#i don’t really have any awakening from my childhood but I’m pretty certain that these two both defined my gender

[dragonfollies]

Petrigrof doodle (I’m normal about them) <- is lying

#i don’t really have any awakening from my childhood but I’m pretty certain that these two both defined my gender #also I’m getting back into posting more of my art online #perhaps I’ll even make a side blog where I reblog my art from here to make it easier to search through #adventure time #adventure time fanart #doodle #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #follysart

[asukamood]

Finding your way in the dark

(The dark, aka the mess that is this blog)

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If you get inspired by my stories, there’s no need to credit me but if you use an original idea of mine like The Elysium’s Dream then please do.

I barely post any art in here since I’m mostly a writer but to any art I might post, please do not use it without credit.

Reposts are welcomed and feel free to ask me pretty much anything you want, I don’t really have much time right now though so my replies might be a little late.

If you can’t find a certain story, try to search the tags listed below on my page or you could ask me, also a fair way to do that.

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Drueswap:

Perfect date (fluff)

Bad dream (Hurt comfort)

Peace and quiet (Hurt comfort)

Drabbles (Fluff)

Loneliness (Angst)

Normal day for two married idiots in love (Fluff)

Blue’s morning tantrum (Fluff and short like me)

“I was convinced that I killed him.” (Hurt comfort but it’s mostly angst)

Rule number 1: Never ignore Blue (Hurt comfort)

Rule number 2: Never let Blue get jealous (Fluff??)

Rule number 3: Never let Blue drink liquor (Hurt comfort)

Rule number 4: Never question Blue during a hangover (Fluff)

Rule number 5: Never let Blue pet Dream’s wings (Crack/fluff)

Rule number 6: Never work out with Blue around (fluff)

Rule number 7: Never let Blue get the handcuffs (crack)

Argument (Hurt/Comfort)

Awakening (hurt comfort)

Panic (Hurt comfort)

Four things Blue likes about Dream (Fluff)

Three things Dream likes about Blue (Fluff)

Longing (Angst)

In the end (Drueswap):

“To say that finding himself in his current situation is a surprise would be a lie.

Blue groaned as he tried to wriggle into a more comfortable position, his curved spine starting to take its toll on his body. He also wished that his wrists weren’t so tightly bound together either because he could feel the rope burns starting to dig into his skin but he did not dare try and protest, it would be pointless.

He looked up and found himself staring at his brother kneeling beside him and talking to a faceless man. His mouth was moving but Blue, due to the fact he had been hit in the head by the same man in orange, was unable to hear much of the conversation except for some snippets of it.

“Yes, he will be given as a gift for Her Majesty.” Was one of the only things he heard before his consciousness slowly faded into the darkness as his eyes closed for good.”

Part 1

Fallen Angel (Druemare):

“He looked so different. His blond hair has been tainted pitch black, his golden eyes by red ones and his wings went from those of an Angel to those of a dragon whose wings have been messed around with. But that was undoubtedly Dream.

Although, he had no time to stay and dwell on the changes the other had undergone. Time was ticking. As he heard hurried footsteps from the other side of the wall, he didn’t hesitate before launching himself at the other and creating a portal.

Once they were through, Blue quickly got off of the other and stared at the growing glitches on his body before shaking his head. He turned his head toward Dream to seek distraction and caught him looking at him with quite the perplexed expression.

Before he could ask, Dream opened his mouth.

“Who are you?”

Blue’s heart dropped.”

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Sweammare:

Nightmare woke up on a tree but didn’t have memories of ever climbing up there and that’s when he noticed that this tree he was sitting on was the Tree of Feelings, still filled with black and golden apples. He was back in the past, when he and Dream were still on good terms.

Or in which Nightmare is still hella gay for Dream and this whole mess is just a chance for him to let out his gayness for his childhood friend, who isn’t towering over him nor trying to kill him.

Mini series is not complete apparently.

Odd phenomenon (Hurt comfort)

Truth or dare (Fluff)

The Fall (Angst?)

Bonus chapter: Another round (Fluff, crack)

Confession (Multi)

Halloween Party (Fluff… Sorta)

Birthday Mess (Fluff)

-> Sin (Multi)

Christmas Shenanigans (Fluff)

Promise (Angst)

More Dreamswap:

Deez Nuts (Crack)

Echoes of the Past (Angst)

Ghost Hunting with Ani (Fluff)

Snap (Angst, fmaa2)

Late-Night Tutoring (Fluff, fmaa2)

“A hero, huh?” (Angst)

Mock Trial (Hurt comfort)

Surprise Party (“Sweammare”, Drueswap, Meme Squad poly)

Nicknames (Fluff, crack, Creepypasta Squad)

Math (Fluff, crack, Creepypasta squad)

Cut (Hurt comfort, Creepypasta Squad)

First Date (Hue, Fluff)

November 9th (Angst)

Target Syndrome (Explanation post)

School Supplies (Fluff, Creepypasta Squad)

Together (fmaa2): One — Two —

Bad things happen: (Platonic Hue, Hinch, background Drue)

Flirts x 2 = Mess (Fluff)

Finch Needs A Raise (Crack)

Hurt (Angst)

Envy (Angst)

Wrath (Angst)

Lust (Angst, hurt comfort?)

According to plan (—)

Transfer (Angsty)

Incorrect quotes:

One (Crack, Fluff)

Two (Crack)

Three (Crack, fluff)

Four (Crack, fluff)

UTMV:

The Elysium’s Dream: (Dreamberry, Errormare)

Nightmare and Dream are part of an endangered species because of hunters who are dead set on selling their most precious possession: their souls. The Celestial Conversation Division of the government, whose motto is “Protect, Preserve, Heal” soon transfer them to their lab to be protected from them. However, things never go as planned and not everything is as it seems. Now, why don’t we add romance to the equation to spice things up a little?

Part 1 (Angst)

Part 2 (Hurt Comfort)

Extra 01 (Additional Information)

Extra 00 (Additional Information)

Part 3 (Fluff, Sorta)

Part 4 (Angst)

Part 5 (Angst)

Why? (Angst, Dreamberry)

The last straw (Angst)

Rebellion (Crack, hurt comfort)

Rooftop (Hurt Comfort, Dreamberry)

Halloween Franzy

Surprise Invited (Multi, Christmas Special)

Fond Memories (Fluff)

Realization (DT Twins bday, Dreamberry)

First (Second) Meeting (Kolour)

Genshin Impact:

Unpleasant Finding:

Ever since he had to go back to Snezhnaya, Childe has been sending letters to Kaeya everyday but one day, a strange letter gets sent to him and he knows Childe is in danger. It’s obvious that Childe’s abducter wants to lure him in Snezhnaya, but what can he do? The clock is ticking for both of them, who will run out of time first?

Part 1 (Angst)

Part 2 (Fluff/Angst)

Back to hell (angst, mention of Chaeya, very old and cringe)

Rising star (Hurt comfort)

Cold Front:

In the Snow (Fluff/hurt comfort)

Different Point of View:

We know Augustine’s point of view, what about Winnie’s?

[Aka I took the game plot and put Winnie as the protagonist instead]

Prologue

Chapter 1: Quick Drive

Chapter 2: Snowstorm

#dreamswap #ds dream #fluff #angst #drueswap #ds blue #ds dream x ds blue #ds dreamberry #ds drue #ds drueswap #ds dream x ds nightmare #ds dreammare #ds nightmare #nightmare sans #nightmare #dream x blue #dream x swap #dreamberry #dreamtale #underswap #undertale au #error #error sans #hurt/comfort #drani #dream x ani #ds ani #ani

[fcrmula]

welcome to heritage in greyscale: an interactive mystery.

this post will act as combination instruction manual and interest checker, so please drop a like if you’re interested in participating! there is also a more in-depth interest checker you can fill out so i can get a better idea of what kind of interest you have, but it isn’t mandatory.

here are some important links as well: tag - the cast - the set pieces (tba) - the props (tba)

now, let’s begin by explaining what the mystery is!

as you’ve probably noticed, n has--- especially recently--- been thinking about his birth parents. they’re something he’s always wondered about, really, but didn’t have the opportunity or means to search for them.

however, it’s now been a couple of years since he awakened reshiram, and he feels as if gears are beginning to turn as he comes into his role as hero of truth. it isn’t just his own curiosity that needs sating, either; reshiram itself wants to pursue this too.

the only problem is, n has almost nothing to go off. in fact, as he’s grown, he’s only lost potential clues, rather than gained any--- he recalls certain objects from his childhood that probably would have helped him search, but he doubts that ghetsis wouldn’t have destroyed them when he took n into his care.

there’s also his sisters, anthea and concordia. he’s long since realized they’ve known something was wrong before he did, and he’s certain they must have information that he doesn’t--- information they couldn’t tell him before, when ghetsis was still watching--- but they’re a lost clue, too. he hasn’t spoken to them since he first left unova with reshiram, and he doesn’t know where they are now.

in order to find his parents, he’s going to have to find some other people first.

so, how does the interactive part work? let’s continue under the cut!

here are some basics:

i procedurally drop hints and write relevant drabbles and the like, all tagged as heritage in greyscale

(certain otherwise unrelated rp threads may also be tagged if they have a certain relevant detail within them)

i occasionally reblog ask prompts that may let you grab more information if you send the correct prompt in/ask the right questions at the right time and to the right people; the prompts themselves will usually not be tagged with anything special, it’s up to you to figure out what questions to ask and when (though i may leave a hint or two in my tags)

the story is moved along partly by me and partly by... whoever wants to participate, really. without any interaction, the story will still play out on its own to certain extents, but participation will not only move it along faster, it also means potential influence on what occurs, and information that might not be revealed otherwise.

additional characters vital to the story can be unlocked through participation, pre-planned story events, all sorts of things--- you can find out more about that on the cast page

there are things to decode, hints to follow, and by GOD if you wanna take this super seriously and solve this thing ahead of the game then don’t let a single word i say ooc on this topic (or even seemingly NOT on this topic but secretly VERY on topic) slip under the radar either, i’m a sneaky little bastard!! i’m warning you!!!!! 

not even joking about the “seemingly not on topic, secretly very on topic” thing. seriously. i’m pretty sure i’ve already done that as of when i’m writing this and currently the mystery has barely started

to see this concept in action, if you’re familiar with my raihan (kibanafuji), then you probably remember the 182 mystery--- if not, you can click here (if you want to solve the 182 mystery for yourself, you still can! be sure to click that on desktop to ensure you won't be spoiled by the later posts; the link i provided SHOULD lead you to the chronological order i posted everything in) and hopefully you’ll get the gist of how that worked. for the 182 mystery, the goal was to discover information about raihan’s sister, what the hell happened to her, and why he’s never told any of his current friends he ever had a sister in the first place. goals included discovering her name, the when, where, why, and how of her death, and more.

n’s mystery will be similar, but working from a different spot entirely--- unlike with raihan, n’s memory is important, but could never hold all the answers. i’d say it’s necessitated this added layer of complexity, buuuuuut let’s be real, there’s simply something wrong with me and i did not have to do literally any of this it’s all just because it’s fun to me

now, time for some slightly-less-basics! (i’ll be reorganizing all of this info AND the last bullet list into a proper page at some point, but at this early stage, this should be adequate)

any redacted information/words will be written with solid squares ■, with one square per letter. spaces may not always be present to separate words, especially if separation would render it a little too easy to figure out just yet.

consider all ■-redacted information solvable and at least relatively important unless explicitly stated to be unimportant. (they may not be IMMEDIATELY solvable, though.)

things may be written in more than one layer of code. things that are in code may also be partially redacted.

all guesses at everything can be directed towards the askbox or to me on discord.

TIRED OF WRITING THIS POST I WANT TO START THE MYSTERY ALREADY

#﹙ooc.﹚ #﹙heritage in greyscale.﹚ #﹙bookmarked.﹚

[jimlingss]

hi Kina! may I make a request for a sort of sci-fi au? yn dies but when she opens her eyes, some unfamiliar yet familiar dude takes off his vr goggles and goes “hEy hOw wAs iT?” maybe Joon? or JK? I don’t really mind

↳ Awaken Again

2k || 50% Fluff, 50% Angst || Kim Namjoon

You die with some regrets.

But mostly without. It was a rather unremarkable, mundane life but a happy one where you feel general satisfaction for the choices and decisions you made. Above all, you feel tired. Oh so tired. You’re ready to sleep for a long while. Perhaps forever.

So you surrender to the darkness. Not sure what’s next.

……………………

Suddenly, there’s a burst of light.

It floods your vision, stirring your senses, and a comfortable weight around your head that you didn’t know was there is lifted. A gasp is stolen from your lips, filling your lungs and you realize you’re alive again. It’s hard to see, for your vision to adjust as your lashes flutter, and you squint.

But it eventually does adjust and you see again. Namely, you discover a certain man with sparkling irises and a dimpled smile in front of you.

“Hey.” His voice is deep, soft. It ignites an emotion stowed deep in your heart. “How was it?”

Your mouth draws open and your feeble voice croaks out, “Namjoon?” 

His smile fades as he searches your expression and you fall out of the chair, frantically grabbing onto the sleeves of his white lab coat. You pull him into a hug and cry out, “Oh my god, Namjoon!” 

He’s stiff against your body, not returning your embrace, but you don’t pay any mind. You’re too overwhelmed from seeing him again. “Is-Is this heaven?” you ask while shutting your eyes and savouring the moment. 

“What? No.” He looks over his shoulder and you don’t know where to.

You pull away but keep him in your reach, your hands curled into his clothes. “But if this isn’t heaven, then how is this possible?”

Namjoon’s hands wrap around your shoulders and he takes a step back, lowering his height slightly to have his eyes connect to yours. “Y/N, do you know where you are?”

“What?”

“You’ve woken up to reality,” he enunciates gingerly and carefully. “You were just in a VR simulation for the past few years. We’ve been watching you.”

You don’t understand. It doesn’t make any sense. 

He’s scaring you. “What are you talking about? What’s going on, Joon?”

Namjoon leans back and looks towards the glass window. “Subject two has no recollection of past memories and no grasp of reality,” he deadpans in a monotone. “Will need monitoring for further investigation of potential symptoms and ramifications of simulation 230616.”

He turns back to you, a large distance kept between your bodies. As if you were strangers to each other. He merely says, “Everything will be okay.”

It does little to reassure you. And the Namjoon that you’re familiar with is nothing but reassuring.

Instead of dying, instead of surrendering to the darkness, you’ve been placed in a room with stark white floors, walls, a bed and a tinted window. Fluorescent lights burn your lids and you feel frightened, but it’s coming back to you. Slowly.

You cradle yourself, murmuring, “I am Y/N L/N.” 

They said you were placed in a simulation. “I am twenty eight.” The ninety years you lived wasn’t real. 

“I am a software engineer and scientist at Realtion.” 

You recall some parts as if they were distant memories of your childhood. Blurred. Faint. But even then, they’re merely fragments of a whole mirror, puzzles of a much larger piece. You remember being excited after you were picked to be one of the first to test the simulation. You remember getting into the chair, remembering placing the headset over your head and covering your eyes. You remember the countdown of a smooth, dulcet voice — the same one that had greeted you when it was all over.

The door opens and you jolt.

The person that enters is the same one you’ve been thinking about. 

Namjoon ducks his head to get in. “I don’t know why they make these goddamn doors so small.”

You smile unintentionally. But it’s easy to relax when it’s him.

“I hope I wasn’t interrupting,” he says.

“Interrupting what? I’m being monitored like a lab rat. There’s nothing for you to interrupt.” To prove your point, you open your arms to your surroundings. It’s pretty obvious what they think about you considering the walls and floor are plush. This isn’t any different from a padded cell save for the few furniture pieces.

Namjoon shuts the door and gives you an incredulous expression. “Don’t be like that. They’re just worried.”

“Of my psychological state? Yeah.” You lean against the wall, seated on your bed. “Might be normal though considering I thought that simulation was my reality and I barely remember anything of my actual reality.”

He snorts. “The simulation has a few kinks, but we can iron it out. It might be a bit too immersive.”

You deadpan, “You think?”

Namjoon grins and takes a seat on the uncomfortable white chair by the desk. “It’s good to see you returning to yourself. Everyone’s missed you, Y/N.”

You hum a low note, looking away. 

It’s hard to cope and you’re still traumatizing on multiple levels, but that doesn’t mean your entire personality will suddenly up and vanish. If anything, you know you’re being rather snippy towards everyone — that you’re taking out your anger on them even though it’s unwarranted. It’s not like they were the ones who forced you to step into the simulation. It’s not like they knew this would happen.

But that doesn’t mean you aren’t upset.

Everything you lived for, everything you loved, your entire life — it’s been a lie. A virtual reality.

“Why are you here?” you ask after the silence is prolonged.

“I just wanted to check up on you.”

You pause. “How many.”

“How many…?”

You look back at him, gaze meeting his. “How many people were watching?”

Namjoon hesitates, but he answers you. “Just three. Me, Jimin and Hoseok.”

A scoff emits from your throat and you roll your eyes. You can’t believe all of the private moments in your life were being observed and recorded by others the entire time. You really were a lab rat and you still are.

“It’s confidential, Y/N,” Namjoon says. “You know that. Nothing unnecessary will be written in the final report.”

“It’s still intrusive,” you spit and soften, knees pressed against your chest as if physically curling into yourself is all the protection you have left. “It’s just….it’s just hard to cope with.”

“I know,” he murmurs gently.

“I don’t think you do,” you bite back. “I lived this entire life, this full life and to know everything was just a figment of my imagination, that nothing was real, that we—” You interrupt yourself. “Never mind.”

You know if you get too upset and your blood pressure spikes, a whole team might run in. Or maybe they already know Namjoon’s in here with you.

“You don’t need to worry about it,” he pipes up, reassuring but in the moment you want it least. “The world you were in, it was constructed by your subconscious. You couldn’t control it. And relationships are built on the people who are close to you.”

There’s a moment of quiet. You hope he doesn’t say it, but he does—

“So it’s only natural that we ended up married and with kids and all that.”

You scoff. 

There’s an array of emotions that overwhelm you. Hurt that Namjoon could brush off sixty years of your marriage like that and what was so entirely real to you. Mortified that others saw how your subconscious built an intimate relationship with a colleague of yours. Confused at what you feel, how you yearn for the man across the room who you once called your dear husband— but it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.

So these feelings aren’t real.

Right? 

“If it’s only natural, then how come we’re not together in this ‘reality’.” It’s a bold question, but there’s no point in reserving yourself. You’ve already lived ninety years, so you know what kind of regrets are born in the face of hesitation and miscommunication. Confrontation is easy after so much experience. “You saw everything, didn’t you? You watched it all?”

Namjoon is quiet. “I did.”

“Then what do you think?”

You want to ask him how he felt about it. If he viewed that life with cold eyes and an impassive mind or if he possibly felt something, even as a bystander. 

“Was our relationship really just a wild part of my subconscious, Namjoon?”

The hurt you feel burrows deeper when he turns away from you in an extended silence. Your lips part, about to tell him to go away, so you don’t confuse the simulation with reality. But he beats you to the punch—

“It was my fault,” Namjoon murmurs and your head whips up to him. Your gazes connect. “That night before you were going into the simulation, I said something I shouldn’t have.” 

“What do you mean?”

“I….I knew you were going into the simulation for two years, so I thought I’d take my chance and if the outcome was bad, I would’ve been gone by then. I was an idiot. I didn’t know this would happen, that it would affect your subconscious so much.”

You slide off your bed, brows furrowed. “What did you say to me?”

Silence.

You come closer to him, raising your voice— “What did you tell me, Namjoon?!”

“I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you!” Namjoon’s eyes are darkened with regret, burning with embarrassment and shame. “We went out for drinks and I drank too much and I told you that if you wanted me to, I would wait for you. Until this was done.” He pulls a hand through the blonde strands of his hair, and he gets up from his spot. “There’s no point. You don’t remember it.”

But you grab him before he leaves, clutching the sleeve of his white lab coat. “What did I say?”

Desperation aches deep within you. A curiosity that eats at your brain.

Namjoon looks back at you and relays the memories you don’t have. “You said I shouldn’t wait for you, but if things don’t change and the timing is right, you’ll give your answer when you get back.”

Your breath hitches in your throat. Namjoon searches your expression. It’s an intimate moment without interruption where you don’t care who might be watching or if there’s someone on the other side of the window. It feels like there’s just you and Namjoon. All that really matters.

Yet he forces you to let go of him. “I don’t want you to get confused with the simulation and reality.”

“Does it matter if it was real or not? What I feel is real. What I feel for you is real,” you spit as your annoyance surges. “Everyone keeps telling me what’s real or fake but no one wants to acknowledge that my experiences were real to me! Isn’t that the point of the simulation?!”

Namjoon’s eyes have widened. Your breathing is ragged, chest falling and rising. “I spent sixty years with you, Namjoon! We grew old together. And do you know what my first thought was when I saw you again?” You laugh bitterly. “‘Thank god he’s here, I can be with him again’.”

There are tears in your eye, welling up and blurring your vision. 

Namjoon doesn’t utter a single word. He doesn’t make any excuses, any rebuttals, and doesn’t argue. He stops invalidating what you feel and instead closes the distance and embraces you.

His arms wrap around your shoulders and you lean into him, savouring it and shutting your eyes.

You know Namjoon’s worries have merit to it, that the others will think the same as he does. They’ll think you’re confusing the simulation with reality, that your ability to differentiate has weakened, that your feelings were manifested and nurtured by the simulation. They’ll think this isn’t real. 

But time will tell.

You’ve already stood the test of time with Namjoon once. You have a feeling, a second time won’t be difficult.

#bts fanfic #bts scenario #namjoon fanfic #namjoon scenario #bts sci-fi #namjoon angst #namjoon fluff #verryy interesting concept anon #thanks for sending it in #jimlingss #Anonymous

[bloopme911]

Random WandaVision Thoughts

Thoughts about WandaVision I cannot get out of my head, so here you go.

SPOILERS AHEAD. BLOOP. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. 

1. Wanda and Vision are connected by the stone. 

I went back and watched AOU and pretty much from the moment Vision is on screen, the connection between him and Wanda is obvious. Her reaction to him in particular struck me. She exhaled like she was drawn to him--to the stone. She also said she saw inside his mind before he was brought to life. 

I believe they’re meant to be together, not only b/c of their chemistry together and compassion for one another, but also b/c of that mind stone. It gave him life and awakened her latent powers. It drew them to one another the moment they met. Vision himself even said in Civil War that he didn’t fully understand the stone, or how it works exactly; it’s a mystery to him. That stone is POWERFUL. It “speaks” to Vision, it “has a mind of it’s own”, it’s not a passive player, IMO. 

...more after the kr...

2. Wanda can channel the powers of ALL of the stones in her chaos magic.

This I can’t claim credit for, but I believe it. I saw a theory on ScreenCrush (great YT channel for dummies like me to break things down) that Wanda can not only bend reality to her will, she can channel pretty much all the powers of the five stones. She demonstrates this in many ways -- bringing the butterflies and stork to life, rewinding the turkey until it turned into eggs, planting visions into Avengers heads, controlling the minds of the Sokovian citizens so they would evacuate the city in AOU, etc, etc, etc. 

ScreenCrush theorizes that the stones are all connected, having sprung from the same fabric of the universe, their powers work alone but also together. Inside Wanda. If she concentrates, if she wills it, she can be just as powerful as Thanos was with that Infinity Gauntlet. So yeah, I believe she can trap a whole town under a spell and give Dr. Strange a run for his money across the multiverse, point blank periodt. 

And if she can do that, could she not remake Vision? Pull his atoms back together, reform him, especially if she (somehow) got ahold of the copy Shuri made of his neural network? Why wouldn’t she bring Pietro back to life? I’m not sure...perhaps it could be that it’s simply too painful. Or perhaps she just doesn’t want to put her brother under a spell in a dream world. Vision is Vision, he can handle this, and she may not feel as bad resetting him when he gets too suspicious she might if she had to do that to her brother. I don’t know...time will tell, hopefully.

3. Wanda was an Avenger, training under Black Widow. She got rid of her accent intentionally. 

I see people referencing her “suddenly disappearing” accent a lot. I think she (the character) did this on purpose. In the opening of Civil War, when her accent was first starting to fade, she was being taught to spy by Black Widow and Sam and the gang. It stands to reason that accents and speaking with what TV folks used to call a “non regional diction” or any accent she pleases would be part of that training. 

Since this WandaVision is based on a sitcom reality, if you know how painstakingly they recreated these sitcom eras, plot tropes and all, then you’ll find that not only is Vision’s behavior based on the popular ‘TV Dads’ of each era (Dick Van Dyke, Mike Brady, Ricky Ricardo, etc) but Wanda was also mimicking the way TV wives speak and act during each era. Perfect 50s diction for Ep 1, slightly more relaxed like a Mary Tyler Moore in Ep 2, a bit more broad and (with a lot more physical comedy in her face, she’s so adorable) for the 70s.....the MCU didn’t forget about Wanda’s accent and Elizabeth Olsen isn’t being lazy.

Wanda deliberately got rid of her accent while she was a spy, and she slipped into it when she was thinking of her brother, her home, her childhood lullaby. 

4. “Geraldine” a.k.a. Monica was casing Wanda’s house. 

I noticed that from the moment Monica set foot inside, she covered a lot of ground. She found little ways to check that house out because she’s a trained agent and I think even though she was NAILING the part of the stereotypical 70′s black “foxy” nosy neighbor, she was 100% on a mission that whole time. She went in to get Wanda out, but the pregnancy obviously derailed that. I think she was waiting for an opportunity to gage when she could jog Wanda’s memory and probably also waiting to make sure Wanda would be at home alone before she stopped by. 

She has “no home” in the town, Agnes said, but she is a SWORD trained agent, so she knew how to survive until she could make her move. Unfortunately, Wanda was not having it. She does not want to be saved. “Geraldine”/Monica also said during her crazy work story that she keeps her cool under pressure, which she did during that BONKERS delivery. She even gave Wanda the coaching she needed to get through it despite the house going all Poltergeist around her. 

I only wish that when Wanda was questioning her, she would have been like “I’m Monica Rambeau, I’m here to rescue you.”

5. The townspeople have known all along about both Wanda and Vision’s powers, but they’re only terrified of Wanda. 

Vision used his powers in front of people from day one. Helping Mr. Hart at dinner (notice how IMMEDIATELY after Vision saved him, they left in a hurry? They were terrified. They went there to act out a dinner, not for Mrs. Hart to watch her husband almost die without being able to break character to save him, and Mrs. Hart knew it was Wanda who could make it stop). Speed computing at the office. Obviously the magic show kinda sort doesn’t count but does b/c come on mirrors don’t work like that. Getting the doctor, etc. No, I think the townspeople know Wanda and Vision are Avengers, but there is nothing they can do about it because they are under a spell and they must carry out the FOR THE CHILDREN evil plot. I’ll bet word spread about Wanda choking Mr. Hard, so they def don’t want to piss off Wanda, nor bring the wrath of the nefarious entity controlling them all (most signs point to Mephisto). 

6. Agnes’ witch costume reminds me that there are some tropes in media where evil witches are the wives of the devil (or sell their souls/enter a pact). 

Obviously the Mephisto Comic story line sets this up, but I just love the way they executed it in the show, using the spouse that never appears on screen as a big fat clue.

Agnes may not be evil but she def wants Wanda to have children for her devil husband and she def does not want “Geraldine” disrupting that. Everyone else just seems straight up afraid of Wanda but Agnes knows who is really pulling the strings here. Agnes is terrified of the Big Bad, whereas the townsfolk fear Wanda b/c they know what she’s capable of. They may even believe Wanda is the one controlling them all--and she is--but Agnes knows who’s manipulating Wanda--Ralph, or Mephisto to us.

7. I get the strange impression that the sitcom credits start because Wanda is waking up for the day, and end because for her the day is over... 

...and she’s done concentrating so hard on the sitcom spell. It’s sleep time for REAL-real. If she’s using magic to keep this stage play going constantly, then it stands to reason she will tire even though she’s pretending to live in sitcom world where time works totally differently. I believe the commercials are her dreams, sending her subconscious messages about her past traumas. I also believe dreams could be the way Mephisto called out to her--subconsciously drawing her to Westview.

Fun fact: TV way back in the day used to turn off at a certain time at night. 11pm or midnight, I can’t remember, but the networks STOPPED BROADCASTING at a certain time and there was no such things as 24-hour TV until like the late 80s. 

There are waaaaaaaay more thoughts banging around in my head but this post is pretty long so until the next time I’m wide awake at 4am with the 70′s WandaVision theme song stuck in my head...

#wandavision #spoilers #random thoughts and theories

[lesetoilesfous]

For @alienturnipp, from the angst prompt list for Nanders, “people who are okay don’t act like this”

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Nathaniel Howe/ Anders

Characters: Anders, Nathaniel Howe

Tags: Awakening fun, canon-typical Circle abuse

Rating: Mature

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Nathaniel is not, habitually, heavy footed. On more than one occasion, the commander’s Antivan lover had suggested he take up a career in dance, ( “so light are your dainty footsteps, mi amigo.”) He’s not sure whether Anders knows this. This is largely because after three incidents in which Nathaniel had caused the mage to fall into something alarmingly akin to a panic attack, Nate has made an effort to be heavy footed around him.

Still, Anders jumps when Nathaniel knocks on the door to his room. The door is open - Nathaniel has never known Anders to close it, and the mage himself is standing in fairly sparse surroundings looking...lost. The expression fades almost as soon as Nathaniel catches it, like a mirage, Instead Anders gives him a smile as bright and thin as cheap paint. 

“Howe! Wasn’t expecting you...here. How do you do that? You always seem to melt out of the blighted shadows.”

Anders laughs, but the sound rings hollow, and his long fingers shake a little even as he brushes them against his robe. Nathaniel frowns. “Are you alright?”

It’s been three weeks since he and the mage were conscripted by the warden commander. More has happened in those three weeks than most of the time Nathaniel spent soldiering in the marches, but Anders still acts as if he’s only just arrived. It’s...disconcerting.

The mage, for his part, smiles again, “Oh yes, don’t worry about me, I’m not going to go all demon on you.” He wiggles his fingers, as if to emphasise his point, and his light brown eyes flicker over Nathaniel’s shoulder, to the empty corridor beyond.

Nathaniel knows that no one is there - he makes it his business to know when he’s being watched - but he turns anyway, and cannot help but feel the pantomime must be painfully obvious as he makes a show of checking to see if anyone is there. In the low, rainy grey light of Amaranthine it’s hard to tell, but when he turns back he thinks he can see Anders flushing.

Anders claps, and seems to startle himself with the volume of the sound (outside, a few of the mabari start barking, and he stiffens almost imperceptibly.) “So! Does the commander need me? Has she finally realised she has no use for me after all? Time for me to get shipped back off to the Circle? Between you and me, I think I’ll put up a fight. For old time’s sake, you know.”

Nathaniel’s frown deepens, and he moves to cross the threshold into Anders’ chamber, but hesitates. Something at the back of his head tells him that he needs to respect the mage’s space, and whether it’s old prejudice or gut instinct, Nate can’t quite force himself to disregard it. Instead he shakes his head, “Why would you think that?”

Anders laughs, and again, it rings hollow. “Oh, well, you know. It’s been a week and I haven’t been forced to risk my life again, so. I figured…”

Nathaniel cannot shake the irritating feeling that he’s missing something. “She cares about you a great deal. You knew each other in the Circle, didn’t you?”

Anders snorts, and it’s graceless enough that Nathaniel believes it’s honest. “As much as you could know anyone there. And she was younger than me. Mages aren’t allowed to mix with apprentices once we’ve passed our Harrowing.” Anders wrinkles his nose. “I suppose they want to stop us getting attached.”

“Why?” Nathaniel asks the question without meaning to and regrets it immediately. He’s certain he will not like the answer.

Anders shrugs, stiff and awkward in his tall frame. “Most of them die.”

Something of Nathaniel’s shock must show on his face, because Anders laughs - for real this time, though a little bitterly. His long hands flicker through the air like restless birds.

“Hate to break it to you Nate, but the Circle has a pretty high death rate.” Anders laughs again, higher pitched and a little manic. “Would you look at that? I’m a poet and I didn’t know it.”

Nathaniel crosses the threshold. He catches Anders hands without thinking, arresting their ceaseless, anxious movement through the empty air. Beneath his hands, Anders’ wrists are too thin. Nathaniel still isn’t entirely convinced the templars who’d caught Anders were feeding him. The mage, for his part, falls into startled silence. Nathaniel watches his pulse racing through the thin skin of his throat as he swallows, and is reminded of nothing so much as a hare.

But then he looks up into Anders’ brown, golden eyes, and sees the fierce thread of rebellion there (“I think I’ll put up a fight. For old time’s sake, you know”), and Nathaniel realises that Anders has never been anything other than a fox: wily and wild and refusing to be tamed. “What is the matter?”

Anders purses his lips. This close, he smells of the embrium and elfroot he carries with him on his belt. Nathaniel is half surprised he isn’t making poultices now. He usually was. He claimed it helped him think, but Nathaniel isn’t entirely sure it’s not just a habit he hasn’t shaken from making potions for the Circle. 

Anders pulls his arms back and Nathaniel lets him, not following as Anders backs up in the direction of one of the thin, hard pallet beds they used in the soldiers’ dormitories. The commander must have dragged it up here specially, though he couldn’t imagine why. Anders follows his gaze and coughs another laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh, that. Sorry, couldn’t sleep on goosefeathers. Too damn soft. I mean what’s laying your head down at night if you don’t wake up in pain?”

Nathaniel decides that Anders doesn’t actually want an answer to that, and presses on to the subject that he’s avoiding. “People who are okay don’t act like this.”

Anders flashes him another sharp, crooked grin and again Nathaniel catches the fire of anger in his eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Nathaniel clenches his teeth. Delilah had never explained that being kind would take so much blighted work. (He can almost hear the commander in his head, laughing at him for that.) Anders is pacing back and forth in front of his thin, poorly appointed bed, and his hands have started moving again. Nathaniel speaks before Anders’ nervous energy manages to infect him too. 

“You have refused to acquire any material possessions other than that pillow, which you hide most of the time. You are stockpiling food beneath the floorboards,” Nathaniel nods at the one uneven plank which had often been the secret to his own childhood hiding places, “ for reasons I do not understand. You never close your door and yet you seem outright terrified whenever anyone enters a place you consider to be private. If you bathe I haven’t seen it, though I must assume that you do as you have not yet begun to smell. You are avoiding...everyone, but especially the commander, despite her efforts and obvious desire to get to know you better. For some reason you still think that she - or any of us - would turn you in to the Circle without a second thought.”

Anders frowns at that, stopping mid-step to look at him with something that is either curiosity or pain in his eyes. “Wouldn’t you?”

Nathaniel stares at him - and feels, for a moment - his own foolish heart plummet like lead into his stomach. “I - no.” Mouth suddenly dry, Nathaniel wets his lips and tries to speak past the lump in his throat (past the voice in the back of his head, he’s afraid of you, everyone’s afraid of you, just like your father).

Anders’ expression softens, and his shoulders drop. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

Nathaniel blinks, and tries to shake off the feeling of being rooted to the spot. “Of course.”

Anders’ mouth quirks upward at the corner. Outside there’s the gentle patter of the autumn rain against the muddy courtyard, bouncing off the mens’ new armour like a thousand soft, tiny bells. After a moment, Anders sits down, heavily, on the thin mattress, and gestures for Nathaniel to step forward.

Feeling as if he’s suddenly been freed of some strange, invisible spell, Nathaniel does so, almost toppling to sit on the floor in front of Anders as he looks at his hands. Anders breaks the new and sudden quiet, running the fingers of his left hand over the knuckles of his right. “They broke my hands.” The admission is so quiet and so unexpected that Nathaniel is almost unsure he heard it. But then Anders lets out a long, shaking breath and continues. “I was...half drunk with magebane so I didn’t...have you ever felt pain without emotion? It’s so hard to describe. Like shock, I guess. You register that something terrible has happened and that it hurts. But the grief, the anger, the fear. All that comes later. They let it heal naturally. So my hands are crooked now.” Anders splays his fingers in the air between them, and Nathaniel can see now, as he hadn’t before, the way his knuckles do stand a little crooked, the way a nose heals when it breaks. 

Nathaniel’s voice is rough when he speaks. “Why?”

Anders shrugs, and his expression is distant. “I don’t remember exactly. It was whilst I was in solitary. They were always doing…” His features shutter into a mask so impassive that even Nathaniel cannot read it, and he draws in a quick deep breath and exhales again. “It doesn’t matter.” He offers Nathaniel a small smile, and nods at the door. “I keep the door open because I haven’t had a door, ever. When I was a child I was too young and small to have my own room. In the Circle only templars and Senior Enchanters are granted the luxury of such privacy, and I was neither.” Anders nods at the floorboards. “I...One of the first punishments they’d go to was restricting rations.” Anders’ mouth curls into a thin  smile. “I think some of them just wanted to see how long I could go. Caught them making bets on it, once.” Anders shakes his head, as if he’s dislodging the memory from his mind like a cat shaking off water. He spreads his hands wide. “I don’t...know what to do with all this. Everything I’ve ever been told is that I can’t have it. Whatever it is.”

Nathaniel resists the urge to say freedom. He isn’t entirely sure that it’s true. Anders, on the bed, sighs and  slides down from the mattress to the floor, easily framing Nathaniel with his long legs, the tabard of his robe falling heavy and velvet between his legs. Nathaniel averts his eyes. Anders’ laugh is rough and low and warm, and then his (crooked) fingers catch Nathaniel’s head and turn it back to look at him.

“That I understand.” Anders leans forward, until his chest is pressing against his bent knees. He smiles at Nathaniel, sweet and a little shy, and this close Nate can see that his eyelashes are almost as golden as his hair. Anders’ other hand comes up to catch the other side of Nathaniel’s face, and Nate doesn’t resist when Anders draws him closer to brush a kiss against his lips. “Thank you for asking, though.”

For a moment they’re quiet. Far off, from downstairs, there’s the sound of Oghren bellowing and Sigrun cackling, followed by a clattering or armour as one or the other of them gives chase. Anders’ thumb runs over Nathaniel’s cheek, and Nathaniel reaches up to catch his wrist and press his hand closer. He waits until Anders meets his eyes to speak. “I would fight with you.” A shadow of a frown passes over Anders’ brow, and Nathaniel clarifies before he can ask, “ If they tried to take you away. Back to the Circle. I would fight by your side.”

Anders’ mouth twitches into a rueful smile, though the pad of his thumb keeps running softly over Nathaniel’s cheek. “Even against the commander? She’s the Hero of Ferelden, you know.”

Nathaniel shifts closer, letting go of Anders’ wrist to reach up and cup the back of his head, gently, firmly, pulling him closer until their foreheads are touching. “Even her. Against the wardens, the templars, chevaliers and darkspawn, Anders. I will not let them take you. Not whilst I am breathing.”

When Anders breathes out, Nathaniel feels the shudder of it where their bodies are touching. Anders doesn’t look at him when he replies. “Don’t say that. Someone might make you prove it.”

Nathaniel huffs, pulling back to look into Anders’ eyes. “Let them.” He catches one of Anders’ hands and pulls it between them, running his fingers over Anders’ crooked knuckles. “This is not Justice. I’ve met Justice.” He looks up, offering a smile which Anders returns, “He looks like a walking corpse. But, truly.” Nathaniel bends and presses a kiss to Anders’ palm, and watches pink flush through his cheeks like a sunrise. “This is not just. And I will not let them have you. I swear it.”

Anders shakes his head, shutting his eyes as his brow twists with a frown despite the smile on his lips. “I want to believe you.”

Nathaniel holds Anders’ hands tightly between his own, and presses a kiss to his forehead. “Perhaps, one day, you will.”

#dadwc #nanders #nathaniel howe #anders #da:a #my fic #alienturnipp

[kvj-novels]

Senku x fem named!reader

Rating: this chapter is A for Adults ONLY

Warnings: this fic has elements of smut and a mention of eating disorders THIS CHAPTER DOES CONTAIN SOME CONTENT WITH THESE WARNINGS - check tags - TW: mention of eating disorder.

Summary: Imogen has been awakened from petrification but she suffers from amnesia upon waking up. Senku and Taiju - her lover and childhood friend (respectively) before the petrification - must do their best to help her recall her past life.

Smut summary: soft sex, first time, no warnings but very NSFW.

Authors Note: If you choose to not read this chapter, please see the tags for a summary of missed relevant topics.

Chapter Six

Morning streamed in through the window. I rolled over to see Senku was gone. I half expected it considering he probably didn’t like to waste daylight. A note, however, was on his pillow.  I picked it up. 

“Breakfast will be soon. Wake up and get dressed, come to the village square. Take the road this time.”

-Senku

I got up and tossed on one of Senku’s tunics. My previous dress was all ripped up after the tussle with the bear. I never even remembered once we got back to the village to ask for a new dress. Senku was taller than me though, and it was summer so I felt I could get away with just his tunic coming down past my butt. I grabbed one of his rope belts and tied it around my waist.  My feet were still bandaged up and they hurt a bit this morning. I told myself I would ask Senku to look at the cuts after breakfast.  I climbed down the stairs and walked the road to the village. People were bustling about and the smell of fresh cooked eggs was wafting through the houses in the breeze. Chatter and laughter soon reached my ears as I approached the square. It was interesting to see a whole village eat breakfast together. People were sitting on blankets on the ground, at the tables and benches from last night, the steps up to the house at the top of the hill.  Taiju called out my name and waved me over. I hurried over and sat down next to him. “Here,” he said, handing me a plate of food. Eggs, ham and potatoes filled the plate.  “These look grilled.” I mused.  “They are. Senku helped make a grill last week.” Taiju grinned. “Dig in.” “Thank you.” I picked up my fork and chowed down on the food. “Where’s Senku at?” I asked after a bit.  “Oh he’s over there at the grill having fun. Everyone is almost fed, he’ll be over in a minute.” “He cooks for everyone?” “Just today.” Taiju said.  “Why today?” “Oh! I’m sorry, I forget you don’t know the traditions. Today is July 4th. In America, they celebrate their independence on this day. Senku honors the countries who are still stuck in petrification by celebrating their unique holidays. On these occasions he cooks for the whole village.” “That’s very thoughtful of him.” I smiled.  “Do you have any plans today?” Taiju asked after a while. “My only plan is to hang out with you. I have a lot of questions.” “Good! I know just the spot we can go to get away from the bustle of the village. But only after you finish your whole plate.” He said in a brotherly tone.  I laughed. “Oh you bet I will.” Senku came over with a full plate of his own and sat down at the table next to me. “Morning.” He said.  “Good morning.” I smiled. I finished off my plate.  “Damn, done already?” He chuckled. “I’ll have to scarf this down to catch up.” He then leaned over and whispered into my ear. “My shirt looks damn hot on you.”  I tried to hide my blush but failed. “Oh shut up.” I said with a giggle.  He winked and took a bite of his food.  “I’m gonna hang out with Taiju after breakfast. Get some questions answered.” “Mm, of course. Take all the time you need. I need to get some work done so I won’t be very enteraining today.” Senku said in an apologetic tone. Then he looked over at Taiju next me. “I trust you’ll take care of her today.” “Of course, Senku.” He grinned, fist in the air. “Shall we go?” He asked me. “We shall.” I leaned over and kissed Senku’s cheek real quick without even thinking. I froze afraid I must’ve done too much. He only smiled and winked at me.  “Have fun. I’ll catch up with you when I’m done with my work.”  I smiled and took Taiju’s hand which he had out for me. We walked out of the village and hiked up a small mountain to a look out with a small fire pit.  “Here we are.” Taiju announced. He sat on the edge of the cliff and beaconed me to join. When I sat next to him and looked out I realized I could see the village from here. “Damn.” I said.  He leaned back on his hands. “So, what do you remember?” He asked.  “Last night I got two memories. The first one when you introduced Senku and I. The second was at the fight. When I tried the beer. It was when we all three got together that last summer. We were at the pool and I tried a beer for the first time.” He chuckled. “That was a good day.” “Will you tell me about us? Senku says I didn’t have a family...that I grew up with you.” His expression fell flat a bit. “You had a family. But they made some pretty bad choices and went to jail. Next to Senku, you were my best friend. So I begged my dad to adopt you and I didn’t stop until he agreed.” “How old was I?” “You were 5 when your parents went to jail and 7 when the papers finally went through.” “Really? How come Senku and I never met until high school?” “That would be dad's fault...he really wanted you to...be a girl. As he put it. He thought that if you hung out with Senku you’d end up like him and he didn’t think science was a good career for a girl.” “But...Senku said I was studying computer science.”  “You did. So, the way it went down was like this. From 8-11 dad enrolled you in every type of after school activity until you found something you liked that he approved of. You guys settled on dance and put you in ballet. You hated every single minute of it.” We both laughed.  “I can imagine I did. Dancing doesn’t even interest me now.” “Yeah dad wasn’t too happy about that. You came to me one day and told me that whole you had been looking up computer science. You said you did this often when you should’ve been sleeping. Then you asked me what kind of science Senku did. To be honest, you really looked up to him. The boy you could never meet.” “Why could it never happen?” “Dad went to extreme lengths to make sure you never hung out with Senku. You couldn’t stop talking about computers and science and he knew if you hung out with Senku it would only get worse—in his eyes.” I frowned.  “Now please, don’t hate him. Even back then you never hated dad for putting you through all that. You desperately wanted to make him proud and you bent over backwards for years to do that. But from 11-15 you really started to decline. Ballet forced you to eat less, and you never had any energy. You started to get sick. I had an argument with dad because he was completely blind to it. Still he didn’t take you out because he was convinced that you liked it. That’s when I talked with you and told you that you needed to tell dad that you hated it.” He paused and sighed. “Things didn’t go extremely well. You and dad argued and then you dropped out of ballet on your own by faking dad’s signature. When you came home from school that day you said that high school was just around the corner and there was a computer science course you wanted to take at the high school me and Senku were enrolling in. You and dad came to an agreement that if you got straight A’s your first year, he would consider allowing you to do it. And you surpassed that. You got straight A’s, you made top of your class, and you won the science fair.” “Against Senku?” “No. Unfortunately not. Senku didn’t join the science fair the first year.” “Aw...damn.” I chuckled. “So what happened at the end of the year?” “Dad said that if you could keep that up for one more year, he’d let you graduate and pay your tuition for any college you wanted. But...that’s when things went wrong.” “How so?” “You were still struggling with eating. And on top of that you were working overtime to prove this to dad. You ended up in the hospital after Christmas.” “What for...” I was scared of the answer.  “Anorexia. You were barely 100 pounds. I was so scared for you.” He sat up and crossed his legs under him. “I remember I sat down with you and had a heart to heart. You told me that the girls at ballet bullied you from eating and the pressure to look a certain way remained even after you left. You started to get depressed because you immediately assumed that dad wouldn’t let you finish because you were in the hospital. So I helped you.” “Oh? How?” “I brought in your homework every night and I text Senku for any help. I helped you make your projects and I even stood in for you at the second science fair. To which of course, Senku won.” He laughed. “But my only condition for you was gain weight and eat your food. By March you gained 50 pounds and was no longer considered underweight. Dad let you finish out the school at home under a watchful eye when you ate and when your report came back as straight A’s, dad made good on his promise.” “And that’s when I got to meet Senku?” “Mhmm. Things were looking up for you and I know you never forgot about him. I never expected things to turn out the way it did for you two but I’m happy it did.” Said, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Senku is an amazing man. You guys were meant for each other. My only regret is not introducing you sooner to be honest.” I smiled. “Thank you, Taiju. You were there for me during some pretty dark times and if I never got a chance to say it back then; thank you. I hope I can remember the bond we shared and I hope we can continue to be close.” He pulled me into his side, enveloping me with his arms. “If there’s anything you need, please keep coming to your big brother for help.” “I will.” I said, hugging him back. “Can you tell me more? What did you and I do for fun?” He chuckled and laid down on the cool rock, taking me down with him. I rested my head on his chest. “Man you were wild for a while. Despite working so hard in school you occasionally woke me up to sneak out of the house and go to a party or a club.” “Did I really??”  “Ohhh yeah,” he laughed. “That memory you said you got, at pool with me and Senku? Yeah that wasn’t your first time trying beer.”  “What? It wasn’t?” “Nope. That was your first time trying a beer and rum combo. You weren’t an alcoholic but you enjoyed a drink occasionally - you were just very adventurous with it.” I smiled. “Did Senku ever talk to you about me?” “Oh all the time.” Taiju said.  “What would he say?” “I remember his top comment about you was, ‘she’s amazing and smart and I never thought I’d be this lucky.’” “Pfffft you’re lying. That doesn’t sound like Senku.” He laughed. “Damn it, you caught me.”  “Hey!” I Smacked his chest. “You cheek!” He belly laughed. “I’m sorry, I had to at least see if you’d believe it. But for real, Senku couldn’t shut up about you. He honestly was amazed with your smarts. He was impressed by all your accomplishments. He tried to keep with you, you know.” “How so?” “When we were young. He saw you always watching or asking to hang out. And then whenever you had a question or a theory I’d remember it and ask him and he’d give me the best advice to give you so you could work it out on your own. Often he would text me late at night to ask if you had figured it out.” “Really?” He shook his head. “Really. You may have looked up to him a lot, but he also was very keen on watching you grow.”  “I wish I could remember how it felt...” I mumbled.  “How what felt?” “Falling in love for the first time.” He squeezed my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could help.” “Tell me more. Anything that comes to your mind.” “Hmm...I think my favorite thing we did when we were younger was you would sneak into my room and we made a fort and played pretend in space. You pretended to be a valiant hero and I was an alien.” He chuckled. “That’s a fun memory.” I closed my eyes and listened to him talk. “I do have to confess, I may have read your journal after you enrolled in high school. I wanted to know if you wrote anything about Senku so I could have a better idea.” “Did I?” “One entry. It was the newest one.” “What did it say?” “I honestly can’t remember fully. I remember the sentence, ‘Senku will be there, I can’t wait to see him. I wonder if he’ll think I’m weird.’ I went to school for the next week and did nothing but pick his brain about his thoughts for you.” “He probably caught on quick.” “Nah, Senku’s an idiot with things like that. He didn’t catch on in the slightest.” I laughed. “Thank you for telling me all this. I hope I get these memories back soon.”

“Me too.” He smiled.

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#tw: anorexia #senku x reader #senku x fem #ishigami senku #taiju oki #dr stone #fanfic #dr stone fanfic #MRT: Imogen was adopted by Taiju's fam #MRT: Taiju tells Imogen she had anorexia because of taking ballet #MRT: Taiju is an awesome adopted brother and sets Imogen up with Senku #one shots

[blackthorncurse]

Air awakens series review and discussion

Overall score: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5/ 5

Disclaimer: This review contains spoilers (under the cut) for the Air Awakens series by Elise Kova so don’t read if you don’t want to be spoiled!!

“They wanted to kill her, so this Vhalla would die, she resolved, and a new Vhalla would be born from the her ashes.”

I knew that I was going to love this series from about halfway through the first book but I didn’t realise just how much! I went in completely blind, I hadn’t even read the blurb of the first book but I fell in love almost straight away with the story, the world and especially the characters of these books.

The story follows a seemingly normal girl who works as a librarian in the palace when one day one of the princes comes home gravely injured. All of the staff in the palace are ordered to find a cure for him and Vhalla works tirelessly to find any information she can, thinking that she was saving the prince that she and everyone else was in love with. However, it turns out not only was she saving the other prince, she did so by awakening a power she never knew she possessed.

The world of this series centres around the royal family and the politics involved in not only ruling a kingdom, but ruling a kingdom that contains magical sorcerers, one of whom is the crown prince. I loved that the magic system was easy to understand as it was based on the main elements of fire, water, earth and air (avatar vibes anyone?) but also each type of sorcerer had certain affinities for other skills too. The idea that there hadn’t been a windwalker for over 100 years was definitely not the most original plot point, however, I was definitely not mad about that as it was still entertaining to see how Vhalla coped with having to figure everything out on her own and in ways it made her an even stronger protagonist as she was portrayed as very independent from the get go.

As for the characters, I loved most of them, some of them took a while for me to warm up to like Baldair and Elecia while others I adored from the first time they were introduced like Fritz and Aldrik. Every character was so well rounded and all had their own backstories and small details that I liked so much I would have happily read books about all of the other side characters. (Imagine my elation when I found out there was a prequel series about the golden guard!) each character was just so well thought out it really made their stories so joyous to explore and I think I enjoyed that aspect of the books more than the main plot!

Spoilers ahead!

The things that I didn’t like about the books were I felt that I may have enjoyed the main love story more if it was more of a slow burn. Don’t get me wrong, slow burns are PAINFUL but oh so sweet when they finally get together. I mean Aldrik and Vhalla had pretty much already declared their love for each other by the second book and so we had to go through the whole “I can’t marry you because you’re not royalty and my father forbids it”, arranged marriage plot line which I wasn’t a big fan of. Also the other potential love interests, I felt like could have been better thought out like Vhalla’s childhood friend who was in love with her (who’s name I’ve forgotten because he was never mentioned again after the first book), or Daniel (poor boy deserved a better ending), or even Baldair (I still tear up thinking about him). I felt like if it was hinted that they could have had a better chance it would have made it even greater when Aldrik and Vhalla finally got together.

The other thing that I didn’t enjoy as much was so felt like some of the action scenes/ plots were a bit rushed and could have been fleshed out a bit more. I felt that the final battle in book 5 was over in about 2 chapters and maybe if there was a little less emphasis on the love story and the characters, and more action it would have been just that bit more exciting and satisfying to end the story instead of Victor being able to be killed so easily. But I know I’m contracting myself because I really did love the character-drivenness of the series so I’m not complaining too much and I understand that battle scenes can become a bit monotonous.

Overall, I really liked this series and I binged through the whole thing very quickly and I was so excited to learn that there’s not only a sequel series but also a prequel which I’ve already got ready to read next. I would definitely recommend this series to anyone who likes fantasy. It was more targeted toward young adults but I still enjoyed it very much. It was easy to follow and very fast paced and I’ll definitely be keeping my eye out for more of Elise Kova’s works

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Cabaret (Might Guy x Reader, Chapter IX)

Synopsis: You can't stand Might Guy. Honestly, how could anyone be so boisterously unaware and sickeningly positive? Your heart sinks as the both of you are teamed up to infiltrate and collect information from the Hidden Sound's gritty nightlife. Maybe losing yourselves in the dark of the underground will help you both come to an understanding.

Word Count: 2,877

Warnings: Implied sexual themes, adult themes, language

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX Chapter X Chapter XI 

Notes: Short chapter this time, sorry. A lot has been going on, but next chapter is a big juicy one! Happy Birthday @altogetherweathered! You’ve really been here since the beginning and you’re support means so much!

A deep exhale. Yor cleared your mind completely, focusing only on your deep inhales, then exhales. All you could see was black behind your lids. Another breath and your fingers twitched against the firm weight under your palms. The energy washed over you, sparking in your fingers. The powerful numbness reached your wrists, then your elbows.

“Take it slow.” Your brow scrunched as you felt the chakra retreat a little lower before shooting up to your shoulders. A spark cracked painfully under your palms. “Sorry…” The apology came low and softly.

Another exhale. The connection sparked in your chest, shooting straight to your heart. You could feel the energy circulating, running through every fiber of your being. It loaded warmth into your system so real that you could almost feel the heat on your skin. You sent your own messages, shooting out feelings of zen, peace, and calm. Your eyes twitched and you focused harder on maintaining the connection. A twitch in your brow. A hiccup in the circulation. Your brows furrowed, but each crease in your forehead led to more holes, the link slipping out of your control. The chakra probed into each crevice in your mind, seeping in and pulling thoughts and memories with reckless abandon.

Parts of your childhood sailed down the stream of consciousness. Your father. Your old family pet. Ramen on Tuesdays. The waterfall outside of the village. Minato becoming Hokage.

You resurfaced with a gasp. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants. Guy sat, legs crossed and concerned, in front of you. His palms still turned upwards. The corners of his lips slumped.

“Maybe we should take a break.” You opened your mouth to dispute him. Guy spoke your name with a certain amount of sternness.

Guy looked at the clock. He could hardly believe it. And if you hadn’t been sitting in front of him, he wouldn’t have. Two and a half. Two and a half hours since you had burst through the partition door. Two and a half hours since you marched up to him, hands on your hips. He’d never forget the words you said.

“Okay.” Guy remembered your hands firmly on your hips. “I’m ready. I’m ready to tackle this mission the right way.” He recalled your tight lips. “Would you help me? Please.”

Your huffing brought Guy back to reality. Your lips vibrated as you did so.

“I’ll grab some waters.”

You rose from the couch, shedding your hoodie as you did so. You and Guy had been working HEAVEN for a little over a month now with no promising and accessible leads. You were sure that they were out there, but you certainly weren’t getting lucky as of late. So while you waited, all there was to do was practice. You filled up two glasses. Guy leaned against the back of the couch, sticking an arm out to take his drink which you handed him. You circled around to the other end, taking your seat once again. This had become a nightly routine for the two of you.

“I think you’re getting better,” He remarked.

“Really? ‘Cause it doesn’t feel like it.” You fanned yourself with the TV guide. “I feel like I keep slipping easier and easier.”

“It’s a powerful jutsu and I have deep recesses of strong chakra. I’d be surprised if mastering it was easy.” Guy placed his empty glass on the coffee table. Practicing this jutsu took a lot of chakra out of him too. “But really, you’re improving. It’s stronger, I can tell that you have more control.”

“I’ll need to have all the control I can get if we get into trouble with someone competent.”

“Who? Like Orochimaru?” Guy hummed. You sucked on the cheek. Your head tilted to the side.

“Well we don’t know it’s Orochimaru.” A sip.

“We’re pretty sure, though.” You rolled the glass between your hands, watching as the creases in your hands left prints on the cold surface.

“I dunno, Guy. I just have a feeling about this and my feeling is that this isn’t Orochimaru’s doing.” Guy bit back a small smile. You’ve been using his name as of late.

“All signs seem to be pointing to him.” He told you with a shrug. “But you’re right, we should wait until we have some more evidence.” He shifted cross-legged on the couch cushions. He held his hands out, wrists resting on his knees. “Ready to go again?”

You set your drink down.

“Yeah, sure.”

You mirrored his posture. Closing your eyes, you took a breath. Your hands slipped onto his, surrendering your vulnerability and your mind.

The chakra cracked like static, excited as it flowed from you. The loading occurred quicker this time, though not by much. The frigid heat rose in you, occupying chakra point after chakra point. You felt it well in the center of your forehead as the energy spread to your core of your chest. Guy spoke your name softly, almost in question. Your brow twitched, but the circulation remained uninterrupted. You felt his warmth across your network being kept at bay.

“I know it was a long time ago, but you haven’t heard from that Kabuto, have you?”

Immediately, you faltered. The connection continued, probing into your soul. You tried your best to keep it at bay. You fed through unrelated memories. Lunch at the Academy. Late night workouts. It flowed into Guy, a sense of peace spreading across his skin.

“No.”

The corner of his lips twitched. Something was off, but he couldn’t place it.

***

Working HEAVEN could hardly be considered a task that could be run like a well-oiled machine, but somehow both you and Guy fell into a rhythm that seemed to work. Guy ran a rag over an empty space at the counter of the bar. A new customer quickly took the seat. With a flick of his wrist, a napkin flew in front of the patron, gently floating down onto the hard surface in front of his folded arms. The man looked up, impressed.

“What can I get for ya’?”

Daisuke emerged from the hall to his office, nodding happily at the state of his business. He was absolutely thrilled to say the least, especially with his new hires. Guy handled the bar with such skill, that HEAVEN quickly started to rise as one of the hottest clubs in the Sound. And as he predicted, Daisuke’s new hostess seemed to leave all her clients like they had just awakened from a sweet dream. Business was booming. The club was busier than ever and the hostesses were more exhausted than ever. Together, they worked a sea of men, all telling themselves that the commission would make the hassle of taking on more regulars was worth it. A hired band played upbeat music over the low roar of chatter.

Guy noticed Daisuke’s appearance at the side of the bar, his face lighting up. He gave an exclamation, juggling bottles in his usual show.

“Ah! Daisuke! Care for a drink?” Guy called out jovially, bouncing a bottle of liquor off of his bicep.

“Not at the moment, Genki. I think I’m still a bit tipsy from what you made me earlier!” Daisuke laughed deeply. You watched the interaction out of the corner of your eye, tucked under the arm of a client. Guy didn’t miss a beat, pouring a fancy concoction into four glasses at once.

“Well, let me know, Boss!” He said, letting his Might Guy show for a moment in his signature thumbs-up pose. Daisuke mirrored the gesture.

“As long as you don’t drop any of my product!” And with that joke, he walked off into the club. Your focus returned to your customer, almost done with your session.

You made momentary eye contact with Guy. Slowly, you moved a piece of hair behind your ear. Code. Guy flicked his bangs to the side. He finished the round of drinks in front of him, putting them on a tray for the next hostess before servicing the bar patrons. One part of being a ninja that Guy silently thanked was the ability to multitask quickly and efficiently. He turned out order after order, his mind almost turning off as he did so. Almost. After all, making drinks was hardly his current focus.

Guy studied a man at the edge of the bar with his peripheral vision. He had been there a while and looked to be a high ranking sound ninja. Guy slid him his refill and the stranger gave him thanks. Sensing a break in his work, Guy took a moment to stop.

“All drinks tonight, my good friend?” He mused. The customer hummed. “There are so many beautiful women here tonight, you shouldn’t have to keep me company.” Guy chuckled. Even in his acting, he found it hard to play into his surroundings. Much like you, Guy turned to you to help find ways of his own to circumvent his comfort zones. The man let out a snicker.

“My girl ain’t here tonight.” He took a large gulp of his strong beverage. Guy busied his hands with a monotonous task, but looked up in feigned shock.

“You’ve tried out the new one, haven’t you?”

Guy couldn’t help but cringe on the inside. Despite working this mission for quite some time, he still had trouble adjusting to the language. He nearly gagged. Tried out the new one. Like he spoke about a pair of pants or some other object. But, he would put his reservations aside. He would be damned if he didn’t act like a professional, after all. Guy glanced over at you, partially deliberate and partially to remind himself to find comfort in your coaching.

The patron followed Guy’s gaze. He leaned against the bar as he craned his neck, his glass gripped loosely by the top between his fingers. He clicked his tongue.

“Eh, no. I have not. What’s she like?” Guy lined up a few groups of drinks on a tray. “Aside from drop dead gorgeous of course.”

“Spitfire if I’ve ever met one. Intelligent, feisty-” The ninja scoffed.

“Ah, nah I pass on difficult women.”

“Not difficult.” Guy leaned on the counter. “Sexy, confident. Her name literally means ‘dream’, you know. Trust me, you’ll walk out of here in a daze.” The man looked up from his drink with sceptical amusement.

“Either you’re a really good salesman or she was one hell of a lay.”

“Don’t kiss and tell, Genki.” Your chide cut through the atmosphere.

The attention of the bar fell to you as you sauntered up. One of the patrons yielded his seat to you and you thanked him, dragging one hand down his cheek. The chakra flowed, undetectably, from your fingers. The man’s face turned red. You slid onto the stool which happened to be next to Guy’s target.

“I’d never dream of it, Yume.” Guy chuckled and you gave him a subtle nod. You could take it from here.

Guy returned to his duties at the bar, putting on a show to distract the crowd from your interrogation. One hand on the ninja’s wrist and he wouldn’t suspect a thing. Guy watched your handiwork out of the corner of his eye. You had really grown in your training. Even to his elite senses, your jutsu was near undetectable.

And client after client, it went exactly like that. Guy began to learn what characteristics to look for and you began to extract information quicker and quicker. Granted, most of the information did not turn out to be anything useful. You sorted through the confessions in a mental list. Married. Alcoholic. Gay. Cheater. It had been far too long since you and Guy got a break.

The night creeped up on you. The longer you worked, the less you seemed to acknowledge time. Drink after drink and client after client, the staff of HEAVEN worked into the night. And with just an hour before closing the pack came in as they usually did.

The group of Sound ninja seemed to have grown in size since you had last seen them the day before. They hounded the bar, Guy scrambling to prepare all of their orders. You had remained at your pace on the far end, stalking the group with your eyes in preparation to pull at a weak link. After all, they would be leaving for the back room soon and no time could be spared.

You spied Shou on the other side of the bar and playfully motioned him over.

“Shou!” You greeted grandly with a smile, arms out to embrace him. “When’s the next time you’re taking me away from this place?” Shou fell into your arms, one hand lingering around your waist.

“Soon. Don’t be impatient, now.” He spoke with his usual sternness, but you could detect the faintest playfulness in his voice.

“Hey, lover boy!” Another soldier called from a few stools down. He leaned back, holding out a glass. “Get over here and get your fuckin’ drink.”

Shou laughed, waving off his friend before turning to you for a kiss. Your hand came up between the two of you, obstructing his lips with two of your fingers.

“Go get your drink, baby.”

Guy eyed you, but swiftly turned away.

The hour flew by. As clients left, more and more hostesses came to mingle around the bar, hoping to milk some extra commission money. But the group decided to turn into the back room around closing. The women broke away together, varying levels of sour. In the migration, you spied the same woman who typically came with the group finishing her drink at the end of the bar. As the men left, she threw down a few ryō before exiting HEAVEN like every time before.

Except this time, you were curious, curious enough to follow. Wordlessly you slid down from your stool, making your way to the hall. You stopped right across from the dressing room to glance down towards Daisuke’s office. A muffled uproar came from behind the mahogany door. You pushed a hand into the door of the kitchenette as Yuzuki stormed out of the office, clutching a small piece of paper in her hand.

“This is shit, Daisuke. You know this is shit. I might as well go to HEX if you have the nerve to steal from us like this.”

You could see straight into the small room. Daisuke sat still at his desk. Yuzuki stormed past you.

“Are you okay?” You asked, letting the kitchenette door close as you turned to face her. She seethed, jaw clenched.

“I can’t deal with this right now.” Yuzuki huffed before storming off. You took a breath before resuming your task.

***

The woman stood right outside where you expected her. She buried herself in her jacket, leaning against the side of the building. You carried two disposable cups in your hands, steaming and warm. You approached her and offered her one.

“It’s been getting colder out here.” You observed. The woman looked down at the cup.

“What is it?”

“Green tea,” You answered. “I thought you might like a cup.” Your breath floated visibly in the cold air. She gave a low nod before taking the cup from you with silent thanks.

“That’s very kind of you.” You took your spot next to her, lower back flush against the wall.

“Well, I thought you could use something to help that headache you no doubt have after being in that crowd.” You joked and she gave a light snicker and a smile. You blew on your beverage. You stood together looking out at the stars. That had to be your favorite part of the night. The neon signs just started to turn off around this time, revealing the specks of light above. “I just noticed that you come out here every time the others go back and that perhaps you could use some company.”

“I can’t say that these kinds of places are exactly my favorite.” She admitted before pausing. “No offense.” You waved at her with one hand.

“None taken, I completely understand.” Another pause. The wind blew, whipping your faux hair around and taking a few degrees off of your tea. You heard a scoff.

“I don’t get how you people do it.” The woman shook her head slowly, crumpling up the cup before shooting it to the nearest trash. She missed.

“Do what?”

“Deal with those guys all day.” The woman shoved her hands in her pockets. “I give you serious props. I couldn’t do that.” You looked at her kindly.

“Sometimes you do what you have to do.” You smiled softly, directing your gaze downward. “But… I have restrained myself from multiple punches. Genki can attest to that.” The woman snickered along with you.

“Yeah, me too. But something tells me that you have more self-restraint than I do.” She hummed. “Genki, that’s the-”

“Bartender.” You nodded and she mirrored, an eyebrow quirking.

“He sure is sweet on you.” She mused. You blinked at her blankly, expecting an explanation. She shifted. “Anyone with a brain could see that. But who knows.”

You swirled around the half inch of green tea that remained in your cup.

“Yeah, who knows.”

Notes: What do ya’ll think about the pacing so far? I’m curious because I think it’s too fast. Will someone let me know if it’s too fast? Thanks. 

Thank you to everyone who liked, reblogged, and followed. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

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[photorose11]

An Unbreakable Bond Ch. 12

Here is the latest long awaited chapter! This is a pretty long chapter and I spent a pretty long time writing and editing it. I’m sorry for any spelling errors I may have missed. This chapter is titled after a song called ‘Changes’ by Hayd. 

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Chapter Twelve: Changes 

The room was silent as Karin lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. She thought back to what her and Tōshirō had talked about as he laid in the clinic bed before falling back asleep. He had told her about Momo and how for the last two years she had been stable but in a coma, until a week ago her status turned critical and she was unable to breathe on her own.

He told her how Unahana had broken the news to him and told him it was up to him to make the decision. Unknowingly to the 10th Division Captain until that moment, Momo had written a letter before the war; leaving it in her pocket. The letter detailing what she would want done if she were to become severely injured. He explained to Karin how Unahana had told him she had found it in her pocket when she arrived to her after she was critically injured, and had kept it from Hitsugaya to spare him more stress and pain; that is until Momo started declining and it was up to Hitsugaya to make a very hard decision. Her letter clearly stated she wanted him to make the decision, if the time came.

Karin rolled onto her side, gripping the bed sheets under her. She couldn’t get the look of his teal eyes out of her mind when he had told her what exactly had happened to his childhood friend during the war. How it was he who had severely injured her, due to Aizen’s illusion. He told her how Ichigo was the only one not effected by it and was the only one to see him stab her. Karin remembered the strong grip he had on her hand as he told her everything, his voice thick with emotion as she tried to keep hers at bay, for him. She had to be strong for him.

Now that she was back home, as he slept his exhaustion off at the clinic, Karin could not help but cry at everything he had told her. She felt so much pain for her best friend. She was so angry at Aizen, and was happy he was dead. She was so lost in her thoughts she did not hear the bedroom door open and someone walk over to her bedside.

“Karin? What’s wrong?”

Karin opened her eyes to see her twin sister kneeling next to her, a concerned look on her face. Karin wiped at her face, before slowly sitting up. Yuzu sat next to her on the bed, laying a hand on her sisters shoulder.

“What happened?”

Yuzu was shocked to see her sister in this state. It was rare for Karin to cry, this was not normal for her. Yuzu was surprised when Karin grabbed her hand before letting out a teary sigh.

“Tōshirō is here. He collapsed in the living room and Ichigo had to take him to dad at the clinic. He’s been pushing himself the last few weeks and he’s extremely dehydrated. His childhood friend.. the one I had told you about. She passed away.”

Karin heard her sister gasp, and watched as her other hand went to cover her mouth in shock. Karin felt more tears in her eyes but blinked them away in frustration. She hated being emotional. She knew she was stronger then this. Before she could think to say anything else her sister enveloped here in a tight hug, rubbing soothing circles on her sisters back.

“Oh Karin. I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to see him collapse like that.” Karin grateful for the comfort, hugged her sister back and for a long moment they stayed like that; the room silent. Eventually Karin pulled back, rubbing at her swollen eyes from crying.

“I know he was happy to see me. I can’t explain to you the look in his eyes, he just..” Karin trailed off, remembering the moment her eyes had met his in the living room. A chill ran down her spine at the memory, as she shook her head as if to shake the memory away. Yuzu gave her a certain look, leaving Karin confused.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Karin asked her twin, an eyebrow raised. Her sister only smiled before she spoke.

“Karin, you love him.”

Not expecting those words to come out of Yuzu’s mouth, Karin stared at her wide eyed; completely flabbergasted. Yuzu could only give a small laugh before folding her legs under her and facing Karin on the bed.

“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Yuzu.” She shook her head at Yuzu’s statement. There was no way.

“Yes, you do Karin. It may not be obvious to you or to him, or even to anyone else. But I’m your sister, your twin sister. In some aspects I know you better then you know yourself..” Yuzu trailed off, meeting her sisters gaze with a knowing look still in her eyes.

“And you love Tōshirō Hitsugaya.” Karin was left speechless again. She wanted to deny it. She really did. There was no way she could love him. He was her best friend. He understood her better then she understood herself at times. They shared a bond, one she refused to ever let go of even when over two years had passed without seeing or hearing from him. Because she..

Before Karin could utter a word, she stood up quickly from the bed; surprising Yuzu in the process. Yuzu watched as her sister paced the room, obviously deep in thought as she looked at the floor, ringing her hands in the process. Deep in thought she definitely was.

‘There is no way.. I can’t.. no, no, nope.. no way in hell... that is absolutely insane..’

Yuzu watched her sister the next few minutes as she battled with her thoughts before she suddenly stopped in front of the bed, her face pale and her eyes wide. She looked back at Yuzu in alarm as she finally realized it. Karin covered her mouth in shock, as a loud gasp left her lips.

“Oh, no. Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit!”

She took several steps back before her back hit the bedroom wall. Yuzu quickly stood up, walking over to her sister and placing her hands atop her shoulders. “Oh Kami.. I....” she couldn’t form her words let alone think clearly. But she knew now. Without a doubt in her mind she knew.

“Karin, it’s okay. This isn’t anything to be afraid of. It’s normal that you feel this way, you’ve always had a connection to him. You know that. It’s not a bad thing.” Yuzu watched as Karin’s hand fell away from her mouth, which was still agape before she shut it. Her eyes somehow grew even wider as she looked up at her sister.

“I love Tōshirō.”

Yuzu could only smile at her sisters words before nodding her head in agreement. Karin felt faint, she felt sick. This couldn’t be happening. But it was. She knew now there was no denying it. Before she could process what she was doing, she ran out of the bedroom and straight to the bathroom; making it to the toilet in time before she threw up.

—-

After Karin’s realization and her embarrassing run to the bathroom; Yuzu urged her to sister to lay back down and nap it off. Karin wasn’t sure how but she eventually was able to fall asleep.

When she awake and opened her eyes the first thing she noticed were teal eyes looking back at her. Jumping in shock, she went to sit up and hit her head on the wall next to her bed. She let out a curse, as she sat up quickly; blankets still over her waist as she stared wide eyed at Tōshirō who was sitting next to her bed. They stared at one another in silence, and Karin noticed he had the same look in his eyes as before when they were in the living room before he had collapsed.

“I’m sorry, I did not mean to scare you.” He said softly, as he watched her place a hand over her heart. Karin’s heart was racing, as she looked at him wide eyed. “I woke up to you staring at me as I slept.” She said in an accusing tone. He rolled his eyes at her reply, as he went to stand up and sat next to her on the bed; leaning his back on the wall.

“I was not watching you sleep. I was waiting for you to wake up, you were muttering in your sleep before you awakened. I thought you may have been having a nightmare.”

She looked over to him, seeing his eyes focusing on a corner of her room. She was amused to see a slight blush on his cheeks and almost snickered at that. “Weird. I don’t remember.” She thought back to it but she could not remember having a dream or a nightmare. He looked back at her, his blush gone.

“Do you usually remember them?”

His voice was soft and curious as she stared back at him. She went to lean her back on the wall.

“Yeah. Always have.”

It was true. Some days Karin wished it was not. Pleasant dreams she did not mind remembering, but some nightmares she would love to forget. Her mind instantly went to a particularly awful one where her best friend laid dead at her feet as well as her brother and Rukia. She remembered waking up sobbing from that one as Yuzu tried her best to calm her down. That had been a year after the war with Aizen. It still haunted her.

“Are you okay?”

Karin blinked, meeting eyes with his again and was surprised to see his hand on her knee. She tried not to flush at that, while silently urging her heart to settle down.

“Yeah. Sorry, spaced out. How are you feeling?” Tōshirō noticed her gaze on his hand and quickly pulled it away before clearing his throat.

“I’m feeling better. When I woke up, Isshin said I was okay to move around now. But I still need to take it easy. He said I may feel fatigued again once I leave my Gigai.”

Karin nodded her head at his words. She wondered when he would be returning back to Soul Society. She wondered if Momo’s funeral would be soon. She furrowed her eyes brows then, confused at a part of what he had just said. “Why do you call my father by his first name?”

Tōshirō’s eyes widened at her question, as he thought it over; wondering how he could tell her.

“Did your father tell you everything when he told you about Soul Society?” Karin noticed he sounded curious and wondered what he was getting at.

“He told us about Ichigo’s involvement and how his powers were awakened. He told us about the war with Aizen. He did tell us that he used to be a Shinigami too.. which really should not have surprised me.”

Tōshirō’s eyes were wide at her reply as he watched her speak. A moment later he turned to sit cross legged in front of her, as she looked at him questionably. “Your father was my Captain when he lived in Soul Society many years ago.” Karin’s mouth dropped open at that. How could her father leave that very important detail out?

“My father was a Captain?! He was your Captain?” Karin said in shock, pointing a finger at his chest. Toshiro only nodded, a smirk on his face. Her surprise was amusing to him. Adorable even.

“Yes, he was. He was a good Captain. We were friends. He was one of the first people I befriended when I joined the 10th Division.” Karin mulled over his words as he spoke with a small smile on his face.

“Between you and me, he was like a father figure to me. He was always taking care of everyone else, even whenever he acted like an over eccentric man child.”

Karin would have laughed at that last part if it wasn’t for the fact that her mouth was agape in shock as she stared at her best friend. She was finding it hard to wrap her head around this. Toshiro could only watch on, before slowly looking down at the space between them on the bed.

“This is why I was very surprised when he disappeared. He had went on a mission to The World of The Living, due to strange activity happening in Karakura town. He never came back. Soul Society could not find any trace of him. We thought he was dead. A few years ago, when I saw him again during the war with Aizen, I was shocked. But I was happy to see he was still very much alive. Only hiding in a Gigai all these years.”

Karin was left speechless, watching him look at the bed as she thought about everything he had just told her. Her father had been a Captain. Had known Tōshirō for probably decades and they had been close.

‘How ironic is that?’ she thought, dumbfounded.

“Wait, why did my father never return back?”

Tōshirō looked up at her then, a smirk tugging at his lips again. She frowned at his smirk, wanting to know the answer. He gave her an incredulous look then. “Karin, you know the answer to that.”

“I really don’t.”

Tōshirō rolled his eyes, before folding his arms over his chest and staring at her. She sat and waited, heart racing.

“Because he met and fell in love with your mother. They married, and had children. Two children with incredibly strong reitsu I must add.”

The room was silent, as she flushed from his answer. Of course that’s what it had been. He was giving her another one of those looks that made her heart feel like it would beat out of her chest and had to look away; gaze turning to her lap. They sat in silence, a somewhat awkward silence before she cleared her throat.

“Thank you for telling me, Tōshirō.”

“You deserve to know everything.” Was his quick reply as he looked at her, a curious look upon his face.

“I should have known he was your father from the start, considering how strong you and Ichigo’s powers are. I can tell yours have grown stronger in the last few years. Has their been a spike in Hollow activity?”

Karin nodded silently. It was true her powers had grown, almost as soon as Ichigo had lost his after the war with Aizen. It only annoyed her due to all the spirits she would see now. She almost always felt like someone was there.

“I figured there would be. Your reiatsu is as strong as Ichigo’s when he was your age, if not stronger. Which is astounding considering his powers after meeting Rukia were mostly due to her transferring her powers to him. But your reiatsu is all yours, without the help of a Shinigami. Ichigo’s powers only grew once he started training.”

Karin knew her powers had grown, but did not realize they could be equal to her brothers when he was her age. It left her speechless.

“I want to try something. Put your right hand out, your palm facing upwards.” She quirked an eyebrow at him questioningly but did as he asked. Her breath hitched as he gently grabbed her hand, lifting it a little higher before pulling away.

“Good. Now take a deep breath.”

Their eyes met as he took a breath with her.

“Now let it out, and focus on your reiatsu.” She did as he asked, feeling the swirl of her reiatsu flow around her. He gave a small smile before nodding.

“Take another deep breath, but focus on your reiatsu as you breathe out. Imagine it flowing through your arm and into the palm of your hand.”

She kept her gaze locked with his as she took a deep breath before slowly letting it out, feeling her reiatsu flow through her and trailing to her arm. When she felt it forming in her hand she moved her gaze down to her hand and saw it form into a small ball above her palm. Her eyes widened, she almost gasped and pulled her hand back when she felt his hand softly grab her wrist to keep her hand in place.

“It’s okay, don’t be afraid. Keep breathing.”

Karin nodded, continuing the flow of her reiatsu into her hand as it formed a slightly larger ball above her palm. She focused on her breathing as she watched Tōshirō’s eyes widen as he watched the reiatsu ball grow in size. After a few moments, he cleared his throat; before speaking softly.

“Now the next time you breathe out, slowly close your hand into an upward fist and imagine the reiatsu  vanishing.”

Karin once again did as he asked, trying to ignore the fact that his fingers were still softly wrapped around her wrist. As she slowly closed her fist, the reiatsu  dispersed around them; the slight force of it making her breath hitch as it created a slight breeze and sending a chill down Karin’s spine.

The two remained silent, Karin’s eyes wide staring back at him as he looked at her in awe.

“What the hell was that?” She whispered out, staring at her closed fist. The 10th Division Captain remained silent before slowly unwrapping his fingers from around her wrist, moving it the top of her closed fist as he lowered her hand to the space between them on the bed.

“That is proof of your powers growing. I don’t even think that is something your brother could have done before meeting Rukia. But he’s also always been terrible at controlling his reiatsu, but it is the opposite for you.”

Toshiro continued to stare at his his hand which was laid over her closed fist. He knew Karin had strong reiatsu but for her to be able to do something like that was anything short of incredible.

“There are Shinigami in the Soul Reaper Academy that begin to learn how to do that in their first year, many struggle with it. You are human and you can successfully do it the first try.”

Karin watched as he stared down at their hands, his eyebrows furrowed as he thought.

“What does that mean?” She asked him, a lace of concern in her voice.

“It means the strength of your power goes beyond what I thought. I’ve never heard of a human being able to successfully do that. I’m sure it is because Isshin is your father and he was one of the strongest Captains in Soul Society. Does your brother or father know your powers are getting stronger?”

She shook her head no, her lips pursed in a firm line. It was not something she had talked with either of them about. It wasn’t something she even liked to think about. He nodded his head, before pulling his hand away from hers and crossing his arms.

“What are you thinking?” She asked hesitantly. His face was growing more concerned by the minute and she could see he had a grimace on his face as he looked down at her hand that was still in a fist between them on the bed.

“I am wondering if Soul Society knows your powers are increasing. One of Soul Society’s duties is to keep an eye on The World of The Living, not just for Hollow Activity but any person that may have strong Spiritual Pressure. Karakura has always been a hot stop for Spiritual Pressure. For instance, a few of your brothers friends have strong spiritual pressure and have developed powers over time due to it. But yours is..” he trailed off, wondering how he can word this to her. He did not want to concern her by her growing powers. But he was very curious.

“It’s what?”

He looked eyes with her, the look of awe shining back in his eyes. “Your power is definitely strong enough for Soul Society to notice. I’m rather curious why they have not sent someone here to keep an eye on you. Powers such as yours can be incredibly dangerous, but you seem to have a good handle on yours. I’m not worried about your powers getting you hurt. But I am worried about the spike in Hollow Activity from it.”

Karin’s heart sank at his words. She did not want him to worry about anything regarding her. He was going through enough as is. She let out a sigh before leaning her head back on the bedroom wall.

“This is not something I should tell your family about, or even Rukia. It is not my place to do so. But you should know I do need to speak to your brother, but not about this.. at least I’m hoping it doesn’t have to do about this.” Karin lifted her head off the wall, turning her gaze to Tōshirō who still had his arms folded over his chest, a frown on his face.

“What about?” Karin was scared to even know at this point. She could barely wrap her head around the fact that Tōshirō was so shocked about her increasing powers.

“Before I came here, I had to talk to the Captain Commander to get his approval. He had known about Momo passing. I told him instead of sending a Hell Butterfly to Rukia about Momo’s passing, it may be best I come down here myself to tell her in person. To my surprise, he agreed to it. Before he dismissed me he told me to tell Ichigo that he is wanting to speak to him as soon as possible and to come back with Rukia and I before Momo’s funeral.”

Karin gaped at him, as Tōshirō stared at her with clear concern in his eyes. He did not want her to worry about this. She was still young and still a human, she should not have to worry about such things as this.

“I think it may be the Captain Commander wanting to thank him for what he did during the war with Aizen. He knows Ichigo has his powers back. It’s not something he is against. Who knows when another enemy may arise and another war may happen. Hopefully never. But if it does, your brother would be on our side and his power is one that can’t be ignored.”

The more Tōshirō thought about it, the more he grew concerned. It’s true Ichigo was strong, Soul Society knew this when he saved Rukia from her execution years ago. But Karin was strong too, if not stronger. What would Soul Society do if they knew about this? He did not know. He knew one thing though. Karin’s powers were increasing and there was no stopping it.

—

Ichigo Kurosaki was unsure how he made it through the Chappy movie that Rukia had literally dragged him to.

It had been three hours long.

Ichigo had a migraine. Yet he couldn’t be mad, because Rukia had smiled during the whole movie. She was happy, and that made him happy. He had even gotten her an extra large limited edition Chappy cup the theater was promoting for the movie, her eyes had lit up when he had handed it to her while they got their snacks before the movie started.

They were now on their way home, Rukia hugging her beloved cup to her chest as she walked next to Ichigo. Ichigo had his hands in his pockets, a grin on his face. He couldn’t ignore the fact that life was great. Amazing, ever since Rukia had returned his powers to him. Ever since their new relationship had formed. He was lost in thought when he heard a beep, signaling a text message. Rukia looked over to him, curiosity spiking as she watched him pull the phone out of his pocket. He was silent for a moment before putting the phone back in his pocket.

“It was my dad. Tōshirō is awake, dad said he’s fine to walk around but he needs to take it easy the next day or two. Apparently Yuzu went to talk to him after she talked to Karin after she got home. Karin got sick in the bathroom and Yuzu pushed her back to bed to sleep it off.” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking up at blue sky. He couldn’t deny he was worried about his sister; as well as the white haired Captain.

Rukia sighed, lacing her fingers through Ichigo’s as they continued walking. They could see the Kurosaki house in the distance.

“It’s only because she’s upset, Ichigo. She’s worried about Tōshirō, I am worried as well and I know you are too.” He nodded his head somberly. He couldn’t help but let his mind drift to that terrible moment during the Winter War when Aizen had created the illusion that had fooled everyone, other then Ichigo. The look on his friends face as he realized what he had done was a look that had always stayed with Ichigo. It made him sick to think about.

“Ichigo.”

Hearing her voice, Ichigo stopped and turned his head to see Rukia had stopped in her tracks and was looking up at him.

“There is something else that worries me.”

Ichigo frowned, confused as to what else she could possibly be worried about. “Do you remember when we ran down the stairs earlier when Karin screamed?” Ichigo nodded, still unsure where she was going with this. Ichigo couldn’t help but notice how Rukia was biting her bottom lip, something she only did when she was deep in thought.

“When you saw Karin holding Tōshirō up did you happen to notice the spiritual pressure around them? Particularly around your sister?” He quirked an eyebrow up at her questions, scratching the back of his head.

“Ah, honestly not really? I was so shocked by what we were seeing with him practically freezing the floor I wasn’t really able to focus on anything like that.” Rukia nodded at his words, she was expecting an answer like that. He had only just had his powers returned, she did not expect him to catch a change in spiritual pressure during a crisis.

“I didn’t think you noticed. But I did. Ichigo.. when we made it to the bottom of the stairs the first thing I noticed aside from Tōshirō’s spiritual pressure was Karin’s.”

Ichigo arched his eyebrows, looking down at his girlfriend who was still biting her lip.

“She’s always had spiritual pressure, same as me. It just runs in our family I guess.” Rukia shook her head, he was not understanding why this worried her. She squeezed his hand so he would look back down at her.

“Exactly Ichigo, it runs in your family. Because your father was a Shinigami. A powerful Captain. And when I noticed Karin’s spiritual pressure when we made it into the living room.. her powers are growing Ichigo, at an alarming rate.” Ichigo furrowed his eyebrows, unable to comprehend what she was telling him. “How did you know?” He asked her softly. He looked in the distance, noticing their home only a few minutes walk away.

“Because when I met you when you were her age, before I gave you my powers.. your spiritual pressure was nowhere near as strong as hers is.” Ichigo couldn’t help but look down at his girlfriend, a shocked expression on his face. How was this possible?

Before he could say anything to her regarding it, they froze when they felt none other then Karin’s reiatsu flare. The couple looked at one another before bolting to the Kurosaki house.

—

Once they arrived, Ichigo unlocked the front door; slightly out of breath. Rukia followed him afterwards, grabbing his hand before he could run up the stairs. “Slow down. It’s okay. Her spiritual pressure is back to normal now. This could just be because her powers are increasing over time.”

Ichigo let out a large sigh before leading Rukia to the sofa and sitting down. She took a seat next to him, leaning her head on his arm.

“What does this mean for her, Rukia? My powers didn’t strengthen without your help..”

Rukia could tell by the sound of his voice that he was worried about his sister. This was something she unfortunately did not have the answers to. She knew they needed to talk to Karin.

—

“Dammit. I need to talk to Ichigo about this.” Karin put her head in her hands, letting out a frustrated sigh. She was unsure how her brother would take this. She knew he would more then likely be concerned though.

“Will you be there when i talk to him?” She asked Tōshirō as she lifted her head up to look at him.

“Yes. I will do whatever you need me to do, Karin.” His eyes softened as he looked at her, and Karin felt comforted by it. Tōshirō then stood up from the bed, offering a hand out to help her up. As she took his hand, they heard the front door open before shutting. She stared at him eyes wide, as he nodded before helping her up. She stood next to him, as their gaze stayed connected before he gave a small smile and he laid a hand on her shoulder.

“You’re not alone in this.”

His words were all she needed to gain the courage to talk to her brother. She nodded, before he lead her to the door and walked out, heading downstairs. He walked behind her and as they entered the living room, they saw Rukia and Ichigo sitting next to each other on the sofa. They turned there heads once the two entered the living room. Before Ichigo could say anything, Karin spoke.

“There’s something I need to talk to you both about.”

Karin couldn’t help but notice the understanding look on her brothers face.

—-

Karin struggled to tell her brother and Rukia what her and Tōshirō had discussed in her bedroom. Any time Karin had difficulty explaining it, Tōshirō was there to help her find the right words. It was something she was incredibly grateful for. Eventually, their conversation led to Tōshirō telling Ichigo what the Captain Commander had said which left both Rukia and Ichigo with shocked expressions.

“I have no idea what he is wanting to discuss with you. My first guess was he wants to thank you in person for defeating Aizen since he never got the chance to in the past.”

Ichigo nodded his head at Tōshirō’s words, his elbows propped up on his knees, hands holding his chin up.

“Do you think Soul Society knows about the increase in Karin’s spiritual powers?” He asked Tōshirō, a far off look in his eyes. Tōshirō looked at Ichigo, as he sat on the floor across from him on the other side of the coffee table. “I think it is a high possibility. But usually a Captains meeting is called when things like this arise and they know about it, and there has not been one.” The room was silent as they thought over the 10th Division Captains words. Until Ichigo lifted his head up from his hands, turning his head to look at Karin who was sitting next to Rukia on the sofa.

“How strong are your powers now, Karin? I just got mine back and I’m still not very good at controlling mine or sensing others.”

Karin pursed her lips, unsure how to answer that. She knew the best way would be to show Ichigo. She looked over to Tōshirō, silently asking him if she should. He nodded, and with that she stood up and went to sit cross legged beside Tōshirō. Ichigo lifted an eyebrow.

“What are-“ Karin lifted a hand up to silence him and he complied. He was now very confused.

“I will show you. But Ichigo, I need you to NOT freak out. Do. Not. Freak. Out.” Her tone was firm, almost accusing as she pointed a finger at him. He lifted his hands up in understanding, urging her to continue. Rukia gave him a sideways glance, hoping he would catch it. He did, and almost scooted away from her. His girlfriend had such an icy glare.

The two sat on the sofa and watched as Karin laid her palm upwards as Tōshirō had showed her. She took a deep breath in, before letting it out and focusing her reitsu through her arm and into the palm of her hand; exactly how he had shown her how to do. When the ball of reitsu began to form, Ichigo’s eyes widened as Rukia’s mouth dropped. Ichigo ended up laying a hand on Rukia’s knee, holding on to it as if to keep himself upright. The ball slowly began to grow larger, Ichigo’s eyes practically popping out of there sockets.

“What the fu-“

Rukia slapped a hand over his mouth to get him to be silent, glaring at him before looking over to Karin; telling him to shut up and watch. He nodded before she pulled her hand away and watched in amusement as he put a hand over his mouth to keep silent as his sister concentrated.

When Karin slowly closed her hand into a fist the reiatsu dispersed around them, once again creating a rather large breeze this time around the room. A chill ran down each of their spines as Rukia and Ichigo starred wide eyed at Karin. Both her and Tōshirō watched the couple, an amused expression on both of their faces. Ichigo seemed to be frozen in his spot, hand still over his mouth. Karin leaned over to Tōshirō, a smirk on her face as she whispered to him “Give him a few seconds, he is about to flip his shit.”

Sure enough a few seconds later, Ichigo removed his hand from his mouth and shot up from his spot on the sofa, his knees ramming into the coffee table. He gave a hiss of pain before pointing a finger at Karin.

“What the fuck was that?! How did you do that?! You- you.. WHAT?!”

Rukia stifled her laugh behind her hand, watching as her boyfriend freaked out. Karin folded her arms, rolling her eyes at him.

“How long have you been learning that, Karin?”’the question came from Rukia, Karin met her eyes.

“The last half hour.”

Rukia’s mouth dropped open again as she stood up and stared at Karin in shock before looking over to her white haired friend for confirmation. He nodded his head.

“She learned in one try.”

Rukia’s eyes went wide as saucers as she moved to stand in front of Karin and Tōshirō. They both stood up, meeting her eyes.

“One try? ONE try?” She practically shouted, before a hand went over her mouth. She turned her head to glare at Ichigo before removing his hand and elbowing him in the stomach. He knelled over gripping his stomach.

“Rude ass Midget.” He whispered in between his pain.

“Insufferable fool.” She hissed at him as she sent him an icy glare.

Tōshirō and Karin watched on in amusement, both thinking how the pair certainly did act like a married couple.

“I wanted to see how strong her powers had grown. I knew that was an exercise that first years do in the Shinigami Academy.”

Rukia was still wide eyed, as Ichigo recovered and looked at his sister who seemed to be staring off into space.

“The fact that she can do that..” Rukia trailed off, unsure of the correct word to use to describe it.

“Incredible? Extremely rare? Both are equally good words for this.” Tōshirō said softly before turning his gaze back to Karin. Karin snapped out of her trance, looking at each of them.

“What happens now?” She asked them.

“Well. Momo’s funeral is the day after tomorrow. Maybe we will know more once Ichigo meets with the Captain Commander.”

They all nodded in agreement, wondering what the next two days would bring. Karin held in her sigh, trying to ignore the worry that was igniting like a flame in her.

A part of her was telling her nothing would be the same after today, and it scared her. 

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DAY 2: FAVORITE BL DRAMA

I have quite a few... I can’t choose just one so bare with me lol

Life Senjou No Bokura

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: One day after school, the serious Ito and the child-like Nishi meet by chance, as each endeavors to remain walking  on the sidewalk`s white line. As time goes by, Ito recognizes he is drawn to Nishi in a way that is new to him. Nishi, for his part, is frustrated that they only get to meet on the sidewalk. Ito decides to act upon his feelings and kisses a surprised Nishi, who agrees they need to walk side by side for a change. The sparks between them are undeniable as their relationship blossoms in high school, survives the college years, and matures into adulthood. A deeply moving work that bears witness to loving partners, whose unchanging feelings must co-exist within a world of changing realities.

My Personal Thoughts: I already wrote a review for this so I am going to re-share some of those thoughts here. This is one that I have watched countless times already. They went by the manga for mostly all of the episodes and I appreciated seeing that. They gave more context for certain details that may have been lost while reading the manga and translated it to screen. I think they depicted the age gaps well too. For 4 episodes only, I feel that they did a great job including the most important aspects. Actually now that I think of it, I would have loved to see more of them in their early 20s depicted on screen because that was like one of there honeymoon phases and I’m a hopeless romantic lol but that’s just a personal preference not complaining. Also, the show stopped at age 40 and they could have gone on throughout there entire lives but I understand why they chose not too. The manga is great as well!!! I think that the main actors depicted beautiful true love very well. They had amazing chemistry. Japanese BL’s have that special spark about them that I love. I also loved that it showed there relationship from high school till there later years. I don’t see that a lot with BL’s. They usually just stick to one time period. The aspect about them being connected by a line in relation to there love was a nice touch as well. I am glad that it has a happy ending as well. This is a pretty quick one to watch and a great one at that!!! If you haven’t watched it yet, I would highly recommend it!!!

I Told Sunset About You 

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: Teh and Oh-aew were best friends until a boyhood line of reasoning turned them into rivals. Years later as they're preparing for university admissions, both pursuing interests in the field of Communication Arts, the two meet in a Chinese language class. Their reunion awakens complicated and unstable feelings.

My Personal Thoughts: Same as above, I already wrote a review for this so I am going to re-share some of those thoughts here. This is DEFINITELY one of my top BL shows of the year 2020. This is such a beautiful masterpiece of a show!!! I remember when the preview trailer first came out… I was already hooked!!! I was on the lookout for it and it did not disappoint me one bit when it finally started. I looked forward to seeing it every week. It made me feel all of the emotions. I was up here sitting in my room crying over everything. I don’t think any other BL has made me this emotional before in my life. The two lead actors really DELIVERED!!! I could feel every single stare, every single body movement, and every single touch. You could cut the TENSION with a knife!!! No one couldn’t tell me that there wasn’t a magnetic true love between these two. I know this sounds cliche but it's like they were destined to be together from when they were childhood friends. Also, I would love to see them in future projects!!! The cinematography in this show is TOP FREAKIN NOTCH!!! Every single scene is just so beautifully shot. The cinematography alone makes me want to cry lol I saw somewhere that someone said the filming of the show reminded them of an indie film and I totally agree!!! The writing and directing on this show was impeccable to me!!! No cringy dialogue and every single line served its purpose well. This is movie grade writing. I also wanted to quickly just say that I loved the attention and callback to details throughout like with the tutoring book that Teh made for Oh-aew that was left empty by the end of episode 4, the flower that was supposed to be colored the same as Tan’s garment but Teh colored it red because he was thinking of Oh-aew, the rubbing of Oh-aew’s back when he sniffles, the references to Teh’s favorite actor, and the use of Chinese phrases to get meaning across. I could go on and on but wow I just loved how they really connected all of the details throughout. I can’t wait for Season 2!!!

Theory of Love

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: Third is a filmology major and a member of the Savage Team along with his best friends Two, Bone, and Khai, but he has a secret. Third has been secretly in love with Khai for years. For three years, he has kept his secret love in his heart, silently supporting and loving Khai while knowing there is absolutely no future between them since Khai is as straight as a streetlight pole and also an absolute player. To make matters worse, Khai has a "no dating friends" policy. How long can Third love Khai silently while watching Khai bring a different girl home every night? Third has tried to see Khai as just a friend. But has failed time and time again. Because as easy as it is to fall in love, to stop is just as hard.  Maybe even harder. That is until Third learns a secret that breaks his heart completely. But when Third decides to stop, Khai decides to start.

My Personal Thoughts: As sad as this show can make me feel at times, I love rewatching it. I still to this day think that it is one of the most well written BL’s that I have seen. Everything flows nicely and everything connects. Your not left wondering how you got from point A to point B. I thought the show had great character development especially when it came to Khai’s character towards the end of series. I know a lot of people had mixed feelings about his character due to how careless and dare I say stupid he acted at times but if he can make the audience hate him that much as a character... I would say he is doing something right!!! Gun’s acting never fails to amaze me!!! He really is one of the best actors I have seen. I know he had to be drained from all of that crying that he did throughout the show though lol It just goes to show that when you truly love someone you can’t just stop what you are feeling inside that easily no matter how the other person feels about you or treats you. As the old saying goes, love is blind. I also loved the friend group as well and Two and Bones side stories with the teacher and crush from school. They added to the shows greatness and didn’t take away from it. The friendship dynamics throughout the show was I feel something that really kept me engaged. The cast acted well together. There was no awkwardness or hesitation. I feel everyone bought there best for this drama. They incorporated the movie references so cleverly and I love how the title of each episode was the title of a real romance film. Just the overall theme of film was very intriguing to me. This drama left me filled with heartache and a rollercoaster of emotions but the ending is worth it!!!

HIStory3: Make Our Days Count

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: At first glance, high schoolers Xiang Hao Ting and Yu Xi Gu appear to be polar opposites: While Xiang Hao Ting is an outgoing, hot-headed extravert and some-time bully, Yu Xi Gu prefers to keep a low profile and focus on his schoolwork. They seem bound for totally different futures – the bookish Yu Xi Gu looks destined for academic success, while life is just a long popularity contest for Xiang Hao Ting. But a quirk of fate – and a crucial intervention by a female schoolmate – results in the two young men’s paths crossing. But there is more to both young men than first meets the eye. Xiang Hao Ting was not always this way. He started out as a perfect student until he discovered the joys of going off the rails. And Yu Xi Gu has a reason for being so aloof and studious: His parents died in a traffic accident while he was younger, and he is being fostered by his aunt. As such, he works hard to get good grades in an effort to win a scholarship and ease the financial burden on his relatives. Yu Xi Gu also works part-time at a convenience store, where his manager Liu Zhi Gang has developed a crush on a man he has met at the gym. Back at school, meanwhile, Yu Xi Gu and Xiang Hao Ting find themselves drawn together, and passions ignite. The former notices that he has the unique ability to bring Yu Xi Gu out of his shell – and becomes intent on melting his cold-as-ice exterior. What will happen when their two worlds collide? And can love be the catalyst that helps bring these two unlikely students together – as their high school days draw to a close?

My Personal Thoughts: I will stand by this notion for all of my days but this show is one of the best shows I have seen PERIOD!!! Not even best BL shows I have seen but just in general. It highkey saddens me that it is rated at an 8.1 right now on MyDramaList due to how it ended when other than that... it’s a top notch show. This was one that I watched as it was airing and I would get excited to see it every week. My clown self should have known by the title “Make Our Days Count” that some mess was about to occur but I didn’t pick up on it. Now, I just disregard the last episode (WE DON’T KNOW HER!!!). You can just tell that they had a great budget for this series. The production was on point. It had great cinematography, great storylines, and it felt realistic too. The main couples acting was OFF THE CHARTS AMAZING. I loved the whole opposites attract thing going on. Although the show was set in high school... it almost didn’t feel like it nor did it have those typical clichés going on. I liked how it dealt with topic of LGBTQ+ acceptance as well. I wasn’t so sure about the side couples relationship at first but I grew to love them as time went on. One last thing I wanted to point out was that even though I am always looking for a happy ending... I learned from this show that not everyone can get a happy ending. That’s not how life works sadly. In real life, there have been a lot of people who were truly in love and lost there partners tragically. Although it may be hard to accept the outcome, it is something that happens in real life. This is a drama that you appreciate even more as time goes on. It truly is a gem of a series!!!

TharnType

Synopsis According to MyDramaList: Type Thiwat is a handsome freshman with a passion for football and spicy food. Although he’s a friendly boy, he hates gay people because, in his childhood, he was molested by a man. His life turns upside down when the new academic year of college brings along a charismatic roommate, Tharn Kirigun. Tharn is a gorgeous, compassionate music major, who is also openly gay. When Type learns this, he is determined to make Tharn leave the dorm, as he won't live with a gay person. Tharn is equally determined not to give into Type's homophobic tantrums. With a gay guy and a homophobic guy that have to share a small space together for the rest of the year — what can possibly be the outcome of their story? Hatred? Or maybe love?

My Personal Thoughts: *Goes to hide in a corner* I know this drama is problematic and controversial as hell but it’s like a train wreck that you can’t turn  away from. What truly carries the show I feel is the chemistry between MewGulf. I don’t think I would have enjoyed the series as much if other actors were cast in those roles. They just exude confidence, passion, love, and lust. In terms of the storyline, I found it to be a chaotic occurrence of situations where I just had to know what was going to go on next. Everything that occurred had me intrigued for the next episode and so on and so forth. I loved Type’s character development. One quick thing I want to touch on was I know there were a lot of problematic things that happened which I will touch on at a later date but one thing I wish people were more understanding of was Type’s outbursts, thoughts, and feelings in certain situations. He was a victim of sexual assault so I felt the way he handled certain things was in response to what he had gone through as child and I think some viewers kind of missed that and were almost too harsh on him. Everyone processes and deals with trauma differently. This show went through so many twists and turns and I honestly lived for it especially the shocker towards the end of the series. I didn’t see that one coming at all!!! Despite all of its flaws, this show still holds a special place in my heart.

Honorable Mention:

Cherry Magic: As of today, this show has 4 episodes left and I think I am just going to come out and say that THIS IS MY FAVORITE BL OF THE YEAR!!! It’s a beautiful Japanese BL and I rewatch the old episodes while I wait for new ones to come out alot. It’s such a fluffy, heartwarming, and precious Bl series!!! I love it to pieces!!!

#30 day bl drama challenge #30 day bl challenge #bl drama #bl series #thai bl #taiwanese bl #japanese bl #life senjou no bokura #life love on the line #i told sunset about you #itsay #teh x oh aew #theory of love #khaithird #gun attaphan #off jumpol #offgun #history3: make our days count #history 3: modc #tharntype #mewgulf #cherry magic #adachi x kurosawa #manner of death #maxtul #kornknock

[lemystical-puffle]

My A3 Sexuality Headcanons that no one asked for!

[These won’t include Gender, only sexual orientation or lack thereof(is that a phrase?)]

Color coordination

Gay

Bi

Pan

Aro

Hetero

Sakuya Sakuma: Pansexual! He doesn’t have any preferences, honestly after his childhood he just wants someone who will love and accept him!

Masumi: Bisexual. I feel like he would love the director whether they be boy, girl, other, all, he just wants someone to give him attention, and that person just happened to be out beloved Izumi Tachibana.

Tsuzuru: okay this ones me projecting but whatever Aro/Ace Tsuzuru. He doesn’t feel romantic attraction, and instead just feels a family-brotherly kind of love towards his friends and fellow actors. He doesn’t really want to romantically be with someone, and yet instead just wants to be there for them when they need it and love them the same way he loves his family at home

Citron: Also pan!! But Pan-Romantic specifically. Citron literally just wants to love everyone ever because he’s just awesome like that, but won’t go pass kissing someone. It just makes him uncomfortable which is perfectly fine because he is Citron Lastname! But yeah, also no gender prefermance

Itaru: Bi with a male preference. I can’t really explain why I think this, I just do. Maybe because most of the woman he has ever shown interest in are his 2D anime waifus. Also I mean come on he totally had a whole thing for Lancelot he thinks knights are hot and that is so valid.

Chikage: he is a gay cabbage. Listen the only time he has said he liked a woman it was because he said they weren’t like his mom and I am just- I’m sorry I don’t trust that. This man is a gay, he is never had a boyfriend but he has definitely thought of hooking up with his boss for a raise, thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

Tenma: Also bi! Bi-Ace specifically. I wasn’t really sure where to put him because on one hand I feel like he has a lot of MLM energy but on the other hand his solo song so I just, bi. I feel like his gay awakening came when he played the token gay best friend in a romcom because gay actor erasure but Tenma didn’t really understand, but later he was in a scene where he was with his boyfriend who shows up for one second to remind the audience he’s a homosexual and Tenma was just: crap he’s not

Yuki: okay at first I didn’t know what to put for Yuki cause on one hand sexuality erasure Yuki has specifically said he likes girl and he defies stereotypes and stuff but on the other hand he never said he didn’t like boys so he’s bi with a female preference. I feel like Yuki is the kind of guy to just happen to fall in love with whoever and just go “oh crap did I just fall in love?” And while he likes girls more sometimes it just. Happens.

Muku: Surprise surprise he’s Pan! Muku totally reads shoujo manga with all sexualities and is very livid about good representation, will write a “negative review” (and in Muku terms that’s him being very polite, 4.5/5 stars and linking research resources) about how inaccurate a sexuality was portrayed. I feel like at first he just thought he was a very active ally and now he is just: “oh crap boys. And girls. And enbys. And genderfluids. And everyone.”

Misumi: Misumi is very homosexual, which at first he was sad about because homosexual has 2 o’s which are circles but then he realized he can just say gay but spell it like: G🔺Y so he got happy again. I feel like it was one of the reasons he was kicked out of his home, he just likes boys Jeez Ikaruga parents no rights. (I also Headcanon him as autistic but that’s not what this post is about).

Kazunari: In Kazunari Miyoshi’s world he never has to make a decision in his life and that includes sexuality. Show him a guy and a girl and tell him to pick one and he will simply overload until he picks the person who knows the most trivia on classical art or smthing. Kazunari just: adores everyone ever, and that’s okay! After a lot of internalized homophobia and fear, he was able to come out to first a small group of college friends and eventually felt comfortable with the label and was able to express it openly, now he wears it with pride!

Kumon: I really don’t have any explaining to go here, Kumon just feels gay to me. My head can’t wrap around him wanting to be intimate with a girl. I do think there was this big moment of him coming out to Juza and Juza just going “s’okay.” Then they hug and get ice cream

Banri: Banri is bisexual with a straight pride flag and a Juza Preference. Catch him at the straight pride parade telling “those Homo’s that they’re going to burn.” While making out with Juza against a wall. That’s canon I don’t take criticism

Juza: Also Gay, I feel like Kumon came out first and Juza did research and was like “oh me too.” And just thought about how he’s never actually liked a girl and thought boys were kinda pretty and oh crap Settsu slicked his hair back oh crap oh crap pretty men.

Taichi: Taichi is bisexual, with his preferences being as random as his hair. Except no weird 1/4 quarters going on. Idk where I was going with that analogy I’m sorry. Taichi just likes the humans and wants to go kiss kiss with them all, and then bring them along on his journey for fame and popularity!

Omi: Listen, Omi is the mother of Mankai, and as the mother he loves everyone unconditionally. He also totally wanted to kiss Nachi I’m sorry. I feel like Omi has a male preference, but only by a bit as he loves everyone! He is a good boy and brings all the snacks and water to the pride parades so his friends stay healthy :)

Sakyo: Sakyo is the straight~ supportive dad who doesn’t care if you’re gay straight bi pan anything as long as you pay your taxes. Was probably a little confused at first just because. Probably said “LGBT? Isn’t that a sandwich.” But he got informed did research and is now a huge ally! After more research he identifies specifically as graysexual/romantic as he feels rarely any romantic attraction at all unless under certain circumstances aka Izumi Tachibana. I akso think he suspected that Azami was LGBT for a bit before he came out so he wanted to do research so that Azami would feel comfortable coming out when he was ready. Also he can’t like, not support Sakoda (who I Headcanon as gay :) )

Azami: Azami is bi-aro. Sex? Nah he won’t even hold your hand before marriage, however he will love you no matter your gender. I also see him with a female preference just from his straight upbringing and it’s the title he feels most comfortable with after some internalized homophobia, especially with how his dad shamed him for liking makeup. He is still getting used to the LGBT community and I feel like he is still taking baby steps, learning about different identities and wanting to do all he can to support both himself and his fellow actors due to simply not knowing where to start. Don’t worry Azami take you’re time! There is no rush, you are trying to figure yourself out and we all love you so much for it, there is no shame in changing your mind later. We adore you all the same. (If you couldn’t tell, I wasn’t only talking to Azami. If you are still questioning yourself it is 100% okay, because honestly I am too. There is no rush to figure yourself out, and I hope you know that we are all here for you!)

Tsumugi: Tsumugi is gay, but I feel like he also had a lot of internalized homophobia. I feel like when he was younger he really liked Tasuku but didn’t really understand the difference between platonic and romantic, and it took some time before he was able to really discover himself and come to the identity he has currently.

Tasuku: Tasuku is gay and homophobic.

Hisoka: Hisoka is homo-demi-romantic asexual. I feel like it won’t want to date anyone without really earning their trust and feeling safe around them, and after that point he still will be pretty shy romantically, but it is very much understandable and we all still love Hisoka

Homare: Homare is pan. He doesn’t really care about gender, he just wants someone who will love him and his poetry without seeing him as broken. I feel like after his last relationship he was hesitant to date again, but after some time and help from the rest of winter troupe he was able to rediscover himself. (Also autistic Homare go brrrr)

Azuma: Azuma is an old gay man who just thinks boobs are neat. That’s it that’s the post sent tweet turn off replies.

Guy: New color who this? This is because I didn’t know what to put for Guy, so he simply doesn’t identify as anything. I don’t know a lot about Guy but I know enough to feel like relationships would be very awkward and touchy for him due to his problems with emotions and expression. He isn’t straight, but he doesn’t really identify as anything either. He’s just: Guy. Which is more than valid

[oh also all of winter is Poly and they’re boyfriends thanks for coming to my Ted talk]

Hope you all liked these! Of course they are all my own opinion and you don’t have to agree with all, they’re just how I feel!! Feel free to reply or reblog with your own opinions or Headcanons!!

#a3! #a3 #a3game #a3! act addict actors #sakuya sakuma #masumi usui #tsuzuru minagi #citron #itaru chigasaki #chikage utsuki #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #misumi ikagura #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #banri settsu #juza hyodo #taichi nanao #omi fushimi #sakyo furuichi #azami izumida #tsumugi tsukioka #tasuku takato #hisoka mikage #homare arisugawa #azuma yukishiro #guy #sexuality Headcanons

[becasbelt]

now all the world’s asleep (and your eyes are wide open)

Summary: Beca has a very strict set of rules when it comes to sleeping, rules that one Chloe Beale does not follow in the slightest.

Words: 3,046

Rating: T

Notes: For my dearest @bottombeca: I love you, even if you don’t sleep correctly <3

Read on AO3 or below!

Sleep, Beca has decided, is one of life’s true pleasures.

As a teenager, Beca could achieve around twelve hours of sleep a night whenever she got the chance, cradled pleasantly in the comfortable embrace of blissful dreamland.

(Her mother would lecture her about “wasting the day away” by sleeping so long, but Beca would always vehemently protest to that claim. Spending time becoming well rested, she would argue, was never a wasted day.)

All through college was much the same, especially in her freshman year. Kimmy Jin would always leave loud enough in the mornings to make sure she woke Beca up, only to glare at her before slamming the door on her way out, then would make enough noise upon her re-entry hours later to make it clear that she thought it was ridiculous Beca was still asleep.

It was a nice routine, really. One that Beca grew familiar with and almost (not really) looked forward to.

Moving in to the Bellas house pretty much put an end to Beca’s all-day sleep-athons.

Living in the Bellas house meant living in constant noise, for the most part. There were certain hours of the day in which its occupants were either all miraculously asleep or away at classes, but the vast majority of the day was filled with various chatter, laughter, and singing. Which Beca didn’t mind, honestly. It was certainly a far cry from the tense silence of the barely-functioning home she shared with her barely-functioning parents throughout her childhood.

The noise was a welcome change, even if Beca would never admit that to anyone.

That being said, the natural ruckus of the house did cause Beca a few rude awakenings: Flo ranting loudly about something one of her professors said, Stacie squealing about some all-around unremarkable thing, Amy stomping loudly up and down the stairs to their shared attic room.

Luckily those instances of interrupted slumber were fairly few and far in between. Her room was far enough away from the rest of the house that most of the noise didn’t even reach Beca’s sleeping ears, and most of the girls knew better than to wake her up, lest they face her tired wrath for the remainder of the day (or longer, depending on how petty she felt).

Most of the girls knew better than to wake her up, that is.

Chloe Beale did not fall in that category. Which, Beca supposes, wasn’t totally a surprise, seeing as there were many categories of “normal” that she didn’t fall under. After all, most girls would not burst into a stranger’s shower and demand an impromptu duet.

So Chloe wasn’t afraid to wake Beca up, which meant that she would do exactly that.

Often.

So often, in fact, that Beca became surprised on the mornings when she would wake up around noon, not an Amy or Chloe or anyone in sight. Because more often than not Beca would find herself awakened in a panic when a body jumped on top of her own, or when her name was called loudly from beside the bed, or when deft fingers would stroke softly through her hair as a quiet voice gently coaxed her into consciousness.

Actually, that last one didn’t bother Beca all that much, nor did it cause her to wake in a panic. And luckily that seemed to be Chloe’s favorite way to wake Beca up: curled up beside her on the bed, all gentle touches and quiet murmurs making Beca feel not all that mad about being awake at the ungodly hour of 10 AM.

In retrospect it was really no wonder that Beca ended up falling for Chloe in the end, Beca supposes. Not when Chloe was easily every exception to Beca’s rules in life. Not when Chloe had made her way over the brick walls protecting Beca’s heart and settled comfortably inside by the first year of knowing each other. Not when Chloe made Beca feel like she could take on the world without breaking a sweat.

So really, falling in love with Chloe was inevitable for Beca, even if it did take until they were out of college for her to realize it.

And really Chloe is the one who forced her to the realization: they were sitting on the floor of the living room in Beca’s apartment on some odd Thursday night, sharing a cheap pizza and watching some show that really wasn’t as interesting as the way Chloe looked in her large sweater and messy bun, when Chloe turned to Beca and said “I want to kiss you, and if you’re not okay with that you better tell me right now before I do it.”

Beca was pretty quick to realize her feelings when soft lips touched her own.

Where was she going with this? Beca had a point.

Ah yes: Beca loves sleep, and somewhere along the way she ended up loving Chloe as well.

And Beca supposes she could add sex to that list. Especially sex with Chloe.

Maybe that’s the sleepy part of her brain talking, or maybe it’s the three (four?) mind-blowing orgasms that Chloe gave her last night.

And on top of that, Beca’s definitely found her new favorite way of being woken up.

Chloe presses up closer behind Beca, lips trailing leisurely along the length of her neck. Beca stifles her smile, holding as still as possible to maintain the illusion that she’s still asleep, not ready for her bedmate’s ministrations to stop anytime soon. The kisses travel down to Beca’s bare shoulder, and Beca resists the urge to shiver at the feeling of so much smooth skin pressing deliciously against her own.

“You haven’t breathed in a solid minute, I know you’re awake.”

Chloe’s scratchy morning voice speaks up quietly, and Beca releases the breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. Chloe chuckles from behind her, her arms tightening in their hold around Beca’s middle, and while Beca would normally try to act grumpy at the light teasing so early in the morning, Beca can’t find it within herself to even attempt to be anything but blissfully content at the moment.

Beca smiles and presses her face further into her pillow. “I’m not awake. Try again later.”

Chloe laughs quietly again and, to Beca’s relief, continues her movements from before. Her kisses remain languid and unhurried, Chloe apparently content to lay in bed and do exactly this all day long.

And well, Beca definitely doesn’t have a problem with any of that in the slightest.

She rolls over and catches Chloe’s mouth in a lazy kiss, tongues sliding easily against one another’s as Chloe shifts to lay half on top of Beca, their legs tangling together in a way that makes Beca groan. Chloe hums in reply and deepens the kiss, hand coming up to bury itself in Beca’s hair. Beca’s own hands slide around Chloe’s back, fingertips dragging lightly against smooth skin and causing Chloe to shiver.

Beca grins against Chloe’s lips. Tightens her hold. Feels her heart flutter.

That stupid Disney song might know what it’s talking about. So this is love.

It’s some time later when Beca’s bladder can no longer allow her to keep leisurely making out with Chloe. She (reluctantly) pushes herself away from Chloe’s warmth and rolls out of bed, throwing Chloe’s t-shirt from the previous night on as she gets to her feet. Beca turns to look at Chloe in all her nude glory on the bed as she stretches sleepily, arms raised high above her head, and bites her lip, wondering how the hell last night wasn’t some crazy (and remarkably vivid) dream.

Beca snaps herself out of her ogling and turns to leave the room, but something catches Beca’s eye before she can: Chloe’s feet, sticking out from beneath the untucked covers at the end of the bed.

Beca’s eye nearly twitches at the sight, but she shakes her head and ignores it, choosing instead to head down the hall and slip into the bathroom to do her business.

Really, it wasn’t a big deal. Beca just liked having her blankets properly tucked in at the end of her bed- that was all. Surely they had just become untucked at some point in their activities the previous night, and Chloe stretching in the bed just now happened to put the fact on display.

Beca flushes the toilet and washes her hands. She would simply tuck the covers back the way they were later in the day, easy as that. It was a one-time thing; no need to pay it any extra thought.

Besides, Beca muses with a wry smile as she walks back into the bedroom to see Chloe lounging invitingly in her bed- there were much more important things to be thinking about right now.

* * *

It was not a one-time thing.

The untucked covers, that is. And the sex. Neither was a one-time thing, and Beca was only okay with half of that statement.

And okay, look, it’s not like Beca is some sort of neurotic, controlling, perfectly-made bed freak- she’s not. Sometimes Beca’s too lazy to make her bed in the mornings. Sometimes she doesn’t even get out of her bed at all in a day. She’s not completely crazy over how beds should or shouldn’t be made. Like, she’s not the Aubrey of beds.

But Beca believes that beds are holy places meant for only the most remarkable of activities (sleeping, sex) and should therefore be treated with respect. So it was reasonable, really, that Beca had a few (unwritten, of course) rules when it came to beds: blankets are to remain tucked in at the end at all times, all limbs are to remain on the bed whilst sleeping at all times, and all objects besides blankets, pillows, and girlfriends are to remain off the bed at all times.

They’re simple rules. Rules that any normal person would abide by with little to no trouble at all.

Except, as stated before, Chloe Beale is no normal person.

Chloe Beale is, without a doubt, the most chaotic sleeper that Beca knows. Untucked blankets, feet hanging over the mattress, and thrown pillows are all common occurrences on the nights they spend together, regardless of whoever’s apartment they happen to be at. The worst of it are the times that Beca will walk in to see Chloe already asleep, completely sideways or upside down on the bed.

On those occasions, Beca seriously considers just taking the couch for the night.

So with all that in mind, if Beca has to watch Chloe purposefully untuck the covers on her bed one more time she is going to go absolutely crazy.

“And I honestly don’t know what Chelsea’s problem is. I mean it’s not like I’m getting any special treatment or anything. I’m doing the work just like everyone else is.”

Beca watches Chloe go about her nighttime routine from the comfort of Chloe’s bed, amused at the little rant that she’s been going on about for the past five minutes. “Please, I’m sure you got that promotion because you work harder than everyone else, Chlo.”

Chloe shoots Beca a grin over her shoulder. “Well, I mean, that’s definitely true. It’s not like anyone else exactly gives their all, you know?” she muses, pulling off her shirt to replace it with a tank top to sleep in. Beca’s eyes are immediately drawn to the copious amount of enticing skin on display in the brief moments in between the clothing swap, teeth sinking in to her bottom lip in the process.

“Bec?”

Beca’s eyes snap back to Chloe’s face to see a teasing glint in clear blue eyes. Beca immediately feels her cheeks heat up, already knowing that she’s been caught. “Like what you see?” Chloe asks coyly.

Beca crosses her arms petulantly and bites the inside of her cheek. “I… don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Chloe hums a little and crawls forward on the bed to reach Beca, leaning in close enough that Beca can smell the familiar scent of her shampoo. Beca gulps and feels a shiver run down her spine at the proximity. “I think you do, but I’ll let you pretend if that’s what you want,” she whispers before pecking Beca quickly on the lips and pushing herself off the bed.

The breath that Beca didn’t even know she’d been holding rushes out of her in a puff of air. She glares at her girlfriend. “You’re an evil woman.”

Chloe laughs from where she stands at the end of the bed. “But you like that, don’t you, baby?” she asks casually, bending down to untuck the blankets at the end of the bed that Beca had meticulously tucked just minutes before.

And Beca didn’t know what she would have responded to that with before, but she certainly doesn’t know what to say now as she stares at the unkemptness that is the end of the bed.

But it’s not a big deal, Beca tells herself. Whether or not the covers are tucked is not a big deal and she should stop worrying about it.

So, Beca grits her teeth and forces a grin on her face, looking up as Chloe moves to turn the lights off in the room. “Yep, you caught me. I really do like the evil act.”

Chloe laughs easily as she slides into place next to Beca under the blankets. “I knew it. I’m surprised you admitted it so easily.”

Beca winces. Yeah, there would definitely be consequences to her off-handed answer later on, but it’s whatever, it’s fine. “I’m going to bed,” she grumbles, burrowing herself under the covers.

Chloe simply chuckles again in response and scoots closer to Beca, arms coming forward to pull her into her body. Beca (of course) allows it, sighing in contentment as she buries her face in Chloe’s shoulder, ignoring how she can just feel the loose blankets around her feet.

It’s a couple minutes later as Beca is just falling asleep that she realizes there’s something digging uncomfortably into her side. She shifts and reaches underneath the covers, only for her hand to meet the shape of something that absolutely should not be in the bed at that moment.

“Chloe,” Beca says, trying to keep her voice even.

“Hmm?” Chloe hums in response, quite obviously nearly asleep.

“What is this?” Beca questions, pulling the item out from under the covers and dangling it in front of Chloe’s face.

“Oh!” Chloe says in surprise, taking the object from Beca’s hand. “My keys! I was wondering where I’d put them…”

Beca’s eye twitches. Something inside of her snaps.

“That’s it,” Beca yells suddenly, body moving in a whirlwind until she’s switched on her bedside lamp and pacing the room. “I can’t sleep like this anymore.”

Chloe sits up and looks at Beca with wide eyes. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“Everything is wrong,” Beca says, running her hands through her hair. “The blankets, the pillows, and now the keys are what’s wrong.”

Chloe presses her lips together. “Beca, I can’t help you out here unless you tell me what’s happening.”

Beca stops her frantic pacing and comes to a stop at the end of the bed, facing Chloe. She sighs. “You are, without a doubt, the most chaotic sleeper I have ever known. And while you might not see anything wrong with the way you sleep, it’s been slowly driving me crazy.” Beca grips the end of the untucked blankets and flips them up so that the end of the mattress is exposed. “You don’t even tuck the blankets in at the end of the bed. I just- I need some order when I sleep.”

Chloe waits to speak until Beca has been quiet for a few seconds. “You done?” she asks, and Beca winces at the tone. She lifts her head, expecting to see anger on Chloe’s face, but what she actually sees is probably closer to amusement.

Beca nods her head, suddenly feeling shy.

“Okay, first of all, I’m sorry about the keys, I really didn’t know I left them in here,” Chloe starts off, setting the very things on her bedside table. “And is this really all about our bed not being tucked in at the end?”

Beca shrugs sheepishly. “I just… I like to have them tucked in.” She pauses for a second before adding, “Are you mad?”

Chloe chuckles kindly, and the sound loosens something in Beca’s chest. She crawls forward until she can kneel in front of where Beca is standing at the foot of the bed and takes Beca’s hands in her own. “No, I’m not mad at this. None of this is that big of a deal, Bec. I literally don’t care about what conditions we sleep in- tucked or untucked covers and all. The only thing I care about is that it’s you that I get to fall asleep with each night.”

A soft blush colors Beca’s cheeks at that. “Oh,” she says simply.

Chloe leans up to place a quick, comforting kiss against Beca’s lips. “So tuck the covers in and get back in bed. I want some grumpy control-freak snuggles.”

And any lingering Beca had felt is blown away by that. All Beca can do is laugh and do exactly what Chloe said to do: she tucks in the end of the bed, flips off her bedside lamp, and sinks right back into her rightful place in Chloe’s arms with a sigh of contentment.

“I love you,” Beca whispers right before falling asleep.

A kiss is pressed to the top of her head, causing Beca to smile. “I love you, too. No matter what.”

* * *

Sleep is one of life’s true pleasures, and Beca has decided that having someone to curl up with while you do it makes that statement even more true.

Chloe may hog the blankets, hang off the side of the bed, and kick the covers away once in a while, but all around Beca really doesn’t mind. They’re only little things, after all, and don’t matter in the grand scheme of the wonders of sleep.

So even if Chloe does leave her headphones or water bottle in between the sheets on occasion, Beca can live with that.

#my fics #bechloe #pitch perfect #fluff fluff fluff #bye bich #also not a prompt for bechloe week whoops

[khoicesbyk]

A/N: I'm officially obsessed with Wolf Bride and what does one do when she's obsessed with a certain book? She writes an AU about it! 😁 So, Talley Ho! *in my Sherlock Holmes voice*

Rated: Mature. | Contains sexual content and strong language. (You know? The usual from me. 😁) | Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters. | Main Characters: Roman (LI) and Naia Evans (MC) | All Characters and names: (except MC and certain original characters, created by me) are property of Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,790 words. (May be a little more and may be a little less. I stop counting after editing and re-editing. 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Song And Story Inspiration: Funny How Time Flies (When You’re Having Fun)-Janet Jackson | All This Time (Vocal Version)-Lalah Hathaway | Can’t Let Go/Vision Of Love-Mariah Carey | If I Ever Fall In Love/Comforter-Shai

This series is rated Mature. It is NOT reading material that is safe for those under 18. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

This series may contain spoilers. If you wish not to see spoilers, please do not read any further.

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TW: character death. Death of a parent. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised!

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Chapter 2.) The Alpha.

Roman is Alpha of his Pack.

He was always taught to be strong, to lead, to guide, to hunt, to fight, to defend and especially to breed. It is his duty to carry on the next generation of Alphas like his father did and grandfather before him.

He is the oldest of his parents' children. His father Xander was his hero and he praised the ground his mother Delia walked on. Growing up in the pack wasn’t always easy for him. Growing up he would have dreams of a young girl. She was beautiful, especially when she smiled. Her eyes would light up when she smiled. Her laugh made his heart skip. He loved seeing her in his dreams.

He couldn’t wait to wake up and tell his mother about her.

“Did you see her again?” She asked him as they walked. His mother loved to walk amongst the trees.

“Yes! She was so pretty mother! I love to see her. Even if it’s in a dream.” He replies.

The joy in his voice made Delia smile.

“I’m happy to hear that my son.”

“I do hope that I get to see her again.”

Delia smiled at him then said, “I’m sure that you will see her again, my son.”

His father raised and trained him to be stronger, faster and better than his siblings or any of the other wolf pups. He was being groomed to be the next Alpha. He loved to hunt. Silently listening for his prey before making his move gave him an adrenaline rush. Conquering his prey gave him pride. He loved providing for the Pack.

He became the Alpha at 19 when his father died. Although it is a burden and some of the elders felt he was too young and not ready for it. Roman was more than ready, willing, capable and able to lead the Pack. Even though he missed his father, Roman is a great Alpha. The Pack respects him and follows his authority. He is stern but fair with those he protects. And when he defends the earth as well as his pack, his ferocity is on full display. And even when he is occasionally challenged by others from within the Pack, he always proves why he is Alpha.

He was the leader his mother knew he would be. She loved watching him flourish in his role as Alpha. Seeing his confidence grow brought her joy. Delia loved each of her children and was proud of all of them, but Roman being her oldest and firstborn child had her heart.

Which is why he took her death so hard. He loved his mother and always made sure that her needs were tended to. Even after her cancer diagnosis, if she wanted it then he made sure that she had it. Even if it meant just sitting with her holding her hand or worse singing to and with her, he was happy to do so.

Her final moments were spent in his arms. He knew she didn’t have much time left. He held her in his arms but he wasn’t ready to let her go.

“Roman, it’s time for you to choose a mate.” She said in a voice just above a whisper.

“No. Not now. My focus is on you mother.” He replied cradling her closer to him.

“You must my son. You are Alpha now. It is up to you now to have and raise pups.”

“Mother please…”

She smiled softly at him then said, “My sweet boy, you must. It is our way of life. You must carry on the next generation.”

“I can’t mother. Not right now. My role as Alpha doesn’t allow me time to search.”

“My son, you don’t have to search. You’ve already found her my son.”

“Who?” He asked.

“The young girl you used to dream about. She will be your mate.” Selia replied.

“Mother she isn’t real.”

“Yes she is my son. I’ve seen it. You two are meant to be together. Find her in your mind and your heart and you will see the bond you both share. Find her Roman. She is your mate.”

“Y-yes mother.” He said as his voice cracked.

“I love you my son.” She whispered.

“I love you too mother.”

Delia closed her eyes and took her final breath. Within seconds she was gone. And although he grieved her, Roman understood what his mother was telling him. He needed to find a mate. He tried finding a mate within the Pack and while many of the women had interest in him, he really had none in them. But he forced himself to choose anyway. He settled on his now ex Isobel. They tried to make their relationship work but for him, his heart just wasn’t in it.

His heart was calling on someone else. So he went to the Pack Elder Noemi for guidance.

“What can I do for you, my child?” She asked. Her voice soothing. She was like a grandmother to him.

“I’m having trouble finding a mate, Speaker.” He replied.

“Then let us find you a mate, my child. Come! Let’s go to the grounds.” She replies as she rises to her feet.

He walked behind her as they walked to a plateau known as the grounds. Old stones covered in moss that were placed in a circle. Noemi sat down on the edge while Roman entered the middle.

“Tell me what you want me to do Speaker.” He said to her.

“Close your eyes and open your mind and heart.” She instructed him.

Once his eyes were closed, he opened his mind and heart.

“Heart of the earth, hear me. Open yourself to my child. Guide him on his path to his mate.” She chanted.

Deep in his subconscious, Roman searched. Concentrating on what he remembered about her. He unlocked his mind to the earth. And that’s when he saw her. The girl from his childhood dreams. Only she was no longer a girl. She had grown up to be a beautiful woman. Her long black hair framed her face perfectly. Her brown eyes sparkled. And her beautiful brown skin was hypnotic to him.

He’d found her after all these years. As he looked at her, he noticed that she was singing. He’d heard her voice for the first time in decades. It’s just as beautiful as she is. She was on stage at a karaoke bar with her friends singing “Vision Of Love” by Mariah Carey.

“Treated me kind.

Sweet destiny.

Carried me through desperation.

To the one that was waiting for me.

It took so long.

Still I believed.

Somehow the one that I needed.

Would find me eventually.

I had a vision of love.

And it was all that you've given to me.

Prayed through the nights.

Felt so alone.

Suffered through alienation.

Carried the weight on my own.

Had to be strong.

So I believed.

And now I know I've succeeded.

In finding the place I conceived.

I had a vision of love.

And it was all that you've given to me.

I had a vision of love.

And it was all that you've given me.

I've realized a dream.

And I visualized.

The love that came to be.

Feel so alive.

I'm so thankful that I've received.

The answer that heaven has sent down to me.

You treated me kind (yeah).

Sweet destiny (yes, you did).

And I'll be eternally grateful (oh).

Holding you so close to me (prayed through the night).

Prayed through the nights (so faithfully).

So faithfully (faithfully).

Knowing the one that I needed.

Would find me eventually (he would find me).

I had a vision of love.

And it was all that you've given to me.

I had a vision of love.

And it was all that you turned out to be…”

As she sang, he felt close to her. He could feel her emotions as she sang. She was heartbroken. And it made him furious. He wanted to hold her, to comfort her, to tell her that it will be okay and to tell her that he would protect her. As she sang she could feel a presence around her but couldn’t put her finger on what it was. Like someone had their arms around her and was holding her close. It was their hearts, minds and souls becoming connected and awakening their bond.

When Roman finally opened his eyes, Noemi was smiling at him.

“Have you found her my child?” She asked

“Yes I have. She’s beautiful.” He replies.

“What is her name, my child?” She asked.

“Naia.” He replies.

Noemi smiled warmly at him.

“She will be your mate, my child.”

“Of this I have no doubt, Speaker.”

A week later, Naia looked up Hunt’s Peak and soon found herself enthralled by it. She loved the pictures she’d seen online. She felt connected to it for some inexplicable reason. Soon, she was dreaming of Hunt’s Peak and started hearing a man’s voice. The voice belonged to Roman. And when he was able to dream about her, that’s when he would call out to her. He wanted to have her at his side. His heart longed for her. His body yearned for her. He could feel her even though he had never formally met her before.

Early one morning he was awakened by the pull of his heart. She was close, he could feel it in his bones. She was closer to him than she had ever been before. She was coming. He left the den in search of her. When he went into the woods, he shifted from human to wolf. Being a wolf gave him a better sense of smell and direction. He quickly picked up a scent and followed it.

His being called him to follow his bond with her. The closer he got to her, the stronger the bond became. Soon he arrived at the Days Inn outside of town. He shifted back to his human form and stood at the edge of the woods across from the parking lot. He was drawn to her. Especially when he heard her sing. It was through the bond that they shared that he heard her. He closed his eyes and listened.

“There you are holding her hand.

I am lost.

Dying to understand.

Didn't I cherish you right?

Don't you know you were my life?

Even though I try I can't let go.

Something in your eyes.

Captured my soul.

And every night I see you in my dreams.

You're all I know.

I can't let go.”

Listening to her sing confirmed to him that he’d finally found her. And that very soon, he and Naia would be together.

#choices #pixelberry #choices stories you play #khoicesbyk #choices fanfiction #fanfic #wolf bride

[softnaruto]

Hi! How have ya been? I hope good 😊✨ I just want to request some headcanons for ANBU kakashi having a very sensitive and sentimental s/o! (Your blog is so cute 🌷)

Kakashi having a sensitive and sentimental s/o: 

author’s note: Thank you so much for requesting this! Kakashi is honestly one of my favorites, if not, my favorite character! (Also, thank you so much!) Hope you like it! 

words: 1349 

genres: fluff!!!!

warnings: n/a

Although ANBU Kakashi is a closed book to anyone around him, having a sensitive s/o would make him try to be at least a bit of an open book with them. 

He likes talking about the books he’s been reading (Here we go, Icha Icha Paradise for the 13thtime!) and often tells you about his favorite character and why they shouldn’t have been killed off.

One time he got so heated you had to kiss him to make him be quiet. He blushed and apologized, but insisted you’d just love the character too if you just gave in and read Icha Icha Paradise with him.

If you ever watch sad movies and you begin to cry or even begin to get sad, he’ll notice and change the movie (even if you complain.) 

“You feel bad. Why do you want to watch the movie if you feel bad?” 

 He won’t mention Obito or Rin often (or, at all, even,) as he wouldn’t want to make you feel sad.

Don’t even try to insist and force him to talk about them—he’d be stubborn about it and would try to get out of the conversation. Even if you insist that you’ll be okay, he still bottles his emotions up about that situation and would rather not want you to know about how painful it is for him.

He’ll eventually talk about it if you don’t put pressure on it though. You’d be on his chest, and the comforting silence would eventually awaken the soft, open-book Kakashi. He would softly start talking about how he would fight with Obito all the time and would tell you about all the times Obito made them late. He wouldn’t talk about the bad things, but would rather make you laugh and smile with the memory of his best friends.

He actually took you to their graves the next morning and thanked you for being there with him. It was the first time you had ever seen him be so emotional about something in particular.

He is open about things when it’s in-the-moment but is still pretty limited with details. He’s also INCREDIBLY awkward about it and since he just wants to be open and honest with you, he often says things without thinking about them beforehand. 

“I actually really like ramen.” “What?” “Nothing.”

“I actually do have a face beneath my mask, you know.” “I know, Kakashi.” 

One thing Kakashi does and WILL ALWAYS DO is comfort you. He isn’t really good with words, but if he ever comes home and finds you crying, you bet you’ll be laying on his chest as he draws circles on your back.

Since he isn’t good with words, he makes it up by his presence. He’ll make you some dinner after you’ve finished crying, put on your favorite movie, and just stay by your side until you literally have to swear that you’re okay.  

He’ll never pressure you into talking about the situation at hand since he doesn’t want you to talk about something that still hurts you. (If it’s a certain person making you feel bad, though, you bet they’ll never bother you again.)

He never makes you feel bad about being sensitive or sentimental! In fact, he often tells you to be proud that you can feel such emotions.

 “Think about it. If you didn’t feel any emotions at all, it’d be the same thing as not being… dead.”

 “Hey, at least you’re not like, cruel.”

“You care about others, which is a good thing. Guy also cares about others and look at him, he’s doing great.” “How?” “Uh. He’s a ninja?”

He tries, s/o. He really does.

If you ever feel insecure about anything, you bet you’re going to be lectured by Kakashi. You’re absolutely precious to him, and he WILL make you know that. 

 You’re honestly the one person who eventually brings him out of his shell. Although Guy had tried to for years, Kakashi opened up when he started dating you. It still bothers Guy, but he is really happy that Kakashi has now actually raced him to the top of the mountain. (Of course, you had to tell Kakashi to do it for YOUR sake)

You’re the only one who actually knows his favorite ice cream flavor (Is it mint chocolate chip? Please tell us.)

You are a fragile, soft, wonderful human being that Kakashi cherishes and that means one thing: he WILL NEVER let anything or anyone harm you. He has lost too many people in his life and he can’t afford to lose another.

If he notices that someone has made a comment that has hurt your feelings or bothered you, you bet he is going to walk up to them and intimidate them in a way that makes them run for the hills.

Although it may seem that he is quite lazy and doesn’t really care about anything, the way his eyes (or rather, eye,) look at you while you’re doing something as simple as read proves otherwise. You’re the one thing he 100% cares about and everyone knows it.

If an argument ever arises, he immediately apologizes and tries to fix the problem by diving into the root of the argument. He never wants to have a pointless argument if all it’s going to do is make the both of you feel bad.

You’re the only person he hangs out with after work. If he’s not with you watching movies, talking about life, or simply just playing with his ninja hounds, he’s reading in his favorite spot.

 He likes to take you on private, small, picnic dates. He sees you as the sun in his life, and so on the sunniest days (when it’s not too hot, of course, he would suffocate,) he would often lead you under a tree and would say something like, “I kind of… planned this.”

 If you got too sentimental over the cute date he had planned, he would get all “Oh did you not like it? I’m sorry.” And would try to clean everything up, promising to take you somewhere else. If you said it was because it was too beautiful, he would blush and try to play it off before drying off the tears with his thumb.

Kakashi is soft with you. He shows you a side of him that no one has ever seen and you often run your hands through his hair; he really likes laying his head on your lap, his hair tangled in your hands, as he reads you some Icha Icha Paradise (you finally gave in.)

He LOVES to make you laugh. There is where his snarky humor evolved from. He started making these sarcastic comments around you, and once you found them funny a lightbulb clicked in his head.

Now he’s all about challenging Guy and beating him if it makes you laugh.

 Let’s talk about how soft his kisses are.

He knows you’re soft and he wants to match your energy. So what does he do? He softly grasps your cheeks, leans in, and plants his lips against yours. Almost cloud-like!

If you’re ever crying and you’ve calmed down a bit, you’re definitely getting a kiss. He’s found out that if he kisses you as you’re calming down, you end up smiling and looking beautiful.

He encourages you to smile even though he doesn’t smile himself.

The only PDA he allows is hold-handing. But that took a couple of weeks and thousands of pouts from you for him to be open to holding your hand.

It still takes him a few months for you to see his face, but let’s think about it… that’s fast considering all of his not-so-childhood friends have never seen it.

He’s a bit awkward at the beginning of the relationship, but as he opens up and you both start to know each other more, he becomes really lovely and is really observant about everything. He knows when you’re happy, sad, nervous, etc.

He definitely becomes forgetful at times, but always makes up to it! He missed your date by 10 minutes? He’ll pay for dinner AND the dessert.

Ultimately, ANBU Kakashi is hurt, quiet, and someone who never really allows anyone to get close to him as he is afraid of losing anyone else. But once he meets you, he’s different. He tries to change his ways and becomes his true self. You’ll always see the true Kakashi behind closed doors.  

#kakashi #kakashi sensei #kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #naruto #naruto headcanons #naruto scenarios #naruto imagines #anime #anime scenarios #anime headcanons #sasuke

[littlemoonchildbear]

I’m Losing Him – Hvitserk X OC

Author’s note: If you find something Grammarly wrong or have any advice to help me improve my writing just tell me and I’ll do my best to make it better. I would be really happy if you leave a comment saying what you think is good and/or what I could change, cause I’m not very confident with this work. If someone likes it I intend to cointinue this work and make more 1 or 2 parts. Hope someone enjoys it. 😊

Summary: Revna has always been there for Ivar, but after he became crazy, she just tried to live her life with her lover Hvitserk and had to accept that she lost her little grumpy boy and that he now was a mad king playing God. When Ivar sends Hvitserk to make an alliance with Earl Olaf, and people in Kattegat start rebelling against him, Ivar assumes he can’t trust anyone and decide to get rid of his enemies starting with the person was one so close to him.

Words: 2194

Warnings: lightly insinuations of sex

Gif’s credits: @honestsycrets​

My name is Revna. My mother was a childhood friend of Aslaug, but I never met my father because my mom always said that he wasn’t worth our attention or love so, I’ve never wasted my time thinking about him.

My mother died in one of the raids she went with the king Ragnar and many other warriors, so Aslaug welcomed me in their home and made sure that I was treated as her own daughter. The boys could even consider me a sister.

In the war between Ivar and Lagertha, I stayed beside Ivar, my little grumpy boy, it was impossible to forgive her after killing the woman I considered my second mother in a so coward away.

Although I was on Ivar’s side and understood his anger toward Lagertha, now it looked like he forgot why he wanted her dead. It was like he forgot his mother’s death and decided to play God, and that I could never accept.

So, after Ivar became obsessed and crazy, I left him and tried to ignore his existence. After so many years, Hvitserk and I finally confessed our feelings for each other and now we were living together as husband and wife, even if we didn’t make a proper ceremony. However, Hvitserk and I didn’t care if we didn’t have one, we were finally together and it was enough.

Today he came home with a very interesting little statue of a smiley fat man. He was so excited about telling me the new things he learned with the owner of that statue that I couldn’t help but fix my eyes on his happy face and listen to his philosophical words.

“Everything is One, and only the One is. Life is a bridge, build no house upon it. It’s a river, but don’t cling to its banks. You’re on a journey.” he said with his eyes set of the smiley little man.

When he realized I was quiet he turned his head to me.

“So, this weird old man told you all that?” I asked

“And many other things I’ve already forgotten.”

I couldn’t hold the light laugh that escaped my mouth. I leaned my head on one of my hands and with the other I caressed his hair, face, and started playing with his little goatee.

“Perhaps it’s all a joke.” he said looking down “Floki would have said so.”

“Many people said he was a joke as well…yet he was one of the best and wisest men I’ve ever known.”

“Well, I don’t know about a man, but I know of a very special woman that is as much wise as him… maybe even more…” he said coming closer and closer to me

“Do I know this… so special woman that dazzles your mind?” I said trying to be seductive

“I think so. She is my wife, but much more than that she is the fiercest shieldmaiden Midgard has ever known.” he kissed my forehead “The most intelligent human being around the world.” he kissed my nose “She’s like a Goddess and I still don’t understand what she saw in a mere mortal like me…” he leaned his forehead against mine closing his eyes.

“Maybe because she doesn’t see herself like nothing more than just a woman that besides being aware of your very pretty face…” I said rubbing our noses “She knows you have a great heart… maybe the best among all the man…” I raised his head making him look in my eyes “I don’t care if you’re the king of all Norway, a farmer, a warrior, or a fisherman… I don’t care about your conquests Hvitserk, I love you for who you are, I care for what is in here.” I placed my hand on his naked chest right over his heart

He looked at my hand and then raised his head again with a smile on his mouth.

“You have no idea how good you make me feel… I love you so much…”

I just smiled even wider and turned again to the little statue before he could kiss me.

“What do you think that means?”

“What?”

“What that man told you. Do you think is a journey to where?”

He just shrugged his shoulders.

“He told me I can go talk to him again. That he would enlighten me.”

I just sighed and laid my head in my hands looking at the little Buddha before I started speaking again.

“Well… you can think about it tomorrow because for tonight I thought we could start trying for a baby…” I said like I wanted nothing

He turned his head to face me quickly.

“Are you serious?” he said disbelieved

“Of course.”

He didn’t waste any second and started kissing me, but before I could deepen it and get on top of him, he stopped and moved away from my lips. He turned the Buddha to face the wall. I couldn’t help but giggle. Couldn’t exist a more perfect man than him.

“Where were we again?”

Sorry Buddha, but no sex for you.

 The next night, Hvitserk and I were in the Great Hall. It was announced that the great God and King Ivar the Boneless had something very important to say to his people… could you feel the irony in my words? No? Well, now you know my opinion about this.

Ivar was definitely hallucinating. He wasn’t the innocent boy I knew… he clearly was so afraid of losing his throne that couldn’t trust anyone, not even his own family. And I was afraid of what he was capable of doing to make sure no one stayed on his way.

When people started shouting his and Odin’s names, I decided I had seen enough.

“Let’s get out of here.” I whispered in Hvitserk’s ear and holding his arm we left the room. I couldn’t ignore the sensation of a certain gaze burning on my nape.

   In the morning, I was awakened in a peculiar way. I felt something brushing on my calf. If it happened a little time ago, I would have just kick whoever was trying to take advantage of me and pull my dagger from under my pillow to kill them. But, considering my actual situation, I knew whose lips were those. I just waited for him to come closer. I felt him crawl above me like a snake leaving more kisses while he passed every part of my body.

When he reached my shoulder, I turned my body to face him. Before he said something, I kissed him properly.

“I still can’t determine if you are relentless for me or if you are impatient to put a child on me.” I crossed my arms behind his neck putting him even closer.

“Can’t I be both?” he said smirking

“You are so a naughty boy…” I whispered near his lips

“I’m your naughty boy…” he said coming back to kiss me

“I’m afraid…” I whispered

“Of what?” his lips didn’t leave my neck

“Ivar… I’m afraid of what he is capable to do… of what he can do to you…”

“You don’t need to worry about that. We will just get out of his way and live our life.”

“I think we should leave Kattegat… before he thinks in bloody ways of getting us out of his sight.”

“I don’t think we need to get worried now, he never saw me as a threat. Everybody has seen me as a puppy that would follow my powerful brothers. Ivar and Ubbe are the real wolves.”

“For me, you are the best of them. The best son of Ragnar and the best wolf…”

I saw a big smile grow on his face before he started kissing me slowly.

“Promise you will think about it.”

“I promise, now… let your little wolf satisfy his hunger.” he said his final words focusing on his mission of putting a child on me.

   In the middle of the night, I heard something. Something scraping on the ground. Someone was in our home and by the sounds, I could imagine who it was…

However, by any doubts, I slowly took my hand under my pillow. I realized Hvitserk was aware of what was happening too. Then, faking that he would embrace me strongly, I put the dagger on his hand under the pillow and when he felt his side of the bed go down, he acted quickly aiming the dagger on the person’s neck.

As I thought, it was Ivar.

“Sorry to startle you.” he said smiling “But, I’ve been thinking about you, my dear brother.”

He spoke as I wasn’t there.

“What have you been thinking?” said Hvitserk

“I have been thinking… that you can make yourself more useful to me. It concerns me that you have no proper role here. That you live an empty and idle life. After all, you are my brother and I love you.”

I let out a mockery laugh. He stopped smiling but didn’t turn his attention to me. It was like he believed if he ignored me, he could make me disappear.

“So how could I make myself useful?”

“You could leave Kattegat. Go on a diplomatic trip to the Great Hall of King Olaf the Stout, and cement our alliance, help him prepare for our springtime attacks on York and Wessex.”

“And if I refuse? I don’t’ want to leave Kattegat.” he said it putting his hand on my covered womb.

That was the first time in the night Ivar looked at me.

“I’m afraid you cannot refuse.” he adjusted his body on the bed “I realize you two are together after all…or is this just a remembering of your younger years?” Ivar provoked but I wouldn’t take the bait, I wouldn’t lose my control.

“We are husband and wife now, King Ivar.” I said ironic “We are building our own family.” I finalized meeting Hvitserk’s hand above my womb letting a little smile escape.

“This is good Hvitserk.” he totally ignored me “Then it would be a pity if I had to burn her alive.”

In a blink of an eye, Hvitserk was with the dagger on Ivar’s neck again ready to kill him at any second.

“You wouldn’t do that, brother…” he whispered “Now, would you?”

Ivar just chuckled and scratched his forehead.

“No. No, I wouldn’t. Not if you agree to leave Kattegat first thing in the morning. Humm?”

I saw my husband turning from confident to uncertain. But I was sure of what he had to do.

“If you allow King Ivar, I’ll have a word with my husband and you’ll have your answer as soon as the sun appears on the horizon.”

   After Ivar left, I had a long argument with Hvitserk. I knew he was worried about me, about the baby that I might be carrying… but it was better that way.

“Do you think it will work? Do you think doing what he wants will keep us safe?” he asked me

“I don’t know, but I know that making him angry is not the solution.”

Hvitserk huffed and turned his gaze to the ceiling. I knew there was another thing bothering him.

“My love” I called touching his chest “I’m just showing you my opinion and one solution… it doesn’t mean you have to do it… I’m not Ubbe…” I knew how he felt about the situation between them, how Ubbe would say something and he would just follow without having a say. I wasn’t like that, I wanted to share our thoughts and together we would find the answer “I think you should go, do as Ivar requested and when you come back, we should just move from Kattegat… maybe live in the woods like Helga and Floki…”

He stayed a few more moments quiet thinking while I did random patterns with my fingers on his chest.

“I think is a good idea…” he started “But, I don’t want to leave the people of Kattegat in his power, at least not with him crazy like this…”

“So, what do you have in mind?”

“I should go talk to Olaf… but I won’t ask him to join Ivar but Bjorn and Ubbe…”

“And leave Kattegat to Lagertha?” I said furrowing my brows

“I don’t think she’s going to rule for so long, she’s getting old… and Harald wants the throne too.”

I rested my head above his heart.

“I just wanted her dead and Bjorn suffering like I did… like Ivar is doing… I feel that as time passes, I’m losing him more and more… I’m afraid I will never have my grumpy boy back…”

“Let just leave this to the Gods… do you agree with my decision?”

I turned my eyes to him.

“After all of this can we live in a cabin in the middle of the woods?”

“Of course, everything for you two…” he said embracing me even more

“Be careful Hvitserk… I need you… we do…”

“I will. You must be careful too…”

He touched my belly where was supposed to be growing our child and we tried to sleep after so much that happened.

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