#trying kombucha for the first time

[theygender]

I may be considering the crime of... Getting a business degree 🤢

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Aldi’s non-alcoholic ginger beer is everything I hoped whiskey would taste like before I got horribly disappointed.

[odetodreamers]

i got a matcha pink drink from starbucks this morning, and the amount of looks that i got...like i get it, it looks like mossy pond water 💀 but it tastes great

[jsprnt]

you and your boyfriend fight about how much less time he’s been spending with you

jude bellingham x reader

A/N: first jude one-shot after writing a 16 part series of him, let’s go!! based on this request!!

W/C: 1.936

"where are you going? you told me you were off today..”

you say, brows furrowed as you look up from your laptop. you're greeted by an obviously frustrated-looking Jude, dressed up and ready to go out.

"I am off today. I'm about to head out with the guys.." he says, opening the fridge, sticking his hand out, and grabbing a cold bottle of kombucha.

"oh.." you trail off, eyes gliding back to your laptop screen, words dancing on your word document.

you'd been fully focused on writing your essay for your university class. school had kept you incredibly busy lately, and you had only a matter of a couple months left before you could finally graduate.

jude had also been very busy with his career. long hours of training, his matches out of the country, keeping him from spending time with you.

you had found it difficult to even sit and talk together for more than an hour, because either you had to work on something for university, or jude needed to go out for his work.

you had not told him yet, but it drove you absolutely insane. before you both had moved to madrid for his career, you had a fair amount of time to spend with each other , but now that he'd transferred to real madrid- even a moment together felt impossible...

unbeknownst to you, you clench the pen in your hand tightly, trying hold yourself back from spitting out absolute nonsense.

your eyes flicker back to the kitchen when you hear jude rummage through the kitchen cabinet.

"what're you doing?" you ask, sucking in a breath, and getting off the chair you’re sitting on. walking over to him, and leaving your laptop behind on the dinner table.

"looking for a bottle opener.." he mumbles, opening a few drawers halfway, before closing them haphazardly.

"it's in the third one.." you mumble, mood noticeably down, as you open the drawer and hand him the silver bottle opener. 

"here.." you say, snarky tone slipping, even though you try your best to suppress it.

"what's up with you?" jude asks, opening his drink with a 'pop', before pouring the contents of the bottle into a glass. 

"nothing.." you mumble, not daring to look him in the eye, knowing you'll explode in frustration if you do.

"you're definitely hiding something.." he says, chugging his drink down, before slipping his phone into his back pocket, indicating he's about to leave.

the action triggers you instantly, and you look up, your eyes burning holes into his face.

"can you just go already? you're so eager to leave, just like every off day you've had for the past month.." you spit, fingers gripping the kitchen counter, as a scowl is plastered across your face.

jude pauses for a second, eyes widening for a moment, before he looks at you with furrowed brows.

"what are you on about? can I not enjoy my day off with my mates or something?" he asks, voice clearly upset. his brum accent is thick, annoyance showing as wrinkles etch into his forehead.

“no, it’s not like you’ve spent every single fucking day off with them or anything…” you raise your voice slightly, frustration rising up and making your face hot.

you knew that you’d messed up by raising your voice, but the amount of both sadness and aggravation that had been building up in your heart for the past month needed an outlet.

channeling your emotions into a proper conversation was definitely better, but jude wasn’t a clueless teenage boy anymore.

there’s absolutely no excuse for him to not realize how much time he’d been spending out of the house. neglecting his relationship- partially to both work obligations, and his own decisions to go out on his off days.

“really? you’re actually going to tell me how I should spend my days off? like I haven’t busting my arse to train, to be in top shape for the euros?”

the frown on jude’s face deepens, and his hands fall to his side. annoyance written all over his handsome face.

“oh, please. go ahead and think of why I’m saying this. use your brain for a second and think for me, yeah?” your voice is full of venom, and you turn around, slippers hitting the floor as you make your way up the stairs. leaving your boyfriend in the kitchen.

a scoff falls from his lips, absolutely astonished by the harsh words you’d spat. in the three years of your relationship- you’d never exchanged any harsh words like this before..

yes, you fought and had disagreements with each other, like many healthy couples. but, it had never gotten to the point of any of you using condescending tones and sharp words.

from the beginning of your relationship, communication and understanding were always important values for you both. though with how busy the both of you had been lately, you barely had any proper conversations, let alone upkeep the values, that kept you so connected to each other.

“y/n!” jude calls out, placing his half-full glass next to the sink, before dashing up the stairs, behind you.

“where do you think you’re going? hey, finish the conversation!” he says, grabbing onto your hand, before you can enter your shared bedroom, and can slam the door in his face.

“you don’t even care about what I say- so what’s the point? we’ve practically been ignoring each other for the past few- whatever weeks! and now you decide, ‘let me spend the day off with mates, and not my girlfriend- who I’ve been neglecting for so long’.”

you take a deep breath, trying to control your breathing as you spill all your thoughts and emotions.

jude’s body goes rigid, the grip on your hand slipping away. making your hand fall back against your side. his thoughts and rationality swirl through his brain, and he can only let out a sigh.

“you know, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just trying to have some fun, am I not allowed to have fun?” the words spill from his mouth before he can register them fully, and he almost clasps a hand to his mouth.

the words raise your blood pressure, and you feel the urge to scream at him becoming bigger.

“of course, being with your girlfriend of three years is so boring.. you need a new bitch to entertain you, so can have your ‘fun’. you don’t need a girlfriend who’s moved her entire life for her boyfriend. moved universities, left family behind- okay, jude.”

your breath hitches, tears of both anger and sadness threatening to fall. wet eyes staring up at your boyfriend’s chocolate brown ones.

“y/n-”

he begins, but you don’t spare him a single extra look, before stepping into your shared bedroom, and slamming the door in his face.

“leave..” you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear.

you jump into your bed, bringing the covers up to your chest and place your head on your pillow. jude’s side empty, just like it had been often lately.

you rub your eyes, allowing the tsunami of tears to overtake your emotions. crying for minutes on end.

you feel both relieved and horrible. glad you could finally let the emotions eating up at you, for the past few weeks out. horrified, because you had just both yelled at your boyfriend and accused him of doing the most trust-breaking thing ever..

you sob until your eyes are red, and swollen. eventually falling asleep from exhaustion and energy loss.

you only wake up a couple hours later, feeling something cold and wet on your skin, mainly your forehead. opening your eyes, you’re immediately greeted by jude, sat next to you on the bed.

his eyes are mirroring yours, swollen and dark circles more pronounced than ever.

it’s obvious he’d been crying, and his attire had changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt.

he hadn’t gone out..

you shift your head away from his touch, only to realize he’s holding a wet cloth to your forehead.

“baby..” he breathes out, concern etched into his face, he leans down. other hand placed on your cheek. you don’t respond, waiting for your boyfriend to speak first.

“you’re burning up..” he finally says, lifting up the cloth before dipping it into a bowl on your nightstand. he squeezes the water out, wiping down the rest of your face, before placing the white cloth back onto your forehead.

“and- I’m sorry, I just need you to know that, while I try to keep your fever down. I’m sorry, darling. we’ll talk about it in a minute, I promise. you just let me take care of you..” he trails off, thumb caressing the soft of your cheek, before wiping down your face again.

“I’m- I have a fever?” you finally say, shifting and trying to sit up.

“yeah, must be from all the stress or something..”

the words are said quietly, laced with guilt and an apologetic tone.

it doesn’t take much longer, and you’re almost feeling suffocated due to the tense and awkward atmosphere. having enough, you bring your hand up to grab onto jude’s hand, stopping him mid-wipe.

“jude..” you begin, sitting up quickly, before he makes you lay back down. you grab the cloth out of his hand, throwing it into the bowl next to you.

“I’m sorry as well..” you can already feel the tears prickle in your eyes, and you clench your jaw, making your temples hurt.

“I yelled at you instead of talking normally, and- accused you of-”

you choke on your sobs, not being able to finish your sentence, before you feel jude’s strong arms wrap around your back.

he brings you closer, slightly cold hands touching your burning skin.

“no, I’m sorry, baby- don’t you apologize, hm..” he presses multiple kisses on your temple, fingers running up and down your back.

he allows you sob into his broad chest, touch and words comforting.

“I know you and I were super busy. but- I should’ve put in more effort to make plans, or even just make sure I gave you the attention and love you deserve, I’m sorry darling,.” his brum accent whispers into your ears, and you slowly calm down, hearing his words- made your feelings, feel valid.

“I unconsciously thought you’d be busy, so I made plans immediately without thinking of anything else..” he explains, hands running up and down your arms, finally rubbing circles on your elbows.

“I will never, ever in my life- for any other breath I take, hurt or ignore you like this..”

“I don’t ever want to make you feel unwanted or unloved. I love you baby, I’ve loved you since the moment you caught my eye..”

he leans back, wiping the remaining tears on your face, coming closer to place a kiss on your lips. not caring about the fact that you are sick..

“you got that, darling?” his voice sounds like honey, and you can feel your tears drying up slowly.

you nod, looking up and grabbing onto his hands.

“good, let’s lay back down, okay? you’re still burning up..” he helps you, chuckling when you grasp at his shirt, and bury your face into his chest again.

“you comfortable?” jude asks, running his hands down your side, and kissing your forehead.

you nod again, humming in response.

“okay, why don’t we lay down a little, and then we’ll have dinner, ‘kay?”

“deal..” you agree, soft touches lulling you back into a slumber, sweet words being whispered into your ear, helping you relax..

[natalievoncatte]

“Let her go,” said Lena.

“Not a chance, said the Atomizer. Or Atomo, or the Atomic Lad. Some idiot with a cheesy atom symbol on his jumpsuit and a beam projector strapped to his arm.

Lena knew why this guy hadn’t already been mopped up by Supergirl: he wasn’t worth her time.

This was, frankly, embarrassing. She wasn’t listening to his monologue, something about losing his job after Supergirl stopped a nuclear incident and he was found out to have violated safety protocols. He’d jury-rigged himself up some kind of particle beam, probably not enough to scratch the maid of might.

He was still giving it the old college try, so he’d kidnapped Lena Luthor on the logic that whenever Lena Luthor was in danger, Supergirl was quick to appear.

She’d been sitting here for four hours, tied to a chair at the docks on the west end in some dilapidated shithole warehouse. Supergirl was decidedly a no-show.

Lena could almost write this off as an inconvenience. This dipshit meant her no harm and she was, at least a first, sure that Supergirl would show up and this would turn into one of those heartwarming ones where she didn’t have to throw a punch and the bad guy ended up forgiving her.

He should. From the bits and pieces she heard, it was his fucking fault anyway.

There was a problem. It was making Lena’s heart race, her pulse pound, and a thin trickle of sweat run down the small of her back. Kara was in a chair just like hers, parked six inches away, and tied up.

She was also drifting in and out and had a knot on her head from where Captain Doofus here whacked her over the head with his arm beamer.

Her head perked up a little and she glanced at Lena, looked around.

“Whu… where am I?”

“You’re in the lair of DOCTOR ATOMOS!” he screamed. “I thought the Kryptonian would put in an appearance to save Miss Luthor, but she’s been a no-show, so I grabbed you. You’re her best friend, aren’t you?”

Kara shot Lena a furtive glance. “Not exactly.”

“Where is she? Why hasn’t she come? Do I need to grab that photographer, too? Jim Olden?”

“James Olsen,” Lena corrected.

“Shut up! I’ve broadcast to the city that if Supergirl doesn’t face me and admit what she did, I’m going to drop you two into the acid!”

“What acid?” said Kara.

Lena looked at her and looked down. They were both sitting on hinged grates positioned above a rather large vat of a nasty corrosive. Some toxic sludge that Lex probably had the company stockpiling here back in the back-when.

He was always ruining her day.

“I gave her an ultimatum,” he declared. “First one of you, then the other.”

Lena’s stomach dropped. Hard. She almost threw up her tuna wrap and kombucha. For some reason, the thought of her own shockingly horrific death -drowning in the acid, her lungs melting from the inside with no hope once she was submerged- was secondary.

Oh God. Oh God please not Kara.

“She’s not coming,” Lena said, firmly. “She’s busy or-“

“She wasn’t too busy to ruin my life!”

Kara looked frantic as she wriggled against the ropes holding her.

“Come on, come on come on come ON!” she thrashed. “Why now? Why now?”

The ‘villain’ paused. “Why now what?”

“Nothing. Just, listen. Don’t do this. You don’t want to add murder to your list of crimes.”

“I’m INNOCENT!”

“Then don’t start a list of crimes!” Lena pleaded.

He rounded on her.

“Look,” said Lena. “I’m Lena Luthor, I’ll get you a new job. I’ll build you a fucking power plant if that’s what you want. Just,”

“What, let you go?”

Lena looked at Kara.

“Let us go. Please. I’ll stay if you let Kara go.”

He belly laughed at her. “So she can tell the cops where we are?”

“You already announced where we are!” Kara snapped.

“Don’t hurt her. Please. Just not her.”

Kara turned slowly and looked at her.

“What’s your real name?” Lena asked, looking at their captor. “You know mine.”

“Ha! That hostage negotiation crap won’t work on me.”

He turned and headed for a pair of levers.

“Eeenie meanie miney moe,” said… the guy. Lena was not giving this bastard the dignity of a trade name.

“Kara,” said Lena. She felt strangely calm, looking at her… her best friend. Like she knew she needed to do this right in whatever little time she had, and her nerves gave her the gift of tranquility.

“Lena?”

“You mean so much to me,” Lena said. “I… I just want to… I wish I could…”

Oh, now she couldn’t get the words out. Perfect.

Kara looked at her wide-eyed, and terror flashed briefly in her eyes as the grate swung below her and she plummeted into empty air.

“KARA!” Lena wailed.

Splash.

Lena screamed, a wordless, titanic cry of agony that tore her throat and burned her lungs. When it faded she wailed again, words lost to her. Oh God.

“You monster!” Lena screamed, “you miserable fucking monster, you’d better fucking kill me too, because if you let me live I’m going to-“

Lena went silent as a shape rose through the hole in the floor, rising gracefully into the air. Supergirl hovered in the air, a scowl of righteous fury carved on her lovely face.

“At last, there you are!” Professor Douchebag snarled, aiming his arm at her.

Her eyes flashed and he screamed, suddenly tugging at the red-hot ruin strapped to his arm. Supergirl landed, and dragged Lena’s chair, and Lena with it, away from the grate.

She turned and sucked in a breath, flash-freezing his ruined weapon with a concentrated blast. With a contentious smack he knocked his helmet off, revealing a doughy, middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and blood running down his nose.

Supergirl grabbed his collar and hauled him off his feet. She stalked over and held him above the opening in the floor, his feet dangling over the acid.

“Supergirl?” Lena said.

“How does it feel?” she said, coldly.

“Please,”

“Lena said please,” her voice was ice. “You didn’t listen to her.”

“Supergirl,” said Lena. “Don’t.”

Then it hit her.

Supergirl had her hair up. She never wore her hair up. It was exactly the same as…

Her mind raced though possibilities. None of them fit. There was only one conclusion.

Oh.

“Kara,” Lena whispered. “Please.”

Her gaze snapped to Lena and a harrowing moment later, she tossed the wannabe villain aside, and wrapped a chain around him, binding him to an upright. Then she turned to Lena.

Kara tapped her ear.

“Alex, you have my location? There’s a wannabe here, he kidnapped Lena. She’s fine. He’s not. Get a cleanup crew and a bus down here please. No, I’m not staying.”

With a single smooth motion, she snapped the cords binding Lena and scooped her up against her powerful chest, tucking her in close before lifting off through skylight.

Lena pressed her eyes shut- she hated flying, even like this. She opened them when she felt the jolt as Kara’s boots touched down, and Kara set her down.

They’d come in through one of the tall windows in Kara’s loft.

“Oh my God,” Lena breathed. “I thought he… I thought you were…”

“I almost was,” Kara said softly. “I solar flared a few days ago. I burned out my powers fighting that Mondarian. It usually takes a few days, maybe a week, before I can use them again, but sometimes an adrenaline rush will make them kick in early.”

“Was it hitting the acid?”

Kara shook her head.

“No. It was what you said, and the way you screamed when I fell. I knew I had to live.”

Lena blinked a few times, surprised by the hot burn of her own tears, mirrored by those falling down Kara’s cheeks.

“What you said… what I think you were trying to say,” said Kara. “Me too.”

Lena stood frozen in shock for a second, before she launched herself at Kara. Their lips met in a dizzying soft crash and when Kara’s hands landed on her waist, Lena felt a pang of fear that she’d misjudged and ruined it all.

Then Kara’s hand snaked up her back as the other looped around her waist and pulled her in, using her height to tip Lena back just a touch as the kiss deepened and Lena felt her heart flutter in her throat as her tongue tasted the soft taste of Kara.

[cloveroctobers]

RODEO — Javi Rivera.

A/N: got the chance to see twisters on my birthday and it ofc inspired me to finally write something for Anthony lol. This isn’t going to be anything big since I still want to be on break until late September early October. Am I going to give Javi the love his deserves or am I going to be messy? What type of summer is it? A brat girl summer…whatever that means 😉

WARNINGS: language + stepping out of relationships, mentions of another character from challengers, reader and Kate don’t get along, mentions of minor smut/sexual relations, and ended up different than I originally planned. Enjoy!

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A text on short notice never bothered you.

Granted you had to take a ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan but majority of the time Javi was considerate, letting you know when he was going to be on your new side of town—you were a South Carolina native—and the both of you would make it work. He had this experiment that he worked on with his old friend Kate that actually proved to work this time and with some other guy that had the widest laughter lines you’ve ever seen. A classic cowboy—you deemed him as—that looked awfully familiar when you met him in passing at a dinner you didn’t know you were “imposing” in on.

Kate’s words not Javi or the cowboy’s.

The trio were going back and forth to the city, mostly Kate and the cowboy you learned to be named Tyler but once Javi learned you were in the city too? (Apparently Kate found a home in New York also, working in Mahattan after what went down in Oklahoma five years ago.) He had no problem trying to get to you. You learned that Kate didn’t approve of what you two had going on (Javi let it slip one night as he smacked on some chips and you sipping on some terribly made Kombucha around the outside of the usual meet up spot once he touched down in NY), considering that you were engaged to someone else and that someone was slowly rising in the public eye, Patrick Zweig…you may or may not know him.

Tyler did.

To keep it short, this wouldn’t be the first time that you didn’t give a fuck about what Kate Carter had to say about you. Back in college the both of you tried to get along but it’s just the common case of two people not being able to mesh well. You didn’t appreciate how Kate always felt like she was right, sure the girl was crazy intelligent but she didn’t enjoy your sarcasm or want to listen to your opinions on anything, she found your lack of drive for storm chasing to be confusing on why you bothered to hang out with the group when that was their sole connection, and didn’t understand the relationship you had with her boyfriend, Jeb who was actually your friend first and you were the one who introduced them at a party—it was childish sure but even years later you didn’t need her judgment.

Which is why you and Javi were always discreet. Moments with your college friend in the present never felt like enough but reminded you that you often wondered what it would have been like if you had a different ring on your finger given to you by someone else. Javi always made it his mission to take it right off, slamming it in the drawer beside the bed before interlocking his fingers right with yours as he rocked you into the temporary mattress.

That never lasted long since you loved to be on top. Just ask Tyra’s problematic self! And who was Javi to say no, having you above him like this? like the true goddess that loved to be in control, you never left his mind, even when he struggled to keep his eyes open at the rotation of your hips. His fingertips would leave bruises but you never complained, you liked him leaving marks. Javi felt like this should be wrong, of course he cared about you, maybe even more than that, always did but he had his head turned in a different direction once upon a time. He wasn’t sure if your feelings were genuine or just something to pass the time but he was the first person you told that you didn’t want to marry Patrick after accepting his proposal.

People pleasing was never something that you often did so why were you settling for a man who was fucking around with not only his ex but some strangers on tinder? Javi did his research on your fiancé, some tennis athlete that didn’t have the best stats which was odd since it seemed like he was in his prime in college, Javi would give him credit on that, it was evident that this Patrick guy knew how to play yet something was missing in his gameplay. It was also safe to say that Javi didn’t think Patrick was even your type to be honest…but maybe you had other people in your head too much about where you should be in life.

When it was time to have those deep conversations, like you were nineteen again, present you didn’t want to hear it majority of the time with your fingers in his curls and another hand feeling a part of Javi that was always ready for you. Javi always cursed himself for folding every time you got your hands on him, he wanted to know what was going to become of this relationship but he couldn’t help it.

A piece of your heart was okay for a little while.

There was something about you that he never wanted to let go. You weren’t with the crew when that tornado touched down in Oklahoma that day, you got into an argument with Jeb that day for putting you on the back burner for their project, and as usual Javi checked in on you the best that he could since he was also part of the experiment. You brushed it off like you always did, tired of being the main one to put your frustrations out there; since you were basically the black sheep to the group and clocked into your shitty part time job with Javi promising that he would come check you out once they were done out there. The aftermath of it all also whipped through the friendship that was once there. There was tension no doubt, misdirected anger of course, your unresolved feelings for Jeb, Javi wishing he could have been at two places at once—as if he could have saved his friends from something so destructive with just his two hands. Kate became a ghost, you actually didnt have much to say to her like you thought you would, she was a walking frostbite, with a limp so prominent, disconnected, and leaving a numbing coldness trail behind her everywhere she went the longer she stayed in Oklahoma. It was sad because you knew she had to witness it all and that would forever haunt her.

Unfortunately that bitterness gave you joy. Javi dropped out of college but you kept at it, to distract you from the what if’s along with the great loss and when he thought the military was his best option, you tried to beg him to stay with a kiss that wasn’t the answer to your shared pain. He’s done the dissociating shit before as a way of grieving, he just hoped that you being with him now wasn’t your way of escaping whatever you were still running from.

Storm chasing wasn’t really your thing, don’t think you didnt try but Kinesiology and bull riding was more of your passion. Javi liked to trace and kiss those scars on your body because of that old hobby when you allowed him to hold you afterwards but he had them memorized just like you with his freckles. Yet you still kept coming around which really confused Kate but you got along with everyone else for the most part. The dance parties and stick and poke tattoos with Addy, the 150 questions the hypochondriac Praveen had for you about body horror stories he caught himself reading and watching! And wanting to know what proper care he would have (as if you were suddenly a doctor and not a kinesiology major) to take if that ever happened to him—getting struck by lighting wasn’t enough to get him to stop storm chasing but it was his life and he lived it how he wanted, and then there was Jeb. You used to be able to catch each other’s eyes from across the room and send each other ridiculous facial expressions before carrying on and eventually finding each other later. The shift in your friendship changed once you got left outside of the team. You began to connect with party-man Javi once Jeb started to slip away and build something more with Kate.

It’s always funny how that works out in friend groups isn’t it?

Coming in sync was always something you made your priority. Knowing Javi’s ticks and studying not only his face but his body always made you kick it up a notch, just crossing a boundary that you knew he would try to tap out but you proved to know his body better than he did himself and Javi honestly wanted to hate you for it but couldn’t.

He didn’t think anybody could lock you down—not even your fiancé—and it was something he always thought of when you put your back to him and let him to hold you while you briefly checked your phone.

No new messages from the Fiancé!

Javi peeped.

This Patrick guy didn’t give a fuck about you, just liked having a place to rest his head in instead of his car that you probably paid majority of the rent on. That’s right, Javi always remembered your blabbering once you had too many aperol spritz and what seemed to open you up more on a personal level lately.

“Want something from the café downstairs?” You asked, turning your phone face down to peek back at Javi who was still panting.

Javi slowly blinked, lifting his head in search of the alarm clock to find out what time it is.

[1:40 am]

You were making it your mission to try everything at least once on the menu every time Javi flew in. It was your usual hotel with a delicious café and you just about finished everything on the lunch and dinner menu except for two items that didn’t seem that appetizing to you. This time around you snuck up behind Javi and his laptop while he was downstairs about to dig into one of the dinners he wouldn’t share with you at one of the high rise tables…you were onto the breakfast menu.

He slips his free arm to caress the bone by your ear, “I want you.”

You snort, “I’ll give you another round when you can handle it, preferably in the shower since I’m meeting the girls at 8 for hot yoga. Breakfast can come as early as 6.”

The freckled face man fought the urge to roll his eyes at this. Since when the hell were into hot yoga of all things? The rough around the edges person seemed to be morphed into something else but Javi knew you were still in there somewhere. Don’t get him wrong, Yeah people grow and you’re into what you want to be into but he would have never guessed you hanging out doing yoga or brunch or even having a routine. Maybe axe throwing but he guessed he better be thankful for the yoga since you seemed to be more flexible every time the both of you tried a new position.

Javi tossed in, “is your bitch of a soon to be husband, Patrick joining in on that session?”

You quirk up a brow at this energy but don’t work to defend him, “…never mix business with pleasure.”

Which meant that you never brought multiple parties into your relationship together. He did his thing and you did yours. Patrick was never faithful to you, you knew it and Javi knew it too, you couldn’t be upset about it because you never truly wanted to marry him. There was no wedding date set because frankly the both of you were still young and trying to figure it out. It was selfish since you were still holding out hope that Patrick will actually make something of himself but you both weren’t sure if you even liked each other besides having nightcaps or getting people off your backs when you were seen together. The both of you were lonely, him more than you—if you wanted to make it a competition but it’s what worked and it didn’t need to make sense. It just made Patrick’s family (who were a lot to handle and always kept referring to two of his exes before you in front of you) happy that he had a “stable” person in his life for once and it got your parents off your back—some—but not without their own sly comments.

“Is that what your relationship is?”

You shrug, “yeah.”

“And what about us?”

You turn your face away to reach for the card, “i think you’ll like the BLT French toast or even the prosciutto toast—

He nudges your face back to meet his sunlit honey eyes and there wasn’t an ounce of humor in them. “Listen, I’m serious. We got too much history to keep downplayin’ this. I’m moving back to Miami by the end of the summer and I just want to know how much longer we’re gonna keep doing this. Is this only just sex for you or what?”

Javi’s thumb burns into your skin now and his stare is sharp. You try not to get lost in his eyes and the tightness in your chest isn’t the most pleasant. You’re scared and have been scared before with Jeb but there’s no risk without action. Or whatever it is they say.

“…if you’re in love with me, just say that.”

Javi blinks, “What I know is that you won’t be marrying Patrick Twig—

“That’s not—

“I’m not done.”

Javi ignores the tilt of your head at his command, “You’re better than this and I know you see that when you look in the mirror. Maybe you didn’t fully heal yet and that’s not me tryin’ to disrespect you or nothing but I’m just callin’ it like I see it. I could give you the world besides just this or shit, as least try to but only if that’s what you want because I know what you need and it definitely ain’t a bozo who can’t even take care of what he thinks is his.”

You can always count on Javier Rivera to tell you exactly how it is. He was on your case about your feelings for Jeb just like you were with his with Kate but that all changed once the two started dating. It would have made sense for the both of you to gravitate towards each other then but the need to compensate for what you both missed out on wasnt fulfilling that void with forced love. It was platonic then but what was it now?

“…Do you think I’m yours?”

Javi puffs out a breath at this, “respectfully, imma need you to stop answering me with questions and just be honest with yourself and me. I don’t know how much longer I can keep holding out.”

“But you don’t, not unless I say so anyways.” You wink reaching to caress the back of his shoulder blade but Javi isn’t budging, which makes you sigh, “…okay fine. I hear you, you don’t want to be in a situationship with me anymore.”

Javi nods and awaits for you to say more but the glazed over look in your eyes, tells him that you’re trying to get out of this and he won’t lie, it stings.

“Here’s the thing,” you start with an intake of breath, “you’re right, I’m probably never going to marry Patrick. We’re equally each other’s placeholders, as fucked up as it sounds it’s true. As for this…”

Javier swallows the lump in his throat, just waiting on you to break his heart.

“You’re not the first person to pull this. It’s not my first rodeo…and no that doesn’t mean I’ve been with anyone else outside of you. I wouldn’t do that, not to you. You’re too important.” You admit, “and if we’re gonna do this…I just need you to be patient with me.”

A grin splits onto Javi’s face then, “so that does mean you love me?!”

“…I didn’t say all that.”

He smooches your cheek multiple times that makes your nose crinkle, “you didn’t have to, I can just tell.”

“How?” You ask as he rests his head back on the cloud-like pillow beside yours.

Javi hums, “I’m real in touch with my feminine side you know? Raised by my mom and aunties, got a sister that really wants to meet you—

“Huh? What?”

“Baby steps though,” Javi promises seeing the smidge of panic in your eyes, “I just need more confirmation that you’re going to try this with me. And that you’re not gonna run away since that is kinda what we all do.”

It was your turn to be vulnerable like Javi knew you could be. So you turn to face Javi, face to face and take a moment. “…I can’t say that I’m not scared and not of you but just the idea of actually being loved more than the intimacy and I’m sure you’re more than capable of giving that to me…it’s just that I get in my head a lot.”

Javi nods, “well it’s okay to be scared…Rome wasnt built in a day. We’ve been diligent—

“What if this doesn’t work—

“Nah, we’re not gonna back out when we just started.” Javi slips his hands down to clasp your hands in his, “We keep going, we love, we share—

“Just like your sandwich last night?”

Javi snorts, “we’re all works in progress, don’t hold that against me, baby.” He pecks your hands while you laugh a little, “we do what feels right and I got to ask, does this feel right to you as it does for me?”

You press your forehead against his, “every time I’m with you it does…as much as I try to block you out when we’re away from each other…I can’t. I wont.”

Javi pulls back to kiss your forehead, “bet. Feelings mutual and i just needed to hear you say it so…now that we’re on the same page…go ahead and order me that prosciutto and meet me in the shower.”

He’s kicking the covers back as you sit up on your elbow, “I’m not debating over which asscheek of yours is bigger than the other again.”

Javi sucks his teeth as leans against the doorway of sliding bathroom door in all his naked glory, “you pointed that out, I just wanted to know if the freckles on my left asscheek were also shaped like a palm tree like the ones on my chest.”

Scrunching up your nose, you hold your hand up in the air as if that defense was any better. Javi’s laughter suddenly turns dark as he takes in your appearance and slowly steps back as something stands to your attention.

“So…you joinin’ me or are you just going to continue watching the show?” He points behind himself, slowly stepping back.

Sighing you fold your arms back behind you, “ah…I’ll think about it finster.”

Javi sucks his teeth, stomping right back into the room to yank the tight hotel sheets back from the bed making you hiss at the coolness of the AC. “No way you just compared me to a rugrat.”

He pulls you right into his arms, limbs locking around him easily as you toy with the ends of his curls as he spins you around to lead you right into the bathroom, “did I?” You tease, bumping your nose against his before pulling back, “wait! You didn’t let me order.”

“Guess we’re skipping breakfast now and you might be late to yoga, sorry not sorry.” He mutters before slamming his lips right against yours.

Your thighs alone clench right around his hips as Javi slips his tongue along the shape of your lips while feeling around for the shower latch.

This time around, as sure as you are of the racing of your heart, you’re willing to let Javi lead this round…for now.

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[itoshiexx]

mi vida

synopsis: sae never thought someone could become his life, but that changed when you came.

pairing: itoshi sae x gn!reader | words: 749 | warnings: established relationship, fluff

notes: welcome back to "things i wrote on a whim when my boss wasn't at the office"!! apparently i write a lot better in english without much planning, so yeah. this idea came to me based on a personal experience, since i call my boyfriend "minha vida" (which is the same for "mi vida"/"my life" in portuguese) and i never really thought i could consider someone to be my life before him.

i really really hope you like it, and i wanna thank you all so much for all the love you've given to Unworthy (but chosen), every note and follower made me super happy! <3

and also, i'm so sorry if my description of the spanish culture is not accurate and for any english mistakes!

during his time in spain, sae learned a lot of things. mainly, how to improve his soccer career even more, striving to become the best in the world after already being the best in his country. 

he was a genius, of course, so it wasn’t really hard to learn the language or get acquainted with the city of madrid, which was a lot warmer than japan — in many ways. however, it was really fucking hard to get used to the customs of the spanish people and its culture, considering it was so different from the japanese. they were extremely welcome, and sae was anything but. if anything, he was even more closed than typical japanese people. 

in spain, people were always greeting each other with a kiss on each cheek, showing off bright smiles and making conversation with strangers. friends talked loudly among each other, giving hugs and always touching somehow. the concept of personal space? totally nonexistent. in short, it was weird. 

but nothing was weirder than couples. 

the concept of love was already foreign to sae. he didn’t understand how a feeling could envelop one so much and make it forget about the rest of the world. he didn’t know how such an abstract thing, with no sense of logic whatsoever, could be so overwhelming to the point of taking one’s life completely, until all you could see, think and feel was your significant other.

most of all, he couldn’t fathom how someone could become your life. 

“te amo, mi vida,” was what he used to hear an old couple say to each other. they were the owners of sae’s favorite restaurant, a small little place in the suburbs of Madrid, and always treated him with a kindness he didn’t deemed himself worthy of. 

at first, he wasn’t able to comprehend what the sentence meant. he could barely write it on google translate to try to get its meaning, and he didn’t really care enough. though, as the time went by and sae became more fond of the couple, he eventually gathered the courage to ask the woman about it. and he was very surprised to hear the answer. 

“it means ‘i love you, my life’,” she said, smiling from ear to ear and handing a glass of salted kombucha tea to sae. it was one of the reasons he adored the place so much — it was the only restaurant he found that served his favorite drink. 

the older itoshi could only stare, dumbfounded, and mumble, “…why?”

the woman laughed at the boy’s naiveté. “why, you ask? because that’s what he is to me.” 

sae only stared in silence, too stunned to speak.

“i… i don’t understand,” he confessed. it sounded silly, and kind of pathetic, but at that moment he didn’t really care. the woman gave another smile, this time an understanding countenance, and placed her wrinkly hand on his shoulder. 

“you will understand one day, boy. and when your person comes, make sure to bring them here, right? i’d like to meet them!” 

the soccer player wanted to tell her that it would never happen. that the itoshi sae had no time for foolish things like love, and he most certainly would never love someone so much to the point of seeing them as his life. his life was soccer, and his goal was to become the best in the world. 

there was nothing else. 

oh, how he bit his tongue. 

it was at the age of twenty two when he entered the restaurant once again, and this time, not alone. you were walking by his side, with your hand intertwined in his, chatting excitedly while he just listened. a small smile was on his face, and his features were impossibly soft, in a way they only got around you. 

you, who were light in the darkness, who were comfort after a long day of practice, who was the one he loved most. you, who was the definition of home in every sense of the word. the only one that could make his heart swell so much it made it hard to breathe. 

he pulled your chair for you to sit like a true gentleman, and sat right next to you, always in need to touch you somehow. a hand was placed on your thigh while the other one opened the menu. and he turned to you, voice gentle like you could break:

“so, what would you like, mi vida?”

you, who was his life.

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[mcflymemes]

THE IDEA OF YOU (2024) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

i got swept up in the idea of you, and it's been really fun, it really has, but we both knew it had to end.

i know exactly where i'm gonna put it.

i'm not really into them anymore.

stop it. you're having a party. it's nonnegotiable.

if you ever get lonely, promise you'll text me, okay?

what is going on? are you guys in an alliance or something?

how are you? ready for some fun?

i just wanted to invite you over sometime.

i'm doing stuff this weekend you can't even imagine.

that means the world to me.

that makes me feel so much better about the fact that you fucking destroyed my life.

everything's paid for, all the hotels, the meals.

look after one another, and please check your texts.

this your first time?

which one is your favorite?

i mean, just look at him. he's such a hottie.

actually, do you know where the bathroom is?

i absolutely know who you are.

do you want a drink? i mean, i've got all the sodas, the healthy ones, the not-so-healthy ones. there's kombucha.

truth hurts, doesn't it?

it was truly transcendent.

you know, i don't think i ever got your name.

oh, we met earlier. in line for the bathroom.

slight change of plans. i met someone tonight.

i think you're not even a person until you hit thirty.

i just wanted to come over and say that i really admire you.

i don't know if you remember me, but we met at coachella.

this is a surprise.

whatever this is, i want it in my home.

they take their work very seriously, as do i.

are you gonna show me something else?

well, that was incredibly rude of me.

wow. you're a natural.

i find it honestly incredibly moving.

what do you feel when you look at it?

god, i'm starving. are you hungry? we should go get a bite to eat.

for what it's worth, i think we met in a very interesting way.

no, i'm not gonna let you smell-test the contents of my refrigerator.

we're two people with trust issues who need to open up a little.

i'm too old for you.

can i take you back to your hotel?

there's so many buttons.

i think that's my greatest fear in life, that i'm a joke.

i hope you don't mind that i borrowed your cardigan. it's only temporary. i will give it back.

i was really hoping you'd come with me.

what about what people will say?

i think we could have a lot of fun.

do you say every fucking thing that pops in your head?

you are very, very beautiful and i fell for your fuck-boy move.

i was trying to impress you.

i'm sorry, is it so shocking to you that i've slept with other women?

for the first time in... i don't even fucking know how long... i'm actually happy.

with you, laughing, just being with you, holding you at night, i mean... it's meant the world to me.

i don't think you ever even gave us a change.

so, what, you're... ashamed of me?

i'm going to go find somewhere else to sleep tonight.

i kept thinking "i'm just gonna have this experience and no one will ever know."

why would you break up with a talented, kind feminist?

maybe it doesn't have to end.

i didn't know my being happy would piss so many people off.

you're gonna have a big, beautiful life.

[a-sweet-desperate-softie]

Not gonna go into detail but I’ve finally gotten some health/mental health stuff figured out and my insatiable love for omo is back in full force! Long story short, I couldn’t focus long enough to enjoy holding, which sucked. To celebrate here’s a list (in no particular order) of sensations that I haven’t enjoyed in a few months and THOROUGHLY FUCKING ENJOYED yesterday 🤭

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- When you can feel the first signs of fullness, like a warm tingle just above your pubic bone. A light press or a gentle trailing of your fingers sends butterflies all the way to the soles of your feet.

- When you set a fifteen minutes timer on repeat to remind you to drink 8oz of water (except, you get to “celebrate” at the top of every hour with juice, soda, or kombucha) and you KNOW you would be able to hold it all so you start to think of nothing else—eventually, you’re going to have to pee… how’s that gonna end up? In your pants? What pants? What underwear? Where will you be? What will you be doing? Do you want to enjoy it or do you want to feel ashamed? Either way, you’re going to have to pee, so you better start thinking.

- When you pretend to get up and use the toilet every time you feel the urge to pee. You don’t ACTUALLY get to use the toilet of course. No, you do, however, have to sit on the toilet, maybe wipe yourself to make your body feel even more desperate to pee—then you just have to sit there and not pee. It doesn’t matter if you have your pants pulled up or down, getting up and walking to the bathroom because you need to pee and then intentionally not peeing gets really frustrating by the third time in any given hour. And don’t forget to flush and wash your hands! Especially if others are home: we wouldn’t want anyone asking questions about what did or didn’t happen in the bathroom. Plus, don’t you want to caress your nice, warm, wet hands while your bladder is slowly stretching to capacity? 😘

- Mmmmmmm, and then, eventually, the potty dance. I’m convinced that potty dances are just like any other dance. They evolve from one basic movement and any variation from that movement risks losing connection with your body. Maybe you start with the subtle little left-right wiggle of your hips. It might be slow, it might be a little more hurried. Either way, the repetition quenches your bodies need to feel movement. It WANTS to move all the pee you’ve been collecting in your now slightly bulging bladder but you try to satiate it with your cute little dancing. But the repetition: left… right… left… right… left… it’s blissful until it’s not enough. Then your movements become more exaggerated—basic back and forth won’t cut it any longer. You start to feel your first panic moments. Sudden rushes of desperation cause the sphincter at the base of your bladder and all the small, interconnected stabilizing muscles to start to scream for release. But they’re small little muscles, so you don’t feel them as screams. No, you feel them as the sudden, seemingly-out-of-nowhere, “oh fuck did I just leak???” type of moments. You can’t feel exactly what muscle, what part of that delicate and oh-so-sensitive area finally gave in, but now every other part has to overcompensate for that failure. If you don’t do something more drastic it feels like your whole bladder is just going to burst from your urethra like a water balloon that you never take off the end of the hose. It just fills until the bottom blows out.

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Alright, that’s good for now. I’ve got shjt to do today, but there might be more of this type of recounting throughout today. New adventures await me ☺️

[arathergrimreaper]

I highly recommend people start keeping regular journals again. Especially if the internet collapses in a few years. Let there still be records of what has been done. Like that Korean king who fell off his horse. Or Ea-Nasir. Or the first time you try kombucha and a meme gets made of your reaction.

It'll be harder to spread it to each other, but not impossible. Ideally, the internet will never go away. Nor the Post Office, but humans were gossips and storytellers before those things came to be and we will be long after they're gone.

[rainbow-rebellion]

This my first time writing fanfiction, so please be gentle! I also decided to try a different writing style than my usual, so I hope it’s still enjoyable! Anyways, here we goooo….

Oh look I’m on AO3 now too

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Supercorptober Day 3: “Kara”

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When she first meets Kara, she remembers thinking “what a beautiful name”.

And then Lena remembers how her breath caught in her throat when she looked into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen, and she knew in that moment Kara was not anyone she was going to forget anytime soon.

At first, Kara was just interviews and polite conversation over tea and coffee. But she was also a very attractive woman and easy on the eyes, so who could blame Lena if she secretly looked forward to their occasional interactions?

Lena soon came to find that Kara was unlike anyone she had ever met. Kara was genuine in a disarming way, in that way that almost seemed too good to be true - but time and time again she proved that she truly had no ulterior motives - she quite simply just wanted to be Lena’s friend. Lena, self deprecating as ever, couldn’t understand why Kara was so determined to nurture the tiny seedling of their fledgling friendship, but she found herself helpless to resist Kara’s radiant smile and the joy that it brought to her life (or the way her heart beat just a tiny bit faster every time she looked at her).

Before long Kara was weekly lunches, and kombucha dates and spin classes, and text messages with silly stories and pictures that sometimes made Lena laugh until her sides hurt. And then there were the hugs - so many hugs. Lena didn’t think she had ever been hugged so much in her life, but suddenly she couldn’t imagine her life without them, without getting to feel the way she felt when Kara’s arms were wrapped around her.

Kara was warmth and comfort personified, like snuggling up in a soft blanket in front of a fire on a cold day.

Kara was shy smiles and playful smirks and cheek splitting grins. She was long rambling sentences and clumsy stumbles and the endearingly awkward way she always fidgeted with her glasses. She was pizza and ice cream and movie nights, silliness and laughter and bad puns that Lena loved even though she pretended not to.

Kara was a cardigan-clad wrecking ball who unexpectedly smashed down every wall Lena had painstakingly erected around her scarred and wounded heart, walls she put up long ago to keep herself safe… but somewhere along the way Kara had become her safe place, her sanctuary. She felt protected and cared for… and for once, truly loved. Perhaps not in the same way she ever so slowly found herself falling for the charming blonde, but loved nonetheless.

(Because Kara was also the butterflies in Lena’s stomach, and she was stolen glances and sweaty palms and Lena’s nervous habit of biting her lower lip. She was the rapid beating of Lena’s traitorous heart, and affectionate smiles that tried to say what Lena could never find the courage to put into words).

Kara was sunshine, pouring light into all of Lena’s darkest places, banishing the shadows lurking in her soul with gentle but confident assurances of better days ahead. Kara was hope and perseverance and finding the silver lining in every cloud. She was everything good and true in Lena’s life.

Until she wasn’t.

In the blink of an eye, Lena found herself struggling to stay afloat in a raging sea of doubt and confusion, suddenly questioning everything she thought she had ever known. And the one person who could possibly save Lena was the one pushing her head under the water, drowning her in lies and betrayal.

So Kara was Supergirl. She was a goddamn fucking superhero. A so-called symbol of goodness, a supposed paragon of virtue.

Supergirl was “hope, help and compassion for all”.

How ironic.

All Lena felt was hopeless and helpless, all other emotions gone numb aside from the simmering hatred and rage threatening to consume her.

Kara was now nothing more than secrecy and deception. She was cowardice and regret and misplaced trust. Kara was the dull knife blade twisting in Lena’s back. She was the proverbial wolf in sheep’s clothing, an imposter hiding behind a carefully crafted mask.

Kara was Lena’s heart fractured into a million jagged little pieces, ripping her insides apart and leaving her raw, exposed, vulnerable. Broken and bleeding.

Alone.

Kara became silence. The aching hole in Lena’s chest, an emptiness that nothing could fill.

Kara became endless nights finding the bottom of a bottle of expensive scotch, and crystal tumblers shattered against walls when the pain became too much to bear.

Lena wanted so desperately for Kara to become a distant memory, nothing more than a warning to her future self, packed away in a tiny box in Lena’s mind. But no matter what Lena did, Kara was still there, like a stubborn stain on a white shirt.

As time went on, Lena began to liken the feeling to the experience of getting a tattoo. Her emotional tattoo of Kara was a swirling design of pastels mixed with bold and vivid colors, rife with personal significance and symbolic of so many deep and indescribable emotions, both good and bad. And even though it was initially inscribed on her soul with gentle hands and a delicate touch, it still left her heart red and raw, covered in angry scabs that were so easy to pick at even though she knew it would only cause her more pain. But it would heal eventually, as long as Lena allowed it to. The pain would slowly fade away, leaving behind a permanent manifestation of memories both beautiful and bittersweet.

Simply put, as Lena had come to discover, Kara was unforgettable. No matter how much Lena tried to hate her, the truth was she loved her too much to ever let her go. And once Lena finally came to terms with that truth, she decided it was time to stop fighting what was clearly a losing battle.

Lena was finally ready to heal.

Lucky for her, Kara was ready to heal too.

And like dipping her toes cautiously in the edge of the water before diving in, little by little Lena let Kara back into her life.

Kara was different, and yet the same. Kara was layers for Lena to peel back one by one, finding her old friend still there alongside another Kara she had yet to meet.

Kara was forgiveness and second chances. She was the return of weekly lunch dates, and getting to know each other all over again. She was hope renewed, both of them learning to trust again and learning to be honest with each other.

Kara was previously untold stories of Krypton, and Lena’s realization of how the burden of Kara’s trauma weighed so heavily on her broad shoulders. Kara was deep sorrow, and fierce protectiveness, and a deep-seated sense of duty and determination to never let Earth or her loved ones befall the same fate as her former home. Kara was vulnerability, opening up to Lena about her past regrets and deepest fears. Lena learned to recognize the distant pain in Kara’s eyes, how well she hid so much of herself from everyone. And Lena learned to comfort the real Kara, in the same way she realized Kara had always been there to comfort her in her own darkest hours, even when Lena had taken it for granted.

Kara was the overwhelming urge Lena had to learn to speak and read Kryptonian just so that Kara would feel less alone. To be someone she could proudly share her culture and heritage with.

Kara was once again the destruction of the walls around Lena’s heart - but unlike before, the walls come down slowly, brick by careful brick. And this time, Kara’s walls came down too. When they finally had no more walls between them, together they took the bricks and built a bridge between their souls.

“El Mayarah,” as Kara would say. Stronger together.

Kara was once again light and laughter and the one person who could always make Lena smile. She was cuddles on Kara’s couch and spontaneous adventures and Lena finally overcoming her fear of flying. Kara was the confidence Lena needed to start a new business and make her own mark on the world.

Kara was all the affection and longing in Lena’s heart that never truly went away, and only grew stronger the deeper Lena dove into the surprising complexity that comprised all of Kara’s personas.

Kara was still butterflies and blushing cheeks, but now she was also the internal battle between Lena’s overwhelming desire to know if her love for Kara could ever be reciprocated, and Lena’s desperate need to never lose Kara as a friend again.

Kara was the impossible dream Lena finally dared to dream. She was a leap of faith, a trust fall, a plea to the heavens for a blonde haired angel to be the one waiting to catch her.

And now.

Now Kara is the first name Lena says in the morning and the last name on her lips at night. She is the shoulder Lena cries on, the strong arms that hold her close and keep her safe. She is promises and candlelit dinners and sweet whispers in her ear.

And now, as they lace their fingers together, and Lena stares lovingly into those beautiful blue eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to Kara’s impossibly soft lips, Lena can say she knows without a doubt who Kara is.

She is the missing puzzle piece that completes her, the glue holding all of Lena’s broken pieces together. She is the daily warmth and affection that fills Lena’s mended heart to overflowing.

Above all else, Kara is and always will be home. Just like she will always be Lena’s perfect partner at game night, and she will always be the person who takes Lena’s breath away, who makes her feel like the luckiest woman alive. And if there is one thing she knows for certain, it’s that Kara will always be the love of Lena’s life.

Kara really is a beautiful name.

[sky-casino]

entanglement - spiderman!sae x fem!reader au

pairing: spiderman!itoshi sae x fem!reader

genre: fluff, a sprinkle of pining and angst

wc: 2,200+

a/n: i previously wrote a spiderman!nagi fic with a friend and a little while later, i realized that i also wanted to write spiderman!sae lol. hope you enjoy~

your city's superhero in red-and-blue has been repeatedly saving and protecting you lately, thanks to your clumsiness and frequent weird coincidence of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

at first, he didn't speak to you at all. he just suddenly swings by at the nick of time to save you from a nearby car crash, a scheming snatcher, or from a falling scaffold.

but perhaps the heroic spiderman also gets irritated, just like the rest of humanity. hence his new habit of speaking to you curtly after the both of you notice that he's been protecting you quite frequently lately, and by frequently it means four times just this month alone. that's once a week.

"take care." "watch your surroundings." "be attentive." "don't walk with your earphones in."

those are his terse reminders for you that he says after you thank him profusely with your face beet-red given the embarrassment you're in.

in your defense, you really have been trying to be more vigilant towards your environment, especially since you do not want spiderman to think you're a complete clutz. but perhaps the stars are simply not aligning for you right now.

after each encounter with spiderman, you always tell your friends about it in school the next day. you never fail to always gush about him, how cool he is, how safe you feel in his arms. your storytelling was out of excitement initially, but it has evolved more into embarrassment with your friends teasing you about how much of a clumsy person you are, or that you are purposely getting into accidents to grab spiderman's attention. you vehemently deny all of these allegations, stating that you are now more attentive towards your surroundings so the hero won't have to bother with you any longer.

you and your friends are too engrossed in your fun conversation that you don't notice sae picking out a drink in the nearby vending machine, secretly listening to you. he hides his amusement by maintaining his poker face and pretending to struggle selecting a drink.

you finally notice him as he is about to leave with his salted kombucha.

"oh, sae! there you are. don't forget that practice will start 15 minutes earlier later. coach has some announcements. he also wants to try a new training menu."

"no need to remind me." he replies coldly, not even looking at you.

"damn, he's handsome but rude as hell. it's still a wonder to me that you can deal with him." one of your friends says.

you sigh before replying, "well. he's the captain and i'm the manager. we need to work in synergy, or else the team and coach will have a hard time. but he's not too bad, actually! just cold, but very hardworking. and it's not like he ever ignores me." you find yourself defending your captain.

as sae walks away, he smiles a little as he recalls the way you talk about spiderman, about him.

his favorite part is whenever you express how safe you feel with him around. well, with his alter-ego around.

sae has always secretly liked you. but given his personality, it was no surprise that he denied it at first. he found himself having this inevitable habit of watching you from across the classroom, across the soccer field, across the halls. somehow up to now, his eyes always find you.

he finally admitted to himself that yes, you are attractive. and that maybe, just maybe, he is attracted to you, and your gorgeous face, and your diligence as a manager. that maybe it is indeed a crush. and he is content with that, with watching you from a far. it's nothing serious after all, he convinced himself.

but soon he noticed that he feels disappointed in himself when you talk to him about even just the slightest dip in his performance. as the manager, it's your responsibility to record and analyze the performance of each player, so it's absolutely nothing personal. but for him it is. of course, he has his own ambitions and goals for himself, so it's natural to feel dissatisfied about it. but when it comes from you, he feels a different kind of disappointment.

that's the point when he realized that it's more than a simple crush. oh.

the usually quiet sae has become even more quiet that week, battling his thoughts. convincing himself that it's just a crush, nothing more. giving himself as many excuses as possible. i can't be distracted. this is just a distraction. a distraction i absoultely can't afford to have. she's the manager, it's her job to assess me- us.

rin, his ever-loving younger brother who has been observing him, and by association, you as well, has finally spoken out of the blue as the two of them are walking home.

"you like her. that's it. it's that simple. what's more to think about?"

"huh?!" the older itoshi exclaimed, abruptly stopping on his tracks.

"you know what i'm talking about. she's single too. so go for it."

sae is looking at rin with wide eyes, surprised with his brother's nonchalance about such a sensitive topic.

"don't even try to deny it. not to me. i know you." rin went ahead before sae could even start denying, which was his exact plan.

"shut up. don't tell anyone. especially her. got it?" sae turns around and continues walking.

"but why-"

"just don't. end of discussion."

sae ended the discussion like that because even after hearing it from rin, he ultimately decided to just leave his feelings alone. he told himself that he will get over it, that he will forget about all of these.

but then he got his spider-like ability and became proficient with it in no time. putting it to good use by saving and protecting people and catching criminals. and eventually, saving you. repeatedly.

these encounters with you just hit different. catching you in his arms as the two of you swing across the horizon. seeing your pretty face illuminating the sunset hues makes his heart pound effortlessly. you tightly clinging to him as your life depends on it. your blushing face as you thank him again and again. he gets to enjoy all of these behind the mask where you can't see his equally red face and his smile.

this newfound superhuman ability provided him with more chances to spend time with you, with just the two of you.

and honestly, sae finds himself wavering from time to time. that maybe rin is right and he is wrong. that perhaps there's no harm in confessing. he is strong and he can protect you. you already like spiderman, so that also increases the chances of you agreeing to be with him. but with just a shake of his head, he shakes off these thoughts and comes back focused on his goals.

it's been a couple of months since sae last decided to get over his feelings for you. it's been hard. trying not to feel anything whenever he sees and hears you has been difficult. but this is the route he chose to take, and rin is watching on the side unamused.

one evening after the team practice, sae is left behind in the club room. this is his usual habit so no one questions it anymore. you, everyone in the team, and the coach assume that it's his way of reflecting on the day's practice and his performance.

that evening, though, you accidentally left your math notebook in the room and quickly run back to retrieve it. you expect sae to still be there, but he's not and only his bag is present. your notebook is near his duffel bag and upon picking up your item, your eyes were caught by the vibrant red-and-blue cloth with black lines all over it.

you slowly take it in your hand to further examine it. and in just a few seconds, you understand.

sae, who's coming back from the comfort room, rushes into the club room the moment he sees that the door is open, which he was certain he closed.

the two of you look at each other in a panic, aware that the other already knows the truth.

"you're…"

"yes." sae does not wait for you to finish.

"you're the one saving me all this while?"

"yes."

"why didn't you tell me… that it's you?"

sae has never found himself out of words when speaking to someone, until now. until you.

"did you know how embarrassed i've been? the entire class--including you--knows that i adore spiderman because he--you--saved me again and again. oh my god… sorry, i'm sorry for bothering you all this time!" and you on the other hand, have never found yourself as flustered as you are now, covering your face with your hands and pacing back and forth.

"you don't have to apologize, y/n." it's your first time to hear sae speak in such a warm and comforting tone. the sound is so foreign.

"i… i chose to save and protect people. you don't have to feel sorry and embarrassed. it's oka-"

"why didn't you tell me that it's you, though? you had lots of chances."

"no one knows it. even rin."

"okay. don't worry, your secret's safe with me." you mutter before walking briskly towards the door in an attempt to leave, the awkwardness getting overwhelming. but sae stops you, holding both of your arms with urgency.

"y/n, wait. you… you don't have to be embarrassed that you adore my other self. because…"

just looking at him right now makes you anxious and awkward, but you do your best holding his gaze.

"because…?"

"because i like you too. if that… makes you feel better." sae exhales slowly, not realizing that he's been holding his breath all this time.

"gotta go." he mutters after a few seconds of silence, realizing that you do not know how to respond to his confession.

sae retrieves his bag too quickly and you find yourself alone by the club room's door, too astonished by everything that transpired.

three weeks later, you invite your friends, classmates, and the soccer team to your birthday party at your house. this includes sae even though the two of you haven't been on speaking terms since that eventful night. you notice that he hasn't been looking at you either, completely ignoring your existence. but for some reason, you can't bring yourself to get mad at him. you understand that it might have been humiliating for him to admit his feelings and not getting a response in return. however, you were just too shocked at that moment, you honestly even felt a bit dizzy by the revelations that night.

as expected, sae is nowhere in sight during your celebration. you're acting like it doesn't bother you, but deep down it does.

at the end of the night, you feel depleted and take refuge in your bed. upon lying down, you feel and hear something crumple underneath your body. you quickly check it and surprisingly find a torn notebook paper with the message "rooftop." with a little web doodle that serves like a signature. all your sleepiness and exhaustion immediately vanish. you put on your cream-colored cardigan and climb up the stairs to your apartment building's rooftop.

you expect to find sae there but there are only two small boxes--a mini cake and a stapled shopping bag.

being occupied with the gifts sort of numbs your awareness of your surroundings, hence you don't feel sae slowly descending from his web string a few meters behind you. he removes his mask upon landing.

"happy birthday." he suddenly says, making you jolt.

"oh my god, itoshi sae! don't scare me like that!" sae laughs at your cute expression.

"sorry, i wasn't able to attend. had to take care of something."

"don't worry about it." you say as you wave your hand. "you're spiderman, after all. there are more pressing matters that need your attention. and besides, you're here right now, aren't you? thank you for the gifts. i really appreciate them."

he strides towards the spot beside you, leaning his forearms on the railing.

a moment of silence ensues, but this time it's not filled with tension or any smidge of awkwardness. it's a comfortable silence.

"sorry too for… ignoring you these past weeks. i-"

"no sae, i'm the one who has to apologize." you say with conviction as you face towards him. "i was just too shocked by the things i learned that night. i found out that you're spiderman, you… you said you like me. i didn't mean to not give you any response. but still, i'm so sorry."

sae is looking at with you with wide eyes, astounded that you're apologizing to him even though he thought that he put you in a difficult position when he confessed out of the blue.

"can i hug you?" he whispers without thinking, too mesmerized by you and your enchanting personality.

you open your arms with a sheepish smile and sae do not waste any second, going in and wrapping you up in his suit-clad arms.

you embrace him back tightly, basking in his warmth, feeling him and every nook and cranny of his spiderman suit. this is the man who have been tirelessly saving you, the people, and protecting the city these past months while juggling school and soccer.

and he's in your arms, and he loves you.

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

I cant fucking believe I’m requesting this… but Austin Theory, specifically this United States title run, got insanely hot for no reason. Just… put me out of my misery and make me a full blown simp please… you’re probably the only writer on here who can. Your work is so good. You already made me a Messiah Rollins wh0re 😂

Please The Champ

Summary: After another successful defence leads to a celebration together after

Warnings: smut, oral sex(make receiving), champion kink??

An: I’m honored that you think I can make you a whore for a wrestler. Also, this is my first time writing for Austin so I hope it’s ok

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @melissahausen @thesusbunny @writtingrose

It really didn’t take long for you to be on top of Austin once back to your hotel room. It didn’t matter how it happened, but once again Austin retained his title. Which is call of celebration.

“Killed it tonight baby,” you mumbled against his lips. He was on the couch of your hotel room, and you were sat on his lap.

“I should have killed Rollins.” You rolled your eyes at his words, grabbing his face in your hands. “Fuck Rollins, he’s not here right now. But I am,” you let your hand run down his stomach and to his crotch to rub him lightly through his pants. “And I think, I need to show my champ just how great he did.”

“Ya?” He smirked, watching as you slid to the ground between his legs.

You reached up to pull his pants down just enough to pull him out. He was half hard as you worked your hand up and down. “Is this an ok celebration, champ?”

“I don’t know, you’ll have to put in the work.” He pushed his hand on the back of your head, leading you to his cock. You opened your mouth, taking him in.

You started slow, bobbing up and down to get used to the feeling.

“Come on, we both know you can do better,” he urged, lifting his hips slightly to push just a bit more into your mouth. With his encouragement, you took him further and further into your mouth. You gagged lightly, feeling him push you down just enough for your nose to meet him.

“There we go, making me feel so good,” he mumbled while thrusting lightly. Tears were running down your face as you struggled to breathe through your nose.

He released your head so you could pull off to take a breath. You went back down, continuing to suck on him, running your tongue along the bottom of his cock.

“Come up here,” Austin grunted. You pulled off and stood up, but he stoped you before you could get in his lap. “Get undressed.” You began taking your clothes off, smiling while he watched you. His hand jerked himself lightly before you were naked and climbing on him. You knew what he wanted, and didn’t waist time sinking down on to.

He reached up, whipping your cheek lightly as you began moving up and down. “You look so beautiful like this. Makeup all over, completely ruined by my dick.” You moaned at his words, trying to speed yourself up. “Want to make you feel good,” you mumbled lightly out of breath.

“Ya? Would you do anything to make me feel good?” You nodded, and felt his grip on your waist tighten. He flipped you both over, thrusting fast and hard into you. “Good.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist as he hammered into you.

“Who’s your champion?” He groaned, bumping your head with his own.

“You,” You called out. “You Are.”

“Fucking right I am.” He could feel you gripping him, getting close. “Show me how good the champ makes you feel.”

“Austin! Fuck…” you scratched his back, shaking as you came around him. Within seconds, you felt him cum as well.

He thrust a few more times to ride out the high and then sat up, keeping himself firmly inside of you. Your legs and arms were wrapped around him, your face in his neck while he rubbed your back.

“We’ve got to celebrate more often,” he chuckled at your words.

“Baby, is celebrate with you every goddamn day.”

[church-of-lilith]

Vinylatte Good Omens Fic Masterlist

the maggie/nina tag on ao3 post season 2 has been almost impossible to navigate if you’re trying to find actual fics of them. so i decided that i would compile all of them i could find and put them here in one place for anyone who’s been looking.

**denotes fics where they’re more of a background pairing, but still prevalent

Pre-Season Fics

Shrinking Violet by deathbymistletoe

Really cute one shot written and published after the early screening of the first two episodes. Explores Maggie’s feelings for Nina but is canon divergent after 2x02

divine intervention by literary_lesbian

In which Nina thinks her intentions are pretty clear, but Maggie needs a bit more reassurance.

all this (and heaven, too) by literary_lesbian

5 times Nina & Maggie assume Aziraphale & Crowley are together + the 1 time they actually are.

Collections/Series

Atlas (then suddenly, I saw you) by Andnever_ever_eatpears

A collection of fics set throughout Maggie & Nina’s relationship. Currently at 8 works but the author says there’s 11 planned so definitely keep an eye on this one!

When I’m Ready I Hope She’ll Be There by gutsandglitter (@applebottomclaudiajeans)

A collection of fics that take us through Maggie & Nina’s relationship as it develops. Currently at 4 works and they’re some of the sweetest most well written stories you’ll ever read.

One Shots

The times, they are a-changing by WrittenMemxries

4 times Nina enters Maggie’s shop + 1 time she enters her house

i’m begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my (wo)man by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)

Maggie is closing up the record store, but Nina has something she wants to say.

lost in your current like a priceless kombucha by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)

Short crack-ish fic where Maggie makes her own kombucha and brings some to Nina.

my, my, how can i resist you by Lavenderknives (@lavenderknivess)

Maggie and Nina have a silly little movie night because they deserve it!

and she aches (just like a woman) by literary_lesbian

A year after The Whickber Street Traders and Shopkeepers Association meeting, Nina comes to terms with what she really wants.

and yet it moves by literary_lesbian**

Aziraphale knows he should leave Earth behind entirely, if he means to take his role in reforming Heaven seriously. But when Maggie calls out to him, he can’t help but listen in. He never was very good at following the rules, even his own.

a new light by literary_lesbian

Nina has always hated the holiday season and the decorations her fellow Shopkeepers on Whickber Street enjoy utilizing to the extreme, year after year after… Until Maggie comes along and sheds some light on a few things.

terms of endearment by literary_lesbian**

In which Crowley learns something new about humanity, and he and Aziraphale finally come to terms with their feelings.

hymns for a broken heart by andiwriteordie

Five records Maggie gives to Crowley, plus one she gives to Aziraphale

worm-hearted by findmebythemilkway**

“Would you still love Mr. Fell if he was a worm?” Maggie blurts out and immediately blushes. Nina snorts in her respective corner. Crowley, who’s been busy eyeing both the television and the bookshop, redirects his eyes to her. Maggie offers him a toothy grin. “I’m… sorry?” Crowley asks. He can’t wait for Aziraphale to arrive and hear this.

I’m ready by Culties

Nina has a confession to make and reminisces on her relationship with Maggie so far.

Like Real People Do by My__name__Leo**

Aziraphale and Crowley are on a double date with Nina and Maggie. But what happens when Crowley gets overwhelmed?

who wants to live forever? by lovelosvers**

“Maggie,” he turns mock serious. “Would you describe The Velvet Underground as bebop?” She looks bewildered. “Never in a million years,” she says. “So you see my point, then,” Crowley grins.

Tilt by DoonaRose

Maggie tells Aziraphale that her and Nina have started a relationship but that he can’t tell Crowley because Nina doesn’t want to hear ‘I told you so’. Aziraphale tells Crowley because he can’t help himself and then Crowley decides to show Nina that him and Aziraphale are also now doing the kissing and being a couple thing.

a little uncertainty by TheTellersEye

Maggie and Nina talking about the future and being cute.

Mr. Fell is Back by ughdotcom

Mr. Fell is back. Nina and Maggie have a few comments.

Multi-Chapter Fics

Moving On by neowitcher

Maggie and Nina have endured a lot in a short amount of time and now that Aziraphale is off to Heaven, any heavenly or demonic threats seem to have departed. Now, the two women are left spending their days in each other's company and are steadily growing fonder of each other. Maggie fears she's moving too fast when all Nina wants to do is move on.

The Third Fall by cordsycord

The Second Coming of Jesus Christ, son of God, came to Earth, against the predictions of dozens prominent religious scholars, on the relatively normal day of June 21st 2024, four months before the Earth's 6028th birthday. It was raining in London. The M25 was backed up. The Tube was late arriving to one station, and early arriving to another. Tourists took pictures at all the places that tourists enjoy taking pictures at.

Coming Back Around by CLOVERTOWN3

After Aziraphale leaves Earth, Crowley is left to drown in his sorrow. Together, Maggie and Nina weigh the tasks of keeping Crowley in check and solving the mystery of Aziraphale's strange and sudden promotion. All the while Muriel learns more about love, heaven, and the nature of humanity.

Whickber Street Relationship Counseling (And Rescue Service) by staroversea

The incredible true story of how 8 shopkeepers become responsible for a very emotionally fragile demon.

Uncharted Territory by Justanothernerdsstuff

Seven months after Aziraphale took his new position in heaven, Crowley is coping the best he can.

Most Ardently by borealisaurora**

Aziraphale brings Pride and Prejudice with him to Heaven, and with its help and the help of some friends, he realizes where he went wrong with Crowley and what he needs to do to fix it.

We Could’ve Been Us by elusive_ellipsis**

Aziraphale's last words to the one being he could ever say he loved were "I forgive you," but he knows that Crowley will never forgive him. Nina and Maggie try to convince him that he can make it up to the demon, but Aziraphale is only staying on Earth until he accepts that their relationship is truly over.

You’re Crashing but You’re no Wave, You’re Just an Angel Cast out of Heaven by Blueleaf12

Where is Crowley supposed to go after the Metatron whisked Aziraphale away to heaven? Bunk across the hall from where the Archangel Gabriel once resided in Aziraphale’s bookshop? Fuck no, now was the time to mope with those two human women you royally messed up trying to get together.

Something lasts forever by Aidaran

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley is left to drink himself to death and be just as miserable as he can be. Lucky for him, Nina doesn't have patience for drunk demons in his shop, and Maggie is always willing to give a helping hand.

what it all comes down to by dollsome**

Aziraphale starts sneaking out of Heaven to visit Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death. It helps immensely.

Shepherds of the Damned by angelwithawand**

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley carves out a life of his own.

on the inside and no sunlight by the_moonmoth**

In which Crowley makes some friends, Aziraphale does some thinking, and they both learn a thing or two about communication

[therealkbaji]

THE GUESTBOOK

— For my friends only. Ah, I tend to forget peoples numbers a lot so…if I did forget yours, let me know.

(dri here: this is for other charanon blogs! think of it like a little contact list <3 if you wanna be on it just shoot us an ask!)

RINDOU H. ( @thebetterhaitani ) — “That’s a big bitch. I have to eat my wheaties before I try and fight that man.”

TAKASHI M. ( @saintsuya ) - "Beautiful guy. Pretty sure he could drink me under a table. Wicked good at beer pong."

HAJIME U. ( @twumemiya ) - "Any man that hauls around ten pound bags of soil and rice for fun is not a man I want to piss off. He's my karaoke partner when Fuyu's too drunk to stand."

REN K. ( @rkaji ) - "He bites. Learned that the hard way. But his music taste? Outmatched. 10/10 would let him bite me again. Might even bite back. We'll have a bite-off."

MITSUKI K. ( @kiryucutie ) - "Pretty boy who can scrap. Don't know if I want to fight him or fuck him....Don't read too deeply into that."

SEISHU I. ( @seishuinc ) - “Long time friend of mine. What’s that? If he was always like that? Well, I could say no, but…truthfully? I think he’s always had it in him. Just took a while for it to show. Not like he doesn’t have a reason for it, guy’s gorgeous. Cant pull more than I can at a bar though so, can’t say I’m threatened by him 😌.”

CHIKA T. ( @holychika ) - “The reason why I believe in having the right to bear arms. If he comes at me too fast in the night I might punch him or something. He’s not too bad though…sometimes, at least.”

HARUKA S. ( @sakurasunshine ) - “On sight whenever I see him. Really fun to scrap with. Guy doesn’t fight nearly as dirty as me though 😁 Has yet to beat me 💪🏼”

AKIHIKO N. ( @n-akihiko ) - “Oh Nirei! Yeah, I know him. Hangs around Dri a lot. He’s nice! Pretty skittish usually, but once or twice I saw this look in his eye…I think there might be more to him. He’s too smart to be a one trick pony.”

YAMATO E. ( @endoffcl ) - “Ah, Endo. I trust that guy about as far as I can throw him, and I can never get my hands on him to throw him. Don’t believe anything he says. Suuuuuper good partner in beer pong. Haven’t lost a game with him yet!”

HAYATO S. ( @hsuos ) - “Knows just how to get on my last nerve. Do you know how insane this guy is in chess? It’s nuts! We need a rematch soon. I’ll beat him one day, I just know it!”

JO T. ( @fromtogame ) - "I wish he would talk faster. I really wish this idiot would talk faster. Feels like I dropped acid three times whenever he's around. 10/10 good company."

KANON B. ( @kanonb ) - "Who invited this freak?"

TOMA H. ( @renegadetoma ) - "Reminds me of my good friend. You know Draken? Yeah, that guy. They're similar. I think Ken lucked out with not having the gut issues this guy has though. He could do well drinking some Kombucha. Maybe I should get him some."

KYOTARO S. ( @sugiiis ) - "Hehe...Wanna see me piss him off? Heh, watch this. Umemiya."

SHUJI H. ( @twshujihanma ) - "Oh boy. Good luck, alright?"

HAJIME K. ( @kkhajime ) - "What's that one Abba song again? MONEY MONEY MONEY! AIN'T IT FUNNY! IN A RICH MAN'S WORLD!! Yeah that one! They wrote that about Koko, no doubt. I wanna be like him when I grow up.

RAN H. ( @kinghaitani ) - "You've seen his brother, the Big Bitch, now get ready for the Bigger Bitch. He's only bigger because he's older btw. Super funny guy! We have threesomes together sometimes. Cool dude!"

CHILDE ( @monokerous ) - "I cannot pronounce his first name. You could offer to pay me and I still could not tell you how the hell to pronounce it. I call him Childe. He's dope - reminds me of this one guy I met while in Vegas once. What's his name again...Atsumu? Nah nah not him...Aventurine! Yeah, that's the one. Insane guys. Gets a little twitchy at night."

HAKKAI S. ( @hotguyshiba ) - "Oh Hakkai! Pretty guy, always loved his hair. I think I'd have competition if he decided to grow it out like I do. He's cute. Blushes real easy too."

Ah, think I hit my limit. You wanna know who else is around? Check Fuyu, I think he's got the rest of us.

[bountycancelled]

NO LISTEN IVE BEEN WAITING FOR SOME CHASE APPRECIATION

because like for one, canonically bisexual which we love. for two, he highlights some of the subtle themes of the show SO WELL.

Comedy is rarely just comedy, it's usually also social commentary. We'll take the first episode, for example, with the homeless man. The commentary here seems to be that we spend so much time focusing on doing the right thing because it's what we're supposed to do, saying the right thing because it's what we're supposed to say, that we lose the actual good along the way.

You know who we see this most clearly demonstrated with? Chase. He doesn't care. He does and says whatever comes to mind, which happens to be the good thing. Out of everyone in the office, Chase is the only one who bothered to learn the man's name! he gave him Lauren's kombucha just to be nice. Meanwhile everyone else was too caught up in the action or the correct terminology.

anyway sorry I'm done now

YES ANON, YOU GET IT.

while Lauren and fabian are going back and forth debating the correct terminology to use for the homeless man, even going as far as to berate barb for attempting to find a way to aid, chase simply talks to him and offers him something to drink as if he were a regular person who just happens to be homeless.

because that's exactly what he is, an actual person. not some vehicle to show just how politically correct you are, or a way to be superior when debating labels. he's a homeless guy who doesn't give a fuck how people refer to him and chase is just a guy who figured he might be thirsty, and that one instance really solidified my love for him, he's just so uncaring about every small detail, that it lends itself to his overall humanity.

it's also a nice subversion that even though he pretty much fits the toxic frat guy who thinks he's hot shit archetype, he's the most empathetic by far, without even trying, and that makes him so layered as a character and I just AAAHHHH I LOVE HIM.

he sees people as people without needing to google less offensive ways to call someone homeless in a vapid attempt to seem better than. and it's also nice to see someone of Asian descent to not be depicted super stereotypically, he can just be. he doesn't need to be hyper intelligent or stoic or whatever the fuck Hollywood believes he needs to be, he's just chase, and I love that about him.

okay I'm done now too (although i will most likely be writing about him pretty frequently lol), thank you for sharing my love for him anon♡