#at least it'll give me an obvious start tomorrow :)

[mayhaps-a-blog]

Day 9: Up to 21,366! I've broken 20,000 words! Almost there! I mean, it's 2am again, but the more I write now the more days off I can theoretically give myself, right? XD

Last line: <SECOND>, anticipating her request, slid out a rough map of the area, their borders inked black. “Here, and here,” he said.

#ended middle of a scene this time #but it's 2am #and i have meetings in the morning #just needed those extra hundred words or so #at least it'll give me an obvious start tomorrow :) #mayhaps a novel #nanowrimo 2023 #boudica story

[asuyaka]

It is currently 3AM for me rn so apologies in advance if this looks like it was typed by a drunk person,

I've had this idea at random, but I'd like to request Teen!Gojo with Male!Reader(who Gojo has a fat crush on) who is very physically affectionate and by the power of plot armor has the a ability to break through Gojo's infinity. And so he uses this power, not to beat the living shit out of Gojo but rather to sneak behind him and either give him bear hugs from behind or tickle his sides whenever he isn't looking.

★ - Thank you for requestin' anon !! 'm in love with this concept s'muchhh!

☆ - Teen! Gojo Satoru x Plot armored! Male Reader (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

You,—contrary to popular belief— weren't a strong sorcerer.

At least not compared to the almighty Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru. The strongest sorcerers of the modern era.

Though, there is one thing about your technique that could easily make you one of the strongest. If you trained and worked with it, but that's too much work.

Your technique was sort of like Shoko's. RCT, but you had better control of it due to constant training when you were young.

So, what does a young teenager, whose bored out of his mind, do at times like these?

Stifling a giggle, you channel your cursed energy on your hands, sneaking up behind Gojo who was too busy arguing with Geto about something.

You pass through Infinity easily, grabbing Gojo by the waist, picking him up, and twirling him around. "Hi, Gojo!!"

Gojo yelps in surprise. It isn't every day—scratch that— no-one was able to get through Infinity unless he lets them. No-one except for the person holding him, who as much as he denies, has a fat, big, huge, ginormous, and massive crush on.

"[Name], it's great to see you," Geto says sharing a knowing and mocking look at Gojo, who is desperately trying to calm himself.

You keep your hands on Gojo's waist, peeking your head through the crook of the albino's neck. "Do you know when that crepe store down the street opens?

"Uhm... it opens tomorrow at 3," Gojo mutters as he pushes his glasses further up his face to hopefully hide the increasing blush on his face.

[Name] giggles happily, spinning Gojo around a few more times. "We should go when it does! It'll be like a nice little get-together!"

Geto snorts. "Ah, I won't be able to go and Shoko is... being Shoko. You and Satoru should go together don't you think?"

Gojo snaps his head up glaring daggers into his friend's eyes. He knew exactly what Geto was trying to plan, and [Name] being the absolute angel he is—

"Yeah, that sounds fun!! Just me 'n you, right Gojo?"

—agrees without a second thought.

[Name]'s hands move from his waist to his torso, a scheming smile on his face.

"[Name] don't. I swear to—"

Gojo interrupts himself with a loud laugh his hands on [Name]'s wrist, his glasses falling onto his nose as he shakes his head frantically. "S-stop it! Suguru! Do s-soemthing!"

Geto raises his hands up defensively. "Hear no evil, see no evil."

"[N-Name!] St- ah! Stop ittttt!!" Gojo's eyes are brimming with tears now, his chest heaving and his body convulsing. He hates being tickled, mostly because his body is so damn sensitive due to Infinity.

But [Name] just... God he doesn't know where to start.

You let go of his torso with a bright smile your hands immediately settling back on his waist. You were a big physical touch person if that wasn't already obvious.

"We're gonna have so much fun on this date, Gojo!"

Geto laughs at his friend's expense who was blushing. Like, whole body blushing.

Gojo swallows thickly, forcing himself to remember it was a friend date. They were just friends.

Only friends.

Fuck, he was in love with this idiot.

"Y-yeah. We'll have fun without Suguru!" Gojo is quick to regain his normal attitude. Well, as normal as it can be with the man he swears he's going to spend his life with nuzzling his neck, talking with Suguru about something he couldn't care any less about.

"I'm glad I'm not coming. I know you'll have a fun time, [Name]. Satoru has quite the surprise for you." Geto teases, drawing an air heart between the two.

"Suprise? What suprise?"

Gojo blushes it feels like his skin is going to melt off. "Nothing! Suguru is making stuff up!"

"Mhm. Sureeee."

[Name] presses into Gojo's cheek. "C'mon tell me!"

Gojo glares at his friend who just shrugs.

So much for being his best friend.

#writin' shit. #ANSWERED LETTERS — ​001 #gojo x male reader #jjk fluff #jjk x male reader #gojo satoru #male reader #★: anon! #Gojo fluff #Fluff #jujutsu kaisen

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ 𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @bl4cktourmaline request: yahoo~ bee! it's me again:33 I saw the requests are open? If it is and I'm not tripping then may I request for Lyney with an oblivious reader who is a big fan of his and they are like... mutual pining for each other but they aren't even aware of it that it's become annoyingly sweet lol

Words can't describe how I love this man

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hey hey! You're not tripping don't worry I see our mental state is similar lol But omg help I love it!! Down for Lyney too won't lie-

But omg, I kinda wanna write part 2 of this!! If I'll still feel like doing this after my requests are all done and I don't forget, I'll def be continuing this!

Anyway tho... I hope you enjoy! I personally kinda like it so I really hope you do too ^^

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ platonic/fluff

At this point Lynette and Freminet were watching you two. Even if they were 2km afar, they could still see you two and could only sigh about the view.

Lyney gave you another rainbow rose. It was like... 24 day strike by now! He gave you one every day, and every single time in a different time. First time it magically appeared in his hand, yesterday he pulled it out from ear your ear and today he "found it" in your tea!! How's even that possible?!

"For you, mon cherie~"

"Awh, thank you! I actually got something for you as well!"

"Oh really? Now what could it be... maybe you got me a reward for my latest magic show?"

"Well... yeah you could think so! Though I actually mean it as a gift for being such an amazing person for me!"

He could only chuckle as he took small box from you. His cheeks flushed gently but somehow, it just didn't got through his scalp what you really meant...

"Well isn't that sweet! Now what could we... ah- that's my favorite cake! How did you know?"

"I just happened to remember it. It's the least I could do for all the gifts you gave me recently."

But maybe it wasn't just him who was being a bit blunt here. You were as well, he was giving you rainbow roses every day, flowers meaning he loves you and yet, you just couldn't notice that special meaning...

"Should we finally help them?"

"Let them be for a bit longer."

2 siblings were now considering just coming up to you two and hitting you in the head, maybe then you'd notice how you both have obvious feelings for each other!

They know their brother has a crush on you because after every meeting with you, he's kicking his feet like highschool girl with crush in his bed. And you? You admitted yourself to Lynette while asking for advice because you thought he hated you when in reality, he was a tomato and had to run away from emberassment.

But both eventually decided to stay back and watch. They don't want to take this special moment away from you... But maybe the can at least do some backstage work at helping you with confessions?

"You see... I got something just for you! I have very important snow this weekend and naturally, I reserved a seat in front row just for you!"

Lyney smiled as he hands you the ticket with small bow, his eyes never leaving yours but not in a creepy way, he just couldn't help but admire you a bit.

"Oh you didn't had to really! But I do appreciate it. I'll definitely show up, thank you!"

"No need to thank me! It'll be enough for me if you come and let me see your smile~"

"What?"

Finally realizing what he said, his cheeks became red and began stuttering even tho he's usually smooth with his words.

"I meant- naturally I'd want to make... my audience happy! That's... just natural... magician's instinct! Yeah."

"Oh that's understandable! Well knowing you, your abilities and charms, I'm sure it won't be hard at all."

But he wasn't any better. You were clearly trying to compliment him, but he thought it's just you saying it as audience and not as someone with a crush...

"Actually... let's maybe make a plan. We can start tomorrow."

Freminet nodded on his sister's statement and entered their hous, leaving the two of you be and prepared the great plan with simple goal: getting you two together!

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@bleachtheidiot - come get your charming magician~

#genshin impact #genshin #x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #lyney #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #genshin lyney x reader #fluff #platonic #genshin fluff #genshin platonic #oneshot #genshin oneshot #lynette #freminet

[silenzahra]

Fics I'm working on ✨

Hey there! I just thought that, since I'm a veeeery slow (and chaotic) writer, I could let you guys see a list of all the fics, AUs and HCs I'm working on or intend to work on in the near future! ✨

@itsavee4117 @vulpixfairy1985 @keakruiser @peaches2217 @bberetd would you like to take a look? 🥰

Since I take my notes mostly in Spanish, I'll comment and translate a few things:

-Firstly, two of those fics were inspired by two beautiful pieces I LOVE and could stare at forever: this one and this one. Guess the fics they've inspired are both pretty obvious 🤭😝 ("chillando" means "screaming" btw 🤭)

-Secondly, you'll see two AUs that are not mine, but to which I'd like to add my personal take! I'm pretty sure you're all familiar with @multicolour-ink's Anastasia AU 😍 I did write my own version of the ballroom scene, but still gotta go and correct it very deeply (that's actually what "corregir muy a fondo" means). Also, when Multi posted their Hunger Games AU, I mentioned that a few months ago, I went and wrote what could be the beginning of the Hunger Games with Mario and Luigi in the roles of Katniss and Prim, so that's there too! ("repasar y editar" = "revise and edit").

-Thirdly, I wanna go and finally finish my Luigi's Mansion fic, since the third and last chapter is long overdue! The Dream Team one is only a mere idea right now (haven't even taken notes yet), but regarding Superstar Saga, I have written one of the two fics that I mention up there! I gotta go and edit it and then write the other (for this one I have taken notes). Oh, and that Luigi's Mansion 3 fic you see there... Yes, it happens to be the angstier thing I've ever written 🤭 Gotta work on it so I can start posting it soon!

-... Yes, I have four AUs in mind 😬 I've actually written down notes for three of them (and I have the fourth in mind), but... The first two are based on two shows that I don't know how famous are around here? 😬😅 So I'm pretty unsure about posting them 😅 The other two are based on two famous movies, so I do intend to bring them someday. I just don't when yet 😅

-I also have a few HCs that I'd like to share with you guys soon! And of course they had to be focused on Luigi, my favorite Mario character, and Luaisy, my favorite couple 🤭 I love them so much I just couldn't resist! (Also: "cuquis" means "cuties" and is pronounced exactly the same way as "cookies"! 🥰) And about that last one... I've been wanting to write Luaisy smut for a few months now, and @itsavee4117's fic (please go read it if you haven't yet!) inspired me to give it a try (and your words of encouragement too 💖), but I'm still so insecure about it! 😅 I don't know if it'll end up happening someday, but hey, at least the intention is there! ("quiero pero no estoy segura socorro" literally means "I wanna but I'm not sure help" 😂 So yeah, you can see I am truly doubting on this one 😅)

-Last but not least, please allow me to bring back something from almost two months ago: this post. Yes, it's been too long, and I feel terribly sorry for @peaches2217 and @itsavee4117 since you both sent me prompts back in January (which I'm deeply grateful for 💖) and I still. Haven't. Answered. 😬 Dishonor on me and my cow for real.

But hey, you see the first two fics I've listed? Those are the prompts that you sent me and both have been written and are almost ready to finally be shown to the world! 😁 I actually intend to post one of them later today, so if you finally wish to see your questions answered, stay tuned! And again: sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I really hope the wait will be worth it 🫂🤞💖 (Also, thanks to @keakruiser, who also sent me a prompt from this list back in January, I wrote this fic based on Dream Team, so thanks a lot for your prompt, Kea! 💖)

This is it for now! If you have anything to say or ask or comment or whatever, feel free to do so! My asks are open! 💖 (I'll answer my pending asks tomorrow, btw! Promise! Thank you for sending them and sorry for taking too long to answer, I'll really work on fixing that 🫂💖)

Here's my AO3 in case you wanna go check any of the fics I've posted so far! ✨

If you read everything, thank you so so much! 🫂 Love you, dear friends! 💖

#super mario bros #super mario fanfic #my fics #my fanfics #silenzahra #fics I'm working on #future fics #future HCs #future AUs #WIP

[d-dalladalla]

Quarterback (1)

Ryujin knows she has no right to be jealous, she absolutely has no right to act how she is right now. You guys weren't even officially yet but she at least thought that the two of you were 'coupley' enough for others to back off

But clearly, she wasn't obvious enough in how you were hers.

Because now she's sat on the bleachers, being sent off the pitch at practice by the captain after getting into a physical altercation with her own teammate, who didn't actually do anything but comment on her bad pass and it led to a punch to the teammate and a punch to her back.

And now her knuckles are forming bruises as she grumbles to herself, at this point she's sure she looks insane. She tried, like really tried to look at anything else but you and Heejin, of course, it was her, as she corned you against the metal fence at the edge of the field as you both talked about god knows what, Ryujin was actually glad she wasn't within ear shot but everyone and their mothers were in eyeshot.

Heejin was the captain of the basketball team so why the hell was she out here?

She was meant to be in the gymnasium not out here talking to you, so close to you, and Ryujin had noticed the looks you would get from her (and others) whenever you would wander into their lockerroom (the cheerleaders had their own and she thrived knowing you just wanted to see her that bad)

After what felt like an eternity to her (in reality, it couldn't have been more than five minutes) another member of the basketball team came out, one Ryujin didn't recognise but the jersey she wore gave it away, she tapped on Heejin's shoulder and she excused herself from you and left.

Ryujin's attention was drawn away whenever the whistle of her captain shrilled through the air, half-time break, she knew she had at least ten minutes before she was needed back ineye-shot of her captain so she made her way over to you.

You didn't see her coming, you knew she was here but Heejin came up as soon as you were about to go to her and quizzed you about the shared class you had that she fell asleep in and what the hell the assignment was for tomorrow.

You were staring down at your phone trying to find the notes and pictures of the whiteboard you had taken to send to her but your phone was hit out of your hand and you looked up, angry.

"Ryu? what the fuc-"

She grabbed your wrist that hadn't moved from where your phone once was, she used it to push you back against the fence roughly.

"Why were you talking to her, huh? are you that bored of me already? running off to other girls now, is that it?" she was furious, she had a right to be, you changed her for the better, she loved you (but she was keeping that to herself for now) all she thought about was you and other girls didn't even exist to her at this point and now you've got her wrapped around your finger you thought it was okay to play around with other girls?

You scoffed, she was reminding you of the girls she used to play with and how they'd react when she moved on.

"Wh-what? Ryu, I was getting her the notes from class?" You moved one of your hands up to grip the loose jersey and pull her down to meet your lips, in an attempt to give her some reassurance.

She accepted it, and of course, she did, she was obsessed with everything you did but she didn't believe you.

"I'm sure you were, she was practically eye-fucking you, you knew I was here too, you wanted to piss me off right?" She pushed you further into the fence, and the metal pattern started to dig uncomfortably into your back.

You weakly moved your hand to cup her jaw

"Ryu baby, please just calm down, she has a girlfriend and I have you."

She leaned into your palm and leaned down again to press a kiss against your lips and when you break the kiss and lean back against the fence she still was her eyes closed and a smile plastered on her face.

She leans back in to give you a more heated kiss, hands flying to your hips and squeezing so hard that it'll for sure leave bruises. Her tongue begins to tease your lower lip and you open your mouth and let her toy with your tongue and suck on it slightly before pressing harder into your mouth and reaching her hands down to your ass and squeezing and slapping lightly.

You moan into her mouth and she smirks you can feel it against your mouth. It didn't last long enough as you got snapped back into reality when you heard the shrill whistle blow from Ryujin's captain but apparently, she didn't hear it.

She just continues to press into your mouth, growling almost as she gropes your ass harder and eventually drops her head down to your neck and bites down before licking over the mark.

Your hands against her shoulders are a sign she needed to stop. She takes a step back and smiles a lovesick smile.

'Shin! get your ass back on the bench now!' the captain yells and Ryujin leaves a last kiss on your forehead before jogging back to the pitch as you fixed your outfit and walked back to your cheer team.

Maybe this was just not Ryujin's day. She had just finished her after-practice shower and was back at her locker as she got dressed. She usually joined in on the lockerroom gossip but she was too busy thinking about you, she was still hard from your quick makeout an hour ago and all she could think about was going back to you and what she would do to you tonight.

She overheard Sooyoung and Hyeju talking, about girls, as they usually did and she would always just droned it out but something caught her ear this time.

She was a couple locker over so she heard their conversation loud and clear and she didn't like what she heard.

'Did you see her in that fucking skirt, God… I bet she's tight as shit.' Sooyoung bragged as she sprayed deodorant on herself. She knew Sooyoung was popular with the girls, she even had a thing for you a while back but she had an endless amount of girls and surely she was over you as you didn't give in easily like you did with Ryujin.

'I know dude,' Hyeju agreed as she pulled her shirt on over her head, 'She'll be at Yeji's party on Saturday sure, but you'll have to deal with me,' she smirked.

Sooyoung laughed and Ryujin had a suspicious feeling about this. 'I'm sure Y/N wouldn't mind us taking turns'

Ryujin slammed her locker closed. Not bothering to put a shirt on and just pulling her team jacket over unzipped, she made her way to Sooyoung and pushed her against her own locker. One hand grabbing her shirt collar.

'Shut the fuck up!' She growled, Sooyoung was taken aback at first but just smirked.

'What? She's a free spirit and from what I can tell she has a thing for jocks' she retorts.

"Leave her alone, got it?' she yelled at slammed her back again.

Sooyoung winced before raising her hands up in defence, Ryujin backed off and grabbed her gym bag and made her way to leave the locker room.

'Well, we'll see about that on Saturday shin.' One last comment from Sooyoung and Ryujin slammed the locker room door shut as she left.

It was Saturday night, Ryujin sat on your bed as you finished getting ready, putting your earrings in as she sat back and admired you. She really didn't want to go but it was important to you, Yeji is the captain of the cheer team and you were celebrating winning the latest competition.

But after hearing the comments her teammates made about you, she was more than willing to tag along. She made her way behind you after you put your second earring in and just looked over yourself in the mirror.

She grasped your hips and pressed a loving kiss to your neck and looked to the mirror where your eyes met hers.

'You look so gorgeous,' she murmured against your neck as she pressed another kiss there and you looked down shyly. 'Thank you, baby.'

Leaning down and picking your her jacket up to drape around her shoulders, turning around and placing your hands on her shoulders, she clearly had something on her mind but she gave you a quick kiss as you fixed her denim jacket.

“C’mon. Don’t wanna be late.”

#ryujin x female reader #d-dalladalla #ryujin smut #itzy x fem reader #itzy smut

[postwarlevi]

A Captains Kids dinner party

Content: 2.6k words of modern post war fluff. Levis leg is acting up while you take on too much by yourself, so he calls in reinforcements.

Extras: This is for @levi-supreme Happy Birthday Levi event! Thank you for letting me join and helping me get back in the swing of things!

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Levi sat at the kitchen table, watching you move about. You were up early, starting chores, when he came limping in. His leg injury acting up again.

You stopped what you were doing and after a little tiff you got him seated with his tea, the newspaper and a small breakfast.

He is very grateful to you. Generally he's the one making breakfast or you both make it together. But sometimes when his leg is bad and it's hard for him, you try not to let him exert himself.

You sense him watching you and turn to give him a kiss on the top of the head. "Everything okay?"

Levi sighs and shrugs. Yes, it's okay. Not great. "I'm sorry." He says quietly.

You squeeze his shoulder. "Stop that. It's okay to rest sometimes."

He is usually a get it done type of person and doesn't like to sit on the sidelines when he could be helping.

He puts his arm around your waist and leans into your side, making you smile.

You stay like that a few minutes rubbing his back.

He let's you go and you go about the laundry and cleaning breakfast dishes and help him to the couch when he's ready.

"Thank you." He looks up at you.

"Can I get you anything? A heating pad?" You make sure to ask because he won't.

But Levi shakes his head. "No. I'm okay." And he is, now that his leg has been resting it's feeling better. But he knows not to try to push it at the moment.

You lean down to kiss him and continue working around the house.

You are both off today, thankfully. So while Levi rests you can clean and be there for your husband, not worrying about serving customers. Which while you love, he comes first.

But it's Levi who is worrying. You're hosting a dinner tomorrow and want to start prepping everything today. And he knows it's going to hard for him to help, and it's going to be a lot for you.

He thinks maybe if he just sat at the kitchen table with a cutting board and ingredients, maybe he could at least chop. But, he'll probably forget something and not be able to reach it without your help, or his back will hurt sitting there too long, or he'll just be in the way.

"Levi?" You come in from the garage to see he's lost in thought and come sit by him on the couch.

"Maybe we should postpone." He blurts out.

You smile. "We have all the things we need, the recipes are ready, people are coming over. It'll be okay." You snuggle into his chest and he sighs and plays with your hair. How you manage to comfort him every time.

"I might not be much help." He tells you.

"Don't you worry. I got it covered." There is more than enough time to get things done by yourself.

He sighs and leans back against the couch. He knew you'd say that.

"Hey, it's fine. I can do this." You encourage positive thoughts.

Levi nods. "I know you can. I just want to help." He feels useless when this happens.

"You do more than enough. You help me and take care of me all the time." You sit back to look at him. "Please don't worry. If you feel better later than yes, come into the kitchen. I'll find something for you to do. If you're still tired but insist, it can be something small. But otherwise, stay out of my way."

The last line is said jokingly as you push your forehead against his and smile, making him chuckle.

"Okay love, thank you." He moves his lips to kiss your forehead and promises to be good.

And with that you start in, getting out cutting boards and mixing bowls and blenders and pans so you can prep and get done anything that can be premade.

Levi hears you working hard and has to bite his tongue to not ask if you need help.

It's obvious you do as you let out a curse which isn't in your nature.

"I'm fine!" You yell out, knowing Levi is listening.

In spite of himself he smiles. He closes his eyes as you put on some music to try to drown out the noise you make and hears you singing along.

You are barely into this with so much more to do. And suddenly Levi has an idea, that he usually wouldn't go on with, but he knows this is the best option and makes a phone call.

Not more than half an hour later there's a knock on the door as you are hands deep in dough.

You let out a sigh and wash your hands, going to see who it is. Levi is closer but you aren't going to make him get up.

"Afternoon Ackermans!" Connie shouts making you jump.

"What are you guys doing here?" You ask as he, Jean, Sasha, Armin, Mikasa and Eren file in.

You've known their families for a while, and they've all taken a liking to you, and somehow, to Levi as well.

"We got a call from Levi that we could be of service." Armin says as they all wait for instructions.

You don't know what to make of this. "To the kitchen, please. I'll be right there."

As they wander to see how they can help, you slowly turn to Levi who is smiling.

"What did you do?" You raise an eyebrow.

"You're looking at it. I can't help much but, they can."

You put your hand on your hips.

Levi lets out a chuckle. "Don't do that."

You fall on the couch next to him and hug him tightly.

"You're not mad, right?" Levi asks to be sure.

"No, it's very sweet for you to still think of ways to help me. I appreciate it." You kiss his lips gently and stand up.

You squeeze each others hand. "Let us know if you want to join us." You tell him.

"That noisy bunch? Hardy." Levi jokes as you laugh and pat his head, going into the kitchen.

The young adults are all ready with aprons and smiles.

"Okay, let's get started." You smile back and put them to work.

As expected, it starts out rough. Right away Jean tries to soften butter in the microwave instead of on the stove and it explodes before you realize it. He and Eren argue as he tries to clean it and Mikasa has to help separate them.

Connie accidently puts one cup of flour instead of one cup of sugar into a recipe and Armin looks for ways to fix it.

And Sasha who is trying her best chops too close and nicks her finger, and you have to take her to the bathroom to fix her up.

"I'm sorry." Sasha says to you while you're putting a wrap on it so she can still help.

"Don't worry. We'll get this done. I really appreciate you guys coming over." You reassure her. Besides, it can't get much worse, you think.

"Well, when Levi told us to come of course we did. We're always happy to help!" Sasha looks up to you both and it's rare Levi is the one inviting them.

You give the younger girl a hug. "Thank you Sasha. Come on. Let's see what's going on."

As you get back to the kitchen, Levi is sitting in one of the chairs helping supervise.

"Mikasa, careful not to overmix, Armin, cut those a little smaller." He's directing them as much as he can from what he's able to see from the chair.

He sees you walk back in. "Everything okay?" He has a soft spot for Sasha.

"Perfect." You smile.

"Hey Sasha, I thought Niccolo was teaching you some things in the kitchen." Connie says loudly to embarrass her, and her cheeks do turn red.

"Who's Niccolo?" You don't recall that name.

"No one!" Sasha says a little too quick and goes to stand by Mikasa and looks for ways to help.

"Her boyfr-" Jean joins in the teasing.

"Shut up!" Sasha is ready to throw a spoon at him.

"Cut it out." Levi speaks up and they settle down. "You have a boyfriend?" Levi wants to know more about this, so when his leg feels better, he can go have a talk with this guy. Makes sure he treats Sasha right if that's what's really going on.

Sasha shrugs and continues chopping.

"Leave her be." Eren mumbles as he and Armin work the blender.

Levi knows Eren's not saying it to him but to the ones bothering her, but he doesn't ask anymore questions.

With all the extra hands now working together things go much smoother.

"You okay sweetheart?" You ask Levi quietly, knowing the chair can bother his back.

"I'm fine. The guys helped me in here, and I got a pillow." It's small and supports him but doesn't make him lean forward. So far, so good.

You squeeze his shoulder. "Okay, good. Thank you for helping."

You are not too surprised when he rests his head on your side. He isn't openly affectionate with you in front of others, but uses small gestures still. Behind close doors is a different story. Cuddle time is all the time.

Most of the prep work is done and things that can be baked ahead of time are in the oven, and a pot of soup is boiling on the stove, being watched by Connie, who gets mad when Eren tries to distract him.

"Cut it out." Levis tone is just enough they know to behave.

"Come, help me." You pull Eren and Mikasa over and give them serving trays and put some drinks and pastries from when you baked the other day on it and send them inside.

Jean, Armin and Connie assist Levi back into the living room, with you and Sasha finishing stirring the soup and pulling out tomorrows baked goods.

"I want to thank you guys again. We would've been here way longer without you." You tell them, happy to see their smiling faces.

Levi closes his eyes and sighs slightly. You use the word we all the time, even when most of it is all you.

But still, there are days when he takes care of you more, which happens at least half the time. Not enough as far as he's concerned.

However, you two are a team, two halves of a whole, and cannot function properly without the other for too long. So Levi will let you say we, because it is always you and him.

"So, what's all this food for?" Mikasa asks.

Levi goes to speak but you beat him to it.

"We're hosting a party tomorrow."

"A party! Are we invited?" Sasha asks with excitement.

"Of course. We're visiting a couple friends first but then we want you guys to come over." You let them know the plan, and Levi goes along with whatever you say.

Mikasa and Armin quietly look at each other, knowing this is the very moment they were invited, and not before. But still, they play along because they want to come too.

"How are you doing?" You turn to Levi to check on him while the young adults talk.

"Pretty good. Thank you." Levi says honestly. Since he's been able to rest, his leg has stopped hurting and he hopes he'll be up more tomorrow for the party.

"Do you want us to come over early and help?" Jean asks you later while they all help clean up.

"Hmm, maybe. Perhaps. I'll have Levi call you." You say with a smile as Levi tries to hide one of his own.

Once everyone leaves for the night, and you and Levi grab something for dinner, and you've had a relaxing bath together, you lay in your bed, safe in your husbands arms.

You kiss his cheeks, his nose, his chin. "Thank you for today."

"You're welcome. I couldn't let you do it all by yourself."

"I know you love me, you called all the kids over at once and are letting them come tomorrow too." You chuckle at the turn of events.

Levi smiles. "It's fine. They aren't that bad. When they aren't whining or arguing or exploding butter." You both laugh.

You reach down and rub his leg. "You feeling better?" You know it wasn't as bad before as this morning.

He nods and scooches closer and kisses your forehead.

"Yes love, I'm doing great."

It's not long after that you're both asleep and the next morning it's you is are sore from standing and bending and cooking all day.

Levi sets you up with a heating pad and makes you breakfast and gives you a shoulder rub all before 9am.

"Thank you." You hug him from behind while he's doing dishes.

You're both feeling good and soon get started up again with finishing recipes from yesterday. Levi calls Sasha and tells her "bring that chef you've been hanging out with."

He can be of help and Levi can monitor.

Sasha and Niccolo show up and it's clear they're smitten with each other and you smile at seeing them flirt.

While Levi generally takes a little longer to warm up to new people, especially ones interested in these guys, but as he sees Niccolo help and encourage Sasha and not make fun of her whatsoever like the others for doing something silly, he thinks maybe he could like this one.

Later on you hug them both and thank them, letting them to come back later with the entire crew.

With things ready for your dinner party you and Levi sit and rest for a short time before your guests show up, and right away they rave about how the kitchen smells.

You mingle and get drinks and appetizers going and the young adults all make it for the large dinner.

There's a good twenty people sitting around your kitchen and dining room tables as people laugh and talk and eat.

"We couldn't have done this without them." Levi gives credit to the kids.

As everyone is helping clean up afterwards Connie suggests a game and it turns into a great idea.

You get paired with a friend, Eren and Niccolo, while Levi is in a group with another friend, Armin and Sasha. Jean and Mikasa are with two other friends, with Connie in another group.

You look over and see Levi full on laughing at one point and smile widely.

In the end it gets late and no one is sure who actually won any of the games but it doesn't matter.

You say goodbye to your guests and thank the young adults for all their help.

Levi goes and gets some of the leftover appetizers and finger desserts for them to take home and you hug them all again.

"Niccolo, nice to meet you." Levi tells him, and it's clear Sasha is happy he approves.

As they are step out Connie turns one more time.

"So, whens the next party?"

No one says a word at first.

"We'll let you know." You say with a smile and squeeze Levis hand who squeezes back.

Armin and Mikasa share another knowingly look and smile at each other.

With everyone gone you two go to bed pretty quick after your long day and cuddle for a bit.

"Thank you." You whisper to him. For the help, the party, being there for you.

He strokes your cheek softly. "You don't have to thank me. We do things together."

You rub his chest and put your arm around him and nestle in closer.

As you exchange 'I love you's and fall sleep together, you quietly think of the day you can add another little one to your household.

A tiny baby who will have the best aunts and uncles, and the most loving and doting father.

As Levi holds you through the night, what you don't know, if he's having the same thoughts as you and can't wait to see you hold your child one day.

#rei’s event: happy birthday Levi 2022 #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi #aot #attack on titan #levi fluff #captain levi #levi ackerman fluff #captain levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #post war levi #the captains kids #104th cadets #modern au

[these-written-reveries]

I'm genuinely avoiding getting out of bed bc that means I have to get going with my day which means I have to make the call to my gyno to schedule an iud insertion which I still don't even want, but I have to bc I have endometriosis -that which I had a surgery for 6 months ago and I've been avoiding making a decision on this iud ever since bc it scares me. Not just because of the obvious side effects/scary things that are rare, but can happen with iuds, but also bc I'm chronically ill and I have GERD, which is a fucking monster to tame on a daily basis, but it can be made worse by birth control (I've already experienced it with the pill and it was hell). Idk if this one is gonna do that or not, but if it does, that means I will either have to take a PPI full-time for my GERD (which I don't wanna do bc I'm young and it's linked to bone density loss when taken for long periods of time) OR I will have to have the iud removed and just pray the endo doesn't grow back very fast and cause me to need another surgery in the next year or 2...which...if I'm being honest, I'm already starting to feel slight pain that I have associated with endo in the past, so that's not really reassuring. This iud is thought to be the best option for treatment bc it's supposed to slow down the growth of endo by thinning the lining of your uterus and preventing you from having periods. It is also basically the only option for treatment besides surgery so...yay me!

I care a lot about my health and I've developed a lot of anxiety surrounding my health as well. I don't like doing anything that risks ruining the balance I've worked so hard (and am constantly working hard) to maintain. At the same time, I know I need to at least give this iud a try, as it is my only option and who knows? Maybe it'll work great for me? That doesn't mean it's not scary as shit though.

Even though it's technically my choice at the end of the day, I feel like I don't truly have a choice at all. If I wanna take the best care of my body, I have to try this. Because, it's all I have, other than trying to go with basic natural treatments which I'm already doing and aren't really backed up by any solid science/tests. So...this is it for me. I have to be brave and try, but I'm so tired of being brave all the time 😫 I just wanna live my life and not have to think so fucking hard about my health 24/7. I don't wanna make decisions anymore lol. Can someone else just like...take the wheel? That would be great.

Anyway, I'm gonna do it. It's already 2pm, so if not today, then definitely tomorrow. I can't put this off any longer.

#being chronically ill SUCKS ASS #I wanna go back to the days where I didn't even think about any of this #my health was never a worry in my mind #for I was young and therefore I never had to think about such things bc that's for when ur old #right? #NOPE #big wrong #any of us can become physically disabled at any time #no one thinks it's gonna be them until suddenly it is #it did happen somewhat gradually but I can still pinpoint the time my life was truly flipped upside down #to think just 3 years ago I was living a totally different existence is fucking insane #anyway #it is wat it is #vent post #k.talks

[new-dawn-au]

Yeah, this is gonna be a long one so buckle up XD

Also sorry for the wait for this to come out, I've had it mostly done for so long, just didn't know how to finish it!

Yuki, young girl with light brown and pink hair accompanied by heavy eye makeup, threw her bag at the roof fence, slumping down against it before giving a long and exaggerated sigh. "Ugh! I can't believe that Hayate got suspended again! He's such an ass!"

"Let me guess, another fight of his escalated?" Asked Minako, a pale girl who's purple eyes were highlighted by her bright grey hair and dark cardigan. The purple eyed middle schooler handed the other a bottle of water and watched as she gulped it all down, sighing with delight as she finished the water.

"Ahhh, that's good shit. Thanks, sugar!" The mentioned girl blushed at the nickname as her eyes softened, just then did she notice something. "Wait, where's Saki? She isn't usually this late." "You're right, where is she?" Yuki said and not a moment later, the doors to the roof were pushed open by their friend.

Saki stopped in front of the two girls and clutched her chest, catching her breath before apologising. "Sorry that I'm so late! I was taking the new kid to the nurses office."

This sparked Minako's attention, a new student in the middle of the year? "Huh, why'd he have to go?" The gyaru said. "He didn't tell me, but he looked ill." Saki said, it was obvious that she was worried about him despite just meeting him.

"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting you two, but who is this new student? I've never heard about him." Minako asked, gaining an answer from Yuki.

"His name is Apis Subaru! Well, at least I think it is, he didn't really tell me when I was showing him around. He didn't talk alot when I met him, I think he's an introvert? Eh, who knows, that guy's a mystery." Yuki explains, constantly moving her hands whilst doing so. "He seems nice enough, but I don't think the poor guy has any friends! And he has heterochromia as well, I'm not sure if it's a contact lense or not but it totally rocks!"

"If he doesn't seem to have any friends, then why don't we try being his friends?" Minako suggested, gaining a nod of the head from the other two. "I guess that could work! Okay, tomorrow, I'll invite him to have break and lunch with us." Saki decided,

The next day, Saki waited for the break to start before she walked her way over to Apis, noticing how he had a scar across his eye, that must've been what Yuki was talking about.

He looked at Saki and closed his eyes, giving her a small smile. "... Thank you… for yesterday… I really do appreciate it."

"Aren't you gonna go anywhere for break?" Saki asked the boy, causing him to simply shake his head, his hair swaying as he did. "No…. I don't really know anybody here… and I don't want to cause a distraction for anyone else by following them.."

Saki was filled with sympathy for him, it was clear that he didn't have a very good opinion of himself. In a way, she could see her younger self in him, and this only made her more determined to be his friend.

She smiled before offering him a hand. "Well if you don't have anyone to hang out with, why don't you come with me? It'll stop you from being lonely." "Are you sure? I.. don't want you to feel like you have to be my friend just because you pity me." Apis said before his classmate grabbed his hand, pulling him out of his seat and guiding him to the roof.

Saki was so much different from him, she was confident and didn't seem to care what people thought about her, he wished he could be like her.

By the time the two middle schoolers had got to the roof, Apis was already a bit out of breath, he wasn't yet used to running that quick yet.

"You really weren't kidding on your stubbornness to get him here, huh?" Yuki laughed, watching as the two sat down. "Nah, you know me, I never go back on a promise." Apis felt strange to be around the three girls on the roof, it reminded him far too much of the time Yuma and the rest of the Numbers club spent having lunch on the roof.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by Yuki complimenting him. "Oh my god, you wear elf ears to school? That's so rad! Kinda cute as well, where'd you get them?" "Uhmm, thank.. you? I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean.." He mumbled, said ears moved down as he tried to edge away from the girl questioning him.

She dramatically gasps, eyes widening as she covers her mouth. "They fucking move as well?! That's hella sick! You know what? You got a nice aesthetic going on right now and I'm digging it!" Apis didn't know how to respond, he didn't remember the last time he was complimented in such a way. All he could do was sit there.

As Yuki was gushing about nothing in particular to him, she noticed something quite worrying. "Wait, have you had any food yet? You look starving!" "Huh? Oh, I must've forgotten my food this morning." Apis replied, he had completely forgotten about eating and left the lunch that his dad had made for him at home, this happened yesterday and was the reason he went to the nurses office before fainting from hunger.

"um." Finally after watching Apis and getting a bit jealous over her girlfriend giving more attention to him, Minako speaks, offering her food to him. "I always have a tendency to pack too much food for myself, so you can have some of mine if you want, it'll stop you being hungry."

Apis was filled with a strange feeling in his heart for the rest of the day, it reminded him of the warmth and comfort that he felt with Yuma and the others.

He was going to feel very safe in this new town, he just knew it.

#new dawn au #zexal #astral zexal #zexal ocs #yuki tomoe oc #minako shimizu oc #saki tachibana oc

[captain-aralias]

WIP Wednesday!

three small bits to share today, all below the cut:

a scattered showers/rainbow-inspired look at the final chapter of Unintended. (it'll be obvious when it's over if you want to just look at that)

a bit of the nsfw brobelove i'm writing for prompts fest - started today

everything i've written thus far of the snowbaz wingfic for prompts fest - i also started this today, wrote two paragraphs, then decided i was overthinking it, i think i can write the brobelove faster.... so let's see.

Unintended chapter 5

inspired by this post ;)

i feel like i've shared quite a lot of this before, so i also choose this more intriguing slice of baz POV from later:

the wingfic ...

I’m listening to music, so I don’t call out for Baz the moment I let myself back into our flat. I used to do it every time I got back – assuming I’d let him out of my sight at all, mostly I went with him whenever he left the building. I’d sit outside his lecture halls and wait for him to be done; I went with him to the shops. It’s not as if Baz minded.

But after a while, I started to trust that he would always come back, if he went somewhere. 

'but where's the wings?' you may say. and you're right - i think i'm faffing, cut all this. maybe. although it seemed important maybe for simon's state of mind.

brobelove nsfw

Well. This is awkward.

At least we haven’t taken our clothes off yet. That gives the whole scene a tiny bit of dignity that would otherwise be completely lacking, but there’s no getting away from the fact that it is awkward. And that Niamh and I have completely failed to communicate. (And I thought we were doing so well …)

i've written a bit more than this. it feels ok. it feels like i can get through it. not for tomorrow, though - but maybe monday.

thanks for tagging me @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @facewithoutheart @stitchyqueer @ionlydrinkhotwater @confused-bi-queer @forabeatofadrum @johnwgrey

tagging @larkral @technetiumai @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @whogaveyoupermission @katmiscellanious @hushed-chorus @raenestee @bookish-bogwitch @ivelovedhimthroughworse

#unintended #my content

[dopaminergicaddictions]

The hallucination got to much worse yesterday. I wonder why? I couldn't focus cause I was so tired.. I heard it talking at me during therapy it went from inaudible just i could hear it trying to it was saying full sentences. This is why I always worry about sleeping cause when I talk to someone I can drown it out very easily when I actually slepe even when it's 5 hours of sleep.

I took maximum dose at 5:35 last night and laid down at 6:30. I got up a few times over the night and had to take like 30 to 40 minutes to knock back out but I woke up at 6 am. I am staying up. It fixed my schedule and the hallucination went back to the way it was. Quieter and less distracting and I can focus again. I prob got 7 to 9 hours but it's so segmented with bathroom breaks. That's its somewhere in between.

My will to live went from 2 to like 8. My doctors don't want to increase from 1.0 to 1.5..... I'm having my therapist Erin call in cause of they can just get me to fucking February 21st sleeping every fucking night. I'd need two weeks without weed and I'm going to go back to fucking normal.

I'm requesting a gene test and a hair test for the 22nd... I want to rule out the gene thing... cause I mean tbh.... with the onset. How it visited everyday and went away after I stopped being high it it's so obvious thc... but until i see that I don't have the gene and as long as I hallucinate I'm going to keeo worrying...

I worry that I have the gene but thc started it..... if that's the case I'd wait until the thc drained out and end it if it hasn't left once I get the thc out.. when I sleep regularly and everything it seems to get minorly and I mean minoely better every single day...

I'm worried I won't slept tonight. My doctor is pushing me to see a psychiatrist to take over and percribe a higher dose.... it's making me lose hope cause just push me through the next month and half. It could be done tomorrow or next week or even before the 22nd.... maybe it'll be Feb 10th... but I need to SLEEP EVERY SINGLE DAY. I'm going to take less than maximum dose at 10 tonight and if I'm not sleeping by 12 I'm going to raise it so hopefully I'm our by 2. At least now my 17 hour mark is fucking 10 pm... 10 pm seems like so fucking long from now. I wish I could take it at 8 but I tried 12 hours, I tried 15-`16. I guess my body needs 17 waking hours.

Wish me luck as if Erin can't get them to push it to 1.5... I'm going to have major issues Well before this goes away. Getting in with a psychiatrist is almost impossible and they are going to push fucking antipsychotics and anticholinergics... and prob antidepressants for christ sake. I won't take any of those EVER... and it could be a useless thing to do If they won't increase it.

I'm hoping that after my doctor has another provider in the loop they'll consider it. At least they'll give me 1 for the foreseeable future but I can't scarfice one night of sleep.

I'm not joking yesterday it might as well even been November 15th when I couldn't even watch a movie or talk in therapy without the voice taking away my entire fucking focus... and today it's like wait it's Jan. 12th and It's like it even improved from the day before I didn't sleep...

[combatfaerie]

Ficlet: Going Dark

Story: Going Dark Word count: 1,609 Relationship(s): Damian & Rhea Prompt: "Since when did I say I agreed to this?"

Disclaimer: I've never dyed my hair, so... blame google and artistic license for any obvious errors. Summary: Rhea enlists Damian's help before joining The Judgment Day.

Damian looked at the assortment of supplies in Rhea's bag and frowned. "Since when did I say I agreed to this? This is out of my league, Rips." He reached up and tugged on his hair. "This is all natural."

"I know. Lucky bastard." Being taken seriously as a blonde had never been easy, but now that she was joining The Judgment Day, Rhea had the perfect excuse to dye her hair black. Since her heel turn was meant to be a surprise—not just a surprise, but a shock—she didn't want to go to a hairdresser to get it done. "C'mon. It's easy. Teenagers do it all the time."

"Yeah, but those teenagers aren't on national television for a living, are they?" Damian shook his head.

Rhea rolled her eyes. "I'll go to a proper salon tomorrow before RAW, I promise. My hair's light, so it's not like we'll have to worry about bleach or anything. Come on, Priest! It'll be fun. It'll be... a bonding experience, right?"

"Bonding experience," he echoed. "Right. Why don't you ask one of the girls? They probably have more experience with the dye and all.... this." He gestured vaguely at the supplies Rhea had spread out on her hotel room bed.

"Because when I go to help Edge, it's supposed to be a surprise, remember? The fewer people who know, the better." It was virtually impossible to keep a total secret in WWE, but Rhea was determined to try. Women so rarely got a chance to be in big factions, and when they were, they were usually managers or eye candy. I'm going to change that, she told herself as she met Damian's gaze.

Damian eventually sighed and grabbed the container of dye. "Promise you won't hold it against me if I fuck it up?"

"I swear I won't," Rhea promised. "It's just hair, mate. If it really looks like trash and even a hairstylist can't salvage it, I'll just cut it off." With a shrug, she added, "I went from long hair to this, so I'm cool with another change."

"All right, then. You're tipping Housekeeping for whatever mess we make, though," Damian insisted, gathering up the supplies and following Rhea into the bathroom.

She had already changed into an old t-shirt she didn't care about, and she spread another old t-shirt on the rim of the sink. "This would be so much easier if the hotels still had freakin' bathtubs," she grumbled, taking off all her ear jewellery and setting it aside.

"Remind me again why you can't do this yourself?" Damian asked, eyeing the latex gloves she gave him with suspicion.

"Because I want to make sure I don't get any on my arms or whatever. I don't want anything to give me away backstage, remember? I brought a hat to wear," Rhea added before Damian could point out the obvious, "so if anyone asks, I can just say I'm having a bad hair day and need to go to the glam squad."

"Speaking of the glam squad...." Damian pulled the gloves on. "This seems right up their alley...."

"And if I had it done backstage," Rhea pointed out, "way too many people would know something was up. You know what people are like. The second something's different, they start speculating, and if someone would leak something...."

"Okay, okay. You owe me, though," Damian replied, "and I don't want anything done to my hair."

Rhea laughed. "Why would you? It's glorious."

"I know." Damian read the instructions aloud, pointing out the supplies as he came to them in the list. "Okay. We should leave the dye in for at least half an hour," he reported.

"Forty minutes." Rhea set out a series of clips to keep her hair out of her face afterwards and grabbed a little jar of Vaseline, rubbing the jelly around her hairline. "Okay, let's go."

"Just remember what you promised...." To his credit, Damian followed every instruction to the letter, sometimes double checking, and he made sure that every bit of Rhea's hair was covered. Once he was done, he peeled off his gloves and set the timer on his watch. "Forty minutes it is. You better hope no one comes looking for you in the meantime," he laughed. "Because you'll have a hard time explaining all this."

"Well, Hunter knows what I'm doing," Rhea replied with a shrug, "so he should know not to interrupt." She started cleaning up the bathroom as best she could, setting a bottle of conditioner by the shower so it was ready to go when it was time to rinse out the dye. "The shower head is detachable, yeah?"

Damian stepped into the shower and gave the shower head a gentle tug. "Yep."

"Good." Once the bathroom was as clean as she could get it, Rhea wrapped the second old t-shirt around her shoulders and motioned Damian back into the main room. "You don't have to stick around for the whole waiting process, you know. I can set a timer on my watch."

He just shrugged, flopping down on the bed. "Nah. I'm invested now. This is like bad reality TV. I need to see how it ends."

Rhea laughed. "Thanks for the vote of confidence. Don't think I can pull off black hair?"

"I think you could rock any colour." Damian stretched out on his back and looked up at her. "I just think it's kinda cool that you kept it blond, you know? It was like a little fuck you, I guess. I'm blonde, I'm pretty, and I can still be a goth who kicks your ass. I mean, anyone can put on a black leather jacket and boots and dye their hair, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything."

Rhea almost stretched out beside him, but she didn't want to stain the bed cover so she settled for sitting instead. "You think I should have left it blond?"

Damian shrugged. "Not necessarily. I see your point. It's a transformation. Especially for women, doing what you want with your body is a big thing. This can be you saying I'm not going to be your safe little mosher anymore. I'm a fucking nightmare."

"Except with Cody coming back, I'm not supposed to be the Nightmare anymore." Rhea stuck out her tongue. She had nothing against Cody Rhodes in general, but she loved her Nightmare nickname. "You'll have to help me come up with a new nickname."

"Well, we have thirty-five minutes or so to brainstorm," Damian joked. They did talk about potential new nicknames for her, but also what she hoped her spot in Judgment Day would do for the women's division. Then the conversation veered to music and before they knew it, Damian's alarm was going off. "Moment of truth time," he declared, heaving himself off the bed. "Do I get to help with the rinsing too?"

Rhea grinned. "See, you're totally into this now. Yeah, I'd appreciate it. I can do the shower bit on my own, obviously."

They both went back into the bathroom, pushing the shower door open as far as it could go. Then Damian got the detachable shower head and turned it on, aiming it against the wall. "The instructions said cool, so...."

"Cool," Rhea repeated, a hint of warning in her tone. "Not glacial."

"I know, I know." Once Damian got the water temperature adjusted, he eased back out of the shower and knelt by Rhea, who was leaning in as far as she could. "Rinse until the water runs clear, yeah?"

"Yeah." Rhea tilted her head to the side and shut her eyes, jerking slightly when the cold spray drifted across her face. It seemed to take forever for the water to not be tinged with black or grey, but Damian eventually turned the water off and set the shower head on the shower floor. "Now get out of here so I can shower."

Damian laughed. "Like I haven't seen the whole show, Rips." He smacked her ass as he stood. "See you and your new raven-hued tresses on the other side."

"Now we can be terror twins for real," Rhea grinned, shoving him out of the bathroom and shutting the door. She quickly undressed and looked at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't see any stray dye on her skin. After she wiped away what Vaseline remained around her hairline, she stepped into the shower and picked up the shower head, turning the water a touch warmer before she put it back in its bracket. Then she poured some conditioner into her palm and worked it through, smiling each time she caught a glimpse of her hair's new hue. It would take a while to get used to and it would definitely surprise her family when they watched the pay-per-view—she hadn't told them about joining Judgment Day either—but she couldn't wait for their reactions. She wanted to see how the audience took it as well. The women were finally getting more traction in WWE and Rhea was eager to keep the momentum going. A simple dye job wasn't going to do it, but if she could prove that she was willing to change and adapt, maybe more women would follow in her footsteps and some day there would be a women's faction that the male wrestlers were eager to join.

Rhea towelled off quickly, wrapping herself in a robe and draping one of the old shirts over the shoulders for good measure. When she went back into the main room, she did a little twirl. "So what's the verdict?"

Damian stood and grinned. "Judgment Day approved."

#combatfaerie fic #damian & rhea fic

[pomrania]

Looking over last year's Smaugust stuff in preparation for this year's Smaugust -- I don't want to have to rediscover all those tricks from scratch -- and damn there's some REALLY good stuff in there. Good job, past me.

Currently working on writing the text for at least the first request post, decent chance it'll get changed up for future posts as I think of things to add or remove. At least this time around, I have a "for more information click here" post I can link, instead of having a wall of text to scroll through before people can see critters and art.

So yeah Smaugust is starting tomorrow, and I'll want to draw some (read: a lot of) cats as dragons. If you have cat pictures, get them handy.

I remember that last year I was really drained by it, so I think this year I'll work on limiting the amount of time I spend on any one picture; ideally this will help me develop some artistic efficiency, but "not feeling tired all of the time" is its own benefit.

DO NOT REFRAIN FROM MAKING REQUESTS BECAUSE YOU DON'T WANT TO OVERWORK ME; TIME AND ENERGY MANAGEMENT IS A PROBLEM TO BE SOLVED ON *MY* END. If I end up needing to close stuff for a bit, I'm perfectly capable of deciding that myself; have some respect for me as an autonomous person. I've already set things up to prevent certain ballooning; "separate posts for each day" means that it can't go too far if it breaches containment, and also that if I end up needing a day off, I can just... not make a post for that day.

(In completely unrelated news, I just found a comb I'd been looking for, for a few days; it was behind the container it's supposed to be in, but I know for a FACT that I'd taken that container out, looked in that area, and hadn't seen it. *shrug* Gremlins.)

Gah, every time I prepare for an art event, I keep coming back to that rant, of people not making requests, WHEN I EXPLICITLY SAY "PLEASE GIVE ME REQUESTS", because they "don't want to be a bother". First of all, that's some nasty scarring on your soul, that you think that way; I know "don't think that way" can't make you heal, but at least it doesn't let the lie continue that you're SUPPOSED to be mentally limping around. Second of all, my own damage resulted in the exact opposite problems; so if I ever hit a lull with this, there's a decent chance I'll be bothering people "hey give me a photo of your cat to draw".

Back to looking at the stuff I'd drawn last year. I'm pretty sure THAT prompt list is better than the one I'll be using, which I'd made in like half an hour, MAYBE an hour; so there's a bunch of cool concepts I won't get from my list, so I'll have to be aware and try to work cool stuff into it anyways.

Huh, I hadn't remembered I'd drawn so many pictures in greyscale. Well not MANY of them, but still more than I'd thought. That's what I did when I didn't have the energy for working with colours, or I simply couldn't think of what colour scheme would be best; and they all looked good regardless. (Okay there's one I don't care too much for, but it was from early on in the event, where I hadn't fully figured out the best way of dragonification, and it doesn't look any worse than pictures done in colour from that same timeframe.) Need to keep in mind an that's an option.

Also, I really like a lot of the pictures I'd done where there isn't really any shading, just lines and colours. Something else to keep in mind, that it's not a NECESSARY step. Might or might not want to try working on that specifically, because when I see a picture (that someone else has done) in that style, done with skill, I personally enjoy it more than one done in a different style with equal skill.

Also seeing a number of pictures where it's EXTREMELY obvious I just had a dumb thought that made me grin and then I ran with it; and you know what, those pictures STILL make me grin.

#no fandom #not a reblog #personal

[james-bucky-barnackle]

forcing myself to blog

I am forcing myself to blog because I feel like I always get to a realization when I write. And I use the word "force" because I haven't written one of these in such a long time because I've formed this conditioning that if I write traumatic or upsetting experiences in my life, it'll immortalize it and I'd never forget. But I feel like I have to, so I could lay it all down and for once, maybe it'll stay somewhere else other than my brain. In old school fashion, I am tabulating it.

I'm currently (not) studying for the board exams. I should very well be, but I'm not. I enrolled in review classes but only ever went to class for the first three weeks and then ineffectively dipped because 1) I relied on believing I'll watch the recordings even when I'm clearly not; 2) I always thought I had months away, until well I have only one more left; 3) I realized I could not for the life of me focus and I'm not sure if its because its online or maybe because I believe I'm better off reading lectures by myself. Whether I'm delusional for the reasonings to be both the opposite, and am in denial - I won't know until I type t all out; 4) It's so hard to study when you have work, and am battling some fucking mental illness that just about affects even your relationships and work and its a fucking cycle til you get to a point where you don't even know which one is the root. Like the chicken and the egg analogy, it never fucking stops. I have 1 more month left and I am shitting my pants. It's not obvious, but internally I am and I've filled a wasteland of shits that I look like I'm not giving but really I am.

For some mystical reason, I have to claim it and yell at the universe that I am going to pass and somehow top the exams without the effort I should be exerting and as I'm typing this, half of my brain is thinking of a comprehensive calendar to squish all of the lectures I need to read before the three days of hell come.

I'm terrible at work, really terrible - and I have my employee evaluation tomorrow. I haven't even filled it up yet because I always rely on mood for some tasks (and most people don't really understand that because they're twats and don't know what it's like to have fucking ADHD). I'm very insecure about the fact that I'm still holding the same job title regardless of company and I've been working for five fucking years. It gets to a point where I'm joyed when a peer of mine tells me they fucking suck at work and have a minimum job because it makes me feel better about myself which then makes me feel like a douchebag. And then a few minutes later I realize, I shouldn't even care about how much they're salary is because I'd still be struggling with mine. Now I have to build up the courage to tell my manager tomorrow to not reduce me to the last two months that I've been underperforming just so I could at least fight for my career even when I don't believe in myself anymore.

Next, is that I have to move out of this condo in 2 fucking weeks and I am furious because I just about want to cry right now, realizing how much is on my plate that I want to somehow time travel to any year as long as I retain my memories and live from then on. I'm so anxious because I only have a month left to study for boards and 2 weeks from that will be dedicated to packing to go back to my mom's house and I'd have to adjust again and I just want to cry and pull my eyeballs out. Just thinking about 2 weeks here and 2 weeks at home absolutely crushes the life outta me. I want to pack and start reading my lectures, not worry about moving or having to adjust to any schedule. But now I have to panic about that and panic about having not finished a single hand out.

On top of that, my anxiety has been piling up to the point that I can't even open up to my boyfriend because I feel like he's getting tired of trying to understand and I know that if I ask he'd say yes and I would just dissolve. Because certainly if that's what he feels, I can't really force him to try because he'll just grow to resent me for it. But I'd want him to know how I'm doing, I'd want words to spew out of conversations because he's my partner and I'd at least want him to know, because I respect him enough to let him know what's going on with me but also am torn about having respect not to tell him anything. I'm just worried that he'd look for me and that I wont be there anymore. At the same time I'm worried he's only here because he's afraid of what'll happen to me, and I don't want him to feel that way because I want his love for me to be free and non obligatory (even if he says it isn't I'm anxious of the possibility, especially when he can't be honest enough to tell me when I make him feel bad, which I berate myself for). I'm not even sure we still are together because we're going through a situation and I'm slowly dying and falling into an abyss. I'm growing more distant as time passes even when I respect his time and his process. I just want him to know that I'm growing distant and that I don't want to leave him in the dark when I suddenly turn ash cold and not have given him the chance to warm up.

I might just have to ask him to read this because I have no idea how I should talk to him. Imagine the scene where you ask Gordon Ramsey to taste your cooking and you just pull the most nervous face you don't even wanna look; or a finger pulling loose a collar because you'd be too nervous to check your boss' response on something because both of those will be me.

It's even worse because I'm fully aware I've gotten depressed (even though I feel like I've been this way for years) and I can't do anything about it even if I want to because I'm too broke to afford medication. And wanting to end things has become a thought for the past few months even when I really haven't thought about ending my life before. It's gotten to a point that the littlest things trigger me and I make it an issue, because I simply can no longer tolerate anymore. I am so anxious. I am so depressed. I am hopeful but also hopeless.

#personal #meowmey #entry #mental health #help #fml

[gremlin-writes-angst]

BP Yandere Hc

Tw: yandere related things, nothing graphic. Mild drugging( just to put you asleep nothing more), manipulation, isolation, mind games.

Out of all the others, Nightowl is the most obvious but that doesn't mean much. Nightowl is smart, he plans ahead of his plans as soon as he realizes you're meant to be his.

The only moments he slips up is when he's drunk or jealous, and at worst both.

Though when he sobers up he's easily able to throw your worries away, letting his plan flow well.

When you flew over for his graduation he was excited to start the fun part of the plan, making you his.

You were currently searching for your ticket home. You were starting to feel dumb for only getting a physical ticket, and not saving any of your flight login information.

“Have you found anything yet?”

You yell hoping your boyfriend was having better luck than you were.

“No, I'm not seeing it, I'm moving on to the kitchen.”

While you were searching your bags for the ticket, Nightowl was searching the small living room he had and now the kitchen. You moved to search your smaller bag for the third time, letting the frustration take over you dump everything out on the bed, letting out an aggressive sign. You search the contents and give up, it's not here, you let your head fall onto the bed, letting out another grunt. You can hear Nightowl shuffling around in the kitchen, you hear it stop, you know he's coming to check on you but you keep your head down.

“Cutie?”

You don't answer as he approaches, resting his hand on your back.

“Hey. don't give up, there's still…”

He looks at the clock on his watch, you have 3 hours, but all the other clocks say you've got one.

“An hour before the plane leaves!”

“I have no ticket Nightowl, and it takes at least 30 minutes from here to the airport, and then there's customs. I'll never make it.”

He's slightly disappointed by how angry you are, you should be happy to spend more time with him. He pushes it down as he coos at you.

“It's ok.”

He pulls you into his arms.

“It'll be fine, it's one day. Just relax, you've been so stressed, take this time to rest. I'll help you get a new ticket tomorrow. Ok?”

“Okay.”

Your voice is faint.

“Let me make you some tea.”

He helps you up and leads you to the living room, seating you down on the couch as he moves to make you tea, with a little more than a splash of NyQuil, just so you'll be asleep long enough to miss the plane. When you are asleep Nightowl resets all the clocks to the accurate time,

You had almost spent a month living with Nightowl, and though you loved him, you needed to leave, something was wrong. Every ticket you bought online, or paper, would disappear. You really wanted to trust Nightowl but he was always asking where the ticket was, and if you moved it he would get, almost angry. So you bought a ticket without his knowledge, packed your bag and got ready to leave. You sign the note before heading out when the door opens. You stood there, bags and suitcases ready to go, and Nightowl blocking your way, holding the groceries he went out to buy.

“What's this?

“I'm leaving.”

“You don't have a ticket.”

Nightowl closes the door, locking it.

“Yes, I do. Why'd you lock the door?”

“There's been reports of thieves around here recently,”

You don't believe him but you let it slide.

“I've got to go Nightowl, I've been here a month, my employers are threatening to fire me. I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet, theve been so understanding.”

“A month, I can't believe it’s been that long.”

Nightowl tries to avoid the topic.

“Nightowl.”

Your head is hung low, your voice quiet, dangerous. Nightowl doesn't dare respond.

“Why am I still here?”

“You never have your tic-”

“Why?”

“Well, we're both pretty clumsy and-I mean I misplace things all the time I thi-”

You raise your voice but not your head.

“I'VE LOST 3 PAPER TICKETS AND 3 ONLINE ONES, YOU INT MISPLACE THAT MANY TICKETS.”

“Wow calm down, relax cutie. Let me make you some tea.”

“TEA?”

Your voice drops.

“Tea? The tea that tastes like cherry medicine? That makes me sleep for hours?” “What? Why didn't you tell me it did that? I honestly had no clue that was what it tasted like, or that it was causing you to sleep, I can buy a different kin-”

You wanted to trust him, but you need to know if he was lying.

“Dump the groceries.”

“What?”

“DO IT!”

You lift your head as you yell at him, his voice was calm but when you saw his eyes you could see how angry he was, his face a scowl. You watch as he dumps the bags. The first thing you spot was flavorless NyQuil.

“What's that for?”

“For colds.”

His voice is no longer hiding his anger, he knows that his eyes gave him away, so he let his cold voice out.

“Flavorless?”

He decided to give up altogether. Taking a step toward you.

“I knew you were catching on to the tea, the cherry flavor was too much, so I fixed my plan accordingly.”

“Plan?”

“So you haven't figured it out completely?”

He takes another step, shoving the groceries out of his way.

“I planned this, all of it, I thought I'd be able to make you stay long enough you decide you wanted to stay.”

“Well I don't.”

You move to leave but Nightowl grabs your arm.

“And if you didn't want to, I’d make you.”

He was inches away from your face, now close up you could see how terrifying he was. You wanted it to stop. You started to hope this was a joke, you started to laugh, nervously.

“I get it, it's funny.”

You were met with silence and a stare, this isn't a joke.

“Nightowl, please, I don't, I don't like this.”

“Well, it's not a joke cutie. You're staying here, as long as I want you to.”

Quest doesn't necessarily realize what's going on.

At first, it's just love, he adores you.

But eventually, he getting these thoughts , obsessive ones, wanting to keep you, wishing you'd stop talking to others. He shakes his head trying to stop the thoughts.

He thinks he has it under control, that it's fine, he'd never act on it.

That till he actually sees you, in person, he holds you, he won't let you go, he won't lose you.

It's the morning of your flight, you wake up in Quest's arms, you look at his sleeping face. He looks so at peace like he's never been happier. You wish you could stay longer than this morning, but your flight leaves at two and you haven't even packed. You kiss Quest's face, hoping to wake him up in a sweet way, it works.

“Morning angel.”

His voice is so low and gravely as he wakes, it makes you want to snuggle closer, so you do, Quest squeezing you a little tighter in response.

“Morning.”

Quest's eyes stay close as he talks.

“I love this.”

“Me too.”

“I could wake up like this, every day.”

When you hear it you hear a wishful statement.

“I could wake up to this, every day.”

Quest says it again, this time it's a realization. He realizes not much stops him from keeping you. But you still hear it as a wish.

“Yeah, I could too.”

He squeezed you tighter. You decide to rest a little longer, he's just so warm. When you wake it's only a few hours till your flight, you try to get out of your boyfriend's arms, already running late, you realize you can't, so you try and wake him.

“Quest, baby, I need up, I'm late.”

He slowly wakes up, keeping his eyes closed.

“No.”

You laugh at the pout your boyfriend gives.

“Seriously, I need to go. I know it's hard but I can't stay here forever.”

“Why?”

You blush, wondering if he was already suggesting moving in with him. You loved him, and this time but you weren't ready for that.

“Because I can't, my life isn't here, nor is my job.”

Quest stays quiet, you thought he was going to give in but then his arms tighten, you can barely breathe.

“Quest?”

No response.

“Babe?”

Once again no response, limited time, and limited air make you panic as you try to wiggle free.

“Quest, please, i-”

You run out of breath for a second.

“I'm-”

You stop yourself, you don't want to say it, you don't want to hurt him. You close your eyes trying to struggle out more. When you open your eyes you notice his eyes are open too, and they're filled with disappointment? Angry? Frustration? Whatever it is, it is strong, and terrifying as he says the word you dared not to say.

“Scared?”

You don't want to but that look and voice make you tear up as you nod. You watch as Quest thinks. He realizes that if you're already scared, there is no point stopping now. He looks you in your eyes as his voice softens.

“You won't be leaving.”

Then he adjusts himself, making sure that you're unable to escape, he drifts back to sleep, loving that you'll always be there when he wakes.

The strange thing about Nakedtoaster is that he doesn't need you to be with him the whole time, he just needs you to be alone.

Sure they'd love it if you were always around him and him only, but he's also content with keeping you away from everyone else.

As he researched more about the author of blooming panic and the server, Toaster was able to hack part of the system, they were pretty proud about it, till it was reverted. He wondered why, but not for long, as Bloombot was quick to introduce themselves to Toasty. Warning them, telling him to stop digging. Toasty figured it out as soon as Bloombot showed itself, so Toasty struck a deal with Bloombot. They'd keep Bloombot’s secrets and wouldn't mess with most of the code but he wanted to help with something. Bloombot agreed to help and allow Toaster to do as he pleased, to keep you isolated from others.

They worked together making it so only you and Toaster could see your messages, making it so they controlled who you talked to, what discussion you were a part of, and keeping you from voice chats.

It was barely two weeks in and you started to realize something was off. Whenever you were added to a new discussion you were kicked immediately, whenever you tried to add to the discussion you were ignored, if you tried to join a voice chat your “internet” went out. The only time this wasn't true was when it was only Toaster. You thought they were an honest person so you asked him if he knew anything. They logged off. You were confused, maybe they were busy, something came up. You even start to consider that you were exaggerating or imagining it, and then you were tagged in general. Switching chats to read what they wanted.

Quest:

I'm really starting to worry about @ u/n

It's been weeks since they've been online

Weeks? You'd been on almost every day for the past few weeks, you participated in the discussion. You thought they were just being assholes, ignoring you, maybe playing a prank. The discussion blows up with concern. You try to add on, telling them you are here, that you don't like this prank, but nothing changes.

Quest:

@Nakedtoaster, you've gotten close with them, do you know anything?

You wait, and soon enough toaster logs back on. You immediately jump to your and his individual discussion, you spam their at till they respond.

U/n:

What's going on?

Nakedtoaster:

There being asses

U/n:

What do you mean?

Naked toaster:

A while ago they all made a plan to ignore you till you decide to leave the server

I know

it's terrible

U/n:

That doesn't sound like them

Nakedtoaster:

Trust me, I've known them longer

This is what they’re really like

This isn't the first time they've done this

You don't reply for a while so Toaster continues.

Nakedtoaster:

Here, see they just ignore your messages

Attached is a screenshot of the other discussion, the words you typed were on the screen but everyone ignored them.

Nakedtoaster:

I know its

Horrible

I tried to change their minds but

It was them versus me

If I was you I’d just leave

U/n:

But what about you

You are one of the few people I've connected to in a while

I don't want to lose that

Toaster smiles at their screen, it was working

Nakedtoaster:

Give me your number

U/n:

You know that won't work

Nakedtoaster:

Just

Just try it once more

You type it out and hit send, astounded when your message isn't deleted. Even more surprised when your phone buzzes.

"Hey sweetheart, it's Nakedtoaster."

You respond.

"I can't believe that worked, we can talk out of the chat now, without the censors!"

"I know, this is the best thing that happened to us. You should leave the server now. It doesn't serve you anymore."

For a long time Toaster stares at his screen waiting, and waiting for the words ‘U/n has left the server’ to appear on his screen. They wait and wait, and when they can't wait anymore he types a message.

"Just do it, they’re no good for you."

You look at the message, all the hesitate in your body leaves as you leave the server. Unaware of the confusion and worry you caused every member other than Nakedtoaster.

The first part of his plan was executed, soon in the next few weeks, Toaster would convince you that everyone, other than himself was against you and that he was the only safe person, the only one you could trust.

I think this one might be a little controversial but it's what I think he’d be like as a yandere.

I think Xyx is okay with you interacting with others, as long as he's there.

He's also not secretive about what he's doing, he has a lot of power and doesn't need to hide what he's doing, he also likes the cat and mouse game you try to play.

As soon as he had you in his house he revealed his plan. Told you how you would only ever leave this house with him by your side, how no one would ever believe you. How you should just accept that you're his.

Xyx had picked you up from the airport. You were ecstatic, till it all started to go downhill. The first thing was when he left your suitcase at the airport after you said it wouldn't fit on his bike.

“You don't need it anyway.”

You were ready to yell at him as he started his bike and drove you to his home. You tried to start the fight when you got inside his home but he shut you up quick.

“I told you, you don't need whatever was in that suitcase. Everything you need is here, and if it's not I can get it for you.”

“What are you saying Xyx? My ticket was in that bag, are you going to buy me another one?”

“No.”

“But you sai-”

“I know what I said doll. You don't need that ticket. You won't be going back.”

“You aren't making sense Xyx.”

“You live here now.”

“What?”

“You're going to live here until I get bored of you. You are going to be my living doll, doll.”

“No, I'm not, this is, this is insane.”

You start to head to the door, trying to leave.

“That won't work.”

You jiggle the door, it's locked, you move to the windows, they don't open. You turn around facing Xyx, he’s blocking the doorway, smirk on his face.

“Just give up. I've got the money, I've got the connections, I've got the acting skill to fool everyone and anyone. You're mine, and no matter what you do, you will always be mine. Now let's have dinner, my love.”

He turns his body leaving the doorway open, you think about running and finding a backdoor, but then you see his face. He's daring you to do that, he wants to see you run and fail, he likes this. You give in, slowly walking over to him and into the dining area, and sitting down at the table.

“Perfect.”

#yandere #angst #blooming panic #quest blooming panic #visual novel #bp nightowl #bp quest #bp xyx #female!reader #gn!reader #male reader #bp toasty #nakedtoaster #nightowl x reader #blooming panic xyx

[luimagines]

You give them a kiss!

Masterlist

Despite the earlier confusion, I’ve got it done! Here you go Anon!

Since there wasn’t any specification, it’s set platonically (but maybe hidden feels) so I hope that’s ok.

Content under the cut!

Wind

You hear Wind call your name. It’s loud and joyful and inexplicably full of excitement.

It immediately light your heart and you turn to see where the voice came from. Wind is starting to run in your direction something clenched in his hand. You can see it sway from his grip but he’s moving too fast for you to get a good view of what it is.

He stops in front of you, hiding what he had behind his back with a a wide grin his face. “I’ve got something for you!~”

You smile and drop what you’re doing, giving him your full attention. “What is it Pirate?”

“Close your eyes.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“Please!”

You oblige.

There’s a moment of silence before you feel something being placed on your head. It’s light but it feels oddly familiar and you open your eyes.

Whatever was in Wind’s hands before is gone and he’s staring at you with a pleased look on his face.

You slowly raise your hands to touch what it is and feel yourself smile.

It’s a flower crown.

“I made it myself!” Wind declares proudly. “Hyrule showed me how to make them. It’s not exactly the first one I made... That one didn’t come out as good, I think. But I like this one and thought it would look great on you!”

Your smile widens to a grin and you pull Wind into a hug. Your heart swells in adoration for this boy and you spin him around somewhat. “I love it! Thank you!”

You pull away slightly and give him a kiss on the forehead as thanks. “You’re very sweet.”

There’s a slight blush on his face as he pulls away from you, but his smile never falters. “Well, I’m glad you like it.”

Twilight

"Hey Twilight!" You skip to his side and place your hands on your hips. "How are you on this beautiful day?"

"I'm doing mighty fine, thank you." Twilight tosses a grin over his shoulder before he goes back to checking through Epona's supplies.

"What-cha doing?"

"Just checking through an old bag of mine. I'm looking for a new shirt."

This piques your interest. "Why?"

"My current one is starting to smell to kingdom come so while it needs to be washed, I need to find my other one."

"Well... I mean it's not that....Yeah..... Wild and I didn't want to say anything, but at least you're aware."

"Ok. Thanks." Twi deadpans. "I can feel your support from miles away. I am so glad that I'm traveling with you lot."

"We like having you around too!" You grin and punch his shoulder lightly. "Enough so that it's easy to tolerate the dog smell."

"You know what-" Twilight takes a swing in your direction but you easily dodge it. He's quick to follow you and take another swing.

You catch it and bring his fist towards your mouth to place a quick kiss on his knuckles.

"Maybe a shower will help too." You grin.

Twilight groans and takes his hand back. "I'll take that into consideration."

He begin to absentmindedly rub his thumb over where you kiss him even as he turns away from you and back to Epona.

"Glad I could help."

"Get out!"

You leave laughing.

Warrior

"Excuse me, but I need your assistance." Warrior walks up to and puts a gentle hand on your shoulder. "It'll only take a moment."

"Sure thing Capitan." You grin and drop your little project into your pocket. "What do you need?"

"I heard that you have a specific set of skills that I believe would help me greatly in a personal endeavor of mine."

"Drop the fancy talk." You deadpan. "It only makes you look suspicious."

"I want you to teach me about flowers." He admits in a rush.

"...Why?"

"...Seeecret." Warrior hisses through his teeth, unwilling to tell you why. "You're good at knowing what plants do what and how they help people. You're the best person to go to."

"It comes with the territory of herbalism." You grin. "But it's not all about flowers. I'd have to know what you're going to do with the plants if you want me to help you."

Warrior pauses and he takes a while to think about your reply. There's a moment where you can see that's he's battling himself about your conditions. Somewhere among the lines he comes a consensus and sighs. "...But it was supposed to be for you."

There's a blush on his face and he begins to scratch the back of his neck. He's not meeting your eyes.

His reveal surprises you and you smile at the soft confession. You stare at him for a little moment longer you snort. "Ok fine. I'll let you keep your secrets. I've been teaching Hyrule about being an herbalist and he's learning at an incredibly fast rate. He's your second best bet at this point."

"The Traveler?" Warrior blinks. "When did you start doing that?"

"A while ago." You shrug and skip in his direction until you're toe to toe.

"Whatever your surprise is I'm sure I'll like it." You say and go up onto your tip toes to place a quick kiss on his cheek. "You're a sweetheart. thank you in advance. I'll be waiting!"

You hear Warrior audibly gulp as you leave. "Ok! I'll- I'll get working on it!"

Wild

"Wild! I'm bored!" You cry out and flop onto the ground.

You were placed on Wild babysitting duty, curtesy of Twilight, while the others went to go scope out the nearest village for both supplies and information. But because of Wild stepping out of line and going against orders, he was benched until further notice.

"We're both bored." Wild groans and flops on top of your stomach.

You grunt with the unexpected pressure and force from the hit and drop your arm onto his face. "What can we do!?"

"I don't know!"

"But you always have something on your mind."

"That doesn't mean I can just pop out an idea whenever I want!" He shouts back. "My creative process is an enigma. Not even I can control it or will it into action."

You sigh. "So now what?"

A moment of silence.

"Wanna make out?"

"What?" You sit up, pushing Wild off of you in the process.

"Kidding! Kidding!" Wild laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. "I saw an opportunity and I took it."

"Wild." You deadpan, not elaborating on anything else. You do not continue your sentence.

Wild descends into snorts and giggles at your unamused face and he's completely lost himself in his own head.

In the distance you can hear Legend and Warrior arguing with each other and know that you're time alone with the wild child is up. A wicked streak kicks up inside you and you smirk to yourself.

Before the others can come close enough to see the both of you, you maneuver upwards and into Wild's personal space and place a kiss smackdab on his cheek- stilling him entirely.

"Next time-" You say as you stand. "-Tell me what you want to do before the others can come and interrupt."

You send him a quick wink and leave him to his thoughts. You're quick to greet the others and act as if nothing had happened at all.

Wild is still stunned and red in the face where you left him even as the others come close to the camp.

Twilight goes to question what's wrong with him but from what you can hear, Wild doesn't kiss and tell.

Time

Time calls your name with audible hesitation.

It's unusual to say the least and it's enough for you to drop every you're doing and give him all of your attention. "What's up? Is something wrong?"

Time doesn't say anything nor does he make eye contact, and it's even more concern as the moment passes.

"Are you ok?" You stand and make your way toward him.

Time clears his throat for a hot second and takes a steadying breath to meet your eyes. "Everything is fine, it's just, I wanted to ask for your opinion."

You're confused. "That's it? Time, you freaked me out for a second. Ask away."

"Um..." Time stalls intelligently. "Wind pointed out there's a shore line nearby. I was thinking the boys could use a day off....play in the water or the sand, just a break to-"

"YES! Yes! Yes!" You scream and jump up in excitement. "Really? Are we that close? We can have a beach day? Are you serious? Can we go?"

You can feel yourself beam and if he were to say that everyone was getting ice cream and can sleep in tomorrow then you were sure you'd be vibrating.

He looks at you with mild surprise but a soft smile crosses over his face.

"Link, that's a great idea!" You jump on him, hug him, wrap your arms around his neck and give him a kiss on the cheek. "This is great! When? Today? Tomorrow?"

You drop and jump a bit on your toes still.

He grins. "I wanted to see if we could camp there tonight, and spend the whole day tomorrow just relaxing."

"I can do that! We can do that! This is great! It'll be so much fun! I hope there's waves. I've wanted to teach Wild how to surf and maybe we can get Twilight to join. This is great!" You're too excited to think about where to go but Time points in a direction behind with a wink.

"How about you go help pack up the camp? I'll go collect the boys!"

"Absolutely! You absolute champion!" You run off to go meet up with some of the others and do your given task.

Time chuckles a bit and places his fingertips against where your lips were. It wasn't the reaction he was expecting, but he's not complaining.

Legend

"Excuse me Mr. Hero, what do you think you're doing?" You walk up behind Legend and put your hands on your hips.

You had caught him going through your bag. As obvious as it was that he was trying to be stealthy, he wasn't fast enough to get out before you came back.

Legend freezes on the spot and doesn't turn around to look at you.

"Why are you going through my stuff?" You raises an eyebrow and try to not yell. It's a barely restrained rage that flows through your blood as someone goes through your things without your permission. But it's Legend, you trust him and you don't want to take things out of proportion or escalate things higher than they should.

"I... Um..." Legend gulps and stands up, leaving your bag alone. He kicks the flap over, hiding the insides of it from other prying eyes.

You keep your eyebrow raised and watch as he squirms uncomfortably under your stare.

"I was trying to see if you needed anything." He somehow manages to look up and look you in the eye.

"Like?"

"Supplies."

"Like?" You press.

"Just stuff." Legend snaps and walks away. "We got back from shopping. I just wanted to know if you needed anything."

"And you didn't think to just ask?"

"It's whatever!" He storms away a little quicker than you think he would normally. He's hiding something.

You quickly make your way to your bag and shuffle through it.

You're not missing anything.

Nothing of yours is gone but there's a new thing you notice.

You see three new healing potions that were decidedly not there before along with four packs of trail mix and food stuffs that look nothing like what you usually pack for yourself.

Understanding cascades over you like a wave and you take a deep breath to calm the last of your budding anger.

You seal your bag and leave it there, quickly following after Legend before he can get too far.

You power walk next to him and stop him with a hand on his shoulder. "Hey."

"I didn't do anything!" Legend pulls himself away from you.

"Doubt it." You lean in and place a quick kiss on his temple before he can get away from you entirely. "Thank you. I saw what you did."

"And what did I do?" He wipes it off aggressively.

"Something very kind."

Legend stills once more and keeps rubbing off your kiss. "...It's nothing."

You snort and begin to walk away from him. "Regardless, thank you."

"...You're welcome."

Hyrule

“Would you believe me if I said that I’ve never seen someone be able to do this before?” You ask Hyrule one day out of the blue.

“Do what exactly?” He pauses the spell, your wound stays only marginally healed because of it.

“Do magic.” You shrug. “It’s... not really a thing where I’m from. We have magician but they’re all for show and it’s mostly illusions. You know, smoke and mirrors and the like. If you can figure out how they do it when it’s pretty simple.”

“That sounds... depressing.” Hyrule twists his face and goes back to healing you. “I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

“It’s not so bad. It’s mostly for fun.” You try to sit up now that the pain isn’t as severe. Hyrule doesn’t let you. “Can’t lose what you never had.”

“But it’s all I’ve ever had.” Hyrule’s eyebrows furrow and you can see the gears turning in his head. 

You let him think in the time it takes for you to get fully healed. Hyrule has always needed a little space to get his thoughts together before he says something. 

You’re fully healed in seconds and Hyrule leans away from you. You get to finally sit up fully and you take his hand in yours. He lets you take it and lets you study his hand with gentle fascination. 

No words are exchanged between the two of you and you pull his hand even closer to you. Before Hyrule can even think of pulling away you place a kiss against his knuckles.

“It’s a gift.” You say. “Don’t take it for granted.”

Hyrule smiles slightly and grips your hand. “Thanks. I think you might have a concussion though.”

“It’s nothing you can prove.” You answer with a loopy smile.

Hyrule snorts and stretches his hand by your head.

“Oh, yeah.” He grins. “That explains it.”

Four

Four calls your name with slight hesitation and you instantly give your attention to him out of concern. 

When you see him, he’s hiding something behind his back, slightly hunched back and has a blush on his face. He doesn’t appear to be injured or in any sort of pain so it can’t so bad.

“Four?” You stand up fully and begin to walk in his direction. “Everything ok? Is something wrong?”

Four shoots up and begins to stammer slightly. “No, I- You see- It’s nothing! Everything’s fine.”

“Four.”

“Nothing’s wrong. It’s just- it’s nothing.” Four laughs unconvincingly and scratches the back of his neck. “Here. I made this for you.”

Four holds out a little package covered in cloth with both of his hands and refuses to make eye contact with you.

Intrigued, you close the distance between you two and reach out to take it. The cloth seems high quality and you wonder how much it must have cost to get even a fraction of the square he’s just given you. The package itself is hefty or at least heavier than you thought it would be. 

Four is still refusing to make eye contact but he stays with the clear intent of watching for your reaction. 

You unfold the cloth over the weight and hold it from under. Repeating a similar action for the other side, you see underneath it two beautifully crafted twin daggers. The hilt is what catches your attention the most. It has red and black accents, each of the colors swirl around each other and mimic the wings of a butterfly when placed side by side. There was a hook at the end of each dagger, expertly hidden and you wouldn’t have found it if it hadn’t nagged your sleeve as you passed your fingers over the blade.

You looked with intrigue and gently picked up the blades out of the cloth. You tossed the cloth onto your shoulder and hooked the blades together out of curiosity. 

They fit together perfectly to create an elongated weapon.

“You made this?” Your breath leaves you in a whisper as you admire the craftmanship. “How? When?”

“It’s a secret.” Four grins softly, not bothering to hide his self satisfied smirk..

“And it’s for me?” You grip it tighter and flip it through your fingers, spinning it slowly. 

“Yup.”

You don’t reply, too enraptured in taking it all in. Even as you spin it, it’s astonishingly light for both of them being combined than you feel it should be. 

It must have taken a while to make this.

“Do you like it?” Four returns to be being bashful and kicks the dirt softly.

Your head snaps in his direction and you fling your arms around him. “I love it!”

Four takes a step back from the collision and is too shocked to hug you back.

“Thank you!” You shout and give him the biggest kiss you think you get away with on his cheek.

“I’m totally showing these off!” You bounce off of him. “Wild’s going to be so jealous! Thank you Four!”

You run away to find something to use them against as Four stays behind.

A hand slowly reaches up and touches the cheek where you kissed him. “You’re welcome.”

Sky

“SKY!” You shout and take off in a running sprint. You’re by his side in seconds and you’re quick to wrap your arms around him. He wraps his arms around you as well and turns your momentum in a spin.

“Well hello there!” He calls back in return, a grin on his face. “What brings you to my neck of the woods?”

“Would it just be enough to say that I just missed you?” You grin back and get off of his back, keeping your arm wrapped around his shoulders.

"Perhaps, if I didn't know you as well I do." Sky replies with a subtle smirk.

"Rude."

"Am I wrong?" Sky raises a teasing eyebrow.

"That's what you think. I am a ball of mystery." You let him go and step away. "I am in no way predictable. There's no way you can know all my moves."

"I bet that I could."

"I doubt it."

"Try me."

"Alright." You tilt your head up and place a kiss squarely on his cheek.

It stuns him in place and you grin at the result.

"Bet you didn't see that coming."

"Admittedly-" Sky gulps and blushes all the way to his neck. "-I did not."

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[caizen]

a velvet box of faults | gojo s.

sometimes, letting go has its disadvantages too.

1.8k | prfr | angst | warning: fighting

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"what do you—what do you mean by that?" satoru asks you, hoping that he didn't hear you right.

by now, his head is empty and all he's thinking about is your words, silently praying that if he did hear you correctly, you'll smile right after, laugh, give him a hug and an apology with how you're just kidding.

but with the way you look at him, it's slowly starting to feel real.

(it is real.)

he's slowly starting to get convinced you're serious, and he despises it.

(he won't accept it.)

(he doesn't want to.)

(he has to.)

"satoru," you call, hands in cold sweat folded on your torso, trying to stop yourself from shaking and breaking in front of him. "you know what i mean," you say, in an as a matter of fact tone.

he does nothing but shake his head. at an attempt of comforting himself, he assumes that he's just really tired and a little dizzy that he's beginning to mix up your words. it's late at night after all. he knows it's pathetic of him, but he does it anyway.

you really can't be serious about this, he thinks to himself.

"hey, hey, all of this is—" he stutters, shaking as he steps closer to you. "—all of this isn't real, right? you're just trying to get back at me for all the time i've teased you, aren't you?"

he forces a smile, but it's quick to go away when he sees nothing but honest eyes.

satoru thinks you look wonderful even if you're tired. your face, illuminated by the white light above you, the bags under your eyes obvious.

(yeah, you're still stunning.)

the warmth in your eyes are gone when he looks in them. looking at you makes him feel chilly. it's probably the lighting. hopefully.

hopefully it is, because he doesn't want to look at you and hurt.

with the way your eyes blink slowly, he's sure you want to sleep. still, he doesn't ask you to rest and talk this with you tomorrow because he knows you won't let him. it was now or never.

nothing's changed in him, and the same goes for you. you're both the same people as you were years before, still running away from reality.

"we don't have to make this any harder for us," it's hard trying to keep your hands to yourself with the way he's so close to you, tightly gripping your arms, kiss his lids, the gloss in his eyes tempting you to take his face in your hands, and wipe them away like every other time he's had too much on his shoulder that he breaks down and bursts in front of you.

"why?" he frowns, because the least you could do was tell him why you've come to this decision, so that he can be better for you.

he can try to be for the next time you're back.

(if you will ever be back.)

he pleads, because he doesn't want to lose you.

he can lose anything but you.

unable to look at him in the eye when all you see is them shining under the cold light of the lamp nearby, and not in a good way like four years ago, you close your eyes.

(it's been so long.)

but even if you do, there's no denying that the reality still lies in front of you, and that you have to deal with it. there's no running away this time. it's what led to this in the first place.

you coudn't lie to him, and even if you could, that'd be too cruel for either of you. it'll just end up on your list of things that keep you awake at night, and probably his too.

"we're getting nowhere, satoru," you sigh gloomily.

satoru's always been one to fix problems fast, but that's only with his job. there's so much he's confronted already, but he always finds himself hiding from and ignoring the ones with you.

it scares him—facing them—because his thoughts consume him and tell him that it'd lead to this. unfortunately, the other happens instead.

again, he feels pathetic.

"i'm asking you, what does that mean? do you—do you want to go somewhere? maybe you want to—"

"i want someone to grow with."

his brows crease, eyes narrowing at you. "am i not someone you want to grow with?"

"satoru, no, that's not what i meant," you wince at his misunderstanding, "i just—i want to, you know. i want it to be you. so bad. but it's not—we're still in the same place we were back then.

"you're still a child, and so am i. everyone's moving on and we're still at square one because—"

"who cares if we're still at the start? this isn't a race!" he retaliates, every single word carrying his frustrations he's tried so hard not to burden you with.

"we can't act like kids forever! we're adults! you're still in denial, and so am i!" you retort, having had enough of him. "we're not improving or growing up!"

"so what if we're not?" he fumed, flailing his hands in the air. "let them hate us! let them love us! who cares what they say? we have each other, don't we?"

clenching your fist, it takes a whole lot of self-restraint not to punch his guts with how his words come out mindlessly. "'we have each other'? are you hearing yourself? you're not even here when i need you! but i am when you need me!

"and this isn't about anyone else, so quit trying to drag other people into this! it's not about a matter of being loved or hated, it's about us actually getting somewhere and becoming better people!"

he scoffs, "oh, quit it with that righteousness stuff! it makes me sick! and you know why i'm not here when you need me? because i'm busy and you don't even bother to tell me how you're feeling! you make it like it's some guessing game!"

"busy? made you guess?" you ask, incredulous. "you never paid attention to me in the first place! i've always reached out to you, but you're always in your own world, arrogant and full of pride and forget that i'm even here! you don't even ask about me at all either!"

"oh, so i'm arrogant and full of pride?" he points to himself in disbelief. "i never ask about how you feel? you don't even tell me when i do ask! what's the point of trying if there's nothing i gain from it!"

"you're unbelievable! and you– you– this is, this is what i mean! we're still acting like children—you're acting like a child!" you cry out, your throat feeling sore and scratchy from the yelling.

"there's so much," you take pauses in between your words, letting yourself breathe. "there's so much more to us than what we are now, but we're still the same because—" you stop midsentence, hesitant to say the words since it contains the truth and you two have always run away from that.

"because what?" his voice is much gentler and softer now, mellow and calm.

you swallow the lump in your throat. "because we're scared."

when he opens his mouth to talk, you're already shaking your head no, exhausted and panting, despite being unaware of what he wants to ask before he even gets to make up his mind to find the right words for his questions and sentences.

don't let him say anything.

just let him stay quiet and keep the peace.

maybe then you could both pretend that nothing's happening. that there's no problem at all.

so he lets the room wallow in silence.

he wraps both his arms around you, and rests his head on your chest.

your heartbeat rings his ear, and it's still racing.

he feels his tears soak up your clothes before he even knows he's sobbing.

satoru was insufferable himself, and so was seeing him cry. as a try at comforting him, your fingers run through his hair gently.

he's always found it relaxing whenever you do that; it lulls him to sleep whenever he comes home restless, reminding him of the times you stayed awake until past midnight for him, telling him that there was good in this relationship.

but right now, it doesn't help him calm down. he presses his face harder into your shoulder to muffle his cries yet they still resonate vaguely in the room, while a hand of his holds yours on his hair, steady and begging you not to remove it.

nothing about this was calming; the silence was only letting the tension build up, the stillness of the room stood as a reminder that there was no life to it already, and even more so by tomorrow.

the more that he thought of it—of how this was going to be the last time you're ever going to do this—the more he feels himself going insane.

the night feels colder the deeper it gets, and you can't let go even if you desperately want to.

it was presumably just the air conditioning. nonetheless, satoru doesn't even feel warm to you at all. he doesn't bring you the same relief as the beginning of this relationship of climactic events because satoru's always been one to be big about things.

the sky in his eyes rain, pouring harder by the minute, pooling at your clothes and flooding on the floor.

if you stay longer, then you're more likely to be convinced that you'll be okay even if you're going to be staying at the same place, regardless of how you're conscious of the regret it'll bring later. that as long as satoru's here, then you'll be okay, but you can't be dependent on him.

how were you going to be, when even just a glimpse of him already feels so heavy?

"let go, please," you whisper, only to feel his arms around you tighten. "gojo, let go of me."

satoru has no idea how much damage he's done until his name leaves your lips. what's done is done, and no amount of regret will take it back.

he pauses, eyes widening at you, only to have them close again and shed even more tears.

"please, stay."

he doesn't care how desperate he seems, because he just doesn't want to lose you.

he can lose anything but you.

but alas, your choices go against his wants, and he can't always have what he wants.

it doesn't seem like it to satoru, but he's just as dependent on you as you were on him, and hopefully he learns that later on as you did yet kept to yourself way too long ago.

so he does as you say, because he's doing what he wasn't supposed to do: pull you back.

he caves in and presses your lips against him one last time, passionless and salty, a short sincere apology and wish that you find each other again.

the next day, he wakes up alone with sore eyes, a text on his phone.

geto suguru

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a/n: who knew i would actually put so much effort in gojo's fic 😐 i mean it's angst anyway so.....

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