#PLEASE JUST LET THEM BE HAPPYYYY

[ifwdominicfike]

you try to get guitarist!matt to listen to one taylor swift song since he apparently “hates” her music

── .✦. ──

“matt im telling you, one song wouldn’t hurt you. or are you just too scared you’ll like it?” you felt the chillest breeze outside and decided to play folklore on repeat because who wouldn’t? anyway, matt was fed up with hearing about “some girl complaining about her failed relationships” but you couldn’t care less.

“sweetheart, it’s literally just the same song but about a different guy. she’s too overplayed i don’t get how you like that shit” he scoffs, making his way around the couch. “everyone says that though, you’ve only heard her pop songs that why — her other songs are masterpieces. all of her lyrics are basically me.” you sarcastically say — but not really.

as he sits down on the cushion you scoot your way over to him, laying your head on his shoulder. “pleaseee just one song? i promise you’ll like it, well hopefully i dont know.” you ask with a smile, he lets out a sigh and finally agrees. “yeah sure come on, show me this song then sweetheart.”

you now have the biggest smile on your face and get up from your comfortable position, and turn to make your way to your shared room to grab headphones “wait here” you excitedly say, as if he would vanish the second you were gone.

when you came back with the black bulky headphones he was already looking your way, smiling at your excited state. “this better be good if you’re this happy about this, if i don’t like the song and its some girly girl pop shit, m’clowning your ass for it.” he jokes when putting on the headphones and adjusting them, you were a little nervous — it was obviously something he would never in a million years listen to on his own but he always shows you his music so whats the worst that can happen ?

you figured why not something from your favorite album of hers, folklore. you were going through the tracklist trying to figure out which song until you were pulled out of your thoughts by matt groaning. “come on sweetheart, m’falling asleep over here” he fakes yawns and rubs at his eyes. “shush i have the song ready, now listen its my favorite!”

you click on the song and look up at him to watch his reaction, you obviously can’t hear the music but you already know how it goes “i’ve been having a hard time adjusting, i had the shiniest wheels now they’re rusting.”

as the song continues to play you can see matt swaying a little, you smile when you notice the amusement on his face. the bridge of the song starts up and he stops all movement, listening carefully as the lyrics spew into his ears. he looks over at you in disbelief, jaw dropped as the song now fades out and he’s slipping off the headphones.

“sweetheart thats you’re favorite song?” he says sniffling “well y-yeah? why is it bad?” you ask confused “no, not at all- s’just really fucking sad” he said chuckles before pulling you into a hug “if y’think thats sad then i need to show you more”

“her music s’not that bad i guess..” he says sarcastically “matt please- you were damn near crying i don’t wanna hear it.”

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i love folklore. i AM folklore. anywayyy new blurb!!! im so happyyyy i finally finished ONE of my drafts 😭😭

wait omg i forgot to tag you @bluestriips ik you like guitarist!matt !!

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[spookyson]

Okay soooo just wrote like my longest fic ever I'm so happyyyy

A lil peak;

Dick Grayson gets home to find his little brother missing.

Which was, unfortunately, not rare or new, but this was infinitely worse. Because Tim was a baby.

Dick, along with most of the team, rummaged through the Manor and Batcave. They had gotten back home around an hour ago, sometime after 3, and the routine debrief had been abandoned when Cass noticed the empty bed.

“Tim! Timmy!” said Dick, his voice growing hoarser by the minute. “Come out, buddy! Please we’re not trying to hurt you.”

Dick was upstairs, investigating the manor along with Damian and Stephanie, while the rest of them double-checked the cave—no sign of him.

What if he wasn’t even here? What if he was in the city? What if he was in danger-

Fuck, fuck. Dick had grown used to it, the fact that all of his family were usually in a life-threatening situation. He was the same and if Batman, the most controlling asshole Dick had ever managed to love, let all of Dick’s siblings head out at night to fight crime, then he could too. It’s just that everyone else was trained, experienced, and older than 3. Also, this was Tim. Who always managed to make the worst enemies and get into the worst situations. What do you mean Ra’s al Ghul wants your babies? Why the fuck don’t you have a spleen? Assassin friends? Why do you have assassin friends?

Bottom line; Dick was stressed and he would not be sleeping tonight unless Tim was at home and under lock and key.

God, Bruce had already called Clark. And Bruce never called Clark. It was like a pride thing or something, Dick wasn’t really sure, he never paid much attention to what Bruce said back when he was Robin.

Dick frantically checked Tim’s room for what must have been the twelfth time in the past twenty minutes. There wasn’t a lot in it, Tim had moved most of his stuff into the Nest, but Dick meticulously checked under the bed, closet, and adjoining bathroom for any sign of his brother. There was none.

“Richard!” called Damian from the threshold of the room.

Dick looked up from the closet. “News?” He fought to keep his voice level. Damian was still so young, he didn’t want to scare him.

Nodding, Damian gestured for him to follow. “Drake has been located. He should be arriving shortly, Father wants all of us in the Cave.”

When they arrived, Tim was already there.

Old photographs of the kids hung on the walls, baby photographs that no one was quite sure how Bruce had procured. Or were too scared to ask about it at this point. The photo nearest to the door of the kitchen was one of Tim’s, an image from when he would have been around eight. He had been a small child.

This Tim was even smaller, clinging to Kon with one miniature hand and arguing with the Batman.

“Why am I here?” he said, large eyes narrowed at the crowd assembled before him. Dick must have not missed much. He spotted Clark in his Superman costume, sporting the awkward look he got sometimes when any of them talked back to Bruce.

Bruce was still Batman, only his cowl was lowered to reveal a tense face. "You are compromised. It would be safer for everyone if you remained at the manor."

Baby Tim's face screwed up into an adorable pout. Dick physically held himself back from scooping up his (currently) youngest brother and wrapping him in a blanket. The third Robin possessed a youthful quality to his looks, often appearing much younger than he was, and Dick had never considered its devastating effect. He wondered how Bruce had stopped himself from adopting Tim on the spot. According to all Dick knew about Tim's pre-Robin years, he's been attending many of the same parties as Bruce.

"I know I look 3, but I'm not actually that age, B. I won't snitch, you don't have to worry," says Tim. He looks to Kon, who nods his agreement.

"Uh, yes sir. Tim's his usual self."

Which is not exactly the problem Timmy. "Nevertheless, I think the team would rest easier if you remained home today." If you hadn't known Batman for as many years as Dick had, you'd think he didn't care, but all of this was pretty much Bruce-speak for ‘I am very concerned about you, please stay in my field of vision for the foreseeable future’.

Dick couldn’t judge. There was something about Tim, his smallest brother (since Damian had recently surpassed him in height a few months ago; something they still managed to fight about) becoming even smaller. Tim was also just really freaking adorable. He had those big blue eyes, a shade lighter than Dick’s, chubby cheeks and he was also clad in the smallest Superman t-shirt Dick had ever seen. Which actually, he flicked a look at Kon, was probably meant to be a Superboy t-shirt.

Anyway, Tim was cute and Dick wanted to hug him. He was also painfully vulnerable and had so many enemies and why would they let him out of the best-protected place in Gotham when he could be safe right here? Matter resolved.

“I can’t waste time over here, B. I have other responsibilities.” Tiny Timmy sighed and rubbed his small hands up and down the bridge of his nose and Dick was grasped by a sudden urge to dress him up in a miniature suit and provide him with a small briefcase. And then take a fuck-load of pictures. Tim proceeded to yawn adorably, therefore proving that the mini photo shoot needed to happen now. “Red Robin aside, WE needs me.”

“What’re they gonna do with ya right now, baby bird? Nap time?” crowed Jason.

The glare that Tim aimed at Jason was poisonous enough for it to have been terrifying, but at the moment, Tim was 3 and just about the most precious thing anyone in that room had ever seen. Dick cannot hold himself accountable for swooping in from behind Bruce to scoop up his smallest brother into a tight hug.

Tim’s frail little bones knocked harmlessly against muscles gained from years as an acrobat and vigilante, so Dick was free to squeeze in a way Damian would have never allowed and Jason would have bit him for. “You’re so cute, Timmy! Why did you never tell me you were adorable?”

“I’ve always been adorable,” sniffed Tim, weak arms straining against Dick’s chest in an effort to pull me away. “Now lemme go… I need to sign contracts and drink coffee.”

“And chase down the bitch-ass magic boy,” added Kon, his face impassive.

“And chase down the bitch-ass magic boy,” repeated Tim.

To his credit, Bruce only raised an eyebrow and continued; “All of which can be handled from here. I will return to Wayne Enterprises and we will cite your absence as a family matter. Zatana is due to arrive shortly, we will know anything vital to your current condition. Red Robin’s patrols will be covered by the rest of the team in shifts. Any running cases will need to be handled by the other vigilantes in Gotham.”

Tim ceased his relentless wriggling and swerved his head to Bruce. “That’s really… nice of you, Bruce,” said Tim. His small forehead wrinkled in thought. “But I don’t mean to impose for long. Kon and I can handle it.”

“Tim,” began Bruce, and then stopped. Because Tim had fallen asleep.

This is just a little part. The actual fic is 18k words omfg so if u enjoyed I put in the link to the whole thing down below. Please tell me what u think!

[spicykaraage]

Operation Big New Year’s Comedy! - Story Translation

[Prologue]

Kenya: HAPPYYYY NEW YEARRRR!!

Tezuka: Happy New Year.

Tachibana: Here’s to another great year.

Kenya: …You don’t look that excited. You call those high fives?

Tachibana: I didn’t see it coming… That’s why it was just a normal one.

Tezuka: We can try doing it over again, I won’t mind.

Kenya: No thanks. And the heck was that just now? You trying to be funny?

Irie: Fufu.

Kenya: …Hm?

Irie: Ah, sorry. That was just so funny, I couldn’t help it.

Tokugawa: We were right by you all, so we heard everything.

Irie: There’s not many people here this morning, so it wasn’t hard to listen in.

Tezuka: Most everyone is probably still asleep. We don’t have practice today, after all.

Tokugawa: Last night… it was New Year’s Eve, so I’m sure most of the players had stayed up late.

Zaizen: Everyone stayed up for some reason after watching this singing show on the lobby TV.

Kenya: Wh—Zaizen. Why are you joining in now?

Zaizen: I came to the dining hall and you were being really loud—I mean lively.

Kenya: Hey I caught that, nice try.

Zaizen: Oh. By the way, Happy New Year.

Kenya: Trying to change the subject now?

Tachibana: Heh… You guys can really go back and forth.

Irie: They sure can. It’s so funny you can’t help but listen.

Tokugawa: Indeed, it could pass off as manzai, depending on how you listen to it.

Tezuka: Ah, it seems we interrupted you. Please, continue.

Zaizen: Nah, I’ll pass. Nothing even started, anyway…

Kenya: Huh, so that’s it.

Zaizen: ?

Kenya: It felt like there was something missing for New Year’s. And I found it.

Zaizen: Oh, yeah? Welp, I’m gonna go get breakfast.

Kenya: It’s something really important too! That’s right, what we’re missing for New Year’s is—

Kenya: Comedy! So listen up, we’re gonna set up “Operation Big New Year’s Comedy”!

Zaizen: Welp, I’m gonna go get breakfast.

Kenya:

YOU’RE DOING IT ON PURPOSE, AREN’T YOU!?

AREN’T YOU!?

AREN’T YOU!?

[Episode 1]

Kenya: Fortune comes in by a merry gate… So we’ll start the year off with some laughs…

Kenya: Which means we’re gonna make everyone laugh like crazy today. I call it “Operation Big New Year’s Comedy”!

Zaizen: Have no idea what you mean by “we”.

Ishida: You can really feel his eagerness to make others laugh.

Yuuji: I don’t care about the details. You win once you make ‘em laugh.

Koharu: Laughter is right up Shitenhoji’s alley. We’ve got this!

Zaizen: Uh guys, shouldn’t we care a little about the details?

Shiraishi: Just out of curiosity, what gave you this idea?

Kenya: I went to go get breakfast this morning and there was just complete silence in the dining hall, it felt gloomy…

Kenya: There wasn’t enough laughter, in my opinion.

Koharu: I get you. It’s times like those where the first thing you should do is make them laugh.

Zaizen: No, you really shouldn’t.

Yuuji: Shut up, Zaizen. If Koharu says so, then it’s true.

Shiraishi: But I’m pretty sure most people slept in this morning. It looks like Kin-chan and Chitose aren’t up yet either.

Ishida: Kintarou-han was trying his best not to sleep until he heard the clock strike midnight last night.

Yuuji: He kept nodding off in front of the TV too.

Kenya: Let’s make a pledge!

Shiraishi: Wha?

Kenya: We, the members of Shitenhoji, shall pledge to make everyone at the camp laugh like crazy for the rest of today!

Zaizen: That’s literally what you said at the beginning…

Kenya: Nice retort. Keep that up!

Zaizen: I’m not doing manzai with you.

Koharu: Well then, let’s start making plans right away. When it comes to comedy, we can’t miss the show.

Yuuji: Since it’s New Year’s, let’s put on some snazzy kimonos.

Ishida: New Year’s… Then how about a game of fukuwarai?

Kenya: That’s fun and all, but when it comes to New Year’s, it’s time to jump some rope.

Shiraishi: Huh, really?

Kenya: You were supposed to come up with a retort, Shiraishi…

Zaizen: You’re getting too excited over this, senpais…

Zaizen: …I’ll just keep my camera ready for now. Maybe I can use this for a post…

[Episode 2]

Tokugawa: Apologies for asking you to accompany me with training so early this New Year’s morning.

Oni: That’s alright. I’ve been itching for a workout anyway.

Oni: Rest is important, but not being active at all isn’t good either—

Tokugawa: …? I hear voices coming from the courts.

Oni: Guess there’s others who had the same idea as us.

Tokugawa: It sounds more like cheering at a game than it does practicing…

—

*pang!*

Kenya: Here it comes, Zaizen!

Zaizen: I know, I can see it…

*pang!*

Zaizen: Apple! [“Ringo”]

—

Audience: Ahahaha!

Oni & Tokugawa: ?

Tokugawa: It would appear they’re playing doubles in hanetsuki…

—

Oishi: You’ve got this, Tezuka!

Tezuka: Leave it to me.

*pang!*

Tezuka: Gorilla!

Oishi: Pfft…

Oishi: Whoops, not the time to be laughing.

Tezuka: No, that would be the correct response.

*pang!*

Kenya: L-Laaaaa!

Audience: Out!

Audience: Hahaha!

Zaizen: Kenya-san… What even was that.

Kenya: The shiritori, shuttlecock and laughter all came at me at once, I got overwhelmed…

[If you read the Wikipedia link about the game and now understand the rules: Zaizen said “apple,” which is “ringo” in Japanese, then Tezuka chose to say “gorilla.” Therefore, Kenya tried to come up with a word that started with “la.”]

Kenya: Plus, you said “gorilla” with a straight face when anyone else would’ve laughed over it. Why don’t you try using a better expression?

Tezuka: And what expression would that be?

Oishi: Pfft…

—

Oni: Heh… Shiritori with hanetsuki, what a strange idea.

Tokugawa: Come to think of it, the middle schoolers… They did discuss trying out a new form of comedy this morning.

Tokugawa: So I suppose this is a result of that.

Oni: A new form of comedy?

Zaizen: Not a new form, it’s called “Operation Big New Year’s Comedy”. Well, not that it matters, I guess.

Kenya: Hey guys, it looks like the high schoolers are gonna join in on Operation Big New Year’s Comedy!

Oni & Tokugawa: Huh…

[Episode 3]

Tachibana & Ibu: …

Sengoku & Akutsu: …

Sengoku: Not good. I think I’m just about out of luck.

Akutsu: Huh?

Tachibana: Alright, now it’s your guys’ turn. Let’s do this.

Ibu: …Oh. I have the shuttlecock.

Sengoku: Ngh…

Tachibana: …? You almost laughed there, was something funny?

Ibu: I feel like anything we say is gonna make him laugh at this point.

Akutsu: Sengoku you bastard, if you laugh I’m gonna break your head open.

Sengoku: Mmgh…

Tachibana: …And now he almost laughed from looking. He better be careful.

—

Kamio: …

Zaizen: No one’s laughed over “Niramekko Hanetsuki” yet. What’s the deal?

Kamio: Because whoever laughs, loses.

Zaizen: Yeah, if you’re the ones hitting the shuttlecock, I’m talking about the audience.

Kamio: The point is to stare each other down until someone laughs. And laughter is contagious, so…

—

Sengoku: …Hh!

*pang!*

Ibu: Huh…

*pang!*

Akutsu: Rah!

*pang!*

Tachibana: Hah…!

*pang!*

—

Zaizen: …Wow. It’s more like “Operation Big New Year’s Monotony” up in here.

Kamio: Pffft…!

Kamio: Ahahaha!

Kamio: Jeez, you can’t just say something like that out loud…!

—

Tachibana: …

Tachibana: Sorry, I let one slip.

Ibu: Huh. But I didn’t even hear it…

Tachibana: I just didn’t let my voice out, it doesn’t change the fact that I laughed.

Sengoku: Ahahaha, thank god! I’m so glad I can laugh as much as I want now~!!

Akutsu: Tch… Why’d I even get involved.

Tachibana: When we invited you to play hanetsuki, you immediately took us up on it.

Akutsu: You didn’t say a word about niramekko.

Ibu: But I don’t think Tachibana-san did anything wrong just now, if anything it’s all Kamio’s fault… I mean, everyone was trying their best to hold out, and there Kamio…

—

Kamio: Crap, now Shinji’s really staring me down…

Zaizen: You did say laughter is contagious. Now everyone’s having a real hoot since they’ve been holding it back.

Zaizen: …Well anyhow, I wonder where my senpais went.

[Episode 4]

Koharu: Are you ready, Yuu-kun~♡

Yuuji: Let’s do it, Koharuuu♡

Koharu & Yuuji: Our New Year’s comedy show “Tennis Comedy”, is now live!

Tezuka: Is it not called “Comedy Tennis”?

Koharu: Oh my, that was a cool remark! How thrilling~

Yuuji: Koharu you cheater, I’ll kill you!

Koharu: Today’s focus is comedy itself. Therefore it’s “Tennis Comedy”.

Tezuka: I see, so it’s comedy that uses tennis and not the other way around.

Koharu: Ufu, that’s right♡

Yuuji: Koharuu, don’t ignore me!

Kenya: Hm? Heyy, Zaizen.

Zaizen: Where’d you guys go? People were going crazy over Niramekko Hanetsuki.

Kenya: Oh yeah? Show me the video later then.

Kenya: We’re all about to go grab some more stuff we can use for comedy. Like stuffed animals.

Zaizen: What’re you gonna use stuffed animals for?

Yuuji: Heh… Just wait and see.

Zaizen: I don’t even really care to be honest.

Yuuji: You should!

Tezuka: …That was a good retort. The daily interactions of Shitenhoji are quite amusing.

Koharu: Right? This is how we function on a regular basis.

Zaizen: No, this is not how we function.

Kenya: Enough with the attitude. I think it’s about time we get to it, Zaizen.

Zaizen: I’m too busy getting stuff on video.

Kenya: At least let me finish!

Kenya: Our long-awaited “Hikaru-Kenya” combo’s gonna spring into action.

Zaizen: “Long-awaited”, well you’re gonna be waiting even longer.

Tezuka: Very amusing. If you need someone to record, I’d be able to do it.

Zaizen: What…

Tezuka: I apologize if the video goes out of focus from me laughing.

Yuuji: Haha. Would you look at that, you made a good joke there!

Tezuka: I didn’t mean that as a joke…

Kenya: Alright, let’s go, Zaizen!

Zaizen: Jeez, feels like I’ve been stripped of my role and forced into it…

[Episode 5]

Byoudouin: What is that.

Kimijima: It’s tennis… I believe? He is holding some kind of racket.

Tanegashima: No, no. You should be focusing on the one holding the racket.

—

Tokugawa: Hah!

Audience: Hahaha!

—

Tanegashima: Whoa, they’re cracking up over it.

Kimijima: That thing he’s holding, is that… a koi…?

Tanegashima: It’s New Year’s, so it would be a tai. Y’know, like “medetai”.

Kimijima: Ahh!

Byoudouin: Not “ahh”. Who gives a crap if it’s a koi or tai, what the hell is going on here.

Kimijima: If I had to venture a guess: Whatever he’s doing, it does appear to be a form of tennis.

Tanegashima: And Tokugawa’s taking on two middle schoolers by himself. They’re just playing for fun, so there’s no need to intervene.

Byoudouin: I know that it’s just for fun. And I wasn’t planning on doing anything.

Tanegashima: Well yeah, but you’re looking mighty grouchy. Oh, but that’s always the case☆

Byoudouin: …

Tanegashima: Yeesh, being ignored sure does hurt…

—

Tokugawa: Hm? That’s…

Tokugawa: Members of the First String. Quite the audience we have now.

Minami: Um, thank you for playing against us.

Higashikata: It was amazing how you returned all our shots when it was two against one.

Tokugawa: Thank you for the match as well. It must’ve been challenging for you two to play wearing those wigs.

Higashikata: Haha, they were long so they kept falling in our faces and blocked our view a couple times.

Minami: It was probably easier for us compared to you having to carry that big stuffed animal…

Tokugawa: It was difficult keeping my balance. My hand was occupied, and the stuffed animal was quite heavy…

Tanegashima: Can you not look so serious when you talk about it? This is supposed to be comedy, right?

Kimijima: I heard about it. This “Operation Big New Year’s Comedy”.

Tokugawa: Yes. Right now what we’re doing is Tennis Comedy, where you always have a comedic item while playing tennis.

Tanegashima: Starting the New Year off with seeing you make people laugh, I feel like I’ve witnessed something too sacred.

Minami: Would you guys like to try it too? We have a lot of comedy items for it.

Higashikata: Oh, maybe not though since it could cause problems for your publicity and all that…

Kimijima: Fufu, thank you for your concern. It’s simply for fun, so there won’t be any problems.

Tokugawa: Um.

Byoudouin: What.

Tokugawa: You can have this tai stuffed animal if you want.

Byoudouin: …No.

[Episode 6]

Kenya: I’m beat…

Zaizen: This Tennis Comedy match… or whatever you call it, I dunno, but thank you very much.

Tezuka: Thank you. That was a good match.

Tachibana: …He’s looking pretty upset right there, is he gonna be okay?

Zaizen: Not my problem.

Kenya: Yes it is! I already know you’re upset over it too.

Kenya: Hikaru-Kenya was a complete bust… Those daimyo wigs were so last century…

Zaizen: Wasn’t our opponent too strong too? Also putting on two sets of gag glasses was overkill.

Tezuka: I see. It appears we had selected the most optimal comedy items.

Tachibana: As soon as Tezuka put the gag glasses over his own, I was certain it would work.

Fuji & Chitose: Gag glasses?

Tezuka: …Hm? So you two have come.

Fuji: Yuuta and I were on the phone with our family and it ended up being a long conversation…

Chitose: It’s New Year’s, so I took a stroll to enjoy the New Year’s air.

Tachibana: You do that a lot, New Year’s aside…

Fuji: So is it true that you played tennis wearing gag glasses, Tezuka?

Tezuka: And a toy racket. You actually just missed it.

Kenya: He had the whole court howling over him!

Zaizen: You say it like you’re the one who did it…

Fuji & Chitose: …

Fuji: One more time. Can you do it again right here and now, Tezuka?

Chitose: Just need one photo—

Tezuka: No.

Tachibana: Sorry, but the show’s over. And we’ve returned the gag glasses.

Fuji & Chitose: Pretty please?

Tachibana: Well you two are strangely in sync today.

Tezuka: Why don’t you try and team up?

Kenya: Sync… Maybe it’s because me and Zaizen weren’t breathing in sync today…

Kenya: Everyone, please look forward to Hikaru-Kenya’s new activities…

Zaizen: H…

Kenya: Oh, did you just laugh? You thought that was funny?

Zaizen: …I was just holding back a sneeze.

[Episode 7]

Amane: “The heck was that.”

Kurobane: Yeah, it’s not working.

Amane: Whoa… A retort for a retort, nice one Bane-san.

Kaidoh: You’re supposed to shout “the heck was that” when you swipe a card…

Kirihara: This is “Comedy Karuta”, so you have to do the shouting properly.

Kirihara: Alrighty then, I’ll read the next one. A dog walks and runs into a cat!

Kaidoh: …“Heck was that.”

Kurobane: That was too quiet. Shouldn’t you put more effort into the retort?

Kaidoh: No… The rule is to say it when swiping a card, it doesn’t mean it’s a retort.

Kirihara: Oh, I get it. You’re embarrassed aren’t you, Kaidoh~

Kaidoh: Shut up. I’m not embarrassed.

Amane: Speaking of retorts, Bane-san’s great at them. Show ‘em how it’s done.

Kurobane: It’s hard when you put me on the spot.

Kirihara: Here, take over the reading please. I’ll give it a go!

Kirihara: “The heck was that!” That was good, right?

Zaizen: Absolutely not.

Kirihara: Huh? Why’re you here and what’s that look for, Zaizen?

Zaizen: I heard some chuckles around here, so I wanted to see what was going on…

Kurobane: Chuckles, huh… That was a good retort, wasn’t it?

Amane: Shitenhoji’s the best when it comes to comedy. How about you teach us.

Kaidoh: Yeah.

Kaidoh: If you’re gonna criticize, then show us how to make a perfect retort.

Zaizen: Kenya-san. It’s your turn.

Kenya: Hm? You called?

Zaizen: Merry Christmas.

Kenya: Oh, Merry Christmas.

Kenya: Wh—THE HECK WAS THAT!!

Kaidoh & Amane: Ohh…

Kenya: ???

[Episode 8]

Tachibana: It’s surprisingly difficult to play karuta while trying to say a retort.

Ibu: It required us to do different actions at once.

Ibu: Like, we had to find and swipe the card they were reading aloud, and then say a retort as we took the card.

Kamio: Plus I struggled to get “the heck was that” out right away.

Tachibana: Therefore, we’d like to be taught how to make a real retort.

Kenya: What the heck.

Kamio & Ibu: Ohh…

Kenya: That wasn’t me showing you how. Why are you asking me?

Kamio: We heard from Kirihara and the others that you showed them how…

Ibu: Those two from Rokkaku said they learned a lot from you.

Kenya: What the heck…

Tachibana: Wow.

Kenya: Again, this isn’t me showing you how.

Shiraishi: Heh… Boy, what’s with all the funny business over here?

Kenya: I’m not trying to be funny here.

Shiraishi: WHAT THE HECK!

Kenya: Wha…

Kamio & Ibu: ?

Tachibana: Was that you trying to make a retort…?

Shiraishi: Trying to start the joke, actually. But it being a retort’s fine too.

Ibu: I didn’t realize you can decide when it’s considered a retort…

Kamio: I mean, the timing of it makes it hard to tell…

Kenya: Nah, you don’t need to take it to heart. Shiraishi just has a unique sense of humor…

Shiraishi: Huh, do I?

Kenya: Do you even need to ask that.

???: Heh…

Kenya: Hm? I heard someone laugh behind me…

Tokugawa: …

Kenya: …Uhm, were you just laughing?

Tokugawa: Yes. That was very funny.

Shiraishi: Yeah.

Kenya: Not “yeah”! Why do you find this entertaining?

Tachibana & Tokugawa: …Heh.

Kamio: Haha!

Ibu: Your retorts are incredible… There really is some funny business going on here…

[Episode 9]

Tokugawa: I’m tired from laughing so much.

Oni: Heh, well that’s a good thing isn’t it?

Tokugawa: I had originally intended to do nothing more than some light exercise.

Oni: But comedy’s pretty hard too, isn’t it. I think we got a lot more exercise than we bargained for.

Kintarou: Why didn’t anyone wake me up!?

Oni: Hm? You’ve been sleeping this whole time?

Kintarou: I didn’t know till now~

Ryoma: Happy New Year.

Tokugawa: Happy New Year… It’s almost noon now, though.

Ryoma: Well, it is a holiday, isn’t it.

Kintarou: Hey hey, why’s everyone laughing? I mean, aren’t we supposed to be playing tennis?

Ryoma: I heard they were up to some funny business at the tennis courts…

Tezuka: It’s Operation Big New Year’s Comedy.

Ryoma: Huh.

Tachibana: Yo, you joining in now? Then you’ll want to grab some things from there.

Ryoma: …What’s this stuff.

Kintarou: Oh, gag glasses. This is stuff Koharu uses for comedy.

Tezuka: You can wear those. It’s your turn for the spotlight.

Kintarou: Koshimae, we’re in the spotlight!

Kintarou: We’re gonna make everyone laugh their butts off!

Tachibana: Heh… Leave it to someone from Shitenhoji to get with the program right away.

Ryoma: I don’t get what any of this is.

Tachibana: Well, you’ll understand once you actually try it. Right, senpai?

Tokugawa: Right. That tai stuffed animal elicited a good response.

Ryoma: ?

Tezuka: No, that may be too much for Echizen.

Tokugawa: Would it be? Now that you mention it, it is a bit too big for Echizen-kun.

Ryoma: …Why are you guys basically saying I’m not gonna be good enough…

Ryoma: Okay, what is this that I’m gonna join in on…

[Episode 10]

Kintarou: How do you like that!!

Audience: Hahaha!

—

Zaizen: Tooyama’s doing good. Starting the New Year with a bang…

Kenya: We can’t lose to Koharu, Yuuji or anyone else. Hikaru-Kenya will get its revenge.

Zaizen: Huh, still on about that.

Kenya: It’s far from over. Now pick your comedy items.

Kenya: I don’t think you’ve laughed enough either. The point of Operation Big New Year’s Comedy is for us to have fun too.

Zaizen: I’m having fun in my own way.

Kenya: But you haven’t laughed at all.

Zaizen: What, have you been watching me this whole time?

Zaizen: By the way Kenya-san, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now.

Kenya: Hm?

Zaizen: Your jersey pants are on backwards.

Kenya: Huhhhh!?

*clatter!*

Zaizen: Whoa, easy with the goods…

Kenya: …

Zaizen: You’ve made a mess of everything now. It’s not gonna be fun later if you damaged something.

Kenya: …My pants aren’t on backwards.

Zaizen: It was a joke. Really caught you off guard, huh?

Kenya: You…

Zaizen: Pff…

Zaizen: I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously. On the contrary, I thought you’d just pay it no mind.

Kenya: You said it with such a straight face—

Kenya: Well, whatever. I got to see you laugh, at least.

Zaizen: Huh?

—

Kintarou: Kenya, Zaizen! Come do Tennis Comedy.

Kintarou: I’ve been hitting the ball with a harisen, so you guys find a funny racket to use too!

—

Kenya: Haha, nice! We’ll be right there.

Kenya: For our racquets, we’ll use… kokeshis. Alright, let’s go!

Zaizen: Good luck out there.

Kenya: Well, Zaizen…

Kenya:

YOU’LL NEED THAT GOOD LUCK TOO!

TOO!

TOO!

[Epilogue]

Several days later—

Tezuka: Looks like the New Year’s festivities end today.

Tachibana: It was nice having zoni instead of miso soup though. Sad to see this is it for the New Year’s spirit.

Kenya: Jeez you guys, you’re still in the New Year’s spirit? You’re making it feel like summer vacation.

Zaizen: …

Kenya: Hey, were you gonna make a retort just now? Why’d you look away?

Zaizen: You studying me all the time is so annoy—you know what, just ignore that.

Kenya: …You wanna run that first part by me again?

Tokugawa: Heh…

Tokugawa: Same as always. Is it always like this for you two at Shitenhoji?

Zaizen: I’m not a part of this.

Kenya: He said “you two”.

Tezuka: …The tempo of this conversation is excellent. So this is you “getting into it”?

Tachibana: I know this isn’t supposed to be a bit, but it does sound like manzai.

Tokugawa: In fact, I believe everyone’s become more interested in it since New Year’s Day.

Tokugawa: Irie-san has been asking me to come up with retorts here and there, but I’m unable to give good responses…

Zaizen: I don’t think retorting is something you can just do when you’re asked.

Tachibana: Anyway, this is the last night we can eat New Year’s cuisine. Shall we get to it?

Kenya: Oh, yeah. Speaking of New Year’s cuisine…

Kenya: Shall we try something new out? Operation Big New Year’s Gluttony!

Zaizen: Why—

Zaizen: …Crap. I almost made a retort.

Kenya: So it is on purpose!

Tezuka: Nice retort.

Kenya: Thank you!

Tachibana & Tokugawa: Heh…

Zaizen: …

Kenya: What’re you smiling over—

Kenya: Mm? Was that a smile just now?

Zaizen: Dunno. Maybe you just imagined it?

[STORY END]

[justiisms]

*taka is beside himself with happiness, so much so that he hasn’t had the opportunity to wish phan a happy birthday because he’s crying so much! he’s currently making a mess on her shoulder, the boy hugging her as tightly as he can while he proceeds to sob all over her!*

“A-A-Aunt Ph-Phaaaannn!! Waahaaaa!!“ *he’s able to pull away just enough to look at her, still sobbing his eyes out while chu carefully bites onto the back of his shirt and tries to pull him away! it takes him a few attempts but he soon succeeds, making sure to quickly place himself between the two while giving him a Look!! it’s only then that taka actually starts to calm down a little, wanting to hug her again but without sobbing, but chu isn’t having it! he’s suspicious that the boy will start up again and keeps blocking his path!*

"Ahaha, Taka~! Aww, don't cry, don't cry!" She laughs, not minding him making her shoulder wet as she pats his head, hugging him back just as tightly! She couldn't help but find it not only super adorable, but precious that Kiyotaka is this emotional over her special day....

"There, there~!" Giving him a few more head pats, she then uses that hand to wipe some of his tears away. "You're too cute... deep breaths, okay? We can't celebrate to our fullest if you're crying, yeah? Hehe! But I know what you want to say... thank you, Taka...oh!"

She looks over to see Chu pulling on the back of Kiyotaka's shirt, laughing when he succeeds in pulling him away and getting in between them! "Ahaha, Chuchu, please!!" She leans in slightly to start giving him lots of rubs!! "It's okay, I'm sure he's finally calming down, now! See?" Giggling some more as she watches the two, she decides to give Taka some time to actually fully calm down until even Chu will be less suspicious. But either way, she'll give Chu a reassuring pat, before going up to Kiyotaka herself and giving him a big hug! Then, she gestures Chu to come close, so she can wrap an arm around him and hug him, too~!

"Group hug~! Ahh, being able to celebrate today with my precious babies, I'm so happyyyy!!! I'm the one who should be bawling tears of happiness, hahaha! I love you, sweeties! Let's have the most tweetastic day, together!!"

[hyuckmov]

AND DON'T YOU EVER FORGET TO LET ME KNOW ONCE YOU FINALLY GET TO GO... (doesn't even have to be in sk only... if you ever have a trip to wherever and feel like sharing it with me... PLEASE. im all ears(or eyes lmao)) you heard it right because those girls are really so sooooo. so. pretty. idk if i wanna be like them or HAVE them for myself instead. they're also really fashionable even if it's the simplest of clothes they can make it look so good yk what i mean? i'm starting to take it as an inspiration lmao i'm gonna have a wardrobe change NDHDHD and ykno when we were in the amusement park we were taking a rest these two cute kids passed by wearing a gown and all and they just... bowed like a real princess (like shouldn't we be doing that to them first at least NDHDHDH) THEY'RE SO FREAKING CUTE AND NICE GODDDD. (really lucky to have encountered such nice people there even if there were few rude ones but hey we wouldn't really survive there if we just let it get to us..) NGL IT IS DRAINING.... but you'd still think how much fun it is to be with your dear friends doing all the fun stuff. when you're in a different place with them it's really like you're suddenly having this new life :(((( i would so love to have that feeling again.

(several days later and i'm still bitter i wasn't there lmao) there sure are a lot who share their streams but yea it would be a much better experience if it's uninterrupted. BUUUUT you are also right it's kind of on the expensive side... although this one is encore so i really think it's going to be extra special aside from the fact that there's def going to be at least a couple new songs/perfs. SORRY I CAN'T EVEN BE MUCH OF HELP. IT'S NOT ME BUT I CAN'T EVEN DECIDE NDHDHDHDHJSUEUEH

I STOPPED subscribing (i couldn't choose one (mk, jm, jn, hc... yeah.............) so i just stopped altogether. that's adult life. even if you love what you're doing, if you're sick and tired that's it. that's why (REAL) worklife balance is super important. i wish you and your friend would have so much fun <3333 that'd be super nice.

i'm still in the middle of catching up with all the shows i missed and i'm already dreading this team lunch we're having tomorrow. 😫

OKKK i will definitely let u know if i end up going on the trip w/ my friends!! "idk if i wanna be like them or HAVE them for myself instead" WELCOME TO MY DILEMMA!! omg the fashion in kroea must be insane (but also i have a friend from there who says she really hates how everyone loves to follow fashion trends and like the LACK of individuality... did u notice that too...) i think the new life things is so true. i often think about what it means to be friends with people or even partners... and it all comes down to this openness to experiencing life together and having them by your side...wanting their point of view and craving their comfort...something sososo romantic and lovely about getting a taste of another life w them!!

omg no i get you. because every time i see a video from my friend who went to the concert i literally cannot watch it out of PAIN and regret. ITS SO HARD im sorry for being spiteful but CANCEL THE TOUR!!!! WHY IS HAECHAN JUST GETTING hotter and sexier and cuter I CANNOOOOOOT deal w this!!! i'll wait for the encore prices and see ;-; maybe i'll invite my friend who didnt go and we'll make it an EVENT!!!

omg... i lowkey ended up picking based on who would be the most active (didn't pick jaehyun bc he NEVER posts) work life balance is so important :( might pause on work for a little while and go back to trying to get my driver's license... I HOPE THE TEAM LUNCH WENT WELL!! ur so sweet everyone must LOVE talking to u as much as i do irl <3 ALSO WHAT SHOWS!! i've been getting to dr romantic 3 and im so HAPPYYYY i missed my surgeon shows

[fruitcoops]

Omggg eveee so I was rereading the fluffy dorlene fic (because those queens make my heart so happyyyy) and I was wondering if you could write a fic about their engagement?? Like how it happened??? Lots of loveeee 💖💖💖💖

The ladies <33 I want what they're having, please. SW credit to @lumosinlove, as always!

Marlene was rather pissed off, actually.

She let out a huff of frustration as the computer screen dimmed and a battery warning popped up in the lower corner—her eye burned when she scrubbed at it.

Her hand came away streaked with eyeliner. “Fuck.”

Another ambulance—the third in an hour—went wailing past. Marlene instinctively reached into her bag and bit back another curse. Her heavy, comforting, blessedly noise-canceling headphones were still on her kitchen counter, forgotten in the morning rush. Marlene closed her eyes and clonked her forehead on the edge of her desk just to feel something.

Wrapping paper brushed her fingertips as she dragged herself upright again and she sighed. One hour. She only had to make it through one more hour of the worst day of her life before she could go home to her cats, her headphones, and hopefully her beautiful girlfriend, if work didn’t drag on too long. Gentle hands and a loud voice would be waiting—Marlene stared at the picture next to her laptop and wondered how many kisses it would take to make her feel better.

Honestly, she would cherish just one at this point.

They would make dinner together, something they hadn’t had time for in over a month. Preseason games were media gold and Marlene and Dorcas were the poor miners sent to dig out every last pebble of it, leaving them with disjointed takeout to eat in their respective offices. But they would dance, and eat, and then Marlene would kiss her in the candlelight and slide the small box across the table. Dorcas would smile, torn between bashfulness and pure excitement, and the necklace would look just as pretty around her neck as she deserved. She had been working so hard and come home so tired almost every night; Marlene wanted to give her something special to mark three years of a shining light in her life. Something Dorcas could keep with her even on those grueling 14-hour days.

Her laptop chimed at her again. She groaned, digging around for the charger, and the sudden surge of brightness when she plugged it in made her exhausted retinas scream in protest. In the two minutes she had spent daydreaming, ten more emails demanding her attention had arrived. “Fuck you, fuck you, especially fuck you,” she muttered as she scrolled through. “You’re an asshole, you’re a misogynist, you’re only emailing me because Arthur stopped responding to you…”

She was able to delete 13 (13!) messages. 26 remained unanswered, watching her in silent judgement. 42 minutes remained on the clock. The endless slog of forwarding and cc’ing everyone and their mother stood on the horizon, taunting her. Marlene cracked her knuckles and buckled down.

Fuckers.

-------------------

10 minutes and 3 emails from Rita goddamn Skeeter later, Marlene slammed her laptop closed and shoved it in her bag. “I’m done,” she said aloud to the little crocheted triceratops next to her pictures. “This is going to be hell later. I don’t care. I’m going to go home to my girlfriend and make a nice anniversary dinner and not think about other people’s problems for the rest of the weekend. Not my circus, not my fucking monkeys.”

The triceratops said nothing. Marlene swallowed down a shriek of frustration and snatched her keys off the wall hook. It was her circus, and they were technically her monkeys, but they could handle a couple days of being ignored.

They were spoiled monkeys, anyway.

The office was mostly quiet as she made her way through at a brisk pace, keeping her eyes fixed ahead. At least she could feign ignorance if anyone tried to flag down her attention. She would go to the parking lot first and drop off her things, then the studio to check on Dorcas—if she was still working, Marlene would try to gently coax her into coming home early. If she wasn’t, that was one good thing amongst the cesspool of the rest of her day.

“Marlene!” Nope. “Marlene, can you check this for me?”

“I’m clocking out,” she called without so much as a glance over her shoulder. Footsteps hurried down the hall after her and she fought the urge to break into a run.

“It’s kind of important,” Sam panted, jogging slightly to catch up.

Marlene kept her jaw stubbornly set. “I think Ellen is still in, she can handle it.”

“But—”

“It’s my anniversary tonight.” She stabbed the elevator button with her index finger, then turned to Sam with a strained smile. “I’m going home. I will be back on Monday morning, and I would be happy to talk about whatever it is with you then, alright?”

Sam hesitated for half a second. “There’s this weird glitch in the system right now.”

“I’m not the IT department,” Marlene said tiredly. The elevator pinged, and she stepped inside without a backward look.

The car stopped on every single floor; twice, nobody was even waiting outside. Finn O’Hara joined her on the fourth floor, mildly flushed and out of breath for no discernable reason. “Little late for a run,” she noted, checking her phone.

“Oh, y’know, just wanted to cool down after practice,” Finn said with a tug to the hem of his shirt. The elevator came to a halt at the third floor—the doors opened to nothing, yet again, and Finn pitched forward. His hand smacked into the floor numbers and Marlene felt something in her heart wither and die as the last two buttons lit up like tiny distress beacons.

“Harzy,” she groaned, unable to stop herself.

He offered a sheepish smile. “Oops. How’s your Friday been?”

“Hellish,” she answered shortly. “Yours?”

He shrugged one shoulder. “Can’t complain. It’s date night, so I’m headed straight home after this.”

Marlene wondered whether it was worth it to just take the stairs instead. She decided against it after a moment; the risk of being sidetracked by someone else looking for a warm body to whine at was too high. At least Finn would chat without looking for a response.

“How’s D?” he asked as the door opened and closed on the second floor, showing an empty hall before the next row of offices. “It’s your anniversary, right?”

Marlene looked up in surprise. “How’d you know that?”

“I have my ways.”

“You’ve got your nose in everyone’s business,” she teased with an elbow to his ribs. He feigned agony and drew a laugh out of her that eased the knot of worry and frustration in her stomach, leaving a bubbly sort of fondness in its place. Dorcas was a good topic. Nobody could be cranky while thinking about Dorcas. “She’s good. Busy. I think we’re both excited for a little break tonight.”

“Taking the weekend, too?” He glanced at his phone and bit back a smile.

“What?” When Finn just shook his head, Marlene elbowed him again. “What?”

“Look who’s nosey, now,” he fired back with a grin, jostling her. “But no, it’s just Knutty.”

“Sappy.”

“Says the woman getting ready for an anniversary dinner.”

Marlene narrowed her eyes playfully. “Watch it, O’Hara. You’re a walking blooper reel and I’ve got evidence.”

The elevator door opened with a friendly ping and they stepped out together, heading toward opposite ends of the building. “See you Monday, McKinnon!” Finn called over his shoulder with a mock-salute.

“Drive safe!” She turned, nearly bumping headfirst into a broad chest. “Oh!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Dumo said in a rush, holding his mug out of the way as the tea inside sloshed right up to the rim. “Did I spill on you?”

Marlene frowned at her shirt. “No, I think I’m—”

“I definitely did,” he tsked, looping an arm through her own seamlessly. “I should have been watching where I was going. Do you have an extra shirt?”

“No, I—”

“Your lockers are over here, ouais?”

He guided her down the opposite hall from the exit with gentle, firm hands—Marlene cast a look back toward the door with mounting despair. “Dumo, it’s not that big of a deal—”

“It’s no trouble, really,” he assured her, steering her by the elbows. “I’m just so clumsy.”

“I’m going home anyway,” she tried. If she squinted, she could almost see the corner of her car through the front window, fading from view. Marlene sighed. “It’s my anniversary, and honestly I just want to go home, so don’t even worry about the… the…”

Dumo released her and stepped away as she stopped cold and stared ahead, dumbstruck, her mouth hanging slightly open. “Hey, baby,” Dorcas said, biting her lower lip around a smile.

“The shirt,” Marlene finished lamely as her throat constricted. “Don’t worry about the shirt.”

The studio was beautiful—all the green screens and gear had been cleared away to make room for her favorite picnic blanket with a large wicker basket on one edge and pillows along another. Fairy lights looped through the pipes and eaves, casting a warm glow over the whole room.

And in the center of it all was Dorcas, kneeling with her hand outstretched and something sparkly in her fingers.

Marlene blinked once, just to make sure it was real. Then twice, because her vision was getting blurry and there was nothing in the world that was allowed to mask the sunshine smile that had made her life better for three full years. And then she burst into tears.

“Oh, love,” Dorcas hummed as she stood and closed the space between them, wrapping Marlene in a hug as warm as Sunday morning.

“I love you,” Marlene managed, half-laughing, half-crying while she wiped her cheeks dry to little avail. “I love you so much, what the fuck? What is this?”

“Did you see the—”

“I saw it.” Her heart leapt and she clutched the back of Dorcas’ sundress, splaying one hand between her shoulder blades. She was so soft. So lovely. So wonderful. Marlene caught her lips in a kiss, tugging on the lower one when she pulled back just enough to whisper, “yes.”

Dorcas nuzzled their noses together, but Marlene felt a shiver run through her beneath her hands. “I didn’t even ask yet.”

“Yes, I will marry you,” Marlene murmured as she draped her arms over beautiful broad freckled fantastic shoulders and drew her in for another kiss. Dorcas’ lipstick tasted like mint.

“Still didn’t ask.” The hand on her lower back rubbed a slow circle, taking her tension with it.

Marlene grinned, nipping Dorcas’ lip to startle a laugh out of her. “Get on with it, Meadowes, I’m impatient.”

“I love you,” Dorcas said as she trailed kisses up Marlene’s cheek and sent butterflies rioting through her stomach. “I love you, I adore you, you’re ridiculous, and I couldn’t make it without you.”

Marlene sighed into their next kiss and combed her fingers through the underside of Dorcas’ dark hair. “Ask, and I’m yours forever.”

Dorcas rested their foreheads together; her eyes crinkled with the force of her joy. “Marlene McKinnon, studio genius and light of my heart, will you marry me?”

Marlene held her close and took a deep breath, tilting her head until their lips brushed. “Dorcas Meadowes, sunshine of my life, I think I just might.”

A giggle broke free of Dorcas’ chest and Marlene’s feet left the ground as they spun in a circle, the edges of Dorcas’ sundress fluttering around her legs until she dipped Marlene down for a kiss that stole the air from her lungs and poured elation in its place. A cheer went up behind them—she paid it no mind, too focused on kissing her fiancée until neither of them could wait any longer and cool metal slipped over Marlene’s ring finger. A small blue sapphire glinted in the amber light. She felt a little like crying again.

“I love you,” she said as they righted themselves but made no move to part. “I love you, let’s go get married.”

“Right now?” Dorcas laughed, tangling her hand in Marlene’s curls to kiss her again.

“Right now,” Marlene confirmed. “We’ll fly to—mmm—Vegas or some shit, I don’t even care, I need you to be my wife right now.”

A deep blush bloomed over Dorcas’ face and she ducked into the crook of Marlene’s neck with a stifled noise. “Your wife,” she mumbled as they swayed. “Jesus Christ, I want to hear that every day.”

“I can do that,” Marlene said happily, dragging her up to press a dozen more kisses across the bridge of her pointed nose. People were still clapping behind them—she could hear Finn hooting and hollering, the little sneak—and she raised one hand to blindly shoo them off before returning it to the base of Dorcas’ neck where her pulse hammered just as hard as Marlene’s own.

“I was so nervous,” she said, breathless, as if she could read Marlene’s mind. “I don’t know why, but I was. Loops made me do deep breathing so I didn’t pass out.”

Marlene’s whole face hurt from smiling. “How many of them did you enlist?”

“So many,” Dorcas answered through her laughter. “Anyone I could find. I think I owe Sam a fruit basket now, and I made poor Harzy run five flights of stairs so you didn’t get here early—”

“I knew he was up to something.”

“Of course you did.” Dorcas cupped her face in her hands; tears brimmed in her deep brown eyes and Marlene swiped one off her cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. Beloved, her heart said in a rhythm she knew well. “Of course you did, you’re so fucking smart and I love it and I want it always.”

Marlene turned to press a kiss to the edge of her trembling palm. She didn’t care how badly the week had gone, or that her inbox was overflowing, or about anything but the beautiful woman in front of her that was going to be her wife. Her wife. It was the best day of her life. Simply the best day. “You can have it.”

[your-bad-fanfic]

Important Notes:

Dazai x Chuuya (BSD)

It's prolly super ooc, but I don't care rn y'all<3

Also, I wrote this a few months back.

Summary:

Chuuya lands in the hospital after using Corruption. Dazai keeps him company.

He slowly began to wake up. The darkness exiting as the light flowed in. Good God was it horrible and bright. He pulled the blanket back over his head with a groan. However, a familiar voice called him back into the light. It was a familiar voice... A certain snake.

"Oh Chuuuuyaaaaa~" It was Dazai. Chuuya's barely awake mood dropped instantly. He quickly sat up and whipped the pillow at the boy covered in bandaged.

"Get out."

The ginger seethed before suddenly curling in on himself in pain. While doing this, Dazai had leaned to the side, just barely dodging the pillow. A low chuckle could be heard.

"Ya know... Laying back down could help you a lot.. But hey, what do I know?"

Chuuya was already glaring. He sat up and as soon as he looked up at Dazai, his vision was cut off. For there was a pillow now in his face. The ginger boy grumbled and placed the pillow behind him so he could lean on it.

"What do you want ya bandaged bastard?"

Chuuya was looking around the room and had realized he was in a hospital. The sun was setting.

How? How could the sun be setting? It was just darkness last he remembered. Dazai was quiet during this thought but soon broke the silence.

"Well I figured I'd visit Chibi and bring him this," Dazai extended a small container of cookies and placed it next to Chuuya. Chuuya stared at him, tilting his head.

"What the hell is this? I-"

"Well duh, it's a cookie. Before you ask, no, it's not poisoned.." the brunette sighed softly," Ane-san made them for you. Ya know, being in the hospital and all."

Chuuya rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, like I'd believe that."

He laid back down and rolled over onto his side.

"You took quite a few nasty blows last night..."

So it had been about a day since he had let it out.

"Mori wasn't very happyyyy. But I put in a good word for you because I'm such a good teammate!"

Chuuya sighed and pulled the blanket up more.

"C'mon Chuuya, you can't be mad forever. I'll get up and leave then."

The gravity manipulator halted in his thoughts. He heard Dazai stand up and begin to walk. He rolled over and put his hand out, trying to catch the coat.

"Wait.." Chuuya spoke softly, almost under his breath.

"Stay with me please.."

Dazai stared at the small ginger. Chuuya couldn't make out if it was pity or something else. He could never tell with Dazai. The maniac sighed loudly and dramatically but then climbed into bed with Chuuya.

"Hey! What are you- We won't fit-"

Chuuya was cut off but a "shhh" from Dazai. He got comfy and just laid with the other.

"Go to sleep Chuuya. We won't speak of this. Good night."

Dazai wrapped an arm around Chuuya and the ginger almost clung to the other. He burried his face in the others neck and went to sleep.

[httpswwwtbhkcom]

A Special Gift

[Headcanon]

Pairing: Mikan Tsumiki x Reader

[@httpswwwtbhkcom’s masterlist]

Summary: It was Mikan’s birthday today so you thought on giving her something special, something she’d never forget.

Warning: Swearing, 

Genre: Fluff,

Keys:

Y/n- your name, h/c- hair color,

A/n: Happy birthday Mikan!!

Pretend they’re still in the island. And everybody is still alive! 

Reader: Neutral

Made by: ??? (Please tell me who owns the art so I could credit them!)

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Mikan woke up slightly more happy than usual. Cause it’s her birthday today!

She told you about her birthday one time when you asked her about it.

She never really expected anyone to greet her happy birthday on her special occasion because everyone seemed to hate her.

Except for you of course!

You even woke up extra early than usual to buy her some gifts!

Everything that made you think of her, you bought it! Needles, first aid kits, etc. You name it!

And that made you broke-

But hey! It’s for Mikan!

You wrapped the gifts you bought for Mikan in a big box and left at least one gift for something else.

Well... You see, yesterday, you begged to everyone to make a surprise birthday party for Mikan (Mikan wasn’t there.). Some agreed but many declined.

“Why would we make a surprise birthday party to that trash? You peasants should make a surprise birthday party when it’s MY birthday!” Hiyoko exclaimed.

Everyone deadpanned.

“Yeah, Why would we make a ‘surprise birthday party’?”

“Because... Why not? I mean.. We should appreciate Mikan every now and then. And plus, it’s a birthday party!”

“IBUKI LOVES PARTIES! IBUKI AGREES!” You smiled widely at Ibuki.

“Yea!” You and Ibuki exclaimed. “Please?” You begged.

Byakuya sighed. “Fine. I guess a birthday party won’t hurt.”

And BAM! There ya go!

As you should know, Teruteru is the one making the food, you, Nagito, and some others (who volunteered), were the ones preparing on decorating in the hotel’s old building.

Mikan went to the Hotel restaurant and was met with you.

You grinned and went to her, giving her that one gift you separated from the others.

“Happy birthday Mikan!” You greeted, hugging her.

“A-ah... T-thank you... Thank you Y/n..!” Mikan cried. Holding the gift tightly to her chest.

“No problem! It’s your birthday after all.”

You started to panic when you see Mikan all teary eyed. “Mikan! Are you ok? Why are you crying?”

Mikan wiped her tears. “I- I’m sorry.. I just don’t... I just don’t remember the last time I got gifts...” She sniffed.

“Thank you so much Y/n! I’m... I’m so grateful! I owe you my life!” Mikan stammered.

Anyways, you and Mikan hung out together for the half of the day. Some hours you had to leave her side, much to her confusion and dismay, you were helping the others decorate.

You were so glad that the others actually helped or else this wouldn’t go as originally planned.

Huge time skip,

So it was dinner already, everything was settled, the food, decorations, and gifts. Everyone was also hiding somewhere in the hotel’s old building’s dining room where the party is going to be held at.

You and Mikan walked to the hotel’s dining room to see no one.

“H-huh? Why is n-no one here?” Mikan asked, slightly panicked.

“I’m sure there’s a reason.” You smiled, innocently. “Let’s go try to find them alright? I’ll lead.”

“O-oh... Alright- AH!” You dragged Mikan around the island, pretending to not know their exact location. Then a few minutes later, you and Mikan stopped at the old building.

“Do.. Do you think they’re there?”

“I dunno, one way to find out.”

You held Mikan’s hand, making her a flustered mess. Then you dragged her to the dining room, where the lights were out.

“I-it’s so dark in here... Let.. Let me- KYAH!”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone shouted, jumping out of their hiding spots and popping the confetti poppers.

Mikan got scared and screamed in the sudden noise and accidentally fell.

And of course, you immediately helped her before some pervert could look at her... y’know..

N E WAYS-

Mikan stood there shooked, seeing her friends celebrating her birthday was not what she expected.

“I... Thank you guys... I’m so happyyyy!!!” She cried, her eyes becoming glossy and tears coming out of her eyes, happy tears.

“Hey! That stupid h/c trash planned it! So stop crying! That brat had to annoy us to make this so be happy you ungrateful-” Hiyoko was interrupted by Mahiru telling her to stop.

The crying nurse looked at you and asked “R-really? You planned this? For me?!”

Apparently, you didn’t had a chance to answer, because Mikan tackled you and gave you a tight hug. “Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!”

Then all of you had fun, Mahiru took pictures too!

What a great day right?!

I’m sure Mikan won’t forget it. Ever.

Oh and she gave you a peck too to thank you for the party and gifts you gave her.

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E/n: Welllll.... This isn’t what I kinda planned, but hey, it turned out fine right? Riighttt? Oh well. I might make an oneshot/imagine about this probably.

[cosmosnout]

STOOOPPP IM ACTUALLY GONNA CRYY

I am so torn between admiring the art and having my heart broken like AAAAAAAA

===KHUX  END SPOILER===

Little late, but I hope in some part of the world is still  August 4th. xD

@khoc-week​​ day 4, Sacrifice, in a very rough sketch of a comic.

my babies have sacrificed a lot in their life. As child, Touma did everything in his power to protect his sister from their dangerous environment. If Talia is still a happy, cheerful little girl is because of that, and she knows how much she owes to him. That’s why as keyblade wielder, she vowed to become strong and protect him in return. In the end Touma tried to trick everyone to save their friends, but he should have known that Tia would have never let him go alone…

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

 at least they are together. it’s not a bad way to leave.

[romanceimp]

Pregnant s/o hcs: Mirio, Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Tamaki

SFW, just super fluffy 

Mirio:

If you don’t think this man is tearing up when you tell him... uhhh you’d be wrong

He is crying over you and so happy, will kneel and just kiss your tummy 

And when you’re in bed that night going to sleep, every few minutes he will nuzzle in closer and whisper, “hey guess what? We’re gonna have a baby” 

Anytime he says he loves you now he says it to your tummy too 

“I love you Y/n, I love that you are mine and I love that you’re going to be the mother of my child” *bends down* “And I love you too baby” 

He will have a really hard time waiting until the second trimester to tell anyone but once he is able, everyone will know, and he’s going to have a party in your honor. 

He will treat you like a queen, back rubs and foot rubs...

I feel like when you first tell him you’re pregnant he will come home a few days later with a box... when you open it, it’s a maternity dress, and its actually really pretty, with lace and silk, and nice and stretchy... 

“I know you don’t need it now, but I saw it when I was out and thought it would look perfect on you...”

He will compliment you every second of every day, will trace your stretch marks and tell you they make you beautiful because it’s all part of you becoming a mother, it’s a natural tattoo, a reminder of how you’re growing a life inside you

He will want to throw a gender reveal party 

And no, it can’t be as simple as balloons popping out of a box, he’s gotta have something extravagant to celebrate like fireworks, monster trucks, or a paid actor dressed as a baby

You’re having his baby! This is a pinnacle moment in his life and he is not about to have some basic ass party

Mirio is definitely the kind of guy who thinks you can’t have sex because it could hurt the baby, you will have to make a very embarrassing call to your doctor about that... 

He is looking forward to owning dad sandals (who are we kidding he prolly already does)

Bakugo:

This man will shit himself, make sure he is sitting down

“Bakugo... I’m pregnant”

“Hah?” 

“I’m having a baby! You’re gonna be a dad”

He’s really happy and excited, he has no doubt you’ll be an amazing mom but he’s kinda worried about him being a dad... 

Am I fit to raise a kid? Will I be a good dad?

He will probably start working more and almost go on over drive... He will start coming home later, picking up earlier shifts... And when you ask him, “Katsuki, are you not happy about the baby?”  He will kinda break down and tell you “No of course I’m fucking happy about the baby, I just want the world to be safe for our kid... and I only have 8 months till then and-” He drops to his knees in front of you and he’s tearing up. You’ll get onto your knees too and just hug him, “Katsuki, you can’t fix the world before we have our baby,” you’ll look at him lovingly as he realizes how absurd he was being. “But we can prepare to be the best parents we can be...” “Prepare? We’re already gonna be the best parents.”

Okay, Bakugo hypes up the baby too, like...

“Katsuki, come here! The baby is kicking!” *he puts his hand on your tummy* “Baby’s so strong, just like us,” *grabs you and kisses you* “I knew we made a fucking perfect kid”

He will try kill anyone who oversteps the boundary with the bump (like touching the bump without asking)

“OI EXTRA, you wanna take your fucking hands off my woman and my kid or do  I have to do that for you...” 

Bakugo would be very unnecessarily competitive in birthing class

Will wake you up in the middle of the night at least once, he’s just laying on his back staring wide eyed at the ceiling... “What if I explode the baby?”

You’ll roll over and look at him annoyed, “you won't explode the baby,” 

He will settle again once you give him cuddles 

You cannot tell me that he would not be your biggest cheerleader when you’re actually giving birth, “PUSH, FUCKING PUSH DUMB ASS!” 

Todoroki: 

This man freaks out for a sec... cuz daddy issues. But he has a strong resolve so he will come out of it quickly and decide how to 

“Shoto, you aren’t anything like Endeavor, you’re going to be an amazing dad”

He will be extremely happy, but his excitement will be softer

Everyday after you tell him he says you’re glowing

He will want to cook you special things because it’s healthy for the baby, or so his mother told him

Speaking of his mother, she taught him how to knit when he went to visit her in the hospital so you’ll find him knitting little hats and bootie and jackets for the baby

He will nest just as much, if not more than you do

You’ll find him awake at 3AM trying to put together some bullshit ikea thing for the baby with the tiny allen wrench they give you for free. “Shoto, come back to bed... we can do that in the morning” “But the baby needs somewhere to sleep,” “Yes, and I’m not due for another two months”

Shoto is already so soft but I think he would be softer

Like when you fall asleep on the couch, he gets home and just cuddles up to you and asks your bump how it’s day was. He will talk to the bump until you wake up and then he just pepper your face with kisses.  

He is the only one of all these men who doesn’t shit himself and die when watching the birthing tape. I think he would be calm and say something like “a woman’s body is made to carry and deliver a child, there’s nothing to be frightened of.”

Midoriya: 

When you tell him, he’s gonna cry

He will want to call his mom right away  

Midoriya is the kinda guy to have a box of his things from when he was a kid stored away to give to his child (it’s all All Might merch but, ya know)

He definitely panics and worries if he is going to be a good father but he takes all that anxiety and just turns it into energy to care for you with

He is already signing you up for birthing classes 

This man would take you to all your doctors visits, acupuncture appointments, prenatal massages, and even a strange healing session done in the back room of a health good shop (don’t worry, he checked google reviews, 346 people, and 5 stars) (You weren't sure about it at first, but you felt very at peace afterwards, def worth the 5 star review)

He just really wants you to be happy and healthy

It would be understatement to say he treats you like a queen... he treats you like a goddess, and he tells you everyday how grateful he is that you’re his love and giving him a baby. Especially when you feel insecure about how your body is changing

He will want to make the nursery Hero themed... with an All Might wall decal... you’ll eventually opt for something a little less... exuberant like jungle animals or something. But the compromise is the All Might mobil that spins and says “I am here” while playing twinkle twinkle little star.

He will read to the bump, and sing to it because he wants the baby to know his voice

Will make a ‘goodnight’ song with you for the baby to sing to it every night 

Tenya: 

Tenya is so excited and immediately starts thinking of things he needs to do for you and baby

The day after he will come home with a bag from the store full of prenatal vitamins and herbal teas that are safe to drink 

“My love! I have brought you Evening Primrose supplements, it’s supposed to help with your delivery.” 

I think he has name ideas picked out already and is very excited to show them to you. They are all related to the Iida family.

He would ask his brother for advice and would be so excited to tell him when it’s time. 

Don’t even worry about pregnancy brain. Iida’s got you, he will help you remember everything you need to know and he will be patient with your cloudy thoughts. 

Iida is so matter of fact tho, I can see it coming off as insensitive, especially when you’re dealing with mood swings.

“Darling, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you it’s just that those chips make your stomach hurt and I was only trying to-” “YOU JUST DONT WANT ME TO BE HAPPYYYY!!!!!!” “My darling, I want all the happiness in the world for you, you are the mother of my child, I- please don’t cry” 

He really loves you a lot and he will learn to be a little gentler with you during this phase of the pregnancy

Braxton hicks contractions (the little fake contractions you get during the third trimester, closer to the due date) will send him into panic mode. 

But he is also so organized that he is R E A D Y 

You clutch your stomach and inhale sharply and sit down, he’s already running to get the hospital bag and getting the keys for the car. 

(The hospital bag includes, diapers, baby clothes, blankets, stress balls for you to squeeze during contractions and a birth mix which includes mostly Baroque composers but theres a few taylor swift and harry styles songs because he thinks it would be cool if the baby was born to Adore You, because Iida adores you and that baby so much)

Tamaki:

He is terrified

But ultimately knowing that he has a child on the way actually does wonders for his confidence because he wants his child to have a good example and he doesn’t want the child to inherit his crippling shyness

He really is there for you and much like Shoto, shows it in a soft way

Tamaki is so food oriented already that he is especially considerate of your cravings and would probably try them, no matter how weird they are

Pregnancy makes you super hungry but thats okay because Tamaki is a brilliant cook

Tamaki is also very sensitive to the knowledge that it will change after the baby is born and that he has you all to himself for just a little while longer

He is going to take you on special weekend trips, like a sleepy beach town to just relax and eat good food

He will also take you on extra dates because he just wants to soak up your time together as a couple

He is very aware of how much work you’re doing constantly to carry his child and he will want to spoil you 

“Y-you’re just so beautiful, a-and you chose me, and now you’re carrying my child...I just... I love you so much and thank you for letting me be yours b-because you make me so happy.” 

He will freak out when he sees the birthing tape

“I-I am so sorry, I can’t believe I’ve put you through this... you’re- you-  This is all my fault...” *panic panic panic*

But when you’re actually in labour he is very supportive, he will just apologize while you’re screaming in agony and wish there was something else he could do other than bring you ice chips...

[ijustwant2write]

Not A Secret-Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader

(GIF credit to @paquim)

Tags: @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by anonymous: 'I literally check the bonnie gold tag everyday and was so HAPPYYYY when I saw your fic, I absolutely love the idea of finns twin sister being with bonnie or even just the youngest shelby sis being with him so wondering if I could get a fic with that premise please :)'

Summary: Although (Y/N) is terrified about what her brothers may do when they find out she is in a relationship, she doesn't want to be the dirty little secret Bonnie has to keep.

Characters: Bonnie Gold x Shelby!Reader, Finn Shelby x Shelby!Reader (siblings), Polly Gray x Shelby!Reader (family), Isaiah Jesus x Shelby!Reader (platonic), Tommy Shelby x Shelby!Reader (siblings)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, arguing, angst, slight violence, lotta fluff

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"Who are you dressed up for?" Finn asked as I walked into the kitchen.

"Myself." I snapped.

"I'm not an idiot-"

"Says the one who didn't finish school."

He scoffed."Come up with a better insult if you're so clever."

I retaliated by grabbing a slice of toast off his plate.

"I'll tell Tommy."

"Tell him what?" I slumped into the chair opposite him."That I knicked your toast?"

"No! That you're sneaking around."

"Do you have any evidence?"

He hesitated."No."

"Exactly, because nothing is going on."

"We're twins, I can sense it."

"Oh, fuck off Finn."

"I'm gonna find out-"

"Why would it be so bad if I was seeing someone? What if we're just fucking?"

"That's even worse!" he raised his voice.

"You do it all the time!" I shouted back.

"What the fuck is all this racket?" Polly yelled over us both, hands on her hips as she stood in the doorway.

"Sorry Pol, someone's just being a complete arse hole." I sneered, brushing past her and grabbing my coat from the hallway.

"What is she on about?" I heard her say, but I escaped out the front door before I could be questioned further.

Finn was on the right track, and I was scared that I hadn't been careful enough. Finn and I used to tell each other everything, but like the rest of our family, we started keeping our own secrets; but Finn would rat me out almost every time just to get on Tommy's good side. It pissed me off to no end.

The truth was, I was seeing someone. He had just become a Blinder himself, it must have been around two months, which was how long I had known him for. Bonnie Gold, the boy with a dream for boxing, had boldly asked me out, and I confidently accepted. He was handsome and charming, it had nothing to do with pissing off my brothers (which is what they would say if they knew about us). Of course I didn't want to tell everyone about us straight away, we had to see if it worked. But when I realised how much I would think about this man day in and day out, it became all too real, and I knew my feelings were strong.

However, because I was a fucking Shelby, that meant everything had to be a secret. And I hated it! It felt wrong, like I was in trouble with something. It was as if I was doing a job for my brothers, something illegal and dangerous. But it wasn't. It was the exact opposite. It was care free, loving and I felt immensely happy. However, Bonnie didn't think the same as I, believing that we should remain hidden until my brothers were in a good place, wait for a time where they weren't being threatened by anyone or had trouble within the business...like that was ever going to happen.

I waited beside the country road we always met on. Hardly anyone drove down here because they were scared of the gypsies that lived nearby, including my gypsy boy. Perching on a fallen tree, I sighed, fiddling with the skirt of my dress, thinking of all the ways this conversation could go wrong. Should I even bring it up? Should I even state my feelings about all of this? What if he didn't agree and we fell out? Or worse...

I was startled when I felt a pair of lips kiss my cheek, and I jumped away, only to have Bonnie grab me.

"For fucks sake Bonnie," I laughed as he kept kissing me all over my face,"you can't sneak up on me like that."

"You just looked so pretty sitting there." he grinned, helping me to my feet.

Our hands were intertwined as we gazed into each others eyes. Fuck, this was going to be hard.

"So, what brings you all the way down here?" he asked, guiding me towards the forest.

"Well, besides wanting to see you, I need to talk to you about something."

His smiled faltered."That doesn't sound good."

"It's about us being a secret-"

"We've gone over this (Y/N)."

"Yes, I know. But I hate it Bonnie! It's like you're ashamed to tell anyone about us-"

"I'm not ashamed." he stopped walking, turning me to face him."Im worried what your brothers will do."

"I won't let them hurt you."

He scoffed."They could beat me till I was black and blue and I wouldn't care. But they're powerful enough to keep you away from me. And if I retaliated, they could keep us apart for...well forever."

"Then I'll stay with you. We can leave a letter behind, a note to say that we're in love and we've run away and-"

"You'll really leave your family?"

"I..." I sighed, looking down at my feet."No, not like that. But Finn is becoming suspicious, and I know that if he finds out he'll tell Tommy. I'd rather it be us."

“(Y/N), I don’t want to sneak around either, but I’m only just making a name for myself in boxing. And your brother has helped me with that.”

I rolled my eyes, snatching my hands away as I crossed them over my chest.“I know boxing is your dream, but you’ve also said that I was part of those dreams.”

“You are! But if I don’t make enough money for us, how are we supposed to buy a house together? How are we supposed to get married?”

“How are we supposed to do any of those things if we don’t tell my family?”

His fists were clenching, but I knew this was his way of controlling his anger so he wouldn’t shout at me.

“I’m sorry that I even bothered to bring this up. Let’s just forget about it.”

“No, you’re right.”

“Are you sure?”

“It’s just that...what if they don’t accept it?”

“Obviously it matters what they think, I do love my family. But you’ve been there for me more than they have, you haven’t changed, even when you became a Blinder. Even Finn changed, he’s horrible now, I don’t feel like he’s my twin anymore.”

“I don’t want to split up your family.”

“Are we even that much of a family anymore? It's so difficult because I love them, and whenever we argue it feels horrible, but at the same time I can easily hate them. They've done bad things, they always say it's for the good of the family and the business in the end, but still, they go about it the wrong way."

Bonnie held my hands again, bringing one of them to his lips, gently kissing my knuckles."I don't want you to be torn from your family. It isn't fair."

"We can do this Bon," I squeezed his hands,"we'll tell them together. I know that if Finn opens his big mouth, he'll ruin everything."

"I've got a meeting tomorrow with them, about my next match. Come with me and we'll tell them then."

"We'll do it after you've fixed the match, I won't destroy your dream."

Although I left feeling more anxious than I ever felt, there was some feeling in me that was optimistic. Perhaps my brothers would see that Bonnie had a steady future. He was boxing and working for them, so he was under their control, and they knew all about his family; Bonnie was able to keep me safe, and the love between us was obvious.

Once back in town, I headed to aunt Pol's, but was stopped by Finn, with Isaiah stood behind him. He had that fucking cocky smirk of his, hands in pockets as he started speaking.

"Where have you been off to today then?" he asked.

"Hello Isaiah, it's been a while."

"You alright (Y/N)?" Isaiah smiled.

"You gonna answer my question?" Finn interrupted.

"I had to get out of the house and away from you. I've been wandering aimlessly seeing as I'm always being watched, apparently."

"What happened to you (Y/N)?"

"Oh, don't start." I moaned."Stop acting all high and minty just because your balls have finally dropped."

I started to walk away, but he harshly grabbed my arm, yanking me back to him."What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Get off me you prick!"

"Guys," Isaiah ripped us apart,"not now not here."

As soon as I was free from his grip, I marched away, ducking my head to avoid the nosy stares from people in the street. As I got to Polly's house, I let out a small, frustrated scream, pulling off my shoes and throwing them on the floor.

"Oi! What have my floors ever done to you?" Polly tutted.

I didn't answer, storming upstairs to my room and slamming the door. Finn made me so angry, and what made me more upset was the fact that I no longer felt close to him. He was the stereotypical, protective older brother (by five minutes), teaching me how to defend myself and keeping me away from the family business. But as we grew older, becoming young adults, being more aware of the world around us, we changed. Finn changed completely, no longer the sweet, young boy I knew, but now a ruthless, slimy, conniving businessman.

"(Y/N) what's..." Polly's voice trailed off as the sound of the door opening again interrupted her."Finn, what's going on with your sister? What have you done?"

"She's hiding something Pol! I don't know what it is, but she's keeping a secret from us all, she's being cruel."

My eyes shot wide open at his words, and I almost sprinted back downstairs. Polly stood on the first step, holding me back as I ran down the stairs, ready to attack Finn.

"You're a fucking horrible brother, Finn!" I screamed with tears streaming down my face."Why can't you just leave me alone? Leave me out of the business!"

"Right!" Polly raised her voice over mine."Get in the kitchen, both of you. We're going to sit down, and talk about what's happening here."

Finn left first, Isaiah hesitantly following. Poly didn't let go of me until he was gone, slowly releasing me. I wanted to keep screaming, shout at the top of my lungs so much that it hurt. However, I silently made my way into the other room, feeling Polly's eyes on the back of my head. I sat opposite from Finn, just as we had that morning, keeping my eyes down as Polly and Isaiah adjudicated the match that was about to begin. Perhaps Bonnie should have shown me more boxing moves...

"So, Finn, what started all of this?" Polly asked.

"Why does he get to go first?" I scoffed, furiously wiping away my tears.

Polly just had to look at me to shut me up.

"All (Y/N) ever does is sneak off everyday and she never tells me where she's going. And whenever I ask her about it she snaps at me and gets all defensive. All I'm trying to do is help her."

"Help me?!"

"(Y/N) I suggest you calm down before you speak." Polly said.

I took a moment to breathe, but couldn't help blurt everything out."How on earth are you helping me? You pry into everything I do, wanting to find anything wrong with me just so you can report back to Tommy. And then whilst he's having a go at me, you're down at the Garrison, being praised like you've actually done something useful. But you haven't. You've never been able to do anything to live up to John, so you've gone against your sister just for a pat on the back."

Finn's nostrils were flaring, his breathing deep as I saw his anger building up. I didn't feel great about what I had said, but it also felt good to hurt him. He always spoke down to me, why couldn't I do it to him?

"I understand that you're trying to move up in the business, actually be taken serious by someone like Tommy. But how are they meant to treat you like an adult, when all you do is tell tales about your little sister as if we were five again?"

He shot up from this chair, and I quickly copied, watching as he rounded the table to stand in front of me; we would have been nose to nose if not for the height difference. Polly and Isaiah almost jumped to separate us, but I held out my hand. This had been a long time coming.

"You don't understand what I'm doing for you." Finn said through gritted teeth.

"No, I don't. So enlighten me, explain yourself."

"You're going to end up hurt if you keep going off with that gypsy boy."

"Gyspy boy?" Polly gasped."What fucking gypsy boy?"

"He's lying Polly."

"I'm not though, am I (Y/N)? You say I'm the one who can't do anything right in this family, but let me ask you this-what have you ever done? You don't get the respect you crave from anyone else, so you start seeing someone beneath you in order to feel something."

"He is not lower than anyone, how dare you!"

"Who isn't? (Y/N) have you been gallivanting off with some gypsy boy behind our backs?" Polly said, but I didn't break eye contact.

"Come on (Y/N), just admit it. Let then all know about your little secret."

He was smirking. The damn bastard was smirking, he was enjoying every second of this. Yelling out, I lunged at him, slapping him across the face before shoving him away from me, repeatedly hitting his chest over and over. Isaiah rushed over, pulling me away from him, but kicked him in the shin, going for Finn again when Polly stood between us, slapping me across the face. I stumbled back in shock, clutching onto my cheek.

"I have never seen you two argue like this, and it is useless! But more importantly, what do you think you're doing young lady?" Polly snapped.

"It's always my fault, just because I'm the youngest-"

"Just tell me who it is!"

"It's Bonnie!"

It was finally silent in the room. Everyone was taking in what had been said. I took in a shaky breath before speaking again.

"I promise, I was going to tell you all tomorrow, after Bonnie's meeting with Tommy. I was the one who wanted to stop keeping it a secret."

"So how come he doesn't want to say anything?" Finn said.

"He was hesitant because of his boxing. You all know it's his dream. Which is why I wanted it to be in a calm environment, tell you all one at a time. Please, none of you can say anything, not until tomorrow."

"How long has this been going on for?" Polly asked, not looking so angry.

"Two months, maybe three."

"And you're serious?"

"Yes! Look, we're not rushing into marriage or anything. I mean, we've talked about it, but he's focusing on his career first. I told him to do that."

"Pol, come on, it's Bonnie we're talking about." Finn groaned.

"What's your point?" she argued back."Finn, I know you want to look out for your sister, but she's not stupid. She wouldn't put herself in a relationship of the boy was going to fuck her over."

"It could be worse Finn." Isaiah piped up."At least we know the guy, Bonnie is a good lad."

"Finn," I grabbed his attention back,"you have to promise me you won't tell Tommy. I have to do this myself."

Finn nodded, then huffed, looking at us all before leaving. Isaiah was quick to follow, throwing a small smile my way.

Polly placed her hands on my shoulder, guiding me into a chair."Right, sit down you. You're going to tell me everything, from the beginning."

It had been a huge relief to finally tell someone. And it wasn't as if I was being Punoshed and forced to tell the truth. I could gush about how amazing he was, the lovely things he said to me, the thought out dates he had taken me on when he didn't have the money, and what he would buy me after he saved up especially. Polly was smiling throughout, which gave me a sense that she was there for me. Now all I had to do was tell Tommy.

Finn kept his promise, or at least I thought he had because my door hadn't been kicked down with my older brother yelling at me. It had been a restless night, tossing and turning, wondering whether I should risk telling everyone else right now. Bonnie hadn't done that many matches, enough for people to recognise him though. What if Tommy ruined everything for him? What if they cut all ties with their family and their protection, making us more vulnerable? However, Polly, Finn and Isaiah already knew, and it would only be a matter of time before they told everyone else.

No one was in the house when I woke. The silence was annoying. Usually I longed for the peacefulness, but today I was alone with my annoyingly loud thoughts. I had checked my appearance multiple times before leaving, as if that would make any difference. Paranoia set in as I walked through the streets. Somehow I thought that they all knew my secret, and were all staring at me. What a drama queen.

As I got closer to Charlie's yard, I went over my rehearsed speech, ready to defend my love. Tommy was stood with Bonnie and his dad, Aberama, of course he was smoking as they discussed their business. I wasn't expecting Aberama, the embarrassment was already setting in. They all noticed me as I approached, falling silent as they watched me; Bonnie instinctively smiled.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" Tommy asked, slight concern in his voice.

"Nothing is wrong." I replied, standing beside him.

"Then why are you here? We're discussing business."

"Oh, I can wait till you're finished."

"No, no, say your peace now. We're basically finished."

"Right...um..." my words disappeared, the prepared speech suddenly gone.

"(Y/N) and I have secretly been seeing each other." Bonnie casually stated.

Aberama and Tommy glanced between us, watching as Bonnie boldly took my hand, tugging me towards him.

"You what?" Tommy stamped out his cigarette.

"It's true. It's been going on for two months." I mumbled.

Tommy pointed at Aberama."Did you know about this?"

Aberama was smirking."No, and I'm impressed that they hid it so well."

"He's fucking impressed."

"Tommy, we weren't doing this to aggravate anyone. We didn't mean to sneak around, but we wanted to make sure this relationship was working before we told you." I explained.

"(Y/N) was the one who told me we should tell you all. I'm sorry Mr Shelby, I didn't mean to go behind your back." Bonnie sincerely said.

"We were also hesitant because of his boxing. He is so loyal to you after all you've done. Please don't stop all of this because of me-"

Tommy held his hand up, shutting me up. Bonnie squeezed my hand for reassurance.

"Mr Shelby, may I butt in for a moment?" Aberama asked."You say this has been going on for two months?"

I nodded."Uh, yes, three months at the most."

"And in that time, Bonnie has attended all his matches, and followed your instructions, and has also completed all of his Blinder duties he was assigned. Not once has he faltered. And he did all of this whilst secretly meeting with your sister."

Aberama was on our side. Perhaps this would help ease Tommy into the idea.

"Fine, they are but a few good points." Tommy coughed."You two sure you're serious?"

We both nodded, cuddling closer together.

He let out a long sigh."If Bonnie can continue staying on track with boxing and business, then I'll allow it. But this can't effect any of our work."

"It won't Mr Shelby, I promise." Bonnie smiled.

"Thank you Tommy." I said, catching the second his eyes softened before he and Aberama turned to leave.

Aberama looked over his shoulder, winking at us before turning to speak with Tommy again. I faced Bonnie, squealing with delight before throwing my arms around him. He grabbed my cheeks, cheekily kissing me with his hands travelling down to my waist. He almost went lower until I stopped it, and I heard him whine as I pulled away.

"Bonnie, do you know what this means?" I breathed out.

"My place or yours?" he grinned.

"What? No! I'm not on about that." I laughed."We get to walk around holding hands, we get to kiss in public, we get to not so subtly sneak away from parties, and everyone knows we're having sex."

"(Y/N), I'm serious now, otherwise I might just have to take you here."

"I'd prefer if you didn't mate." Finn startled us appearing from seemingly nowhere.

Bonnie and I pulled apart, our hands still intertwined, our cheeks flushing red.

"Finn, I-"

"Don't worry Bonnie. I'll get used to it. I think."

"So you didn't end up telling him." I said.

"No. You were really upset the other day and I haven't seen you like that before, not that angry anyway. I'm actually here to apologise."

"Oh."

"I am truly sorry (Y/N). I've been a shit brother for the past year, and I was too proud to recognise that."

"I forgive you. I'm sorry for yesterday as well, you didn't deserve all of those horrible words or the slap."

"I did deserve it. But, how about a truce?" he held his hand out.

I smiled, grabbing it and pulling him towards me. We hugged each other tightly, and the memories came flooding back. This was my brother, such a familiar feeling, a loving feeling.

"Right, go on, fuck off with your boyfriend." he joked.

"I love you Finn. Don't worry, we'll see if Bonnie has any friends for you."

"Fuck off. But I love you too." he chuckled.

Bonnie wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked away. Neither of us could stop smiling. And now that Finn and I were building our relationship back to the way it was, everything felt like it was moving in the right direction.

"I repeat my question from earlier, mine or yours?" Bonnie needily said.

"Is that all you can think about right now?" I dramatically gasped."Yours, we haven't been there in ages."

"Well you better start walking faster, love."

"Come on, I'll race ya'."

"What's the prize?"

"Winner gets the other person to do whatever they want to them."

"I'll give you a head start. I'm going to win either way."

"Alright, but just know I have about ten things in my mind."

[springatito-moved]

for as much as I love the stories of wtsd I would very very gladly read an entire multi chapter fic of them just living life and being in love and friends.

although the quality can be wonky, people seriously underestimate the value of one shot collections that show little everyday pieces of life

SAME like yass new exciting conflict but please lord please let them be HAPPYYYY

[dotsayers]

20 Questions: Writer’s Edition

tagged by the beloved @myrmidryad 

this is a LONG one so here’s a cut to avoid do you love the colour of the sky syndrome

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

101 after a recent purge... no one may know about my Past

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

329004! used to be about 350k but again... purge

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

on ao3 i’ve written for (chronologically) doctor who, skyfall, discworld, les mis, star trek, lord peter wimsey, marvel (various), in the flesh, red vs blue, roosterteeth rpf, check please, hockey rpf, star wars, daredevil, rivers of london, dishonored, emmerdale, dirk gently, holby city, hot fuzz, kj charles, guardian, the covert captain, taskmaster rpf, good omens, ghosts, roswell new mexico, leverage, schitt’s creek, the magicians, 9-1-1, it chapter two, the magnus archives, the old guard, the mandalorian, the ritual, the locked tomb

way back on the pit of voles i wrote for twilight, harry potter, hetalia and xmen first class. and on the newsround chatrooms i wrote exclusively harry potter fic about my oc neville and luna’s daughter

as you can tell i am not prone to staying in one fandom writing wise, i tend to end up with one complete fic and seven abandoned wips concealed deep in my google drive

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

finally see what it means to be living (captain marvel, carol/maria, i really hit the zeitgeist with this one i think i was something like the fifth fic in the ship tag)

do whatever you think (the magnus archives, this series is actually #2-7, then #8 #9 and #11 for me so i’m going to cheat a bit)

standing in a world of my own (daredevil, matt/foggy/karen, another zeitgeist hit! really miss writing for daredevil actually... it’s a perennial fave)

a winding road that stretches towards the truth (iron man, tony/rhodey, i STILL don’t know when this got so many kudos. i swear i looked away when it was at 100 and suddenly it ended up here)

where the long shadows grow (star trek aos, kirk prime/spock prime, thank god some people are checking the prime kirkspock tag is all i’m saying!)

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

i don’t really Do angsty endings... possibly a blanket of stars just because i ended it on something of a cliffhanger and then completely zoned out of rnm for long enough that i forgot where i was going with it. there was definitely the intention of fixing things but then i just... did not do that. and now the show is on s3 and i’m over a season behind! life comes at you fast

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

where the long shadows grow, because it reunited kirk prime and spock prime and they DESERVE TO BE HAPPYYYY. i’m a complete sucker for presumed dead/back from the dead stories, actually, so on a similar theme i have two (TWO) daredevil fics which follow the trope, one about ray coming back post-s2 (might never be normal again) and one about foggy and matt reuniting post-endgame (in the corner, taking up space). this is the only time i will ever acknowledge endgame ever again

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

i do write crossovers! in fact i am often roundly mocked by my friends for the increasingly esoteric nature of my crossovers. way back in secondary i wrote a twilight/labyrinth crossover where angela was sarah and jareth’s daughter  because i had a massive crush on a girl who liked both twilight and labyrinth. however, since that has been comprehensively scrubbed from the internet, i think my craziest crossover is probably part three of ‘traced upon the skies’, already an esoteric crossover of rivers of london and hot fuzz, when i added in a crossover with the horror movie ‘the ritual’ just because i wanted rafe spall’s character to be happy 

8. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

EXTREMELY rarely and only with extreme embarrassment. i will not be any more specific than that

9. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

i used to really struggle with doing this, to the point that i had over 300 comments just. lingering in my inbox unanswered. so i decided to give those up and just commit to answering them from then on, which has been working fairly well for about a year and a half now. i love getting comments but i get overwhelmed really easily and struggle with replying in a way which feels meaningful without getting in my head about it! 

10. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

yes lmao it was for a harry potter fic on ff.net where harry got sorted into hufflepuff instead of gryffindor. it wasn’t a very good fic but i think the fact it was clearly written by an 11 year old should have scared off at least some of the less flattering comments.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don’t... think so? i don’t know how i’d find out to be honest, my vanity googling is rarely very effective

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! as bronze may be much beautified (skyfall, mallory/bond) got translated into chinese, i was extremely pleased. i think it’s mandarin but the ao3 page for the translation doesn’t say and my mandarin is.................. extremely poor

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

also yes! me and jess little-smartass have written a lot together, although only our star trek/les mis series has been published, more’s the pity. we spent a lot of les mis fandom time workshopping aus and we were always extremely correct about all of it, imo

14. What’s your all time favourite ship to write for?

oh god. i think probably kirk/spock, although there’s some recency bias to that since i reread space manhattans recently and was reminded of my love for them. i really like writing jon/martin but i’ve mostly done that from outsider pov which is a bit different to writing shipfic, i think. joe/nicky from tog was also something i really liked writing but i struggle with plotting longer fic with them

15. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

i recently went through my abandoned fic folder so i actually have a few options for this. the obvious choice would be ‘any of the hockey ones’ but i did delete most of those just for my sanity. more recently i started writing a vaguely smutty pre-the thing mac/fuchs fic for alex @milkdrinker5000 which i really WANT to finish but am struggling with. most obscure answer (even beyond the thing) and most likely to remain unfinished is the insanely in depth post-tog booker/copley fic i had planned out back in about october. i wrote a good 6-7k of that one and then i realised it was going to be, like, difficult, and decided if i was going to put that much work into something it may as well be the novel im meant to be writing

16. What are your writing strengths?

once a friend told me i had an excellent facility for dialogue and ive thought about it every time i write ever since. i love writing dialogue and i think i’m good at knowing what sounds ic and what is right out. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

one of the things i struggled with for a really long time, and honestly still have trouble with, is depicting action in words. once i wrote a hockey fic which featured multiple hockey games and i spent probably four times as much effort editing those to make sense and be interesting that i’ve ever done on a talkier scene.

18. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i’ve done it but only when i knew more or less what i was talking about - i did italian at school so i felt confident using it for nicky in something particular and real. i try not to italicise when i drop in words from other languages, which is what i usually do when i’m using a language i haven’t studied in depth (for example, joe’s use of arabic in some of my fic), and to only use words which i’ve heard used by native speakers in that context. i think if you don’t feel confident using another language, generally speaking, you shouldn’t do it. and for god’s sake don’t use google translate for a full sentence

19. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

harry potter on the newsround chatboards. ariana lovegood-longbottom my sweet child

20. What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

this used to be an easy question because hands down the fic i was proudest of on posting it was i’ll be seeing you. i spent a year and a half on research and writing! but these days i do cringe a little at my hockey fic, and i think i’m prouder of some of my shorter works. let’s do a curveball and say layer on layer, down on down, which is my favourite of my rnm fics and the one i like most from a narrative voice perspective. getting michael right was stressful and i’m still proud i got it down for a TIME LOOP FIC, my absolute favourite trope

tagging @little-smartass and @leescoresbies just in case they want to try this

[inkykeiji]

clariiiii i watched true romance too!!! it was great like ughhh i just LOVE christian slater he’ll forever be my 90’s celeb crush. i noticed that the film had major tarantino vibes(esp in the character’s lines n the plot) and later found out he was actually the scriptwriter for this film so that was fun hehe but the cinematography and the 90’s mood r what rlly captivated me ahh i love love love the vibes from 8-90’s vintage films. overall it was great nd fresh, felt like watching a tarantino-style romance film (which turned out to be actually true but anyways) and that’s rare!!! great plot and dynamics too!

as a film enthusiast/major/filmmaker i have tons of stuff i wanna chat w/ you about eeek <33 but i kinda feel guilty cuz this is not a film blog yanno idk i cant explain it but i feel guilty?!?! but can i ask u if that’s okay? 🥺 do u have any other film recs(cuz both movies u recommended were amaazing)? do u have a fav genre? what’s ur fav film? do u have a fav director? ahhh im sorry i’m like spamming u wif questions i’m such a nerd BAHAHA -🐰

omg i’m so happy i love it so much!!!!!!!! yeah he’s a dreamboat sigh pls i just killed myself typing that ahahahaha but no he’s so attractive AND U KNOW WHO HE REMINDS ME OF, ACTUALLY???? or more appropriately, who reminds me of him??? idk if you watched ratched—i got about halfway through so far but haven’t really picked it back up (ryan murphy n i have a complicated relationship) but oh my god finn wittrock’s character in ratched just reminds me of christian so much (in looks, not actions/personality ofc hahahaha)!!

aaaaah thank you so much for coming back to share ur thoughts with me i’m so happyyyy 🥺🥺 YES he is!! true romance is my favourite movie written by quentin, but reservoir dogs + the hateful eight are my favourite films directed by him <33 okayokayokay LET’S GET INTO FILM STUFF UNDER THE CUT EEEEE!!!

FIRST OF ALL alabama is like, one of my favourite characters ever like i cannot decide if i want to marry her or if i want to BE her. same with clarence—i just love their relationship so much like, it’s obv a lil unhealthy but gosh like you said THE DYNAMICS!!! and the colour palatte for that film is just ahhhhh so so so good, it inspired my current colour palette actually!! i was gonna do that teal blue n bright cherry red but i didn’t like the way the gradients were turning out :(( so i went with blue n purple instead ehehe

YES BUNNY BB YES YOU CAN ASK ME AS MANY FILM QUESTIONS AS YOU WANT!!!!!! we can chat about film any time, don’t feel guilty at all!! film and writing are tied as my two favourite things ever hahaha so any film questions/discussions are allowed on my blog <33

aaaaaah i have a thousand recs ehehe pls i’ll give you a never-ending list if u don’t give me something more specific/narrow it down a lil!! like what’re you looking for first? do you want american films or italian films or french films etc etc etc? is there a particular genre, era or film movement you’re interested in? waaahhhh look u got me getting all excited n stuff eeee i love love love recommending new films to people 🥺🥺 i love watching them with people too—idk if this is gonna sound weird but like, i love introducing my friends/family to new films that i’ve seen but they haven’t and just watching their reactions n stuff, it’s such a special thing to share with them and it’s almost like i get to experience it for the first time again ehehe.

oof you really have unlocked a MONSTER okay okay

do you have a fav genre?

yes!! i love love love horror films ahahaha but i’m also really into dramas/slice of life type stuff.

what’s your fav film?

BUNNY PREPARE YOURSELF BECAUSE I HAVE A LIST. in no particular order:

fantastic mr fox - anderson

the godfather (part 1 + part 2) - coppola

goodfellas (duh) - scorsese

the royal tenenbaums - anderson

the rules of the game (french) - renoir

breathless (french) - godard

the hateful eight - tarantino

reservoir dogs - tarantino

her - jonze

the thing - carpenter

get out - peele

literally ANYTHING from fellini ahahaha but my absolute fave is la dolce vita (italian)

videodrome - cronenberg

true romance - scott

night of the living dead - romero

lost highway - lynch

the silence of the lambs - demme

a clockwork orange - kubrick

the shining - kubrick

kiki’s delivery service (japanese or english) - miyazaki

dunkirk - nolan

once upon a time in hollywood - tarantino (omg my boyfriend and i have decided if i were a tarantino character i’d literally be rick dalton lmaoooo)

no country for old men - coen brothers

burning (korean) - chang-dong

rebecca - hitchcock

rear window - hitchcock

halloween - carpenter

fargo - coen brothers

the empire strikes back <3333333 - kershner

back to the future - zemeckis

the dark knight - nolan

citizen kane!!!!!!!!! - my bby welles <3

midsommar - aster

the lighthouse - eggers

little women - gerwig

the man without a past (finnish) - kaurismaki

good god that’s a loooong list lmao i’m so sorry bunny but i’d say those are my absolute FAVOURITES. i know i’m missing a few for sure but aaaaah yes

do you have a fav director?

i have a few!! for ‘contemporary’ directors, i love quentin tarantino, wes anderson, david lynch, greta gerwig, and ari aster!! for like uhhh i guess ‘all time’ directors (who have passed away) my faves are stanley kubrick, alfred hitchcock and federico fellini!!!

SORRY THIS IS HUGE ahaha but no please don’t apologize i literally love talking about this kinda stuff!!! tell me all of your favourite directors and films too pls!!!!!!!

[missmorosis]

hi hello i love you how are you 🥺🥺 could i- uh, mayhaps i have a matchup?? uhh i'm 5'6", girl, straight (i think- ??? AKYDLIUWDIUWH) i love singing, musical theatre, acting, hanging out with like 50 guy friends. oh and i also play piano, violin, and i love cuddles!! please give me cuddles. i love cuddles. i also love love music, and i like blasting it in my room while drawing or writing soemthing 🥺 i'm usually really bad at talking in person, and i can be really rude without knowing, so (1/3)

so maybe someone who can deal with me being rude time to time?? because i can accidentally say something that could potentially hurt people, and i just want to make sure people are happy with themselves but ITS SO HARD TO DO SO SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTANDS THIS LIKE UGH PLEASE I DON'T EVEN KNOW AHHHHHH XD also i can be really chaotic and be an absolute crackhead. thank you so much bby!! take care morosis, GET SLEEP AND DRINK WATER I LOVE YOU

AHHHHHHHHH HII ILYSMMM

I HAD TO DO THIS ASAPPPP HEHE

IM GREAT!! FINISHED 11 MATCHUPS IN LIKE 24 HOURS AJSJJWJW ive also had a lot more asks and interactions via tumblr and thats makeS ME SO HAPPYYYY

YES OFC YOU CAN HAVE A MATCHUP!!

I ship you with...

AANG (aged up, ofc!!)

Dunno if this was who you were expecting dkdndjjd

AHH BUT LET ME EXPLAIN RQ

IF YOU WANT CUDDLES HE'LL GIVE YOU CUDDLES :D

HUGS HUGS HUGS FOR DAYSSS

he'll also cuddle you with appa snuggling with the both of you~

appa kinda feels like a giant pillow so its real comfy dndjdj

he also loves music!!

HAVE YA SEEN HIM PLAY THE HORN THINGAMABOB IN THE HEADBAND EPISODE

He'll ✨vibe along✨ with you to all the music you blast hehe

He loves to dance with you!!

HE LOVES YOUR ANGELIC VOICE JSJSJE

"ELLIE WOW THAT WAS SO GOOD!!"

"SING IT AGAIN!!"

Sing for him till your voice is all gone 😎

"Sorry, Ellie" mwkdjeieiie

He goes to every single one of your shows!!

He's always super supportive

Will not hesitate to yell your name from the audience

WILL bring the entire gaang and make them cheer for you as well

"YAY ELLIEEEEEEE" *millions of claps*

He'll bring you flowers at the end of every single performance

No matter how big or small the performance was

No matter now major or minor your role is

He's just really proud of you 😭💖

He won't be super protective

Aang wouldn't mind your guy friends

Frankly, he's just happy to have new friends cuz YOUR FRIENDS ARE HIS FRIENDS

He trusts you completely 💕

Now DONT ruin it and do something bad eididuud

He wouldn't mind when you’re being rude accidentally

He totally understands that it happens

He loves you anyways, and he thinks that you're the ABSOLUTE SWEETEST

Aang def loves how much you love others 😘

He appreciates all the effort you always put in!!

AND ITS OKAY IF YOU'RE CHAOTIC

Please he deals with the gaaang dkdjdjkeejjdjd

He LOVES YOU SO MUCHHH AHHH

KEJEJEIE HOPEFULLY THATS OKAY

Hehe i did that asap ILY ILY ILYYYYY 💕

Now im going to bed sjdjjnsjsje

TAKE CARE OF URSELFFFFF

[fruitquake]

What would Remus and Sirius's wedding be like?

okayokayokay

so i imagine sirius would love for it to be super over the top. probably like rainbow-themed deco and with a live band and just extra as hell, while remus wants something more lowkey. 

“why do we need to spend our entire life-savings on this wedding, pads? isn’t our love the most important thing?”

“oh please remus, why even have a wedding if we’re not gonna be fucking extra about it?”

in the end remus gives in and lets sirius have his way because really, he just wants to man he loves to be happy

so it’s a super big event ya know? like the decorations are really astonishing (and probably enchanted to do some cool shit) and they definitely paid like Queen or sth to play

and sirius loves it but the most beautiful thing at the entire wedding to him is still remus

when he stands across from him about to exchange vows he legit can’t stop crying because this is the happiest day of his life and he had never thought he would be here

but here he is

i legit cant decide if they both have super cute heartfelt vows or if after one of them finishes the other just stands quietly for a moment before going “that was so cute, but now i’m kinda embarrassed ‘cause mine are mainly remarks about your arse” (what do y’all think?)

james OBVIOUSLY gives a super emotional best man speech. like half of it is probbaly just him crying and like “my babies are marrieeeeeed”

this is a messy string of thoughs i’m so sorry but i just want my boys to be happyyyy