#HUMMM see I’m not sure how I’d want this to go

[theloveinc]

Tired, overworked, number two pro-hero Dynamight who is suddenly given custody of a distant relative’s newborn. He tries the whole solo-dad thing out for about a week and a half (his parents coming over to substitute when he’s on duty only to be shooed away the second he gets home)… before he emergency-submits to hiring you as his live-in wet nurse, not realizing how much of your job is going to be taking care of him right alongside his new baby🥺

Oh my god

[the-fiction-witch]

Valentines

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Adorable

Concept Valentines 

I stepped with the tenderest of baby steps from my car across the driveway and into our little London house I made sure to be slow and quiet not wanting to make a sound peaking I to our newly renovated kitchen where Thomas loomed waiting eagerly for his percolator to make his coffee. Dressed up for the day in his red socks, black suit pants with a well pressed seam, his black button down and then his red jumper with he collar of the shirt poking out and both sets of sleaves rolled up the cuffs of the shirt allowed to sit on top. While breakfast was cooking away on the stove top. I set my little bag down just outside the door where he couldn't see it and tried to sneak in however my foot touched Marybelles cat toy causing the bell inside to rattle he glanced over expecting to see Marybelle but he saw me smiling widely

"Darling!" He smiled immediately taking me into his long slender arms squeezing me tightly to his body "I wonder where you were" he says "I got worried when my little darling wasn't beside me this morning, I didn't get chance to give you one of your presents" he pouts 

"That's okay Thomas, I'm sure you can give me my present later"

"I can, but I thought maybe I'd wake you up with it? Like I do on your birthday?"

"That would be nice, I'm sorry I had to grab something from work"

"That's okay, would you like your other presents?" He asks 

"That would be lovely" I smiled giving him a kiss 

"Alright go sit down I'll grab your presents" he says giving me a kiss and heading out to his shed, I moved my little bag hiding it beside me and soon enough he returned and put his hands over my eyes "you ready?"

"Yes" I giggled

"Happy valentine's my darling" he Cooes moving his hands showing the pile of sweetly wrapped presents and bags on the kitchen island 

"Awww Thomas this is too much"

"Well I like to spoil you" he cooed giving me a kiss and sitting down beside me 

"You shouldn't have"

"Well I did. Too late now"

"Thank you very much"

"You're welcome." 

I began opening all the little presents all of which things I had looked at and not bought some point over the last year a new pair of shoes, a new dress, some new jewelry, some chocolate covered strawberries, a nice bottle of my favorite wine,  new set of sexy underwear which honestly is half a present for him and he was clearly thinking that when he bought them given they were black lace with little chain straps, and a beautiful bouquet of red roses.

"Awwww you spoil me"

"I like spoiling you, it's valentine's I like showing how much I love my little darling" 

"Aww thank you very much, I love you too"

"Your welcome, I'm happy you like them" he smiled going to fetch his coffee and bring breakfast over even if it was mostly just toast with options "so what are we going to get up to today? Other than our nice dinner tonight?" 

"Don't you want your presents?" I giggled

"My presents? Awww Darling you didn't have to get me anything"

"Well I did" 

"But it's valentine's it's my time to spoil my girlfriend"

"And I get to spoil my boyfriend too that's how it works Thomas"

"Alright, what did my sweet lady get for me"

I grabbed the bag from its hiding place and set it on the table for him usual a bag to pack some of my presents to take upstairs sitting my flowers in a vase. Mostly so we had the space on the table 

"Oohh big bag for me" he smiled excitedly pulling out the first item "aww I got flowers too?" He smiled pulling out the sweet little boquet of Lillys "I don't often get flowers. Kinda don't as a man" he says 

"Don't want them?" I giggled

"My flowers" he pouts pulling them close "ohh they smell nice, thank you darling. I don't know where I am going to put them… may I borrow a vase?"

"You may yes" I giggled letting him take one of my vases from the cupboard for his own flowers

"Hummm where do I put you?"

"Now you know I feel when you get me flowers" I laughed

"Ah! Beautiful' he smiled sitting them in the kitchen window "what else is in my bag?' he asks sitting back with me again "woo! Cheetos! That's a big bag of Cheetos did you got to the American sweet shop for these?"

"I did proper American Cheetos" I laughed and he quickly opened them 

"Ummm non UK allowed chemicals." He smiled "thank you darling, I will enjoy these likely while I watch my motorbike show tomorrow" he smiled getting the next item "oohh a small book? Awww cute a little coupon book that's adorable" he smiled giving me a kiss and giving it a flip thought

"Personalized for you"

"I see that. Free dominos pizza? Is this real?"

"Yeah, I found it online they build you a little coupon book with codes and such that actually work" 

"That's cool. 20% off any booking! Okay that's great I actually need to use that one the bike needs a new tyre" he laughed flipping thought "What! One item at the motorbike store free! Wait this one says see y/n to redeem"

"Yes that is a notification and allowance coupon this one you see we can go to the motorbike store together I will not complain and you pick something that you want and I pay for it" 

"That's adorable" he smiled "thank you very much darling. I already know what I'm using that for I need a new helmet" he explained "ooooh there's sexy ones at the back… ooohhh dirty girl. I'm saving those up" he smirked 

"You can only use one per transaction day. In the small print"

"...damn it! You really thought of everything didn't you"

"I did"

"Last one, awww he's so cute!" He smiled pulling the last item from the bag a large soft plush of grogo holding a big red heart "he's adorable! Where did you find him!"

"Build a Bear online"

"I love him" he smiled cuddling him tightly  "he even comes with a little adoption certificate" he Cooes "he is my son" he says giving the plush a cuddle "you even made him smell like lavender"

"So he's nice for you to cuddle"

"I adore him. I love him so much." He smiled squeezing him impossibility tightly I was actually surprised he hadn't - 

Immediately the little grogu sound came from the plush as he has clearly triggered the noise button 

"Hhuuuuuu! My son talks!" 

"You happy?"

"Very happy thank you for my presents darling." He smiled giving me a kiss "I love you very much"

"I love you too. Happy valentine's Day Thomas"

"Happy valentine's darling." He smiled "now I shall bond with my small son while we look at my pretty flowers." He smiled

"Alright Thomas, I'm going to try on my lovely new dress" I smiled giving him a kiss and taking my presents upstairs. 

[codename-adler]

Kevin Day and his Oblivious Literature Lover

I’m working on a Jerejean fic but here I just want to write this side Kevin x OC in bullet fic... so here’s my take on Kevin paired with someone who Doesn’t Know ExyTM... might be in multiple parts? if you enjoy that?

>> Table of contents, TW and other parts here!

So. At PSU, if you don’t know “Kevin Day, Son of Exy”, then surely you’ll have encountered “Fucking Kevin, the History Nerd” at least once

however, this second title is not something you remember until you share a class with him and then, OH, you get what the others were talking about

the guy never lets an opportunity pass, much like when he plays exy

BUT but but but... he is NOT a Know-It-All Asshole. Kevin is that one student who won’t let teachers give false or incorrect informations

he just earnestly wants to help and learn, he’s not doing it for attention or out of arrogance/asshole-ness, but to the rest of his class? it just makes the lecture longer and who cares if the guy has a point or if the teachers might be biased? they all just want him to shut up

and here we are, at the beginning of the winter semester, after the terrible Christmas Break and Neil’s back from Evermore and Andrew from Easthaven

Kevin takes an Early American Literature class (does that even exist? if not I just invented for the purpose of this fic SUE ME) as an elective in his History major

the studied works include, of course, the Declaration of Independance, the Constitution, the Federalist Papers, Franklin’s Autobiography etc.

it also includes some epistolary contents, as in, letters between famous historical figures

Kevin, my nerdy boi, physically cannot shut up at the number of inaccuracies his teacher spills, like... no Washington was NOT a great thinker bc hummm slavery? whatdoyoumean Ben Franklin greatly helped to advance the knowledge we now have of electricity? the dude just stood outside with his fucking blanket on a stick and declared “ah yes, big sparks equals small sparks. so light. much electricity.”

like,,,,, he ain’t wrong... but you see how this could disrupt a class? don’t lie to me even his pretty face could not save him from judgement sometimes it’s just too much ok kevin? 

anyways, for midterms each student has to make a presentation on the work of their choice

what did kevin choose? WHAT DID KEVIN CHOOSE??

the letters of A. Hamilton and J. Laurens

why? because Nicky talked about it, and Kevin did not believe him, and so he looked it up, and now he is Kevin The Believer

also, for once, Kevin wouldn’t mind aiming his bullshit detector at a beautifully erased romance... we all need a little love from 400 years ago sometimes...

mind you Kevin has NO idea of the existence of the musical, that will come much later

the night before his presentation, Kengo gets hospitalized again and Kevin is a mess bc no one wants to listen to him rambling about #Lams or the Moriyamas and he does. not. sleep.

day of presentations. a fucking monday. oh joy.

for once, kevin does not want to go first. his thoughts are an endless loop of kengo/tetsuji/riko/jean/evermore

in a moment of unsuspected strength, he raises his hand to go last

he gets up, he’s shaking all over, he can hear his respiration in his head, he tries his hardest to walk up straight to the front of the class

and he crushes it.

the Son of Exy takes over and he just spits out the facts, the analyses, the quotes, the EVERYTHING

the History Nerd comes back to himself as his speech ends, he can’t believe he did it despite everything, he can’t even remember...

but then it’s questions time

nobody raises their hand. do not poke the bear. don’t ask, get out of class fast

until...

there, at the back of the class... just by the window... a small hand rises...

“I’d like to know, if you want to share, which quote is your favorite and/or how it is the unquestionable proof of love between Laurens and Hamilton?”

Kevin is astounded; nobody cares for his presentation, nobody even listens, he’s not even sure the teacher listens, they just give him an A for peace

he looks for the face of the interrogator, they’re too small for him to see behind all the other students; he moves to the side as he thinks of how to formulate the answer that came to him so easily

and as he almost whispers “I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you.“ 

there she is.

he finally sees her. impossibly frizzy hair, light-brown skin, and those dark, dark eyes... 

oh, and that bright little smile she gives him as his answer echoes in the room...

“that is a beautiful declaration, thank you”, she simply says, slighlty nodding as she looks to the floor 

and then class is dismissed. and Kevin is broken out of his haze. and of course he has to bother his teacher some more. but as he stays up front, he keeps stealing glances at the corner of the room, where the girl is packing up

BUT, between glances, she just- disappears

the thing is, he doesn’t know her (why would he? she clearly doesn’t play exy, she must’ve always been behind him, and he never heard her speak before so... she is unimportant to him)

for the rest of the week, Kevin will try his very best to remember forget her

[apex-academy]

Chapter 5: Caring Is a Hazard to Your Health (#27)

We keep shuffling through the room, and I make sure to check behind the file cabinet with Mahavir’s help, but nothing new is turning up. That’s all right. Wasn’t really expecting anything. 

“So, we good?”

“Yeah, I think we’ve checked everything.”

“Thanks for tagging along.”

“No prob, brah.”

“...”

“Are we going to rejoin the others? I’d like to rest for a bit, but that still requires a group, so to speak.”

“I wouldn’t mind settling down for a while.”

“Like, I still got sports ‘n’ stuff to talk about?”

“I might stick with that side ‘f things.”

“Okay. Guess we’re moving the groups around after all. Think you can make it to the gym, Mahavir?”

“Yes.”

Awful lot of trouble, but off we go. Yuki and, surprisingly, Aidan end up joining our “group” to split up in the dorms. All very exciting.

“...”

Guess I’ll be spending a lot of time in here. It’s roomy, at least. The bath’s fine. Conditions could certainly be worse.

Aside from the killing game.

It’s fine. I can’t see everyone respecting the lockdown rules 24/7, but if the opportunities to kill are still harder to come by... we shouldn’t have much to worry about, right?

...

Yuki, Mahavir, and I have our last cooking lesson for a while, with Tsunyasha hanging around to round out the arrangement. I’d like to think I’m getting better at this, but...

Considering where I started, that may not mean much.

...

“Hello, students! It is now nighttime, so, um! Don’t try to go in the cafeteria or anything, and don’t sleep anywhere but the dormitories! I-I’ll see you in the morning…!”

...

“Um, hello! Good morning! It is now 7:00, so the off-limits areas have been reopened! And, um! You have three days left if you want to save your loved ones! Everyone do your best today…!”

Don’t appreciate the countdown to death there. But I guess it’s also our countdown to going back to normal. 

Well, whatever counts as normal in this place.

Kind of have to wonder what “normal” would even be for us without all of this happening. Considering the people in this class, I doubt it would be any closer to “ordinary”. I can only wonder who’s supposed to be in that resident director office. Are they used to managing crowds like this? I’m sure Apex Academy has turned out its fair share of eccentrics, but it’s hard to imagine this class isn’t full of top runners.

Anyway. I’d better get to breakfast.

I ready myself for the day and head out. Guess I put the speed on today, because I’m the first one in the hall. Then again, half of us are seriously injured, so maybe I shouldn’t be surprised.

I start for the main set of doors and reach for a handle. My usual amount of hesitation may be a boon today, because there’s a holler from behind before I can touch it.

“Hey, hey, hang on!!”

I pull back and turn around.

“Good morning to you, too?”

Aidan, still only halfway through his door, pants for a second before wheeling himself farther along.

“Er, yes, that, too, thank you.”

“Anyway, I believe I stated we would all gather before leaving the dorm area for breakfast, so if you don’t mind...”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

I step back just in time for more of us to start filtering in.

“Goooooood morning, everybody!”

“Good morning...”

“Everybody ready to have A Day?”

“Do we have a choice?”

Tsunyasha, when she comes, attempts to shoulder past me.

“Excuse me?”

“If you insist. Consider this a pardon.”

“...”

“What? Do you truly expect me to kowtow to some sinner’s demands?”

“Yes, we do.”

“Goodness.”

“The foolishness in this building is even worse than I had imagined.”

“As fair as that might be, do you mind staying back for one more minute?”

“We only have one more person to wait on.”

“The legless one, yes? I’ve no particular need to greet him.”

“Rude.”

A sudden ripping noise makes me turn around. Aside from Aidan guarding the door with his back to us—guess it’s easier than trying to wheel himself around the other way—nothing seems off.

“Is everything all right...?”

“I think so?”

“Yes, as far as I can tell. At any rate, we might as well keep up conversation.”

“Okay! Does anybody wanna play a game?”

“I spyyyyyy...”

“There’s nothing to spy except doors and each other.”

“Yup!”

Well, he’s sure not disappointed, somehow.

Before he can try to stir up a rousing game of I Spy regardless, Tsunyasha goes over to Kaichi’s door and knocks loudly.

“Fool! Are you yet slumbering?”

So she... is cooperating?

For now. I’m sure she’ll give it up soon enough.

“Let the dude sleep if he wants.”

“Not an option at the moment, I’m afraid. Even if Mister Riseiin will have to go off notes, he is needed at the meetings.”

“Are we discussing x-rays today?”

“My ankle is fine.”

“I doubt that’s the issue.”

“Er, no, I only mean that everyone needs to be present. We’ve gone over this, haven’t we?”

“Uh...”

“I think so!”

Just before Tsunyasha tries to rip the whole doorknob off, Kaichi’s door opens.

“ ‘s there a fire ‘r something, brah?”

“No, you’ve a while yet before you face the pits of Hell.”

“Sweet.”

“Are all of the notes on your door intact, Mister Riseiin?”

Kaichi ducks back to check.

“Looks like?”

“Good. Are we all ready to go, then?”

“Ummm-hummm...”

She heaves a sigh. “At long last, yes.”

The procession heads to the cafeteria, then halves for the kitchen. Apparently Kaichi and I are the guest chefs today, with Yuki and Mahavir at their normal stations. Better than everyone trying to cook in here at once.

And certainly better than trusting Tsunyasha and Ichiriki to make my food for me.

Eventually we settle down for the meeting. Still have a lot of cooking to do after we get through the agenda, though.

“...”

“...”

“Are we... starting the meeting at some point?”

Aidan looks up from his toast.

“Of course! Excuse me.”

He clears his throat.

“All right! Is everyone ready to get down to business?”

“I do wonder, do you even intend to ask anyone besides yourself for announcements this time?”

“If you have anything that goes against our current emergency plan, then no, I would prefer you not announce it or otherwise go through with it!”

“But if there’s anything else of importance, by all means, feel free to announce it!”

“Hmph. What a farce.”

“Kay, if we’re, like, done bashing on each other for no reason?”

“IT’S SPORTS DAY, BABY!″

“A whole day, huh.”

“That’s correct! We’ll begin in the gym, with the possibility of moving on to some other rooms depending on how long the event lasts!”

“You don’t know?”

“We’ll pretty much have the event until one or more of us need to leave, so it’s hard to be sure, yes.”

“Considering certain parties, I’d like to hope we’ll at least be able to start on those terms.”

“By ‘certain parties,’ you mean Tsunyasha, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Yo, Tsuntsun? If you screw this up for us, like, I will beat the crap outta you. Just sayin’.”

“No threats!!!”

“Oh? Don’t you wish you could do such a thing, whelp.”

“Dude, I don’t care what kinda assassin you are, you’re totally not invincible.”

“Like, with all the fancy holy stuff prolly at least mostly? But not totally.”

“How impious.”

“It would be nice if you cooperated, though...”

“We don’t have that many opportunities... to have fun like this, you know?”

“Hmph. I need not bend to your whims.”

“Do you want some dorayaki...?”

“...An exchange could be suitable.”

What a trump card.

“Okay! Once we’ve prepared all our food for the day, we’ll return to our rooms for a few minutes before the sports begin.”

“So we doing, like, Jap’nese school sports festival stuff ‘r what?”

“That would be, like, super fancy?!”

“A bit ambitious for our current situation, I’m afraid.”

“We’ll just have some games that should be manageable for those interested in participating.”

“And plenty of room for those who prefer to watch.”

“Oh, oh!!! Are you gonna do the color commententating?”

“No. He is not.”

“...”

“Aw...”

“But yeah, we got, like, a list of stuff to try and go through?”

“Should I read ‘em off, or should it be a surprise? Hmm...”

“Considering the high likelihood we won’t get through all of them, it may be less disappointing to keep it a surprise.”

“Tru.”

“Is there any setup beforehand?”

“Not really. At least, not for the first event. There may be some setup after that, but we’ll have time to work on it then without keeping everyone waiting.”

I was more concerned about a group going off ahead of time, but I guess that answers the question.

“Any more questions?”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“All right! We’ll have a good deal of time left in the meeting to get the rest of our meals prepared, so if there are any other concerns or announcements, feel free to bring them up anytime!”

“Until then, that’s all I have to say.”

I turn back to my breakfast.

Sports Day, huh? I have to wonder what most of us can do in our condition. But I guess it’s not a bad idea. Get some team spirit going, or something.

Better than sitting around alone thinking about that little sliver of a possibility Monochap’s going to follow through on his threat if no one dies.

“...”

Well, it won’t do me much good to think about it surrounded by people, either. Let’s just keep moving.

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[contrivedcoincidences6]

I’m Dreaming of a Spooky Christmas

@gaycrouton Sorry it took so long! I had the idea right away and then got super anal about it and kept changing the tenses and doing all kinds of crazy shit. Thank you to @observeroftheuniverse for making sure it all made sense. Also thank you to @xfilesfanficexchange for always having neverending patience with me. 

***

A month before Christmas Eve Scully noticed that the office door was sticking. She played with it a bit and it seemed fixed so she moved on. Two weeks before Christmas she noticed that the door had gotten worse and she realized that it needed to be fixed, however, she was on her way out the door so she turned to her busy partner.

“Mulder, could you put in a work order for the door?”

Neck deep in an X file Mulder looked up and nodded absent-mindedly.

Scully looks at him flatly, “Did you hear my question?”

He’s already back to reading as he answers, “Put in a work order.”

She sighs quietly and nods before heading out.

A week before Christmas Scully had given up on the wishful idea that Mulder had ever put in a work order so before she left she filled out an order and held it in front of Mulder’s face.

“All you have to do is deliver this to maintenance.”

He gestured down at the file down in front of him, “Scully, I’m right in the middle of this why can’t you?”

Scully glanced away, “It’s Friday, Mulder.”

Mulder’s eyes widened, “Oh. Yeah. Sorry, I’ll take that up.”

As Scully walked out the door Mulder said, “Uh, good luck.”

She didn’t turn to look his way but nodded, “Thanks. I’ll see you Monday.”

But on Christmas Eve, a day Scully shouldn’t be at the office, Scully finds the basement office to be freezing. And so she goes to open the door to let in some warmer air but when she does, she finds the door stuck in place.

Mulder watches her for a moment, curious, until he remembers something she’d asked him to do a week ago. Something he’d never done.

He looks down at the pile of papers littering the desk and holds back his despair when he sees the work order under a pile of paperwork.

When Scully sighs loudly Mulder looks at his desk as if deep in thought.

“Mulder.”

��Hummm.” Studiously he continues to not read the paper in front of him.

She begins to walk back over to him and each click of her heels sounds to Mulder like one more nail in his coffin.

He doesn’t look up when she begins to rifle through the papers on the desk. Mulder just silently watches her manicured fingers wondering if her nails would draw blood.

Static fills his ears as he watches her grab the work order.

“Are you kidding me?! I ask you for one thing, one fucking thing, Mulder.”

Unearned indignation fills Mulder and he gets up from his desk, stomping to the door, “I’ll get it open.”

After two minutes of violently pulling at the door, a loud clang fills the basement followed by the door handle coming loose causing Mulder to wheel back.

At that Scully doesn’t hide her laugh. His ass hits the desk, and he lets out a few choice words.

Sighing, Scully picks up the phone to call maintenance, a call that naturally goes unanswered.

“Goddammit!” Scully slams down the phone and glares at Mulder.  

“I ask for one thing! I just needed you to be responsible this one time! Mulder, I hardly ever ask you for anything!”

Mulder’s hackles rise to the occasion, “Really? Hardly ever? Half the cases I ask you to read over you don’t even skim before saying no. Maybe if you actually showed more enthusiasm for the work I’d show more enthusiasm for the paperwork!”

“I follow you across the country on a whim, Mulder. I don’t know what more you could possibly want from me. I’ve given everything to our work and you-”

The argument stops suddenly as blood drips from Scully’s nose and lands squarely on the undelivered work order.

An agonized expression comes over Mulder as he stares at the evidence of Scully’s sacrifice, and he really and truly feels like a dick.

Scully, on the other hand, is quick to grab up a tissue.

“Scully-”

“I’m fine.”

Mulder ping-pongs back to fury before Scully can close her mouth.

“No. You’re not fine.” Scully looks back up at him with fire-filled eyes.

“Would you just talk to me?! This isn’t only happening to you Scully! Everyone you love is struggling I just want to help you, I want you to let me in! I’m terrified that I’ll lose you and that the last months of our time together will just be you pushing me further and further away!”

The echoes of his shouts are the only sound after his outburst as Scully stares at him with wide eyes.

As soon as he comprehends his own words he wants to eat them.

“God- Scully- I’m-” He halts when Scully holds up her hand.

“I’m going to try a few more people.” She dabs again at the bloody paper to no avail and nods toward the door, “Keep trying the door.”

Accepting defeat, Mulder does as instructed.

Forty-five minutes later Scully has exhausted all her leads and she thinks that if she hears ‘I’m away for the Holidays please leave a message’ one more time she is going to scream. Mulder, meanwhile, had given up on his mission after only fifteen minutes and has since been making paper airplanes to fly around the office.

Scully bats one away as she listens to a final voicemail.

“Fuck.” She states simply as she sets down the receiver.  

Mulder’s blank yet somehow arrogant expression sets Scully on edge.

“You’re stuck in here too. It’s freezing and I’m supposed to be at my mom’s.” Scully wraps her thin arms around herself.

Mulder flings his arms wide, “I’ve got nowhere to be. Let’s play a game.”

Scully’s brow creases, “You weren't going to see your mother?”

She knows their relationship isn't the most stable but she'd never considered that they wouldn’t be together for the holidays.

“Why didn’t you say something? My mom would have had you over.”

Mulder, unlike his partner, did not mind the sympathy. He drinks in Scully’s care and for a moment he lets it ease the constant ache that’s been living in his chest since Scully had asked him to meet her at the oncology ward. He wants to take her hand but holds back.

“It’s fine, Scully. I’ve got a rotation of bad Christmas movies that I watch every year. And my fish would wonder where I was.”

Scully gazes at him for another moment before looking at the floor, “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“Don’t be. I deserved it; you didn’t deserve to be yelled at though. Especially about…” He trails off; they both know what he means.

Leaning on the desk Scully thoroughly examines her shoes, “I could be more open… I know this hasn't been easy on you- I just don't want you to think that I can’t do the work.”

“I would never think that.”

The two share a meaningful look for a long moment before Scully shivers and Mulder becomes filled with regret.

“Hey remember when the temperature dropped a few years ago and we had to keep blankets? I think there are still some hidden in here somewhere.”

A few minutes later Mulder has made them a makeshift fort. He crouches down inside and offers Scully a hand and she joins him.

A blanket is pulled from his desk to the wall and makes a tunnel from under the desk. The cold floor is covered in a couple pillows and blankets.

“Why are there pillows in the office?” Scully asks as she sits on one.

Mulder looks away and shrugs, “Sometimes I decide to just sleep here.”

Scully can’t suppress the little smile that crosses her lips.

“Well, I guess I should thank you for your obsessiveness then.”

“I prefer to think of it as work ethic.”

“Sure, work ethic.”

“So what do you want to do Scully? Strip poker? Twenty questions? Trivia?”

Scully snorts, “It’s freezing Mulder. And you know I hate playing both of those with you.”

“How about name that serial killer?”

“There is no such game.”

“I’m making it a game right now. I’ll think of one and you ask questions like ‘are they organized or disorganized?’ and ‘are they bigger than 5 bread boxes?’”

Scully can’t hold back her laughter and when she giggles Mulder’s eyes light up.

“I love your laugh.” It pops out of his mouth before he can consider it.

But she just looks at him with soft eyes, “Thank you.”

Scully rubs her hands together and tries to hide them in her coat until Mulder tentatively takes her hands between his and blows warm air on them.

She wants to pull them away but the warm sensation radiates through her hands into her body and down her spine so she doesn’t resist.

“I’m really sorry about this, Scully. You should be with your family.” He keeps her hands between his under a blanket.

“Bill’s not too happy with me anyways. No one really is, actually.” She takes a breath, “I’m worried they’re all going to act strange around me.”

Mulder’s brow furrows.

“I’m worried they’re going to act like it’s my last Christmas.”

Mulder’s face falls and he squeezes her hands.

“Do you think it’s my last Christmas, Mulder?”

Mulder feels drained of blood. No. No, never, I won’t let it. No.

He realizes he’d been muttering the words out loud and shakes his head, “Absolutely not.”

Her smile is the kind that adults use on children who make ridiculously hopeful statements.

“You don’t think that do you?” His voice is so quiet that it’s nearly drowned out by his own breathing.

“I’m not sure.” Scully plays with his fingers, “I hope not.”

Mulder pulls one hand away from her and cups her cheek; “I’ll find a cure for you Scully, I promise, whatever it takes.”

And to Mulder's absolute horror Scully begins to cry.

“Oh, Scully.”” He pulls her against him but is still surprised when her arms wrap around his neck. She grasps desperately at his jacket.

It’s quiet for a moment until he feels a small smile against his neck, “Can you get us out of the basement first?”

His laughter is unexpected and he kisses her forehead, “Now that I can’t promise.”

What is even more unexpected than her joke is her kiss. The shivers down his spine have nothing to do with the freezing basement or her chilly lips. The kiss is gentle but he can’t stop his tongue from brushing lightly against her lip before they pull away. They are just a breath apart after that and his hand goes to her cheek.

“Your hand is cold.” Scully says with a breathy laugh.

“Can you warm it up for me?” Mulder traces her lip with his thumb.

She begins to laugh in earnest but he cuts her off with another kiss. Scully’s own icy fingers begin to run through his hair.  

Scully’s tongue warms his lips. They move closer together, trying to get their bodies as close as they can but the layers of clothing and coats prevent the nearness they crave.

After a few minutes of fumbling Scully begins to violently pull at Mulder’s coat only to find two more layers which she bypasses in irritation until she’s finally able to flatten her palm against his bare chest.

His heartbeat is strong under her hand and it speeds up when she brushes her thumb over his nipple. Desperation at an all-time high, Mulder clumsily tears at Scully’s clothing as his lips find a nice soft purchase on her neck.

They form a cocoon around the two of them and pull closer together, finally skin to skin. In the dark, under the blankets, they exist in a world alone. The air between them is heady and peppered with moans, small words, and breathless laughs. Mulder tries to find various spots that draw reactions from Scully. He nips at her collarbone and she sighs, he runs his fingers down her ribs and she laughs and squirms. His favorite one though is the reaction he gets when the tips of his fingers find her swollen clit. The resulting noise is very un-Scully like and he wants to hear it again. His efforts are rewarded many times over as he finds new combinations and sounds.

He’d always been a curious, hands-on learner.

Time is an impossible concept to them but when Scully finally comes for the first time she’s had enough of his shenanigans.

She pulls Mulder around until he is cradled between her legs. Mulder makes a slightly disappointed sound when he is forced to disengage his mouth from her breast but is pleased when his length is finally pressed against her.

His immediate reaction is to thrust forward and she reacts in kind right back. Scully recalls dry humping with her first boyfriend in the back of a car and lets out a snicker.

Mulder pulls his head back and raises an eyebrow, highly entertained by the look of naughty happiness on his partner's face.

“Does this not remind you of teenage humping at a drive-in?” Her reply is interrupted by giggles and whimpers.

Mulder, though, lets out a belly laugh at that and pulls her hips tight up against his.

Lowering his head so his lips brush her ear he whispers, “I always found classier places to do the dirty.”

“Classier than a blanket fort in a locked basement?” Scully tried to sound teasing but it left her lips with a moan that killed any real intent.

“Only the best for you, Scully.”

Mulder, always a fan of the dramatic, chooses this moment to position himself and push inside of her. The response is indeed dramatic. Scully’s nails drag down his back and Mulder is sure he’s seeing the face of god.

They pause for a moment to take it in and Scully pulls Mulder’s head back so she can cup his face.

The two smile at each other then and before their movements start back up they share a tender kiss.

Tenderness takes a backseat after Mulder begins to thrust and both of them become frantic. The blankets and pillows under them can’t totally hide the rigidity of the concrete floor and much maneuvering is required to keep up constant movement.

After a time Mulder makes a decision for both of them and quickly, as quickly as one can under a pile of blankets, flips his position.

Once Scully is sitting astride she decides to throw off the blanket covering them and is finally able to clearly see Mulder’s face.

This is a delightful development for Mulder whose hands are drawn to Scully’s breasts like a flower opens to the sun. They’re loud then and in the back of Scully’s mind, she is glad that they are apparently alone in the building.

Under the fort, they truly do forget everything else for a time. They forget her cancer, the broken door, the X Files, Christmas, family. The only thing that exists is the two of them.

Together they achieve the nearly impossible: simultaneous orgasm. It rips through them together as Scully holds Mulder’s hands to her breasts.

After some jerky movements and shivers, Scully collapses bonelessly onto Mulder whose arms wrap around her automatically.

He strokes her hair with one hand and her back with the other as he enjoys her breath on his neck. Scully holds tight and thinks that this is a pretty nice way to spend Christmas Eve, even if it is her last. At that thought she kisses Mulder’s neck and burrows in deeper against him, hoping he can keep reality at bay for now. Later they will make more calls and try to bash down the door and argue more about solutions while eating stale hostess cakes, but for now, they enjoy the quiet sounds of the other’s breathing. Mulder pulls some hair out of Scully’s face and watches her close her eyes and smile. A true Christmas miracle.

Kissing her temple he murmurs to her, “Merry Christmas, Scully.”

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Afterthoughts of FFXV’s 2nd anniversary stream

Okay, so... it’s taken me a while due to a mix of having blurted out my thoughts of how I lived it all on Twitter not much time after the stream (you can read it here, if you’re interested: https://twitter.com/Eirenare/status/1060552739044950022 ) and how much it stings to still think about it, but...

Welp, it was about time I said something about it here.

I’m going to go first with the cons and then the pros...

~ CONS OF THE STREAM ~

I still can’t believe Square-Enix higher-ups took away from us 3 of the 4 promised DLCs (among who knows what amount of stuff beside FFXV that we’ll probably never know about). I just still can’t believe it. With that, they:

— robbed us of and Lunafreya of the spotlight she finally was going to get (because, as much as I love Kingsglaive and she’s a badass there, Lunafreya certainly needed more fleshing out)

— robbed us of the opportunity of kicking asses with Aranea, a freaking badass dragoon knight

— robbed us of seeing more Niflheim, and maybe of seeing Tenebrae

— maybe even robbed us of having Loqi as partner of Aranea if my theory would have been right, or seeing more Ravus, and overall probably seeing more of the other characters of Niflheim

— robbed us of the opportunity of seeing Noctis challenge a freaking fucking cruel fate he didn’t deserve and the cruel fates of the others, to get them all a deserved happy ending

— robbed us and all the characters of said happy fate they deserved after all the amount of shit they had to put up with... which means we may have also seen Nyx and the others alive and happy too

It just STINGS. SO. MUCH. It makes me feel sad, angry, annoyed, frustrated.

And it strikes me as just SO dumb to cancell these DLCs. They were in production, there was already money invested in them, AND they were going to sell for sure, given their content (more Ardyn backstory? THAT LITERALLY WON THE SURVEY. Playing as Aranea? HIGHLY requested it. Lunafreya getting more fleshed out? HIGHLY requested and was 2nd on the survey, and it was HIGHLY needed. Noctis fighting to give a happy ending to his people? Don’t know how much it was requested, but it was very interesting AND the characters deserved it)... I mean: of all the things they’ve cancelled, couldn’t Square-Enix’s higher-ups AT LEAST leave FFXV in peace and let it end as intended??

They’ve pissed off SO many people with these cancellations... A TON of us. And with reason. It was just disgusting.

I  H O P E  that, as Tabata’s team mentioned, they can at least tell us the stories of the cancelled DLCs in any other ways (anime, manga, online written chapters, whatever it is), but I still don’t want to get my hopes too high because, you know... Because, well, if the CEO and the rest of the higher-ups decided to cancell DLCs that had been advertised for MORE THAN 1 YEAR, and say it in a 2nd Anniversary stream, anything can happen.

And this may feel like it stings a fuckton for us, but the worse part it was Tabata and his team who took it: imagine working with such excitement to make these DLCs come true, to then, after some time in production, being told “nope”. It must have stung SO MUCH to them. They’ve been working to give all of us fans a ton of content after release, specially content that’s been asked for, and what they get is a kick in the groin.

I really hope Tabata has all the luck in this world with his next projects, free from the shackles of a company that’s beeing doing lame for a long time and it just won’t stop doing lame...

And here I hope the actual CEO is replaced, and that the structure of Square-Enix changes. Because if they don’t, I think they’ll be fucked up sooner than later. Also, the dream: all of the amazing people that’s left Square-Enix, making a good company together.

I’d also would like to say that I’m VERY thankful towards Tabata. He’s done an amazing job, and it stings to think that he’s seeing FFXV ending like this, without him being allowed to finish it as he would have liked it. I mean, you saw his last interview, not much time before the 2nd Anniversary stream (I think it was 1-2 months ago)? He was SO delighted talking about his intentions with the DLCs... Not to mention that, if I remember well, he specially wanted to see Lunafreya’s DLC happen, not just because of giving it to the fans, but because he really wanted that a ton.

If Tabata’s resignment really wasn’t him being pressed to go out, I have to say I’d totally understand that he’d go away from the company on his own, given what I’ve said before...

So, thank you for everything Tabata, and the same goes for your team. I wish you all the best of lucks. FFXV has been absolutely crucial to me these last 2 years and it’s given me SO MUCH and helped me so much... This journey’s forever going to be etched in my heart and soul.

And, well... with this, I’d like to move to the good things of the stream.

~ PROS OF THE STREAM ~

Episode Ardyn has me so, SO hyped. Like... Damn, it looks amazing. That trailer alone gave us scenes, gave us a bit of gameplay, and if I was trembling while watching the stream (although I was watching it live in JP so I had to rely on Twitter to know what was going on)? That became SHAKING. I even took my hand to my mouth in a fist and bite a bit on my knuckles.

Just... Poor Ardyn. It was my headcanon that he’d been imprisoned for such an ungodly amount of time at Angelgard, but I couldn’t foresee that they’d show him HANGING FROM CHAINS PIERCING HIS BODY (that was hard, and unexpected in the sense of that scene may be enough to raise the rating even without blood). As in, 2.000 years alone is horrible, 2.000 years alone in a cell is worse, 2.000 years alone in a cell after such traumatic events is even worse, but 2.000 years alone HANGING LIKE THAT?

Oh boy. My poor Ardyn. I wanna hug him even more now...

However, on another tone: now we know how his body really looks like underneath so many layers of clothing, and that HE HAD A PONYTAIL. That ponytail BLESSED ME. I love characters with ponytails SO much.

Also: YOUNG REGIS AND YOUNG VERSTAEL AND OMG  S O M N U S . AND more explorable Insomnia AND during daytime? Sign me up. And the implications of the foreshadowing with Prompto, among other good amount of foreshadowing... A LOT of things make sense now, and I’m sure a lot more about Ardyn’s behavior and words will make sense when the DLC launches. And THE POSSIBILITIES. Imagine if we get to know or, best, see something about Noctis’ mother, Aulea? Or Noctis as a baby? Or, depending on if the DLC features different years, maybe even the Kingsglaive or others? I’m just SO excited.

Maybe they’ll do like they did with Episode Ignis and somehow put multiple endings on Episode Ardyn, too...? Hummm... *thoughtful*

ALSO: anime short movie of Ardyn. ANIME SHORT MOVIE OF ARDYN. I used to say wishfully that what if they were doing an anime of him, AND THEY ARE. Holly. And it’s about the PAST, the way they worded it. Can’t wait for the teasers in December 15th and January!

Imagine just how much hyped I was watching the trailer that it easily overcame my sadness, anger and annoyance of the cancellations for like 2 hours.

Other good things, little but nice, are the FFXIV collab and the clothings for the chocobros (specially Noctis with the cat ears and tail omg, hi at long last Nyactis), and the fact that they haven’t said they’ve cancelled the level editor, which means we could maybe still be getting it... Here’s to hoping.

So, in the end: I’m both in sorrow and excited about FFXV. Sorrow because it’ll end way sooner than expected and not in the expected way, and sorrow because of the cancellations, but excited about Episode Ardyn and its anime prologue.

To finish, I’d like to thank anyone that might have read this post, and wish you a good day (or night)!

*crossing fingers and doing every possible luck ritual in existance so that we may get the cancelled DLCs’ stories at least told in any other media*

Also: I have the feeling I’ve forgotten to say something, but I don’t know abskdng Dx

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Current Episode: The Retract

You know... The older you get, the more you value your alone time. Or just time in general. I remember a much younger me, going out to party pretty much all weekend. Drinking copious amounts of booze, looking for a crush that same night. This weekend I spent alone, entirely getting high and sleeping, resting for the week ahead. Adulting man...it’s weird. I bet a bunch of you, much like me, would go back to their younger selves and say, “Don’t ever say, ‘I can’t wait to grow up’“. I made this blog as a venture to express myself to complete strangers. None of my family or friends know about this and I kinda wanna keep it that way. There’s no right way into living life. Infact, the only way to learn life is to make mistakes and learn from that or others. We get older and compare ourselves to others, mainly our parents or friends. I now find that less is more. Less people around me equals more happiness. With life, the more you think you know, the less you’ll understand. Keep that in mind. Right now I’m going through a weird moment in life. I’ve cut all my friends out; they are just one giant disappointment after another. In fairness, a combination of life issues, plus their cock ups have created a giant snowball effect which I’ve decided to avoid by becoming a recluse. At times I catch myself thinking about suicide, but a few things are stopping me from actually doing it. One: I’m too good looking to kill myself. I mean, I think i’m good looking and I’ve never had an issue with women or sexual confidence. Two: who’s really gunna take care of my cat if I die? Like I’m thinking about that now and kinda peeved if someone gets my cat and doesnt take care of her. Three: I’m not a God fearing man, but being raised Catholic to some degree has taught me that suicide and renouncing God are the only two ways into Hell. I don’t really wanna take that chance nor have my last living action condemn me for the afterlife I’d be so fast to head to. Damn mythology from the Church! Curse you! I guess I’ll lay it out there for you. My government is suing me for unpaid student loans. Nothing crazy. Something like 12k, but it’s gotten to small claims court and lawyers and well....this is a first experience for me. If you don’t know, I do not do well with first experiences. There’s a learning curve and a coping issue when it comes to first experiences. While my recovery time has greatly increased since I was in my twenties, it still takes a few days for me to see the larger picture of things and regain a level head. To each their own. At work, I was dealing with becoming a fresh new leader among the new and old set of crews. Another first experience, which I managed to flub, atleast I feel that I flubbed it up. There was a moment when I called out three co workers for their lack of ...well...work ethic. You’ll have seen it or been through it. You’re working and you’re working hard. Just grinding, but others are kinda lolly-gagging and gingerly moving when you need post-haste movement. Sure it was the first show; Sure I made the inappropriate call over the radio for a meeting. I had to express myself to these guys that whatever it was that they were doing that day, was complete garbage. I alienated them and myself. Coulda chosen a better way to approach it really. That same night, pretty much broke down in front of my boss. Humiliating in retrospect, but the build up of things got to me. The fact that my landlord refuses to fix a wall in my place, so when it rains heavy, mushrooms grow outta the baseboards. MUSHROOMS! INSIDE! How the fuck... it’s only been six months since I reported the first of three incidents. Who know’s what’s behind and under those walls and floors. Who knows what spores i’ve been breathing in. Then I get to work and I’m put in this situation where I have more responsibility and I’m being relied on to do more and lead a motley crew. These guys and I came up together and now symbolically, I’m above them but they just aren’t taking the things I take serious, serious themselves. You know how frustrating that is?! When you need to get the job done and they are like, “Yeah, okay hummm”. Main problem of that stemmed from the fact that some new guy, a real new aged stoner complainer type, created a stir with me over absolutely nothing. I’m trying to help this fool and he snaps at me, goes behind my back and tells my boss i’m bullying him?! The man is 40 something and at best, a pan sexual imp. If he can’t handle direction or control his sensitive side, then I suggest he apply to Wal-mart to become a greeter. The guy legit goes out of his way (and brags about it) to sue people or corporations where he can. That should tell you what type of character he is. He was the first one I cut out this year. I’ll let him be someone elses problem. As for the other co-workers I disciplined with that meeting, we seem to be on better terms, but realistically since they won’t know, or understand my responsibilities going into this new season, I’ve quietly backed away and kept my own counsel towards things and people.  Oh my phone screen broke at work. Managed to go several phones without having that issue and boom; it happened. My boss said he could fix it, if I got the spare parts. I did! Then he lost my phone! Can you believe that?! Lost my broken phone... He claims he found it and fixed it, but that was day’s ago... Funny how when you’re phone goes MIA, life turns upside down. In my case, it took a while. I deleted all my social media weeks ago. That’s means I was using my phone as an actual phone. Also tells you how pissed off I was with people and the world. One disappointment after another. I figured I needed to recharge my batteries and focus on myself again. Of course the sudden deletion of social media prompted others to bother me on the daily if I was, “okay”. Unbeknownst to them, each time someone asked me if I was, “okay”, I felt more and more uneasy. I really questioned there for a good solid moment how much I had left in the tank. So a broken screen on a phone wasn’t a bad thing. My boss losing my phone after having it for two days...kinda irked me. But what irks me more is that I believe he fixed it and hasn’t give it back to me. I say that because I went into the office and saw my phone charging. Atleast I think it was my phone. It has no sim card in it, so when I touched the home button, and saw it had no sim card, but a fresh new screen, I began to think.... “Why? Why hasn’t this been given to me?!” Esp after the intense, painstakingly slow process it took to back up my old phone to new software and the back up. The process of removing apps and pictures and songs to acquire the capacity space needed for the restore. The endly prompts telling me the restore didn’t work, to log in for this or that ID. Like fuck! A good solid two hours of my life, gone! Reading about how to fix iTunes and error codes, just to load information onto my burner phone, when I likely have a perfectly good phone, not being used or given to me?! HELP!!! As you can imagine, when I got served my papers, I had to rethink and redo all my budget. The end result was losing a lot of savings money to off set a credit card. Fine, I did it, it’s outta the way and done for. I’m thankful for that, but a lack of money has always made me...moody. Without money, you can’t pay for rent or food or anything! Money is freedom and you understand it better as you get older. Add all the issues I just stated above and you get a fuck storm. So to recap: -Got sued -expunged most of my money -Strained workplace relationships -People & friends letting me down consistenly -Broke phone -Boss lost phone trying to fix it -Several mistakes made which I was hard on myself and that’s been how it’s going of late. I’m dealing with it better; having no social media actually helps. But for fucks sakes, I use the whole being sued thing just floats on. They are not disputing my payment plan and want me to pay more. Like fucking blood suckers. I know happiness is a choice. I know tough times don’t last, tough people, But all I want to do right now is disappear....

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“Are you flirting with me?”

Requested by anon sorry I didn’t post this yesterday lol

Word count: 1,292

Dragging yourself through the door, you had finally made it to Starbucks to get some coffee before your first class at 8am. Although you hated having an 8am, your morning coffee always made it somewhat bearable. As you walked in there was a long line as usual. Everyone comes to this damn Starbucks in the morning. You stood in line and waited for a cash register to open up so you could place your order. Once it was your turn you ordered your usual drink and then waited at the counter for them to hand you your drink. After waiting about 5 minutes you saw a barista slide what you assumed was your drink on the counter. You reached your hand out about to grab the cup when someone else grabbed the cup before you.

“Hey, I think that’s mine.” You said with a bit of annoyance in your voice. Mornings were not your thing.

You looked over to see a tall golden skin toned guy. He was dressed in a nice button down and some black skinny jeans. Shoot he could have your drink if he wanted it.

“Is it yours?” He asked turning the cup in his hand to look at the label on it. He sounded like he had a bit of an australian accent but you weren’t sure.

Sure enough it had your name on it written in black sharpie.

“(Y/N)” He smiled down at you, giving you an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry Miss (Y/N), didn’t mean to grab your cup, guess we ordered the same drink.” He laughed holding the drink in front of you.

“It’s okay you can have it.” You lightly pushed the drink in his hand towards him.

“Um excuse me.” An angry middle aged woman said, trying to get her drink.

“Oh shit, sorry, we’ll move.” The guy moved away a little from the counter so that you two weren’t in everyone's way. Sure enough right after you moved you saw another barista set down the guy’s drink. You quickly picked it up.

“Looks like you have my drink now.”

You turned the cup to see the name on the side of the cup. It read Callum.

“Calum” You said looking up at him with a smile.

“That would be me except looks like they spelled it with two L’s, I only have one L.” He grabbed two straws, handing one to you.

“You can keep my drink it doesn’t matter anymore.” Calum tore the paper off of his straw and stuck it in his drink. You did the same.

“I’m going outside, wanna join me?” He asked.

“Sure, i gotta go soon though.” You said following him towards the door. Calum held the door open for you and you began scanning the front of the shop to find an empty table.

“Hummm.” You hummed not seeing anywhere to sit.

“They look like they’re leaving.” Calum walked towards a table and sat down as soon as the two women sitting there stood up. He waved you over. You sat down beside him placing your bookbag on the floor and your drink on the table.

It was nice this morning. Not too cool, just a little breeze blowing every now and again.

“So (Y/N) I’d like to get to know you. You give off good vibes.” He said placing his cup on the table and placing his hands in his lap. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Are you flirting with me?” You asked laughing a little at the end of your question.

“Maybe I am? You just seem like cool person, and your looks might also be contributing to how I feel about you but it’s hard to tell right now though since I just met you.” He nervously smiled at you, making eye contact for a split second before looking past you.

“Well, thank you.” You laughed then sipped your drink.

“So where do you have to be soon? You said you had to get going.” He asked.

“Oh I have class in about 20 minutes and I need to get to class. You wanna walk there with me. It’s not too far from here.” You said pulling your phone out to check the time.

“Um yeah sure. You wanna get going now so you aren’t late?” He sat up in his chair.

“Sure, we can stroll on over there.” You grabbed your bag, stood up and pushed the chair in. Calum did the same.

“You lead the way.” He said holding his hand out.

You began walking and he followed beside you.

“So you go here?” You asked.

“Actually no, I’ not even in college, I just go to this Starbucks cause it’s close to where I live.”

“Ahh, so do you work?” You asked looking up at him.

“Um, kinda, not really.” He hesitated.

“So what do you do?” You were curious now. What could a regular guy like him be up to.

“Well I’m kinda in this band. We’re not that popular though.” He was looking down at the pavement infront of him.

“Really? What’s your band called?” You asked almost begging him to answer you.

“If you really wanna know, it’s called 5 Seconds of Summer.” He looked at you, the right corner of his mouth tugged up into a grin.

“That sounds so familiar, hold on a sec.” You took your phone out of your pocket.

“Oh no don’t go looking us up please everything is so crin….” Calum said before you cut him off.

“Oh my god. I know why I recognize you.” You laughed. You googled the band name and sure enough you remembered the band. Your friend used to be obsessed with them back in 2012 but you two kind of grew distant.

“I used to have a friend and she was so obsessed with your band in like 2012.” You were laughing looking at the old pictures that came up in google images.

“We were so weird back then, oh geez.” He was looking at some picture of himself that you had on his phone.

“Sorry.” You tried to calm yourself down.

“This is gold.” You shoved your phone back into your pocket.

“Yeah that’s my band, were doing alright I guess.” His cheeks were turning a little red with embarrassment.

You two made it to the lecture hall you needed to be at. You stood infront of the doors.

“Well Mr.Calum, I’ve gotta get going. It was fun hanging out with you this morning. You made my morning a little less shitty.” You grinned a little at him.

Calum was smitten. He smiled at you, the corner of his eyes crinkling. The more you looked at him the more you were beginning to fall for him.

“Ummm, can I get your number?” Calum held his hands behind his back, looking down at his feet.

“Yeh,sure. You want to give me your phone and I can give me my phone.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket unlocking it.

“Yeah, that would be cool.” Calum grabbed his phone from his back pocket and unlocked his phone. The two of you exchanged phones. After you were done you handed him back his phone and he returned yours.

“So when do you get out of class?”

“In an hour and thirty minutes.”

“Okay well I guess I’ll text or call you later then?” Calum was scratching the back of his head.

“Sure! I’d love to hang out or something another time maybe.” You said placing your keycard on the censor to open the door.

“Yeah, yeah sounds good.” He said backing up.

“See yah!” You said opening the door and waving him off. Hopefully this wasn’t the last time you two talked.

might be some typos cause I didn’t really edit this soz lol

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Diabolik Lovers Lost Eden ☆Translation☆ Laito Dark 09

Firstly, I'd like to thank @kanatos-laugh for helping me translate a line I was struggling with. Thank you Cat, you’re the best (*^▽^*) Secondly, I'm sorry guys it's been so long since I last posted a translation, tbh I've been really busy and lazy these past few weeks, so that's why I didn’t post much. And that's absolutely not because I've joined a DL discord with awesome people with whom I talk about a lot of things but mostly about perverted stuff. Anyway, I hope I'll have the time/motivation to post as many translations as I posted before from now on! On that note, enjoy~

Place: Sakamakis' House's Exterior

Laito: --Alriiight. Come on, come here.

Yui: (We're in front of the Sakamakis' house......What is he planning to do in such a place?)

Laito: Nfu. You're looking at me like you're wondering "What is he planning to do?".

Yui: Yeah......

Laito: Since you told me to put you to the test, I was thinking of doing something you'd find intolerable, as you wished.

Yui: Uh......

Laito: How about I blow that mansion up with my power?

Yui: You're saying that......Knowing full well that everyone is sleeping inside?

Laito: Of course.

Yui: (What should I do? He is......Trying to test me......)

Laito: I can't use as much power as in the Demon World, but, right now, I still have enough power to blow this mansion up with only one hand.

Without leaving any trace. Kukuku.

Yui: ............

(I wouldn't be the only person who'd be pained if he were to blow his brothers up......I bet Laito-kun would be even more pained than me by that.)

Laito: So, what will you do?

Yui: That's--

(What should I do? What should......I answer......?)

=>You're the only one who'd be hurt by that =>Just do whatever you want

=>You're the only one who'd be hurt by that

Yui: ......Even if you did that, wouldn't you be the only one who would be hurt by that?

Laito: ......Eh?

Yui: It isn't my family inside here. It's yours, Laito-kun.

Laito: I see. You're right. But wouldn't it be painful for you too, Bitch-chan?

Because humans have feelings, right?

Yui: Of course, it'd be painful. But if you told me that you were really determined to do that......I wouldn't stop you.

Laito: Hummm......I see, you were thinking about putting the blame on me.

Yui: Because that's the truth.

=>Just do whatever you want

Yui: Just do whatever you want.

Laito: Hummm. What a cold response. Everyone will cry if you say such a thing, Bitch-chan, y'know?

For you to say such a thing, does it mean that you don't feel anything?

Yui: ......No way. I'd be sad, of course. Because it'd mean I'd lose close acquaintances.

But if you told me you wanted to do that......Then it couldn't be helped.

Laito: Nfu. You're acting though. Why don't you stop it already?

Yui: ......Uh......

Laito: --Well, who cares. If that's how it's going to be, then......

Yui: Uh......!

Laito: I'll blow it up......Magnificently.

Yui: Laito-kun......Uh......

Laito: Is it really okay? This......It will be your fault, y'know? Because you didn't stop me, everyone will die.

Yui: Uh......It's unfair of you to say such a thing.

Laito: Kukuku......Maybe......

Yui: (Uh......What should I do......? Does Laito-kun really......Intend to attack them......!?)

???: Wait, wait! What do you think you're doing!!

Yui: (......!? Eh? What......The face of an unknown boy......Suddenly emerged from the window.)

Laito: --Nfu. You can tell just by looking, can't you? I'm going to blow this mansion up.

???: Uh......Stop!! If you're going to blow that mansion up, can't you wait for me to get out of here!?

Yui: (What does it mean!? What on earth......)

???: Here we......Go! Okay, everything's fine now. Come on, you can do it.

Laito: --Humm. I changed my mind.

Yui: (Laito-kun......?)

???: Eeeh!? Why?

Laito: I was thinking of getting rid of the bug who infiltrated the mansion, but since he came out on his own, I'll obviously stop.

???: Bug!? That's a fine thing to say.

Laito: I think nicknaming you after the bugs I hate so much......Fits quite well someone like you, who just go in and out of people's house as you please.

Yui: Going in and out as he pleases......Eh, could it be that you are......

Laito: Nfu.

He's the vampire who's been lurking around us lately.

???: You can tell just by my aura. As expected of Karlheinz's successor, I should say.

Yui: ......!

(Laito-kun knew that this person was in the mansion......That's why he was about to blow it up......?)

(Eh, wait a bit. Does it mean he would really have blown the mansion up if this person hadn't come out!?)

Kino: I never greeted you properly, so here it is. I'm Kino. Nice to meet you.

Yui: ......Hahaa......

(I'm not sure how I should respond to that.)

Laito: Who cares about greetings. Get to the point.

Yui: To the point......?

Laito: You came here to steal my power, right?

Kino: Yeah, that's true. You catch on quick, it helps a lot.

Laito: Nfu. Because, unless they actually want to be trained by me......

That's the only reason why someone would be lurking around me like that.

Even so, why did you kill Uncle?

Yui: Eeh!? Then, this person--

Kino: Yeeeah! I'm the one who killed him. Well, I did it just the other day.

Yui: Uh......!

Kino: Well, long story short, he was just becoming annoying. I mean, I never intended to work with him in the first place.

He just got excited all on his own somehow, and made moves without anyone having requested him to do so.

He came to me a while ago with an extremely threatening attitude. So annoying......

It seemed like he was going to become troublesome, so it was now or never. I wonder whether I should proclaim a declaration of war on you guys, too, in regards to this incident.

Yui: A declaration of war......

Kino: Well, it looks like I don't need to go that far, though. It seems to me that you already have a good grasp of the situation.

Yui: (......He's speaking in a somewhat light-hearted way, so I'm a bit confused......)

Laito: By the way, couldn't you have come here earlier?

Kino: Eh? What do you mean?

Laito: You didn't really need to come up with such a scheme to kill Uncle and declare war on us.

I can just give you this power if you want it.

Yui: L-Laito-kun......!

Kino: You say that lightly, but do you really understand......What it means to hand over your power?

Laito: --Of course.

Yui: Eh!? But earlier......

Laito: That was a lie.

Yui: Is that so......But why did you lie......

Laito: Because I knew you were going to make a fuss. Here take that--

Yui: (A silver knife......? No way--)

Kino: ......Humm. Well, if you're ready for it, it's okay I guess.

Laito: I've been ready for that for a long time--

I want to finally be released......So......

Hurry up and kill me.

Yui: Uh!!!!

(In order for him to hand over his power, the bearer of said power has to die......!)

Laito-kun was acting like he knew full well what he was doing.

Kino-kun is in the house and Laito-kun don't have any choice but to die in order to hand him over his power--

I can't help but be totally dumbfounded. Everything is because of Karlheinz-san's power. And so are Laito-kun's emotional problems, caused by the fact that he refuses to accept this power, no matter what, too......

However, I still don't want Laito-kun to die, after all.

Is that selfish of me to think that?

[nctexto]

soft bias tag!

I was tagged by the lovely @yikescaterina! Thank you so much darling <3 Tagging: anyone who wants to do this! If you see this and think it looks fun, just say I tagged you! Or you can just send me your soft thoughts on your biases, that would be fun!

❀ 1. Who’s my bias? Ugh I have so many haha. For this, I am going to pick Jun from Seventeen!

❀ 2. What made you notice him/her? Humm. I’m not sure honestly. I can never remember what drew me to my biases ever :/ It was probably because I really liked performance unit at first so I was always watching them. 

❀ 3. What’s your favorite thing about him? Gosh I love so much about Jun. One of my favorite things is that he loves to make people happy. He just lives to make others happy and smile. Like in vlives and interviews and stuff he just hangs around and makes funny faces and is silly and it’s adorable. I also love how clingy he is with the members! He’s such a loving boy and just wants to share his love woiehbgwfies. Plus he’s so passionate about everything he does and I just love it so much. 

❀ 4. Who would initiate skin ship more? Definitely Jun! He is such a touchy, clingy boy haha. 

❀ 5. Who would hog the blankets more? Hummm. Perhaps Jun. Just because I feel like I get hot pretty quick so I might just not have the blankets as much. 

❀ 6. Who would be more clingy? Again, Jun! He is so clingy hahah. 

❀ 7. Who would say i love you first? This is difficult. I know I always wait until other people say it? Like with friends, once they say I love you, then I will too. And I see Jun as being a lot more shy (?) in a relationship. Kind of like taking his time and what not. So I feel like between us, it would just slip out one day haha. I think he might let it slip first though. 

❀ 8. Who would be easily flustered? Oh boy hahaha. Jun gets SO FLUSTERED sometimes; it’s really cute! But I also can get quite flustered. I think he would be more easily flustered though. I think I can play it off pretty well haha. 

❀ 9. What cuddling position would you two have? Hummmm... I feel like Jun would be the person to just come and lay on me hahaha. So whatever really, as long as we were attached. I quite like he idea of him laying lower on me so he can rest his head on my stomach and I can play with his hair. I feel like he would like being comforted like that. He seems a bit like he would (secretly) love to be held. I could honestly talk about how I’d love to cuddle him for days )’:

❀ 10. What colors remind you of him? I’m not really sure! Probably a nice lightish blue. He, to me at least, is someone I can go watch and feel better. Usually when I’m down I go watch cute videos of Jun and it makes me fell better haha. So he has a bit of a calming effect on me, and blue is a calming color. 

❀ 11. Which season would you like to spend with them? All of them )’:  He always complains about the cold and he talks about loving the sun and heat a lot... so I think winter would be fun with him :) He would probably be way more cuddly since he wants to be warm, and I feel like he would love seeing the snow and everything!

❀ 12. Who would bake cookies and who would steal the batter? I would be the one baking and Jun would 100% be stealing the batter hahaha. 

❀ 13. Which one would make bad puns and how would the other react? Jun makes jokes all the time ahhaha. Especially puns! And... I find them entertaining ahhah. I would probably either be rolling my eyes and fighting smiling, or just full out laughing. Depends on my mood :P

❀ 14. Who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats? WE BOTH WOULD WANT TO ADOPT 50 CATS SO THERE IS THAT. HECK WE WILL TAKE THE DOGS TOO. ALL THE ANIMALS. 

❀ 15. Which one of you would nearly burn the kitchen down microwaving a poptart and who would come to the rescue? You know, in that one going seventeen episode, Jun was pretty decent at helping cook, and he can 100% be serious when he needs to be, so I really don’t think we would have a problem?

❀ 16. Who likes to lean on trail railings and who pulls them back? I would probably be leaning on the railings and he would be pulling me back hahaha. Although this could definitely happen both ways!

❀ 17. What would watching a horror movie with them be like? Hummmm..... I do get a little spooked? I mean I jump a bit at the jumpscares and I don’t really like looking at the grosser things, but I do watch them. And I don’t really have an issue. I’m not really sure how Jun takes them? My gut says he probably doesn’t watch them much? So we would probably just cuddle and enjoy it. I can definitely be a chatterbox during movies so, we might chat about the movie while it plays!

❀ 18. Who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt? Jun is both, let’s be real hahaha. I am 100% not either hahaha. I think Jun might be shy flirting prior to being with someone, but I think once hes comfortable he has no problem being a goofball like that, so if we were together he would love flirting, whether it be silly or not!

❀ 19. Who would be more competitive? Pretty sure we both are hahaha. I DEFINITELY am competitive! 

❀ 20. Who would have to be given reminders? (To eat, sleep, drink water, etc) I can imagine Jun sending me cute messages all day telling me to eat and get up and walk around )’: I’d always be checking up on him too, so it would be pretty even. I think he would do it in a more straightforward way than I would though. 

❀ 21. Who would send memes and who would send “i miss u” messages at 3am? He would totally be sending memes hahaha. He saves cat pictures and weird pics of the members so definitely him. I think we both would send I miss you messages at 3 am though! 

[the-fiction-witch]

Meeting

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

Concept Ultrasound 

I smiled as I sat in the conservatory reading over some contracts for work I had to sign. It was nice to finally be moved into our little house knowing this world will be our home now for a very long time. But I smiled because with the conversation skylight open and the bedroom window upstairs open I could hear her singing.

She has such a beautiful voice, I'd told her many times she'd be an amazing singer but she always said I was being stupid. I heard her voice fade out and I was a little disappointed but I heard her voice fade back in where she clearly came down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hello pet," I cooed

"Hello" she smiled as she came into the conservatory in her little blue converses, her black leggings, little black pinafore dress with blue flowers, a sky blue shirt and her black cardigan just knotting her hair into a plait.

"Awwww you look cute today" I smiled putting my paperwork down so I could tug her between my legs giving her a cuddle

"I do?"

"Well you always look cute but you look extra sweet today" I told her

"Well I thought it best too"

"Yes, of course?"

"Have you forgotten where I'm going Thomas?"

".....maybe"

"Well take a guess" she smiled moving away a little

"Uuuuuuuhhh? You have comfy shoes on, good for walking large distances, your colour coordinated thought implying you're going somewhere that you may be judged or feel you should dress up slightly for? Are you going out with your mum?"

"No"

"Hummm done your hair but not your make up interesting"

'i have done my make up Thomas"

"Oh? Not a lot of makeup though"

"True no eyeliner or anything"

"Hummmmm…. Wait. Leggings."

"Yes"

"Not tights?"

"No."

"You need to take your pants off at some point." As it clicked "huu! Is it today?" I asked jumping up from my seat

"It is" she smiled stroking her stomach

"We get to meet baby today! Why didn't you remind me"

"I didn't know if you wanted to come"

"Of course I want to come" I told her giving her head a kiss "unless you want to go alone. I'd love to go but if you want this to be a moment just you and baby I understand"

"No I'd love for you to come Thomas"

"Okay, five minutes I need to change" I told her going and bolting upstairs

"You're already dressed and presentable Thomas?"

"I'm meeting our baby. I'm not doing that in jeans and without a button down shirt as a minimum" I yelled back as I got changed

"Alright" she giggled

Once dressed into my blue suit pants my decent shoes and my light blue button down I head back down grabbing my wallet and keys as if we get all the way to this appointment and back without stopping for coffee or for fries it will be a miracle and I saw her just stuffing a couple of snack bars into her purse

"Am I suitable?"

"You look lovely" she smiled giving my cheek a kiss

"I made sure to be on theme"

"Lovely come on or we'll be late" she smiled do we headed out locking the house up and heading to the car

"Thomas?"

"Yes?"

"Are you wearing all blue I the hope it's a boy?" She asks leaning on the cars roof

"No."

"Liar" she giggled climbing inside

"No, you wore blue I'm just trying to match you" I laughed climbing in too and starting the car up "did you want to go shopping after the appointment?"

"That's the plan"

"Get all the stuff once we know how baby's doing" I smiled stroking her bump

"Yeah some bits for the nursery as we have? What exactly?"

"Uuuuuuuhhh… I bought a bookshelf. And a rocking chair I have yet to put together"

"The chair or the shelf?"

"Both"

"Silly" she playfully shoved my arm

'well I wanted to leave it all to you, you're the designer. And we don't know the vibes until we meet baby"

"We finally get to meet them, see how they are laid and how cosy they are"

"I'm sure we'll know once we meet them" I smiled

Eventually we arrived at the doctor's quickly got signed in and found ourselves a spot to sit where we could see the TV just playing the news on mute with closed captioning

"Didn't you say we needed something big for the nursery?"

"We need everything Thomas" she giggled

"But didn't you want something specific? Like something weird?"

"I can't remember" she shrugs

"I'm sure we'll figure it out. Just don't go too overboard you know once baby's old enough we'll have to completely redesign it"

"I know. Maybe baby will like my design"

"I'm sure they will but they'll want something themed I'm sure. To whatever weird thing they decide to hyperfocus on"

"Yeah, like Spiderman or ducks"

"Exactly." I smiled giving the top of her head a kiss "you excited?"

"Extremely excited. We get to see if you've been kissing a head, a butt or feet" she giggled

"It's a very solid lump in your baby belly. I'm kissing something. I just don't know what"

"Your kissing a butt"

"I know your theory"

Her name then popped up on the screen telling us where to go so I held her hand giving it a kiss

"Ready?"

"Ready" she nods

[dentelle-grise]

Your Latest Trick - Chapter 20

(Loki x Reader NSFW) Long after everyone has stopped talking about Loki and his misdemeanors, his failed attempt to take over Midgard and his punishment, you meet him at a party.

All chapters to date at AO3 (50K, NC-17) Tagging my rebloggers, commenters and other folk who asked. Please let me know if you want in (or out) of the list: @joanbushur,@frenchfrostpudding, @lovely-geek, @wolfsmom1, @sigridlaufeyson, @lokislonelylady, @monitoroutside, @daniissuchadani, @devilbat, @deadlydreamersecrets @helenisabel, @stardustandangelsfanfiction, @ely-seum, @wendyrobson1978, @the-ships-i-ship, @shemart101, @dreamourbrainout, @sadghostomg

Chapter 20

He’s gone again and you’re none the wiser as to where.

You roll into the warm space he left and doze. Imagine a safe place he’d said. So this is what you have – a nest, an invisible print on your skin, and a warm hole left in the bed. Every night when he comes to you you forget the strangeness of the situation with the comfort of his nearness.

There’s a faint tapping. Far off to start with, then louder, like someone walking closer. By the time you are awake enough to recognize knocking on your door it’s become an agitated banging accompanied by yells.

“Open up. I know you’re in there.” comes a woman’s voice.

You sigh, slip out of bed and pad around barefoot looking for your robe as there comes another bang. You pull open the door and there’s Sif in full battledress, a quarterstaff in her hand.

“Too early.” you groan. Now Sif is someone you’ve known since forever but you’d hardly say you were close, certainly not close enough for her to knock you up first thing in the morning to go and spar. And anyway, after your performance the last time, you hardly think you’d make her a worthy adversary.

“He’s here isn’t he?” Sif looks murderous and you’re glad she’s not carrying anything sharp.

“Who?”

But your word is spoken to empty space as she’s already pushed past you into your rooms. “What?” What presumption. This is your home. How dare she. You follow in her wake. Then you see what she sees.

There’s towels strewn around the floor, your clothes from yesterday in a heap, and the bed looks like someone had a fight in it. The door to the bathroom stands open displaying the bath still full and a couple of burnt-down candles.

She looks at you skeptically, paying particular attention to your collarbone where you know there’s a bruise, even though it was from the training the other day and quite possibly her work.

Who is she looking for? If it’s Loki then he’s long gone, but there’s no reason she’d be searching for Loki. None except a prickle of your conscience and the fear that there’s more to his secret than he’s let on.

Turning from you, she creeps toward the closet.

“What? Sif! Stop!”

With the point of her staff she pushes back the row of hanging dresses. She runs it all the way along, setting them swinging while you stand there speechless, your outrage unheeded. Then she turns with a huff and paces back toward the bed. The bedclothes are all bunched where you pushed them aside. Sif takes her staff and gives the bundle a less-than-gentle poke.

To your shock and her satisfaction there’s a yelp from within. “Got you.” breathes Sif.

What is he doing still here? He was gone. The idiot. Why is he back if he doesn’t want to get caught?

“Well what have we here? Fandr-”

She flips the sheets revealing a head of dark hair and stops short in shock, missing the wince you make.

Later you will remember guiltily that in that precise moment, as well as the terror at discovery, you also felt an intense sense of relief - that the secret was out, that you didn’t have to pretend anymore.

But right now, the figure rises, throwing back the sheets flamboyantly and it’s your turn for a shock. It’s not Loki.

It’s a woman, with raven hair, a red-painted mouth and large bare breasts she has no shame in displaying.

Sif has no shame in staring either, though it’s probably out of surprise. For a moment no one says anything and the woman stretches luxuriantly and smiles at you both.

“Why don’t you try the kitchens.” The woman says, flicking back her long black locks. “Perhaps he was looking for something sweet.” The last word drips honey and ice and Sif looks on in shock a second longer, before turning without a word and tearing out of the room. The bed’s occupant grins wickedly.

“Ooooh! someone’s in trouble.” She breaks into laughter. Familiar laughter. There’s only one way she could have gotten there.

“Loki!?” It wasn’t the voice that tipped you off or even the words but the whole set up, the trick and it’s recklessness. Now you search the woman’s face for his features, morphed into someone else, but still strangely recognizable. And there they are, when you know what to look for. And there, around her neck, is the pendant, it’s color a smoky violet but it’s form unmistakable. You’re staring, incredulous.

“What?” Loki looks at you innocently, her larger eyes blinking slowly and fuller mouth pouting slightly. “I saw her heading up here and thought I’d have little fun.”

She climbs out of bed and strolls towards the closet, considerably shorter in stature, with a figure that defies belief - breasts very full, a tiny waist and broad, curvaceous hips.

“Loki, what is this? I mean, who are you?”

“What this?” she makes a grandiose gesture to her body, turning to display delicate shoulders, rose-pink nipples. “Why, this is me.”

“You’re not impersonating some… friend?”

“Oh no. I’m not imitating anyone.”

You struggle with the idea a moment. Loki is also a woman? Or can pretend to be a woman? You find those curves rather unrealistic to tell the truth. They look more like how a man might idealize a woman than any true woman you’ve ever seen. You get a picture of adolescent Loki dreaming this up, sketching out this fantasy on the corner of a spell book.

“You mean you designed yourself a female self, you sat down and drew a woman-“

“I not drawn. This is just the way I am.”

Loki’s clearly very proud of this form and not remotely shy – with a deliberate swing of the hips as she approaches your clothes. Unlike Loki’s male form, her body is unmarred by scars, it’s perfect, her skin has the same glowing paleness and her hair is the same bottomless black.

She touches one of your dresses and it appears instantly on her body.

It doesn’t fit in quite the same way as it does on you. Of course not. It’s obviously tighter around the bust, and there is more of her shoulders on view. She’s changed it, by magic.

“Hummm.” She looks at herself in the mirror, then moves on to the next outfit, a pale blue one, one you always found a bit too modest and serious. She performs a transformation so there’s more cleavage visible and a slit up the leg to the upper thigh.

“I remember the first time when Thor went into battle.” Loki says as she admires her work. “I was left behind.” You watch her expression, - scheming - the same and somehow not.

“So I chose to ‘welcome home the warriors’ instead. Like this.” She points to herself, now in gold and russet, skin paled to translucent by the strength of the color.

At least five of them the first night.” She gives a little shudder of delight that makes her breasts jiggle, and adds. “Something you’d know a bit about.”

Struggling to maintain your composure and treat this new development like something quite reasonable and normal, you protest. “Oh no, never more than one at a time, that’s a waste of men.”

“Warriors.” Loki corrects. Letting the word hang there. She’s grinning again, teeth white and dangerous against the red of those lips.

Loki changes into a green dress now, one you don’t know, so you guess it’s one of her own called from some magical wardrobe. The neckline is a huge V in front, diving between those ample breasts and mirrored by one at the back that almost reaches the cleavage there too.

“Mother and Father found out of course.” she continues. “I made sure of it.” Now she’s smiling smugly. “And strangely enough, the next time, I was allowed to go and fight alongside Thor.” She examines her nails, which are polished a black so shiny she’s probably admiring herself in them.

“But it’s still of great use to me to be able to change. For a start, it’s far easier to find company for the night like this.” She smirks and you don’t know if its complicity or flirtation. Both perhaps. “In fact,” she says slowly, looking you full in the eye as though to be sure she’s understood. “I find a lover every time I take this form.”

That expression you’d know whatever form Loki chose to take. You don’t know if what you feel is fear or attraction. To push it home she adds.

“I’ve no objection to ‘non-warriors’.”

It’s that moment that the penny drops about ‘warriors’ rather than men. Could she possibly mean Sif? That Sif and Loki…, no Sif and Lady Loki…? And without Sif even knowing who she was.

Sif’s reaction just now takes on a whole new meaning and you feel a ripple of fear – or is that jealousy? – run though you.

And Sif ran out of here thinking what about you and this woman?!

Still, those huge green eyes are waiting and watching. You must be the picture of confusion.

“I could turn you into a man, you know”

“What! No!”

“Don’t you want to know what it’s like?” She’s taken a step closer.“You might enjoy it.” And she leers at you as though she most certainly would. Your stomach drops.

“No. Please.” The idea of you both being other people is too much.

“You’d prefer if we both stayed the way we are now?” her eyes flash.

“Change back.” you insist. “I want the real you.”

“But this is the real me.” She reaches out to you. “Does this form make you uncomfortable.” Well there it is. It’s not something you’ve given much thought to. It’s not as if there were opportunities. Unless you count that one time Sif ‘mistook you for Thor’…

“You mean you’ve never.” She stops before she touches you as though you might startle, as though you were something infinitely desirable but sacred. “Oh but what fun we could have…”

“But Loki. I want the real real you.”

There’s a flicker of something across her face. Disappointment? Even though this is Loki, you don’t know these morphed features well enough to read their expression. But then her eyes crinkle and her face breaks into a mischievous smile you recognize very well. “You know what you like then.” While you’re beginning to have some doubts in that area, her implication is as lewd and as clear as if she’d made a gesture to go with it.

“But, any time you want to try…” she gives you a wink and in an instant changes back to the form you know, body drawing out, flattening, filling out differently. He regains his usual height, his usual garb and all at once radiates a different sort of power. You have a moment of regret for his other self, the full mouth and large eyes, the rounder everything, and hope after all that you haven’t seen the last of her…

He draws you into his arms right away and the familiarity is a balm, but you’re still on edge from the ruse, from the conversation,from the things you didn’t say or dare. Your heart is hammering already and he’s hardly touched you. He slides a crafty hand inside your robe and you melt into him. When he feels how wet you already, he he challenges, “So you do like me in my other form.” He starts to work you with his hand and it becomes impossible to think of a clever answer if there ever was one.

“I thought so.” He delves deeper and you cling to him. All of a sudden he stops and pulls away his hand. He holds it up so you can see it glistening. “What did that? I wonder.” He licks a moist finger and raises an eyebrow as you squirm. “Which one of my wicked ideas took root?” He feigns idle curiosity, returns his hand to its work and with the crook of a finger sets you writhing against him.

“Just. You.” You force out, breathless despite your immobility.

You expect him to disrobe you, to take you to bed, but no, he continues relentlessly with his fingers until you are begging. It’s not just him, though. It’s everything he’s been saying and doing. The unrealized possibilities and your imagination.

“You are enticingly curious if not courageous.” He breathes

You’re frustratingly aroused and unsettled and mad at yourself and confused and mad at Sif or jealous or afraid of her, or of yourself. You don’t know. You want to drown it all out in him; just want him to take you and let you forget the rest.

Outside, a bell is ringing. The day has started without you but in this instant you don’t care, if only Loki would… crush your body to the bed with is own. But he continues his slow massaging accompanied with deep kissing till he has you past a point where there is only want left and you cease caring how you get there. You just want him to make you come. He brushes off your attempts to please him. He does not relent, just keeps playing at a steady, frustrating rhythm and it’s driving you crazy, the fire mounting unstoppably but so so slowly, and more powerfully for it. Just as you give up waiting for him to take you to bed, he pulls your robe fully open cups your breasts with his hands while he kisses you. The one hand is wet with you and he slides his thumb over and over the nipple while thrusting his tongue down your throat. You can feel him hard under his clothes, but then you’re overcome by the culmination of your desire. You can’t stop bucking and shaking and crying. He just keeps on playing until as you come apart in his arms. When finally you are silent and still and weak and spent he lays you on the bed, grinning cheekily and, for the first time since his return, vanishes taking nothing for himself.

Chapter 21

[apex-academy]

Chapter 5: Caring Is a Hazard to Your Health (#17)

After a thrilling lecture and practice session, I’m released. Last chance to sweep the refreshments tables before the competition starts. Not sure how much I should trust the drinks at this party, but we’re only allowed to kill two people at a time, so. Wouldn’t be a good play to poison it. And drugging wouldn’t be any smarter. Don’t think anyone here would do that, anyway...

I chug a little lemonade and head back to the folding chairs. Apparently this game lets eight people play at once, so the gap between the seats and the screen is a wild tangle of crossed controller wires. 

“All right!! Is everyone ready to go?”

After a few confirmations at various levels of enthusiasm, Aidan starts hitting buttons on his own controller.

“Okay! For the sake of those not used to the game, everyone please choose unique characters so we’ll have less trouble keeping track of who’s who!”

“I call Fox.”

Don’t know who that is, so sure.

By the time he’s brought up the selection screen and I’ve figured out which of eight tiny cursors is mine, someone’s already claimed the guy I practiced with, so I just drag the pointer around for a while. End up picking some knight-looking guy. Why not. As Aidan has so succinctly explained, there are plenty of differences, but I’m not interested in analyzing fifty characters just to play.

We have to wait a bit for Ichiriki to settle on a princess and Aidan to actually manage to select the guy he claimed—who does, in fact look like a fox, shocking—and then there’s some scene selection thing, I don’t know. Aidan takes care of it.

After a brief countdown from a deep voice that barely gives me time to figure out which tiny cluster of pixels is mine, the match begins.

“Wait, I’m an orb?”

Guess I should know how to manage those, but. Not what I thought I was getting. Okay. Well. It’s not like most of the others have any idea what they’re doing. Even Aidan is just spamming one attack.

“Oh, I see now!”

“You claimed this form because it uses a gun, yes?”

Though that was clearly aimed at Aidan, Mahavir drops his controller.

“What did you say?!”

“Hey, hey, hey!! Settle down! We’re just playing a game here!”

“And I did not invite you to this to be rude, Miss Tsunyasha!”

“Were you expecting her not to be?”

“Well.”

“I state my judgment whenever I please, whelp.”

“—!”

“Yes, you’ve made that abundantly clear, thank you! Please return to the game!”

“Hmph. I do not follow demands, foolish creature.”

“It was clearly a request!!”

“...”

“Very well, I shall humor you just this once.”

“Do not get used to it.”

She settles back down and presses several buttons before realizing the game has been paused. With a final little “hmph,” Aidan hits a button and everything starts moving again.

And I do mean everything. Throwing eight players in with a bunch of different moves in a large area sure is something. We’ve got some pink-haired something beating people up with trees—from the cackling, I’m guessing that one’s Kanagi. The blue guy Mahavir was practicing with earlier is beating the crap out of some blue-haired anime girl, Ichiriki’s princess is throwing... turnips or something?—and apparently I also have bat wings, so. That’s nice, I guess. And then there’s some little pink thing that keeps wandering around and alternating between flinging itself off the edge of the stage and destroying everyone. And then there’s what I assume is the result of Kaichi finding a character in a swimsuit, though instead of fighting Kaichi’s just making him wriggle around and repeatedly say something too accented for me to decipher.

“Would you like to actually play the game, Mister Riseiin?”

“I got a guy and ’m hitting buttons. ‘m playing just fine, brah.”

“That...”

I watch as the blue-haired anime girl descends to start hacking the crap out of Kaichi’s guy. Kaichi just laughs and goes back to the wriggling thing the first chance he gets. His character is summarily thrown off the screen by the spinning pink thing.

You’re a genius radiologist and this is how you live your life. Okay.

I wasn’t paying attention to how many lives we have in this thing, but I’m pretty sure all of us are losing more wandering off the edges than actually fighting. It’s still an experience, I’ll give it that.

I survive to the final three before Kanagi kills my guy with a freaking axe.

“Thanks.”

At least she takes down Ichiriki’s after that. As the announce booms out a “GAME!”, she throws her controller to the floor.

“HECK yeah!”

“Please refrain from casually destroying the equipment.”

“What do I win?!”

“Y’ didn’t ask that first, brah?”

“Listen, dude, there are a lotta flashing lights in here and I got distracted.”

“Fair.”

“Well, first of all, we’re going to have more matches than just this one.”

“Mmm-kay. And then...”

“Oh, oh! Is it dorayaki?!”

Are you serious.

Aidan pauses and looks to Yuki.

“...Is it?”

“Hummmm...? Sure...”

Kanagi fist-pumps. 

“I WILL TOTALLY DESTROY ALL OF YOU! KEKEKEKEN!”

Can’t you just ask for dorayaki at this point? Whatever.

“At any rate, good game, everyone! We’ll start the second round...”

“...”

“Aiiidaaaaan? You ‘kay?”

“Er, yes, excuse me.”

“We’ll start the second round shortly. Ah...” He looks to the game screen like he’s lost his place in a book. “You’re free to pick the same characters if you like, or you can switch! Still no doubles of a character, though.” 

“And Miss Yuukei will still... be playing...” 

“Er, so she could still block out competitors from advancing. The winners of the next three rounds will progress to the semifinals!”

Seems like a lot of playing, but I guess the matches aren’t that long. At least he’s not trying to announce them.

Though I’m not sure he’d be able to right now.

“Hummm... Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Aidan...? Do you need to go to bed early...?”

“I most certainly do not!”

“I, uh, just need a drink, I think.”

“I can bring a lemonade over...”

“If you would?”

He sets up for the next round so we can start picking out characters while that’s being taken care of. I guess I could try to steal Kanagi’s guy? Not feeling that cutthroat today. I’ll just be boring and stick with the... knight... blob. With wings. Yeah. It doesn’t look like most of us are switching, anyway.

Kaichi sure isn’t.

The next round takes place on a different stage that’s only slightly harder to keep walking off the edge of. But then half of it gets swallowed up by some kind of acid or something, so I wouldn’t call it better. I make it to second place but still lose to the pink thing, which is apparently Yuki’s. Next round.

Ichiriki wins that one, and then at the last chance, I somehow manage to make it in. 

“Hmph.”

“Well, I hope you mortals are satisfied with your little imaginary battles in imaginary realms.”

“Right back at you.”

“I am, thank you!!”

“...”

Is she jealous? We’ll never know.

“All right! We’ll take a brief break before the next round.” 

“I believe there’s plenty of popcorn left, so don’t be stingy with it!”

Chairs creak and controllers thump as we twist ourselves free from our gaming stances. Don’t know that I want more popcorn, but I could go for a drink. Didn’t keep an eye on my cup, so I grab a new one. Just water this time.

As I’m putting the pitcher back down, Yuki approaches.

“Did you want water?”

“Oh, I’m all right... Thank you.”

I step away from the drinks regardless.

“Hummmm... Is now a good time to ask...?”

What is this, an attempt to distract me from the game? She doesn’t seem the type. Also wouldn’t be much point in winning a prize she has to make herself.

“Might as well go ahead.”

“Okay...”

“I just wanted to know... if you still wanted lessons?”

“Less...?”

“...”

“Cooking lessons.”

“Umm-humm...”

“...........”

“I’m sure I could use them, but I don’t think I’d be able to focus.”

“Too busy thinking about the empty space beside me.”

“...........”

The silence doesn’t stretch out as long as it could before I hear slow footsteps.

“If I may?”

I would startle if I felt enough energy, but all I do is turn a little. Guess if I want a private conversation, I should get a little farther away from the punch bowl.

“Ah, Mahavir. Sorry.”

“It’s quite all right.”

“After all, I’m the one who seems to be eavesdropping here...”

“That’s okay...”

“But, ah...”

“If it would help, I may be interested in lessons as well?”

“But your cooking is already good...”

“Thank you? But I’m not used to working with the relatively few spices available here, and I could always stand to learn something.”

“Of course, there’s no need to hold formal lessons on my account. But I would be willing, if that works out well for you.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to private lessons, anyway...”

Are you serious.

“Um, thanks, Mahavir. I think that would really help.”

“Should we, uh, start tomorrow, then?”

Yuki nods.

“That would pose no issue to me.”

“Cool...”

I might not sound properly enthused, but I feel like this needs to stay a multiple-student class. Will Mahavir being there really help? I don’t know. Don’t think I’ll know until we get there. If it doesn’t, I can try to tough it out.

Maybe get someone else to enroll in the meantime.

Before we can make any more plans, a voice rings out over the din.

“Everyone!”

“The tournament will be resuming shortly! Those of us who have been eliminated are free to cheer on our friends or play one of the other games in here.”

“Preferably one that isn’t being used for a table.”

Well, Kanagi’s still in the running, so he probably doesn’t have to specify. Can’t hurt, though.

“I guess we should get back then, hummmm...”

“Yeah.”

“Best of luck.”

I nod and drink what water I can before heading for the game console. Time to keep the party going, I guess.

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[icharchivist]

Well since i’m left on my own to ramble about gendice, that game post i reblogged i’ll do it on my own alright under the cut then 

Please feel free to ignore that, I just have a lot of gendice thoughts and this meme makes me want to put them to use. 

1- Who is the most affectionate?

Both in very different ways. Dice would be the kind to be touchy without really an afterthought, like quick hugs and stuff like that. Gentaro is really affectionate though once in private and can be even more desperately clingy.  In general though both of them seems to show their affection like this: Dice is straightforward and direct, if he wants to hug or say a compliment he will not think twice, while Gentaro would generally be more sly about it, disguising the way he shows his affection to not show how desperate he is for it.

2- Big spoon/Little spoon?

hhh i’m huge BigSpoon!Dice and LittleSpoon!Gentaro here. We know Gentaro canonically likes to snuggles against people he likes so i really could see him snuggling into Dice’s arms very easily.

3- Most common argument?

Tbh although they have a lot of lighthearted arguments i have trouble seeing where they could really be in a fight against each other. I guess the most commons are topics over Gentaro’s lying going a bit too far sometimes or Dice’s illegal activities being lectured about, but this rarely escalate.

4- Favorite non-sexual activity?

Singing together is an easy one, else I can see Dice dragging Gentaro into all sort of games with him which amuses Gentaro, else i love the idea of Dice watching Gentaro work.

5- Who is most likely to carry the other?

Huuuuummm Dice is heavier and generally described as more muscular with canon content (not my words, Nozuyama-san’s) so i’d be more inclined to him carrying Gentaro. That said, I can totally see the day Dice is doing Something Stupid and Gentaro will have to carry him in some way because Dice got hurt or something. Y’know the boy could do that.

6- What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Physical I guess?  I mean i’m personally very big on their eyes so i’m inclined to project but i’d love it to be their smiles too - the way Dice’s is so wide and carefree and the way Gentaro’s lips just twists a bit when he lies before trying to hide it. I’m big emo for this.

7- What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

For Gentaro, I think it could be a very mixed bag of both still wanting to connect with Dice and capture his attention more while also still keeping him at some sort of safe distances from him - eventual ruder lies for exemple, that he would regret almost immediatly despite Dice never truly being too concerned about them on the longterm. For Dice... I think he might drop earnest comment out of the blue. I could see him be really in denial for a long while though (i mean i kinda hc both are both oblivious and in denial over their own feelings which is fun) but idk i could see him just start to earnestly drop compliments out of nowhere. I kinda love the idea of his honesty throwing Gentaro off his rythm considering Gentaro does that with his lies in general.

8- Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

I mean. In Stella Gentaro calls Dice his Messiah. And he made him a king in this fantasy. And he previously made him his knight. Truly any of those could come back as a nickname at some point in their relationship. I’m especially found of Messiah though, it is so corny but it is so earnest.  Dice doesn’t really seem to do nickname in comparaisons though - Gentaro plays more with identities than Dice do. Canonically he just once teased Gentaro by calling him Sensei so i could see Dice use this playfully. Eventually he could get carried away when Gentaro uses some nicknames on him and end up replying with what was Gentaro’s role in those parts, ie if Gentaro calls him his Knight, Dice would reply “well alright Princess”.

9- Who worries the most?

Gentaro. Dice gets involved in illegal activities just as easily as he’s breathing. At some point I think Gentaro can just expect the worst out of Dice’s situation at any present day and be just trying to prevent the worst.  also tbh i’m very found of the idea of him possibly being terrified of his friends being sick which would just bring him back to think about how his childhood’s friend situation hadn’t improved, so i’d see that add to the list of worries, especially considering Dice isn’t exactly having a stable, safe life.

Dice tends more to worry when he’s confronted to a direct problem, not exactly letting himself pounder over them unless it’s right in front of his eyes. He knows the things to look out for and would directly react (say against Hifumi in general for exemple I can see him get wary) but he wouldn’t overthink about them. Unless Gentaro gets in danger in which case as long as it’s a direct danger, Dice would be directly freaking out.

10- Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Hummm inclined to think Gentaro since Dice “I don’t remember anything that isn’t of use for me for Gambling” is... less likely, but i do like the idea of Gentaro being the exception to that would their relationship deepen.  But yeah I mean Gentaro had promised he’d write a story with Dice as its protagonist and we know he writes fanfiction of themselves lmao, I could see him observing carefully what Dice’s habits are to remember them for writting.  a basic “it’s not that i care about you, it was writting reference” “ah” “that was a lie though.”

11- Who initiates kisses?

Huuuuuuuuuuum. A bit of both?? I just think Dice might just be more forward with them when he wants to. I am kinda weak to the idea of Gentaro trying to drop subtle hints before even thinking about leaning in. And with Dice’s obliviousness well at some point Gentaro does have to initiate something-

12- Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Oh, Dice, without a doubt. My hc is mostly that Gentaro is very touch starved and clingy but he doesn’t specifically reaches out for that because well aside from his childhood friend he doesn’t seem to have much opportunity to trust people. I’d also see him be more concerned about not exactly showing PDA.  While yeah, Dice would be forward with his emotions and feelings once he acknowledges them and he has very little care for what people might think of his actions. He’d be more inclined to show PDA in general, and at least hand holding is something Gentaro wouldn’t object to in public.

13- Who kisses the hardest?

*rubs chin* I’d be inclined to say Dice, again, straightforwardness while Gentaro might be more subtle and all. But i’m... very weak to the idea of Gentaro getting carried away when Dice though...

14- Who wakes up first?

Gentaro. Dice is more likely to be a nightowl with how he lives his life, while I could see Gentaro have a morning routine.

15- Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

A bit of both but mostly Dice. I have a very vivid image in my brain though at all time of Gentaro waking up first with Dice all entangled with him, and suddenly because of how enamoured he is he’d just grab a notebook and a pen nearby and write a bit of what this happiness can inspire him - cutting to later therefore Dice waking up all sleepy and just wrapping his arms further around Gentaro because why is he already busying himself it’s just morning com’on.

16- Who says I love you first?

*takes a deep breath* I don’t know, Gentaro “Dice and I were totally star crossed lovers in another life so now we’re soulmates and i may be attracted to Dice or perhaps i am lying ahahah unless? ;O”, who would? 

The thing is that I don’t see Gentaro lowering down his defenses. Like even if he was willing to say he loved Dice, he would be a bit scared of exposing this vulnerable side and would immediatly backaway with a “that was a lie of course” of some kind. Honestly I can see Gentaro slip the I love You words first by complete accident, like heat of the moment, but immediatly covering them up. 

For Dice.... I feel like the moment he would realize he’s in love it would be very hard for him to hold it in. He would be more straightforward and honest if he could but he cannot exactly be sure of what Gentaro wants so he would perhaps not step closer until he’s sure.

Tbh I just think it would end with Ramuda being the one who, at first, have a lot of fun with their bullshits but ends up being a bit fed up and tease them too far until they are in the same room and are pushed by him to do something about this tension or he’ll riot. 

17- Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Gentaro would take any opportunity to leave words anywhere. Some obscure poetry or sometimes just to mess with Dice specifically hard words he knows Dice would just be like “what the HELL was that”, but are actually all earnest in some way.

18- Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Erg by all account Dice broke off with his family completely and we don’t really know much about Gentaro’s family (are they even real). If we take Gentaro’s song for truth though, i’d say Gentaro would talk about it to his family first. 

As for their friends... not to be rude but like their only friend is Ramuda, and for Gentaro his bedridden friend and for Dice it’s Riou.

Like Ramuda would immediatly be all “...? You didn’t just figure it out did you? Like really? really??”. Also I think Ramuda would definitly bring it up before either of them could bring it up to him. Eventually i think they’d discuss it beforehand if they really wanted to tell Ramuda - as a teammate and friend who had to be made aware of it.  But else if they are both not in relationship yet i think neither would tell Ramuda because they’d be worried both of breaking the dynamic of the Posse and terrified of Ramuda’s teasing. But they can’t escape those laters, as if Ramuda hadn’t noticed.

But yeah Gentaro would definitly talk about Dice to his bed ridden friend in some way way before Dice can talk about Gentaro to... any of his possible friends.

As much as I believe Dice is a very friendly person I don’t think he gets much private with people? He seems to have cut ties with his past all he could and considering the nightlife he tends to have i don’t see him having exactly stable friendships he would rely on outside of the Posse. Except Riou of course, with whom he had been closer than we’ve seen for others, but i don’t specifically see Dice going too private either rambling about his own personal life. I would love to be wrong though. Like I could imagine him slipping some infos about it out of the blue. Riou doesn’t pry so Dice just. slips things without thinking.

So yeah that makes Gentaro more likely there.

19- What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

Ramuda thinks they’re interesting and finds it entertaining to see how they hit off. He’d eventually joke even about having been the matchmaker there. Ramuda genuinely likes both of them whenever he’s ready to admit it or not (and you can fight me on that), so i think it would genuinely make him happy.

But also part of him would feel isolated, like a bit left out. It would bring him back to think about his past friendships and the people Ramuda had ended up separated with and that would leave a sour spot.Besides it might create some distances as in Ramuda would remind himself he brought them together because he wanted to use them, that they were just a Ephemeral Posse, and that if these two would carry on together, he would not in the end. I think it might be a truly hard balance for Ramuda and it would have him miss TDD even more.  SO yeah mix of happy for them and a bit bitter though. 

Gentaro’s friend .... all we know of him is the “that was all a lie” song by Gentaro so it’s hard to say but i’d be inclined to think that he’d be overjoyed that Gentaro is having more people he can be close to. Kinda the same reasoning for Gentaro’s parents.

Riou would be all the more supportive of course. He’s happy Dice has a such a close bound with his partener and I mean, the last drama track had Gentaro prove MTC that he’d jump first in Dice’s defense if needed. I think even if Riou was an enemy that day, he respected this loyalty, so hearing Dice would be in relationship with him would seem like a good thing, like we can rely on Gentaro at least.

If Dice is Otome’s son, which is a theory that is dear to my heart, I think she would be much more.... having problems with the relationship considering she seems to keep a close eye on Gentaro for some reasons. I personally HC that one of the reason Otome considers Ramuda unstable in the last drama track is that she feels like it was a taunt to have her son being agitated in front of her in a life or death situation along with one of the guys she’s been watching closely because he seems to hold secrets the gov doesn’t want to split.  So by all account i think Otome would be displeased mostly because of her own agenda concerning Gentaro and be concerned for her son in some level.  But yeah Dice isn’t exactly one to care for his family’s approval.

My hc about his relationship with Otome would she be his mom would be that she does love him and he loves her too but there is just... too big of a divide, an impossibility to understand each other, a wall between their ideals. I’d say she probably neglected raising him for instance to pursue her goals and while Dice may have got that it was necessary it still created a very hard to connect way. Depending on the reasons Gentaro is watched by the gov, i could see Otome come around for her son’s happiness, that’s what i mean by that. But I do think in general she would rather Gentaro not be around Dice all that much - as if Dice didn’t have enough trouble already.

Else if Dice has more regular parents i think it’s really up to anyone’s guess. And I didn’t really think about anything else than this hc so oops.

20- Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

Dice. PDA argument again, and also because he seems to be much more the kind to start exhuberant moves and dance than Gentaro, and he would definitly want to drag Gentaro along with him. Like in SMT.

21- Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

I believe Gentaro has more opportunities to cook than Dice does  but i’m very weak about the idea of Dice being a good cook....LIKE SPECIFICALLy I would love the idea of Dice learning cooking skills from Riou and trying to cook for Gentaro. So like with all of Riou’s cooking, it is very good, even more tasty than normal food! but the moment Gentaro would learn the ingredients, he’d be like the rest of MTC about them. I love this HC a lot for the sheer ridiculous of thinking about Gentaro meeting up with Juuto and Samatoki to ask them how tf they eat Riou’s cooking and the three of them bounding over how “they can’t just tell them it’s disgusting that would break their heart”

22- Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Geez I wonder, “we were star crossed lovers and now we don’t want to be apart” “there’s no way i could be attracted to you... well that’s a lie” “take me away with you, my messiah”, who the hell would be much more likely to use pick up lines i wonder huuuum?

I’d love Dice to try some pick up lines but they are much more generics in general. Gentaro is always up-pickingup him.

23- Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Seems like a Gentaro thing to do (＾ಠᆺಠ＾)

24- Who needs more assurance?

Gentaro. Dice is much more self assured and has no care about what people think of him. I think Gentaro still is... less able to do so. 

I also feel like... so because of those No Longer Human stuff, I hc that Gentaro is more likely to have clang to this bit of fiction a lot to give himself strength, so a lot of the way he perceive his confidence could be limited to how much he can fits the narrative that had helped him cope with the world so far. which can bring to such disturbance like against Hifumi where those specific coping are mocked. 

Besides as i’ve mentioned in the past somewhere in the past that all of Gentaro’s interraction with people always come down with Gentaro specifically seeking for a safespace with Dice - refusing to be exactly confronted to people alone. Adding to that the fact the lies are most likely a protection against others (see the NLH analysis), and it feels more that all of Gentaro’s “assurance” is mostly a reflect that he.... isn’t that good with it. 

In comparaison to Dice it does stand out yeah because Dice just. doesn’t care. At all. about what people may think. the guy would go all in on a gamble without even doubting his cards even one second, so eah i mean.

25- What would be their theme song?

Stella  huh okay perhaps using a canon song isn’t the most clever idea there but i’d like to say I have a full gendice playlist on spotify that I update from time to time so that gives 67 titles to chose from. (i’m also just seeing i have One person subscribed to that playlist and im *surprised pikachu*)

But some of my favorite are definitly Do I Wanna Know by Artic Monkey (the “ace in your sleeve”? the endless “not knowing what the other think”? ayay) and Sick of Losing Soulmates by Dodie.

But like i said i have 67 titles fitting them so (＾ಠᆺಠ＾)

26- Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

?? both??? Their duets are when they are both so much on the same vibe, same rhytm- for something like that, why would they try to pick one?

27- What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Dice is probably lost in a casino trying to regain a bit of thrill (i’m very weak to the idea of love being a whole new kind of a thrill for him and making it.... somewhat shallow to come back to casino sort of thrill)

Gentaro is most likely writting (and I am very weak of the idea of his feelings and emotions for Dice slipping through the pages as well. I’m also very huge on the idea of one day this showing before him and Dice got in relationship and people pointing out “Gentaro-sensei seems to have changed his way to write love, do you know why?” and instead of realizing that it is because of him Dice gets jealous of the random fictional character everyone is saying that about in Gentaro’s new level, obviously not realizing it is basically Him. I have a lot of headcanons.)

28- one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

Usually I have no hcs about any of my ships but with them i have too much hcs so this is hard to pick one???  and I feel like i forgot them all on the spot  (＾ಠᆺಠ＾) I think... ultimately i think neither of them would be willing to make the first step in their relationship because there is too much self loathing going on and i HC both would consider they’re unworthy of the others. Both of them have refered to themselves as worthless people not worth having around, Gentaro always say he’s too twisted, Dice considers the way he decided to live his life to be a rotten one, even if he owns up to it. 

And I think it would enter in consideration with how they approach their feelings of both thinking the other definitly deserves better than themselves and therefore... not stepping forward at all. 

And the more they’re in love, the more this self hatred would be strong because they cannot impose the “twisted person” they are to the other, not like that. That would be too selfish. 

Ever read Visting Hours by Kitaa on ao3? Go read that. This is at least very good in showcasing exactly what I mean for Dice because I love Kitaa’s work and we agree a lot on characterization of those two.  For Gentaro i could go in length about it specifically but yeah.

And I think it kinda breaks my heart to believe they would... truly think of themselves so lowly. Not taking into account how the other may love them because they are too worried about how their own feelings and how they cannot impose it on the other.

29- one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

But that with all of that there is still something that always bring them back to one another, like two broken pieces of the same set that was supposed to be whole. (borrowed from Kitaa’s other fic, Things Remembered, go read this one too. I. really love Kitaa’s work.)

That together it just.. clicks.

And even if they may worry about their self worth when they’re apart, when they’re together there is so much.. euphoria about enjoying each other’s presence that all those doubts disappear for the sake of enjoying the present moment with each other. Loving each other so much they forget what hating themselves feel like, you feel me?

Anyway obviously those hcs are mine and may be changing with time but that’s a pretty solid showcasing.

Anyway i love them bye

[leslywood]

Episode 4 : Hornykru

[7:00am Leslywood Parking Area ]

“YALL FUCKIN HURRY UP THE BUS IS COMING” Samy told every single leslies to be ready before the bus came. It was such a sunny day.

CRANK!!

A sound of glass shattering occurred right after Blair arrived the parking area. Her 3 bottles of Vaginaka out of 10 were dropped.

“Hell no now we have only 7 bottles for this trip.”

“Why are you like this” Janice said. “Keep them in here then” Janice opened her huge ass backpack and offered Blair to put all the bottles in it.

“Where you gotta always bring rice with you when we go on a trip” Blaire said.

“You know nothing, Blair.” Janice said.

“Clean this up before we go or you are not going. And Janice, I already brought some rice.” Bonita came into the scene. Behind her there was a big basket that had more than 30 bottles of alcohol including the bottles of wine she bought for Shae. Blair was thrilled to see it.

“God has come to save my alcoholic ass” Blair said.

“I’m bringing these for everyone. Don’t even think about keeping them for yourself you drunkhead.” Bonita poked Blair’s ass cheek and walked to Samy.

At the other side of the parking area, Samuel’s van arrived. He got out of the van with 5 people. Three of them were good looking gay men and another two were gorgeous blonde twin gay women. There were all his close friends.

A minute later a beautiful matte black Porsche arrived. Denisha got out of her car to greet Samuel. She was excited to meet so many new people. As a lesbian from a small town, she had never met as many as lesbians like this before. Her hometown was just a beautiful place full of all kinds of flowers, white tulips were her favorite.  

“Look! THE BUS IS ARRIVING” Someone in the crowd said.

“Alright y’all get your ass on the bus.” Bonita said

“Where is your stuff” Blair asked Bonita.

“Carah, Samy and I are going by car. The bus can only fit 36 people. Many people here are driving there too.”

“Okay alright care to pass that basket of love along?”

“Sigh. Okay. Just don’t drink the wine.”

“Nah mom I won’t” Blair took the basket with her. The people were getting on the bus.

HUMMM

Another car arrived the parking area, it was a classic Mercedez being drove by Violet. Erin was in the car with her smoking a cigarette. Erin’s curly dark hair was so on point that many girls around there were looking at her. With that flawless cool looking face and her mysterious personality, she sure was the coolest freshman in class.  

Violet was ready to follow the bus, as well as the others who were going by car. Bonita walked to  the white limousine that was meant to get her and her friends to the place.

“Have you guys seen Shae?” Bonita asked Carah and Samy.

“No. Why?” Carah said.

“Nothing. I just thought she’d go.”

“She might be in one of those cars. Let’s go.”

The whole team drove off the parking area. The trip began.

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[Two hours later, at Hornykru Beach]

“This place is the most beautiful place I have ever seen in my life.” Rena was amazed by the view she was seeing. Shae knotted her head.

“Thank you for having me here with you.”

“You are welcome.”

Rena smiled at Shae. They got off of the car and joined the crowd. The blue aqua sea was so clear that people could see more than a hundred of colorful fish species in it. Most people you had gone there all said it was like they were in heaven. The white glittery sand was very soft that you felt like you were standing or laying on clouds. It’s one of the most wonderful beaches in the world.  

“We all will stay here. Each house has 3-5 bedrooms. Suit yourselves. I will see no girls fighting.” Bonita said. Everyone started walking to their private sea view houses.

“What about our house?” Samy asked.

“We have to walk to that side of the beach. It has the most amazing view. Come.”

They three were walking on the beautiful beach. Bonita took some pictures with her vintage film camera. They sure were having the most wonderful time, Carah farted on Samy. Some people were already in the sea making out and taking selfies.

They got into the house. It was enormous and elegant. It was the most perfect house on Hornykru beach, for special people like Leslywood people. A shiny black grand piano was on the first floor, near the stairs.

They three chose their bedrooms. Samy’s room was at the end of the second floor. Bonita’s and Carah’s were on the third floor where the 2 movie rooms were.

The next thing they did was go to the  kitchen room.  They hadn’t eaten anything since last night. Samy was eating fake chicken nuggets and almond milk ice cream while Bonita was making a sandwich for Carah and herself vagina salad.

[an hour later]

“Our house is the biggest one. It has 7 bedrooms. Each one is for 1-4 people and it has a huge bathroom in it. It also has 2 movie rooms, 1 yoga room, 2 big living rooms, 3 private hot tubs and 1 giant swimming pool. As far as I know there will be around 3 other people living with us until the trip is over.” Bonita said.

“Okay but who are those people” Carah asked.

“My brother and his friends will stay at the house next to ours. All I know is Violet, Erin and Denisha will stay with us.” Samy said.

“Yeah. His house has only 3 bedrooms so Denisha will join us. Oh there, here my favorite girl in uniform is.” Right in front of Bonita’s salad Denisha walked in. Bonita had just realized how tall Denisha was. Bonita was probably 13 cm shorter.

“Hey guys”

“We are glad to have you here.” Carah said to Denisha.

“Hey, can we stay with you guys? I see there are so many empty rooms here.” Rena walked in, along with Shae.

“Yeah, I saw them wandering around the beach area, having no place to stay. I figured that we have so many more rooms.” Denisha said.

“I don’t think that is a good idea.” Carah deadass was being so petty. Denisha got a lil bit offended that she almost decided to shoot Carah with the tiny gun she brought with her but nah she didn’t lmao

“That’s nonsense. It sure is! I’d love to have you guys here. Also Shae, Thank you for coming. I’m happy to know that those bottles of wine will not be wasted for nothing.” Bonita talked to them with a smiley face. She was satisfied to have both of them there. She then believed that the gay lord always looked out for her.  

“Okay so now there are .. the 3 of us, Denisha, Rena, Shae, Erin and Violet.” Samy said.

“Where in the hell is Violet and Erin? Tell me Violet is bringing those lit products with her.” Carah said.

“LAMP!!!!” Samy protective ass screamed internally and shouted LAMP again. This was not the first time someone almost exposed Violet in front of a cop.

“Jesus Christ, Your sense of humor is unique.” Denisha laughed and carried her luggage to the up stairs. She chose the room in front of Bonita’s, next to the movie room 001.

“I’m just going to go chill in the movie room. Y’all coming with me?” Carah said.

“Wow. I have always wanted a movie room since I was a kid.” Shae said.

“I..” Rena paused. She didn’t want to be in a room with Carah, but Shae was a really nice friend and this was the first time Shae talked about herself.  “Yeah, sure.” so Rena said yes, for the sake of Shae.

“OH BOI. Well, let’s go y’all” In order to keep her cool and to not show that she still somehow cared about Rena and was nervous having Rena around, Carah went along even though Rena was going too.

“Nah. Samy and I are still finishing our food. We will go join you guys later.” Bonita said to Carah.

“OKIE” Carah, Shae and Rena walked to upstairs to the movie room 002, next to Carah’s room.

Bonita walked towards Samy. She sat on the kitchen bar, next to Samy’s fake chicken nuggets. She touched Samy’s head softly and spoke with a whipped gay voice.

“The full moon party is on tomorrow, on the Neverland. It only takes 30 mins on a boat. Let’s go hang out on the beach and chill. I want to show you something.” Bonita said.

They walked along the beach to the Hornykru harbor. It was big and had so many big boats there. Samy seemed to be interested in those boats.

“Tomorrow we will go there by Lesboat.”

“LESBOAT WHAT” Samy yodeled.

“:) Happy Birthday, Samy.” Bonita said. Then she kissed Samy on the cheek. Samy almost forgot that her birthday was coming soon. “I know you have always dreamed of having a titanic boat since forever. You have done so much for me and we have been through a lot. Now that we are successful and have this dreamy life together, you deserve everything you want in life. You will get to see the boat tomorrow in the morning.”

Samy was so overwhelmed that she didn’t know what to say. Bonita meant a lot to her. They had known each other for 8 years. When Bonita was in a film college, she used to go to Samy’s bar so often that they became good friends.. or more than that. Since none of them had ever said it out loud, so things were always complicated between them.

Samy kissed on Bonita’s forehead. “Thank you.”

Bonita knew how much Samy appreciated this without Samy saying anything.

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[Hornykry house’s movie room 001 - 4:00pm]

“After 2 movies, my energy was all drained.” Shae laid her back on the red sofa in front of the giant screen. “May I be excused? I’ll just go take a nap”

“Yeah sure, erm.. I’ll just go with you.” Rena said.

“I’d like to spend my time alone. No offense, but it’s just my habit.”

“It’s okay. Alright..” After that Shae left the room. Carah and Rena were left in the movie room by themselves.

The atmosphere had been quite uncomfortable for both of them since they entered the room. They didn’t talk much but Shae didn’t seem to notice it since she was so deep into the movies. Rena moved forwards to the door..

“Look at us. We can’t even be in the same room together.” Carah said.

Rena turned around to face Carah. “I just have no reason to be here.”

“You said we could still be friends, but what is this all about? You try to avoid me all the time.”

“It’s not easy.” Rena said. “I’m not you. I can’t just be together with someone for so long as lovers and then act like it’s all nothing and just be friends on the next day.”

“Just for the sake of everyone who wants to be here and have fun, why can’t you do that?”

“I’m trying, Carah.” “Do you even hear yourself sometimes like when you speak?

“I didn’t do nothing wrong. You never gave me a chance to even explain myself.”

“Well, tell me.” Rena said. “What could possibly be a good explanation for this whole mess you claim that it is not a wrong thing? We were together for 5 years for fuck’s sake. You kept an unacceptable secret from me. You were already married when you met me and until now you still are.”  

“It is nothing like that.” Carah sighed. “He and I had already fell out of love before we even met. He wouldn’t break up with me. We were best friends. I didn’t want to lose him either so we agreed to be in an open relationship. But you know I loved you I really did.”

Rena felt like she was slapped by that word “love” in the past tense.

“I never agreed to be with someone who is already in a relationship. There was none of my consent. ”

“You never told me.”

“Never told you what? How could I possibly know? You are so full of your own ass. It’s not that I’m still mad. I just can’t trust you anymore.” Rena was so upset. She walked out of the room and went into the first room she found on the second floor.

“WHAT THE FUCK” Blaire was startled because Rena got into the room without knocking while she was dancing with Violet and Janice.

“Why are you guys here? Violet, when did you get here?” Rena was legit confused to see Violet, Janice, Blair and also Erin who was sitting on the big bed in the room watching these girls dance.

“The guards let me in.” Violet said. “They remember me. I gave them meth.”

“There is a cop here DON’T YOU KNOW?” Rena put her hand on her head and signed.

“Yeah I saw her earlier. She won’t know. Why would she even come into this room.” Blair said.

“Just be careful. I don’t want you guys to get caught.”

“Yeah. Rena is right.” Erin said. She was smoking a rainbow blunt.”Are you okay, Rena?”

“I think so. Can I just hang out with you guys in here?”

“Of course. Come join us, Carah paid for all of this. I love jesus.” Blair said.

“UGH why do I always have to bump into everything related to her”

“Go with me then.” Erin stood up and held Rena’s hand. “They have an art gallery room at downstairs. You might want to check it out.”

“Alright.” They both went to the art gallery room.

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[Hornykru Beach - 6:30pm]

Your love is my turning page Where only the sweetest words remain.. [Samuel’s calling]

Samy’s phone rang when she and Bonita were riding horses and watching the sunset platonically together.

“Hey sis, care to have dinner together?”

“Sure. I’ll bring some people with me, also Denisha.”

“Great! Let’s meet at 7:30pm at the Gitterbug restaurant. It is located 2 km away from here. I’ll send you the location.”

“Alright. See you.”

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[Gitterbug Restaurant - 7:30pm]

“I’M SCREAMING you all look so gorgeous!” Felix, one of Samuel friends said after the whole group of Samy’s friends arrived.

“Thank you. Wow this is a big ass table.” Samy said.  

“Here, you sit next to me and all your friends sit over here and there. Suit yourselves girls.” Samuel said. “So, girls. Who are you guys? These two next to me are Felix and Renly. These are Conner and Luce. Also Luce has a twin but she went to the bathroom.”

(Cara as Luce)

“Nice to meet you all. Girls this meal is on Samuel. Order anything you want to eat. Samy, here this menu is for vegans” Bonita said.

“Thanks.” Sam went through the menu. “I will have fake fish vagina steak, please”

“Me too” Blair said.

They all were enjoying choosing food they wanted to eat from the menu, then a tall blonde short haired girl who looked exactly like Luce came to the table.

“Hey.” She said. “I’m Annabelle.”

..

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To be continued Bitches

[fortheloveoftonks-blog]

Friday, May 19, 2017

The end of week two! Got a call bright an early to see if I could come to the proton center about a half hour earlier than scheduled. Yeah, sure. No Problem. We’re only 3 minutes from the place after all. I told her to give me a few minutes to brush my teeth and I’d see her shortly. I feel really good today. Better than the last few days. Even my throat is less....hummm I haven’t quite figured out the word to describe my throat. It doesn’t hurt, no pain, doesn’t feel raw or sore. Maybe dry with an extreme weird taste in the very back behind the tongue. 

Business as usual. Change then the short walk to the gantry, put my hair in ponytails, lay on the table, get the mask clamped down and and they’re off. The machines grind and churn, bumps and bangs with all the adjustments. I’m rather excited because the doc had said yesterday that he would come check out the scan to see if he could tell a noticeable difference in the size of my tumors, so I’m expecting him down with the crew checking things out. I think I do hear his voice at some point while I’m laying there. I’m not as much at ease today as I have been. I don’t know why. But I lay there listening intently trying to analyze the sounds and the movements even though I’m aware of what they stand for. 

Session over I change again and go fetch Greg so we can go see the doctor again. I ask several questions that I’m curious about. “Why, if I have weight to lose, don’t you want me to lose weight?” He said straight across the board those who eat and try to maintain their weight throughout radiation do better because the body derives energy from the food to keep up with the metabolic processes of repair as the radiation breaks down. He said that no matter what I will lose weight towards the end because it will become just too difficult to eat. Number two, I wanted the picture/video he took when he first examined me - the picture showing the tumor attached to the epiglottis. 

And third the news about the tumor size. He said he had seen the picture but hadn’t analyzed it yet. He said it had shrunk enough that by the end of the following week he would order another scan to superimpose over the original to see if they needed to make changes to the size of the Proton Beam so as not to radiate more tissue than needed. That was heartening! Great vibes. Ready for the weekend. 

Grapevine was holding one of their yearly festivals and it was starting today. Since it was early Greg and I decided to go investigate the festival today because the weather was looking pretty threatening. Tomorrow might not be so favorable. We walked down one side of Main Street stopping to look at the vendors, then turned around at the end and walked down the other side. Nothing jumped out at us calling our names demanding to go home with us. It was a pleasant outing and then we were both ready to go home to rest.

Christina from the Proton Center had invited us to attend a special event at a local high school called Relay for Life. There were literally hundreds of people in purple cancer survivor shirts and after registering I found myself in one too. Because of the weather the event was moved into the gym. We were greeted with entertainment and booths and then the survivors and their caretakers began the ceremonial walk around the gym. I found myself in awe and suddenly humbled. Every one of these people have had, or are related to people who have had the most feared disease on the planet and I am walking around among that group. I am now a statistic. That was a staggering thought.

But more than that these people are real live people who have either survived or have buried a loved one or been touched by cancer, and they have feelings and this disease is real and it doesn’t really matter if they’ve lived life according to NH or not. I am living proof of that obviously. Sixty-six years old is pretty young to be finding out you have cancer after “Being a Hygienist since before birth.” Another staggering thought. That Hygiene chip just keeps getting knocked off my shoulder even though my brain tries to figure out how to keep it there. 

The cancer survivors and their caretakers were specially honored with a dinner of grilled hamburger or hot dog. There was a great variety of drawing for prizes, hoping for everyone to win something. We sat by a woman and her 6th grade son. She won the very first drawing - tickets to the Medieval Times Restaurant and I won the very special Cancer Tree picture, the very last drawing. When I got back to the table with my tree picture Greg told me that she had really wanted to win that picture. When I turned around she was headed for the table and I asked her what she had won. She showed me the tickets to Medieval Times and I looked her in the eyes and asked if she would like to swap with me. Her eyes got so wide and fluid that she put her hands over them to cover her tears, then looked at me and said “Are you sure?” I replied “Absolutely,” and gave her a hug. Her son fist-bumped with Greg and we decided to walk around a little more then decided to leave even though they were going to have a Luminere ceremony around 9:30. We were tired.