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goodbye nostalgia

james potter x reader one-shot ! warnings: bittersweet? full of happy-sad, comfort? established relationship… actually kind of fluffy word count: 5,031 masterlist

a/n: ive been so so nostalgic and feeling bittersweet so this is what i threw up... enjoy! LMAO

It was so hot you felt the waves of rays from the sun on your skin like you were hovering your hand over a hot stove. Your skin dripped and your sunglasses were no longer enough to keep the glare away from your eyes. You stayed very still, listening, to the bugs in the bushes, the whisper of the breeze, James's laughter inside, and Remus talking more avidly than he usually did, you could hear Sirius burst into a roar of laughter. If you really focused, you could hear the vague hum of Fleamont's radio, the reports of a quidditch game buzzing through. You could hear the blades of grass shift and fold underneath the pink towel you had laid underneath your body when you breathed or moved. You could feel the beads of sweat start traveling down your body, but you didn't move. You didn't dare to, who were you to disturb such a moment? A moment of everything. When your boys laughed, and the cicadas buzzed and Mr Potter's team was winning.

"D'you fancy a bit of mango honey? Bought them at the muggle market yesterday, they said they were imported!" Mrs Potter, Euphemia, approached you, a small porcelain bowl in her hand, orange-yellow chunks sitting inside. They glistened under the sun, and you couldn't help but feel like the mango. Skin wet, juice dripping, the glare of the sun making both you and the mango sweat. 

"I would love some, thank you, Mrs Potter," She smiled at you, and you sat up, carefully cupping the bowl with both hands. 

"Anytime, be careful with the sun-" She winked as she trogged back inside. Euphemia Potter was the poster child for the perfect mother. She was warm and inviting, her laughter often bounced off the walls and the glint in her eyes told you that she was probably just as bad as James when she was young. She was still just as bad now. She was stern and rightfully so, as who could reel James and Sirius back in but Euphemia, barely a word from her lips, and the two boys would stand in front of her like soldiers. The boys loved her, and her warm nature made her easy to love and need. All of your friends ached to be in her presence. And you suspected she was the reason James was so magnetic as well.

"Whatcha doing out here all alone hm?" James's voice rang through the air, the hum of the cicadas falling secondary to his words. He crouched next to you, his fingers snatching a square of mango. He hummed in satisfaction as he savored the sweet, a drop of juice dripping from the fat of his lip. You wiped it wordlessly, the touch of his lips on your finger making your fingertips tingle. "We're going on a ride if you wanna come,"

"Where?" 

"Just the muggle village close by, Sirius is fascinated by the car Remus got" You contemplated it as he grabbed another chunk, this time pressing it against your lips until you opened, welcoming in the cloying taste. You nodded shortly after, a small brilliant! spilling from his lips as he got up, and extended his hands out to hoist you up as well. You pulled your shorts back on, and James pouted at the disappearance of your bathing suit bottoms, but it quickly turned into a crooked smile as you pulled one of his old muggle band tees over your frame. It was old, the logo of The Kinks was soft and faded. If you ran the pads of your fingers over it, you could feel the cracks in the paint. The top of it had been stretched out and cut off impulsively, it exposed your shoulders just enough for James to press kisses onto the skin there in delight. It was smaller, that's why you had kept it, he didn't fit in it anymore much to his dismay. It was from a time when he wasn't toned by quidditch and hadn't stretched to 182 centimeters. It felt like years away, he intertwined his hands with yours as you slipped on your sandals and walked to the front of the house.

You realized it truly hadn't been that long ago.

The car Remus got was an old blue Volkswagen Beatle, one that barely fit his lanky figure, much less the other two tall idiots he was friends with. But you found a way to fit in regardless. He "bought" it from the old muggle couple that lived next to his childhood home, they wanted to give it to him for free, we've been close your whole life Remus, please take it as a present. He refused, ever the humble man, but they agreed on a nice dinner instead.

As repayment for the car, for his childhood, for their memories. 

It felt bittersweet to stuff yourself in the back of the car with James. You wondered if the couple had ever done the same, stuff their closest friends onto the faded black seats, windows down to let the summer air roll in, drive with music blasting and barking fits of laughter. You wondered if they ever held hands as desperately as James clutched to yours, as longingly as you held his. The thought of you and James, all old and wrinkled but certainly not faded, flashed in your mind.

Did the old couple ever drive this far? Close to the coast and the ocean, enough to smell the salt of the sea, with sweat rolling down the skin, nevertheless a smile plastered on everyone's faces. You pondered on their life, of a couple you had met only once, in the fleeting exchange of Remus getting the car keys from them. You drove to the Potter's beach cottage with him that night, the better half of your group waiting for you there. 

You and Remus exchanged knowing glances as the two pureblood boys stared in awe at everything, dragging you into a grocery store in front of where Remus parked the small blue car. The low fluorescent lights gave James’s skin a pale edge, the sunlight outside kept at bay by the door. His high cheekbones and strong nose had blue-tinged highlights. Especially as he dragged you to the back, venturing through the refrigerated section exclaiming at the variety of ice creams in pints and sticks.  He looked straight out of the muggle art films Lily was so fond of watching, you wondered how her vacation in Ireland was going.

“D’you want an ice lolly?” James held two in front of you, a bright red one and a blue one. He hummed in agreement as you grabbed the red one and he smiled at his blue one happily. he didn’t hesitate in opening it, licking it like a child as he continued to drag you around eventually falling into step with Sirius who had been passionately explaining to Remus how he just had to find the muggle strawberry marmalade cookies Evans’ parents gave us when we visited. Remus helped him scan the shelves.

You observed them. The way James approached and offered Remus and Sirius a taste of his blue ice cream the latter trying it curiously. Sirius’s face soured at the blue raspberry taste exclaiming how it tasted like the inside of a cauldron. There were no boundaries or lines to be crossed, for them, everything was shared and treasured. There were no secrets amongst brothers, no borders nor humiliations. 

“Oh so that’s what it is-“ James looked at it curiously, evidently having felt the same. He continued to lick it regardless and Sirius let out a ‘fuck yea’ as Remus handed him the pack of marmalade cookies he’d been hunting for. The marauders were endlessly entertaining to observe. You reckon you had never seen love and friendship in its purest form until you met them. 

James, ever the caring one, fussed and worried over his friends in a way you’ve never seen any boy— or anyone for that matter— do, it reminded you of his mother. The fussing and the insistent questions of Did you eat? did you sleep well? Are you feeling poorly? at any turn of mood was like hearing Euphemia herself. Not that you’d ever tell him how alike he was to his mother.

You loved watching the boys, the way James threw his arms over both of them, even crooked from Remus's stature. Under muscle and hard bone, your soft heart squeezed in something akin to nostalgia. It made you ache and yearn. You thought you could listen to the laughs that bounced from them, in between them, forever. You laughed as Remus scrunched his nose at James's ice cream as the lot of you paid, the cashier looked around your age, bored out of her mind with her summer job. 

"Come ooon Moony just try it-"

"Prongs I hate blue raspberry please-" James pouted, and Remus rolled his eyes, taking a small tentative nibble of the ice. He scrunched up his face again and shook his head. "Yup still tastes like chemicals, don't know why you like it- yer a freak"

James resorted to bickering about it, trying to get Sirius to rally behind him. The long-haired boy paid him no mind as he tried opening the red plastic cylinder of cookies. Remus fell into the bickering with James, both with a smirk pulling at the corners of their lips.

They were just boys after all. 

"D'you want one?" Sirius turned the package towards you, eyeing your red ice treat in return. You nodded, offering your ice cream to him as you wiggled a marmalade cookie from out of the package. He hummed in satisfaction at the sweeter tone of your ice lolly,

"I reckon your girlfriend's got you beat Prongs, hers is better-" 

"Nuh-uh!" He reached over and grabbed yours, pressing it against his lips as he nibbled a bit of it. "Oh-"

The three boys exploded in bickering, your ice dessert eventually falling back into your hands. You never minded, the fact that in the closeness to them, your limits were also blurred. It was comforting and intimate and familiar in ways you had never suspected. You had never had friendships like this, not ones that ended well anyway. They seemed to handle it well, the intimacy between them. The long limbs scrambled together, the way you knew that they secretly held hands sometimes, in reassurance, in strength. Even if for the other two, there were sparks of something more, they never failed to be the same with James. You had been in James' arms more than once, at a party, on the couch, in his dorm, with either Sirius or Remus pressed against the other side. Sometimes the both of them. Sometimes their hands connected, sometimes just the touch of their backs against each other, of knees touching, was enough.

The first time truly witnessing their closeness it was confusing. Their tendency to sleep on the same bed, still in uniform, and a mess of sheets and half of their bodies peeking and pouring out from the bed, made sure that the surprise and confusion eventually fell away. Who could judge when they have never looked so peaceful? Innocent even— Smirks of mischief gone, walls of strength and laughter down.

They really were just boys.

You continued exploring the muggle town, walking around aimlessly as James held your hand. His hands were soft, despite the quidditch-made ridge of callouses on the edge of his hands where his fingers met the palm. They felt awfully warm, but James tended to run on the hotter side. Both he and Sirius did, Remus and you were the cold-skinned ones. James often cupped your hands into his and blew hot air into them. There was no need for such things now, the sun blared down on the four of you mercilessly yet- more forgiving than earlier. As it began to sink in the sky, James's brown skin took on golden tones. He always did look good sunbathed. After watching him many times, you were convinced the sun was made to make James glow, his skin absorbing the radiance with ease. 

"Did you hear me?" James's lips repressed a smile, having caught you daydreaming, you shook your head in honesty "I asked if you wanted to take a stroll around the beach," you saw now, the entrance of the beach no less than three meters in front of you. You nodded wordlessly, being pulled by his hand into a sprint. His already unruly hair was even more windswept, a mess of curls and breeze. Sirius ran not far in front of you and James, his long black hair equally as wild, laughter pouring from deep within him, from his lungs, as he pulled at James's other hand. Remus did a light jog behind you, to pretend he was 'catching up'. He'd eventually get there, his laughter also reaching your ears. You couldn't help it, you really could not. Your lips seemed to have a mind of their own as they broke into a smile, laughter soon dribbling out as well. It was compulsive truly, completely out of your hands, they all had something magnetic that twisted your tummy into laughter, pure joy, and release pouring from your soul. You thought this was why they had become so popular, they were so inviting. The boys, all three of them, acted like youth had been created just for them— like they could eat the world raw.

It was hard not to get caught up in it. They were exhilarating and adrenaline-inducing. You settled on the fact that being with them— with James— felt like fireworks were exploding right next to you, booming and echoing in your chest, lighting up your eyes.

Sirius and James ended up wrestling in the sand, and you let go of James's hand to avoid falling, content with watching them. The sand wasn't wet but it was starting to get cold and you could hear Remus burst into laughter as he jogged towards you, his cheeky, you realized, chuckles reverberating as he knocked the two of you down next to the two undisciplined boys. James screeched in laughter, as he crawled towards you, dropping his head on your tummy seemingly exhausted. 

"I reckon I've won" Sirius sauntered over, tripping over his feet and letting himself fall on top of Remus, one of his legs thrown over you somehow.

"Nuh uh-" 

"You ran away first Prongs-" They squabbled about it like they were five, brotherly bites at each other. Remus let out a breathy laugh whispering to you;

"I think you guys might have to drag me back to the car-" you knew he meant it, not being able to imagine the sort of aches and joint pain he was feeling from the light jog alone, much less throwing the both of you down to the sand, but nevertheless you both exploded into a fit of giggles, the thought of carrying his lanky figure across town prompting your laugh. 

"Oi whats so funny there?" Sirius pressed a finger against your side eliciting more giggles from you as you squirmed away trying to push James off as he also started digging his fingers on your sides.

”Please stop oh my god- please please-“ your giggles left you gasping for air and you felt some relief as Remus pushed Sirius off. The dark-haired boy kneeled next to Remus, trying to catch his breath.

”You’re so paying for that Moony-“ he threw himself on top of the sandy-haired boy and they began to roll around in the sand, wrestling with bubbling fits of laughter as both tried to overpower the other.

”We should get going— mum's gonna have my head” you hummed in agreement, noting how dark it’s gotten. You didn't think of the sand in your hair or the grains that stuck to your skin, the one you'd inevitably be shaking out of everything you owned for the next three weeks. You couldn't think of it when James was now face to face with you. You couldn't help but press a kiss to his cheek, and then his lips, and then the other cheek.

"This wasn't much of a stroll-" your words were soft and slightly teasing, a small pull at the corner of your lip making his smirk grow. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, soft and damp in the way he knew made you laugh and wipe your cheek. You didn't this time, he did it again for good measure.

”I promise I’ll take you on a disgustingly romantic stroll tomorrow yeah?” you hummed in agreement again, and he shot you a dimpled smile. “Oi idiots! let’s go,” 

Sirius groaned in disagreement, trying to contain his laugh as Remus pinched his side and threw him off. They both got up, shaky and still laughing at each other. Remus clutched at Sirius’s shoulder for support.

”Moony I hate to say it but maybe you ought to get some sort of… cane” James hurried to throw Remus’s arm over his shoulders and the taller boy scowled, like a kid who was getting scolded by his mother. They vaguely tried to dust themselves off.

”Prongs I do not need a cane, I’m not 80-“ 

“Might be good for you Moons,” Sirius chewed at the last remaining cookie, the package having been shoved in the inside of his jacket. There was a surprising lack of sand but it was crushed, nevertheless, he picked up the pieces gingerly. "Just think on it yeah?" He said it casually like Remus had to pick between ice cream flavors, and you could see the sting in Remus's eyes. You knew Sirius did not say it in an uncaring way, quite the opposite. Madame Pompfrey had said it more than once, and every time Remus shook his head and walked through the pain.

The four of you made your way back in silence, Remus eventually disentangling himself from James and walking unsteadily to the car. 

"D'you want me to drive Rem?" Your words were low and close to him so the other two wouldn't hear. He shook his head, shooting you a small smile. 

"Come on Moony, let’s ride" Remus couldn’t help but smile as Sirius opened the driver's door with a bow, a goofy smile also playing on his lips. The tension dissipated quickly, it left as quickly as it came, Remus got in the car and James opened the door for you as well.

You started cruising again, down the road, this time the lowered windows let in the cool night air and Sirius stuck his torso out, eventually deciding on sitting on the window, the only thing keeping him tethered to the car being his legs inside and the hand on the roof that helped balance him. James followed soon after, his foot tapping your thigh as he laughed with Sirius. Their screams made you and Remus laugh too,

”What are you waiting for?”

Remus’s deep brown eyes looked at yours through the review mirror and you felt your breath caught in your throat. You felt your fingers shake as you nodded and maneuvered your way out the window, the speed working against you. Sirius cheered as you sat on the edge of the window, a nervous laughter bubbling out of you, the wind sweeping past your face making the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks feel chilly. Sirius’s hair flew wildly as he played fast and loose when he let go of the car shooting his arms up, but he didn’t fall, his chest echoed with laughter.

James extended his hand, still sticking on the roof, towards yours, and bravely so did you. His fingers came to a stop right above your knuckles, Remus pushed the car to its limit. The air was more than just cold now, it bit at your cheeks and made your eyes water— but you couldn’t find it within yourself to even mind. It was exhilarating and blood pumping, your heart was about ready to leap out of your chest as the boys let out roars of laughter. 

Soon enough you’d turn into the street where the Potter’s cottage resided in. The small, hidden stretch of street for the magical folks. Remus slowed to a stop expertly, and the grip of James and your other hand gripping the inside of the car helped you avoid the recoil of the stop. Sirius wasn’t so lucky, as he laid his whole upper body— or as much of it as he could— against the car. A terrified grin on his face. At least he didn't fall out.

You all climbed out, mindless chatter between them about what to eat or what to do. But as your heart began to slow down again, and the excitement seeped out of your body, you were left alone with your feelings once again. The moment passed and left you empty like your chest cavity had been hollowed out, scooped out by sentimentality. It made you angry, the way that your eyes felt hot with tears They had no use, truly they did not, they were tears spilled in vain. Nothing was wrong, your boyfriend loved you, you had amazing friends, and you had an amazing day, a thrilling ride home. What could possibly be nagging at your heart?

"Are you going to finally tell me what's been up with you today?" James whispered into your ear, from behind you. You had stayed by the door, shooing them in so they wouldn't notice. But James knew. He always knows. He rested his head on your shoulder, looking at the grassy fields in front of you. "Don't you dare say nothing because I know that look on your face love, besides you've been uncharacteristically quiet this fine evening" There was still a tinge of joke in his tone, an edge that he never really seemed to shake off even when he meant to be serious. 

"It's stupid James, I'm okay I promise" You pressed a small kiss against his temple and went around him to go inside, making a beeline for the kitchen. You hoped it'd be empty, so you could sit and marinate in your thoughts for longer. You could hear James's parents chatting upstairs, their voices traveling through the wooden floors, you could feel the breeze coming in through the patio doors and the boys' echoing laughter, bickering, and the avid conversation that was so characteristically them.

"I hope you didn't believe I'd let you get away with that-" he tsked "shoddy performance love-" James pressed a kiss against your cheek as he came close to you again. You hoped you'd push him off until later, but alas James was a pressing man. 

"Really? I've been told I'm quite an actress-" you tried joking, but the smirk on your lips didn't reach your eyes, and James knew— only from the absence of the singular dimple on the side of your face— that it was false. He took your hand in his, his expression turning somber, 

"I need you to tell me, you've been in the clouds all day-" you sighed as he played with your fingers, his lips pressing a kiss to the tips. You gave in, but for James you always did. You could never tell him no. "I promise I won't tease"

"Do you ever have like, flashes of memories and glimpses in your mind of all these beautiful things? like a montage kind of, just of…you know, beauty that- moves you and love that’s shared"

"A montage?" James' lips curled into a smile, "like a vision? of something you've lived before?"

"No… well ye- no- just everything, even of the moment you’re in... like it'll slip from your fingers and you're missing and aching for it before it's even over" You tried to articulate the feeling, the one that had been slowly eating at your heart. The feeling that makes you cry senselessly and haunts your dreams.

James seemed to think about it, regardless of how frustrated you felt with your own words, he seemed to understand. He mouled it over, and you could almost see the gears turn behind his eyes. For a second you thought you caught a glance of something, something sad and blue and tender—

"Yeah, I know," he bit his lip briefly, from the inside, a nervous habit he had picked up. "it's like you're nostalgic before it's even..."

"over" "over"

You played with his fingers now, pulling and massaging each one. He let you without refute as he went quiet again, deep in thought.

"I feel it when I look at my friends, at you, I think about if it'll last forever—" He looked straight out the window, into the pitch-dark sky, a sad tightening around his mouth "I reckon it is a matter of knowing, of treasuring it, the moment, or whatever 'it' is for you, and tucking it neatly inside your heart... I reckon the only way to deal with it is to force yourself to enjoy the moment"

He looked at you now, his brown eyes stared deep into your own, unwavering. James the ever-cocky one, always brave and always caring, so loud and rambunctious you'd think fireworks exploded in his veins, suddenly seemed so small, and raw. You didn't think he had such feelings, of course, he got down sometimes, but this? This existential mess that rotted and churched inside your heart until you were quiet and blue? No, James Potter could not possibly possess such feelings. He looked at you with tenderness, but the longing that lay under it shoved neatly and discretely in some dark corner of his soul, was new. And something you never expected him to feel.

"There's no need for nostalgia love," he grabbed your hands tightly in his "The time is now.” He said it with determination like it had been something he had arrived at. A conclusion to calm the ache in his chest and reassure himself that there was no need to live in the past, nor sad about something that had not yet passed.

He pressed a quick peck to your lips. But you pulled him closer, soft and yearning. It was delicate yet filled to the brim with love and you hoped he couldn't feel the tears that stained your cheeks, but you knew he did. James Potter knew everything. 

“don't cry lovely” He pressed another kiss to your lips and tucked you into his arms for a hug. 

You shook yourself off soon after, moving away from the kitchen counters. You took his hand now, along with a quick kiss to his lips, and for the first time today, you took the lead. You dragged him outside with his friends. The fire crackled and burned and the boys sat on Euphemia's wicker garden chairs, the cushions that usually decorated the space thrown about, Remus hoarding about four in his chair no doubt trying to calm the ache in his bones. Sirius was halfway through convincing Remus to try the strange cider concoction he had made the previous day, no doubt an alcoholic bomb. They both laughed as Remus continued to refuse the glass Sirius kept pushing in his hands. 

"I'll try it Pads-" You extended your hand and Sirius smiled wolfishly, at the nickname, and your initiative. He handed you the overfilled glass, the drops of the cold liquid spilling over your hand as you rushed to grab it and take a swing. The bitter taste hit your throat harshly the tangy-sweet flavor of the actual cider washing over your tongue as the gulp of liquid made its way down. It was like a punch to the face, but you couldn't help the shrieks of laughter that poured from you.

"Godric's balls-" Sirius let out a roar of laughter, taking the glass back from your trembling hands as you coughed. "Sirius Black you're a sick man- who would drink that" he took a shameless sip.

"That's the most you've spoken today doll I reckon it did its job-" he winked as your face turned hot, and laughter started to spill from both your lips as James grabbed the cup.

"It can't be that bad-" he took a reckless swing, not expecting much- before spitting it out on the grass with a couch, "Padfoot you're going to hell for that atrocity" he gasped out as he handed Remus the cup. The sandy-haired boy glared at James mercilessly but accepted it, because if you can't beat them join them right?

Remus managed to gulp down more than James had even attempted, "Christ padfoot, seriously this is sick" and was next to succumb to the stomach-aching laughter, clutching his stomach as his features grew red with laughter. He put the glass down in the middle as the four of you continued to laugh. You teased James for spitting it out and Sirius for making it in the first place, James's arm around your shoulders, both of you shaking and clutching to each other trying to breathe from the laughter that impeded it. Remus slapped Sirius upside the head, but the dark-haired boy couldn't manage to retaliate, wiping tears from his eyes, his lungs wheezing.

You hoped it would always be this way, watching the three of them clutch at each other as they laughed, like brothers, like more than that. you dreamt of being in your forties still laughing this way, with nothing but joy in your cheeks and fireworks in your chest. still in the same beach house for the holiday, maybe married, maybe with children with their reckless but faithful friends of their own. 

Maybe it would always be this way.

You decided you’d focus on being 20, as you blinked joyful tears back. You’d focus on their thunderous laughs and their wicked winks. The triplet smirks and the way James pressed you close to your chest as you all laughed until your tummies hurt. You decided you were content now, at twenty. Yes, you were happy.

There was no need for nostalgia, the time is now.

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pairing— Koutaro Bokuto x afab!reader

summary— You watch Bokuto as he plays against Argentina at the Olympic's.

warnings/tags— Afab!fem reader. No use of y/n. Fluff, fluff, fluff. No physical descriptions. Did i say fluff already?

wc— 776 words.

notes— This is my comeback after months so it might be a bit rusty. English is not my first language btw. Enjoy!

You slowly sipped from your juice box as you wiped the sweat from your forehead. It wasn’t even that hot, but you were tense. The roaring crowd around you wasn’t helping either, each scream making you more on edge. Sitting rigidly in your front row seat, you watched the men’s volleyball match. This wasn’t just any ordinary game—Japan was up against a formidable Argentina. But not just any Argentina—Oikawa Tooru’s Argentina.

You knew Oikawa. Everyone did. Well, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but every volleyball fan had at least heard of him. Aoba Johsai’s former captain, renowned for his skill and presence on the court. And there he stood, on the left side, focused and drenched in sweat. He was facing Japan’s U20 team, whose stellar lineup had blown past all your expectations.

Your eyes followed the white ball, catching a glimpse of the Olympic logo printed on it, and a fond smile crept onto your face as you remembered where you were—and more importantly, who you were here for. Your gaze shifted across the court, spotting several familiar faces—after all, these were your boyfriend’s peers. You knew them well.

You held your breath as you saw your boyfriend leap to spike the ball. Ah! A feint! No… it was blocked. You exhaled sharply, closing your eyes and pressing a hand to your chest. Suddenly, a hand rested on your shoulder, causing you to jump and gasp. You turned, frowning slightly.

“Kuro!” You gasped, glaring daggers at him.

“Gosh, relax a little. You’re stiff as a rock. I thought you were going to faint." He raised both eyebrows, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

“I know I might look like a mess, but I’m fine. Really.” You flashed him a toothy grin, which came off more as a grimace.

He chuckled, unconvinced. “You sure about that? ‘Cause it feels like your mind is thinking about everything but the match.” He patted your back gently, nodding towards the court, specifically at Bokuto, whose muscles shone bright through Japan’s uniform. “He’d kill to have all your attention right now.”

You glanced back at Bokuto just as the crowd began chanting his name. His smile was infectious, his energy lifting the entire stadium. Despite your frayed nerves, you joined in the cheers—you owed him that much. Bokuto had always had that magnetic quality—the way he could draw everyone in, making them want to root for him. It was difficult not to feel a pang of envy at how easily he commanded the spotlight. 

Bokuto’s turn to serve had arrived. You could see the determination in his eyes—that familiar spark of confidence. He knew he had this. With a quick grin, he launched the ball, and the sharp smack of it hitting the court echoed through the arena. The crowd erupted, and you cupped your hands around your mouth, shouting his name with all the excitement bubbling inside you.

Despite the roaring crowd and the cheering all around him, his eyes found yours. The sounds around you faded into a soft murmur, leaving just you and him in that fleeting moment. He gifted you—only you—that lopsided smile, the kind that warmed your heart and brightened your days. Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he winked, knowing full well the effect it would have. It was fleeting, a matter of seconds, but it sent your heart racing. You felt your pulse quicken, your cheeks flush crimson—and knowing he would notice, you smiled back, flushed and jittery.

Around you, girls giggled and squealed, touching their reddened cheeks, eyes sparkling with admiration.

“FOR SURE, that was for me,” a blonde girl gushed to her friend beside her.

“No way! He looked at me,” another girl replied in a feisty tone.

“It was definitely for me!”

You felt a pang of jealousy, but it quickly faded as the match reached its climax. Your focus shifted to the ball. When it came speeding toward Bokuto and he swung his arm, spiking the final blow, you squealed and leaped from your seat in pure joy. They won. The team embraced, cheering, but one figure leaped through the court, heading straight for you.

In an instant, Bokuto was by your side, hugging you tightly and kissing your forehead. He lifted you off your feet and spun you around, his laughter infectious.

“We won! We won!” he exclaimed, holding you close.

Then, his eyes locked onto yours, intense. His thumb brushed over your lips, his breath still uneven from the game. “You know… I just love it when you look at me, only me.”

“Your attention belongs to me.”

Then he kissed you.

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Look What You Made Me Do 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Curtis Everett, ceo!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The conference room is set. An array of desserts sprawl across the table on trays, carafes of tea and coffee, ewers of juice, and a large jug of water. There's only one thing missing, aside from your employees. The most basic of necessities.

You search around for one of the cafe workers in their all black attire, the logo the only snatch of brightness on their being; a plume of smoke that reads Everett's. A venue recommended by several of your company members though you preferred the more corporate chain. You approach the man with the buzzcut and stubble along his jaw as sets tongs on each tray.

“Hello,” you greet him, crossing your arms. His grey blue eyes flick down at the gesture and back up. He offers an expression short of a smile. “I'm just hoping you have some cutlery. Oh, and napkins.”

“They're in the truck,” he checks his watch as he gives the monotone answer.

“Shouldn't they be up here?” You insist.

He sighs, “we're setting up. One thing at a time.”

You're taken aback by his tone. You're not in the habit of being mean to service workers but you expect more than his dismissive manner. You poke your tongue into your cheek and tilt your head.

“I understand, there's no need to be hostile,” you reproach.

“I'm not,” he takes another lid off a tray, “I'm just stating facts. You'll get your forks and knives.”

You lift your nose up. You don't like this man. He is too gruff for this business.

“Hmmm, well, thank you. I'll be sure to tell your boss how helpful you were,” you take out your phone as your words drip with sarcasm, “and so bubbly and nice.”

You scroll through your recent numbers. This was a lot of work, the type you don't usually make. The whole event was your idea, to show some appreciation for your employees, but it's left you entirely exhausted.

You hit the number you've been going back and forth with over numbers and arrangements. You step away with a trite smile and turn your back. You wait as the phone rings. It answers on the first.

“Everett's,” the short response, in double.

You blanch and hesitate to say anything more. That's odd.

“Uh, hello, I'm from–” you begin and stop again as the odd echo eeks you out. You turn and face the man with his phone in hand, the screen showing the call on speaker.

“So, you forget to order something?” The man asks.

You squint and approach him step by step. You scoff, “huh.”

“Look, I'll get the forks, happy,” he pinches a set of tongues in front of you, “if there's anything missing, I'll be more than happy to refund it.”

Your mouth pinches in irritation, “right.”

“Curtis Everett,” he drops the tongs on a tray and offers his hand, greeting you by your name.

You look at his hand and reluctantly shake it. His grip is tight, almost painful. You pull away, hiding your discomfort.

“Ma'am,” he smirks and turns on his heel.

You stand, speechless, watching him strut out. ‘Ma'am’? You… you aren't that old. Your grays aren't that bad. Are they?

You strut around the table. The coffee smells great. You pour yourself a cup of the dark roast and blow over the top. You wander around and take a careful sip. It is great coffee, you have to admit. At least to yourself.

“Locally roasted,” Curtis declares as he enters with a box under his arm. “In house, just like all our products.”

“Mm,” you lower the cup, your lipstick stained on the rim.

He puts down a tray and starts to load in bamboo cutlery from the box, nearly sorting it into the different sections.

“Bamboo?” You frown.

“Biodegradable,” he says without looking up, “we are local and sustainable.”

“I don't want splinters,” you sniff.

“Well, you could just use your hands,” he shrugs. “Or are you too good for that too?”

“Excuse me?”

“Listen, lady, I didn't come here to be treated like a dog. I came here to make sure everything was set up properly. I'm a business owner and I'm sure you know that means I could be doing something more important.”

“You could,” you agree.

“But I'm here. I'd call that attentive service,” he insists and flips the flap shut on the box, “you have a good day, ma'am. Maybe try some decaf.”

He walks back out and once more leaves you glaring

As good as the coffee is, it's not worth that man's ego.

[a-wonderful-danganronpa]

Kind of a more low-key, icebreaker type of question, if you will. What kind of foods do you think your Wonders would like? What kinda foods even ARE there at the monastery?

[NO SPOILERS]

ooh, two fun questions! thanks for asking!

🍇 i'll start with the second one...

the short answer: because of its remote locale, the Monastery is relatively self-sufficient out of necessity and has its own greenhouse and livestock. Hachihei tends the Monastery's honeybees, too. you'll eat well, but it won't be Kraft dinner.

the slightly longer answer: the Monastery does have a few modern amenities, because it does have electricity. it's powered via nearby windmills. (there was almost one in the AWD logo, actually, for...reasons.) besides juice for the Wonders' labs, the Monastery's got refrigeration, freezers, etc., so it's not like anyone is at risk of starving, and advanced dishes are more than possible to whip up. nonetheless, scaling the mountain the Monastery sits upon is tough, and so traders of "processed" foods only come around about once a year, if that.

mostly, you're gonna eat organic, so to speak. junk food addicts will wither away up there, which has kept away many-a Wonder who originate from developed shinetowns. you're definitely going to miss your White Castle burgers and peanut butter cups.

🍖 as for the first question...

what foods the Wonders like would generally depend on their upbringing!

those who grew up in shinetowns like Veritas would have diets not too far off from yours or mine.

the Sandalpunk types like Yuwa would have that whole low-tech agrarian and hunter/gatherer thing going on.

the Rustpunks like Reika would lie somewhere in-between the two, depending. they're excellent scavengers on the whole and usually not picky

as for specific characters, here's a few:

Izumo was a loud and whiny child, which isn't great when you're on the run, and her mother used to placate her with endless sweets. she eats pure sweet garbage all the time always, and about the only nutrients you can put into her come in the form of orange juice

Suzuran hates sweets, on the other hand

Melville is from a far-away coast, and loves his feesh

No one's actually ever seen Kaname eat or express an opinion on food

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Six is open-minded about her diet, so long as alcohol isn't involved

Reika fucking loves canned beans, a high delicacy in her part of the world

Hikari has been searching for a good civilized roast beef sandwich for about three months now. the killing game has certainly put a dent in her journey. 😔

[makaira-art]

Capcom Cafe Umeda 2023 Menu & Goods Translations

Translations for goods campaign and special collab menu for GS/DGS that ran Nov-Dec 2023 (Original Site)

I had edited the html for the menu into English when the campaign ran and took screenshots, so even if the menu site has changed to the newest collab you can see what all the dishes looked like! The menu descriptions are kinda fun, please enjoy~

CAPCOM CAFE UMEDA STORE "Ace Attorney" & "The Great Ace Attorney Chronicles" Collaboration Menu's big reveal!

From 11/10/23 (Friday) to 12/21/2023 (Wednesday), the Capcom Cafe Umeda store, on the Daimaru Umeda store's 13th floor, will offer menu and goods in collaboration with the Ace Attorney series. This time, the limited-time menu will be revealed! For more details on the release, definitely check the Capcom Cafe Umeda Store official site!

■ Ace Attorney and the Great Ace Attorney Chronicles Collab Menu Big Reveal! 1) Barok Van Ziek's Jet Black Holy Grail Curry (1980 yen, tax included) This is a menu item with Barok Van Ziek's motifs. We've created a curry that one would see at a Western cafe. Please enjoy the fried seafood placed in the shape of a cross and pitch black roux.

2) Maya's magatama pancakes Menu item with Maya Fey's motifs. This is a Japanese-style pancake in the shape of the magatama that Maya wears. Please enjoy with brown sugar syrup.

3) Apollo Justice's fruit punch This is a classic retro cafe style fruit punch with Apollo Justice's motifs. Lemon is sliced into the shape of his attorney's badge.

4) Phoenix Wright's retro cream soda This is a blue cream soda based on retro cafe's standard menu with Phoenix Wright's motifs.

5) Naruhodou Ryuunosuke's hojicha latte This is a hojicha latte with Naruhodou Ryuunosuke's motifs. Please enjoy it with the black tea jelly that was placed inside.

※ In addition, we have menu items such as "Phoenix. Apollo! Plate" (1980 yen), "Miles Edgeworth's afternoon plate (1980 yen), or "Susato's pudding a la mode" (1650 yen). For more menu details, please check the Capcom Cafe Umeda Store's official website. ※ The image of the menu items are just depictions. The actual merchandise may have a different design/specification than the actual product.

■ We also have original novelty goods to present! Those who order an original drink at Capcom Cafe will receive a coaster (one randomly selected from 10 designs). Additionally, for every 3000 yen spent on the cafe menu, you will receive a complimentary bromide postcard.

▼ If you order an original drink, you receive a coaster (one randomly selected from 10 designs) ▼For every 3000 yen spent on the cafe menu, you receive a bromide style postcard (one randomly selected from 12 designs)

FOOD MENU

Naruhodo. Odoroki! Plate A menu item with Phoenix Wright (Naruhodou) and Apollo Justice (Odoroki) motifs. Finishing touches in a western-style plate with a retro showa era feel. Ketchup rice is molded into the Ace Attorney logo.

Miles Edgeworth's Afternoon Plate A menu item with Miles Edgeworth motifs. This light snack afternoon plate pairs well with the tea that Edgeworth enjoys in the story.

Barok Van Ziek's Jet Black Holy Grail Curry This is a menu item with Barok Van Ziek's motifs. We've created a curry that one would see at a Western cafe. Please enjoy the fried seafood placed in the shape of a cross and pitch black roux.

Postcard Receive 1 per order of 3000 yen total order of food/sweets/drink. Distribution may end as soon as the stock runs out. Stock status will be announced on the official X (twitter) account.

DRINKS MENU

Phoenix Wright's Retro Cream Soda This is a blue cream soda based on retro cafe's standard menu with Phoenix Wright's motifs. Nata de coco, blue curacao, carbonated water, vanilla ice cream, marischino cherry, monaka wafer

Maya Fey's Retro Purple Cream Soda This is a cream soda based on Maya Fey's color, purple. It looks bright and cute and is made in one cup. Mona Jewel strawberry jelly, butterfly peaflower tea, lemon fruit juice, vanilla ice cream, strawberry

Miles Edgeworth's Strawberry Soda Inspired by Miles Edgeworth who loves black tea, this strawberry soda has a bright appearance. Please enjoy with whipped cream. Mona Jewel strawberry jelly, strawberry syrup, cranberry powder, whipped cream, blueberries

Apollo Justice's Fruit Punch This is a classic retro cafe style fruit punch with Apollo Justice's motifs. The lemon is sliced to resemble his defense attorney's badge. Canned fruit, canned mikan oranges, nata de coco, Mitsuya Cider, maraschino cherry, lemon

Naruhodou Ryuunosuke's Hojicha Latte This is a hojicha latte with Naruhodou Ryuunosuke's motifs. Please enjoy it with the black tea jelly that is inside. Hojicha latte, black tea jelly, whipped cream, almond chips

Kazuma Asogi's Red Bean Shake This red bean drink is inspired by Kazuma Asogi from the cafe main visual. By actually wearing the headband, please enjoy becoming Asogi. Whole red beans, milk, whipped cream, rice flour dumplings

Mikotoba Susato's Pudding a la Mode Drink This drink has Mikotoba Susato's motifs. This cup was created to look like the cute sweet that she is holding in the cafe main visual. Caramel sauce, strawberry milk, whipped cream, pudding, canned fruits, mint, and maraschino cherry

Barok van Ziek's Holy Grail Coffee This hot coffee has Barok van Ziek's motifs. Please enjoy the drink in a glass that is inspired by God's Holy Grail. Chocolate sauce, almond chips, hot coffee, melted cream, cocoa powder, raisin gold leaf

Cafe Latte of your choice A cute-looking cafe latte that relaxes your mind and body. You can choose one of eight different latte art characters to put on top of it. For an additional 1760 yen (tax included), you can make the mug into a set to take home. Cafe latte, printed latte art

SWEETS MENU

Susato's Pudding a la Mode This menu item has Mikotoba Susato's motifs. A retro cafe staple, this Japanese-Western style fusion sweet combines pudding a la mode and Susato-like matcha and sakura. It seems like you can also eat Ryuunosuke.

Scone Plate that spans the Japanese and British Empires This menu item has the motifs of Naruhodou Ryuunosuke and Kazuma Asogi. Please enjoy the fruit whipped cream, bean paste butter, etc. in the color of the two's hakama. For an additional 1540 yen (tax included) you can make a set with a mug to bring home. The katana chopsticks cannot be taken home.

Maya's Magatama Pancakes This is a Japanese-style pancake in the shape of the magatama that Maya wears. Please enjoy with brown sugar syrup.

[banepenis]

Question

Looking for any large thick ribbed ready potent ready for action workable many panelled large engines huge seats multip;le capacity great thick slathered on coat of paint logo that you can really crumb to magnificent sky beast through the clouds slicing up those clouds like so much meat on one of those swords shows wanting to land there's an airway airstip you can fall down on rest those succulent little nubby wheels onto it like you're massaging the icing into that hot hot open skin i want all of the pores to be open and salivating out those preciously little juices I want to see that thing all of that fuel spraying out like there's a hurricane outside and it's time to get wet I wanr to put an apple in that fucking thing's mouth like a sumptuous roast amimal of some descriptiong i'm not oing to share with anyone this is a big big boy meal just for me and for you if you participate in my joyous joy joy will you imagine the world with me there doesn't have to be any shame all I'm looking fro is a nice toime and i want to go inside sit in the captain's seat with my sippy cup full of "Dastardly" apples juice and it has a heater and a hole for putting your belogings in and when I supon it i get the energy I need to pull that taut little steering ontroller up to make us soar high and highar like ickyrus and w juste keep going up tose fucker fuckers are going to have to shoot us down with big fucking huge hung missile ropes like Santa's Claus if you get my drift and it has to be steamy god for the love of god I'm going to crash the shit out of all planes theere I said it can I get any planes can I see any images pngs jpgs avif files of those long sinewy aerobodies going up or down or even in im not that picky lol can you image though the twirling ballet of those juiced up powerful rotund engines on the side two or maybe six of them depending on the girlth and all of the things that fly into them like birds and bugs and birds and that little mother fucker go got stuck in that hot aor balloon and kept going up and got suck sucked into the gnashing maw of this delectable specimen of a thing we call a erolplane? Serious Inquiries Only!

[visual-communication-review]

VISUAL DIARY- WEEK 1

The Content: Design source: Pinterest

Visual Style:

Final Thoughts:

Although the design may seem over exaggerated, i personally like it because it tells a story around how the juice was made before being packaged and sold, it gives the viewer a notion that sunstar juice is freshly squeezed juice without preservative, and that what you're getting when consuming the product are similar to what you would get from a freshly squeezed orange.

I also like the image manipulation, seamlessly adding a tap to one side of the orange, and that it seems like the image was situated in an orange farm. The inclusion of the logo on the glass cup lets us know it's not just any juice company but its actually for sunstar brand

Attribution:

Lemonade promotional post | design by mayeoss (pinterest.com)

[jamie-heng]

Growth Mindset

During this week’s class we had to draw with our non-dominant hand redesigning a brand’s logo. I found that challenging as I am unaccustomed to doing so. However, based on the video by Damaris Carlisle, ‘Growth Mindset’. "What you want to aim for is a growth mindset so when you experience a failure, start looking at it as an opportunity to grow. What is it that you can learn from this and change to make improvements next time. When you get feedback don't think of it as a personal attack on you as a person but think about it as feedback on your work and think about the fact that you can actually make changes to improve next time."

We have to push ourselves to do things that we find challenging so that we can grow, to improve ourselves even if it isn’t fantastic.

After we were done with our sketches, we laid them out on the floor and I quite like the ‘iJooz’ redesign specifically the ones on the tablet there is one shaped like a cup, the initials forming it while the cup holds the juice, I find it to be a really creative and modern redesign. Based off the 'iJooz' redesign, if I had to redesign Mentos' logo, I would like to have the type be surrounded by an outline of a mint leaf to show off the refreshing taste of the candy.

(236 words)

MB. “Damaris Carlisle Growth Mindset” Youtube, 30 Jul. 2022. https://youtu.be/yCbWvI8BQpI?si=fy_mA6d5cEkoFc1O. Accessed 22 September 2024.

(MB, 00:12:52-00:13:26)

[spacepiratenemo]

Jupiter's Shadow

🎃 Happy Halloween, my spooky friends! 🕷️

I bring you this hauntingly beautiful piece featuring Evil Nemo! ☢☣

Yes, the most sinister science-bae in the Universe! The Jupiter Nation, a realm of corrupted machines, lurks beneath the surface of the gas giant, waiting for their awakening to consume all living matter in the galaxy. Normally, the universe wouldn't fret, as the Jupiter Nation would never stand a chance against the best Mecha.

However, in this spooky Halloween Art, Nemo aligns herself with the corrupted A.I., enhancing it and forming an alliance with the emotionless machines. And, of course, she enjoys a good ol' cup of radioactive uranium-juice!

The #madscientist vibe is strong in this one! Thankfully, this is just eerie, dark artwork, and Nemo will remain on the side of good! I hope you enjoy this piece and wish you all some terrifyingly delightful days filled with candy and bubbly tea.

Special thanks to @shadow_of_jupiter_official for allowing me to use their band logo as a shirt print for this piece! Check out their music, folks - you're going to love it! 🖤

What will you be dressing up as for Spookyween? Any exciting plans? Let's chat in the comments! 👽👾��

[packagingbypolymer]

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[aricastmblr]

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Grupo oficial de BTS, Jimin's Production Diary > proyección especial y evento especial de charla con Jimin, ¡se ha preparado un camión de apoyo con el sincero regalo de Jimin para las ARMYs! 🐥💛

supportruck instagram sale j.m jimin BTS 공식 뿅아리, 지민님의 <Jimin’s Production Diary > 특별 상영회와 지민님과의 특별한 토크 이벤트에 초대 받으신 아미 분들을 위한 지민님의 정성스런 선물을 서포트럭이 함께 준비하게 되었습니다!🐥💛

지민님의 마음을 아미분들에게 예쁘게, 귀엽게 전해드리기 위해 이번에도 열심히 준비해보았는데 모두들 너무 귀여워해주셔서 뿌듯했어요!😊 영화관에서 만나는 지민님과의 특별한 토크 시간이라 영화 볼 때 빠지면 섭섭한 팝콘을 더더욱 달콤한 카라멜팝콘으로 준비해드렸고, 영상 보면서 드실 수 있을만한 달콤한 디저트들로 지민님의 마음을 채워보았어요!🫶

귀여운 병아리 아이싱이 들어간 마들렌은 지민님을 꼭 닮아 너무 귀엽게 잘나왔는데 맘에 드셨나요? 둥지에 들어있는 귀여운 병아리 같은 느낌으로 포장도 신경쓰고, 찐한 레몬맛이 나는 고급진 레몬파운드 마들렌이었는데 지민님을 사랑하는 아미분들의 마음에 꼭 드셨으면 좋겠습니다!!🥹

이번에는 머랭쿠키도 노랑노랑한 뿅아리 주제 하에 귀엽게 구성해보았어요. 조그만 머랭쿠키 안에 부리까지 귀엽게 표현했던 예쁜 뿅아리 머랭쿠키와 프레첼, 뽀또머랭쿠키까지 눈으로 한 번, 입으로 두 번, 마음으로 세 번 즐겨주셨길 바랄게요😋

고급진 버터쿠키는 아미분들만을 위한 다이어리와 강아지, 고양이 시안이었답니다! 예쁜 다이어리와 ‘강냥이’ 지민님을 예쁘게 표현해보았어요. 예쁜 로고가 담겨서 더 빛이났던 콜드컵, 노랑노랑 달콤한 망고주스까지! 특별함이 배가되는 아미분들만을 위한 지민님의 선물로 탄생했답니다💝

항상 지민님의 마음을 더 따뜻하게 알아주시는 아미분들이셔서 지민님과의 SPECIAL TALK를 다녀오신 분들 후기를 보니 다들 행복해하시는 것 같아서 서포트럭 마음도 따뜻해졌답니다! 지난번 지민님의 솔로활동으로 시작해서 이번 프로덕션 다이어리에서 팬분들께 드리는 선물까지 함께해서 너무 뜻깊은 과정이었습니다! 이번에도 맛있게 행복하게 즐겨주신 모든 아미분들 감사합니다! 앞으로 지민님의 빛나는 모든 활동도 서포트럭이 함께 응원할게요!!💛

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_ Supportruck has prepared a thoughtful gift from Jimin for ARMYs who were invited to the special screening of BTS’s official chick, Jimin’s <Jimin’s Production Diary> and special talk event with Jimin!🐥💛

We worked hard to prepare this time to convey Jimin's heart to ARMYs in a pretty and cute way, and we were proud that everyone thought it was so cute!😊

It was a special talk time with Jimin at the movie theater, so we prepared caramel popcorn, and we filled Jimin's heart with sweet desserts that ARMYs could enjoy while watching the movie!🫶 The madeleine with cute chick icing came out very cute, just like Jimin. Did you like it? It was a luxurious Lemon Pound Madeleine with a strong lemon flavor and packaging that made it feel like a cute chick in a nest. I hope ARMYs who love Jimin will like it!!🥹

This time, we decorated the meringue cookies in a cute way with the theme of yellow chick🐣 We hope you enjoyed the pretty chick meringue cookies with cute beaks, pretzel and ppotto meringue cookies once with your eyes, twice with your mouth, and three times with your heart😋

The high-quality butter cookies included a diary, puppy, and cat design just for ARMYs! We tried to express the pretty diary and ‘puppy&cat’ Jimin beautifully. A cold cup that shines even brighter with a pretty logo, and even yellow and sweet mango juice! It was born as a special(x100) gift from Jimin just for ARMYs💝

ARMYs always warmly understand Jimin's heart, so when we read the reviews of ARMYs who went to SPECIAL TALK with Jimin, they all seemed happy, which warmed our heart! It was a very meaningful process, starting with Jimin's solo activities last time and ending with a gift to fans in this production diary! Thank you to all the ARMYs who enjoyed it happily this time too! Supportruck will support all of Jimin’s brilliant activities in the future!!💛💜

[sunset-a-story]

Find The Word X 3

Trying to catch up from earlier this week! I got tagged by @winterandwords @vsnotresponding and @gummybugg the last couple of days so I'm going to combine them! Thanks so much for the tags, folks! I love doing these.

I took a couple words from each tag so my words are kill, erase, stone, keep, kiss, empty, and smoke.

Stone

Ahead of them on the side of the road, he could see a large stone sign with the solar system logo carved in relief, the same logo he’d seen on Reeve’s laptop over his shoulder. Alex felt a flutter of nerves. "No one else is going to be dressed like this," he complained as Reeve slowed. “I'm serious, everyone's going to be in jeans and shit and then it's gonna be poindexter-me.” “I’m dressed like this,” he replied through thin lips. Alex rolled his eyes. “Oh, big consolation there.”

Kill & Erase--two for one!

The erasing of Icarus was done in the field by Retrieval teams-- Neptune agents tasked with finding Icarus on the run. It wasn’t the kind of thing normally done in a holding cell. It wasn’t unheard of for the Reintegration of a caught Icarus to fail, leading them to be erased, but it was rare and it had become even rarer since Freddie began running Neptune’s Reintegration branch. People across Sol may be frightened by Reintegration agents, but in truth, they just wanted to save every single Icarus out there. Killing someone meant failure. And what had happened with Colin was a symptom of a deep failure.

Kiss & Keep (Kept)

When her pens ran out of ink or her pencils wore down to nibs, she dropped them where she sat and picked up a new one from the cup of writing instruments that he kept constantly refilled. A clear bin on her desk was a third of the way filled with memory cards from her voice recorder. They’d brought in a twin bed for her to sleep on, though, last he’d heard, Dakota had to medicate her to get her to sleep at all. Rafe leaned over and kissed her head, though she didn’t seem to notice. She was thinner than before she’d gone under, and her hair had grown out a little to be slightly stringy and worse for wear. Her hands looked red and angry, the heel of her writing hand black with ink and graphite.

Empty

“Please god, not another telepath,” Gareth muttered. “Here here,” Hannah said, raising her beer. Gareth clicked the neck of his beer into hers with a chuckle. Sighing, Reeve raised his empty hand and mimed toasting with them.

Smoke

[context: this is at the SolCorp corporate Halloween party and in Sunset alcohol messes with mental knacks like telepathy] Jake wasn’t hungry but if he had a drink he would have something to do with his hands so he headed to a table lined with punch bowls made to look like large black cauldrons with smoke emanating from them. Two at the end had been labeled as non-alcoholic but someone, who’d clearly worked their way down the other punch bowls first, had scrawled, “Sad telepath juice,” on a piece of paper and propped it up in front of a blood-red drink with fruit floating in it. It seemed appropriate so he poured himself a glass.

No pressure tagging @iced-ginger-tea @weaver-of-fantasies-and-fables @void-botanist and @thatndginger Your words are: breath, pink, goodbye, and need

[iii-days-grace]

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

Hey! I don't have the spoons today to put this up and tag it on AO3 and/or Knotfic, but I wanted to post it anyway. I'll upload it there in a few days or whenever I have the time and energy.

In that case, consider this a sort of open beta reading :) Summary: Shawn and Sid get the munchies one night while on tour, and explore a new city to find a restaurant with an unusual theme.

Word Count: 1076

Rating: Gen

Characters: Sid Wilson, Shawn Crahan

Pairing: 0/6

The Father, the Bun, and the Holy Ghost

‘Sorry daddy, I’ve been -’

Shawn swats Sid from across the table. ‘That’s not the words. Here.’ He shoves a fry into his hand and pops the lid from off Sid’s drink. Not technically the right ritual either, but they’ll skip the confession shit for now. The food is hot, so state of grace be damned.

As he shifts he catches a whiff of pot stink from his jacket. They shared another joint on the way over so he knows they both have to stink at this point, all the smoke and sweat and probably other things liberated by the misty spring rain they had walked through to get here. Everything in this city closed early for some reason.

But this is a burger place somewhere close to midnight, who else is it open for anyway besides the stoners?

Probably not good Christian boys, even if weed was legal in this country. He thinks. He doesn’t have time to remember such things on tour. Nobody seems to be batting an eye about the smell of the Devil’s lettuce though, so they’re probably fine.

Something about the cocktail tickles his limbic system in a way that reminds him of evenings spent loitering behind the high school, bumming smokes off each other from friends and tucking butts inside their pockets to avoid leaving evidence.

Anyway, the stench that leaches off them still doesn’t mask the hot and crispy smell from off the trays. Thick-cut golden fries with skin, the burger bleeds that weird pink juice that isn’t blood, but sure looks like it — nothing like the anaemic grey things they usually manage to grab from a drive-through between shows.

‘Earth to Shawn?’ Sid’s still holding his fry between his fingertips like a joint, waiting.

‘Alright, alright. Now eat it.’ Shawn sloshes the open drink in one hand as he gestures. A few drops — (the blood of Christ, amen) — land on the buns, fries scattered around it like manna (don’t worry, I’ll pay. Let’s go. No, it’s not too far, we’ll walk, I’m starving.) Midnight, high school, hotel. Follow the fryer and grease smell inside.

Where were they again?

He shakes his head and floats himself back down to Earth, and listens to the ice crackling in his drink as he waits for the man across the table to finish chewing. Somewhere between one and thirty minutes later, Sid conquers the solitary little fry and grins.

‘Okay, now gimme the blood,’ he says, wiggling his fingers in a lazy impression of Count Dracula.

He pauses. ‘Wait, does this make us vampires? Holy shit, is Jesus a zombie?’ Sid whispers in horror — maybe dramatic, but maybe real if his high is anything like the one smoothing out Shawn’s frontal lobes.

Grabbing Shawn’s free hand, Sid peels his sparkling, bloodshot eyes open like he’s about to spill some big secret and over the table. Sid blinks, trying and mostly failing to focus, his eyes swimming a little as he’s distracted by the neon sign over Shawn’s shoulder.

Shawn’s facing away from the wall, but he can see the logo mirrored on the window, shimmering through the glazed reflection and backlit by the city lights beyond it.

‘Sidney.’

‘Are we cannibals?’

‘You’re not even Catholic. Do you want me to do it or not?’ Shawn asks. Goddamn zombie Jesus. He sighs. An argument for when they’re more baked, perhaps.

Not that they’re being proper about the thing anyway, but this isn’t much of a church either, let alone a cathedral, so who cares. Despite the topical verses printed on the cups and the cheeky golden calf by the tip jar (’alms for the poor’). In another life he might be able to remember what the verses are about, but currently his attention is doing double duty.

Shawn holds the drink to Sid’s face and gently backhands him again when he moves to pick it up. Sid gets the idea and lets Shawn hold the cup while he takes a sip, swishing it around in his mouth. He looks at Shawn expectantly.

‘That’s it?’

‘By the power vested in me by the state of Iowa, I now pronounce you cleansed of fast food sins. Heathen. Can we eat now?’

‘Can I have your pickle?’

‘What, your thirst hasn’t been slaked yet? Spiritually speaking of course. Don’t waste the blessing, or we’ll have to do it all over again.’ He laughs and shakes his head, and peels open his sandwich, plopping the vinegary wafer onto Sid’s plate.

‘You’re gross,’ he says.

‘Hey, fuck you, it was your weed.’

Sid tucks the evil green thing into the real lettuce and folds his burger back together. Shawn methodically snaps the lid back on his drink and unwraps his straw, squinting at the verse printed on the paper, something from Ecclesiastes. One of the nicer books of the thing, if he remembers correctly. He tucks the paper his pocket to look up in the bedside Bible back at the hotel.

They eat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the quiet hum of the fluorescent lights and the sizzle of fries cooking. Now and then the doorbell jingles as someone enters the restaurant. Sid bums the occasional fry from his plate; Shawn lets him. The high settles into his muscles as the food sits warm in his belly.

There's no clock in here, but the sound of the remaining ice cubes rattling as Sid finishes his drink bring him back to Earth again.

Sid taps his arm.

‘Hey, I saw a fried chicken place with a sexy chicken lady logo on the way here. Do you think that one’s themed like a strip club?’

Sure, why not? If a burger could be redeemed, chicken probably could too.

‘Let’s check it out. There’s a mini-fridge in the room for leftovers.‘

They clear their table and stack the trays on top of the bin. Shawn slips his jacket back on again as they go outside. As they open the door, in the distance, he fancies he hears the ring of a church bell.

‘I’ll buy,’ Shawn says, ‘but you owe me a joint for this one.’

Sid laughs and gently shoves into Shawn with his shoulder, hands in his pockets as they head back into the night.

‘Any time, dude. Any time.’

FINI

Ecclesiastes 9:7 - Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do.

[boxjeannie]

What Sort of Boxes Cannot Be Recycled?

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The varieties of plastic hangers are numerous. Some are composed of metal, while others are of wood. These could make recycling challenging. Most single-stream recycling bins cannot accommodate them.

Since they are not marked with a recycling symbol, plastic hangers are sometimes difficult to distinguish. It is preferable to take them off before paying. If you want to recycle your hangers, you can give them to a nearby dry cleaning or charity. But you have to make sure they're tidy and in good condition. Several regional recycling facilities also accept these products.

[companionwolf]

Fluffbruary fill #5

@fluffbruary

Prompt: Bonus - birthday

Fandom: XCOM 2; nebulously Fearlessly Inept verse?

Rating: PG

Warnings: N/A

Central has never seen someone cry over cupcakes until today.

The Commander is staring down at the slightly off white open box, mouth parted slightly, blinking tears. Their trembling hands hold a chocolate cupcake-- it's a little small, and the frosting is lumpy, and the XCOM logo is a simple blue fondant piece, but he made them with all the love in his heart.

And by God, is there love in his heart.

"Happy birthday, Commander," he says.

They choke a sniffle and beam at him, lips wavering. "How did you get the ingredients for this?"

"Trading, calling in favors, other things that don't really matter," he answers.

The Commander shakily opens the bottle of white grape juice he brought up with the cupcakes and pours them both drinks. They drink slowly and evenly, and the smile on their face stays all the way through.

"It reminds me of home," they say, and then add in between smaller swallows, "Well, not home, but traditions."

"I understand." The taste hangs on his tongue, sings of simpler times and cornfields and farmer's markets his mother took him to when he was young. He smiles over the rim of his cup at them and takes another drink.

The Commander sets down their cup against their knee and with careful hands picks the cupcake up again They unwrap it and for a moment they just sit and stare at the dessert in their hands, new tears in their eyes.

Central finishes his drink and looks at them, smiles disappearing into worry. "Commander?"

"No, it's okay, I'm okay." They gingerly bite into the cupcake, as if it's going to dissolve into the air, as if it's a bomb primed to explode. Then there is a long sigh, their eyes are closed in bliss, and the rest of the cupcake is gone in moments after.

"Holy shit, that is a baller cupcake."

Central turns his head away to hide the fact that he blushes. "You flatter me, Commander," he says, reaching for one of his own.

"It's true," they say. "They're good. They're really fucking good. Holy shit. How did you get chocolate." It's less a question and more a exhalation of euphoria.

They grab another and this one is eaten quickly and somewhat messily; the Commander comes away with frosting on their nose. Central shifts his own half eaten cupcake to one hand and reaches over to wipe their nose with the other.

They blink at his touch, and then smile; a somewhat sticky, crumb covered finger gently presses his nose back

"Boop," they murmur.

"Boop," he repeats, returning the gesture. They laugh, smiling ever wider as they wipe the debris from around their mouth and tears from their cheeks with the back of their wrist.

The Commander pulls a third cupcake from the box and offers it wordlessly to him. Once he's swallowed the last of his first and takes the new one, they shut the box and gently place it into the ice chest by the foot of the bed, putting the grape juice with it.

He's gingerly eating the edge of the cupcake as the Commander lays their head in his lap, eyes shut.

With a free hand Central tousles their hair and then shifts to gently running his fingers through it, massaging against their scalp, and they sigh happily.

"I love you," they say, and the words are half muffled into his thigh. They shuffle, until they are on their back, looking up at him with eyes full of adoration.

"I love you," they repeat.

"I love you too," Central says, popping the last piece of his cupcake into his mouth and then leaning forward to touch their nose with his own. Then he picks them up under their shoulders and hugs them back first to his chest. They lay their cheek against his breast, ear over his heart.

"Happy birthday," he says softly.

"Only because of you," they answer, snuggling closer to him.

"Again with the flattering."

"No, again with the truth."

"I'm so glad you're back, Commander."

"I'm so glad you came and got me, Central. I love you."

"I love you too."