#I punched their tickets into the machine for them

[yarnings]

When I say I love transit I'm not talking about the buses in the city (although I rely on those). I'm talking about the fact that we left Ajax after brunch this morning (afternoon, whatever), and we were home by 17:15, having stopped in Toronto for an hour including a walk to the St Lawrence Market to pick up dinner from Uno Mustachio's, and during NONE of that time were we responsible for dealing with the traffic.

Everyone who was asking us about how our trip in was thought that the fact we took the commuter regional trains in was great and/or clever, even the people who use their cars for ALL travel. It's everyone's favourite way to travel between cities.

[awarmcupofmilk]

Satosugu x Reader "The Most Twisted Curse of All"

summary: the three of you were undoubtedly entertwined from the moment you met. your bond was holy. until everything fell apart. what is love when it can’t save any of you?

content warnings: sad, language, major character death, violence (fight scenes), angst, substance use (smoking/drinking), spoilers/deviations from hidden inventory/cursed child/Shibuya arc

word count: 1.7k

note: hidden inventory arc! everything will be in chronological order now I think, no more time skips :)

pt 1 pt 2 pt 3

© 2024 awarmcupofmilk

please don’t repost, edit, translate, use, or copy my works on any platforms (if you’d really like to please reach out – reblogs are welcome)

There were few things that eased the perpetual guilt within you, and Jujutsu High was no exception to that rarity. Still, daily training, meals, and days off with Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko made you almost forget what you owed. Almost. 

✧✧✧

The four of you had gotten quite comfortable with one another. You hadn’t felt the need to use your technique to monitor their emotions for months. Sitting on a park bench, you leaned over Satoru’s shoulder as he opened the convenience store bag full of popsicles. Shoko reached for one first, then Suguru, taking the flavor you had wanted. Satoru, eyes flicking over to you so quickly you didn’t even notice, snatched it from Suguru. Irritated, Suguru glares at Satoru. He just sticks his tongue out. Satoru unwrapped the popsicle triumphantly, humming a little, as Suguru shook his head to pick another. You watched Satoru as he beckoned you to take the popsicle, but as you gripped the stick, he smirked and bit off a huge piece. His eyes were just dripping with amusement at the tease. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the blush creeping on your cheeks.

“Quit flirting,” Shoko joked, chewing on her popsicle. 

Satoru only laughed, not denying her comment. It only made you more flushed. 

✧✧✧

“Y/N, you’re with me,” Satoru beamed as he slung an arm around you. You noted how easily he touched you. You had preferred to keep physical distance whenever possible, but Satoru’s easygoing contact eased you into it yourself. Still, why were you stuck with him? 

“Suguru, how could you not choose me?” You whined.  “Because he couldn’t beat me in rock paper scissors,” Satoru gloated. “Now get over here and help me win,” he said, pulling you over to the arcade console. 

He definitely didn’t need your help; Satoru was a beast at first person shooters. You watched the tickets sputter out of the machine, overflowing your basket. 

When Satoru went to redeem them, he came back with a bug-eyed rabbit. It was the ugliest stuffed animal you had ever seen. “It looks just like you!” Satoru said, cackling. 

You punched him in the gut. He let you. 

✧✧✧

Fighting curses together was fun, as much as it made you sad. Satoru’s confidence, enjoyment of the fight, wit, it all reminded you of Akemi. Though you never dwelled on it. He was so strong, and you were there beside him, in control of your technique now. The past may never stop haunting you, but it was not the same as the present. 

“Suguru, you take that building,” Satoru led. “Y/N, come with me, there’s a big one here,” he motioned to the building in front of you two. 

Satoru rushes into battle. For good reason, he’s strong. Still, he was irresponsible. He hadn’t even mastered his technique’s reversal yet, nor could he expand a domain. 

✧✧✧

You had no idea what was happening. Satoru’s hand was in your hair, gripping a little too hard, lips on yours, heart thumping so loudly you couldn’t just hear it, you could feel it too. You could smell his shampoo, his detergent, his skin. If you weren’t already tipsy, the scent made you fully intoxicated.

Shoko had snuck in alcohol for the four of you. You were second years now, dabbling in things too mature for your age yet attempting nonchalance. Still, with the beers in your systems, you’d all thought to indulge in a childish game of truth or dare. You had no idea Satoru would be such a lightweight, he didn’t seem like the type. 

“I dared Suguru,” Shoko laughed. Satoru ignored her. 

His lips, pressing against yours, were incredibly soft, slightly wet, creating a sensation that left you lightheaded. You pressed a hand to his chest. He leaned in closer. “I love you,” he told you, deepening the kiss. Love. Love has always left you for dead. Your love was no different than the worst malice, the most ingratiating greed. It kills. You froze, panicking. Before you knew it, you pushed him off. 

His eyes widened, embarrassed, confused, and apologetic all at once. 

“I-, I’m so sorry,” you gasped, tears welling, turning towards Shoko and Suguru, equally shocked at the scene. You gathered yourself and bolted out of Suguru’s dorm room. 

✧✧✧

Suguru followed you out after a few minutes. “Y/N, what happened?”

You turned back, tears now freely streaming down your face out of worry for Satoru and regret for the situation. You didn't mean to, you didn't hate it at all, and most of all, you were selfish to not dwell on his feelings for you, always writing them off. All the blame flooded you. “I’m so stupid,” you said, roughly wiping your face. “It’s…just… I… it’s a lot to explain.”

Suguru didn’t press. He never did. “You want to go get some ice cream to help them sober up?” 

You nodded. 

You made sure to pick up Satoru and Shoko’s favorite flavors, wondering what to say to Satoru when you got back. 

On the way, Suguru handed you a popsicle. Your favorite flavor. You hadn’t even thought to get one for yourself. 

✧✧✧

You weren’t sure if Satoru remembered what happened. He had already passed out when you and Suguru had gotten back, having cried himself to sleep. The next morning, he seemed perfectly fine. Still, he hasn’t made another move since, and the teasing toned down. Still, he was so his usual chipper self you weren’t sure if you were imagining it. Things had been jolted out of balance that night, but everything fell back into equilibrium so quickly you were left wondering if you were the only one tipped over after all.

✧✧✧ 

“Survival of the weakest,” Suguru began. “That’s how a society should be.”

You and Shoko listened, sitting on the benches as Satoru and Suguru debated. They passed the basketball like a mic. 

“Listen, Satoru, jujutsu exists to protect non-jujutsu sorcerers,” Suguru said as he attempted a basket. 

“Is that your moral argument?” Satoru smirked. “I hate moral arguments.”

The air in the room tensed. 

“Assigning reasons and responsibility to strength is what those who are weak do,” Satoru continued, throwing the ball. As soon as it leaves his hand you know it will be a goal. 

“Quit making yourself feel better by spouting bullshit,” Satoru leered, mocking a gag. 

“Hah?” Suguru began. 

“Strength is a curse,” you said, stepping onto the court. Suguru, who was just about to pick a fight, stepped back to listen to you. Shoko left the gym, muttering something about a smoke break. “It isolates you,” you said. “It’s dangerous.”

You grabbed the ball from Satoru, dribbling it slightly. “We save others with our strength so it becomes a blessing,”

Satoru rolled his eyes. “Quit ganging up on me,” he said. “Didn’t cha hear what I just said? Strength isn’t something that needs to be justified, it just exists.”

“Not in a vacuum,” you countered. 

Satoru and you glared at one another.  Suddenly, his gaze shifts. “You seem to feel awfully strong about this, Y/N,”

Taken aback, your eyes widen. You open your mouth, but before you can respond, Yaga walks in, eyeing the atmosphere suspiciously. 

“Suguru, Satoru, come with me.”

✧✧✧

Before leaving for Tengen’s merger, Satoru stopped by your room. “Hey,” he said, knocking. “You alright? The conversation got a little heated earlier.”

“Do you really believe that?” You said, not moving from your bed.  

Satoru furrows his brows, head tilting in confusion. 

“Do you really think there’s no reason for strength?”

“I don’t like being assigned the responsibility,” Satoru said, staring at you matter-of-factly. 

“But you take it on regardless,” you respond, more a statement to yourself than anything else.

Satoru shrugged. 

“You’re kind,” you said, eyes softening. 

And just like that, something in his eyes melted, and you knew he hadn’t forgotten anything about that night, and that it had hurt him, and that as intense as that declaration of love was, he meant it. 

“Satoru,” you breathe, walking up to him. His eyes widen, he stops breathing. 

You lift a hand gingerly to stroke his cheek. But before you can speak, Suguru walks down the hall, oblivious. “Satoru,” he calls. “We gotta go,”

He presses his lips to the palm of your hand quickly, eyes so intense they seem defiant, challenging you to pull away. You don’t. The two of you hold each other’s gaze for a moment. Reluctantly, he turns away. 

✧✧✧

You had mentioned sending the three of you together was overkill. You wished you didn’t have such a fat mouth. 

“Tengen wanted all three of you, but we unfortunately need you and Shoko on a rescue mission,” Yaga explained for you to relay to Shoko. “There have been a series of disappearances, and we just lost contact with a grade 1 sorcerer. Sources say Sukuna’s finger is involved.” You had been caught up earlier on the King of Curses. The spirits his finger would attract wouldn’t be easy to handle, but the sorcerer before you likely took care of most of them. Your main job was to find him and any other people caught in the mix before any remaining curses got there. “Of course, if Sukuna’s finger is there, you’ll need to retrieve it,” Yaga said. 

“Satoru and Suguru will be fine on their own,” you said, nodding. “When do we leave?”

✧✧✧

You liked that Shoko was so indifferent. It wasn’t that she felt nothing, but she understood the reality of things. It grounded her. 

“What’s your take on it all?” You said as the two of you walked. “The strong versus weak thing,”

Shoko smiled slightly; gaze downcast. “I don’t see it any one way,” she said, pulling out a cigarette. “I think you’d have to be pretty crazy to stand alone though,” 

You smiled too. “Off the walls,” you agreed. 

Shoko offered you a cigarette. You took it. 

✧✧✧

The mission wasn’t easy, but it went smoothly enough. Sukuna’s finger had been absorbed by a curse, making the fight difficult. Still, you managed to exorcise it with no major issues. You weren’t able to find one of the missing people, and two others were significantly injured. The sorcerer, too, sustained heavy injuries. You brought them to Shoko as you put up the veil. 

It was in the car of one of the assistant directors that you got the news. The star-plasma vessel died. Satoru and Suguru were both heavily injured. They needed Shoko back immediately. Color drained from you. You took shallow breaths so quickly it soon became hyperventilation. You should’ve been there. Why were you never there to save anyone you loved? 

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[fluffshisuga]

Arcade Games (M.F)

Decided I needed a little fluff with Megumi in an arcade, so made it.

This has been on my mind for like ages, and I need it done. Also, the dragon I imagined while writing this is the Zhongli dragon plush from Genshin impact that I've owned for like 2-3 years, when he's all sleepy :)its 2203 words of just my love for Megumi, honestly.

     How annoying, walking around while there are kids yelling and screaming, and for no reason at all. Screaming isn't going to make the machine give you the Pokémon plush. And yet, it didn't seem to bother anyone, Kugisaki was practically yelling with Itadori as well, practically punching the glass as the small box dropped back into the machine. "Oh, come on! It was right there!" Kugisaki yelled, fuming. Megumi shook his head in annoyance, she was making a scene, and shaking Itadori. "Do you think he's too old to experience Shaking Baby Syndrome?" A voice said beside him. Megumi jumped, before turning his head to you, a bright smile on your face. "He acts like a baby...so anything is possible." He said in a dull tone, shaking his head in the direction of their friends. You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "True. Should we prevent that?" You asked, a slightly concerned look on your face as you watched Kugisaki practically abuse Itadori each time she didn't win a prize. Megumi shrugged his shoulders, a sigh leaving his lips. "Too much effort." You chuckled again, turning your gaze to a machine nearby, a cute dragon plush on display inside. "Oh! Look at that one!" You said happily, moving over to the machine with a beaming smile. Megumi sighed, following behind you.

     "You know these machines are rigged, right?" He grumbled, looking through the glass at the prizes that littered the bottom. Some were stuffed tightly with others, ensuring that they couldn't be grabbed without wasting a few dozen coins in the process, while others were just to the side where the claw could not reach. You huffed and shook your head, slotting a few coins into the machine. "Even so, it's the experience, right?" You shrugged, causing Megumi to sigh. He watched intensely as you tried to position the claw above the dragon, your tongue sticking out slightly in concentration. Megumi smiled softly, finding it just slightly cute. As you dropped the claw down, your eyes widened in excitement as it gripped the plush, pulling it up slowly. "Look!" you said excitedly, grabbing onto his arm for a moment. Megumi let out an amused huff as he watched, his small smile dropping as the dragon fell from the claw a distance away from the drop box. "Oh...let me try again." You said with a smile, determined to get this dragon. Megumi shook his head, looking around for a moment to keep an eye on your other friends. His attention returned to you when a sad sigh left your lips, your head hung in defeat. "All about the experience, huh?" He mumbled, watching you. You shook your head, putting on another smile as you looked around. "There's always another claw machine."

     Megumi trailed behind the three of you, a small smile on his lips as he watched you and Kugisaki rush to the arcade games. "How many tickets can we get today?" Kugisaki said with a smile, slotting a few coins into the skee ball machine. You shrugged as you grabbed one of the balls, a smile on your face. "No clue, but I want enough tickets for a big stuffed animal!" Itadori stood next to Megumi, looking around at the claw machines again. "Hey, these machines are really hard, huh?" He sighed, looking at a little tiger plush in the machine next to them. Megumi shrugged; "Like I told y/n, these machines are rigged." Itadori frowned, adding some coins to the machine. "Yeah, but surely you can win something, right?" He moved the claw over the tiger, concentrating as he moved it to the tiger. Megumi watched with an amused grin, waiting for his immediate fail. However, his eyes widened slightly as the claw grasped firmly around the tiger, lifting it up gracefully before moving quickly to the drop box, dropping the plush. "Look at that! You can win!" Itadori said triumphantly, holding up the tiger. Megumi shook his head with a scowl, turning his attention away. "It's just luck." "Isn't that what the game is all about?" "Shut up."

     With Itadori's success, Megumi kept his eye on claw machines, trying to see which prize was easy to win. He glanced over at you once again, a small smile on his face as you hopped around different arcade games, a large sum of tickets already in your hand. He walked over to you and tapped your shoulder, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him. "I'm going to look at some things, don't get lost." You jumped slightly from the proximity, before you turned to him with a smile. "Okay! Don't get lost yourself." He chuckled, shaking his head. If anything, he could probably find you at the ticket exchange booth, if he couldn't find you anywhere else. With a final nod, he moved away from the three of you, sliding past other players and children as he made his way to a claw machine; the first one he saw you play. The dragon was still there, laying on its side from your previous attempts to adopt it into your arsenal, and Megumi smiled faintly to himself as he pulled out some coins. He wasn't any good with these machines, so his hopes weren't too high when it came to grabbing this little plush, but he was determined. And if not, summoning a bunny to grab it without anyone knowing will be fine, too. He added a few coins into the machine, eying up the plush as he tapped the joystick, inching the claw with small jolts. He grumbled to himself, watching the claw sway, taking time off for him to actually play. "Come on..." He mumbled, tapping the joystick again. A small sound left the machine as the claw dropped; he was out of time. He watched with a frown as one of the prongs grazed the tail of the dragon, pushing a few fake gems as it hit the bottom of the box, pulling nothing up. "Damn..." He whispered to himself, glaring through the glass. He added more coins into the machine, moving around to see if he could maneuver the claw above the dragon, like when you measure stuff in a cylinder. 

     It worked too...slightly. He knew the claw was above it now, but he didn't know if it was too behind the plush, or too forward. Why was this so hard? Megumi sighed, deciding that he was close enough, and dropped the claw. He watched inventively as it dropped slowly, wrapping its prongs around the middle of the dragon. With a smile, Megumi thought about the success, and how you would beam when he presented it to you, how your eyes would light up when they met the closed eyes of the dragon, wrapping it around your shoulders and walking around with it proudly... thump! Megumi was pulled out of his thoughts as he looked toward the sound, seeing the dragon hit the side of the Dropbox and falling back among the prizes. His eyes widened as he bit his lip in anger, seething and yet calming himself down so he didn't act like the many children around him. What a dumb excuse for a fit... He sighed, pressing his forehead against the glass, eyeing the dragon with narrow eyes. "I'll get you...don't worry." He mumbled to himself.

     "Look! I got so many tickets!" Kugisaki yelled, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you. You chuckled, looking at your own collection. "I think we could get some good prizes with these, huh?" You said happily, looking around for the prize booth. "Not yet! We haven't tried this game yet!" Kugisaki yelled, pulling you over to a basketball game. Itadori followed, eyeing the setup with a grin. "Now this is something you can win with skill." He smiled, putting a few coins into the slot. "Hey, no fair! We were after that first!" Kugisaki yelled, slapping him in the shoulder. He yelped in response, holding a basketball up as a shield. "Ow- hey! Calm down, you can have my tickets!" He yelped, peaking at Kugisaki from behind the ball. She scoffed, crossing her arms. "I don't need your tickets, give them to y/n if you need to." She huffed, frowning. You shook your head, urging Itadori to play. "It's fine, besides, we can watch to find a good strategy." You shrugged, a small smile on your face. Kugisaki beamed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. "That's right! See? You're so smart, y/n!" She yelled. You chuckled in response, shaking your head. "Go on, Yuuji."

     Megumi walked around the arcade with a grin on his lips, one that he hid behind a small collection of stuffed animals he had won. Without the help of any summons, mind you. He walked around, the dragon you initially wanted wrapped tightly between his fingers, along with a little plush keychain of the same dragon that he found a few machines away, with a little fox plush paired with a cutely knitted pumpkin. He had wanted to win the knitted wolf, to be honest, but the pumpkin was cute as well; and when he came back to the machine with more coins, he watched a kid win the wolf he was after, so there was no way to get it now. Unless he bribed the kid, of course. He moved around people carefully, looking around for you and the others. He began to worry slightly, not seeing you at any of the games, and he actually didn't know where the prize counter was...which he realized he should have learned about before heading off on his own. Luckily, he didn't have to worry much about finding you, when he heard Kugisaki shout in excitement off in the distance. He sighed to himself, chuckling as he followed the cheers and reaching the prize counter, watching as the poor worker had to run around grabbing everything she asked for. He spotted you next to her, a giant plush in your arms, one you must have purchased with all the tickets you won. Megumi deflated a little when he saw the bundle of white fluff in your arms, realizing that he could have just bought you a gift. What was it that you said? It's the experience that counts. He hated to admit, but he had a little bit of fun while hunting for these plushies for you, and the happiness he felt each time he won something. He walked up behind you, leaning to your ear again so you could hear him over Kunisaki's yells. "I'm back."

     You smiled as you recognized Megumi's voice, turning to him and beaming at him. In your arms was a giant, fluffy, white wolf, with closed eyes as if it was smiling. It was cute, and you seemed pleased to have it. Megumi smiled softly, looking at the wolf in your arms. "Got your arms full?" He asked, raising a brow. You chuckled, shaking your head. "Good, I hope you have enough hands to hold these, then." He smiled, presenting the prizes he won. Your eyes widened as you looked at the dragon, a large smile growing on your lips. "Really?" You gasped, looking at the bundle of gifts in his hands. Megumi nodded, smiling sheepishly as he avoided your gaze. "You wanted the dragon, so I got it." You handed the wolf to Itadori, smiling as you moved to Megumi and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Really?" You asked again, pressing you face into his shoulder. Megumi's eyes widened slightly as he felt his cheeks warm up, clearing his throat as he tried to play it cool, feeling your breath warm the skin on his neck. "Yes, really. You...seemed upset that you didn't get the dragon, I wanted to see if I could." You chuckled, removing your arms from around his neck as you looked at the collection in his arms. "You gathered a few, did you have fun?" Megumi nodded, his face pink as he avoided your gaze. He did have fun, both with the winning and the thought of you being happy to receive his hard-earned prizes. 

     "Oh! You know, I actually have something for you, too!" You smiled, taking the wolf back from Itadori. "I got this for you!" You beamed, holding up the wolf to Megumi. He felt his face heat up some more, looking at the prize you won for him. "...Are you sure..?" He frowned, looking closely at it. "You played a lot of games for the tickets...shouldn't you get yourself something?" You shook your head, smiling up at him. "I got it for you." A sigh left Megumi as he smiled warmly, exchanging the stuffed animals with you. He watched happily as you did just what he thought you would, wrapping the dragon around your shoulders and beaming brightly as you practically nuzzled its snout. He helped you attach the keychain to your bag, carefully attaching it to not break it. You put the other prizes into your bag, smiling up at Megumi. "We should do this again! When we have more money, of course." You chuckled, and Megumi nodded, smiling down at you. "And I want that squeaky hammer too! Come on, hurry up!"

[lottienatsgf]

˚✧ ˚♡˚ ✧˚ abby anderson date alphabet (pt1)

synopsis: one date with abby for each letter of the alphabet, filled with pure fluff and drabbles about each one.

a/n: this has been so much fun to write omg, but it’s taken a lotttt longer than i’d expected, so i’m posting part one now while i continue to write part two. this part contains letters A-L !!! i hope everyone likes it :-)

A = arcade

abby isn’t much of a video game / arcade game person, but once she gets into it, she gets into it. she can’t even decide which machine to go to first; she wants to try everything. you can’t help but giggle as you watch her excitedly bounce from game to game, winning a surprisingly large amount of tickets. some friendly competition arises between the two of you, as she -of course- wants to win, but she’d never let that cause her to act mean to you in any way. after testing out each game, she decides that her favorite is the boxing one, the one where you simply punch the machine to see who can hit it the hardest. she plays this one over and over again, loving to impress you with her strength. after combining all of you tickets, she lets you pick out whichever shitty arcade prizes you want, her face lighting up as she watches you pick out different types of candy and plushies.

B = beach

abby simply doesn’t understand why you’re packing so much in your bag for just a simple day trip to the beach, but she doesn’t complain. arriving at the sandy beach, you can’t help but stare at your beautiful girlfriend, dressed in a tight white tank top and swimming trunks. her hair is tied up loosely in her signature braid, blowing carelessly in the wind. your day on the beach begins! abby ends up being glad that you overpacked, and she happily uses up the sunscreen you brought. even still, the sun tints her cheeks a soft pink color, making her freckles stand out even more. you kiss each one of them before carefully rubbing another blob of sunscreen onto her face. abby prefers to stay in the sand under the umbrella instead of going into the water, but she gladly inspects all the seashells you show her, marveling over your eye for finding the best ones. you stay at the beach all day, soaking up the warmth and the salt air. at the end of the day, you sit together on the blanket, sandy legs intertwined as you watch the sun set over the ocean.

C = camping

abby is a WHORE for camping. she eats up every minute of it, loving the outdoor time and a chance to show off her strength while also spending quality time with the love of her life. she makes sure to do everything for you; carrying all the equipment, setting up the tent, starting the fire��� absolutely everything. even with your rebuttal, it’s always, “relax, baby. i’ve got this.” she’s quick to comfort you if you express any fears of being in the middle of the woods at night or getting eaten alive by a bear, and she holds you close to her as the sun goes down. the two of you sit on the ground by the fire and make s’mores, and abby keeps giggling about how sticky her hands are getting from the marshmallows. once the nighttime air becomes cooler, she wraps her jacket around you, making sure you never become cold. you stay up all night with her by the fire, listening to her corny jokes, having deep conversations about the world, and stuffing yourselves full with s’mores. when you finally decide to go to sleep, she pulls you into her sleeping bag, insisting that it’s simply “to keep warm.” she holds you tight as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in her strong arms and lulled to sleep by the gentle beating of her heart and the crickets chirping outside the tent.

D = dinner and dessert

after a loooong day of working, abby wants to treat you to a nice little surprise. she watches as you get all dolled up, literal heart eyes as you apply makeup and style your hair. once you’re both ready, she takes you to a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant. “pick out whatever you want,” she tells you. you glance at the menu, not wanting to spend her money. “are you sure?” “you deserve it. you spoil me so much, let me do the same now.” she insists. you order your favorite food, and you enjoy your meal together in the romantic candlelight. it takes you forever to finish your meal since the two of you can’t stop talking, discussing things going on in your lives. after dinner, she takes you out for dessert, bringing you to an adorable cafe with so many options to choose from. abby orders a coffee and a slice of cake, and you get your favorite sweet treat. she gushes over how beautiful you look and won’t stop staring at you to eat her dessert. finally, you both finish, and abby insists on order another slice of cake togo so she can eat it later.

E = escape room

abby is so. good. at escape rooms. she’s incredibly smart and always solves them so quickly, but she pretends to be confused just so she can have more time with you on the date. “yeah, i really have no idea what to do here,” she’ll say, meanwhile she’s already two steps ahead of you. still, she loves watching you figure it out, the way your brow furrows as you think and the way you talk out your thoughts as they come to you. of course, there’s been a few instances where the two of you have gotten in trouble at an escape room for making out when you were supposed to be solving the puzzle, which you both laugh about any time you go back to one.

F = fair

abby is pretty nervous about a fair date. there’s huge crowds, long lines, and you can’t forget about her fear of heights. she absolutely refuses to go on any rides that leave the ground, but she’s more than happy to play rigged carnival games with you and try all the different types of fair food. you beg her to ride the ferris wheel with you so you can kiss her at the top of it, but she won’t give in. her compromise is to give you as many kisses as you want - as long as her feet don’t leave the ground. of course, you take her up on this, smothering her with kisses any chance you can get. she blushes as this draws the eye of a few people, but neither of you really care. abby is somehow a master at the fair games, especially the darts or shooting ones. she has no use for any of the prizes, so she gives them all to you. by the end of the day, your stomachs are full from excessive amounts of fried food, and abby’s hands are full of huge plushies that she won for you. “that wasn’t horrible, hmm?” you tease her. “absolutely terrible,” she replies sarcastically, earning a kiss on her nose before you leave the fair.

G = gym

it’s no secret that abby loves the gym. she’s so happy that you finally agreed to go with her, and she gets you the cutest athletic set to wear. you have no idea what half the machines in the gym are, but abby quickly gets you accustomed to everything. you end up having a pretty good time, racing abby for who can run the fastest mile (she wins. obviously) and who can lift the heaviest weights (again, she wins) the exercise is done in a fun way, and abby is soooo supportive. “hell yeah!” she’ll exclaim after you complete and exercise, and she makes sure to reward you with tons of kisses and praise. she’s become your own personal cheerleader, and you return the favor as she works out. you can’t help but stare at her muscles as she flexes them, earning playful smirks from your girl while she continues to show off her skills.

H = horror movies

abby looooves watching horror movies with you. not so much for the actual movie aspect, but mainly just because she loves to hold you during the really scary parts and run her hands through your hair as you bury your face into her chest. before the movie, she insists on preparing a plethora of snacks, because “that’s just part of the movie watching experience.” you finally get everything ready and you curl up in bed with abby, flicking off the lights and starting the movie. she pretends to not be scared, but you still catch her flinching at the jump scares and you can feel her heart beating faster. you snuggle close to her, loving the feeling of her protective arms around you as the movie goes on. you absentmindedly trace over her skin with your fingers while you watch, and abby occasionally leans down to kiss the top of your head. halfway through, the two of you become way more interested in making out than watching the movie, which leads to the entire last half of the movie being forgotten. as the credits begin to roll, abby pulls away from your lips, leaning over to check the time. “over already?” she grins, reconnecting her lips with yours once more.

I = ice skating

after dressing up in warm clothing (and a lot of persuasion) abby reluctantly follows you to the ice skating rink. abby does not like skating. however, more than that, she likes pleasing her girl, so she obliges. let’s just say that abby is not good at ice skating. of course, you’re not a pro at it, but even a small child could be better at skating than abby. her usual confidence disappears the second she steps onto the slippery ice, and she begs you to hold her hand and never leave her side. as you slowly glide over the ice, she grips your hand impossibly tight, her knuckles turning white and her hands becoming increasingly sweaty. she’s a mess, and of course, she’s incredibly embarrassed about this. you find it adorable to watch her slip around on the ice and insist on holding your hand, begging “no! no, please don’t let go!” but finally, she’s been struggling so much that you decide to just leave early, promising her that no, you’re not mad and no, she didn’t look stupid. on the way home you stop to get a sweet treat for a very defeated looking abby, who gladly accepts it.

J = jewelry making

as soon as you come up with the idea of a jewelry making date, you and abby storm the craft store for supplies, returning home with bags of beads, string, and charms. neither of you could decide on just one color or design, so you just bought everything. a little while later finds you both sprawled out on the carpet, carefully sliding plastic beads of all colors onto the string. abby lays on her stomach, propped up by her elbows. she would never ever admit it to her friends, but she’s actually really enjoying herself. some light music plays in the background, and your girl hums along softly, focused intently on figuring out the perfect color combination for her bracelet. you’ve been stringing together a combination of pinks and purples (as well as some heart and star charms) and abby seems to have decided on a light shade of blue. the two of you work mostly in silence, too focused to engage in conversation, but she’ll occasionally look up at you with pure adoration in her eyes, her mouth spread into a wide smile. after a long time of bracelet making, abby sits up, reaching out to you to drop a bracelet into your hand. “for you,” she grins as you examine the bracelet. it’s a chaotic mess of an entire rainbow of colors, but it’s the letter beads in the center that catch your attention: a-b-b-y. “you can wear it all the time, and i’ll always be with you,” she winks. “that was the corniest thing i’ve ever-“ you begin to say, but the sound of her laughter cuts you off. she takes the bracelet into her hands, sliding it carefully onto your wrist. in return, you gift abby with one of the bracelets you made, a soft pink one with glittery hearts. blushing profusely, abby puts it on, rotating her arm to admire it. “i love it. i love you,” she says, kissing the tip of your nose. abby wears your bracelet every day, never taking it off her wrist. anytime you see abby, you can guarantee that she’ll be wearing her pink beaded bracelet given to her by the one and only.

K = karaoke

after finding an old karaoke disc stored away in an abandoned building, abby is insistent upon trying it out with you. you’re pretty embarrassed to sing in front of her, but abby promises you that she won’t judge you. after lots of begging, you give in, and abby pops the dvd into the player and sits you down next to her on the couch. she’s gathered two hairbrushes to use as microphones, persistent on the idea that this has to be “as realistic as possible.” however, as soon as the dvd starts playing, you know you’re in for a mess. all of the songs are ancient, and you have no idea how any of them sound. this results in you and abby guessing the melodies, singing painfully out of tune while making up how you think the song would go. “ooh, i got this one!” she exclaims before breaking into the chorus of one song, tripping over her words and laughing more than actually singing. “yeah, you really do,” you tease her, even though you’re no better. all of your fears about singing in front of abby are gone, replaced by the sheer happiness of the two of you laughing and playing around together. even though neither of you know any of the old songs, you still play the dvd until its very end, dramatically improving to all the songs. by the time it’s done, you’re both sore from smiling so hard and worn out from all the laughing.

L = library

abby looooves reading. huge book nerd. she flies through novels, always wanting to talk to you about what she just read. one day, she takes you with her to the library to pick out some new books. as soon as you enter the building, she’s off, on her way to find her newest selection. you follow cluelessly behind her, pointing out books with interesting covers, or marveling over how long some of them are. “this one is so good,” she’ll say to you, pointing out a book on the shelf that you’re passing. you pick up a few books, reading the synopsis and flipping through the pages. abby continues to wind through the shelves, curiously hunting for a new book. after searching the entire library, her hands are full of books of different lengths. “okay, which one should i get?” she asks you. you look through each one, wanting to make the best decision. finally, you’ve made your pick, and abby heads to the counter to check it out. you follow behind her, gazing at your beautiful girlfriend. she looks so happy, so excited. she hasn’t stopped smiling since you set foot in the building, and you just love watching her do things that she loves.

[bentosandbox]

AK Fest posting part 1

because i have so many pics to go through

There are two halls, the one with official/fan stuff and the actual theme park-ish one This post covers the first because image limit

The tickets were sold on Bilibili so I got them myself, you also have to register your name and ID and I got a VIP ticket so I got to sleep in little later (i think it was like 298 vs 598 RMB... you get more merch and 1 hour earlier entrance/shorter entry queue, but apparently so many people lined up early on the first day they let the floodgates loose at 8 plus and merch sold out by 0930 lmao) Idk how unfair it'd be (not sure how many tickets they sold per tier) but I kind of wish the VIP let you fastpass the attractions too kuxiao

I went on the 4th which was the second…? day and before I went in I had to scan a qrcode to basically upload a selfie lol (surprisingly didn't have to do this for the concert they just looked at my passport punched in the funny numbers on a device and let me through a manned door)

You get a totally not infection monitor to tap at every location, and if you scan the qr code on the underside it brings you to a miniapp on wechat that shows you your progress and queue estimates (there was also some quest thing that i forgor to do i think you get doctor stickers for it)

I headed here first because I wanted to pass some stuff to an oomf at the doujin area (first pic is the queue...) they invited a bunch of fanartists (that post regularly on skland? not sure) to table there kinda cool with a showcase of fanart

sorry it was impossible to take a nice pic of the chummer gk I TRIED

bought an eyja collab tea bottle cause it was from vending machines compared to the fresh drinks (i didnt get to try the chen one cause uh… i forgot basically the naixue near my hotel was always out of the drink set w/ the bonus merch)

I'd post so many photos but the 10 image limit is kinda killing me over here... they had this huge area to look back at all the events basically

Area with production materials and some merch wips like I saw the justice knight figurine that I can't post because I already have 10 images on here ahhhhh WAIT I CAN JUST EMBED TWEETS ON HERE

Old tweets about the Free Stage that day which was basically public karaoke guillotine

and the frostnova memorial

[earthtoharlow]

Flashing Lights

Jack Harlow x SingerOC

Series Masterlist

05. Toronto

“Are you listening to anything I’m saying?” CoCo, Maryse’s manager asked her. 

Well, no. Maryse thought in her head. They had been having this meeting for over an hour now, and truthfully she had stopped listening after they decided to change which song should be her first single. She just wanted to get out of there and head over to see Jack. She needed a break.

The pair had broke the internet when the paparazzi photos came out from when they got lunch, it got even crazier after Jack’s Instagram post. 

“Sure, whatever you say. Yes to everything.” Maryse was over this. 

“OH? So you want me to tell Drake’s team that you’re declining his invite to his concert in Toronto next week?”

“Wait…”

“Exactly” CoCo said with a pointed stare. 

“Ok ok, I’m sorry CoCo. We’ve been having this meeting for hours now. I know how important this album is, it’s my debut! But you’re more stressed about it than I am!”

CoCo let out a sigh before putting her notes down. “Alright, fine. I guess, you’re free to go see that man now.” She says before shooing Maryse away

She didn’t have to tell her twice. Maryse walked around the table and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and headed towards the exit. She stopped at the door and cheekily asked CoCo, “What man?” She dashed out the door with a laugh when CoCo threw her pen at her. 

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“Urban, stop!” The muffled sound of Jack’s voice came through the door as Maryse stood at the front of his place in LA.

She could hear shuffling on the other side before the door opened and she was greeted by Urban as he leaned one hand against the door. Jack was behind him just shaking his head. “Hey, Maryse! It’s nice to finally meet you when you aren't intoxicated.”

Maryse groaned at that, remembering that he was there that night at the bar. She greeted him with a hug before Urban stepped aside to let her in. As Maryse walked in she wiped the bottom of her shoes on the rug before taking them off and placing them by the door. When she looked up Jack was standing there waiting to greet her. Jack walked up to her and pulled her in for a big hug. Maryse took a moment to take in his cologne, he always smelled so good. Just as they were about to pull away, Urban said from behind them “get a room!”

Jack pulled away before reaching out and punching Urban in the arm. He turned back around, giving Maryse an apologetic smile. She thought the slight blush on his cheeks was cute. 

Jack walked her towards the kitchen “I’m happy you’re here. I just wanna apologize if those pictures of us hanging out caused any trouble.” Maryse waved her hand at him, “Jack, you don’t have anything to apologize for. I can deal with fans and the media. Trust me, I’d rather them talking about the two of us rather than bringing my ex up any chance they get.” She told him with an eye roll. 

Jack nodded understandingly, before letting Maryse walk in the kitchen first. She stopped in her tracks at the sight in front of her. Maryse immediately turned back around to Jack in shock. “What’s all this?” There was a popcorn machine with two movie buckets stacked next to it. Boxes of pizza, and every single movie candy you could think of. Jack turned his kitchen into a movie theater snack bar. It was incredible.

“Too much?” Jack said from behind her, rocking on the back of his heels nervously. She shook her head. 

“You said on the phone earlier that you needed to not think about music for a few hours so I figured we could have a movie night.”

Maryse started to get excited, “Really?”

Jack nodded before reaching into his pocket and pulling out two fake movie tickets, before handing one to her.

“Yes, really!” He said with a laugh "So pick your snacks and then we can go to the living room and pick any movie you want to watch.” Maryse caught him off guard and jumped into his arms and pulled him into a hug. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done. Thank you so much, Jack”

They still had their arms around each other as they pulled away. “Anytime, we all deserve a little break.” Jack said, staring in her eyes before looking down at her lips. He never wanted to kiss someone so bad. 

“Uh, why are you guys staring at each other like that?” Jack and Maryse jumped at the sound of Urban’s voice, and stepped away from one another. 

Maryse was the first to speak. “I was just thanking him for all of this..” she said and motioned to the food and movie snacks around them. 

“Ah, got it! Well you know I did help him with this. I mean, I ordered the pizza. Where’s my thank you embrace?” Urban joking said. Maryse laughed with a nod and walked over and gave him a hug as well. She couldn’t see but behind her, Jack stuck up his middle finger at Urban and mouthed at him to leave the house. 

Pulling away, Urban grabbed two bags of M&Ms and told the pair goodbye. “It was nice to finally meet you, Maryse. I’m sure I’ll see you soon.”

“You sure you don’t wanna stay?” Maryse asked him

“Nah, I’ve got a date.” He said before waving goodbye. 

After he left Jack and Maryse grabbed their snacks and popcorn before heading to the living room. After scrolling through the movie selection the two settled on Fast & Furious. Jack was shocked to hear that she had never seen the series. 

“Wait? So he’s an undercover cop?” Maryse questioned before shoving more popcorn in her mouth. 

Jack nodded and chewed his candy before replying. “Yeah, Dom and that other guy are suspects in this case.”

“Oh I see, I hate that he’s lying to Mia. All white men do is lie.” Maryse said, ignoring the look of shock on Jack’s face at what she said.

“Now, hold on—“ Jack was cut off by Maryse who told him hush “Be quiet! I can’t hear Vin Diesel!”

They managed to make it to the third movie before falling asleep on the couch. At some point during the night, Maryse ended up asleep on his chest. When Urban walked in, he couldn’t help but pull out his phone and take a photo. It would be a good story to tell them when they finally stopped ignoring their feelings for one another. 

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Maryse was back home in NY for a few hours. She was currently in the laundry room, folding clothes. Her flight to Toronto left in a few hours, so she was making sure she had everything packed and ready. As Maryse was walking back to her room to add more clothes to her suitcase, her phone started to ring. Seeing that it was Jack she immediately answered. 

“Hey Jack!” She answered before putting the phone on speaker. “Hey” his voice always sent chills through her body. 

“I hope I’m not bothering you.” He said. Maryse shook her head like he could see her. “Of course not, I’m just doing laundry. So thank you for calling. I needed a reason to stop.” 

Jack laughed a little on the other line. “I know this is last minute, but I called asking if you wanted to come with me to see Drake In Toronto this weekend?”

There was a beat of silence before Maryse started laughing. Jack had never been so confused. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just that I’m literally packing to go to Toronto for Drake’s concert. So I’ll see you there!”

Jack let out the breath he was holding, happy that was the reason she was laughing. “Oh that’s even better! I’ll see you there then.”

They talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. 

Maryse continued packing after getting off the phone. She was even more excited for the trip now. 

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Maryse flashed her pass to the security before they let her into the vip section of the venue. Drake would be getting on stage any minute now. Jack has been in town since yesterday but of course she’s been working nonstop since she got to Toronto on Thursday. So she hasn’t been able to see him yet. Jack had texted her letting her know he was already in his seat waiting for her, now she just has to find him. 

Sometimes Maryse hated how short she was, yeah she had on heels but she still couldn’t see over the tall bodies around her. Just as she was about to call him, she heard her name being called. Turning around, Maryse saw Jack waving his arm so she could spot him. She quickly squeezed past everyone and run towards him, giving him a big hug before he could speak. 

“What am I chopped liver?” Urban exclaimed from behind them. Maryse pulled away from Jack with a laugh and gave Urban a hug as well. 

Maryse put her purse on the small table in front of her before sitting down next to Jack. Leaning closer so he could hear her better she spoke in Jack’s ear “I’m telling you now, I will not apologize for how I act when Drake comes out.”

Jack laughs with a nod as the lights of the venue start to dim. “Wouldn’t expect anything less.” 

After the first few songs, Maryse could tell Jack was trying to play it cool, reaching down to grab his hands and she pulled him to his feet. They started rapping the lyrics to each other. Maryse jumped in her seat when the opening chords of Work started. That song always got Maryse to dance no matter who was around. She started grinding against Jack. At that moment she wished there were fewer layers of fabric between them, as his hands gripped her hips tightly. She was positive that her dress was probably riding up her ass in the crudest way possible but she didn’t care. 

Maryse’s back was still facing Jack as she continued to grind her hips up against him. Reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, her heart started hammering as he breathed in her ear. Long, hot, heavy breaths. 

“If you had a twin, I would still choose you.” Jack sung in her ear. He then spun her around so they could face each other, pulling her into his chest. Thrusting his hips into her lower stomach.

Maryse had never been so grateful for the dark lighting in the vip area. She couldn’t imagine what the reactions of everyone on the floor would think seeing them dancing like this. 

The two kept eye contact with each other as the song started to fade out into the next track. All of Jack’s attention was on Maryse and Maryse alone. She loved it. She loved how confident Jack was. It was refreshing. Maryse was falling for this man. She was no longer ignorant to the fact that she liked him. Her brain was telling her to run before she got hurt, but her heart wouldn’t let her walk away. Besides, she didn’t think she could walk away, even if she wanted to. 

Jack Harlow had completely taken her. 

Their foreheads were pressed together now. Maryse slid her hands up his chest and then to the back of his neck. 

“Jack.” She whispered out. 

“I know.” Maryse leaned up and placed her lips on his. Jack moaned into her mouth and tightened his grip around her. 

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[moonythejedi394]

snippet from these days act two scene six

Bucky walks with Steve on his left to his truck. He unlocks the passenger door and opens it before crossing to the driver’s side. Steve gets in next to him and spreads out his insulin bag to check his blood sugar while Bucky gets off campus.

“What is it?” Bucky asks.

“Eighty,” Steve answers. “Probably should’a gotten up earlier, but oh well.”

“Starbucks?” Bucky suggests.

Steve smiles and rolls his eyes. “You and Starbucks.”

“It’s ‘cause their food ain’t so full’a shit like McDonald’s!” Bucky insists.

“You realize it’s still full’a preservatives and the like?” Steve asks him.

“But not as much as McDonald’s,” Bucky repeats. “You don’t even like McDonald’s, what’chu raggin’ on Starbucks for?”

Steve rolls his eyes. “Sure, Jan,” he answers.

Bucky rolls his eyes right back. Steve packs up his insulin bag, drops it onto the floor, then pulls his legs up onto the bench to sit sideways. He leans against Bucky’s shoulder, his head falling against the back of the bench by Bucky’s neck.

A year ago, Bucky would have been prompted to drop a kiss onto the top of Steve’s head and it would’ve brought a soft, pleased smile to Steve’s lips. Now, Bucky just keeps his eyes on the road.

Steve’s right there, Bucky can reach out and touch whenever he wants, but he’s still missing him.

“You should know, I do not have available funds to blow on carney games,” Steve says.

“Technically, neither do I,” Bucky says with a grin. “But that’s what my credit card is for.”

Steve snorts. “We love cheap thrills.”

Bucky pays for Starbucks. Steve complains, but only after Bucky’s handed over his debit card and gotten it back, which is their usual routine. Steve turns on the radio and it’s already on his favorite station, tuned there because Bucky won’t let anybody change it. They drive to Coney Island listening to a mix of old and new R&B and soul music because Steve’s secretly a hipster. They have to walk a while after Bucky parks, then they’re there.

“I haven’t been here since I was, like, eight,” Steve confesses.

“Last time I was here, I had five limbs,” Bucky agrees.

(Sarah’s ghost gawks at him in horror and disgust.)

Steve snorts. He grabs Bucky’s elbow and tugs him towards the ticket booth. There’s a line, because there’s always a line, but they have a whole day ahead of them so it doesn’t matter.

“I’m buying my tickets,” Steve says as they near the top of the line.

“Nope,” Bucky announces. “I invited you, punk, I’m buyin’.”

“You bought breakfast!” Steve retorts. “I can buy my own tickets!”

“I earn more money,” Bucky tells him.

Steve gives his shoulder a shove. “Fuck you, I don’t need your money!” he says, but he’s laughing.

“It’s a gift!” Bucky insists. Steve makes as though to punch him again and Bucky quickly throws his arm over Steve’s shoulders to haul him into a headlock. “If you don’t let me buy your tickets, I’ll make you walk home.”

“No, you won’t,” Steve answers, laughing. “You know I’d just spend more money getting an Uber.”

“I won’t let you use my washing machine anymore,” Bucky says quickly.

“I can buy my own tickets,” Steve laughs.

“Pal, just let your boyfriend buy your tickets,” the person behind them says.

Bucky jerks back and Steve stands upright. For a second, Bucky is too shocked to say a thing.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Steve insists while Bucky flounders.

The person behind them raises their hands. “Whatever, man.”

Bucky glances at Steve, still shook up. Steve blushes.

(“Idiots,” Sarah’s ghost huffs.)

“Next!” the ticket booth operator calls.

Bucky hustles forward, pulling out his credit card. “Two all-access wristbands, please.”

“No, I’m buying my ticket!” Steve gasps, running forward.

Bucky drops his card onto the counter and snatches Steve up by the middle, lifting him off his feet and holding him away from the ticket booth bodily. Steve blinks at him down at him as Bucky had grabbed him low on his frame, his hands clutching to Bucky’s shoulders. 

The ticket booth operators laugh. 

(So does the ghost of Sarah.)

“I said,” Bucky tells Steve, smirking, “I got it.”

“This is cheating!” Steve accuses.

Bucky sticks his tongue out. “Serves you right for bein’ so scrawny.”

“Here you go, honey,” the lady helping Bucky says, handing back over his card and two wristbands. “Enjoy yourselves, kids.”

Bucky puts Steve down to take his card and the wristbands. Steve crosses his arms and glares at Bucky. Bucky pulls him out of the line, then holds out the wristbands to Steve.

“You love me?” Bucky says teasingly, quoting something Steve said a few weeks back.

He doesn’t mean it, obviously; he knows Steve doesn’t really love him. Well, not any more than a friend would.

(“Say it back!” Sarah’s ghost snaps at Steve.)

Steve flushes red, but snatches the wristbands from his hands. “I’m buying dinner!” he says stubbornly, then puts a band on each of their wrists. Bucky tosses his arm over Steve’s shoulder with a grin on his face and pulls him into the park.

“Jerk,” Steve grumbles.

“Punk,” Bucky answers fondly.

(Sarah’s ghost smacks herself in the forehead before following her hopeless duckling and cowardly ward.)

[gxthicupid]

Hello! Could I request an Mk with a demigirl s/o who has electricity powers please?

Thank you!^^

-🌼 anon

୨⎯ 𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑹𝑰𝑪 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 [𝑴𝑲 𝒙 !𝑫𝑬𝑴𝑰𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓]

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ: ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴋ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴇʟᴇᴄᴛʀɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ? ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ <3

➨ The blazing sun shone brightly upon the city of Megapolis, rings of clouds surrounded the city, and everyone was peacefully working or casually enjoying their time with friends or family. You and MK played games in an arcade among the restaurants and entertainment centres.  

➨ The both of you were trying to beat a boss on the final level, and after some intense focus, you finally defeated the game. "Oh yeah!" You shouted in unison, giving each other a high five. Mk reached in for a hug. "Alright, MK and Y/N! The ULTIMATE power couple!"  

➨ MK then gave you a peck on the cheek before lifting you up and twirling in joy. While you wait for all the tickets to come out of the machine, you hear Mei running into the arcade in the distance and waving her phone to catch your attention. 

➨ "You guys! Check this out!" Mei seemed concerned, and once you and MK looked into her phone, it showed a LIVE video of the silver and gold demons terrorising the city again. MK's face immediately changed into a heroic look, and Mei summoned her motorcycle gear, with a prepared expression.

➨ When Mei gestured to come along, MK leaned his hand towards you and let you come along with the duo. "C'mon Y/N! We've gotta go stop them." He says to you. You have been recently training with MK all the things he learnt from the Monkey King, and you were ready to join your first battle. 

➨ MK pulled out his staff, and you held onto him tightly. It began to instantly extend to the sky, and you saw Yin and Jin manage to steal a bunch of celestial artefacts and use them to cause problems on one side of the city.  

➨ Once you spotted a safe place to land, you noticed Mei's signature neon green trail on the road. You and MK landed in the middle of the road while Mei parked her motorcycle and pulled out her dragon sword. 

➨ While Yin and Jin were menacingly cackling, you took out a sword that MK got from searching through Monkey King's storage up at Flower Fruit Mountain. Mei and MK fought Jin and Yin, and the silver and gold demons threw celestial artefacts at the duo. You managed to dodge and use your sword to hit any approaching items coming in front of you.

➨ Suddenly, Mei turned her motorcycle into an aircraft with the help of MK, and once you were going to help your friends, some rubble from a nearby building managed to crumble and fall onto you.

➨ Other than the fact that you were stuck, you were alright. Suddenly, you heard Mei's scream, and MK tried to go and help her, but the silver and gold demons managed to knock him off his staff, and he couldn't reach for it. Despite some injuries, you desperately got out of the rubble, but once you tried to get your sword, it broke.

➨ "Mei! MK! NO!" Now panicking, you helplessly watch Mei and MK fall from the sky, and with a sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, something sparked within you - literally.

➨ In the blink of an eye, you ran at lightning speed and climbed up to the skyscraper where Yin and Jin watched your friends fall. Then, you leap, grab both of them and land on a rooftop.

➨ Mei and MK opened their eyes and noticed you were showing off the moves you'd learnt from MK, but with every punch and kick, an electric shock was sent onto Yin and Jin. They were so impressed by the new powers that you'd gotten and decided to help you once MK found his staff, and Mei got her sword back.

➨ Finally, you, MK and Mei managed to defeat Yin and Jin, and they disappeared with the help of smoke bombs. But Mei and MK were more focused on you getting new electric powers.

➨ "OMG Y/N! You got some sick electric powers! How come you've never told us?" Mei patted your back as a gesture of congratulations, but you were still recovering from such an experience. "I don't even know I had electric powers. . ." You spoke in a shocked tone, and MK noticed your uneasiness.

➨ "Can you control them?" MK questioned you, and nothing happened as you tried to summon your powers willingly. You gave MK and Mei a look that told them you couldn't do it, but that's when MK approached you slowly. "Well, whatever you got going on, I'll ensure you learn how to control your powers."

➨ He gave you a comforting smile, and you felt less uneasy with your new powers before Mei exclaimed. "Now that you think about it, you guys give 'power couple' a WHOLE new meaning."

➨ Later that day, you and MK went back to his place, stayed in his room, and played more video games. Just to get your mind off all the events happening today, and just when you were just having fun, you realised it was getting late, and you needed to return to your place.  

➨ However, as you began to get ready to leave, MK volunteered to walk you home, and you felt so happy that you weren't heading back alone. During your walking, you both ended up having some small talk about how everything has been going.

➨ You noticed how he's become more secretive ever since MK took his job as Monkie Kid seriously. "Hey MK, are you okay there?" You sounded sincere as you took his hands, and MK looked like he was holding back his words but seemed to laugh it off.

➨ You stop dead in your tracks and pull MK closer. "Listen here, I don't know what's going on, but you know you can talk to me about anything. When you're ready, I'm all ears." You gave him a tight hug before he smiled in appreciation. "Thank you Y/N"

[humorisstoredinthetits]

The Heathers + Veronica go to the Arcade

They're gaymers, get it, gay-mers

Being a small town, there isn't really that much to do in Sherwood

Besides the mall and the movie theater, the main place that people go for recreational activities is the local arcade

Yes, there somehow is still a honest-to-god arcade operating in the year 20XX

And being the incredibly irresponsible and immature people that they are, the Heathers and Veronica spend a lot of time there

It's not the biggest or best arcade out there, but it's what they have

When they arrive they head straight for the prize counter

It's the same junk you would expect at any arcade, you got your plushes, candy, Nerf guns, animal toys, etc.

They each figure out what they are aiming for and head to the token machine

Chandler used to say that they shouldn't spend that much and that they can just buy what they want on Amazon right before her gfs got 500 bucks worth of tokens each

Now she just internally sighs before also getting an absurd amount of tokens

They get so many that they bring one of those giant plastic tubs to carry all of them

They get so many, in fact, that the arcade simply does not have enough tokens to give all of them at once, and once they are done with the first batch the employees have to go and get the tokens from the machines to give back to them

They'll give out some of their tokens to the kids who are there, they really don't need all of them

Same thing with prizes, if they see that some kid is upset because they didn't get enough tickets to get what they wanted, they'll get it for them

They each have a particular style of game they gravitate towards

Veronica goes to the coin pushers

The arcade has a Spongebob, Willy Wonka and Marvel machine

She tends to go to the Willy Wonka one because even though each card individually is worth less, the complete set is worth more compared to the other two

She'll just stand in place for hours, hitting the button over and over again

She enters an almost catatonic state, hypnotized by the coins

One time Chandler came by just to check in on her and see how she was feeling, and when she tapped her on the shoulder she jumped and almost punched her

She plays it over and over and doesn't stop to play something else bc then someone might jump on and win all the cards she pushed forward

Onetime she won all of the cards out of it and when she tried to ask the employee to put more in they told her that she won all of them and that they didn't have any more to put in the machine

Then she moved on to the other two and cleaned them out as well

Duke plays games of chance

Stuff like Big Bass or that Pirate Spin Wheel one, she lives for the thrill of landing on that Big Bass Bonus

She plays them so much that she knows when the machines are about to pay out and so she'll wait, watching all of them, until she sees the signs of a pay out and rush over and get it

While she waits she'll go over to the classic cabinents, stuff like Pac-man or Galaga

Her and Chandler have a 'friendly' competition going and by friendly I mean downright vicious

If she sees that Chandler has beaten one of her high scores she will abandon all ticket-making endeavors to secure her rightful place as Queen of the Arcade

Her name on the machines is HDK and Chandler's is HCN

Speaking of Chandler, she focuses on games of skill

Stuff like Quik Drop, where you have to get all of the balls into moving cups, things where skill plays a major part in how many tickets you get

With these she can rack up a lot of tickets very quickly, her output far surpassing that of her gfs

Bc of that she feels like she can spend her time on games that don't give out tickets, like the classic arcade games

Mac isn't as ticket hungry as the others, she knows that they'll have more than enough for whatever they want to buy, so she does a little bit of everything

She is godly at Skee Ball, always landing in the 100 loop

She spends a lot of time at the claw machines, but she isn't very good at them so she usually ends up getting frustrated and walking away, before getting Chandler to come over and win whatever she was trying to get

DDR is probably her favorite, and she always drags her gfs to play with her

None of them can stand up to her might, and they usually step down breathing heavy and covered in sweat

She also holds the highest score on Pac-man, a record which Chandler and Duke have tried to beat for years but never have been able to

They usually stop around lunch time and order some food

They get two large pizzas, one for Veronica, the other for Mac and Duke to split

Chandler gets a salad bc she thinks their pizza is too greasy

Once they've spent all their tokens they put all of their tickets into the ticket eater, a process which takes close to 45 minutes to complete, and they go help the poor employee at the counter count out all of Veronica's coin pusher sets

They get an average of 200,000 tickets

They split the amount up 4 ways and each get what they want

Duke usually goes for the big expensive prizes, for example one time she was able to get a PS5

If there aren't any bigger prizes, she'll get all the nerf guns and insist upon having a nerf war when they get home

Chandler shudders at the thought of picking up nerf darts in random areas for months

One time she decided to just see how many of the 10 ticket mini army men she could get, just for fun

She ended up leaving with 5,000 of them, and they now sit in a box somewhere in her closet, just waiting for the day Duke comes up with some scheme

Mac likes going for the big stuffed animals

She has a whole collection, her room is just covered in them

Chandler tells her that she has enough and Mac says 'preposterous, you can never have too many'

She also gets the tiny animal toys

Veronica, like Duke, goes for the bigger prizes, but if they have any pokemon cards she'll get those, open them, and regret getting them because she pulled nothing

Chandler usually gives her tickets to her gfs because theres nothing she's interested in, but she occasionally gets something

One time she found this Mickey Mouse toaster that burned his face into the bread, which she thought was just fucking hilarious for some reason

She got it, expecting it to last a few weeks at most

It ended up lasting them 3 years, and they all got kinda upset when it finally stopped working

Before they leave they head into the photo booth

Chandler insists on having one normal picture and they can have two silly ones, but her gfs don't listen and always do something silly

She keeps each and every one of the photo slips

She pins them to a board in her room, and whenever she gets stressed out or angry or upset with her gfs, she goes to the board and looks at the photos and just thinks about how much she loves them, even if they can be infuriating and immature at times

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Soda, Cigarettes, and Broken Glass

Original Drabble

Danger's Bitch

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: remember- these boys are a bit more aggressive and rude than my other versions! Proceed with caution. Angry Col, broken hearted Col, breaking shit, drugs, drinking, smoking, screaming, fights, MF hate, past relationship, mentions of sex with MF (Col obvi), mentions of miscarriage, mentions of lying about a miscarriage, d/s undertones, mentions of very rough sex, self hatred, insults, slapping, trying to punch, body worship, begging, use of homophobic slurs, Dom as a dom (surprise unless you've read the other parts of this), soft Kells, needy boy, throwing stuff, more begging, feeling exposed, hole... exposure? I'm not sure how to tag that 🚬 rating: explicit

Dom hesitated at the door, one hand gripping the knob as the other raised a cigarette to his lips. He could hear the screaming from outside and he wasn't sure he could handle the situation as much as he'd thought a few days before when he bought his ticket. He didn't fucking know why he thought he'd be the one to handle Colson when he was flipping shit. They were best friends yeah, fuck buddies on occasion, but this? Fuck- he could feel his heart hurting for the man. Something broke against the wall, something glass that shattered like the rapper's heart probably was and he took a step back and another drag. His hand fell from the door at the same moment it swung open and he and his lover stood frozen- staring at each other.

Col looked a mess, his blonde hair almost as wild as Dominic kept his. His eyes were red and the circles under them were so dark he looked like he'd been in a knock down drag out fight. The punk supposed he had been… with himself. "You alright mate?" He asked, his brow arched as he took in the ghost of the man he'd never admit to being a little in love with. He'd thought at one point they might have something but every time they got close something happened. Col had moved on- or so he thought.

"Dom?" Colson's voice broke, it was already so thready from the shouting he'd been doing for days. Anytime someone tried to help he just felt himself growing even more pissed and screamed until they left and then he screamed even more at himself for running everyone off. He couldn't believe the boy in front of him. He swore for a moment his subconscious had conjured the singer just to torture him but no- Dominic was there. It wasn't his heartbreak and it wasn't the drugs. It wasn't even the fact that he hadn't slept in a week and he was probably close to hallucinating. Dom had come for him. "Fuck no." He finally answered his question or he was cursing the kid's existence he wasn't sure but he felt himself start to crumple and the younger man stepped close, dropping his cigarette and wrapping his arms around him. The scent of Dom surrounded him, the warmth and safety and strength of his touch held him up and he finally did what he'd been denying himself for days- he cried.

Dom didn't know how long they stood in the doorway, the devil sobbing in his hold but eventually the cries quieted and he led the man back inside the house, shutting the door behind him. The normally strong and boisterous asshole was quiet and small somehow, he was normally soft for the punk but this was different. The man was in pain. There was a small part of his brain that cursed the woman and wanted to say 'I told you so' or 'you should have stuck with me'. He never thought Megan was right for Kells, she didn't deserve him but after their sex never turned into more they'd gone back to their proverbial corners and the man had met her.

Damn her.

He barely understood what happened but he wasn't sure he'd get the story. He wasn't there for that anyway. Sex or not they were friends and he would take care of the lanky lad. "You've lost weight again." He sighed, getting the giant settled on the couch before he looked around.

The breaking noise had obviously been a picture frame or a- well, he couldn't figure out everything that the man had smashed but there was a lot. Shards of glass and ceramic and so much else was lining the floor. He wasn't sad to see it all go though, he'd never liked Megan's taste besides her taste in boyfriend. Or should he say victim? "Fuck off."

"Original. 'Ave you eaten? Besides booze and pills?" He sighed, running a hand through his black and white hair as he knelt in front of the sofa and looked the man over.

"Eat a dick and get the fuck out of my house. Tell whoever sent you-"

Dom could feel he was working his way up to a rant and he really didn't feel like listening to it so instead he stood and dropped a hand into his friend's hair, tangling his fingers tight before he yanked Col's head back. "Did. You. Eat?" His voice was flat and annoyed and it sent a shiver down the devil's spine. It reminded Kells of the first night they fucked- but how could it not? Dom sounded bored and pissed, just like before. He shouldn't have such a pavlovian fucked up response but obviously he enjoyed people being dismissive of him. He'd just had his heart ripped out by a bitch who didn't care if he lived or died. "I'll take ya silence as a 'no'. Wha' the fuck Cols? Wha' 'appened? You look like shit."

The fist came at Dom's cheek fast and hard but he caught it in time and squeezed the rapper's wrist, pushing his arm back down. The audacity of some subs. "I'm exhausted and I won't 'ave ya acting a bloody brat. Came straight away from the airport. I got jet lag from 'ell. I drop every'fin to come and baby ya non existent tight arse and you try and 'it me?" He growled, tugging the man's head back hard before he let go of him and walked away.

He headed for the kitchen, finding a bottle of water in the fridge and smiling when he found a box of Dr. Pepper cans. He hadn't visited in months but he knew it was for him. Maybe they hadn't moved on as much as he thought. He took one and found a relatively clean glass to pour it into as he tried to calm himself. There wasn't much else, definitely no food but he'd figure something out. He couldn't go full dom on the broken man, it didn't seem right but he needed to get him better. He just had to be careful. Whatever they'd built in those sweaty nights was over. Wasn't it?

Colson could barely breathe. He was blown away that Dom had even shown up, he hadn't expected it but there he was. Gorgeous as ever and just as fucking controlling. Kells had spent so long as 'daddy' that the dick always threw him off. He looked soft and sweet but fuck Dom fit his name. He could already feel his cock trying to wake up but… that part was over wasn't it? He'd gotten too scared of the building feelings so he'd run away and met a girl. Something he could be safe with. Or so he thought.

"Drink." He barely caught the command before a water bottle smacked him in the chest and he made a less than attractive squeak but he obeyed. Something in his skull itched when he ignored Dom. The water was annoyingly soothing on his raw throat but it turned his empty stomach. As he chugged half the bottle he watched the kid take a seat across from him and he studied the tired boy. Man. Dom was growing up.

"You look like a skunk." He gasped as he took the bottle away from his lips and he felt some spill in droplets down his chin. He knew the punk was staring but the smirk surprised him.

"And you look like a street rat. Who's worse? I was finking it were more… Sweeny Todd."

"Bride of Frankenstein maaaybe. Did you just compare me to Aladdin?"

"Maybe. Now talk." The singer huffed, taking a drink of the soda he always kept stocked in his fridge just in case. Pete had tried to take one a few nights before and he'd kicked him out of his house. He was obviously handling his emotions well. He watched the way Dom licked his lips and he knew what they'd taste like. He'd kissed the singer enough that he knew. There was a phantom flavor on his tongue already- soda and cigarettes and that unnameable hint of just Dom.

"Nothing to say. Megan left. She destroyed my entire fucking persona with her- and I say this in the loosest sense of the word- book, and when she got what she wanted she fucked off. Just like everyone does." The last was almost a whisper, he didn't know if he'd ever been truly in love with her but his heart still ached. He was never good enough. "She promised she wouldn't hurt me. She fucking swore. She knew my past and how- how everyone has been and… she swore." He sniffled, he couldn't help it. "It's cool though. I should have remembered. I'm never worth it. I can't trust anyone to stay. Even… even when I'm in love with them." He didn't mean to spill so much but that itchy tic of a feeling in the back of his brain was going soft in the boy's presence. He obeyed almost on autopilot- he couldn't fucking help it. He hadn't really seen Dom in over a year besides once or twice and they hadn't fucked in longer, but that old need to please crept up. Their relationship had never really become one- whatever the fuck it was- but the punk had certainly owned his ass.

Dom had been maintaining eye contact but he lost it for a moment at those words. Kells had been engaged to the girl, of course they were in love. He knew while Col could get fucked by a guy or fuck one the man couldn't love one. He couldn't date them. He hated himself for being hurt by the thought of Colson loving anyone else. "I told you she weren't it." His voice was soft and low and his gaze was on the floor between them so he didn't catch the rapper moving until water was splashed all over him.

"Fuck you! Who fucking says that?" Kells shouted, he knew not to step to Dom but how dare he! His life was in shambles and the bastard says 'I told you so'? Only Dom could get away with that. "I tried to be fucking perfect, I tried to take care of her, I did everything I fucking could and it wasn't enough because I'M NOT ENOUGH- for… for anyone…" The man trailed off, his voice scratchy and thin and he leaned over, resting his head in his hands. He took a few ragged deep breaths before screaming yet again. It was the only way he could seem to communicate anymore.

Dom listened to the pain in his friend's voice as he wiped the water off his face, shirt, and lap with a throw blanket he hoped to hell was clean. It was a lost cause, the bitch had wasted half a bottle tossing it at him and it had already soaked in over his crotch. He hated soggy clothes. He found himself hating a lot since he'd arrived and he hadn't even been there long. Maybe he shouldn't have been the last ditch effort to fix the rapper. He'd already been on his way before Pete texted him- the second he saw that bullshit on TMZ about her moving out he'd bought a ticket so no matter what he'd be there but… he was starting to wonder if they'd grown too far apart.

He still remembered the sick feeling in his stomach when Kells started dating her. They'd never been exclusive, they hadn't even known how to push their fuck buddy status past that since they were both so busy and mostly closeted but since the moment Colson started with her for publicity he knew it would all go wrong. He knew the night they all went out to dinner together she had more intentions than that. Shit, maybe he was still a little upset. Hurt. Maybe they had lost too much to fix it after all. He thought for a moment about just walking out the door but he was a stubborn fuck and didn't like to admit defeat so instead he grumbled to himself and stood up, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down as he toed off his shoes. He did it all one handed even though his Dr. Pepper was probably ruined by the water. Col was lucky he was so cute sometimes.

The rapper had already stopped screaming when he heard something rustling and he looked up slowly to see Dom… undressing? Once the boy got his pants off he set his drink down with a pout on his face and pulled his beanie and jacket off, finally tugging his tee over his head. "Um… what are you doing?" He asked, clearing his throat and shifting in his seat. What the fuck? Yeah, his cock was starting to wake up from it's whiskey coma. Shit, when did Dom get more tattoos?

Dominic ignored his question, he didn't care to answer something so obvious. He hadn't slept much in days and he had a headache from hell and now he was wet. "Feel better now?" He asked instead, crossing his arms as he looked at the broken man. He wasn't exactly trying to show off the muscles he'd built up but… maybe he was. He'd gone on a bit of a break up glow up after everything that had happened even though they hadn't really dated. He knew the guy liked his Tim Burton dominatrix vibes. He always had.

Blue eyes raked over exposed pale skin taking in every little change on Dom. They hadn't really hung out in over a year and the kid had definitely been doing some growing. The sight made him realize how much he'd missed. How much he'd missed Dom too. Shit, what happened between them?

"You was too bloody scared to be wiv me so you let her fuck us up." Dom's soft voice hurt his heart and made him realize he'd asked that out loud. Fuck. "I understood. I get it. Being a fag is one fing but everyone knowing you get fucked by Wednesday Addams? Nah bruv. Not the Machine Gun, aye?"

The Machine Gun in question sat back as if he'd been smacked in the solar plexus with those words, his eyes blinking slowly and his breath slow to come. "Thanks for coming all this way to cheer me up." The sarcasm dripped from his tongue like he wished Dom's spunk would. God he missed the taste of his lover. "You're a fucking prince. Fuck off Dom, you left."

"You didn't want me! You moved 'er in!" His voice was getting sharper and he didn't mean for that. He really had come to help but his heart was aching more than he thought it would.

"What the fuck did it matter?! You're poly aren't you? Cute how you come out after walking out on me!" Kells growled back, pushing himself to stand on shaking legs. He hadn't eaten in days or slept. He couldn't count the drugs he was on.

"I came out for you! And poly only bloody works when you actually fucking agree! I didn't want 'er! I wanted YOU!" He stood as tall as he could and regretted taking off his creepers. Especially when Colson took a step closer, his bloodshot eyes wide and his body trembling.

"Fuck you! I wanted you!"

"Why'd you fuck 'er 'en? I saw you Kells, I bloody saw ya! Jus' fucking stop. I came to keep your ass alive. Tha's it." He huffed, trying to stop the screaming match. It didn't matter what happened between them, they could still be friends… couldn't they? He turned his back, ready to move on and straighten up the house but a strong grip wrapped around his arm and spun him fast. "Wha' the fuck you on mate?"

Colson couldn't help himself. Someone was finally fighting with him instead of just walking out and it was the one person he truly wanted to have it out with. He knew his palm was bruising tight, his thumb pressing over a small tat on Dom's forearm. Soul. Did either of them have that? "Too much to fucking count. Fuck off! You. Left. You didn't even try! You never wanted more than a fuck. A whore. Maybe you were embarrassed by me-" His tirade was halted by a hand across his face. The slap stung and he tasted blood on his tongue but that was nothing new for them. Dom was a bit of a bitch like that.

"Never. You 'ear me? Never. I love- I loved you. I wanted to be wiv yas but you brought 'er in as a cover. Could of 'andled tha' until I caught you wiv ya dick down 'er fhroat. Was 'er pussy worth it Kells? Was it wet enough?"

Col was fuming, his face close to Dom's. His chest was heaving in anger and the boy was glaring right back. "Fuck yeah it was." No. It definitely wasn't but he wouldn't admit it in the middle of a fight. "I didn't cheat on you, we weren't fucking dating. We fucked around and you- you-"

"Wha'? Made ya feel summat? Took you apart like no one else could? Left you a needy desperate bitch like you is? Took care of you? Loved you? Fucked ya so good no one else could measure up? Wha' did I do?" He was so angry he was spitting with certain words and Kells was so close it landed on his face. It wasn't the first time he'd spit on the man that was for sure. His mind couldn't seem to decide if he hated the devil or loved him, he knew his words were all over the place.

All of the above? Shit Col didn't know how to handle the situation so he did what he always did. "You fucking left!" He screamed.

"She told me to!"

"Fuck do you mean? Why did what she say matter?"

"Cause she was giving you wha' I couldn't! She said she was pregnant!"

"Oh. Oh fuck. Dom I-" He couldn't say he was sorry for that could he? His voice had gone softer automatically and he felt that old pain well up in his chest. It was always so heavy. So thick. It tried to choke him. "She lied." He whispered and when Dom's eyes brimmed with tears and that jade gaze flicked away as if they were both admitting defeat he almost broke. "She wasn't. Ever. She threw that in my face too. Said I was probably fucking sterile after all the weed. When I asked what the fuck she was talking about she said she hadn't- we hadn't- she faked my kid to keep me from leaving."

Dom had trouble facing him as he spoke. The pain was palpable, he could remember the drunken midnight calls after Kells believed he lost a baby. He knew the ache himself, they'd both been through it with the same ex before but at the same time it felt like torture for him too. Did Megan just lie to get him to leave and keep Colson by her side? It didn't matter though did it? "You still fucked 'er wiv'out asking me." There. That was the truth. She'd stolen everything from them both but Kells had let her. "Why?"

"I was scared." He admitted softly, his pulse in his throat. He wasn't good at this shit. He didn't emote.

"Why?" And Dominic was a two year old. A dog with a bone.

"It was easier with her. I know tits and pussy. The fucking world knows I know it. I- I was falling for you and you treated me like a fuck buddy."

They were inches apart, pressed close. Dom wanted to take that last step and ignore their emotions to fall into each other but he couldn't. Not yet. That wasn't even what he came for. "Yeah well… I didn't know 'ow to 'andle you. You jus' fucking admitted to being scared to come out. Wha' was I supposed to do? Be ya secret boyfriend?" He scoffed. Dom didn't date. He definitely didn't fall in love. He shouldn't even be having the conversation he was.

"Maybe! You could have fucking talked to me." The rapper hissed but when he watched a single tear bead and drop down Dom's cheek all the fight went out of him and he dropped to his knees, wrapping himself around the boy's brief clad waist. His cheek pressed against his soft cock, his chin bumping Dom's balls. The musky scent of the singer filled his senses and relaxed something tight in his chest. He loved it right there. It reminded him of that first moment he'd pissed him off enough to get shoved to his knees. The memory was so strong he could almost feel the dick down his throat. "I thought you were fucking Isaac. You posted a picture of the two of you and I thought you were fucking. I was out with her at some stupid fucking event. I got shit faced and brought her home. One time. One. I didn't even know she told you she was pregnant too." There, he was finally being honest now that he felt stripped down to the lost boy only Dom could help him be. If he moved he'd build his walls back up but thankfully the punk didn't pull free. No, he stayed and started petting through his hair.

"I like you showing the tat again." He hummed offhandedly, scratching blunt nails over the shaved skin at the base of Col's hair.

"Thanks. She fucking hated it. Said I looked trashy." He couldn't help a small smirk but he hid it against the boy's cock as he nuzzled there. He'd done it on purpose to piss her off. Dom had always called him a brat but only he could see that side of the man.

"Pot, kettle, don't ya fink?" Dom could be a catty bastard but she deserved it. No one hurt his pet. "I didn't for the record. Not tha' you deserve the trufh. I ain't been fucked by 'im in years. Ya still don't fuck a bint to get back at me. You bloody well ask. Wanker."

"I know. I woke up sick because of it. You'd left me sweet good morning texts and I saw that and smiled before rolling over to see her. I fucked up Dom. I fucked up so much." He sniffled, pressing a kiss to the punk's cock. He could feel it starting to fill under his face and he wanted to pull him free. Play. Lose himself to pleasure only Dom could give him.

"It don't matter. I didn't come for tha'. Came cause you got your 'eart broken." Dom huffed, squirming to get free but the man was an octopus.

"Bullshit. You came because you miss me. You came to see me hurt. You came to hurt me too. You just… you came for me."

"I… I did. I can't Cols. Get off. I can't do it again."

"No."

"No? Get off! I didn't come to fuck. We ain't playing tha' you fucking brat." His voice was verging on that sharp sound he craved. He could feel the boy tipping over that edge and he knew how to bring out that side of him he needed so badly.

Lips curled around the singer's dick and he groaned at the hot wet breath. His hips bucked once but he tangled his fingers in blonde hair and tugged hard until the rapper whimpered. Blue eyes were soft and blown when they rolled up to meet his and something eased in his chest. Fuck he'd missed that look. Nothing ever made him feel as strong.

For just a moment Dom stared at him like he was in love before his fingers gripped tighter and he was pulled off and up. He thought the boy would toss him away but the punk sighed deep. "Fuck it." He whispered before he yanked the rapper off kilter and tugged him in for a kiss. Their lips met and Kells couldn't help but think how right he'd been, Dom tasted exactly as he thought he would. His lips were soda and cigarettes and when he flicked his tongue against them he found that last flavor. That special sweetened spice that was just Dom. They never kissed enough. He'd stolen their first quick one before his mouth was stuffed full of throbbing cock. He didn't even think their lips met once the first night he was pounded in front of a mirror. It wasn't until they woke up in bed the next day that they made out for the first time but as addicting as Dom's lips were he didn't share them often. Kisses weren't like fucking, kisses were making love. Whatever the fuck that was.

"Mmm fuck- take me to bed?" Kells whined, his cock was definitely awake for the first time in so long. Megan didn't want him that much, his dick was too big and he couldn't help but be rough and she never wanted to blow him or try anal. Dom didn't have those hangups and he needed release. He needed to reconnect to the only person that really got him.

"Excuse me? No. Ain't fucking you in the bed you cheated on me in. Don't fucking try me. You on fhin ice." The punk snapped. If he didn't get off soon he might break though. Shit he hadn't realized how much he needed the man. "You fuck in 'ere?" Colson couldn't shake his head fast enough as he pulled back and tripped over himself to reach the oversized ottoman. It was low to the ground and slick enough he might slide off but he still tugged his pants down over his ass and laid against it, presenting what he hoped was still an ass Dom needed. He heard a crunch under his knees but he didn't care if they came away cut and bleeding. They'd shared every other bodily fluid, why not blood? The wanker moved so fast the boy was left blinking, his brow arched as he stared down at his brat. They had plenty of problems to work through if they even could but he couldn't deny how tempting the man was. Their first time was a fight. The first time he shoved the fucker on his cock was because Kells had been an asshole. Now there he was, reaching those long arms back to hold his perky cheeks apart and expose his.

"Please? Punish me?" Colson begged softly, a puddle of drool already pooling below his mouth at the thought. His hole clenched in anticipation, his need a knot in his stomach.

"Won't fuck you if you fink it's punishment. Ain't never been wha' we are. I'll fucking spank you if you need punishment." They both shivered at the thought, Kells had such pretty whimpers when Dom made his ass cheeks cherry red. "Wha' is it to you?" He demanded softly but firmly, stepping close behind the half naked man until his shadow fell over him. He could always keep Col on edge. He knew every button before they ever slept together. He could just read him that well.

Colson could feel himself trembling, the anticipation was almost overwhelming. Normally Dom didn't leave him alone too long but he might have hurt the boy enough to get tortured. "What is it to you?" A hand came down on his ass so hard he jumped, crying out in surprise but it broke off in a wanton moan. He knew that meant the boy wouldn't answer. He'd asked first and he wanted the devil exposed in more ways than one. "Please, I need you. I missed you. I'm pissed at what she did but I don't- I don't miss her like I did you. Please? I miss you. It's… it's everything to me."

Dom swallowed hard, his eyes and cheeks felt hot like he was feeling too many emotions but… at least the man was opening up something besides his ass. "Didn't know you was such a pussy, Machine Gun." Of course the punk didn't think that way but he knew that was how Kells saw shit. Could he really let himself get pulled back into whatever they shared?

"Just for you. Now fuck mine?" Kells whimpered.

Oh fuck… yeah, maybe he could.

Author's Note/Tags: @hollywoodxwhore @manicpixiedreamb0y @jaxbreaker @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Believe me I am definitely not done with the Viking/selkie au, I just needed a small break after everything. Thought I might work a few emotions out with this old mostly one shot. There might be another part if y'all want? Let me know 😉🖤🚬

[namelessmoons-corner]

☆.｡.:° Session I - Part 1 | Wild Beyond the Witchlight °:.｡.☆

We begin our adventure with two fairy cousins, Orion and Antigone, as they stand before the entrance of the travelling Witchlight Carnival. They know this carnival, as they once entered it eight years ago by sneaking in.

They both know that eight years ago, they were caught by the two owners, Mr. Witch and Mr. Light, and something was stolen for them this very night. Now, they're back, ready to reclaim their loss.

Antigone is shorter than Orion, due to the fact that 8cm were stolen from her height, but Orion stands at the respectable height of 90cm. Eight years ago, his favourite stuffed rabbit was stolen from him, and he intends to find it.

The ticket booth is managed by Nikolas Midnight, standing on a chair and peering down at them.

"The price's 8 silvers."

Neither of them care about the price, and so the sixteen silvers are exchanged for one ticket for each of them. Nikolas warns them. "Once the tickets have been punched eight times, you need to come back here buy more if you want to go on more attractions."

They nod, and finally enter the Carnival. Time for the hunt.

As they enter the carnival, they recognize someone they hadn't seen since this fateful night eight years ago. A gnome with a pointy hat on his head and a foghorn in his hand, just a bit taller than the two fairies.

"Trinket!"

The gnome used to be their friend, but they thought he had left them to go on his own adventure. But no! Apparently, he's been in the Carnival for eight years, working in it and entertaining guests.

After a teary reunion, Antigone makes a joke about losing her height after a round in a merry-go-round, like a wool jumper in a washing-machine. Thus begins their walk towards the carousel, hoping to find answers.

But as they walk toward the carousel, the group passes by and decides to go to the Lost Property booth, hoping to have more information and maybe find Orion stuffed toy. If they're lucky, they might even find Antigone's missing 8cm.

The overgrown black cat greets them and sadly informs them that if the properties aren't recovered by their owner by the time the carnival closes, the object or the child is lost forever.

The child? Why yes, lost children with a ticket are considered lost property, and Dirla (the overgrown feline) is the one to take care of them until the return of their parents. Two kids are with her, but our adventurers don't seem to be interested by them for now.

(This drawing of Trinket was made by his player, LongueVanne)

As they walk towards the booth, they stumble upon another stand selling different kind of cakes and drinks. Because both Orion and Antigone decide that the price is way too high for such a small snack. Working in the Carnival, Trinket is able to get some free rides on the attraction and if he asks nicely, also free snacks. He thus decides to get a sugared mushroom.

They finally arrive at the Carousel and are greeted by Diana Cloppington, a centauress adorned with two butterfly wings, showing her to be one of the carnival hands.

As they begin to talk to her to learn more information, they see that Diana is quite sad, and try to understand where this mood comes from. But this is not a mood. It would seem that this is her usual demeanour.

When they try to ask her questions about their stolen properties, the only thing she manages to tell them before a black goo choke her as it leaves he mouth is: "It was a trade with the H…"

After she coughs up all she can, she tells our adventurers that the unicorns would be more useful than she could ever be. To enter the carrousel, the cost is one punch on the ticket, which would leave Orion and Antigone with 7 left each. But Orion has become stingy with his ticket and decides that Trinket and Antigone should be enough to get everybody's answers.

→ this is part 1 of Session 1, and i'll post the next part in the next few days. I do hope that I won't need more than two parts, and i can feel myself getting cursed as i'm writing these lines.

☽ Moon ☾

[mayasdeluca]

Here's a convention breakdown:

Meet & Greets are usually 30 minutes with the guest of your choice with up to 25 people (Epic did only 15 people). These are the hot ticket because you get the best interaction with someone. What's said in M&Gs is usually supposed to stay there but as we have seen people who have been to Danielle or Stafania M&Gs in the past tend to spill vague and annoying tweets as part of that inner circle.

Photo-Ops: You can say hello (get a hug), tell them your pose idea and get in place but these pretty much move quickly.

Autograph/Selfie: This is a good time to have a quick semi-private chat with a guest where you have their attention or for however long it takes them to write your autograph. Some people are quick and other monopolize time. There's really no way to know how many autographs they will sign in a 30 minute period. And on top of that if they are doing selfies (Stefania was not) that could take up even more time.

Anyway, as I keep reflecting on my Epic weekend, I can safely say that my autograph interaction with Stefania was the worst I have ever had. I DO NOT BLAME Stefania. She only did 2 blocks of autographs back to back at the end of the day. She saw the crowd and heard the voices around her, she has to stop talking so much, she can't write messages, no personalization, etc. So she could not give people the time/attention they deserved. And I think that weighs on the guests mind. I was watching her sign like a machine, she barely looked up at anyone. It was clear by the time these autographs happened her social battery was drained.

I feel like because autographs are the most social time with guests they should happen in the morning or earlier in the day for even the same amount of time and IF need be, the guest can come back at the end of the day and finish off the last few remaining but not the bulk of them. I saw Stefania in the morning at a photo-op and while I just briefly said something to her for my pose she seemed much more vibrant.

I can totally understand why Stefania opted out of the nighttime fan event for the next Fan Fusion To The Rescue. After a full day of conventioning where not only are you exhausted from the work you put in but also from hearing everyone else's story, you don't want to "people" anymore and keep the smile up for appearances. It definitely seems way out of her comfort zone to even interact as much as she does but she does it and I thank her for whatever little rime she was able to give me.

On a separate note. I introduced myself to both Danielle and Stefania and they introduced themselves back as Danielle and Stefania. I heard Macey and Daniele and Francis all call out to Danielle as Danielle. BUT ALL I fucking heard on lines were Dani and Stef, Dani and Stef and I wanted to punch every single person who said it. Whoever started that in the fandom should get diarrhea forever. There names are Danielle and Stefania and you (not you directly) don't know them like that to even call them Dani and Stef if they EVER went by that.

That definitely makes sense and it seems like autographs is what ends up being the downfall of most cons and it must be because there's no real rhyme or reason as to how much time each one takes. Whereas with meet & greets its a set time and photos it's just a quick pose and that's it. There has to be a way for it to go smoother with people still being able to get that personalization and few minutes with the guest since they are paying for that time with them like everybody else.

I don't blame Stefania at all for not doing the extra activities like the parties and stuff anymore either. After doing all those things throughout the day it must be incredibly draining and I'm sure she wants her time to herself and to recharge. Especially for people who are more introvert and not as into social interaction...for her to do as much as she does already should very much be appreciated by fans.

I'll never understand the Dani and Stef thing. I never took part in it and never will. It feels so cringe to me how this fandom refers to them as that because we never heard that before and we aren't their friends...I really don't know why it became a thing and why it stuck.

[anhed-nia]

I finally watched ISHTAR because Criterion was perverse enough to put it on their Channel, and I suspected I might feel this way but now I really believe that both the people who claim it's The Worst Movie of All Time, and the people who say it's a treasure only geniuses understand, are both exaggerating just to mess with each other. It's surprisingly entertaining for about a half hour or something, then it runs out of gas just like many other things that hinge on the idea of being trapped in the desert forever. It's also racist in kind of a dull way, and speaking of racism it is affected by that principle...is there a name for this? that's like, "If you 'jokingly' make racist comments often enough, it stops being a joke and you're just being racist." In the case of ISHTAR the problem is that most of the jokes are about shitty entertainers, which is funny for a little while, but at a certain point you've just been subjected to so much shitty entertainment that it's no longer a joke, etc. Also I don't know whose idea it was to cast Isabelle Adjani in a comedy. It's like putting Klaus Kinski in AIRPLANE!...which maybe would be awesome, I dunno, but I would be scared to do a long unfunny gag where I'm constantly juggling Isabelle Adjani's tits, I'd be seriously afraid of what she might do to me. But anyway ISHTAR is not remarkable in the history of bad movies; it's really middling actually, and if it were made by unknowns you'd never have heard of it--it isn't like PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE, which was perceived as so radically bad that it made unknowns into household names. The only obviously remarkable thing about ISHTAR is its proportion of star power to box office failure, and this is actually the entire point of the Golden Raspberry.

I think many of the people who don't like the Razzies just don't understand that they're not about punching down on underdogs who just wanted to make a nice movie, which is an extremely hard thing to do in any case. They're practically never about the ACTUAL worst movie made in a certain year, which will be something most people never even hear of; they're about movies that are startlingly bad in spite of the fact that you've heard of them anyway, due to the stars involved and the money machine behind them. The Razzies are about Hollywood and the Oscars. At best a Razzie award actually draws attention and controversy to movies that would otherwise be swept away by the sands of time. Razzies are also a helpful way to thumb our collective noses at movies that are made by people with way too much money and power, with way too little respect for the ticket-buying public. Sure, sometimes they're dead wrong, or even mean, like I don't know if *a child* should really be nominated for a Razzie...however, at the same time, I have to admit that I found that really funny. I mean I acknowledge the problem, that a child usually does not have a well-enough developed sense of irony to participate in its own roast the way Halle Berry did with her CATWOMAN "win". But the Razzies should be a playful attack on how precious the mainstream film industry is about itself, and the more precious something is, the more vulnerable it should be to criticism.

[Incidentally I just watched The Year of the Rabbit and while it's far from my favorite Matt Berry show, I think it might be the first thing to just mercilessly roast the Elephant Man--one of the few things most of humanity has been squeamish enough to lay off of. I'd like to think that Joseph Merrick is looking down from heaven or wherever thinking, Yes, FINALLY someone is doing jokes about me! It's about time for people to lighten the fuck up already, I wanna have fun too!]

Anyway, whatever side of history you're on re: ISHTAR, the best thing about it is probably this piece of trivia about Gary Larson, which bears repeating. Apparently there's a documentary about this movie from not too long ago, I should check it out.

[afhamhoney]

Freak Show

Summary: Her life was never simple or peacful. She was used to steel glimpses of happiness here and there. Yet she still was able to save him first

Chapter 1

"GRACE"

Goosebumps travelled all over my body when he I heard his voice. For seconds, life stopped around and I wished for it to stay that way. I squezed my eyes shut for a second and turned my body towards his voice, afraid to open them believing that if I don't see him then he is not actually here.

Forcing my eyes to open, I saw his tall figure walking steadily on the theater floor and heading towards me. My heart thumped so loudly in my chest that I was almost sure that i have lost my hearing. Seconds later he was at the bottom of the stage with a look that hints of what my night will look like.

"I guess Sadie is now living in the theater, doesn't she?" James saracastically questioned as he was eyeing the place around us.

" You told me that you were having a girl's night with Sadie in her house but turns out you are here instead."

"James, please, I will explain. Sadie had got us tickets and she kept nagging me to come here and I really wanted to do so. I swear it is no big deal. WE were leaving already. I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't mean to come here without your permission." I was hyperventilating at this point. To anyone outside the conversation, I would look crazy and overreacting to what he is doing and saying; but I was the only who knew his true colors and how he actually is when no one is watching.

After our parents' passing six years ago, it became only me and him. He very well played the role of the big and protective brother that had to carry the weight of responsibility on his shoulders after our parents' accident. The one brother who loves his little sister and does all he can to protect the only family he has left; but it was all for the show.

Inside our house, James would turn a full on monster, a control freak that could not be controlled. He was older than me with five years with a degree and a stable job, meaning he had all the financial control over me. My parents were not fully trusting of their little girl, so they signed everything off to him and to his name, thinking that he will take care of everything for me including my living expenses and my colledge funds.

James did the complete opposite. He refused to give me my money, forced me to work not only one job but two and three sometimes just so I can afford to pay of the rest of my student loan. He made my life a living hell, a prison that I've been trying to escape everyday for the past six years and I've been failing over and over again. I was stronger, with more will power to free myself from James. But, the more I fought, the angrier her gets. The more I oppose him, the more vicious he gets. All of this was one thing but it got even more worse when started to put his hands on me. The very first times were subtle, a slap here and there when he gets mad at my stubbornness. Then, things got more violent and brutual every time. Nowadays I made peace with the idea that I became his personal punching bag. I no longer was able to detect when will it happen or how violent he will get. Yet, right now I can see it in his eyes. The blazing red in his puiples tells me that the night will be long and painful. I can already see the bruises and the regret of even stepping a foor outside my room has alreadt filled me to the brim.

"No need to panic, Grace. Step down and let's get you home safe first and then we can sit and talk about what happened." He said to me while tilting his head towards the stage stairs, ushering me to get down. I knew better than to let him wait more or to even say anything else. I started to head towards the stairs. My knees were almost giving out by the time I reached him. No one spoke another word to the other as we let the silence fill the air around leaving it full of anticipation from his end and dread from mine. He placed a hand over my shoulder usering me to head start walking outside the theater. To the people this might seem like a warm and protective sheild over his sister but I swear I had felt his hand leaving burn marks over my shoulder.

Almost completely out of the theater, I heard heavy footsteps coming towards. We both turned our heads to find an old man in his late seventies, trying to reach us before we leave.

"We truly apologize about the delay of tonight's show. You came to our theater for a show and you found nothing. We never want to disappoint our audiance and we want to truly apologize about ruinig your eveining young lady. Please if you don't mind, visit us again tomorrow and you will get the show you that you came here for." The man procceeds to give us both a two tickets similar that the one me and Sadie bought.

I extended my hand to take the tickets from the old man but James was faster than me. He took the two peices of paper and shoved them in the pockets of his jacket." We very much appreciate your offer but I am really sorry. We will not be able to make it tomorrow. My little sister has a college degree to get and I have dutites to fullfill in the station so it will be difficult for us to make it tomorrow. Good luck on your performance though" James replied with a voice dries than the Sahara desert.

"We just wish for you to accept our apology and we want nothing but gracing us with your presence tomorrow night for and we swear we will not disappoint." The old man said while his eye never leaving mine. "Please young lady". His pleas were werid as it was just a show that was never important in the first place.

"Thank you for the invitation, will see what can we do." James cut the conversation sternly and started walking outside the theater ushering me with him. I took another quick look at the old man who was still standing there with pleading eyes as if his life depends on me coming to the show tomorrow night. For some reason, I took another quick glance at the statue of the man in the chair on stage and I felt a strange need to see him again.

[beardedmrbean]

I don't think there's any sentence I despise more than "if it saves one life then it's worth it"

Do you know what would save one life ?

Stopping people from cooking for themselves. Home fires caused by misused cooking equipment : 500 deaths a year.

Swimming at the beach. Do you know how many people die from rip currents every year ? More than a hundred.

Vending machines : 13 deaths a year

Point is, anything can and will kill a person. If you want to save "just one life", you're going to be banning a lot of stuff.

Everyone's going to die one day, and not necessarily in their beds (falling out of bed : 450 deaths a year), the only way to guarantee that no one's going to die from anything is to hook up everybody to a machine that feeds them dopamine and keeps their needs met and their minds happy until the end of time, literally protecting them from everything until the end of time. But that's not a way to live, because life can't exist without risk, and if you're not taking a risk you're not doing anything.

That particular line popped up a lot with the covid shit, most of which wound up being absolute horse shit from lockdowns, school closures, social distancing, and "vaccines" that did NOT work as originally advertised (I still remember seeing the 'breakthrough infections' and thinking they were going to be exceedingly rare, until they weren't, then they changed the definition of vaccine and the talking heads said we didn't say that even though we have it on record that yes you did)

Wonder how many lives might have been saved if we didn't do all those things, the collective dumbing down of the population due to 2 years of whatever school was for them is going to ripple through society at some point.

More people died in the firebombing of Tokyo than in Nagasaki when it got nuked 80,000 for the nuke 90,000 for firebomb.

We don't know what will save one life and what won't, that's fates deal.

We can do our best, but if the "Final Destination" series has taught us anything besides don't drive behind that truck it's that our ticket will get punched when it's due.

That's not license to be a dummy, so don't take it as that, but being overly cautious doesn't always help either.

Not that I'm not going to continue to say be safe to people either, shit happens is all.

[stickers-on-a-laptop]

Promises at Prom

Word: Prom. Pairing: Gentarou/Kengo. Request: @askrikkaiandhyotei

Technically, Gentarou wasn’t going to prom with Kengo. He was going with Ryuusei, who was no longer a student at their school and therefore wouldn’t be there at prom if Gentarou wasn’t his ticket. 

And technically, Kengo wasn’t going to prom with Gentarou, since he was going with Jirou. This was, of course, so that Ryuusei could be with Jirou. It all worked out, numbers-wise, since Yuuki would be with Miu, JK would would be with Shun, and Tomoko had invited the real Nadeshiko, to everyone’s surprise.

But the technicalities didn’t mean anything, since it was Gentarou arriving at Kengo’s apartment on the Machine Massigler, dressed up in a white suit with an orange handkerchief in the pocket, and it was Kengo, in a navy blue suit, getting behind him, holding on to his waist as they made their way to the prom venue. 

It still seemed unreal to Kengo that they were third years, that they would be graduating soon. Of course, he hadn’t expected to even be a third year, but that was on him underestimating Gentarou. 

Lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t realized they were there until they were in front of the ridiculous limo either Shun or Miu had brought the rest of the Kamen Rider Club in. 

“Gang’s all here!” JK said cheerfully, throwing his arms around the two of them once they joined the group. “Too bad you guys didn’t come in the limo, it rocked!” 

“Do you want me to take your photo?” Jirou asked politely, watching Gentarou do the handshake with Yuuki, who was also in a navy suit. 

“Heck yeah!” JK cheered, handing over his camera, since he had joined the school newspaper as a second year. 

“We’re really gonna leave, aren’t we?” Yuuki said after the pictures had been taken.

“Don’t cry,” Kengo warned. “If you start crying, Gentarou will start and we’ll never get into the prom.” 

“That’s right, so let’s go inside,” Miu said authoritatively. “After all, you guys can’t miss your last dance, can you?” 

“Here, here,” JK said, pushing Gentarou, Kengo, and Yuuki towards the doors. “Come on, I wanna show off my moves!” 

“Please don’t break anything,” Kengo said as he let himself be pushed, Gentarou’s arm in his. 

The room was tastefully decorated, the band already set up and playing something that made JK immediately perk up. The group got into a little circle, JK and Yuuki doing most of the actual dancing for a few songs with the others cheering them on and doing very basic dance moves. 

It didn’t take Kengo long to tire of that, choosing to sit down and sending Gentarou to dance with others outside of the club. It bothered him a little to see him dancing with others in his arms, but he knew at the end of the night he’d be with him. 

“All danced out?” Ryuusei asked, sitting down next to him and handing him a glass of punch. 

“Saving my energy for the last dance,” Kengo replied, accepting the drink. “You?” 

“Taking a break.” 

They sat in comfortable silence, Ryuusei clearly watching Jirou dance with Tomoko and JK, while Kengo watched Gentarou do some sort of funky dance thing with Yuuki once a certain song played. 

Ryuusei left, and as the dance went on, other members of the KRC came and went, Kengo accepting a dance every now and then (JK wore him out with his, while Miu steered him around during a slower dance). Kengo was more content watching them, knowing that being there was enough. Oosugi tried to get Kengo to dance more at one point, but someone (thankfully) accidentally knocked over a bunch of chairs, sending the suspenders-snapping teacher away. 

And then it was time for the last dance. Kengo found his way to Gentarou, who smiled at him with all the power of the sun. 

Bloom, swirl, pass the usual time, sprout, until the flower blooms,

The girl group sang, and Kengo felt like crying as Gentarou put his arms around him, the two of them swaying slowly. Kengo could almost believe it was just the two of them as Gentarou gently steered them around the dance floor. As the song came to a close, Gentarou put his forehead on Kengo’s. 

“Promise me something?” he asked. 

“What?” 

“That you’ll always be my best friend?”  

Kengo would have snorted if Gentarou had asked this in any other setting, but here, with everyone in their own little worlds and the weight of graduation sitting on the both of them, all he could was nod, bringing Gentarou into a quick kiss before the song ended. 

“I promise.”