tu move away and stop this. To pretend it didn't happen like what she said some hours ago.

You hate yourself for this. But you obbey. Abby repeatedly says 'no' pulling away from you. Her hand dances over her lips, getting rid of what was left from your desperation on her face. "We should go"

"Why?" You tease, opening your legs on one last attempt to get her at least for one minute more. "I know myself, okay? And we've been good" her hands both place on your knees, palm pressed tightly on top of your skin, closing your legs. "I wanna be good"

-

You've ran away the instant you noticed the blood running down your noise to your lips. It's by far the grossest hemorrhage you've got. Yet nothing unusual, just the mix of stress and warmth being too overwhelming for your body.

Abby tried not to pay attention to it, or worry. But she needed to see you were good, she needed to take care of you, or just help you get clean. It felt like she was the reason of it, but the sight of your parents in fron of you, so focused on whatever thing they were debating about. She simply couldn't, it would be either too obvious or not the best idea for you.

She feared to let you down like this, but also hated to be the reason behind it all on the first place. She's never regretted something this horrifying in her whole life, ever.

She'd fallen in love with you at her worst moment, and feared more than anything to hurt you, to have any sort of effect in you. Because you had a whole life ahead of you and she simply didn't.

-

Traitor, I'm such a pussy, please forgive me, don't avoid me. I'm sorry? I'm sorry, can't stand that you hate me, forgive me, what did I do wrong?

"Can't stand the silence, need to speak to you" were the words you wrote for her, on a random notebook you sometimes uses as a sort of journal. She was awful. "Grow up, see you at midnight" she replied. You were awful.

-

12:00 am

Crickets chirping, empty dark blue sky and countable stars decorating the ambience accompanied by the moonlight. Romantic to say the least.

She was smoking, you've realized the reason behind it. "Come inside" you whispered, hoping it was loud enough for her to hear but enough to catch anyone else's attention. Which means, trying to not let your parents hear you begging her to let you fuck her, at least once.

She tossed the cigarette violently, almost as if she had resentment for you still. Which she simply couldn't.

Sitting at the end of your old bed she finally spoke to you, not verbally but vy extending her arms so you could crawl to her. Abby smelled like pine and cigarette, it reminded you of alcohol. Is suits her.

"Can I kiss you?" Abby's hands move to the sides of your cheeks, making enough force against them so you couldn't move if given the opportunity "yes please" you whispered back, already opening your mouth. She pressed her lips on yours, making her tongue palm against yours deliciously. The sound of your saliva mixing was the only thing heard in the room besides the clothes rubbing against each other.

Abby laughed, breaking the kiss to stand up and walk to the side of the bed. The door slapped at it, so hard the floor vibrated. You stated at the whole scene in amusement, hoping for once in your life your parents where in this same situation so they wouldn't care "fuck you" you screamed silently at her.

[asocialangel]

Hello !! I saw that your requests were open so I wanted to know how you think the bllk would react if their s/o asked for a break or a break up with them ?? Actually i read your work on it and it was very well written (hurts my heart ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ) so I was curious about that.

Anyway have a good day~~

“let’s break up” - how the bllk boys would react

Hello lovely ! Are you doing great ? Was my response quick enough ? Anyways, i wrote short fics instead of headcanons, i feel like they are more suited. But if you wish, I can write them in hc forms ! Specific characters can also be requested for a part two~  enjoy and don’t cry too much~~

Blue Lock angst: breaking up with Isagi Yoichi and Itoshi Rin

Isagi - swear words, toxic behaviors from both ends, no one is right\an example to follow tbh TT - 1,2k

It had been a while. That Isagi was ignoring you. Your hugs, your texts, the cooked meals you always put aside for him. You lifted your head and looked in front of you. It was so dark now it hurt your eyes. The afternoon had gone by in a blink of an eye. You had sat on the couch and next thing you know you’re on the floor, back against the living room rug, still crying. Everytime you dried up your tears, a few minutes of thinking were enough for them to start rolling down your cheeks again. Purposeful or not, did it even matter ? And you had rehashed thoughts and fake conversations so much by now, that you started convincing yourself he avoided you deliberately, to have fun and make you cry. 

The dim sky barely lit up the room, it was hard for you to distinguish the furniture around you. Everything was a grayish blue. Inside and outside. You and your surroundings. When you heard keys in the lock, you took a deep breath, eyes closed. The door creaked open. 

“Hey ba-” The voice that started talking with so much enthusiasm abruptly stopped. “Why’s it so dark ?” Without even warning, Isagi turned the switch on. Ow. It hurts your eyes so much. Yet you continue blankly staring at the coffee table. “Practice was so tough today. Hum, Y\N where are you ?”. You could feel him searching left and right for you. So used to it huh, you greeting him the second he arrives, a warm smile on your face, the table set behind you. There was a last time for everything, but none of you knew that yesterday was the one. “Oh well.” Quickly giving up, you heard his duffle bag hit the floor. He left everything as it was, heading for a shower. 

“I’m here.” Your expression still being as empty, not even looking in his direction, you got up. Your hand helping you lift your weight, you finally revealed yourself to him. From your peripheral vision, you could see his smile getting wider as he saw you. Not that you cared. You didn’t even bother to look at him when you pronounced that dreadful sentence: “We need to talk”.

“Do we ?” Isagi’s smile instantly dropped. But it made you furious. Instead of an apprehensive, concerned expression, he seemed annoyed. That bitch is gonna complain again right ? That’s probably what he was thinking. Couldn't he at least fake being scared for your relationship ? “Well i must. I’ll tell you something. Although I'm surprised you have nothing to tell me. Nothing’s been bothering you ? Everything alright, a-ok ? La vie en rose ?” You still didn't look at him, though you were walking in his direction, your eyes were empty. “What, does something seem wrong to you ? To me nothing h-” Ugh ! He was so ! Infuriating ! Why was he acting all cool, all unbothered, disdainful ? “Something ?! Something ?! Everything !”

You finally looked at him. Right in the eyes. You hadn't realized that anger had taken over your sadness. “How can you dare to pretend things are going right ? Have some respect, for me, and yourself !” “Okay okay, what will you whine about today ?” Isagi answered right away. “My fangirls ? How you wanna meet my friends ? The fact you’re convinced my parents dislike you ? Everything we’ve been through again and again.” He had an arrogant tone, almost laughing at you. “You always have something to bring up. I’m getting tired of your childish complaints”. 

Right where it hits the most. You scoffed. “Okay. Okay then. You’ll be so glad to hear what I've got to say”. You too started putting on a derisive expression. “At first I was sad. But now I'm thinking, how could you let yourself be treated this way, love ?” You were walking around the living room, in a theatrical way, gesturing to yourself and raising your eyebrows faking concern. “Isagi. You looked at him. I’m not gonna let you neglect me again, let alone pretend I'm the one who’s wrong. You and I… We’re over”. You looked at him almost satisfied. You-from-4-hours-ago would've never believed that, out of all the feelings you could have felt when asking to break up, amusement would have been the one.

And what you saw was even more delightful. Isagi’s expression turned from scoffy to utterly shocked. He did not see that coming. After all, to him, you had become someone who would just complain… Not actually take action. Little did he know everything he took for granted was going to disappear. As quickly as you would. Suddenly his whole world fell upon his feet.

You smiled, walking closer and closer to him. His sad expression.. It was almost fulfilling now. So taken aback, Isagi couldn't move, he only looked you in the eyes, full of despair. His eyebrows were wavering, his eyes were starting to get glossy from tears welling up, he tried to blink. You approached your face dangerously close to his. Your noses were almost touching, but you didn't budge though. You looked at him deep in the eyes, feeding on his pain. “Can you finally feel what I felt ?” Your tone was full of resolution. You stayed for a few seconds, just to pressure him, until you stepped back. You took each of his arms, and looked at his face again. “It’s okay. You’re a resilient boy, you’ll get through this”. You put on a fake pout, mocking compassion. “It’s not like I mattered much to you anyway, right ?”. 

You violently let go of him, shaking his arms with strength, your smile fading away. “Now go”. You walked right past him, took your keys, your bag and left. It was his apartment, and you still had some stuff left. After all, it’s not like you had planned to break him up today, he just brought it upon himself. The way you moved made it look like you were unaffected. You swiftly opened the door and exited. You walked with resoluteness, steady walking, chin up through the hallways, up until the elevator. 

On his side, it took Isagi a few seconds to register what had just happened. He was still standing there, blankly when you left, not even trying to get you back. So confused. Until it hit him. It hit him so hard. Tears started rolling down his cheeks uncontrollably as he fell to the ground. What had he done ? How did he allow himself to lose you ? The corny saying that you ‘only notice something when it’s gone’ finally had meaning. As he played in his head every little thing he was already missing from you, a crushing feeling of remorse dawned upon him. Finally, he realized everything he’d done wrong while going out with you, and to add to the burden he now bore, he finally saw that that’s what you had been complaining to him about. Everything you had said, you were right. 

Knees to the ground and hands shakily wiping off his tears, Isagi thought he’d never see the end of it. He wanted you back. Maybe if he called you, apologized, no, maybe if he, ugh it was in vain. He just wanted to tell you he’s sorry. But was he ? Maybe the two of you were not meant to be. He looked at his hands and got up, wiped his tears. Actually… you were wrong. He did everything right. But you were an ungrateful lucky lover. 

Obviously, it’d end up like this. You broke down crying in the elevator. How foolish were you, to think he’d be affected. Like it always happens, you were the one hurt, and he didn't question himself. If just once it could’ve been reversed. 

Rin - 1k2 words

Even though the lights were bright and the crowd was loud, it's like you weren't there. Everyone around you was keenly embroiled, but you could barely distinguish the players on the field. You had come to watch your boyfriend play, just like you’d watched every other game of his from this season. But this time, you couldn't force yourself to get into it. Your vision was blurry, you know, when you can't focus your eyes on something ? You see it happen from afar, you’d like to catch every detail of it, but your eyes just won’t let you. It happens when you’re tired, or when you don’t put in enough effort. You could not concentrate, too busy thinking.

You were sitting in the vip spot, all alone, unfilled seats surrounding you, an empty, almost sad, look on your face. You knew what would come after the match. And as boring as the game felt to you today -even though it wasn’t- you didn't want it to end. Because it finishing meant you also had to finish something. Something you had to say to Rin. He scores, smiles faintly and glances at your direction. 

But you weren’t looking at him anymore. When you watch him these days… You don’t feel anything anymore. If you could force yourself to do so, you would have already done it a while ago. Every candle you blow is accompanied by the same wish, to restore the feelings you once had for him. It would feel so much easier if you could continue on pretending. What’s wrong with you ? He’s the dream guy…

You stared into space, and suddenly your ears rang louder than before. You looked up to see that the match had ended. You take a deep breath, faintly smile as you know your boyfriend is looking at you, and get up. Time to face reality. As you make your way to the backstage to meet him, you start thinking. You still have that surreal, high on over-stimulation feel, but your thoughts start clearing up: this might be the worst time to do what you’re about to do. He had just won a match, almost single-handedly carrying his team, and his season was far from over. It would most likely break his spirit. But you just felt like being selfish… Once again. Feigning this much, you can't do it longer. There was nothing left anymore that made you want to stay, apart from the objectivity that Rin himself, is what anyone would wish for. Even that was obvious to you, but it wasn’t enough anymore. Nowadays looking at him is like looking at a dessert when you’re not hungry. You don’t even want it, it wouldn’t satisfy you. 

You feel the coldness of the metal stair rail you’re trailing your fingers on. It brings you to where you ought to go. “Y\N”. His voice is just as cold. You used to dig that, though. “I did good, didn’t I?” “You sure did”, you answer, looking at the floor. “Look Rin, there’s something I wanna tell you. I’m sorry for being brutal. I want us to break up”. 

The whole room paused. Oh yes, because at this point, I might as well do it in a room full of people. They were bound to find out anyway. Rin’s feeble smile totally faded. His mouth was even slightly opened from shock. “Le-let’s take this elsewhere”. Rin had put a serious face on and sharply grabbed your wrist, dragging you rather inconsiderately in the staircase. No one came here ever. The sound resonated so well, it was almost scary. If someone were to pass by, they would hear everything. “Why so sudden ?”

You were so ashamed. You frenziedly shook your hand off his grip, still looking at the floor. “I don't know. It’s been on my mind a while. It just took me some time to muster the courage”. Lies. “That’s odd. It’s selfish, but I wish you’d never told me”. Rin took his hand to your chin, raising your head up so you’d look him in the eyes. You tried to escape, and look left or right, but you felt emeralds piercing right through your eyes. You looked straight up. You were most definitely going to miss this perfect face. His cold hands and towering stature. “Tell me the truth now”. He commended and you obeyed, as always:

“I dont love you anymore”. You glossy lips rested pouty. It was almost criminal, saying this while staring at him dead in the eyes. He roughly let you go with a ‘tch’, making you lose your balance. “That’s it huh ?” His back was turned but you could feel the disappointment in his voice. Not sad, just let down by your lack of effort. He was right though, if you were to end it, you could’ve done it nicely. You didn't know what to do as he wasn't speaking anymore. “Are you okay with that ?” What stupid thing to say. You looked at him, waiting for an answer. “Okay. Let’s break up”. Rin finally turned to you. You felt your heart fall to your chest, so heavy. Why now ? You’d rehearsed this conversation over and over, you knew well you didn't have feelings for him anymore. So why is it hurting ? Why now ? Rin walked to what you thought was closer to you, but shifted before. He was going for the door. “Tomorrow, come pick up your stuff at my place. If you can’t, please text my maid, she’ll get it sent to your address”. You started feeling tears welling up and your throat itching. “Is that all ?” You got walking too, to reach Rin. 

Pushing Rin’s chest with both your hands, you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier. But he barely budged. Your voice cracked: “Come on, react ! I don't know, throw a fit, cry, disrespect me, act like you care ! Grab my shoulders and shake me, shove me to the wall !” You were totally breaking down. Tears were now rolling down your flushed cheeks, your hands were shaking, rested on his chest. 

“Is that wrong for me, to love you so much I'll accept everything you do to me ?”. You looked up, surprised to hear him answer. “If you want to break up, I'll accept, because I'd do anything and everything for you. I love you like that ! I’m so hurt but I'm trying to keep it cool so you don’t regret your decision. If you came to realize how terrible you’re treating me right now, you would feel bad. Let me pretend I'm the bad guy so you walk away with a clean conscience.” His words sunk into you. “What, did you, on top of treating me like this, expect me to plead with you to stay, to change your mind ? I’m all yours, but I'm no beggar.”

Rin finally pushed you off him, looking down on you. “It’s over, goodbye”. The sound of his voice and the door shutting closed resonated in the staircase. It felt so alone. You stood there shaking from the cold and crying. It might be better like this.

A\N: ngl, these are borderline corny, ooc, and took me way too long to write TT. Next time i'll write HC maybe. Advices anyone ?! not rly proud of these.

[solarwynd]

https://www.tumblr.com/beautifulpersonpeach/752621739906891776?source=share

LMAO. I was a Jikooker up until Seven era but I still lurked in Jikook blog spaces, and this person (Beautifulpersonpeach) has been one of those Jokers who are clearly biased towards JK and don't really give a damn about JM (although she was really good at pretending otherwise). Before NLG, she was always all praises for JK, his music and the direction he took with his career. She was one of the many Jokers who were making non-stop excuses for the JM sabotage and how JK was clearly benefiting off of it. This person was basically a diet JJK, I swear, but because she made sure to hype up other members, her "neutral" followers didn't realize that. She, along with Parkparkjeon, another Joker-but-JJK-diet-solo would always cry about how PJms are the worst solos the fandom has ever seen (sure)

But now..NOW she can speak ill about HYBE. Now she can say she doesn't like NLG just because JK also expressed his displeasure with the song. And she's basically saying GOLDEN was mid when she was screaming in text about how JK absolutely ate that November. Best believe had JK not said anything negative about the song that she would have been out here writing essays about how it's an underappreciated masterpiece🥱

Also look at the amount of comments on the post still coddling that joke of man, I can't. And I'm seriously still trying to find this "talent" they speak of😭

Jokers truly deserve the name

Pjms are always gonna be the worst solos to those types of jikookers and armys cause they’re the only set that don’t kiss JK’s ass or think he’s as great as everybody else paints him as. lmao

Using JK giving a disclaimer about how the song isn’t great as a launch pad to finally condemn Hybe is interesting to me though. Pretending to like all the decisions prior to now because they needed to make up for the fact that he intentionally gave up any artistic input in exchange for payola boosted super stardom will always be crazy. But now they’re trying to spin it like Hybe is completely at fault (despite JK having credits on NLG which means he took an active role in making that song bad 🥴) for everything now when they’ve spent a year praising the company for brining their JK being the chosen one fantasies to fruition.

But this is the common theme with all the JK biased/solos I’ve come in contact with. Putting him on a pedestal as the new main pop act while not liking any of the music he puts out. How does that work? Literally defeats the purpose of staning an artist. How do you think so highly of someone who’s below average as an artist but then when it comes to somebody who broke their back making sure their debut was actually quality make them an afterthought to that same person?

Trying to shift blame regarding JK’s disappointing solo run to anybody else but JK is just a way to uphold any semblance of hope that musically, things could turn around so they can give him credit if it turns out good. Nobody forced that man to do what he did, but because he has that image hybe and armys have cultivated for him they have to act like what he puts out matches the hype they’ve built up for him. I’ve said this before I’ll never lie and say that JK doesn’t have talent, but past singing technically well, there’s nothing else about him that goes beyond serviceable to me.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Dumb Ideas of Satoru Gojo

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x reader

Warnings: No Curse AU, fluff, attempt at humor, slight hurt/comfort, swearing, mention of lip fillers, Satoru being a dumbass.

Words: 640

Summary: Your silly boyfriend reacts to your lip job.

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"Baby, why are you wearing a mask at home?" Satoru frowns at you as you're already preparing to roll your eyes, knowing too well what's gonna follow in a second. Ain't no way your boyfriend just gonna leave you be, given he made it his life's purpose to goof around 24/7.

"It's fine," you assure him with a sigh as if it's going to keep Gojo from pestering you, but he's not having it, immediately appearing in front of you with a concerned look on his face.

"What's going on?" He demands abruptly, not lifting your mask off but blocking your way to the kitchen, nonetheless. "What happened to you?"

It would be sweet if you didn't know what would follow the moment you showed him your face. Honestly, if anything, Satoru is a caring boyfriend who does worry about you and your well-being, and you can't pretend like you hate it. However, today is definitely not one of those days when you need help, and it annoys you to no end that you have to show your lips to your boyfriend before he goes ballistic and starts calling ambulance, thinking someone hit you in the face.

"I just..." you awkwardly clear your throat, looking away as you touch your mask, pulling it down with reluctance, "had my lips done."

For a second, Gojo is stunned, looking at you with those unearthly blue eyes of his that make any girl swoon. He blinks, unsure if he heard you right, before his eyes land at your painfully swollen lips, and then you see it: his face contorts like he tries his best not to explode from laughter, shoulders already shaking as he watches you fumble with your shirt.

Asshole.

"Baby, what the..." he can't even finish the sentence, lips wobbling like he gonna burst any second, and you're already mad, putting your mask back on before you hear any more stupid comments. "What is this dumpling on your face?"

Huffing, you slap his shoulder, pushing him away, but Gojo is nothing if not persistent, immediately following you to the kitchen as he cackles behind your back.

"No, seriously, how did you even do this?" He snickers while you open the freezer to get an icepack, a murderous expression on your face. "Did they put bees on your lips?"

He then stops, his lips pursed dramatically into an "o" before he claps his hands in triumph. "Suguru just got into beekeeping! Maybe we can open a lip salon together!"

Your patience is running thin, and you're barely keeping it together, already thinking of beating your dumb boyfriend with an icepack in your hand if he won't shut up. Not that Satoru cares, driving you crazy before you finally snap and throw it at him as he giggles like a schoolgirl, successfully evading the first and the second icepacks, snickering his usual, "Yowai mo~"

He does help you to apply the third icepack, though, and kisses your temple as you seethe, fed up with his antiques, and then he says he's sorry because that's how most of your arguments end. Of course, he didn't mean to upset you. He never does. Laughing it off has been his strategy for the past 15 years or so, and he often reacts like this to anything that even remotely shocks him. It doesn't mean he's mocking you or the choices you make.

"You know I'm gonna love you the same with small or big lips, right?" Satoru asks quietly, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he's cuddling with you in bed, his hands warming up the small of your back. When you nod, he smiles, dropping the kiss to the tip of your nose before he says, "Listen, but about this bee startup idea..."

He may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight.

[bestworstcase]

Honestly still can't get over how you go into such well in-depth and coherent narrative deep dives! They're always such a joy to read ✨❤️ (I swear if I had your grasp of articulation I'd finally get around to polishing my note doc about Tang Sanzang/JTTW and how it relates to Starr Sanzang being the prime Summer Maiden candidate fsdf.).

ANYWAY. I just wanted to say that I didn't put two-and-two together about Alyx and Little being possibly connected until I read it in passing during one of your posts. Like after reading it, I stared at the ceiling for a few minutes as I wrapped my brain around it fsdf

It makes sense omg! Like of course Little could be Alyx in a new form!!! Alyx=Alice Liddell=Little!

I always thought that maybe Alyx was reincarnated into Juniper, because of the rabbit pin she wore + her hair tie, etc., yada yada.

And like yeah, sure Juniper is Jaune's companion, but:

-Little is implied to be a new/or a new version of an Ever Afteran since they have no purpose or even a name.

-They're scared if cats (I mean yes, they're a mouse, but Alyx was also killed by the Curious Cat, so ✨past life trauma ahoy!✨)

-They're also drawn to Ruby, who goes on a similar narrative journey to Alyx in the Ever After, while also acting as a guide for Ruby

-Which in by helping Ruby/guiding her, is in turn able to fulfil Alyx's desire of 'fixing everything she broke' (i.e. by being by Ruby's side until their 'death', they inadvertently lead Jaune to the Ever After Tree=allowing him to meet the Blacksmith, and then go home to Remnant.)

GAH! THAT THEORY MAKES SO MUCH SENSE. So, uh, apologies for the mini tangent, but just wanted to thank you for this unintentioned big brained moment! Now I'm gonna see V9 with a new perspective on my next rewatch! 🥰✨❤️

<3

there’s also this moment:

where the facsimile of penny’s sword manifested from ruby’s grief transforms into alyx’s dagger when little wakes up, and then as she lifts it up and tilts it toward little, the reflection of alyx’s face appears. it’s little’s reflection, just as the reflections of penny and summer are really reflections of ruby—her grief, her insecurities, manifesting as images of her fallen friend and her missing mother because she can’t recognize herself.

and then:

alyx lied -> little is a child playing pretend (“i’ll be your trusty guide!”)

alyx tricked the peddler -> little steals the jade mannequin for ruby

alyx cheated at the red king’s game -> little helps ruby play the prince’s game

the cat, on alyx’s book: “yes. oh, please! i simply must know more. what did she write about? how was i portrayed? and… do i smell a mouse?” <- the cat knows alyx didn’t write that book because they know they killed her and she ascended. the heart, as they say, very rarely forgets. thinking about alyx and lewis brings little to their attention—their heart knows who little used to be!

alyx broke her promise to the cat, and the cat killed her -> the cat betrays ruby in turn, and little bites them and goes you’re not a friend.

alyx wanted to go home no matter what -> little wants to help ruby get home no matter what

alyx acted selfishly but her dying wish was to help put things right -> little is a selfless but very helpless child who dies trying their best to help ruby -> they become somewhat, who is both selfless and able to take action to help others

alyx’s rabbit pin and narrative role as the white rabbit -> somewhat adopts juniper as their steed

also. the narrative makes a point of emphasizing that ruby didn’t see little in the tree, although we do see the blacksmith making their new face. but jaune does see alyx during the same time.

[powderblueblood]

You know what's just burrowed into my head? given how often poor Camilla was forced to say the word daddy on that show it made me picture lacy saying it to Eddie but in that I'm clearly making fun of you, I'm not into that stuff kind of way but he's our beloved pervy loserboy so of course he short circuits over it anyway. I hope she finds out just how much of a perv he can be now that they've done the do. I mean the whole thing with her pen in the very first chapter? and the shower scene when she had to stay over? I would love to know how she'd react

18+ MINORS DNI i accidentally went crazy on this? god bless you anon happy valentines day

l i t erally she is shoving eddie out the door of the newspaper room after a heavy makeout session where she's got him all wound up and whining on purpose, sing-songing something like, "c'mon, hurry up! everyone in the drama room is gonna be looking around that dungeon, wondering where-oh-where is daddy?"

and eddie just shoves himself between the jamb and the closing door (painfully, for a multitude of reasons) (reasons pertaining to his cock) and hits lacy with the prey animal stare.

"huh? come again?" you'd like that wouldn't you badum tsss etc

but lacy like, knows and like, eats it right up, the way she draws out every syllable with a dirty little mockery of a snarl.

"better run along now, da-a-addy."

eddie manages to wrangle her in for one last kiss, stomach all butterflies and dick all cardiac arrest, "i'm gonna get you for that," and lacy's squealing into his ear, "and your little kitty too! shit! evil!"

"first and last time you'll ever hear it, i guarantee you!" liar!

but, evil actually comes in the form of lacy lifting a pair of her panties from the glovebox of the van later that night.

"hello? have you been doing my laundry or what?"

eddie gets a laceful in the face as she flings them at him. immediate snow white blush on his cheeks, this guy, because he's still toeing the line of being a little bit of a pervert with her. testing the waters. though, she had perched in his lap and watched him jerk off the other day, after specifically asking to which naturally made him cum neatly under the runtime of zeppelin's dazed and confused.

i wanna see how you do it. how do you touch yourself when you're thinking about me?

and she'd been all sweet, tits out and skirt on, running her hand up his chest as he pumped his cock in his fist (he hadn't been allowed to touch her), telling him how pretty he was, how much she liked watching him make himself feel good. eyes never leaving him. studying him like SAT prep. not putting as much as a fingertip on herself, but squirming against his thigh.

this is about me, he realized, heart warming, dick throbbing. she wants to make it about me.

eddie had cum, and had possibly narrowly avoided a hemorrhage of the brain due to how fucking hot that was, and was soon springing to back to life in lacy's palm. she had that effect on him; just when he thought he was spent, boom, he is risen.

he needed a solid fifteen minutes to process the aftershocks after she rode him til both their eyes were streaming, lacy stroking his hair and pretending like she wasn't trembling as much as he was.

if that girl isn't careful. he swears to god. wedding bells. big 'uns.

but. anyway. panties. panties he had been actively using as a gag when he jerked off on the rare occasions she couldn't come meet him. sure. whatever.

"you must've left 'em here!" eddie shrugs (wide-eyed, beautiful, you know the vibes), tossing them back at her, to which lacy rolled her fanned-out mascara'd eyes.

"and walked around commando? when have you ever known me to do that, smartass?"

true. she liked making him take off her panties with his teeth too much, and he liked watching the way she slid them back on. that little jump she did that made her ass shake.

which could be a part of the whole stuffing them in his mouth thing. listen, he didn't have time to ruminate on it.

guilty as all hell, he shrugs again, slapping his hands on the wheel. but eddie's heart is like, hammering. was that a step too far? nabbing her panties out of her room the last time he'd snuck in there?

there's this silence in the van for a couple beats that he hates, even though lacy resumes looking for a tape in the glovebox she's probably never gonna find.

"you know," she goes, eyes downcast, "if you wanted to borrow a pair, you could've just asked."

a stutter in the air. she knows just how to make his record scratch.

"whassat now?" eddie leans in, gripping the steering wheel for dear life.

"you heard me," and her mercurial eyes flash at him, gaze drawing down his body in that way that makes him sure he knows what it's like to do heroin without ever having tried it.

"just, tell me if you ever wanna try 'em on," lacy smiles, and eddie smiles, and eddie also dies somewhat, "i wanna see how cute you look when you're hard in them."

and look, we haven't even begun to think about lacy's reaction the first time he jokingly calls her mommy.

[w3ath3r-0f-sw34t3rz]

lyrics that only a tortured poet could write

(pt 2)

i am someone who until recent events you shared your secrets with // and your location, you forgot to turn it off // and so i watch as you walk

old habits die screaming

i move through the world with a heart broken // my longing state unspoken // and i may never open up the way i did for you

you said i needed a brave man // then proceeded to play him // until i believed it too

was it hazing for a cruel fraternity? // i pledged and i still mean it

now i wanna sell my house and set fire to all my clothes // and hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons // even if i die screaming // and i hope you hear it

i hear the whispers in your eyes // i'll make you wanna think twice // you'll find that you were never not mine

pick your poison, babe, i'm poison either way

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leavin' here with you

wise men once said // "wild winds are death to the candle"

cross your thoughtless heart // only liquor anoints you // she's the albatross // she is here to destroy you

wise men once said // "one bad seed kills the garden" // "one less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen" // locked me up in towers // but i'd visit in your dreams

and when that sky rains fire on you // and you're persona non grata // i'll tell you how i've been there too // and that none of it matters

wise men once read fake news // and they believed it

spread my wings like a parachute // i'm the albatross // i swept in at the rescue

if you wanna break my cold, cold heart // just say, "i loved you the way that you were"

i changed into goddesses, villains and fools // changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules

down that passage in time back to the moment // i crashed into you, like so many wrecks do // too impaired by my youth to know what to do

could it be enough to just float in your orbit? // can we watch our phantoms like watching wild horses?

we hereby conduct this post-mortem

and so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

come one, come all // it's happening again

we learn the right steps to different dances

lost the game of chance, what are the chances?

guess who we ran into at the shops? walking in circles like she was lost // didn't you hear? they called it all off // one gasp and then: how did it end?

say it once again with feeling // how the death rattle breathing // silenced as the soul was leaving // the deflation of our dreaming // leaving me bereft and reeling // my beloved ghost and me // sitting in a tree // D-Y-I-N-G

i can't pretend like i understand ... i still don't know // how did it end?

i feel so high school every time i look at you // i wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

i'll drink what you think and I'm high // from smokin' your jokes all damn night // the brink of a wrinkle in time // bittersweet sixteen suddenly

are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me? // it's just a game, but really // i'm bettin' on all three for us two

i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind // people need a key to get to, the only one is mine // i read about it in a book when i was a precocious child // no mid-sized city hopes and small-town fears // i'm there most of the year 'cause i hate it here

i hate it here so i will go to lunar valleys in my mind // when they found a better planet, only the gentle survived // i dreamed about it in the dark, the night I felt like i might die

i'm lonely, but i'm good // i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine // i'll save all my romanticism for my inner life and i'll get lost on purpose // this place made me feel worthless // lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me // and in my fantasies, i rise above it

everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman // but she used to say she wished that you were dead

i wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool // i built a legacy that you can't undo // but when i count the scars, there's a moment of truth // that there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you

and maybe you've reframed it // and in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue // i don't think you've changed much

a feather taken by the wind blowing // i'm afflicted by the not knowing

i look in people's windows // transfixed by rose golden glows

does it feel alright to not know me? // i'm addicted to the "if only"

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope // a greater woman wouldn't beg // but i looked to the sky and said please

cards on thе table // mine play out like fools in a fable // oh, it was sinking in // slow is the quicksand // poison blood from the wound of the pricked hand

and i sound like an infant // feeling like the very last drops of an ink pen // a greater woman stays cool // but i howl like a wolf at the moon // and i look unstable // gathered with a coven 'round a sorceress' table // a greater woman has faith // but even statues crumble if they're made to wait // i'm so afraid i sealed my fate // no sign of soulmates // i'm just a paperweight in shades of greige // spending my last coin so someone will tell me it'll be okay

when the first stone's thrown, there's screamin' // in the streets, there's a raging riot // when it's "burn the bitch," they're shrieking // when the truth comes out, it's quiet

i was in my tower weaving nightmares // twisting all my smiles into snarls // they say, "what doesn't kill you makes you aware" // what happens if it becomes who you are?

they knew, they knew, they knew the whole time // that i was onto somethin' // the family, the pure greed, the Christian chorus line // they all said nothin' // blood's thick, but nothin' like a payroll // bet they never spared a prayer for my soul // you can mark my words that i said it first // in a mourning warning, no one heard

said you were gonna grow up // then you were gonna come find me // words from the mouths of babes // promises oceans deep// but never to keep

are you still a mind reader? // a natural scene stealer? // i've heard great things, Peter // but life was always easier on you than it was on me

we both did the best we could do // underneath the same moon // in different galaxies

and i won't confess that i waited, but i let the lamp burn

love's never lost when perspective is earned

forgive me, Peter, please know that i tried // to hold onto the days when you were mine // but the woman who sits by the window has turned out the light

and i can confirm she made // a curious child, ever reviled // by everyone except her own father // with a quite bewitching face // splendidly selfish, charmingly helpless // excellent fun 'til you get to know her

but as she was leaving it felt like breathing ... as she was leaving it felt like freedom

all her fuckin' lives flashed before her eyes // it feels like the time she fell through the ice then came out alive

and at first blush, this is fate // when it's all roses, portrait pose // Central Park Lake in tiny rowboats // what a charming Saturday // that's when she sees the littlest leaks down in the floorboards // and she just knows she must bolt

buried down deep // and out of your reach // the secret we all vowed // to keep it from you in sweetness

you got the dragonflies above your bed // you have a favorite spot on the swing set // you have no room in your dreams for regrets // (you have no idea) // the time will arrive for the cruel and the mean // you'll learn to bounce back just like your trampoline // but now we'll curtail your curiosity

i'm not a donor but i'd give you my heart if you needed it

and the years passed like scenes of a show // the professor said to write what you know // lookin' backwards might be the only way to move forward // then the actors were hitting their marks // and the slow dance was alight with the sparks // and the tears fell // in synchronicity with the score // and at last // she knew what the agony had been for

now and then i reread the manuscript // but the story isn't mine anymore

[joelslastofus]

[SUMMARY: PRE OUTBREAK: Joel pretends to be your boyfriend at a bar to stop your ex from harassing you.]

"Maybe seeing you with another man is what this asshole needs to see."

Joel and Julia

It was a Saturday night out with your friends at the local bar, you sat beside your bestfriend Ana talking about the hectic week you had. Tommy and his brother Joel sat at the booth with you running into other friends around the bar. You had known the brothers for a couple months now, having just moved into town Ana introduced you to them.

"Oh Shit, don't turn around." Ana whispered making you raise a brow.

"What?"

"It's John, he just walked in."

"Shut up, no he didn't." You responded in shock.

"I swear, I'm staring right at him. He's by himself looking around-"

"But don't stare at him either! That'll catch his attention!" Ana quickly looked away as Tommy and Joel noticed you both acting strangely.

"What's up with you two?" Tommy asked with a slight chuckle.

"Nothing-"

"Her ex boyfriend is here." Ana blurt out making you narrow your eyes at her.

"Hey, after what happened two weeks ago maybe it's better they know, Julia.." Ana shrugged as Joel took a sip of his beer.

"What happened two weeks ago?" He leaned forward as you sighed, why did Ana have to have such a big mouth.

"Nothing, Ana and I were having drinks here one night and he came up to me wanting to talk things out-"

"That asshole wouldn't take no for an answer." Ana cut in making you roll your eyes.

"Which one is he?" Joel asked looking towards the door.

"The one in the blue shirt," Ana answered for you, Joel noticed you staring straight down at the table noticeably uncomfortable.

"Well I'm gonna go use the restroom before he notices me, maybe hide in there" you spoke sarcastically. Quickly you stood up moving towards the back hoping you'd blend it through the crowd you stayed facing down. Joel watched as you made your way to the bathroom before looking back and noticing your ex boyfriend noticed you.

"Crap." Joel whispered.

"He just saw her walk into the bathroom"

"Great, he's never gonna give up," Ana looked up at John.

"He already looks like he's itching to say something to her." Joel watched as John didn't take his eyes off the door you had just walked into.

"Not if I can stop it." Joel unexpectedly stood up as Tommy raised his brows.

Standing by the bathroom door with his arms crossed Joel waited for you to come out. Just as you did you looked at him confused as he suddenly took you by your hand leading you out.

"What are you doing?" You whispered in confusion as he unexpectedly pulled you in close against him.

"Just go along with it," he whispered to you.

"Maybe seeing you with another man is what this asshole needs to see." You stood silent slowly dancing with him.

"Is he looking?" You asked softly against his ear.

"Mhm," Joel responded looking right at him.

"You gotta make it look more real, act like you want me woman." he whispered before taking both your arms and wrapping them around his neck.

"Oh-" his movements catching you off guard but you didn't mind it. Joel noticed John get visibly frustrated and chuckled.

"What?" You asked as you moved with him in rhythm.

"Nothing, I think I'm making your friend jealous." Joel laughed.

"You think so?" You asked with a smile.

"Watch this-" Joel unexpectedly turned you around pulling your back against him.

You laughed as you felt his face against yours, his warm breath on your neck.

"Let him watch you smile." He whispered before turning you back around.

"Well aren't you good at this," you bit your bottom lip. He chuckled with a slight groan and pulled you in close, his hand slowly creeping up your waist as you felt his lips close to your neck. For a moment you found yourself enjoying this moment with him forgetting the whole purpose of it. His fingers lightly brushing past your bare back that your top revealed sending shivers through your body.

"I don't know why I didn't think of this before." You sighed finding yourself more comfortable holding onto him.

"I mean...he should've just respected your choice," Joel responded.

"But maybe...maybe I just wanted an excuse to hold you." You found yourself looking up into his eyes, a brief glance at his lips. He smirked knowing exactly what you were thinking until you were startled by the voice of your ex.

"It's nice to see you, Julia." Joel's smirk quickly disappearing as he narrowed his eyes on John.

"I'm sure your friend wouldn't mind letting me borrow you for a dance-"

"Actually I would." The corner of his lip slightly curving as he pulled you beside him and placed his hand around your waist. Joels Texan accent could be heard slightly deeper when he became defensive, it was something you noticed. He kept you close leading you back to the table, you both sat down quietly as Ana raised her brows.

"What was that?" She asked looking back at John.

"He ain't gonna bother a woman out with her man." Joel took a sip of his beer winking at you as he did.

"Well that was a bright idea," Ana laughed as Tommy looked over at his brother.

"So you're her man now?" Tommy chuckled nudging him with his elbow. Joel only smirked, licking his lips as he looked up at you.

"I'll be whatever she wants me to be." His dreamy brown eyes making you blush before realizing John was still staring at you across the room. John wasn't going to give up that easily but neither of you knew what was in store.

[sserpente]

LOKI EPISODES 4 and 5, HOLY SHIT!

Let me tell you, this past week was insane! I did manage to watch Episode 4 last week but pretty much fell asleep straight after so I completely missed writing about Episode 4!

So let's talk about that one first before I lose my absolute shit at Episode 5!

As always, HEAVY SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!

So then... it is finally revealed that Ravonna had something to do with Kang before. I can't say I'm too surprised. And of course she would just kill a bunch of people to get her way.

Quite interesting how she pretended Loki was the villain this whole time when it's actually her. And don't even get me started on Brad!

I have a feeling we're gonna have a big confrontation in the final episode... but I'm getting ahead of myself--I am way too hyped now after Episode 5.

Now, I have to say, Episode 4 didn't have an awful lot of Loki in it, haha! But hells, did Episode 5 make up for that... DAMN!

The cliffhanger was something else. Obviously, the suspense wasn't one of "oh no, they're doomed and everyone's dead now" but rather "oh shit, how are they going to fix THAT?!"

Good thing it wasn't Loki who went out there... so much for spaghettification. So with that... let's move on to Episode 5 so I can lose my absolute shit!

The very moment O.B. mentioned that Loki might be able to control time slipping I was like 👀. I had a feeling where this was going but... patience, patience, patience.

I swear my poor heartbroken God of Mischief... the fact the timelines were all just evaporating was honestly scary. I mean, imagine your reality is falling apart and there is NOTHING left. NOTHING. And there's nowhere for you to go.

I thought it was convenient that Loki would show up in his friends' timelines until I realised there was a reason for that. Speaking of which... B15 was a doctor, aw! And Mobius finally has his Jetskis! And two sons?! GODS! I hope that they'll be able to combine their TVA life and their timeline life. There's gotta be a way, right?

But to be fair... Casey didn't wanna go back to prison (did you hear him say "they're gonna gut us like fish" I was cackling), Mobius loves jetskis but doesn't seem to be 100% fulfilled with this job... O.B. is a writer who's trying to make it (I felt that) and I guess... you could say B15 has great purpose as a doctor but still! So... I'm still with Loki, they did have a purpose at the TVA and it should be their choice.

I totally love the conversation between Loki and Sylvie here and the fact that she admitted that she's selfish. Is Loki selfish too? Yes and no. Yes, he wants his friends back. But why? Because he CARES about them. And because he knows that most of them aren't actually as happy as they should be in their timelines. Also, naturally, if he doesn't fix this, then all of reality will evaporate so his argument is quite valid.

I swear when he said "where do I belong then"... I was SO DAMN CLOSE TO TEARS. I just wanted to HUG him so bad! Because it's true, isn't it? Loki has no timeline to go back to. He can't just show up in Asgard and pretend like nothing ever happened. But a life like the one Sylvie thinks she's happy with, working at McDonald's? That's not it for Loki, we all know that! I swear... by the end of Season 2 it will be official that he found his glorious purpose!

I mean... just the fact that he was willing to give it all up alone... to let Mobius and everyone else go back to their timelines... NO ONE DARE SAY HE IS A VILLAIN EVER AGAIN, OUR PRECIOUS BABY!

I know I said we don't need Loki to be a self-righteous hero and we don't but the character development in this episode, the reflection of what's been going on with him... SO DAMN GOOD! It's proof that Loki has a good heart, honestly! I mean... we knew that already, it's not the first time we saw it on display but still... awww!

So what's next? Loki, the lord of time... I mean, I'm sorry... did he just become the most powerful being in the MCU?! JUSTICE FOR LOKI AT LAST! I WAS SCREAMING LET ME TELL YOU!

I was hoping for something like that so bad and now here we are! With how things are working out right now, I have a feeling it won't be long until Loki is back in the main MCU timeline and the ultimate force in the final battle against Kang!

[astrowaffles]

34 headcanons for 34 years

gojo is so fucking old you guys

Megumi taught Gojo swear words, not the other way round. Gojo had a very posh sheltered childhood while Megumi practically grew up on the streets, after all

Gojo & Shoko had a 'if we're still single at 30, let's hunt each other for sport' pact, which lead to him having a panic attack when Shoko gifted him a knife for his 30th birthday. She gave him it on purpose

Nanami once tried to teach Gojo to cook, only to give up 2 minutes in as Gojo tried to explode the oven with his mind (he nearly managed it)

Gojo HAS to match pyjamas with someone over Christmas. It's like a need. It's usually Megumi, but in the past he's roped in Shoko, Geto, Haibara, Utahime, Inumaki, Panda, and even Yaga. This year it's gonna be all the first & second years in a HUGE pyjama party

Shoko once got him in a headlock and nearly killed him. Since then, Gojo has never trusted infinity properly

Gojo likes to act like Itadori is his biological son who he birthed. It's gone so far that Itadori is actually questioning if it's actually true

Nobara spends so much of Gojo's money that he opened a separate bank account for her so she has pocket money

The other kids do get pocket money, but it's like 50p a week

In his free time, Gojo hangs out with Shoko. Yeah, in her lab. He likes to sit on the dissecting table and swing his legs like a little kid

Every year, Shoko makes Gojo a paper crown to wear on his birthday and then rips it up at the end of the day. she uses the shreds to help pack next year's present

Gojo's favourite story is peter pan. He was once given tickets to see it on stage and he literally burst out crying and didn't stop for a week

Gojo refuses to celebrate his birthday until his birth hour, 7am. However, he insists on a separate marking of the occasion for 7am in every time zone. Nearly every hour on his birthday requires a party popper and lots of screaming

If it snows on his birthday he will lie in the snow for hours on end, and then complain that he's cold like it isn't literally his fault

Gets his nails done every valentine's day, and has since roped in literally everyone to this tradition so there's like a week where everyone has pink nails

Insists his eyelashes are naturally long and beautiful. Applies lash serum as often as physically possible without his eyelashes falling out

professional ice skater. professional everything, actually, but sometimes he pretends he isn't so someone else can have some time to shine

likes to listen to controversial (read: conservative and probably misogynistic) news channels. and then blow them up

wears high heels on completely random days

The first years once tried to prank him with a trip wire. Gojo, being the drama queen he is, just floated over it, but didn't insist they take the wire away. They found out why when they all tripped over it the next day, having forgotten it was there T-T

bought beanbags for Megumi's room, not because he particularly favours Megumi, but because the other first years like to hang out in there, so it's basically treated like a common room (he does favour Megumi tho)

Organised a brilliant Christmas play featuring him as Santa, the students as reindeer and Shoko as the special effects for the chimney

Insists on singing hymns every day in December, despite being as atheist as they come. he just likes the tunes

Likes to ruffle students' hair. This has given him five black eyes, nine stubbed toes and one broken pinky, but he still won't stop

Favourite number is 7, and favourite time of day is 12:03

"Favourite colour? I love all the colours! ... Did no-one tell you I'm a bit rainbow myself..?"

Has twelve instagram accounts that all list his job as "stay at home mom"

Terrified of dogs; Megumi found this out aged about 11, and has made very good (evil) use of it since

Clear phone case with an origami heart someone-or-other made him a long time ago; debating switching it to a polaroid Shoko took of them both losing at a bowling alley

Likes to think he keeps up with the times and is super young, when in reality he types with his index fingers, zooms in on everything, and has his brightness at 80% minimum

Claims he will never need glasses because of the Six Eyes. Holds books very close to his face because "all books nowadays are printed so blurrily"

Has heart shaped sunglasses for special occasions

Rizzes up cashiers in order to get a discount (he's a billionaire)

OBSESSED with making powerpoints about useless stuff. "assigning my friends as stationary :3" etc etc

Allergic to tinsel, or so he claims. Literally has tinselitis

[lollahazadi]

Zeb x Y/N (Your Name)

It's been days since you were on a mission with Sabine in search of clues in favor of the rebellion at the request of Hera. Days eating portion, days not seeing the others on the team and especially not seeing Zeb. Your lasat friend who you cherish and you wonder if he's okay, if he's on truce with Ezra and Chopper (you made the humanoid swear not to get into friction with the two in your absence and that he needed to channel his anger with other things).

On the planet where you and your Mandalorian friend were, it was dawn, around 2:35 am. You were the only one awake on that starry night, you rolled on your inflatable mattress from right to left, you played a trick on your body, closing your eyes and no sleep came. With his insomnia and his holocommunicator, he decided to give his favorite lasat a call (at least as far as you know, he was the only one in the galaxy as that living species).

***

In the room where there was a fifteen-year-old blue-haired boy sleeping peacefully with ear plugs, without it, it would be humanly impossible for Ezra to resist the nocturnal snoring and grunts of his chubby and purple friend. Zeb slept like a giant baby. Until his holocommunicator dances to the touch on top of the bedside table, forcing him to wake up from his pleasant sleep, his eyes opened very unwillingly and he stretched in the bunk, looked up and realized that the boy did not seem to be bothered by the call from the device and soon he could see why. "Karabast…" he mumbled cracking his back feeling flustered "It's 2:37am, who's gonna want anything at that time???" When he dragged himself over to the dresser he saw that the call belonged to none other than you. Without delay he answered quickly and eager to listen, since it had been a while since they had looked at each other's faces. her small body casts a bluish tint in the transmission, leaving Zeb with what looked like a frown, now turned into a smile.

"Hi Zeb! Goodnight, did I… wake you up?" you wanted to know shy. Zeb responds promptly avoiding embarrassment. " Hello Y/n ! Karabast, Good to see you! "Garazeb say with happiness notorius, make you look him and smiles and roll your eyes " Don't worry about it Y/n, actually I wasn't even sleeping" . You knew it was a lie and you stare at him pretending to be serious. "Garazeb…?". you stare at him wanting the unvarnished truth. Zeb is nervous with her gaze that looked deep into him, he found her eyes beautiful and inviting, like a sweet one-way dive, but they weren't so attractive when the purpose was to extract the truth.

"Don't look at me like that…please" Zeb begged with his ears drooping and teeth grinding. "If you really haven't slept, why is there drool in the corner of your mouth, is your beard wrinkled and your eyes are droopy?" You asked denouncing him, he awkwardly wiped spittle with the back of his hand and quickly straightened his beard. "Okay, okay, I guess I really was sleeping" he scratched his head confessing. "and I was sleeping well by the way, I needed it for a while, you know. A lot on my mind, you know how it is, me here, you there, wondering if you're okay, if you're happy or if you need something, hungry or …" He says with a short laugh. You are moved and laugh: "Oooown Zeb, you miss me do you?" you question. Embarrassed Zeb tries to formulate: "uh..eh… also, bu-but… Ah, you know that, don't you? you're one of us, you're part of the family and…you're missed, it's normal."

" Oh Zeb, I'm very happy that you think so, but you forgot that Sabine is with me" you laugh " You mean that I miss her more? that I'm more important ?" You play with Zeb's head, the poor guy takes it seriously and still responds "No! I'm not disrespecting Sabine, you're twisting my words…" "So tell me what I didn't understand" you were curious "Explain it to me" you laugh, Zeb says: "You are different, I can talk to all of you, but you in particular, I feel that I can trust you deeply, we can talk nonsense together, share secrets, do you understand me?" you kindly answer "Of course I understand Zeb, I know that you don't discredit any of us and I also feel that I can trust you with whatever I need" You smile at each other as Zeb stares at your silhouette from head to toe remembering how beautiful you are and always missed giving you a hug or your shoulder, touching you in any way.

You look back at him and remember that you always felt protected with Zeb's size, when he used his body as a shield to save you from gunfire, or explosions or even his own hug was enough. Do you want to know the good news: "So Zeb? Is everything okay out there? Are you managing to manage without two less?" "Oh, so far so good Y/n. Nothing unusual, Chopper is the same insufferable trash can, Hera and Kanan are taking care of everything as usual and Ezra, Ah, Y/n, believes he bought ear plugs with Vizago? Said I snored like a Bantha and that I was keeping him awake, I almost choked him…" "Zeb… what did I say about not messing with Ezra?" "I know I know, it's because sometimes he ask to have a missing skull or a one-way ticket to the other side, if you know what I mean?" You laugh: "Zeb, killing Ezra won't help anything, you know. Just let him go and stay calm and do your things, okay?" Zeb groans and agrees "Okay, I'll try not to squash him in a thousand. How about you guys, are you okay there?" "Okay, we're at full steam around here, or we were since it's dawn and Sabine is sleeping, nothing unusual here" You finish with a yawn, indicating that it's time to rest." Well, I'm going Zeb, I could stay here all night with you, but I'd fall asleep on the floor."

"All right, you need to sleep, I need to sleep hehe" Zeb says and says goodbye to you "Good night, sleep well and any insomnia, you may be calling me" "Thanks Zeb, if you need me I'll be here too" You smile "Goodnight, see you all soon and especially see you Garazeb soon." You blink before hanging up.

Zeb lets out a smile as he puts the holocommunicator on top of the bedside table, he lies back down until he gets into a comfortable position to sleep the rest of his night. He finds that Ezra is still sound asleep, not even the light from the device bothers him. Then Zeb closes his eyes and naturally his desire to sleep appears and he could take advantage of the remaining hours to rest.

[woodypellets]

Tickle dream?

Ok so yesterday I had a tickle dream(not sure how or why)

but basically it was abt my oc so i thought, "Hey why don't i write this down?" soo doing that now

But since i never talk abt my oc lemme do a quick explaining

Alco: A female ghost, doesn't have left eye ball. The most sensitive on both physical and mental out of the group. after death doesn't really remember how she died. Looks more like a fox puppet rip off, but doesn't have button eyes, strings and less color. Pretty tall, and is the oldest out of all, she also has this big smile on her face. Has always been the ler mind some how at first. she always act very...mysterious. Her limb can bend different ways and has a good poker face. Talks with a voice box so her voice is kinda cracky.

Deen: the middle child, the brother of Alco and Ashley(they aren't bio related tho). This...is zombie boi, he usually is in his illusion disk to look human, he has purple and white hair which makes him very special(also why I personally like him a lot :D) not the brightest of all but has a very...interesting humor. he's teasy brother type, but when he is working he really just need a little, maybe a tickle break?

Ashley: The youngest sibling, acid monster? The thing i like abt her is her little mint gloves, that's it. Half blind, Alco's bio sister. she can't feel the sense of touch but still has some interest in tickling. That one always nice nice sibling, yes. uhhh did i say she was half blind yet? Oh ok.

ft. lee!Alco, ler!Deen(a side character) and ler!Ashley Warning: this is a sfw tk fic, bad grammer

EK HEM- ~narrator moment~

"And you said this is gonna...what?" ask the ghostly girl.

"Ohhh it's just gonna do a quick scan on you so your illusion disk can look more like you!" Answered her younger sister.

"And to be scanned you'll be lining riiiight there!" she said as she pointed to a top bunk bed which they are sitting under (and i swear i have never in my life seen that bed before) ".

"And what is he doing here?" Alco gave a ✨bombastic side eye✨ to the boy next to her munching on who knows what.

"Oh I'm just here to watch. :3 " Deen exclaimed shaking his feet like a 4 years old.

"Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit!" Ashley sai- "i think." ...she muttered. "whats ya say?"

"OH NOTHING. Lets gets started!"

"Okay??" Alco said with a slight questionable look.

Alco then...idk just lay down there ig, then Ashley and Deen looked at the monitor (wonder where that come from).

As Alco was laying there two hands appeared above her (btw Ash and Deen can't see what's going on up there) making her a little nervous, but everything was chill when it started scanning slowly from top to bottom in one go. But! the silence didn't last that long until...

"hm" a small high pitched noise that is almost unherdable came out of Alco.

"huh?" Ashley confusingly looked at her.

"Oh nothing, just felt it was too silence like no one was here~"

Good thing Alco had a very strong poker face, or those stubby hands holding her arms would've already make her giggle like crazy!

"Ok...? we'll just continue the-"

"AH"

"...are you ok?" Ashley asked

"yehes" Alco stuttered out letting a few giggles slip out.

"...drama?" Deen being Deen ig :/

So they all pretend that didn't happen, but Ashley did have a little suspicion (insert among us remix).

Although Alco was good at hiding her expression but it wasn't long before she had fallen in to small giggle fits when the scan hands started scanning/touching her tummy.

"hehehhehehaha Nohohoo!" Alco giggled out squirming a little.

"Uhh what's going on up there? Everything alright?" Ashley checked one more time to make sure if her theory was correct (IS JUST A THEORY, A GA- no we're not doing that.)

"YES, Im sureEheh" Alco struggled a bit while giggling it out, as the fingers slowly moved on her.

But at this point it looked like the scan hands were doing it on purpose! It twirled and twisted her hips and belly as if it was trying to squeeze all the butterfly giggles out of her, which most definitely made her flail like crazy despite that most of her sensitive parts the middle areas.

So covering her mouth trying hard not to move so much just to get this over with, the hands danced to her knees.

…ticklish knees much?

"EEEHEEH-" Looks like it made our little Coco here shriek! But somehow, Ashley did not make a peep. As if she didn't hear a thing, but after the first experience I'm pretty sure we all know what's going on here ;) or...do we?

"...a puzzled void noise..." Yes, Deen still didn't know what was going on after all that, but slowly picking up some stuff.

"hM...pff..." Alco tried to speak but she couldn't even talk without letting out a squeal and a giggle in it. Biting her lips, she wanted to kicked those hands of but GOD those hands are strong one holding both of her ankles one scanning tickling her legs.

"Uhuhhm, Ahahshly is this Ahall most ohohver?"

Ashley replied to her question still playing along, "oh stop being a whiney baby, yes its almost over just. Just about to finish up the last part."

Through her giggles, the scanning finally stopped.

"Phew" Finally thinking that the ticklish feeling stopped, she sat up rubbing her cheeks brushing the blush on her cheeks. But suddenly...

"Ok onto the 'finish up' we go!" Ashley called out.

"Wait huh???" Before Alco could even react, the two scan hands flipped her over (idk how flip, like an egg I guess) scanning from bottom to top.

Now the thing is, all of Alco's tickle spots happen to be right behind her. Her spine, her shoulder lines, heck even he back of her head is a weak spot!

"whA-W-WHAIT! Now i don't think i need this illusion disk scan anymore, hhaha. I thinK it's PREtty fine the wAHAy it is right now! HEHE." Alco couldn't help but let out her wobbly smile.

"oh is that so, hm? Welp, can't stop what ya started!" With no regret while saying that.

"NO-" Not even letting her finish her sentence two more hand (fr I have no idea where that came from-) holding her arms down incase she tries to get up. The other two free hands went up to the lower part of her back and just look at the next part alone you can tell how bad that was XD

"NOHO WAIT, STAHAHP PLeaHESE HEHE THaT tICKLES EEP!!" She couldn't help but flail like a fish out of the water.

"Oh does it now? I never knew! Guess you'll have to just endure it then~" Ashley told her with a slight taunt-ish tone.

"EHEHVIHEL EviL HEHEHE" she laught out loud. "ThiS IS TERRIBLEHEHE!" pushing her face into a pillow hiding her pink and blushy face

"well if you think THATS terrible then wait for this!" Her brother Deen giggled alone as the hands moved up to her neck and the back of her head.

At this point Alco was going hysterical was kicking, twiching and clawing on the bedsheet, hmm maybe it was a little to overwhelming for her. But hey! Atleast she was having fun ;)

"TIHIME OHOHUHTT NOHOHO MOREHEHE NOMORENOMOREPLEASE HAHAHA."

"Ok just gonna finish this up...there!" Ash said as she turned of the scanner.

"you good there Al? you seem a little giggly ;)" Deen teased.

while on the other hand, "not.*hic* fuhnny..." Alco replied to him.

ANND THEN I WOKE UP :D

thats it

[palialaina]

Welp.

Jel caught me.

And I can't even blame Reth.

Jel got worried when I didn't come see him, so he came to see me instead. He was more sort of... resigned-amused than upset though. I think he's getting used to me being a little bit reckless?

Whatever it was, he was very attentive, and didn't want to leave when it got late, and I won't pretend I didn't encourage him to stay. He was really sweet and read to me until I was able to fall asleep. And he even left me some breakfast.

And sort of an existential crisis, but I think that's just going to be life with him as a partner, isn't it?

He really does not think about phrasing when he writes in a tizzy. It's adorable, if I'm being honest, but sometimes, I swear. He's only kissed my cheek, the one time! Right after a hard day's labor, so I was all kinds of gross too. Ugh.

I adore him so much.

I wasn't really feeling my best, but I want to see if I could help him figure out a solution (and remind him that he doesn't need to be vain. Wrinkles are a sign of a life well lived! He cares enough to worry!), and instead he apparently tricked me into making a romance token. I... think I understand this thing. I think this makes us an official couple? Which...

I mean, it makes me happy, but also, I don't like that he used his current family strife to do that. Mn. And if Sifuu hadn't said something, I'd never have known, and then I'd feel really cranky.

I... the indirectness bothers me. But he did own up that he thought his oldest sister was doing everything on purpose and there wasn't much to be done about it other than muscle through.

I don't know that I like his family all that much, if his oldest sister is going to act like that. Jel always says he's grateful to have grown up with so many strong ladies, but it feels... I dunno. It feels like they're not quite as wonderful as he wants them to be.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it. He doesn't really talk about them too much. More focused on being able to put his family name on the clothing he makes, I guess. Silly boy.

Admittedly, after that, I told him I needed to go to Bahari for oysters, and he insisted on coming with me so that I didn't risk another sunburn. I told him it was going to involve a lot of wading in the water and sand and muck, and he told me that any time he spent with me, not matter how messy, was perfect.

Seriously. He's gonna be the death of me. How can he say that with a straight face???

But he came with, and he carried a parasol, and I ran around like a fiend trying to get as many oysters as I could so I could pop the meat into the glow worm farm! I don't think he was really prepared to try and keep up with me, even with me feeling weaker than usual, but he tried. He did, at one point, try to catch something himself. Poor dear ended up soaking wet, but he was laughing when I went to make sure he wasn't hurt.

I don't know that he'll do it again, mind you. We did quite ruin that outfit. But it was... it was nice that he was willing to do that. Just to help me.

Kilima really is just like that, I guess. Auntie Dal sent me another blueberry pie for the blueberries I got from my garden for her, Jina keeps giving me new books to read (though Caleri still eyes me like I'm going to throw one into a lake. Jeez...), and Dad even came by with some leftover soup and told me I needed to stop weeding and come eat something.

Everyone here, from the grumpiest person to the nicest is just... wonderful.

I suppose I can only hope that they like me too...

[agentsterling]

Sterling had always chained certain days of the year with events in his life. It didn't matter how long ago the event had taken place. It didn't matter that it was just another day for everyone else. In his heart that day had one meaning and one meaning only for the rest of his life. As much as he liked to pretend his past was his past and it didn't matter anymore he was obliviously ruled by it, making himself his own torturer. He would see the day marked on his calendar and his mind and his heart would return to it years earlier and would remain there until it ended. It was something he was working desperately to get over in regards to August and the anniversary of his torture. Today, however, was a different memory. A different pain.

He looked at the calendar and sighed heavily as he rubbed his face with both hands. Ara was in her high chair clumsily eating Cheerios that were scattered on the tray before her, oblivious to her father's plight.

"Abby can't make it tonight so it's just gonna be us and Aimee." He said to his wife as she bustled around the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"Did you remember to send the flowers?" Chen asked from the stove.

"Called last week and set it up. He should get them today."

It was tradition, after all. Even during the blip Aimee had kept it up. It was the one family tradition she could still do without her siblings present. Flowers for the man who had pulled their mom and sister from the wreckage of that old car seemed like such a small thing but when Aimee had lost everything it gave her purpose. She was the only one left to do it. She couldn't let her brother and sister down, right?

"I don't even really know how to calculate how long it's been." Sterling said quietly to himself, staring at the wall. "For the world it's been 21 years but for me it's been 16." He wondered if it would hurt less if he had those additional 5 years the blip had robbed him of to mourn, to move on, but seeing Aimee this day every year he assumed not. Maybe time heals all wounds but losing a parent young didn't feel like healing.

She wasn't a perfect mother but she was his.

He missed her.

"Feels like an eternity."

Chen put on her most sympathetic expression, wiped her hands on a kitchen towel, and walked over to her husband. Without a word she ran her hands up his back and rested then on his shoulders, rubbing them gently. She felt the tension melt from him at her touch and he tilted his head toward her to affectionately rest his forehead against her cheek.

"You always know what to say." He whispered sweetly to her.

"I didn't say anything." She whispered back.

"You don't need to." Sterling took a deep breath before turning his head to kiss her cheek. "I'm gonna be late for work."

"No one would blame you if you were."

"Yeah, but they tend to send swat teams when I don't show up."

"Get the fuck out of my house." All joking aside, Chen switched instantly to a stern voice.

"Ohhh, are you sure?" Sterling teased. "I'm feeling frisky. One round before I go? I'm soooo sad!"

"Get OUT!" Chen shoved him playfully toward the door. "I don't need Mason sending his damn team again. I'll start swingin', I swear."

Sterling laughed, despite the grim day she was referencing, and leaned over to kiss their daughter. He gave her soft black hair a quick ruffle before kissing his wife again, longer this time.

"I love you."

"You'd better." She whispered back against his lips. And just for good measure, she slapped him on the ass on his way out.