#adding the moonlight really did save how it looked

[candy8448]

Based on this fic by @klesek

#she's singing ballad of the wind fish #tried to do something with the stars #see if u notice it #This comic took me 2 months (started in november) to make #i tried so hard not to give too much of it away while making it #the biggest struggle of this was drawing all the side profiles #there is a reason i dont draw them. they are way too hard #and the lineart was really frustrating #but i managed to finish it finally! #adding the moonlight really did save how it looked #i do a little art #i do a little fanfic #the legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #lu #lu legend #linked universe legend #loz marin #lu marin #loz marink #lu wind #art #fanart #lu art #comic #comic art #digital art

[lordcrumps]

The Sims 2 For Rent - CC EXPANSION PACK

Sul Sul!

~ More photos under the under the cut ~

Last week the Sims 4 got a new pack, this week Sims 2 players get that same pack! In a collaboration with @platinumaspiration and @tvickiesims and a HUGE assist from @episims, we bring you "The Sims 2 For Rent CC Expansion Pack!"

This is a large set, and advisable that it does not get merged even further than it already is! - I ran into some issues when trying to do this!

When you explore this pack, please take a look at the marble ring rug, it has some surprisingly cute rug swatches! I put a swatch in it to remove the marbles themselves, so you have a cute small rug! - I only mention this as I was going to bin the rug off once uploaded, but then I found it had some lovely swatches!

FUNCTIONALITY

So most of the items will function as they should and intended as. Its just not just deco items.

There is two collection files included, separated into build buy! Please note that fences and stairs and spandrels cant be but into a collection!

The squatty toilet that took me over 12 hours to make, yeah they squat, animation can be a bit bouncy but such is life. This toilet also can be flushed, get dirty and is cleanable!

Outdoor plants are seasonal!

Counters are animated with insides built, there is no drawer on the counter, I did not want to change the shape of the unit, and saw EA did the same - ignore the fact they grab something from a non existent drawer

Wardrobes have interiors elements, and have working doors!

Each Kettle have two versions, choose only one, one for the colour traits mod / one 'normal'. They function as Tea makers! Huazzah!

Spandrels in build mode are classified as fences. I made a variant with fence / no fence.

Several of the larger deco pieces such as the Arch Gate, or umbrella are actually lights!

Radiators act like radiators!

The Aircon Unit is completely functional, doesn't lower bills, but it does lower sims temperatures!

"Water Heaters" act like solar panels, they get money off your bills!

The Electrical Fuse box has 2 versions, I kept them both in, one wall deco and one functions as a burglar alarm - I wanted more alarms.

Most Sofas / Chairs have morphs!

Slots added to the Vanity and Bathroom Cabinet!

FENCES / SPANDRELS / STAIRS OH MY!

I have included swatch images of each of the spandrels, fences and stairs and labelled them to match, this is so that you can go in and take out any of the swatches you do not want. This is because there are lot of new fences and the menu can feel cluttered with them in for some people.

DOWNLOAD

ALT - SFS

~ Credits / Thanks / List of items not converted under the cut ~

MORE PHOTOS

CREDITS

Mini fridge is cloned from Targa over at MTS - so now it works just like a regular fridge barring a few animations (get baby bottle and juggle)

Kettles were cloned from @pforestsims's kettle, link here.

@jacky93sims for the base of the squat toilet! Epi for the code edits!

THANKS

@tvickiesims, @platinumaspiration thank you soo much for helping with the objects, really couldn't do it myself!! Your amazing, awesome, and some of the best creators out there! Thank you again!

@episims - YOU ARE DA BOMB! Thank you for all your help in getting those toilets working with me, and everything else you do when you answer my little annoying questions! Appreciated like you wouldn't believe!

LIST OF ITEMS NOT CONVERTED - @sims4t2bb

Due to the sizing / functionality of these objects, they will not be included in this pack!

All Yer Fixins Untenable Food Stand

Mali's Moonlight Market Craft Stall

Vegan Vittles Night Market

Late Night Snack Dessert Stall

Rice to Meet You Night Market

The Unrestroom

Fisherman's Slats Window - Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Very Tall

The Secret Maze Window - Super Duper Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall

Stained Glass Tomarani Shutters - Tall and Open Wide

The Save Us From Ruin Tallest Cinched Wall Curtain

The How Many Times Do We Need To Tell You It's Not Silk Taller Wall Curtain

The We Are Going To Jail< Tallest Wall Curtain So You Know the Truth Curtain

#4t2 #lordcrumpscc #thesims2 #4t2 conversion #4t2 cc #sims2 #sims2cc #For Rent #Ep15 #Sims 2 Does it Better

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

Mimi ❤️!! Congratulations on hitting 450 followers 🥳!!

If you'd like, could I suggest Commander Wolffe and the prompts: 18 and/or 35?

😘

Awww @ulchabhangorm thank you, love!

I realized on my previous post, I didn't put a warning. Oops. Anyway, I'll include a warning this time.

Enjoy.

Just Breathe

Warnings: anxiety, slight panic attack, mentions of death, broken finger, surgeries, medical procedure, kissing.

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You took a deep breath, needing to calm down your mind. There’d been just too many injuries, too many bloody soldiers, too many you couldn’t save. It was just all too much. You just needed peace and quiet. Needed to remember you were more than just someone who stood by and watched soldiers die. 

Wolffe was looking for you, he knew in battles like this, you always suffered the most. You always made sure everyone else took the time to recoup, while you ploughed through the difficult carnage. He smiled when he saw you standing outside of the camp looking up to the stars, he loved the way the moonlight illuminated your face, your bright eyes that were full of sadness pulled on his heart strings.

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

It was the only reprimand he would give you on a day like this, he walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you in close to his chest. 

“I know. I just … I just needed to breathe.”

He rested his lips on the side of your head, pressing a gentle kiss, “Hmmm, and did you?”

You swallowed the anxiety, fighting back the tears, “I think so…”

“Doesn’t sound like it”

A shuddering breath escaped your lips; you hated how much Wolffe really knew you, how much you tried to be strong. You turned in his arms and held him close, burying your face in the crook of his arm and shoulder, wanting to escape from the reality that was this world.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika. I got you.”

You simply nodded, letting your tears escape, and finally finding the comfort you had been so longing for, as you felt Wolffe bury his face in your hair, his breath on your neck, and his hand rubbing your back up and down. 

You shifted when you realized he kept his left hand elevated and away from you. You wiped your tears as you looked into his warm eyes that would always be your home.

“Wolffe, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He shook his head, ignoring the pain in his hand. He looked at his cyar’ika’s face which told him you didn’t believe him. He let out a sigh, he didn’t want you to be worried about him, “It’s nothing, don’t worry about it, cyar’ika.”

“Now, I know there’s something wrong,” you pulled back and looked at him, holding out your hand for him, “Show me.”

“Cyar’ika, let’s worry about you. I can wait.”

“I’ll keep standing here, and not saying anything until you show me your hand.”

“Well, I can play that game too, cyar’ika.”

You nodded, and stood in front of him, hand raised, keeping your eyes locked on his, with an unimpressed face. You stood there staring at each other for a good ten minutes before finally he caved, “Alright, alright. Here.” He placed his left hand in yours, his glove was off, his middle finger  bent at an odd angle.

“Wolffe, your finger is broken!”

“Like I said, not a big deal.”

“I swear…” you started mumbling under your breath as you looked at his finger, “you need to thank the force, you didn’t have a pinched nerve or something. Otherwise, we would’ve had to amputate this, you do realize that!”

“As I previously stated, not a big deal” he smirked as he looked at you. He knew how much it drove you crazy, when he downgraded an injury, simply because he wanted to see how angry you got. Plus, it had the added benefit of making you stop thinking about your anxiety.

“Come with me,” you took his other hand in yours, interweaving your fingers. Shaking your head as you walked back to the med tent. Forcing him to sit down, as you tried so hard not to laugh at his best, ‘What did I do?’ face. You grabbed your supplies, pulling over a cargo crate so you could sit on it. 

“Just so you know, this is going to hurt, okay?"

“You always say that, but how can it hurt when I’m looking at the most beautiful face in the galaxy.”

You smirked as he tried to distract you, “Keep it up.” You challenged him, as you looked in his eyes and held on to his finger.

“What, you think, you can make me cry?”

“I don’t think. I know.”

“Not possible, my most beautiful cyar’ika. Your eyes are … AHHH! Son of a nerf herder!”

You laughed as you straightened out his finger and braced it, wrapping the splint around his finger. “You’ll have to keep this on for three to four weeks, and no strenuous activity for two weeks after.”

“Doesn’t really work on a battlefield, cyar’ika.”

“Hence the splint.” You smiled as you leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips, “Better?”

“Mmm, I think I need a little more” he threaded his good fingers through your hair and pressed your lips to his again.

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[tiredly101]

New Neighbor part 8

Pairing: Wally Darling x Writer!Male reader

New Neighbor Masterlist

Illustrated Au, here's your human knocking out the eight part of this fic! Did not think it would get so much love or I would write so many part but here we are! Anyways, picture was made by @qep0ermint!

The dinner at Gepeto's was a success, Wally enjoyed seeing M/n enjoy himself and admittedly he got a tad jealous at M/n's close friendship with Gepeto but it didn't stop him from enjoying the simple and cozy dinner with him.

M/n carefully grabbed Wally's hand and guided him outside of the restaurant after Gepeto insisted that it was on the house.

"Gepeto and you are really close, huh?," Said Wally trying to sound indifferent but he was failing because M/n could see the light crease in his eyebrow and how he tighten his hold just a tad on his hand. M/n chuckles softly while squeezing Wally's hand back for reassurance.

"He is like a brother to me, the way we met was kinda comical, almost as if it was scripted," M/n said picking Wally's interest, he looked at M/n as a sign for him to carry on while he basked in how beautiful M/n looked under the moonlight.

"I was running around this town, script's and rough drafts for some novels in hand until I crashed into him making all the paper fly around the air. He helped me up and I realized how nervous he looked, I of course asked why and he just spilled everything from how he got divorced recently to how he couldn't afford to buy the restaurant you and I were in a minute ago," M/n said while, with his hand still holding Wally's, moving his hands in motions that represented some part fo the story. Wally blushed at how handsome M/n was, mostly with how the moon was making his eyes sparkle in a almost perfect way.

"What happened then?," Asked Wally curious now looking at the sky, it was beautiful the colors that were being mixed. He should paint it, he should paint M/n with the sky so he could call it his masterpiece.

"After a year of friendship was stablish I decided that it was time to make Gepeto's a reality and bought the restaurant for him with my savings! He cried and has never let me pay a meal since then, not even after I told him that it was fine if he didn't pay," M/n said now looking at Wally's eyes while smiling softly. The sight made Wally swallow harshly as he seemed to get lost in a trance, he could paint him and it will still not be a match to the actual god like beauty that M/n, his date, possessed.

"I did promise you a dance so, would you care for a dance my darling?," Asked M/n while his eyes flickered from Wally's to his lips and then back to his eyes. Wally blushed at the action and smiled while shyly nodding a yes, M/n started humming a song and the sound of M/n's voice mixing with the soft whistle of the wind and the crickets had become the perfect white noise for Wally if he tried to sleep. They swayed from one side to the other, occasional twists and dips happened and small laughs were shared between the two of them. It was a perfect moment.

Wally sighted happily while now cuddling next to M/n on the grass against a maple tree. M/n smiled and looked at Wally gaining his attention when he pushed a strand of his blue hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear, he blushed while M/n cupped his cheek with care which made Wally melt. Wally slowly started going closer to M/n and the opposite closed the gap between them with a soft kiss. When M/n pulled apart from Wally he had a brush and he kissed Wally once again which made Wally giggle against M/n's lips, they both were thinking the same thing when they looked at each other's eyes with dopey smiles.

"Best date ever..."

Do you guys want the aftermath of the date 👀? Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list so I can tag you!

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#Welcome Home #wally darling x reader #wally darling x male reader #New Neighbor! #Tiredly Jackie writes

[danikamariewrites]

omg. i really love your manon fics they’re literally soo gooodddd😭🤍🤍🤍

could i please request one where manon is mated to a sensitive reader, she’s quiet and like hyperfeminine. When they first met reader was getting hit on by some drunk men who dragged her outside and manon saw this and saved her. Ever since then she has been protected her and the bond snaps for them🥺🥺🥺 protective manon😍😍😍 literally someone jokes with her too much or says something mean and she gets tears in her eyes. relatable 🙃

More Pink

Manon x reader

A/n: thank you anon! I love the sunshine/dark and grumpy trope especially with manon. She would only have eyes for you

Warnings:

You think back to the night the mating bond snapped for you and Manon often. You were out with some friends in Rifthold at your favorite tavern having a fun girls night when some men started paying you too much attention. As you left the tavern two of the men followed you out.

They started throwing lewd comments at you and pulled at your hair and dress, ripping the sleeve. You started to tear up that they wouldn’t leave you alone, no matter how many times you asked them to stop.

But then she was there. Her iron nails gleaming in the moonlight. That snow white hair lightly blowing in the breeze. She looked like an angel to you. And that’s when you felt it, that pull in your ribs toward Manon. You felt the need to be by her side.

The males stumbled over themselves to run as far away from the Witch Queen’s wrath. As she approached you, you didn’t back away from her. Her demeanor became soft as she asked if you were ok. From that moment on the two of you were inseparable.

Now, you live with you mate in the Witch Castle. And she gives you every and anything you could ever want. It’s only been a few months, your bond still new and vibrant. But you’re so in love with each other it’s already felt like you’ve spent a life time together.

As your memories come to an end you let out a content sigh, finishing tying your hair half-up adding a ribbon. Looking in the mirror you see Manon enter the bedroom and you smile. Getting up from the vanity you rush across the room and wrap your arms around her.

Manon pulls you into a loving embrace and coos, “Hello, beautiful. How are you today?” She kisses the crown of your head. “Better now that I’m seeing you.” You giggle at her. She pulls out of your grasp, pleading her hands softly on your shoulders.

“Are you ready for lunch?” You nod. Grasping your mates hand you stand on your tiptoes and kiss her cheek. You pull Manon towards the door and she follows you blindly.

As you walk down to the dining room it’s her turn to be lost in her thoughts about you. You are the complete opposite from her. You’re bright, colorful, and so in touch with your emotions it amazes her. Manon likes that you’re honest with her or can come to her with something that’s bothering you.

In the dining room Manon pushes your chair in for you and kisses your head before sitting next to you. As lunch was being brought to the table you told Manon about your day so far. You played with her fingers as she gave you all of her attention, looking at you with all the love in the world in her burnt gold eyes.

Manon’s love sick moment was interrupted by her second and third entering the room. “My Queen,” Asterin exaggerates, bowing dramatically. Sorrel rolled her eyes and elbowed the blonde. The witches sat across from you as you greeted and smiled at them.

“Y/n, more pink today I see.” You knew Asterin was just playfully teasing you but something in her tone felt like a jab at you. You know your taste in clothing was different from Manon. She loved that about you. But did you wear too much pink? Which made you think you were too much, something you’re insecure about from a past relationship.

Manon noticed your head drop a little and you start playing with your food. She felt your mood change instantly. That was something new she had to get used to with the bond. Manon felt everything you felt whether you meant for her to or not. Feeling your feelings helped her get comfortable with her own.

When your mood didn’t improve Manon decided to come at the problem head on. Just like you taught her. “Ok, what’s wrong? I can feel you.” You look at her, giving her your best convincing smile, “I’m ok.” Manon raised a sharp white eyebrow at you telling you she knew that was a lie. You sigh dropping your fork on your plate.

“Am I too much?” You hadn’t asked Manon that before. She went still at the question, confused as to why you’d think that. You are the light of her life why would you ever be too much? Who would ever make you think that? “Not at all my love.” She said softly, holding your chin in her pale slender hand. “You’re perfect.”

You tried to give Manon another smile but your eyes were watering. Manon reached over to hug you and pulled you into her lap. And then she felt you project the moment that changed your mood down the bond. Her eyes narrowed across the table at Asterin. She practically growled at her cousin for making you upset.

“Asterin,” Manon growled, “apologize. Now.” Asterin did feel bad for making you upset. She was just playing around with you. “I’m so sorry, y/n. I didn’t mean anything, I swear it.” You looked at her and wiped your eyes. “It’s ok Asterin. I know you were.”

Manon turned your face with her fingers. “There’s my beautiful girl. And her pretty smile.” You nuzzled your nose against hers and she gave you a quick kiss on your lips. “You know what I think?” You tilt your head and whisper, “What?” Your mate smiles at you wrapping her arms around you tighter. “I think we should go get you more pink things. Anything you want.”

All your worries faded as you shrieked with excitement. “I’d like that a lot.” Wrapping your arms around her neck you kiss at Manon’s neck before slipping off her lap back to your seat. Today was going to be a good day.

#throne of glass fanfiction #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfic #throne of glass #throne of glass manon #throne of glass fic #manon x reader #manon x you #manon fanfic #Manon fluff #manon blackbeak x reader #manon blackbeak x you #manon blackbeak #manon blackbeak fluff

[mommangomom]

in another universe

~pairing: y/n (Lumine) x ayaka ~cw: angst, fluff, rejection

context: ayaka brings lumine to the stream to perform her dance

After what felt like ages that you've spent on the islands of Inazuma, even saving the nation, it was finally time for you to take your leave and continue your journey. You weren't finished with your main goal after all.

But before that, you were recently asked by none other then Ayaka to take on what she told you was a 'personal commission'. What you didn't know was the fact that you were going to be spending your next few days all with her. This added on to the time you've already spent with her - how could you not become infatuated?

At the end of it she called you out to the Chinju Forest. You've already decided this was going to be your final day. Not that you were reneging the continuation of your search for Aether, but the more you stayed here, with Ayaka specifically, the more you second guessed leaving so soon.

"Ayaka where are we going?"

She gave you nothing, "Be patient, Y/n."

The two of you continued walking down the lit up pathway, occasionally catching glances at each other but not sharing another word, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Finally, her mouth opened. "There's something... that I'd like to do." She looked up at you. "If you could only spare me one more moment."

Then, she suddenly jolted up and ran forward, you tried your best to keep up with her until she ended up jumping down into a big puddle. Water was rushing down like a waterfall onto where she stood. You weren't entirely sure what she was going to do.

She turned towards you. "Please." She started. "Keep your eyes on me."

Your chin tilted down at her silly request, because that's what you've been doing ever since Thoma introduced her to you that day.

Nothing could prepare you for what she planned for you. With her ankle-deep in the water, she managed to perform the most beautiful routine you've seen since you were thrown into this world. Even though it soon ended, you wish she'd continue forever. It was safe to say she got what she wanted to say across to you.

On the walk back to the estate, there was a new tension that grew between the two of you in such short time, you both felt it. You wanted to say something, but from the way she was acting you could tell she was nervous, so you waited for her permission.

She held her hands close to her face to hide the bright red that took over her pale skin. "Wait, please. This is embarrassing."

You laughed at her shyness.

After some time she spoke. "Ahem.. So, what did you think of my dance? Did you.. like it?"

You nodded instantly. "There aren't any words to describe it."

It then went quiet. You noticed her posture, she was definitely holding something back - you had an idea what it was.

"Ayaka." You took the initiative. "Was that dance..."

She let out a breathy laugh. "...You caught on that quickly? Well, you aren't the well renowned Traveler for nothing."

"Your dance spoke words is all." You replied. "It's a good thing."

She looked you in the eye. "Is it now? Then yes. That dance was my... confession."

You almost couldn't reciprocate the eye contact, she was so compatible with the moonlight. The guilt inside you was growing and you gulped. "Ayaka, you don't understand how delighted it is to hear that. But.. you know-"

"-I know." She walked forward and you followed. "That's why I decided to do this instead of saying it myself. I fear I wouldn't have been able to handle it." She confessed, her voice getting significantly softer. "It's him, right? Your brother?"

You looked down. "I'm sorry. But-"

"Really Y/n, don't apologize. He was the reason you came here after all. If anything, I respect the love and determination you hold for your brother. So please, if you're going to do anything, let it not be to apologize to me, you don't need to." She said. Her voice was usually silk smooth, so the sudden rasp in her tone was hard to unhear. "Although, Y/n. Can I ask for one thing?"

You smiled. "Anything. Be as selfish as you want."

With no hesitation, her hand glided to yours, and she intertwined her fingers swiftly. You admiringly watched as her slim hand fit comfortably in yours.

"Let me have this one thing, just for until we arrive back at the estate, is that okay?" She asked without looking at you, as if she wasn't going to let go even if you refused.

Instead of replying, you responded by tightening the grip on her hand. Her chest quickly retracted like a load of weight was taken off her.

The two of you spent the rest of your time as normal on the way back - just enjoying each other. Before walking through the archway, it was her who let go first, and you with the sudden empty feeling. You two were immediately met with Paimon who was whining about being left behind with a bunch of strangers. As you two argued back and forth, Ayaka laughed about the situation nonstop. You caught a glimpse of her, you wondered how she so easily pretended like nothing happened.

On the way to Crux to meet up with Beidou once again, Paimon asked. "So are you gonna tell me what happened on your walk with Ayaka or should I ask her myself? I felt some weird tension the first few seconds."

You sighed. "She confessed her feelings to me, Paimon."

Her jaw dropped instantly. "WHAT! What do you mean she confessed! You didn't let her down harshly did you? Oh poor Ayaka! Y/n you meanie!" Her redundant words were going in one ear and out the other.

"Calm down Paimon, we came to a mutual agreement."

Paimon noticed your saddened tone and lowered her voice. "You didn't feel the same way.. did you?"

You were silent for a few. "Of course not. Aether has to come first."

Paimon sighed a breath of relief and almost immediately went back to talking about what happened while you were gone. But you weren't in any mindset to pay attention, your head was still stuck on Ayaka. Your hand was subconsciously grasping on to air, and you found yourself wishing to hear her soft voice around the corner, but none of that came, and it won't be any time soon. You wondered - maybe, in a different universe and under different circumstances, the two of you could have ended differently.

#genshin impact #genshin #kamisato ayaka #genshin ayaka #ayaka kamisato #y/n #fem y/n #fem reader #genshin x fem reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x reader #ayaka x reader #wlw #genshin wlw

[brucewaynehater101]

Thoughts on Frozen Pines by Lord Huron being RR!Tim’s theme song?

I’ve been obsessed with this song for a few months and only really realized how well it goes with Red Robin. At least some of the lyrics, I’m not smart enough to connect everything 😭

Obv the vibe doesn’t fit him, but the words??

“And I look up to the sky / And I know you’re still alive”

“On the night you disappeared, oh if I had seen it clear / but a strange light in the sky / was shining bright into my eyes”

“Oh I don’t want to be the only one living / when all of my friends are gone”

Thank you for the song rec! It's been added to one of my playlists ^^

I do really like the lyrics and how they could connect to Tim's RR run. Not sure if you were asking for a song analysis, but that's what this is going to be :)

The song analysis is not by what the song intended, but just how it can fit Tim.

"Deep into the night with the moonlight as my guide, I go wander through the pines and make my way to nature's shrine."

When the song references pines, mountainside, and more location imagery, I'm taking it to mean a reflection of Tim's mind. He's alone, in the woods, at night. Moonlight, Bruce, guides him.

Nature shrines are typically stone structures thought to hold gods, spirits or "their statues, symbols, holy objects, or relics are enshrined." At least that's what Google says. I think that perfectly fits the cave Tim travels to that finally proves, without doubt, that Bruce is alive. Bruce, in this, would be Tim's guiding spirit and the shrine holds the relic of his mentor.

"And I look up to the sky, and I know you're still alive. But I wonder where you are. I call your name into the dark."

Throughout RR, Tim talks a ton about Bruce. He misses him and wants him home. I think these lyrics would capture the scene where Tim, after defeating Ra's and being pushed out a window, says he knows Bruce will proud of him.

"I wake up in the morning, oh, and I don't know where I've been. All alone on a mountainside, and I'm huddled in the wind."

Imagine this as him waking up after Dicm caught him. He thought he was going to die but didn't. I bet Tim is trauma repressing his RR run. He was alone, with no support, as he desperately tried to protect himself against the "wind." He wanted his dad and crossed many lines for that end.

"And it feels like I've been away for an era, but nothing has changed at all."

Tim changed. He went through absolute hell for his end, and he returns to Gotham being the same as always.

"And it feels like I've been with you, oh, but what did we do, and where have you gone?"

Bruce, though the signs he left behind, was "there" with Tim, but not really. Tim crossed lines he never would have if Bruce hadn't left.

"On the night you disappeared, oh, if I had seen it clear, but a strange light in the sky was shining right into my eyes."

Tim probably wishes he could've stopped Bruce from disappearing. He probably wishes he could have seen the signs. Yet, he wasn't there for that battle. He had his own responsibilities, Gotham (and the Bat signal being the light), that distracted him.

"There was no one else in sight. Just the endless frozen pines, but I wonder all they know. 'Cause they don't die and they don't grow."

Tim was alone (pretty much) for his RR run. You can tie the pines to Ra's with this line, or you could use it as symbolic references to Tim's mental state. Tim, alone, in nature. The pines, perhaps the impressions of his mentor, are endless. Yet, he's not done learning from Bruce. He's stuck with what he has of Bruce until he saves his mentor.

"I am ready to follow you even though I don't know where. I will wait in the night until you decide to take me there. 'Cause I know I don't wanna stay here forever. It's time to be movin' on."

Tim is following the signs Bruce leaves behind. He is willing to tank his reputation (not really his fault) and relationships for this end. He doesn't want to be without his dad. If that means giving up Robin, that's what he will do.

"Oh, I don't want to be the only one living. When all of my friends are gone, I will be waiting for you on the other side of the frozen pines. I'm gonna find a way through. There's another life beyond the line."

Tim has lost so many people. Does he have to lose his second dad as well? He doesn't want to be alone. He'll wait for Bruce to return, but he'll go through the pines to get there. Bruce will need to meet him there, but his dad is there. His dad will meet him if Tim is able to save him.

Anyways, I didn't flesh out the pines metaphor enough, but hopefully that covers it. I'm sure my previous lit teacher would be ashamed of me, lol. This was a lot of fun!!! Thanks for the thought and song ^^

#dc comics #dc universe #tim drake #dc red robin #thank you for the ask!!!!

[fanficshiddles]

You’ll Be Just Fine, One Shot

Thank you for the prompt! Hope you like it! toshisurtsdottir submitted: Thor saved a princess from another world who had been imprisoned and abused for centuries. Living on Asgard, she finds she's a little lost and has a hard time adjusting to the way of living on Asgard. Adding to that, she is plagued by nightmares. Luckily, Loki is there to help with all that.

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‘Hey, Princess.’

She rolled her eyes upon hearing that name as she turned to face the God of Mischief. Who for some reason, seemed to have taken a shining to her. Not that she was complaining, really. She liked him, he was a bit cocky and mischievous, but kind and intelligent.

‘Hi, Loki.’ She put her book down and turned towards him.

‘Couldn’t sleep?’ Loki asked as he crossed the library to sit down next to her.

‘Nightmares.’ She said quietly, looking down.

‘Sometimes nightmares can be a blessing in disguise.’

She frowned at him. ‘What do you mean?’

‘Come with me.’ Loki smiled, his eyes were twinkling mischievously.

But she trusted him, for some reason. Even though many people on Asgard didn’t. But he seemed to understand her more than anyone else. While she was incredibly grateful to Thor for saving her from her home world, where she had endured terrible abuse and imprisonment for most of her life, Loki just had a different view on life and she could just speak to him about anything and everything without worry of being judged.

Loki led her through the house of Odin with ease, whilst he had lived there his whole life and knew every nook and cranny, she could only just get herself from her chambers to the library and back again without getting lost.

When he led her outside into the courtyard, she was a bit confused. But then he headed for the stable block, making her stop.

Loki noticed and turned to her. ‘Are you coming?’

‘I can’t ride…’

‘No matter. Come on.’ Loki put his hand out towards her.

She reluctantly took his hand, feeling warmed when he gave her a gentle squeeze and led her on. The way he rubbed his thumb on the back of her hand made her skin tingle. She wasn’t used to gentle touch, only harsh abuse.

When they walked into the stables, she was unsure of the horses. Especially the one Loki led her to, that was being tacked up ready for them.

‘It’s ok, he won’t hurt you. Come on, I have to show you something.’ Loki said as he coaxed her closer to the large animal.

She just warily kept herself at the other side of Loki, so he was between her and the horse. But Loki then grabbed her and with a squeak, she was carefully swung up onto the saddle.

Loki mounted the horse behind her, his arms came around her to take the reins while she held onto the front of the saddle tightly.

‘Don’t worry, we won’t go fast.’ Loki said, he could feel how tense she was.

As they headed out through the city, she began to relax more. Loki pointed out some places of importance to her, and some not so important places.

‘That’s the tavern where Thor disgraced himself. One of the many places where the Prince of Asgard is actually banned from.’ Loki chuckled.

But the main place Loki wanted to take her to, wasn’t in the city. They rode out into the mountains, going by the moonlight. She did get a little anxious, until they came across a beautiful waterfall in the middle of a mountain, the way the moonlight was shining right down on the water made it sparkle beautifully.

‘Oh wow. This place is incredible.’ She said in awe as Loki helped her down from the horse.

‘Only I know about it… well, now you do too. I’d like to keep it that way. It’s best coming here at night when the moon is out, it doesn’t quite have the same effect during the day.’

She took time taking in the surroundings, before they both ended up sitting at the side of the water. Loki was sitting crossed legged, but she had her legs down dipping into the water.

‘So, how come you were awake too?’ She asked Loki.

‘Nightmares.’ Loki said as he nudged her playfully with his arm.

‘Ah… I’m not the only one.’ She said quietly.

‘No, you’re not. Though I can’t imagine what you’ve been through. I hope you know that you will never have to fear again, you’re safe here.’ Loki put his hand onto her knee softly for a moment.

‘Thank you… I just think it will take some time. I’m still getting used to just having my freedom, not being locked away in a cell… All this space, it’s quite overwhelming in a way.’

‘That’s understandable. But in time, you will adjust. Asgardians are good people. But if you ever feel overwhelmed or like you just need some time out, this is the place to be.’ Loki smiled.

‘It is very calming here. My mind feels clear, for the first time in a long time.’ She closed her eyes and smiled. A smile that Loki had not seen from her yet, it made his heart soar with happiness that he was able to help her somewhat.

She leaned in closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, letting out a content sigh as she closed her eyes.

‘You’ll be just fine here. I give you my word.’ Loki whispered to her.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #prompt #one shot #you'll be just fine

[a-wayfairing-stranger]

Surprises.

Gonna be real this was originally meant to be smut but then it sort of took on a life its own and became just tooth rotting fluff so enjoy!

Taglist (Ask if you’d like to be added) @auxiliarydetective

Leta Middenlocke was many things, a liar, a cheat, a murderer and a soldier, but she never considered herself a fool, until this very moment.

They were on a moon, a small village named Kinsgard to be exact, and she had spent her wages on a dress, an actual dress and for what? To stand awkwardly in the room Ibram had been granted by the mayor of said town as a thank you for saving it from total annihilation? She examined herself in the mirror, the dress was pretty, a lovely shade of maroon that had a sweetheart neckline and reached her knees, once upon a time it would have suited her a lot more than it did now, a shaved head, bruised legs and guard issue combat boots were not this summers sought after accessories. 

Ibram would laugh at her no doubt, speaking of which where was the grumpy bastard? It was almost midnight and meetings never ran this late. 

She heard the beep of a keypad, speak of the devil and he shall always appear, and so he did, walking through the door backlit by the hallway lights, she’d know his silhouette anywhere, the cap, the coat, she’d committed it to memory.

“There you are.”

“Sorry I’m late darling..I ran into Corbec outside the pub on the way back, he and the boys were having a celebratory drink..”

 He turned and hung up his cap, then removed his coat

“And one drink became two and then two became three..” He chuckled “You know how Colm can be.”

“Aye I do.” She replied with a smile “When someone else is paying.” 

“On the house, us being heroes and all..” He turned to face her, a smile on his flushed face. “Whats this?”

“A surprise..” She twirled in the dress, he’d never seen her in anything besides her uniform before, she’d even spent ages shaving her legs with a straight razor, somehow she didn’t cut herself, a miracle. “Do you like it?” 

“Wh-Where’d you get it?”

“Bought it, with my wages..Had some saved up, since..well I don’t exactly need to buy much..” 

He was staring at her, she felt self conscious, she was right, she looked stupid, her days of dress wearing were far behind her.

“Silly really…I mean…when am I gonna wear it?” She shrugged, feeling like a burst balloon “Just..I guess…Forget it.” 

“Hey..” he walked across the room to her and put a hand under her chin “You look beautiful.” 

“You always say that.”

“Because its true.”

“I guess I just..I wanted to remind you that I’m a woman..”

“I know that, Princess.”

“Do you? Because I forget sometimes..” 

She ran her hands along the skirt of her dress, it was soft, she’d forgotten what soft clothes felt like.

“I’m just Middenlocke..”

“No, your Leta.” 

“Only you ever call me it, and even then only when no one else is around.”

“You’re Leta Victoria Middenlocke..” 

Her name had never sounded so perfect as it did coming from his mouth.

“All though, I do hope you’ll become Leta Victoria Gaunt..”

Her eyes widened, her eyebrows very almost reached her hairline.

“What?”

“I took so long out because I was getting something..”

He walked back to his coat, and when he returned he had small box in his palm

“And I had a whole plan about how I was going to suggest we take a walk and then I was going to propose under the moonlight..” He laughed, a rare sound coming from him “And then Colm went and buggered it all up by getting me drunk.” 

The ring was a gold band, simple, the only adornment was the Imperial Eagle etched into the center, Leta’s heart felt she had just survived a near death experience, she was used to that feeling, she’d had a lot of them. 

“But..How?” She asked “You…us…”

She knew from the moment she’d first kissed him, all those nights under the stars that they could never be anything official, no grand wedding, no children, no growing old together and planting tulips in a garden, that just wasn’t possible, Too many rules, too many differences between them.

She was the lowly penal legionnaire, he was the Colonel-Commissar, it just didn’t happen, not on this side of infinity.

“Ibram..I can’t be your wife.”

“Who says?”

“Literally everyone, love.” She scoffed “It would be career suicide for you and quite possibly actual suicide for me.” 

“It doesn’t have to be anything huge, I just..I want there to be a record of us somewhere…Some proof that..” He paused. “If either of us died, I’d want there to be evidence that this happened, That we loved each other.”

In all likelihood it was her who would die, that truth haunted every waking moment they spent together, a specter clawing at their happiness with ice cold claws, it would wait, a predator seeking its prey, as random as lightning striking the ground but it would come, they both knew this.

Leta Gaunt did have a ring to it.

“You have to ask me properly.”  

He smiled, and sank to one knee, Ibram Gaunt bowed to know one but the God Emperor, But he could make a exception in Leta’s case.

“Leta Victoria Middenlocke…would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”  

“Yes, Ibram, I would.”

He took the ring from the box and slid it on to her ring finger, it fit perfectly. 

He kissed her and then picked her up, he spun her around, the skirt of her dress spread around like the petals of a blooming flower and she laughed, for a moment, a fleeting moment they were just like any other newly engaged couple.

And by the Throne they would cling to this moment of happiness until the next one came along.

#OC: Leta Middenlocke #I have no idea what the plot is so don't ask #just plop them down somehwere okay #who needs timelines and canon reasons #just enjoy the fluff #warhammer oc #warhammer fan fic #Leta x Ibram

[shetheripper]

3 days, 2 nights and 34 miles solo on the Outer Mountain Loop plus the Northeast Rim in Big Bend National Park 1/10-1/12/23

As you might already know, I took a seasonal job as a waitress at the Chisos Mountain Lodge in Big Bend National Park to save money and create some beautiful experiences in the outdoors. It has been a blast! I’ve been able to hike so much and really knock out a lot of goals in solo and distance hiking. The outer mountain loop is a 31.6 mile backpacking route that takes you up from the basin, through the chisos mountains, out and around the range, through the desert, back up into the mountains, and back down into the basin. This is the hike I came here to do.

Photo from all trails.

After a couple months of getting my legs on the trails, as well as tackling more and more distance, I finally felt confident in my ability to complete the route alone.

Due to the distance of the route and the dry nature of the desert, staying hydrated was the biggest challenge to tackle. There are 2 water caches located on either end of the desert stretch, one at Homer Wilson Ranch, and the other off of the remote Juniper Canyon rd. I couldn’t get to this one before my hike because the road conditions require a high clearance vehicle, and y’all better believe I’m still rocking that busted Altima. “I been through the desert in a Nissan with no Bumper” (or whatever America said) So my only option was to pack the extra water, and cache at Homer Wilson, a good 24 miles from my starting point. I carried 7L of water and 2 coconut electroLit beverages. 2.5 lbs per liter. My pack was heavy! But I did what I had to do. Attaching soon a list of what I packed.

1/10/23 Day 1

I woke up around 5 am, without an alarm, and realized I had forgotten my headlamp at the hot springs the night before. This added 46 miles to my morning commute, some of which was on a rocky dirt road. I got the shit scared out of me by some horses that I actually spooked first. Lucky for me, my headlamp was there, right where I left it. I ran back to my car under the last of the moonlight and hauled 30 miles to the basin. I worked a breakfast shift at the lodge and got out around 10:30am. I had to leave this day because I only have 2 days off at a time. My first day of hiking was only 6 miles so I had a little time to kill. I decided to drive back to my trailer and look over all my camp stuff to see if there was anything else I should take. I ended up figuring out how to pack my tent, as I was originally planning not to. So glad I did!! Being solo can be spooky in the dark. It’s nice to have a little barrier. I meditated in my room for a bit after securing my final pack. I felt many things. Excited, nervous, happy, sad, lonely, empowered. I let every part of me be channeled into what I was about to do. Heading back up to the basin, I grabbed a Red Bull and some stoke from Sarah at the gas station. Shout out to the homie. I got back up in the mountains just before noon. I stretched, used the bathroom, and texted parents as well as some friends at the park about where I was going and when I should be back. The last thing I needed before heading out was a tool to loosen the bolt on my hiking pole, so I ran to the maintenance room and got what I needed. Finally, in all my nervous energy, I was ready to start!!! The basin was pretty slow and not many people were around, but still, I felt super awkward putting on my giant pack while a group of teenagers gaped at me from across the parking lot like, “what the hell is that chick about to go do?” I hurried off onto the trail.

Mile 1, 2 and 3 in order.

Like I said before, my pack was heavy, and the pinnacles trail is the steeper route to take up into the mountains. I had a good starting pace but I had to take many breaks. A pair of 2 other girls on the trail helped keep me going, we passed each other on alternating breaks. We agreed it was nice to share the suffering. Hiking isn’t easy for anyone, it’s always a challenge, and that’s why we do it.

I made it to pinnacles pass around 2pm and made a sandwich. I talked with some older folks about my route, different parks, hikes they’ve done, and other general oldhead hiker things. After lunch, they headed down, and I headed up to the Northeast rim. I filtered some water in boot canyon on the way.

I dropped my Patagonia fleece and backtracked a quarter mile to go get it. (This is the second time I’ve done this on trail, different occasions too, smdh. Feels like the universe is trying to teach me a lesson about attachment, I love that thing too damn much.) I got to my site, ER7, around 5pm and made dinner on the rim while bathing in the colorful sunset.

Back at my site, it was the moment I had looked forward to all day, Spliff:30. I enjoyed 1, did some writing and reading from Last of The Mohicans, smoked another, and pretty much passed out as soon as it was dark. The weather was very mild, I didn’t use any cold gear. I slept 12 hours on the hard ground with the wind and stars all around me.

Day 2

I woke with the rise of the sun and packed up in time to see it come up over the horizon, lighting up the desert and cliff walls below me. I started hiking from my campsite at 8:15am.

Tumblr won’t let me add anymore photos so continue on part 2 (next post)

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

ok while there's p3 salt going on, one thing real quick; in the first trailer with the Armbands theme I was legit excited about the possibility of dynamic music being used/added to Persona and all the new atmosphere and seamless transitions that could lead to, only for them not to do that at all; arguably the best new P3 music was used for a single cutscene for the not-pt outfits and I'm legit disappointed argh... really made a quote unquote 'new' soundtrack and did nothing with it (Hot take I'm not a fan of the new battle themes they sound like dollar value PQ songs, I miss the hip-hop emphasis from the og soundtrack)

(oh there's salt going on with this new revelation anon......there's so much salt I'm barely holding it together. I'm barely holding it back. It may be going on for awhile actually. Anyway, I'll take your salt for now TT0TT)

Oh yeah, dynamic music woulda been so good! And...wow Armbands really was only for that one fucking scene. TT0TT It felt more like a battle theme, that sucks.............

Yeah the lack of Fuuka changing Tartarus music (really I think we have to wait for a DLC? >:/), the lack of dynamic music, wasting a song slot for bs (did we REALLY need those new outfits? :/ I only have Aki wearing it tbh), and the lack of a soundtrack toggel for Yumi.....it's just.......upsetting.

I don't mind the new music, but yeah I miss the hip hop elements of the OG. They didn't need to remake the music tbh. EVEN IF they needed a new singer for like 2/3 new songs, they could've just hired the new singer for those songs and continued onward. It's not gonna kill them having multiple singers for one MC (FeMC had like 3 not including LJ and she's doing.....fine.....*sobs laughs* What I mean you can play her route without it feeling jarring XU)

The only issue I have with the new music (ignoring the lack of an option for the old), is the mumble still annoys me. Thankfully I circumvented it by 1) not really paying attention to it when it is playing, 2) been playing with ROTTT and Fog and Face Myself so..... 8U P4 coming in to save me yet again (it felt odd at first, but it didn't look like they'd give me an option to switch to only Mass Destruction or It's Going Down???? and I wanted it consistent so I went with the P4 music).

I wonder if modders have the old songs back in....... If so I wonder what they replace Color Your Night with. I nominate Moonlight Serendipity, Never Ending Night, or Place of My Heart (Moemi ver and Lyn Ver).

MS I think fits it the best, but it's just such a shame NEN is stuck in Pachinko hell ;w; PoMH has more FeMC/P3(/5)D vibes (and bc of FeMC it has more of a battle theme opener, but once you get to the chorus it mellows out).

God I hate how stingy they are with the BMG music. Just lemme play what I wanna play in the overworld.....I'd much rather the songs be unlockable as you go through the story (like you can listen to Burn My Dread Last Battle on NG+ and such)

#silly asks #silly answers #actually junpei might be wearing the new sees outfit I dunno I benched him and Yukari the second I could #it's so weird listening to the LYn ver after so long because I keep expecting “let the show begin” melody to play near the end and it doesn #i don't think i can set it to just mass destruction or its going down????? #i woudl but I can't??? I dunno #p3r salt #silly salt #anyway lay on your complaints I'm here I'm living for it atm TT0TT #i need an outlet

[casspurrjoybell-21]

Pirate Chains - Volume 1 - Strong Tides

*Warning Adult Content*

Chapter 25 - Painful Anxiety - Part 1

Nyx

Despite the dropped sail, the ship slowly moved forward as I stood on the quarterdeck, gazing at the sea fading behind us. The glimmering waves under the moonlight played the image of Agenor walking away from me repeatedly with every abandoned wave. Beside me, Maren tried to cheer me up, suggesting to show me the treasures they acquired or his share of the money but I couldn't bear to look at him or anyone else, as it reminded me of the gruesome events of the night before. The fighting, killing, bloodied swords and the disturbing look of excitement in their eyes haunted me.

Trying to push my thoughts away, I breathed in the silence and I noticed that everyone had gone to sleep after yesterday's raid, last night's party and today's cleaning and corpse evacuating. During the party, Agenor had summoned me twice to join them but I was still chained to the wall. It was only when he sent Ace, who was already drunk, to fetch me, that was when he noticed my predicament. Ace had left and came back with the key and released me. He lifted one corpse over a shoulder and dragged the second out but I couldn't thank him or even look at him.

Then he left after reminding me that I needed to celebrate with them. Overwhelmed with my thoughts, I stayed in my corner until dawn. I hadn't meant to disobey Agenor but I just couldn't... not with the traces of blood almost everywhere. I only left my sad corner at dawn and I used every shred of strength in me to reach the galley where I stayed most of the day. The sight of the blood made me feel uneasy and although I was ashamed of my own weakness, I knew that my problem ran deeper than that. Whenever I attempted to identify it, my thoughts were interrupted by the memory of Agenor turning his back on me.

'Why did he chain me?'

If it were just for my own protection, he could've simply asked me to stay inside and I would have. Did he not trust me? Did he think less of me? Was I really just a whore to him? These questions weighed heavily on my heart and I struggled to keep from crying. But I didn't shed tears. I couldn't possibly sink deeper than my own cowardice and shame. I felt weak and unworthy, like a person he could never rely on. He'll never see me as an equal. Thoughts kept tugging me in every direction. But then I realized, why was I tormenting myself over someone who didn't trust me or care about me? Although the raid had been frightening, I knew I could move past it if I focused on being brave and letting the images of blood go. So what was causing this pain inside me?

"How about some company in this beautiful night?"

Ken's voice roughly brought me back to reality and I felt repugnance invade my body.

"How about we finish what we started?" he continued.

He stepped towards me and I immediately threatened...

"Don't come near me or so help me God."

"What? You're going to cry for help?" he mocked, then mimicked a scared woman's voice and added...

"Captain, captain, save me. The evil pirate wants to eat me."

I frowned and glared at his rudeness which made him regain his usual creepy smirk. I gritted my teeth at his poor performance. That was definitely NOT how I sounded and I would die before asking anyone on this ship for help. I didn't need their pity. I can take care of myself.

"I don't need help from anyone. I can protect myself just fine, even from you, Ken."

"Oh yeah? Why don't you show me that, right after I go down on you."

"EXCUSE ME?"

"Now is that how you should talk to your savior?"

I glared daggers at him. My misfortune made that statement true. This bastard saved my life. Only because I was too weak to do it myself. But I wasn't even given the chance. I was chained and I had no weapon, how the hell could I have done anything. I couldn't answer him. The thought of being indebted to him made my whole body taut with frustration. He stepped forward again and was only one step away from me. He kept walking his eyes all over my body and I felt like vomiting as I remembered the feeling of his obnoxious touch.

"Now, don't be so shy."

His tone became threatening and ascended slowly. He looked me straight in the eyes and it felt like he was really getting out of patience.

"We've been playing this dance for so long now and I'm fucking getting tired of waiting."

He eyed me closely then looked smug as he continued suggestively.

"Now, everyone's asleep and I know you've been waiting here for me."

I scoffed and interrupted him, feeling disgusted with myself just for being part of this boorish conversation.

"Now you're just rambling nonsense."

He smirked and continued...

"Oh come on, it's time to drop the highborn virgin act and think about where you really stand on this ship. I know Agenor has been ignoring you lately."

A crestfallen expression crossed my face and despite my best efforts, my eyes gave away my remorse.

"I knew it. I told you this would happen, didn't I? I knew you'd be tossed away since the day he put that collar on you. You know he's not interested in you any longer, don't you?"

"I beg your pardon but your assumptions about my interests are as baseless as they are irrelevant. I shall not waste my time indulging your delusions."

I glided past Ken, desperate to escape this dreadful situation. But his voice trailed after me, taunting me with his words.

"Leaving so soon? Perhaps you're headed to the hull?"

I froze, uncertain where to go. Agenor was furious with me for disobeying him last night and now, without his protection, I felt vulnerable to the treacherous winds of the ship.

"Agenor is not only angry with you but also bored," he sneered. "You can't sleep in his cabin anymore. And now, without his protection you'll be like a ripped sail around here, every wind will fuck through you. But if you come with me, I'll not only offer you a safe haven but also make life easier for you around here."

His words pierced me like a dagger. Agenor's rejection stung but I realized that it wasn't his protection that I sought. It wasn't what tormented me. What I truly craved was something else entirely. For a moment, I stood frozen, contemplating my options. Perhaps the deck was the only place that would welcome me without demanding anything in return. But then, Ken's paw landed on my back, sending shivers down my spine. I recoiled from his touch, slapping his hand away. He leered at me, but before he could make another move, Agenor's voice boomed across the deck. Ken flinched at the sound of his captain's voice and I breathed a sigh of relief. But my relief was short-lived when I realized that... Agenor had summoned Ken, not me. Ken sneered at me, rubbing his arrogance in my face.

"Forgotten already," he spat, laughing at my pathetic state.

He lingered for a moment, relishing in my misery before Agenor called for him again and he scurried off to join his captain. I must calm myself. Despite Ken's absence, why did I still feel so unsettled? As I attempted to compose myself, my pulse raced and my breaths became more hurried. I reached the edge of the deck and gripped the solid wood tightly. The rhythmic motion of the waves failed to ease my troubled mind. I wished to silence my thoughts but they persisted relentlessly, reminding me that Ken was summoned, not me. Agenor seemed displeased with me and I feared that he was indeed... bored? My breathing grew more agitated and I leant my head over the deck, staring out at the sea as I contemplated my own circumstances and... feelings.

[stormslayeradventures]

The Great Matter: Epilogue

~ Six Weeks Later ~

Ophelia stood before Haurchefant and Aine’s house in Raz-at-Han. She wasn’t sure if anyone was home, and she wasn’t sure if she even wanted to knock. Not that Haurchefant had done anything wrong, but now the whole world knew their story. He had even added bits from the Silver Journal, to fill in the spaces of time between then and now. And the whole fell in love, with the tale of love lost.

But what Ophelia didn’t realize was how big Haurchefant’s reach actually was. Two weeks after the patrons of Only Scrolls got their advanced copy, the book was sent to every bookseller from La Noscea to Garlemald, with both the first and second printings completely selling out, with the third printing weeks away. Which made work for the last six weeks a bit of a double-eged whirlwind. One the one hand, everyone loved the book, and would hug her and/or kiss Ophelia’s hand, giving their gratitude for Haurchefant’s sacrifice. For now, they all knew how beloved she really was. The woman who won the heart of the greatest Knight in modern Eorzean History, only to lose him, their children and regain the strength to fight to save the star. It truly was the love story of legends.

However, this book, caused great grief to Haurchefant and Aine’s marriage. Although Aine was patient and understanding beyond all measure, she had lost the desire to be more than just his wife in practice and in gentle affection. It did not matter that he had never been unfaithful to her since his return. This in turn, gave her cause to instead seek the arms of another when Haurchefant would be gone on long trade missions. Although Ophelia did her best to give him enough work to stay busy and close to home to give them time to heal, the damage was done. The worst part was, that he consented to it all and allowed himself in a way be treated thus. She in turn, never disobliged, disrespected or disobeyed him. She fulfilled all her duties as a Duchess and wife of an Ambassador, both in bed and in board.

But it was obvious that outside of duty, there was no desire to be anything more.

Of course in doing this, Haurchefant cursed himself unable to enter into the arms of anyone else as well. Sure there were conversations over dinners with others and gifts, but he knew he could not give any more of himself. He had committed the ultimate sacrifice - he sacrificed his newfound anonymity.

And so she stood in his doorway. Although they had seen each other earlier in the day to speak with the Raz-at-Han Council - Ophelia being the bigger dignitary in the room, was immediately whisked away after the meeting to spend the rest of the day dining and conversing with dignitaries and other leaders of the Eorzean Grand Company.

So of course under the guise of night, she hoped to catch a glimpse of him once more, before she returned back to her life in Eorzea once more. She stood at the door, and saw there were no lights on, or windows open, despite the heat and humidity of the day.

She looks once more. With no resolve to disturb at this hour, she began to turn and walk away when the doors quickly opened to reveal Haurchefant. Dressed in his white shirt and black pants with Ishgardian Thighboots. The moonlight of the evening hit his silver hair first and glistened. She turned to see see him fully.

“Hello you.” Haurchefant said to Ophelia. He didn’t bow to her despite her bowing to him.

“Hello there.” Ophelia says after bowing. “I didn’t see any lights on, so I didn’t see any reason to knock, as I thought you had already gone to bed.” There was a good six paces between the two of them, and although she knew he wouldn’t harm her, there was a tension between the two of them greater than the heat and humidity of the evening.

“I just wanted to see how you and Aine were doing and pay call, but I see I have come at a bad time, perhaps when I return in a few weeks we can have tea and catch up.” Ophelia said formally. Haurchefant stood there again for a moment, and then look Ophelia squarely in the face. Emotionless at first then his eyes narrowed as he took a deep breath as if he was resolving himself to do something bold.

Then he moved quickly to close the gap, grabbing Ophelia in doing so and wrapping his arms around her body. The scent of Peppermint and rain water enraptured him, and he gripped her body as if he was trying to absorb her body into his. Ophelia froze for a moment and then returned the hug, but noticed he wasn’t letting go after a time as well. She looked up to meet his gaze, and she saw a look in his eyes she never thought she would see in his eyes again.

“My Lord?” Ophelia said curiously to him. Then he committed the ultimate sin by kissing her in the middle of the street. Taken aback by the first kiss Ophelia pulls away, only to be pulled right back in and kissed again. Only this time as he kisses her, she doesn’t resist, but she doesn’t encourage him further to devour her. After another long kiss he pulls back, keeping Ophelia in his embrace, as he looks at her, playful looks now all over his face.

“I take it you have revisions to be made about our book if I heard the rumors correctly.” He said to her, Ophelia is taken aback by his inquiry. Yes it was true, but that could have been done via letter.

“Perhaps, but I have a feeling you desire more than red ink on parchment.” Ophelia says point blank in return, the innuendo analogy implied.

“Aye.”

“You are a knight of Ishgard sir.” Ophelia says as a matter of factly.

“No I am not. Your knight in shining died seven years ago. The man before you now, is the ambassador of Raz-at-Han, who has come to the accpetance that some aspects of chivalry are overrated. A man who also accepts, that if the second most powerful woman in Raz-At-Han can take a mistress; *the* most powerful woman in Ishgard, can take a Paramour and be served properly.” Ophelia gasps quietly at that fact as he kisses her again once more.

This time she surrenders and fully embraces his lustful hunger, desirous to feed her own. The moonlight hitting them both like a natural candle light as a gentle breeze sweeps between them giving them both deep chills and feeding a ever growing inner fire as Ophelia gives in once more and wraps her arms completely around Haurchefant’s neck and back. After another few moments of intimate touches and kisses, she pulls back once more, knowing there is no going back if she submits, she puts up one last stand.

“My Lord, we are Ishgardians!” Ophelia says quietly despite her lost breath. Haurchefant pulls her through the threshold of the door and as the doors close behind them he puts a mischevious grin on his face.

“That Ophelia we may be.” Haruchefant says as he moves his hands to her jacket buttons. “But we’re not in Ishgard anymore.”

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STMPD Recommends Bubblegum Crisis Fanfiction: Ryan Xavier's A Killer's Heart

I keep putting off reviewing Yours Truly, 2032 because I have such goddamn mixed feelings about it, and yet here I am writing about a fanfic I also have really mixed feelings about? Classic STMPD. Whatta guy.

Anyway! A Killer's Heart! 5 parts, with the first 4 parts available on the ol' Usenet mirror here, and all the parts available on a still-active Tripod over here, on a site Ryan eventually retrofitted to be all about Shinji x Rei in Evangelion.

It's a hard fanfic to recommend. But recommend it I will, because although it starts off really really really uneven, it gets better. Which is a recommendation I hate to hear from people regarding anime, but I guess that goes to show how much of a BGC superfan I am, eh? That I'm rereading this fic and powering the fuck through the cringe to the based.

Ultimately, how tolerable A Killer's Heart is highly dependent on the state of its arguable main character, Jason McCormick / Nicholas Brady. He's your typical Badass Male OC, for the most part, a Sexaroid rigged up as a mass-murder combat model with hypno-eyes and other Sexaroid gizmos hinted at in the RPG and OVA 5. So he's got a trenchcoat and a shortsword and a handcannon that fires motherfucking HEAT rounds and sunglasses and smokes like a chimney to keep the pheromones off of people. And that's the crux of what makes A Killer's Heart's first part so unbearable - Nick Brady is a massive prick in a favorable situation to be a massive prick.

So the whole story is an AU, okay? Wherein Brady is sort of 'unlocked' by Largo for reasons unclear to us, so he saves Meg and Lou (two of the dead Sexaroids from Moonlight Rambler. They're terrified of him. He enjoys that. They go to Earth, Brady becomes a merc-slash-Boomer-repair-guy, and ends up with Sylvie's corpse delivered to him. Throughout all of this, he is, as I said, an annoyingly massive prick. And it doesn't help that the author's commentary at the beginning also comes off as massively salty too. Take a look at this opening set of notes for Part 1:

"This is my first BGC fanfic, but I'm not making excuses. I put my all into this one. Anyway, the part of the series that I liked the most was the part about Sylvie and Anri; intelligent machines fascinate me. More importantly, Sylvie had a really hot ass. I thought it sucked when they died, so I did something about it (whoops, there goes the plot, NOT). In case you're wondering, most of this story (from the fourth section on) takes place some time after BGC #8. Feel free to criticize the timeline if you want. I'll be happy to ignor...uh...read your criticism."

"I have seen AD Police Files, as well as Bubblegum Crash!. After about a microsecond's consideration, I decided to forget that both series were ever made. So you can basically assume the events detailed in those series NEVER HAPPENED. If you see any cues from those series, forgive me; it seemed like a good idea at the time."

"OK, I have a few succinct rules about the characters in BGC : 1. If they are a boomer, or their name starts with an "L" or ends with "Stingray," they are cool (go on, admit it : even Mackie has his moments). If they are a screen-hogging, red-eyed singing bitch who should have died back in episode #1, they are most decidedly not cool. These opinions may or may not be reflected in the story."

So you sort of know what to expect, at least in Part 1 out of five very long parts. Here's Priss sulking around trying to figure Brady out; Here's Brady butchering and decapitating Boomers and occasionally vampirizing a human or two; here's Priss being tsundere for Leon (ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh); here's Brady bullying Meg and Lou for no good reason. Xavier does have Nene and Mackie finally hooking up and Nene living in Sylia's (Silia is how he spells it, which is somehow even worse) apartment, so that's okay, but on the whole the first part and the first chunk of part 1 is just so, so, so uneven. (It also doesn't help that Part 2's author note also insists in kinda salty terms that Priss isn't a 'lesbo', soooo... yeah. That's your prerogative, Xavier.)

And then things start happening. In order to reactivate Sylvie's brain, Nick ends up briefly fusing with Sylvie's personality, and this, uh, it mellows him out some. Lo and behold, Nick Brady starts to grow a goddamn conscience, starts to back down on being an absolute sadist. Sylvie takes on some of his personality traits, and by part 3 or 4 they're basically a bickering Rumiko Takahashi couple, which is... actually somewhat amusing. Things just keep on happening, even if there isn't a whole lot of good old-fashioned hardsuit action until part 4, the character dynamics are interesting enough to keep me relatively engaged. It's weird, it's not a very action-heavy story, but there's still enough going on, especially once Largo resurrects (so much for not taking from Crash, huh?), to keep someone like me engaged.

Maybe it's just that however basic Brady's arc from sadist to sad sack is - as he begins to die due to various Boomer-related complications - incredibly compelling. For example, he vampirizes a guy and hates himself for doing it, then quickly externalizes those feelings of loathing onto Sylvie, claims it's all her fault, which feels - natural? Like something an emotionally stunted murderer faced with his own mortality would do. By the time he's kidnapped Sylia at the end of part 5 for Largo, it's clear he's incredibly desperate, broken down, and because of who he was at the start - so much of a boring-ass OPMC type - it's satisfying to see that Xavier can drag the story in a different direction than other fanfics of the same era.

Alas, it's unfinished! Has been since 2001. One more part, Xavier said, and he never put that one more part out. But what's there, you know, the 5/6ths of the story that is present, is solid, solid stuff. Shit, even the fight scene in Part 4 is one of the more awesome things I've seen in BGC fanfic, even if Xavier sees fit to mangle the shit out of poor Nene in a weirdly brutal way.

In the end, A Killer's Heart is a good fanfic. Read it, skim the first chunk as quickly as you can, enjoy silly scenes like Sylvie unzipping her riding suit and causing car crashes, cute things like that. Have fun, folks. It's hard to do that sometimes.

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✨💛 Baby! 💛✨

Camilo Madrigal x Reader 🦋

The waves were rough as they crashed and overlapped, drawing Camilo in deeper and deeper towards the dark heart of the ocean. The water was endless. He couldn't breathe. He was drowning.

He shook his arms violently, threading through the cold water as he tried to get closer to the bright spot on the surface... but he already felt his vision dimming. The moon, his only light source, was fading. His body spasmed as it begged for oxygen.

About to give up, he felt the very last breath he held onto escape and float to the surface in the form of a bubble. It was pointless to keep trying to swim back up. He had no more energy left. He was certain about one thing. He was about to die. Barely moving, he managed to see the shape of a hand extend towards him. It grabbed his arm and--after struggling--pulled him back up.

Suddenly, he was getting dragged to a shore. He managed to make out the face of his saviour and identified who it belonged to with no effort.

It was you. You saved him.

Sitting straight, he started coughing. He could feel the sand in his hands. You brushed the wet hair off of his face as the coughs became gasps. It took him a few seconds but he could finally breathe again.

"Baby! Baby are you ok?!" He heard you ask urgently. Your face glistened while water beads rolled down your cheeks slowly. Your skin looked so shiny. Like glass. The moonlight behind your head only added to the scene in front of him. So hypnotizing.

But- "baby"?! You'd never called him that. Ever. You weren't dating or even considering dating for that matter. So why did you call him that? Even if it took him by surprise, he had to admit... He didn't particularly mind it...

In fact, it felt... right? For some reason he couldn't quite single out.

"I am now," he mumbled as he grabbed your cheek, stroking some droplets off.

"Oh thank God," you breathed out in relief and... leaned into his touch. "I am so glad amor!" You placed your hands on both of his cheeks, looking into his eyes for any wince- any sign he could be hurt.

Wow. You didn't even hesitate to call him that. It was incredible. He could feel the proximity. This was his chance. If there ever was one, then it was safe to say this was it. You basically just admitted that, at the very least, you liked him- friends don't call their friends "baby"... much less "amor."

So he leaned in...

and you did too.

Anticipating the crashing of your lips, he felt nothing. Then he opened his eyes and- you weren't there? You weren't there. He looked around panicked as he realized he wasn't in a shore but... in his room. His neck and back felt damp from sweat as he sat up in his bed feeling nothing but crestfallen. "It was a damn dream?!" But how?! He thought he had it all. He thought it was real. It felt so real. How could this happen?

He grunted in frustration as he stood up. His throat was dry and he needed a glass of- well anything. As he walked down the stairs, he noticed he couldn't stop the fresh memory from running wild. Repeating itself shamelessly. Your lips on his.

"Baby are you ok?!"

"Aghh!" he whined loudly as he pulled at his hair in annoyance. This was not only so disappointing but, he knew his mind. He knew the way it worked. It would unquestionably not leave him alone until it slowly plucked the filaments of sanity from his very being.

But why? That would mean- he wanted it to really happen. That would mean he liked you.

He sighed, glancing at the glass half full of cold water on his hand, realizing it wasn't farfetched to think so at all.

He closed his eyes trying to relax. So- okay, he liked you. He knew it by the way he felt as he woke up. He definitely liked you. Without a doubt. A lot- in fact...

Then it hit him and he choked on his water.

What the hell was he going to do tomorrow?

He couldn't help being awkward for the first few minutes of your earliest interaction that following day. Luckily, he eventually managed to calm himself down enough to ease into the conversation. But he couldn't really pay attention.

He tried--he really did--but still failed to control his facial expressions and found himself smiling at nothing in particular whenever you spoke.

"Hey," you snickered amused. "You're so cheery today," your eyebrows were faintly raised and your lips formed a grin. You had a cute laugh...

"Yeah um- I guess I am feeling different," he admitted.

"Well it suits you," you said nodding. He admired the way your grin turned into a truthful smile and felt the pink blush creeping up his nose.

Was that a compliment?

That was definitely a sign then.

Right?

He walked back home still blushing. You'd been so attentive to him and his needs all.day.long and he wished he had held you. He needed to hold you as you held him on the shore... "Stop! That never happened," he corrected himself before he could go on and continue developing his fantasy.

Yeah. He was in deep and he wasn't underwater this time.

The romantic scene from his dream kept replaying throughout the day. It refused to let him go. It clung to his brain until the night hours as he layed, wide awake. He felt confused as to where you stood regarding him. What did you think of him?

The events of the day- every exchange you shared played like a broken record. Over and over. Like you offering your hand for support to help him stand up after you were both on the grass, sitting close together. You'd held on for a few more seconds. The linger of your touch after he stood was enough to summon the blush back to his cheeks.

That mental image- the feel. He swore that, if he concentrated, he could still feel your hand around his. It still tingled. Even if it had been just a few seconds more than necessary- that one simple motion, rivaled the dream he had about you. Both scenes would alternate, taking turns as they played from the beginning in his head. Rewinding every few minutes.

"It had to mean something," Was his only thought as he kept rolling over from side to side on his bed. He couldn't remain in one position. His hands fidgeted with the fabric of the bedsheets as his whole body felt heavy and restless.

Next morning, you were both talking about an upcoming event his family was planning. You noticed that he only ever spoke of what he was told by others and refused to deviate from their ideas when it came to a family matter. This awoke crossness in you because you were curious about his thoughts on it.

"Yeah but what do you think? I care about what you have to say way more than anything they can possibly ever say," you were confident on your words yet, decided to add to it for the sake of not being rude.

"No offense," you looked slightly guilty for being so upfront, especially when it was about his family. But he wasn't offended at all. Quite the opposite actually.

"Really?" He turned to you furrowing his brows.

"Yeah," you calmly shrugged your shoulders.

He smiled wide, looking so thrilled by your answer. "No one ever hears what I have to say except for you. Thank you," He gave in to his desires and hugged you. You were taken aback but hugged him too.

He was playful, sure, but he wasn't emotional and hugs from him came pretty scarcely. After a few moments, you thought the hug was over and motioned to move backwards.

"Wait- Don't pull away," he pleaded zealously. He could smell the tropical perfume on your hair and it was so calming to him.

"Uh? Milo? Are you ok-" You were nothing more than concerned. He really was never this affectionate. Camilo had never hugged you for longer than a few seconds.

"I'm fine. Just- please... don't let go. I really need you right now. I never knew how much I wanted this," he breathlessly whispered in... distress? Distress from Camilo?

"Huh? Cam you're... really making me worry. What's happening? Is something troubling you?" You asked feeling the uncertainty grow slowly.

"The image of you is plaguing me," He said in anguish.

"What?" You were so confused. What did he mean? Had you done something wrong? Had you said something insulting?

He was about to possibly ruin your friendship. But he didn't care.

"I had a dream and in that dream you were mine and we were together and it was amazing and I didn't know how much I wanted that to be real. It hurts that it isn't. So why can't it be?" He blathered on before ending in a gloomy tone. Poor Camilo sounded so sad it took you a few seconds to stop thinking about how to cheer him up and instead process what he'd just told you.

He had a dream. You were together in that dream. He wanted you to be a couple? That didn't sound bad. Not bad at all. You'd be lying if you said you'd never thought about it... recently.

You took a few more seconds to respond yet, you already knew what to say.

"It can. You just never asked me," you smiled at the idea.

"Really?!" He pulled away from the hug and looked at you with expectant eyes. His excitement was contagious.

"Yes," you chuckled and rolled your eyes playfully. "I don't see why it couldn't."

"So that means that- that we can... be more?," You noticed his eyes were slightly tearing up. Did he really think you were going to say no? You needed a little work in the hinting department...

"Yes Cam. I wouldn't like anything else more," you shook your head to emphasize the meaning. "Now come back here, I don't like seeing you sad," you grazed his eyes to wipe the tears before they got the chance to fall. Eager and joyful, he swiftly embraced you once again, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the smell of your perfume. Thank God he didn't keep quiet!

"So... tell me more about this dream of yours because, whatever it was, it can be arranged," you crooned before winking.

He blushed even more but saying he wasn't looking forward to telling you everything about it would be a lie. What he feared wasn't a dream but a nightmare that would torment him, reminding him of what he could never have, turned out to really be a dream. A chain reaction that led you to be in his arms.

In this era of broken hearts, he tried to grasp for something real... and there you were.

Author's note: Comment if you guys want a part two causee I could do an ✨aftermath✨...👀 so let me know. Also I didn't proofread this so I'm sorry for any mistakes!

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« Accidentally Lashing Out at Their S/O

genre: angst to fluff

format: scenarios

- includes: Akaashi and Sakusa 

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Akaashi Keiji

“Keiji, please come to bed soon.” 

“Working.” 

The snipped reply had the beginnings of a swirl of anger within your stomach, causing you to puff out some hair in your eyes in slight annoyance. This had been a week long occurrence, and you feared Akaashi may faint from exhaustion from how heavy he took on his workloads every night. 

“Y/N, please sleep. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Akaashi attempted to soften his tone, but an edge still remained that highlighted his irritability. You gnawed on your lower lip momentarily before taking a seat on the couch not too far away, reaching for your book. 

“Y/N-” 

“When you sleep, I’ll sleep.” 

“Are you a child?” 

You scoff through your nose, feeling an argument on the tip of your tongue depending on how you responded.

“I just care about you, you haven’t slept before three in the morning in days, my love-” 

“Have you ever considered that maybe you being too overbearing is adding to my stress?” Akaashi’s voice raised the slightest in volume, making your chest sink at the rare circumstance you found yourself in. It was as if all the stress bubbling up in his stomach was beginning to simmer over. 

“Maybe if you stopped and thought for a moment you would realize-” 

You snapped your book shut. Akaashi’s pen stopped bleeding angrily onto the document as a silence of realization flooded the room. 

“Good idea. Maybe I should think more, because right now, I’m realizing how much of a prick you’ve been to me when I’ve been nothing but patient.” 

“Y/N-” 

“I change my mind, don’t come to bed. Work yourself to the point until you pass out in that desk of yours.” Your tone didn’t waver, and you tried your best to appear unbothered-

but Akaashi heard it. Your voice crack.

You rushed out of the room before the blue-eyed boy could even rise from his desk, guilty apology in his throat. He sighed, following you into your shared bedroom as you continued your novel from within the sheets, seemingly unfazed save for your watery eyes. 

“Love, please look at me.” He sat carefully on the edge of the bed as you turn another page in disinterest. 

“Keiji, you know it hurts me when you aren’t healthy right? What if you get sick?” Your eyes didn’t look up from the ink on paper you weren’t paying attention to, but a tear slipped your eye. The defeated tone in your wavering words made Akaashi’s chest tighten even more. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Let me sleep with you tonight?” 

The novel now laid forgotten on your lap as you allow him to move closer to you, cupping your cheek carefully before pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’ll be better. You’re right, I’m way too exhausted-” 

“Then let’s get you out of work clothes-” You unloosen his tie, using it to pull him into you to which he responds immediately. His breath fans your lips, blue eyes gazing into yours tiredly and lovingly before you kiss him quickly. “And into bed.” 

He laughs once, soft smile gracing his handsome features before kissing your lips a second time. 

“There’s nothing I’d like more, my love.” 

Sakusa Kiyoomi

 “Go talk to him. It doesn’t matter to me.” 

“Kiyoomi, please-” You followed your tall boyfriend with exasperation on your features, making sure not to trip on your dress. 

“Did you forget who you came here with, Y/N?” Sakusa’s tone was coldly amused as your cheeks flood with heat with people beginning to stare. 

“Let’s talk in private.” 

Sakusa knew he should’ve listened. The rational part of him knew that he should’ve scanned the situation better, but that rational part was drowned out by the image of a flirty Atsumu talking you up near the open bar. 

“Why? You don’t want everyone to know that my girlfriend was flirting with my teammate at Hinata’s sponsor’s event?” He scoffed, but Sakusa’s lips soon find themselves sealed tight at the sight of the tears welling up in your eyes. 

You angrily wipe at them before trying to control your emotions. “You left me alone at a party where I hardly know anyone. You went to go talk to connections or whatever, making me feel like I was nothing but an accessory for you to bring. So excuse me if I found solace in a friend because my boyfriend abandoned me at a social event.” 

Sakusa’s dark eyes widened a fraction before you brush past him, bumping him in the shoulder with your own to dash down the hallway as far as your heels would allow. 

“Atsumu just wanted to make her feel comfortable.” Bokuto approaches his teammate, feeling guilty for having shown up a little late. “We were all going to hang around Y/N because this was her first event as your girlfriend.” 

“And you shouldn’t have left her alone.” Atsumu mumbled, barely audible for the party guests who were beginning to lose interest in the sparked drama. Sakusa’s jaw clenched before he winced, remembering your hurt expression before sighing and turning on his heel. He would deal with the annoying blonde later. 

He walked the same hallway you had ran down, feeling an unfamiliar emotion of guilt eat at his stomach. Was it because you were the first girl he opened his heart to? Was he really blinded by the anger of potentially losing you to someone who could make you laugh as easily as Atsumu did? 

Sakusa stalled at the sight of your heels laying by the balcony doors. He pushed them easily, heels in hand, before finding you nursing the soles of your feet in your dramatic escapade. 

The two of you stayed silent for awhile, the dark haired spiker kneeling down to your seated height before carefully picking up one of your sore feet. 

“Kiyoomi, it’s not clean-” 

“You’re hurt.” Was his curt reply before gently massaging it. You stare at your dark eyed boyfriend before your eyes begin to well up with tears again. 

“I’m sorry-” 

“No.” He cut you off, beginning to slip your shoe back on. “You did nothing wrong. I...I don’t know how to do this. Not with someone I love. I’m sorry if I made you feel as if you were nothing but a pretty accessory on my arm.”

“Kiyoomi...” 

“Although you are pretty-” He pulls down his mask and kisses your shin, causing heat to flood your cheeks. “You are so much more than that. I know I don’t say it often, but I hate seeing you cry. Especially if it’s by me. So teach me to love you properly, because I want to know how.” 

Your smile was so gorgeous in the moonlight, Sakusa cleared his throat before blushing underneath his mask, busying himself with the straps of your heels. 

“I love you, Kiyoomi.” 

And then he couldn’t help himself, tugging his mask down a second time to capture your lips with his own, closing his eyes. 

“You make my head spin, Y/N.” He whispers, causing you to shiver as his cold fingers touch the side of your neck. 

“But I think I like it.” 

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