#WHOOOOOO PUSHED THEM

[totaleclipse573]

So theres this thing going around on twitter....

Yeah

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[noctiva]

Toby with a trad goth girlfriend??? They would so be underdressed over dressed duo 🖤

he would absolutely love it. tbh. I already think toby would be into girls who dress alternatively and maybe that’s just cause I do but whoooooo caressss

he’d watch you do your makeup like you were painting a work of art, eyes wide and curious, asking a silly little question here and there

“H-How’d you learn how to do this?”

“A-Aren’t you scared to fuck up?”

He’s fascinated. Even more so when you’re all done up. Because how did you manage to get even more beautiful? Skin white as a ghost, blacked out lips with eyeliner darker than night. The material that hugged your body, whether it be satin or leather, constantly had drool pooling in his mouth.

You look exquisite. Otherworldly. Ethereal.

If he had the words to describe you accurately, he’d write them down, but not a single word in the English vocabulary could come close to depicting what you are to him. Some sort of angel in black lipstick, brought into creation simply for the purpose of making his knees weak.

You’ll leave black kiss stains on his cheeks and neck, and he’ll be hesitant to wash them away.

Out in public, it’s an amusing sight. Him, barely put together in ripped jeans and old flannels, and you - looking like a goddess dropped down onto earth. Makeup perfect, hair teased, every aspect of your outfit so meticulously put together. If anyone says anything even remotely teasing to you, he’s cutting them a glare so deadly it would be stupid to try and push any further.

He’ll probably ask you to do him up in trad goth makeup now and then, just because he’s curious, and when you’re done, you’ll leave him looking cooler than he’s ever felt before.

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Do You Love Me?

Astarion x Y/N - Drabble - 523 WC

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Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, HEAVILY inspired by this scene in Bridgerton (plot belongs to them)

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You and Astarion glared at each other, tensions high. So high, in fact that everyone else left camp to do gods know what just as long as it was away from you two. 

“Do you love me?” you asked him point blank.

He hesitated, “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Do you love me?” you asked again.

He looked at you with a pained expression, “I cannot.” he said defeated.

“Do you love me?” you repeated.

“Y/N please, stop.” he said, backing away slowly.

You followed him to the center of camp, not letting him walk away from whatever this was, “Is this because you believe that I cannot love you? Because I do…. I love you Astarion.” Sincerity shined in your eyes.

Astarion stared in disbelief, his mouth not able to produce words.

“I love you so much that I will go, if that is what you wish. I will do that. We can live our separate lives and once the tadpoles are dealt with you never have to see me again. But first you have to say you do not love me; you must tell me that I am utterly alone in this world.” 

He shook his head, trying to break your gaze but unable to, “I’m a monster Y/N. I am a danger. There are two sides in me fighting for power, it's as if the heavens and the hells are colliding.”

“Do you love me?” you asked with a wanting tone. 

“You do not wish a life for yourself with me!” he yelled, making you jump a bit “No one wishes it!”

“Astarion!” you yelled back not backing down, “I will stand with you between the heavens and the hells, I will tell you who you are, do you love me?” you said as you stood only a breath away from him.

“I love you!” he yelled, his voice wavering at the end. You could see unwanted tears welling up in his eyes. “From… from the moment you walked into camp I have loved you desperately; I cannot breathe when you are not near…. I love you Y/N… my heart calls your name.”

He looked at the ground, feeling weak for telling you everything he had tried desperately to keep bottled up and pushed down. He felt your hand cradle his face, bring him into a sweet kiss. He kissed you back fervently, but sobs escaped him after a moment.

“This… condition has been my shame for 200 years… this darkness... my burden for so long… and you… you are a light in that darkness.”

You ran your thumbs comfortingly over his sharp cheekbones, “Astarion, it's you and me. Just us. Together.”

Astarion scanned your face multiple times, looking for any indications of deception, yet all he found were kind eyes and a loving smile. His lips twitched upwards for the first time all night, Astarion pulled you back into a kiss, much deeper and full of passion. His arms enveloped you into a hug, your hands still holding his face. 

“I love you.” he breathed out just above a whisper.

“And I you, for eternity.” you reassured, kissing the tip of his nose. 

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Naboo's Note:

Hello darlings, life has been a little busy lately but I wanted to give you a little snack of a drabble. I watched Bridgerton and all I could see in this scene was Astarion and Tav. All plot and rights belong to Bridgerton - idk how copyright works but I hope putting that keeps me from *cough* "legal issues". Anyyyyyy whoooooo - I hope you enjoy, I'll post again soon. Please comment, like, reblog or send me a request! Ilysm <3

[hollow-lime-green]

I mean you know I gotta ask you about a section of FIYM you’ve been dying to talk about

💜! there's so much I'm always dying to talk about tbh, especially re: jujutsu. but i don't want to give people too many hints on where we're going with that. so instead i'm going to talk about one of my favorite interlude pieces - blueshift!

in science, there is a phenomenon called the doppler effect. you have probably heard of it before, most likely in reference to ambulance/police sirens. (for those unfamiliar:) basically, when a wave is moving towards you, you will perceive it at higher frequency. when it is moving away from you, you will perceive it at lower frequency. in sound, this translates to ambulances coming toward you going wheeeeee and when they are going away from you, they go whoooooo.

when this happens with visible light, rather than high/low pitch, we are shifting towards the ends of the visible light spectrum - UV (blue/purple, aka wheeeeeee) at the high frequency end, and infrared (red, aka whooooo) at the low frequency end.

blueshift occurs when waves of light are moving towards you from a moving source. just like the ambulance siren, you receive them at higher frequency than they were emitted at, and in light, this means it shifts blue.

okay, onto the gays - this piece is called blueshift because, well, they are getting closer! although satoru doesn't know that consciously. but the Six Eyes is doing some work for us here by noticing changes in the scene through lighting. it's a pretty subtle hidden allegory (well, the title isn't subtle - but there's not a lot of space devoted to it).

as their conversation progresses, the lighting changes. first, when suguru brings up "we should talk", satoru is actively doomspiraling about suguru knowing he's gay, and he thinks he's losing ground. he thinks that suguru is put off by what happened, and so he is 'moving away'.

then, as they keep talking, and satoru is in uncertain waters, they go into a tunnel. satoru isn't getting clear light cues. we're grey and white here.

they talk more. satoru still isn't sure how suguru would take the whole 'gay' thing, but suguru goes on to reassure satoru that he likes him just the way he is. and that's enough. so finally, in satoru's eyes, he shifts blue.

this was a very fun conversation to write, too, because it is truly a masterclass in absolute dogshit communication.

satoru's thoughts: i'm so gay, i am extremely gay for my hot goth best friend, oh my god what if he thinks i'm gay (because i tried to suck his dick in a linen closet), what if-

suguru's thoughts: gay people are normal, it's fine if you're gay suguru's mouth: "well being girly doesn't mean you're gay"

satoru's thoughts: fuck fuck fuck he doesn't want me to be gay satoru's mouth: "yeah ew of course i'm not gay"

suguru's thoughts: wait wtf is he fucking homophobic suguru's cursed energy: [explodes] suguru's mouth: "right like who gives a fuck about gay people"

satoru's thoughts: wait i give a fuck about gay people ?

apart from the gay, this scene is also about satoru's complicated relationship with normalcy and non-sorcerers. the reason that he doesn't fight back (against mario and luigi) is a messy mix of internalized homophobia and his overwhelming desire to fit in with non-sorcerer society. by acting like a sorcerer - either by using his CT or by pulling out his martial training, he feels like he would be breaking the 'normal' rules. and he wants so badly to be normal because he sees that as a necessary prerequisite for fitting into suguru's life. girliepop's been fucked up since day 1.

p.s. - i love these lines, and i love the brangelina joke right after

The sheer volume of his love for Suguru pushed all the oxygen out of his lungs, but that was okay, that was fine - Satoru’s body would get accustomed to hydrogen fusion. So he kept going, because that was what they did. Because stars burn until they die. Because Satoru had enough cursed energy to outlive the inevitable heat-death of the universe.

thank you for letting me yap @mildlyannoyedscoundrel-blog, i hope this was interesting! 💜💜💜

[lina-unchained]

Long Due (18+)

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Pairing: Thanos/Choi Su-bong x Nam-gyu

Summary: Nam-gyu has to step in to push aside Thanos' adoring but insolent fans after his first gig at club Pentagon. They withdraw into one of the private rooms for their next fix but Thanos is also hungry for his little bodyguard.

Release date: 12/02/25

Words count: 1.5K

Warnings: swearing; drug use; oral sex; hair pulling; choking; unprotected sex

Notes: I didn't get into this ship at first but lately I've been digging it, I hope the fic is alright 😭🙏

I’m not a native English speaker, so there might be spelling or grammatical mistakes

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The fans were still screaming long after Thanos had gotten off the stage. Despite his downfall at the Rap Battleground competition he had won countless admirers and getting a gig at club Pentagon showed that he was nevertheless adored.

“Whoooooo,” Thanos shouted as he walked to his private booth. “What a night!”

Nam-gyu was observing him from a distance. He’s been working at the club for a few years and was accustomed to serving all the singers and VIP guests. But every time he had to serve Thanos he got a bit giggly inside.

Having won some fame through the Rap Battleground competition Thanos was often seen at club Pentagon where he partied hard. From the very beginning he had eyed Nam-gyu and always demanded to be served by him. The two became closer and Nam-gyu often acted like Thanos’ little bodyguard chasing away the annoying fans and always provided him his next fix. And finally getting a gig on the club’s stage sent Thanos even higher in the clouds.

“Where’s my boy Nam-su?” Thanos yelled excitedly.

He started spinning around like mad trying to eye his little protégé. Nam-gyu smiled shyly and moved from behind the bar, so that Thanos could see him.

“There he is!” Thanos almost ran to Nam-gyu. “Nam-su, my boy,” he said hugging him.

Nam-gyu secretly inhaled Thanos’ cologne before correcting him yet once again. “It’s Nam-gyu”

“Yeah Nam-guy,” Thanos repeated and smiled at him.

Nam-gyu smiled back shyly and his cheeks turned red.

“Hey Thanos!” some girls started shouting and giggling.

Thanos turned around and saw a bunch of fangirls by his private booth. “Hello, senoritas,” he replied and walked to them in a cocky style.

They giggled and told him how much they had enjoyed his gig. Fed by their words of adoring Thanos’ ego inflated even more and his movements became rather comical as he tried to impress them.

Nam-gyu observed this with a frown upon his face. He really didn’t like to see any fans around Thanos.

“Hey Nam-su,” Thanos shouted, “Bring us some cocktails,” then he turned to the girls and invited them to sit at his booth.

“It’s Nam-gyu,” Nam-gyu mumbled under his nose and proceeded to make their drinks.

“Hey can I like touch your hair?” one of the girls asked Thanos when Nam-gyu was serving them the cocktails. “I love that purple on you”

“Of course senorita,” Thanos replied and bowed nearer to her face with a foxy smile.

She hesitated for a moment seemingly intimidated by his closeness. Then she slowly lifted her hand and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Wow I’m actually touching Thanos’ hair,” she exclaimed and all of the girls giggled.

Nam-gyu watched this with jealousy and silently cursed her.

“Come on guys, it’s Thanos,” some other fans appeared out of nowhere. “Please, Thanos, let us take a photo with you!”

“Yes! Please!” someone else said just as excitedly.

Showered with attention Thanos couldn’t say no. He got up and allowed everyone to get nearer to him for a photo. Everything started mildly with a few people but then more and more joined the fuss and got too close and too touchy.

“Alright, alright,” suddenly Nam-gyu interfered and started pushing some of the people away from Thanos. “Let’s give him some space”

“Who are you?” some girl asked. “His bodyguard? Fuck off,” she tried to push Nam-gyu away.

“Hey don’t fight,” Thanos said standing tall like a king. “I will take a photo with each one of you”

His fans cheered and started arguing who would be first.

“But I need to do something first,” he looked hungrily at Nam-gyu.

Nam-gyu knew very well what that meant – Thanos needed his next fix.

“I will be back shortly and the photoshoot will continue,” he said and winked. “Meanwhile sit here and enjoy the drinks,” and with those words he left.

Nam-gyu followed him like a puppy. They went to the back where the artists and VIP guests could book private rooms for the evening.

“Whoooo”, Thanos shouted again as he walked inside. He circled the room a few times. He was still super hectic.

“Nam-su, my little bodyguard,” Thanos said and hugged him again.

Nam-gyu smiled and slightly pressed his head upon Thanos. “Nam-gyu”

“Nam-gyu, my boy, you know what I need,” Thanos said as he broke the embrace.

Nam-gyu put his hand into his pocket and took out a little plastic bag with a few pills inside.

“That’s it, my boy,” Thanos started waving his hands excitedly.

They both sat at opposite chairs. Nam-gyu took one pill. He handed the plastic bag to Thanos. Nam-guy put his pill between his lips. Part of it was hanging out. He looked at Thanos waiting, so that they could pop their pills at the same time. Thanos gave Nam-gyu a long gaze before he suddenly grabbed Nam-gyu’s face and put his lips upon him. Then his tongue found the pill and abducted it from Nam-gyu’s mouth.

Nam-gyu looked at Thanos in surprise while the latter chewed the pill maintaining eye contact. “My Nam-su,” he almost growled.

“Nam… Nam-gyu,” Nam-gyu quietly said more like a habit other than an actual brain function.

“Right, Nam-gyu,” Thanos smirked and leaned back in his chair. Legs wide aside, arms upon the chair’s armrests. He gave Nam-gyu unambiguous head movement towards his lap. “I have a seat reserved for you, my sweet little bodyguard. Come on!”

Nam-gyu was breathing heavily with eyes wide open. He couldn’t decide whether Thanos was being serious or just fooling around.

“Ay my Nam-su, are you going to make me come to you?”

Nam-gyu smiled shyly thinking that Thanos was probably too high and didn’t know what he was saying. Nam-gyu got up. “I think I should go back to the bar,” he didn’t want to mess things up with Thanos due to misunderstanding his actions.

Suddenly Thanos jumped and pushed Nam-gyu to the wall shoving his face in Nam-gyu’s neck.

“My sweet little Nam-su, you’re not going anywhere,” Thanos whispered into his ear.

Nam-gyu shuddered. He was too hypnotized and totally submitted to be called ‘Nam-su’.

Thanos pressed his body onto Nam-gyu and their hard cocks fondled each other. He grabbed Nam-gyu’s hands and intertwining their fingers he put them above Nam-gyu’s head. Thanos was moving his kisses from Nam-gyu’s neck to his lips back and forth. Their hard dicks now begging to be released.

Thanos grabbed Nam-gyu and literally threw him on the couch. He quickly settled between Nam-gyu’s legs and continued exploring his neck.

It was finally Nam-gyu’s turn to run his fingers through Thanos’ notorious hair. The latter started dry humping. “Shit my Nam-su, I want you so badly tonight”.

Nam-gyu exhaled excitedly and kept caressing Thanos’ hair. The kisses started going downwards passionately. Suddenly Nam-gyu’s pants were down and his hard cock was pointing at Thanos who quickly swallowed it.

Nam-gyu grabbed the couch’s armrests above his head and moaned in pleasure. For a moment he thought he was eaither dreaming or had OD’d and was now in heaven.

“Oh my sweet little Nam-su, you taste so fucking good,” Thanos exclaimed and made his way towards Nam-gyu’s face. “Here, taste it yourself,” he forcefully put his tongue into Nam-gyu’s mouth so deep that Nam-gyu choked a little.

Nam-gyu couldn’t resist any longer and slid his hand upon Thanos’s dick. It was hard and big. Just like Nam-gyu had imagined it countless times.

“Shit my Nam-su, you want my dick, you naughty boy?”

Nam-gyu nodded obediently.

Thanos grabbed Nam-gyu and turned him around. He put down his pants, added a bit of saliva on his dick and pressed it firmly upon Nam-gyu’s behind. He penetrated slowly and rather painfully.

Nam-gyu winced and grabbed the couch’s armrests. Thanos began thrusting frantically getting as deep as he could.

“Fuck my Nam-su,” Thanos yelled in Nam-gyu’s ear and grabbed his hair. “You like it like that?”

Nam-gyu was so badly down for Thanos that he was ready to take him in any way.

They were both moaning and sighing, now Thanos grabbing Nam-gyu’s throat and choking him while still thrusting forcefully and at a quick pace.

Nam-gyu’s vision started to get blurry. He feared Thanos might get too far but nonetheless enjoyed every second. He had been dreaming for this moment since the first day he had met Thanos. It was long due.

“Holy fuck my Nam-su,” Thanos sighed loudly as he filled Nam-gyu with his cum pushing his dick as deep as possible to ensure it stayed inside of Nam-gyu.

Thanos rolled aside from the couch and lied on the ground drenched in sweat. Nam-gyu was breathing heavily from the choking.

“My sweet boy Nam-su, you were so good,” Thanos sighed and wiped the sweat from his face.

“Nam-gyu,” Nam-gyu corrected Thanos with a hoarse voice and gave him a shrewd glance from the couch.

Thanos smirked and pulled Nam-gyu on top of him. “Do you want to be punished now, you naughty boy?”

Nam-gyu giggled and shoved his face into Thanos’ neck. He had the upper hand now.

Out there in the private booth Thanos’ fans were waiting for him to come back while the club’s owner was walking around looking for Nam-gyu.

[hypwriter]

Doing The Thing

Whoooooo... well, it's been a while since I last wrote anything here, so allow me to kinda reintroduce myself here on my blog for anyone who actually still follows me or cares. After multiple reincarnations and evolutions and maturing into what I want to be here, I've been looking to push myself to do the thing more and more. I say "do the thing" in reference to a poem I heard, and it stuck with me. "The only thing that's doing the thing is doing the thing." I've written a number of stories for individuals over the years, but they remain tucked away on Google docs. That's lovely because I can choose who has access, but that's hardly being a writer if only 3 people actually read my stories. Well, I'm gonna try to do the thing now, and whether I'll be successful or not, time will tell. I'm making this a public post here because I want some level of accountability, and saying this here will hopefully do that for me.

@ellaenchanting has over the past 4-5 years put out whole collections of writing and recordings every November time, and I wanted to follow in her footsteps. Below are simply all of her prompts during her HYPNOvembers (organized in an excel spreadsheet because I'm a geek that way), and I encourage anyone interested in writing on their own to take a look at her prompts, and potentially attempt to do a little writing yourself as well. Do the thing.

I'm going to attempt to do the thing, and maybe afterward, if I've got a decent library of stories, maybe I'll put them up somewhere. I'm unsure of the next steps after I do the thing, but first off, I need to do the thing. I've got friends to keep me accountable, and I've got 22+ stories on the docket to get through, so hopefully, I can accomplish SOMETHING.

Poem about doing the thing below the break.

https://strangestloop.io/essays/things-that-arent-doing-the-thing

Preparing to do the thing isn't doing the thing.

Scheduling time to do the thing isn't doing the thing.

Making a to-do list for the thing isn't doing the thing.

Telling people you're going to do the thing isn't doing the thing.

Messaging friends who may or may not be doing the thing isn't doing the thing.

Writing a banger tweet about how you're going to do the thing isn't doing the thing.

Hating on yourself for not doing the thing isn't doing the thing. Hating on other people who have done the thing isn't doing the thing. Hating on the obstacles in the way of doing the thing isn't doing the thing.

Fantasizing about all of the adoration you'll receive once you do the thing isn't doing the thing.

Reading about how to do the thing isn't doing the thing. Reading about how other people did the thing isn't doing the thing. Reading this essay isn't doing the thing.

The only thing that is doing the thing is doing the thing.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

Uhh ohhh y'allll

UHHH OHHHHH

Oh gosh she's calling in to Wyatt 😭

Oh gosh

?

A safe :(( :o?

Ohh wait probably- yeah with documents and stuff :'(( oh gosh 😭

UAAGHHHHH TO GIVE TO JUDD 😭😭

SO HIM AND GRACE CAN TAKE GOOD CARE OF HER GIRLS 😭😭😭🥺🥺💔❤️ HECK YEAH EXACTLY

But still 😭😭😭❤️

Do the others not have anything to pass along xd?

No, honey :'((

They're not making it out of here <3

(logically I know they'll be fine but I mean if nothing changes miraculously, they're dying in here xd :(()

GOSHHHH y'all 😭

There it is :(((

The fan :'(

Come onnn guyss come onnn

I know they'll be fine but like xd you never quite know. Also the tension and the emotions 😭 gosh they're getting to me, really good scene/scenes

Come onnnn

:O

YESSSS!!!!!

WHOOOOOO

Is something blowing it :'D? Like a helicopter or something idk!

I don't think it's the fan honey :'DD but good going for it anyway

You never know lol, and you want to make sure it's all out of there anyway :))

AAAAHHHHHHHHH YESSS Y'ALL :'DDD!!

AHHHH (awh not ah) THE WIND SHIFTED!!! YAYYY :'DDD 🥳🥳🥳😭😭🥺🥺🥰

Thank goodness y'all :')

AWWW TK and Nancy hugging in the background 😭😭❤️❤️

Yeahhh call Wyatt let him know :'))

YEAHHH it is good news :'D

Unless of course it's going somewhere else now, somewhere else to evacuate xd

See but now you're gonna have to change your safe combination :'D

Haha lol y'all, small price to pay though by the way, I love y'all <33

LOL SLFKGHDK I WAS RIGHT!! EXACTLY XD

And these are recorded too lol so-

SDLFKDHKGS EXACTLY WYATT!! YAYY XDD I'M SO RIGHT LOL

Yeah it's good if it's not going somewhere bad :'DD

Ahhh crap

It's coming for y'all isn't it xdd

YEPPP

Oh gosh you guys 😭

Come on come on come onnn

There's no way they make this guy die after all this 😭

You can do it guys come on

Ope o.o

But Owen will it be faster together D:

Gosh :(((

I guess with one saw probably not, besides carrying him out

I mean Marjan's used to not following orders but all of y'all are sometimes xd, I don't think this is one of them :(((

AWWW yeah Owen made a promise 😭😭😭🥺💔

Ohh no

CRAP

It broke D:

Somehow I doubt you do, but please tell me you have another one :((

Sighh

Nope :((

Ohh nooo guys 😭😭

Come onnn :(((

Oh gosh 😭 I thought he was talking about getting him out for a second but he's talking about dying :((

Yk I don't think it will be quick xd

:O

JUDD!!!!

THAT'S MY BOY ISN'T IT!!!

YEEEAAAHHHHHH WHOOO GO THAT'S MY BOY :'DDDD JUDDDD YAYYY 🥳🥳🥳!!!! :'DDD

I just know that's my boy :')))

GO OFF JUDDDD

WHOOOO

Oh my gosh YAYYY they pushed them all the way out of the cloud zone :'DD

YEAAHHHHH YAYY WHOOOOOO 🥳🥳🥳👏👏!!

Won't it move that way though- okay phew it's moving the other way lol

YEEPPPPPP JUDDD :DDDD!!!!

That's my boy 🥰

The "Hey cap" :'DD not okay y'all 🥰🥰 needed to hear that again <33

LOL yeah he is amazing :'))

Nah they got him now

:'O

YEEAAHHHHH THEY DO :'DDD

AAAHHHHHHHH I love them so much 🥰🥰!!

I'm so glad they're all okay <333 so thankful lol :'))

Now get that kid outta there :'D!

[betabiograft33]

![CRITICAL BATTERY FAILURE]: [BATTERY IS RAPIDLY DEPLETING.]

![ABNORMAL BATTERY STATUS MAY EFFECT PERFORMANCE. SEEK MAINTENANCE IMMEDIATELY.]

[BATTERY: 25%]

[the biograft pushes the warnings away and quickly crouches on the ground to get a closer look at Screens, who stares back with a mortified face.]

SCREENS? ARE YOU OKAY?

(the demon trembles, still shaken up from everything. Blood from her wounds drips a little on the floor.)

a-a-am I OKAY? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU? What just... Shattered?

DO NOT WORRY ABOUT ME. LET ME SEE YOUR WOUNDS.

[33 checks her wounds, and while they are bleeding they aren't anything to worry about right now. It's not like they have access to supplies anyway.]

[LED ERROR.]

I-i think I will worry. 33... I think your lights are fading.

[BATTERY: 20%]

![CRITICAL BATTERY FAILURE.]

[VOICE MODULATION ERROR.]

...

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII-SAID DONT WORRY ABOUT IT. WE NEED TO GET OOOOUUUT OF HEEERE.

Yeah, but first let's- (the demon stops, as a drop of lavender liquid coming from 33's wound drips on her, she covers her mouth.) ...O-H MY SWORDS.

WHAT? I SAID DDDDDDONT WORRRRY.

....S-something's wrong. 33... that's your battery's acid.

(Screen's eyes dart to the small shards of crystal littering the floor around B-33, as they reflect the little light in the room.)

...How bad were you hurt?

...

MY BATTERY ISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS-DAMAGED. CRITICAL FAILURE.

[BATTERY: 10%]

[33 sits down, realizing that standing is going to drain their battery faster.]

Shit... Ok let's get you a charger-

No.

(Screens turns to the sound. It's Bodyswap standing in the doorway across the room. She hasn't seen him in years... and now he just looks and sounds so different...)

Battery will explode. Do not charge them.

[B-33 does not meet Bodyswap's gaze. They feel... guilty. They've never felt this way before... They've also never actually had to stare into the very alive eyes of someone they thought they murdered...]

(the man approaches, all of his face besides his glowing eyes covered by a roughly smashed together scrap metal mask. He looks at the shards on the floor and the wound in 33's chest and shakes his head.)

Not good. I will be right back.

(the room goes silent as Bodyswap leaves.)

(and tears begin to well up in Screen's eyes again.)

33...Why did you stay...? I tried to save you... why didn't you just leave me? Why does everyone ALWAYS get hurt when they try to save ME!?

PLEASEEEEE-CALM DOWN.

[BATTERY 8%]

[33 begins to finally feel the dread set in.]

...THISSSS ISNT YYYYYYYOUR FAAAULT. I ALREADYYYY LOST ONE FRIEND, MAAAAYBE EVEN TWOOOO. I CANTTT LOOSE YOU TOOOOO.

IF I MUST DIE FFFOR YOUUU, THEN SO BE IT.

[BATTERY 5%]

(Screens just stares back at them. She's crying uncontrollably.)

No...

SHAME IIIIII-NEVER FFFFFFOUND FRIIIEND. IF YOU EEEEVER SEE THEM. TELL THEMMM-I TRIED MY BESTTTT.

Why are you talking like you're g-gonna die? I-I'll fix you! Well I can't... but I-I will find a way to fix you! I'm not letting you die... not after e-everything you've been through...

[33 starts to get hysterical. It's an overwhelming feeling that they have barely felt before and it's coming all out at full force.]

WHO. WHOOOOOO WILL FIX ME!? I WILL BE DISMAAAAAAAAAAANTLED ON SIGHT BY ANY BLACKROCK SCIENTIST! W

[BATTERY 3%]

[the just stare at eachother. Screens doesn't have an answer for that question.)

[As Screens grabs 33 by the hand, 33 thinks back on everything they've done, everyone they've met... Blaster... The Subspace from another timeline... 77... Tablet... What would they all think of them now? Lying on the floor in defeat like this? Where are they all now? 33's been gone for so long...]

[But their mind refuses to stop thinking about their friend.]

[they never even got to know their name.........]

[they recall hearing them sing a specific song often... ever since, whenever days got dark... 33 would try too. It wasn't good singing and they barely remembered the song, but it calmed them down... Maybe it would help them in this situation... and Screens too...]

...

...

[BATTERY 2%]

~LOOKING FOR A SIIIIIIIGNAL IN THE NOISEEEEE...

A SIGNAL TOOOOOOOOOO SING ALOOONG WITH MY DIIGITAL VOOOICE...~

[BATTERY 1%]

(Screens looks up at their suddenly noise making. She doesn't seem that comforted as her face is still stained with tears.)

...This isn't the end for you, 33. I promise... I PROMISE I WILL FIND A WAY TO FIX YOU.

[33 begins to relax slightly after singing, they've accepted their fate by now. They want so badly to be fixed after all of this... but they just couldn't see it happening.]

...I HOOOOPE SO. SENTIENCE IS HAAARD, ITS A CUUUUURSE SOMETIMES. BUT NOW I WANTTTT-TTTTOO LIIIVE.

AAAND I WAAAANT YOU TO LIVE TOO. PLEASE, GETTTTT- OUT OF HEREEE- ALIVE.

[BATTERY 0%]

[SYSTEM SHUTDOWN.]

[33's hand releases from Screens'. Their entire body just goes as limp as deactivated CROSS nearby.]

(Screens taps them a couple times. No response. She is now audibly sobbing.)

(Bodyswap stands in the doorway behind Screens, clutching something in his hands. He's shocked. He didn't expect all of that to happen so quickly... He isn't sure what to do now...)

(He knew Screens back when he had a more normal life, and now his heart breaks for her.)

(His entire body aches, but he manages to put the object down and drag himself over to her. She's his honorary niece anyway, he isn't going to let her suffer alone like this...)

...

(Bodyswap hugs Hologram Screens tightly, just like he did all the way back when he was a normal demon... And she hugs back, sobbing into his shoulder.)

[sailorshadzter]

Prompt idea: Jonsa Folgers coffee commercial AU

whoooooo finally knocked this one out.

thanks for the request anon!

send me prompts

The room is thick with the stench of coffee. 

It isn’t that she doesn’t like the scent, it’s just, well she’s tired of it. Time after time, she’s still only managed to snag coffee commercials and the like, when all she wants is a single chance at a role that might break her out of her small town and into the big city. She wants to be an actress- it’s all she’s wanted for her whole life; acting in primary school plays, joining local musicals, these stupid commercials, she’s done it all.

And yet, nothing has yet to pan out for her. 

“Miss Stark? We’re ready for you,” she turns at the sound of the voice, the producer standing there before her . She sighs, giving a nod as she rises up from where she sits in the uncomfortable wooden chair, following after the older woman towards the set. To her surprise, there’s a young man standing there already, a mop of dark curls slicked back and secured in a bun at the nape of his neck, though when he turns around to face her she’s immediately taken aback. He’s incredibly handsome, with a strong jawline and just the right amount of beard that makes her heart skip a beat. “This is Jon Snow, he’ll be playing opposite you today,” the producer introduces and the man extends a hand for her to take, which she does, her lips stumbling over a greeting. “Jon, this is Sansa.” 

“Nice to meet you, Sansa” Jon speaks in a Northern accent that reminds her of home and she can’t help but to smile at the sound. And he can’t help but to stare at the beautiful woman that’s approached him; with long, red hair and big blue eyes, her beauty is striking. “You’re my wife, eh?” He says and her ivory cheeks stain crimson as she giggles, shifting from one foot to the other. They’re playing newlyweds in this commercial, waking the first morning after their wedding in their own home. 

She’s never worked with someone this hot and she’s going to blow it. 

“Yes, looks like it,” she replies, feeling stupid, though Jon seems to not notice for he merely grins, opening his mouth just as the director steps onto the scene. They both turn to face the man and Sansa takes a single deep breath, calming her racing heart, pushing herself to focus on the task at hand. Besides, hot or not, once this was shot she wouldn’t see him again, so there was no point in letting him get to her. 

“Remember, you’re newlyweds, madly in love,” the director is saying and she’s nodding, crossing the set up kitchen to take her place before the coffee pot that’s already been brewing. “And… Action!” 

She listens carefully as his footsteps echo on the laminate floor, a slow smile spreading over her lips as she imagines it was her own husband coming towards her, his footsteps known to her as well as her own. She reaches up for the cabinet above, where she draws down a blue coffee mug, her fingers enclosing around its porcelain handle. Then comes his arms around her hips, drawing her in, a twinkling laugh escaping her lips as she shifts into his touch. “Coffee?” She asks as he nuzzles close, so close now that she can smell his aftershave. Somehow, this feels more real than she expected it to. 

“Just what I need,” Jon’s husky vocals speak and chills race the length of her spine; unbeknownst to her, he feels it too. “You always make it best,” he continues on as she pours the mug full and only then does he let her go, slipping away so he can take the steaming mug from her hands. “Somehow, it tastes even better when it’s made by my wife,” she’s smiling, leaning in close… Closer still… Hoping the look on her face is as dreamy as the script said it was supposed to be. He’s leaning in too, the mug of coffee caught between them, her hands rising up to slide into place over his, something not written for her to do. 

“Cut!” The director’s voice rings out and they spring apart almost at once. “Incredible! Incredible!” He’s shouting as he comes across the set, grinning wildly. “You two really sold it. Are you sure you don’t know each other?” He eyes them skeptically, though they both shake their heads. “I’m going to watch that back, but I imagine we got what we needed with that single take. Great job, you two.” 

He dismisses them with a wave of his hand and they both head off set, though not before Jon stops her. “I guess this means our marriage didn’t last,” he jokes and she laughs, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “You know, at the risk of being too forward…” He pauses, his turn to shift on his feet, his dark eyes meeting hers with a quick glance. “Maybe I can save our fake marriage by asking you out on a date.” She blinks, her eyes widening for a single moment before she nods, accepting his invite without hesitation. 

When they’ve exchanged numbers a short while later and he’s climbing into his car to leave, he can’t help but to watch her as she walks across the parking lot towards her own. She’s changed back into her own clothes and he finds he really enjoys the way her slim fit jeans hug her hips, even from a distance. As if she’s aware of his gaze, she looks up just as she goes to get into her own car and he sees she’s smiling, raising up her hand in a silent goodbye before she disappears behind the closed door. 

Truth was, he’d nearly turned down this commercial, now he’s thankful he accepted at the very last second.

[hiddenlife-manager]

Could I pretty please have some Headcanons for Dazai, Kunikida, and Ranpo if they dated a ballerina and/or ballet teacher? Thank you (kunikida is my absolute favorite so if I could have a little extra for him that would be amazing) 🥰🥰

Ballet Teacher

Ranpo x reader, Dazai x reader, Kunikida x reader

(Please support me!!)

Buy me coffee

Kunikida

"Pull up Lindsy!" I whispered standing behind her to remind her what her mistake is without making it so clear to all her classmates. She hums and fixes her stance. I pushed my hair to the side and stared at all the girls practicing. Raising my head up I could see how the clock would tick with every second that went by.

Till after two minutes my alarm went off. I clapped my hands and all the girls placed both feet flatly onto the floor.

"Go clean up and change. Class is over." I cleared my voice and headed off to the stereo.

"Proffesor!" I turned around to see two students who lingered.

"You two will be late to class after all sports time is over. Head off to class." I muttered holding onto my jacket that hung at the door.

"Some guy outside your class gave us something to give to you." One told me I turned in shock.

"Girls! You shouldn't accept anything from a stranger. Give it to me." I said walking over to them worried. "Are you safe? Did that stranger do anything to you?"

"No, he told us that he won't do anything and he isn't a stranger he said he knew you and told us his name. Kunikida." They announced and I sighed in relief.

"He isn't a stranger but no accepting anything from people you know even if I know them. It isn't safe. Promise me, girls." I bent over holding their hands and they nod. The girls gave me a box it was a bento with a note on it. I lift it up and opened it.

"Dear Y/n. Next time when you wake up early to make me a bento remember to take your very own bento with you. Forgetting it will just have the idiot eat what you made." I opened the bento to see an empty bento with another note. I open it to read what it has. "Apologises but the idiot himself did end up eating your food. So because you finished work today how about we head off and eat at a restaurant instead. Ps. Look out the window." I turned to see one man there a blonde with glasses.

A man who could never tell himself that he cared for me in person. The one who calls me an idiot or gets flustered when I show affection to him in the slightest. Yet he will always come to support me during my shows when I danced. He had the agency to help my students set up their show. He cared truly if it wasn't for his way of showing it many would think otherwise.

Kunikida would a hundred percent show up to your shows when you used to perform

He would also just help around during your student's shows

Plus he is known for always walking you home being there every time your shift is over to pick you up and walk you home

Dazai

I held my breath as I finished my last move of the concert. The entire crowd started to cheer out for us as I stood there under the hot lights. My hair is still perfect as if I just started. I was sweaty and all I could think about was getting out of my shoes and being barefoot around my very own apartment.

But there was only one voice that yelled louder than the very crowd. One voice cheering for my name as they called out for me. That voice was a shock to me. I turn my head to see the person who belonged to that voice.

"WHOOOOOO!" He stood at the front of the crowd where his face was clear as the day his bandages up in the air and his hands clapped for me. I couldn't help but smile. His face was rare to see ever. Yet he made it, to see me.

Everyone walked by me and they grabbed me to walk closer to the end of the stage. We all took a bow as flowers were thrown toward us and I raised my head to see Dazai holding a bunch of flowers in a bouquet. He threw it towards me as I grabbed it and kissed my hand blowing a kiss his way.

Dazai doesn't always go to your concerts he is pretty busy but when he does he'll make everyone know you are the best

He is loud always yelling your name while clapping

He will always be in the front to see him

He always has gifts for you some are well stolen from people sometimes he pays but he is always gonna come with something to give you

Ranpo

I took a deep breath trying to fix my makeup before I get back on after the break. I felt so stressed out as I sweat so much already from the first part. The second part was ten times more extreme than the first part. I felt like I was gonna vomit especially because I was gonna be the main focus for half of it.

"You know stressing about it will make it worse." I turn quickly to see the one man who made my day better just by being here. I smiled and ran to him my arms wrapped around him and held him tightly.

"You're here!" I cried out as I felt weak and fell to my knees my arms still wrapped around him.

"I couldn't find the train to get here so I am a bit late. I had to run in the rain to find this place." He admits.

"It doesn't matter at least you are here. Here, with me." He sat down on the floor to be on my level and stared at me in the eyes. He then pulled a chocolate bar out and stuffed it in my mouth. My eyes widen.

"I know you aren't supposed to eat something before the show but trust me one bar of chocolate will make you feel better I promise." I chewed on the bar and my muscles relaxed.

"Ranpo, food is always the answer for you, and today I must agree on it." I giggled.

Ranpo always shows up to your show he is just late every single time

He is there to calm your nerves the most to the point that the one in charge has him with backstage passes to talk you down

He has gone to the point of traveling the world to see you

He has snacks all the time even if you don't eat during shows or before

He will always be your number one show going to auditions with you all the time

[abbynx]

La Squadra Esecuzione during prom Headcanons

So like.... A normal AU of sorts combined with High School AU so yes Genre: Romantic, headcanons, crack-ish, AU Warning: Alcohol consumption, teen drinking

Formaggio: - Goes to prom sporting a white dress shirt, orange bowtie, tanned suspenders, tanned pants and dark brown dress shoes. Also wears a gold watch and a brown fedora with a green lining - He picks you up rather late, but he knows the vibes with people during prom and usually, the time of meeting plan will usually be delayed due to unexpected disasters occuring. - Has a bouquet of cliché ass roses to give to you when you meet. As soon as he lay eyes on you, his mouth would be a crack open, eyes wide. Once you point his out, he tried to recover from this with a clear of his throat, and checks you out. "Damn bro, you look beautiful." His voice would crack if he were to continue to speak. Will forget to give you the flowers, so point this out and he will practically almost shove on your chest and will profusely apologize if he were too rough. - Will hog the buffet. If there's no buffet, he'll be intensely disappointed and the whole prom night will be ruined. But you're by his side, he's happy... Bust still he will be a little hangry >:( - He will photobomb in every picture his gang will take. So if you want a picture perfect picture to be posted on Instagram, there will be a blurry figure of this dude making kissy faces or sticking his tongue out. Join him if you want, it'll make him happy while the others will pissed at you for not getting your date a leash to stop him from messing around. - He'll egg you on to spike the punch with alcohol. If you're not willing to risk your school record, he'll do it himself and will succeed at it. Now watch the chaos unfold as students get unknowingly drunk. - This boy will be busting down the moves on the dance floor. So get your dancing shoes on, and DANCE— - When the slow dance music comes on, he'll smoothly ask you for your hand for (marriage—) a dance. So if he is extremely hyper whilst dancing to pop, hip hop or whatever lovely music the DJ was playing, he is very distinctively different. Very slow, very gentle, very soothing. Just swaying by the music as the night ends. Often times he'll let you take the lead of the dance and hes okay with that. "You know Y/N..." He breathes out, as he lets you take the lead to the waltz. "I could get use to this... Us dancing like this... Inourweddingday—" "What?" "Nothing." He smirks, before letting himself be dipped down and twirled up again. Illuso - Goes to prom wearing a white dress shirt, light grey pinstripe waist coat with a matching light grey pinstripe pants, white gloves, black dress shoes and a purple necktie with a silver tie clip. He ditched the six pigtails in favour for a high ponytail secured with a purple hair tie. - Pretty boy here will be looking extra pretty tonight! No surprise that he brought a mirror with him to touch on his appearance multiple times. You will see him spray his face with those mist sprays to touch up his appearance. - He is fashionably late due to him tending on his appearance, but he makes it up to you by bringing flowers and sweets! Once he lays eyes on you, he plays cool by smirking but omg he is squealing inside. "Good evening, Caro/a. You look ravishing." He kisses the back of your hand, whilst keeping an intense eye contact. Bro, idk how you will stay calm and composed by this— - Will photobomb pictures with Formaggio, except he poses like a model instead of making funny faces. - Will get unknowingly tipsy from the punch and flirt with you and will be extra touchy, slinging his arm around your shoulders when sitting down, and will wrap his arms around your waist. "Caro/a~ you look so damn hot in your dress/suit~" - Refuses to stand up and dance to lively music. Let Formaggio and the others egg him on and with the influence of his tipsy-ness, before he takes offense and dance like there's no tomorrow. So if you're not dancing with him, get your camera's out, Melone has his one out. - Will not stop giving you compliments, so enjoy getting bombarded with it every single time. This behaviour is being influenced by a little drop of alcohol and encouraged by

what he truly feels about you. So enjoy while it lasts. He is extra clingy, and will accompany you everywhere you go. If you manage to slip away from him, he might just cry searching for you. "Caroooo/aaaa where are youuu?" - And amidst the slow dance part, he will indulge and lead. So prepare, bro, he has prepared himself just for this moment. He gives me pompous theatre kid vibes, so expect the dance to be so grand and fairytale like that students would be staring at you two. Prosciutto - Whoooooo bro, if he looks glamorous like he normally does, it will be multiplied tonight in Prom. Like bruh chill, you're attending a high school prom, not your own wedding— So for prom he is dressed to his best, sporting a black dress shirt, navy blue waist coat, a dark navy blue double breasted coat with small, gold vine designs around the cuffs of the sleeves, navy blue pants, yellow necktie with navy blue curly vine detailing and a pair of black dress shoes. His hair is styled the same, because he looks hot with it. - He is very quick at preparation, and so he expects you to be the same. If not, he'll take the time to assist you in preparation whilst sternly lecturing you about the importance of time management. Once finished, he'll press a kiss to your cheeks and compliment how you look. "You're glowing, my love," he whispers to your ear, before standing straight and offering you an elbow. "Shall we?" - Refuses to get up and dance to lively music, because he thinks it's too peasant-like 💅✨ No amount of egging will convince him because he thinks he's too sophisticated for something like that - He snuck his own bottle of alcohol because he doesn't want to drink the punch spiked with cheap alcohol. This boy I swear. - Prosci is extremely classy, a huge gentleman, the type that will take his coat off and lend it to you if you're cold or offer you his handkerchief when you cry or whatever, will pull you a seat, etc etc. - Will only get up to dance when the music has gone slow and the lights are dimmed. He will step out of his seat, serve you a bow and offer you a hand. And with low, velvety baritone voice, he ask, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He leads the dance with grace and elegance enough to match with your capable pace. If you don't know how to dance, he'll take it slow and teach you the basic, let get the hang of it. He doesn't really care if you know or not, he just want you in his arms. - This is where most likely where you'd share your first kiss. Dancing the night away, chest to chest and clinging to each other whilst everything around you slowed and faded away, gazing into each others eyes until your sight suddenly darts down to his lips when he got the same feeling you wanted to share something amidst this evening to solidify your relationship with each other and take it to the next level. And so he'll gently lean, press his kiss against yours, and pulling away, only to go for it again. Pesci - Goes to prom wearing a black dress shirt, green bow tie, white coat that he left open, and some regular black shoes. He opted to dress simple unlike his overly grand older brother because of his insecurities getting to him first. - Very nervous. Like, shit bro, his hands were extremely clammy causing Pesci to be scolded by Prosciutto yet again for being nervous for no reason. - He was too damn chicken to ask you out to prom, and is now wallowing in his own misery by drowning himself drinking the funny tasting liquid Prosciutto brought with him, just watching you from afar laughing with your friends. Formaggio and Prosciutto are his biggest wingmen and are actively encouraging him to go get it, but Pesci was too damn shy. "Pesci, Pesci, Pesci," Prosciutto lectures, caressing his brother's face. "You and I both know you're good enough for Y/N. Look at them, they just stand still and miserable whilst their friends left to dance with their own partners. Are you going to allow that?" "Come on, Pesci! You can do it!" Formaggio chimes in. - And so with the egging done, Pesci sucks a

breathe and walks to your table when your friends have gone to dance the night away with their partners. He was a sweaty mess, opting to run away the last minute, when Prosciutto and Formaggio pushed him forward, which automatically got your attention. "Oh hi, Pesci!" He felt his would left his body when your attractive face turned to him with a smile. His chest hammered heavily, drowning his ears out with heavy cacophonous beats of his own heart. - So there you were, just smiling at him, confused to why he approached your table and just stared at you. You noticed the way he trembled, connected two and two together and stood from your seat and offered him your hand. "Would you like to dance with me?" "Y-yes— I would love too!" The two wingmen were disappointed Pesci didn't initiated the suave introduction, but it is what it is. - Be patient with him, he is a nervous wreck and will profusely apologize when he accidentally stepped on your toes, and his palms were constantly sweating and will stop the dance just so he can wipe your hands with his handkerchief, apologizing. - So what you're gonna do is to put your hand atop his shoulders and look him in the eyes. "Pesci, calm down. It's just me. Breathe." And with that, his nerves are a little settled, took a breathe and regained a small bit sense of being calm and let you lead the dance. - After the dance ended, bows were exchanged, you gave him a peck on the cheek. "Let's go out tomorrow, yeah? Let's meet up by the park at five thirty. I'll see you there." You smirked up at him, before escorting him back to his seat. The boy was left speechless, but the red on his face says it all. Once you're out of ear-shot, Prosciutto and Formaggio would cheer for Pesci. Melone - Wear a violet dress shirt, a dark lavender waist coat, an extremely dark shade of purple coat, a magenta cravat, black shoes, and black gloves. I headcanonned him to be wearing a violet rectangular rimmed glasses due to his bad eye sight on his right eye during his younger days, so he's going to prom with his glasses off and with contact lenses on. His hair would be up to a half ponytail fastened by a crystal rose hairpin. - He came to you your house to pick you up, straightening the cravat on his chest, ready to fluster you to no end when he came face to face with you. You're too attractive that he lost his voice for a moment. He was too nervous too check you out and be a perve about it, holy shit why are you so damn beautiful djfnfkdjcjndcjmd - He looks suave, but honestly, he is a wreck. There will be moments wherein the charming veneer he has will collapse with the form of a voice crack or a stammer, but will immediately clear his throat and rephrase what he has to say. "H-hello Y/N uUHm—" his voice cracked, forcing his hand to fly up to his mouth to clear his throat and recover his charming veneer. "Good evening, Y/N. You look divine as always, tesoro~" - Honestly, just the best fucking person to be prom date and boyfriend because he will never bore you at all! Not with his four hundred choice of topic, you are not going to get bored! And besides, who does not want to hear this nerd talk passionately about his interest, interesting facts and whatnot? Don't you dare shut him up, look at that glimmer in his eyes when he's talking, you wouldn't want to ruin that right? - He. Will. Take. Pictures. A lot of it. Not just of the two of you together, but with his friends as well because he holds them dear to his chest. He will manage to get a shot of the two of you together without Formaggio photobombing in the background. So get him to take your picture for your new profile picture in Instagram or something because his photography skills are heavenly! And he doesn't really kind taking pictures of you, in fact, he loves that he gets to have more of your photos! - Will get easily jealous. And by that, enjoy Melone practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving an overly sweet smile towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that

sweetie 😘 - Yo, due to his extremely overwhelmed reaction of your beauty, he won't stay silent for a minute to compliment you. Like, at all. But he's not charming about it, no, it just subconsciously slips out whenever he's deeply staring at you with sunset eyes and just the most adorable grin ever, whilst his heart within his chest can't stay still. And within this moment, he couldn't help but to press a gentle kiss on your lips because of how deep his desire and trance was. Will apologize frantically once realization struck him that he shouldn't be doing that without your consent and will sputter apologies. So kindly shut him up and return his kiss and that will leave him into a smiling wreck. - As soon as the music changed into a slow pace, the lights dimmed and the mood changed, he nervously looks over you and holds his hand out. "Would you like to dance, tesoro?" He graciously asked with an edge of anxiety in his voice. You simply smiled and put your hand atop his and let him lead you into the dancefloor and let him lead the dance. There's nothing more heavenly than being with you, to be honest. He's in peace but at the same time, panicked because a divine deity such as yourself decided to look more into his perverted character and saw a passionate nerd residing in him. You didn't look at him with revulsion, you laughed with him, and you love him. There's nothing more he could want than feeling your warmth and love. Ghiaccio - He doesn't really like the prom at all, and will bitch just about everything, to the food, the venue, etc like chillax Elsa— so his main complaints is that he sees this as a waste of time and money, as apparently this is just any other time in school, just in the middle of the night, dressed in formal attires. And for that thing in mind, he thought that getting a date was useless. Pfft, as if he can resist you—He wasn't going to attend this dumb event when he heard some boys wanting to ask a certain h/c friend of his into a date as a prank. So Ghiaccio squared the fuck up, and asked you out in a date, rather straightforward and blunt about it, so go and accept! - Sis be unrecognisable omg, you'd have to hear him scream about etymology before recognising this nerd lmao So he's out to go to prom wearing a light blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, white and blue gingham patterned waist coat, red bow tie and black shoes. His hair is out of its curls, slicked back and he's wearing contact lenses and ditched his glasses. - Very confused as to why he attended for your sake, but went through with it because he can't stand seeing his friend experience that kind of pain. I mean, he can just tell you not to accept their offer, but he insists! "I'm not asking you out on a prom date because I wants to! I just doesn't want to those cazzos to take advantage of you!" He persists to insist with his furiously red, discoloured face. - Boi, stop teasing him before he turns completely red, voice at the its highest peak, and mad at you, because with your attractive looks alone he already can't control the colour of his face. If you stop, however, that doesn't mean La Squadra won't stop teasing him about it. So do him a favour, scold the others and give Ghia a break. - Warms up at the idea of prom because he realised how his friends and classmates enjoyed this... Especially you. The way you would just sit, listen to the music whilst eating, watching other students just vibe? Well admittedly he isn't warming up to it because his peers are enjoying it... But it's because the way you smile watching others enjoy this event. He is a massive tsundere but a romantic sap at heart, please help this boy— - So dancing... What you expected him to know how to dance? PFFT— NO, OVER HIS DEAD BODY— anddddddd somehow he found himself in the middle of the dancefloor, aggressively flailing his limbs around after Formaggio and Illuso called him incapable of doing so. - At the end of the night, once slow dancing was in session, he is a bit of hesitant to dance with you, as you saw him

dance earlier. He just does not know how to and other than that, he freezes up when he is within close proximity with you. But dang it Y/N, why do you look so damn envious watching your classmates dance? So Ghiaccio sucks it up, sighs and stood from his seat. "Wanna dance?" He grumbled. Oh bich, you better accept because he's only doing this once! - So he tried his best to ease up, lead the dance and just tries not to make a mistake. He's generally having a good time despite being so stiff and with his brows knitted together, I assure you he is enjoying! It's just his default appearance and he is really intensely focused on not stepping on your toes. Like the prom, he warms up to dancing because seeing you smile just makes him smile too. This would be the moment wherein he'd find beauty within your eyes in which he never looked upon before. He was always so drawn to your eyes just staring off into space, but never has he seen them up close... And they were certainly more prettier now that he is up close. Risotto - Like Ghiaccio, he doesn't see the point in going to these events. I mean, there's socializing but don't students do that every day already? He wasn't going to attend prom, seeing that he really doesn't know what to do in these events... Until you asked him out to go, so wyoom— fuck that, he's going! - Having the lack of knowledge about prom and being so indecisive regarding what he can wear, mix that with his desperation to impress you— he asks the only fashion Diva he knows of, Prosciutto over for advice or better yet, pick at the clothes in his closet for Risotto to wear. - He ended up going to prom wearing a black double waist coat and pants with silver pinstripes, red dress shirt, black and white stripped necktie, silver chains connected to his coat and pocket watch, and also black shoes. He let his hair down, combed down and parted to the side. - Mostly silent during prom, just watching other people vibe whilst drinking from the alcohol Prosciutto snuck in. He's not really comfortable participating into the party, he's more into watching them just vibe but he would appreciate it if you'd stay by his side not because he looks lonely, but you just genuinely want to stay with him and/or you're uncomfortable mingling with the crowd as well. - Will have his finger entwined with you the whole evening, complimenting you and your choice of clothing for the night. He just appreciates your company and secretly hopes to himself that you wouldn't ditch him for being so boring since he doesn't really what to do in these sorts of situations other than being a wallflower. It was selfish of him, but he knows you love him~ "Promise you wouldn't leave me?" Risotto whispers, his thumb stroking your hand for reassurance. "What? No!" - Will get easily jealous because he feels so damn self-conscious that he really doesn't know what to do in events like this! And by that, enjoy Risotto practically clinging to you, tightening his grip around your hand and giving a look towards the person making him jealous. Good luck with that sweetie 😘 - The only moment wherein he'd be getting near the crowd to mingle would be with you... He wanted you to experience something from him this night and so he decided to dance with you at the end of the night. And so when the mood was set in for a slow dance, he timidly hold his hand out for you to take, with his intense gaze boring to yours, he asks of you, "May I have the honour to dance with you?" - He'd have the biggest, most fucking loving smile when you accept as he gently takes your hand and lead you to the dance floor. There is, admittedly, a problem with the height difference but fuck that, you just wanted to dance. He just wants you to know that he's very appreciative of his nature to be unsociable and despite that, you stuck around with him instead of abandoning him to bond with your other sociable peers, and that he's the luckiest boy alive to be having such an understanding, such kind and thoughtful s/o. "Thank you... Very much, Y/N." Gelato and

Sorbet - Gelato would be dressed with a black turtle neck, dark grey coat, dark grey pants and shoes, with a silver chain hanging around his neck. His hair at its usual style. - Whilst Sorbet attended prom dressed in a white dress shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows, brown waist coat with light brown pinstripes, with matching brown pants with the same pinstripe pattern, dark brown necktie and brown shoes. - Will lounge around like Risotto, and just vibe with the music, ya know? If you're up for some dancing with the three of them, hell ye sure, because there's nothing more enjoyable than spending with each others side! - If ever you decided not to drink, watch over Gelato with Sorbet because that boy will drink and his tolerance is whack. So not only are you on guarding duty with Gelato, but as well as the rest of La Squadra. So please, don't drink, Sorbet would very much appreciate for someone to be as sober as he is to deal with your drunken friends. "Gelato, please put the bottle down and get off the table—" Sorbet tries to lecture, whilst the aforementioned person tips over at rhe slightest with a bottle of alcohol at hand. "Y/N could tou help me over here?!" - Both of them are very chatty, surprisingly knows a lot of juicy gossips about teachers and classmates alike but they clarify that you should not repeat what you hear. So either you're out there dancing, or gossiping about everyone in school as you sat by your table. "Did you know Regina is cheating on Aaron?" Gelato whispers lowly meant for only your and Sorbet's ear. "Omg, really?" You whispered back. "I knew there was something up." Sorbet adds. - Three person waltz anyone? Hell yes. So all you need is precise movements and grace, but that's already taken care of since you three practiced in advance for this! It doesn't really matter if it were to be performed well, y'all just wanted a good time at each others company and that's that. - At the end of the night, Gelato's passed out from alcohol like the rest of La Squadra except of Pesci, you and Sorbet. So good luck loading your drunken friends into the vehicle. ~ Bonus ~ Prom King: Illuso Best dressed: Prosciutto Best dancer: Formaggio

[rein-ette]

Are you still working on your Commonwealth study? Do you have any thoughts on Arthur's relationships with his colonies apart from Canzuk + US?

Not properly, unfortunately with exams and then work I haven’t had mental/emotional capacity to do real research (and probably won’t for a while 😔). But I have continued to think about and develop certain relationships, and I think I also have old hcs I’ve never shared, so I’ll put those down!

Born into the Empire

Australia

@oumaheroes has already done such great hcs on him idk what I can add, but basically he was a little bit of a rowdy child, always breaking windows and shattering fancy pots, never able to sit still. I think rainbow once mentioned that Ken (short for Kenneth, my name for Aus) was a lot like England as a child in his curiosity and energy, and I wholeheartedly agree. But I think Arthur’s intensity was more inwardly directed, pushing him to pursue and master new talents and learn whatever he could, while Australia is a little more carefree in his love for the outdoors, exploring, jumping around and off things, little wild animals. Unfortunately for him, he was born in a period of the empire when Arthur was very serious about his kids education, and therefore often praised those who studied hard and learned fast, which really just wasn’t Australia’s cup of tea. Australia took this kinda hard and thought he was the “dumb” one in the family that Arthur was always scolding, but in reality Arthur knew and appreciated that Australias interests lay elsewhere — he was just a frustrated, tired, parent who really wanted to give his kids the best while also holding his empire together, two goals that were never going to fit well in the end and would completely exhaust him.

As Australia’s grown older he’s realized a bit of this (not entirely, though) and also that 1) he really did break a lot expensive things and cause general mayhem 2) scolding us Arthur’s way of showing he cares, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have payed attention to him at all 3) despite being a penal colony, he was still one of Arthur’s more “legitimate” children (being white and a boy) and was therefore still incredibly privileged — never having to question, for example, why it was that Arthur was his dad, if it should be this way, or if he had a seat at the family table at all (more on this later).

New Zealand

Zee, from birth, was a clear favourite. Obedient, calm, quietly intelligent, he would also later develop a blistering sense of humour which combined with his appearance made it overwhelmingly clear who’s child he was. If Ken questioned his place in the family because of his poor academic record and others did because of their appearance/race/other complications, Kaelan never had such problems; his siblings called him the “prince.” Zee, however, also had a charm that, like Matthew, endeared him to his siblings and mostly protected him from jealousy, though he certainly still had issues with being called a try hard, daddy’s boy, bossy, arrogant. Certainly as a child Zee was a little prideful and, under that unperturbed demeanour, willful, but he grew out of it by the 20th century and became one of those most trusted by Arthur, second only to Matthew. He’s also always been inseparable from his brother Australia despite their differences, and today they both have one of the healthiest and most amicable relationships with Arthur of any nation, let alone former colonies (family road trips, every summer).

Bermuda

I absolute fell in love with this girl after reading about here, once, in this fic by @shachaai, and after that my mind just ran away with me. For me, her human name given to her by Arthur just has to be Ariel — for the little mermaid reference, yes, symbolizing her connection to the sea and stunning good looks, but also because:

1. Ariel is a biblical name, meaning lion of God. This makes sense to me, because Bermuda began as a Portuguese trade post, so Arthur definitely consulted our resident bad catholic Port before naming her.

2. Ariel used to be boys name. This also makes sense, because I hc Bermuda was and still is a tomboy. Bitch is fierce, takes no prisoners, and has zero filter. Her letters to Arthur, which all the colonies sent so Arthur could keep an eye on things, were full of shit like “I swear to god if the Spanish don’t get out of my waters I might eat one of them,” and “father, I asked you for destroyers two months ago, and yet you sent them to Hong Kong — could you explain this most unusual occurrence, surely it’s not that you forgot”, and “thank you for the harpoon on my birthday, I caught a small shark a couple days ago and have sent you some of its teeth for your collection.” Arthur tolerates this attitude because he’s weak when it comes to girls; he absolutely spoils his daughters (and flushes like a 16 year old when a woman so much as bats her eyelashes at him). Yes, p*ssywhipped Arthur is a hill I will die on.

3. It also suits her because? Ariel? Shakespeare? The Tempest? Bermuda Triangle? Shipwrecks? Daughter-like figure of powerful and vengeful sorcerer? Yeah. And this girl is a fire spirit — she is so lively, snarky, clever. As she’s grown older she’s mellowed out a little, but still: a no shit taken, no fucks given type of gal.

4. Speaking of growing up, she’s also become quite the beauty. Shacha, if I’m remembering correctly, described her as dark skinned, wavy-haired, and green eyed and that image has been burned onto the back of my eyelids ever since. Those Iberian genetics really be pulling through for her, that’s for sure. Engport love child if I’ve ever seen one. Definitely one of the prettiest in her family.

Singapore

I’ve already mentioned this to needcake, but I’m not too big a fan of canon Singapore, so this is my oc version. Singapore is fascinating to me because it had only a very small local population before it became a colony (The original settlement had actually been destroyed by the Portuguese about two centuries before the British started building a port there.) So nation-tans like Singapore and Bermuda really are Arthur’s children in the most direct sense of the word. And yet, Singapore is mostly ethnically Chinese, with Malays being the second largest group. Growing up Asian in a white, Victorian era family surely cannot have been easy and more than once Singapore probably wondered if there hadn’t been some mistake. To make up for the constant fear that he wasn’t “really” British, Singapore studied ferociously and had a truly terrifying work ethic. I’m not sure if this is common knowledge outside Asian circles, so I’ll mention that this hc comes from the fact Singapore is well known for having truly exceptional students and some of the most prestigious schools. Singaporeans score highly in literally everything and they have an advantage with good English learning environments, a highly desirable trait in Asia, but these results come from brutally long hours — and its really saying something that they’re known for working hard, considering the studying ethic of students in Korea, Japan, and China aint nothing to sneeze at, either. To me this actually fits really well with Singapore’s upbringing in Arthur’s household, because Arthur himself prizes intelligence and hard work above all else, being a workaholic himself.

As for their relationship, it was probably the best when Singapore was young and peaked in the 1930s with the massive naval base the British built at Singapore, at the time the largest dry dock in the world. Singapore was a well-behaved child, not necessarily introverted but not rowdy either, and all the way into his teenage years he truly admired Arthur and was proud to be a part of the British Empire, despite his lingering unease and insecurities. The British defeat in World War II, however, was a massive turning point. He had worked his ass off to be a good son, a good brother, to contribute to the only family and system he had ever known, and he had thought by the 30s he was finally on his way to becoming a fine adult. And suddenly, the British surrender brings his entire world crashing down. He had followed the rules faithfully thinking it was his destiny, but suddenly it was clear that all rules were made up. Of course, his insecurities exploded. If the empire was a ruse, what the hell was he? A part of the illusion? He couldn’t have a truly Asian identity, because many of the old East Asian nations shunned him for his Western upbringing, and he could not entirely understand their values either. So he was a kid who kinda had to figure out late and very very suddenly who the fuck he was and wanted to be.

And, well, he’s done pretty well for himself, hasn’t he. After having a total crisis and questioning everything, I think Singapore slowly started to realize that just because the British Empire as a political entity didn’t last forever, that didn’t mean that his entire childhood and identity weren’t real. The love he gave to his siblings and the love he got back, the hard work he put in, his bond with Arthur and the safe, happy childhood he had — those memories and feelings didnt have to be diminished by what came after. Essentially, he learned the lesson all nations have to learn, which is that one needs to be able to discern between duties as a nation and feelings as a human being, and to some extent keep them separate to protect both.

Whoooooo ok I’ll stop there because this turned into a dissertation, sorry. Let me know if there are any specifics u want me to elaborate on or anything I missed, but I’ll leave this here for today :)

[ernmark]

Juno Steel's Season 3 Finale Thoughts

Whoooooo boy.

Lots of thoughts. Lots of questions.

(spoilers under the cut)

A lot of this might be cleared up when I get my hands on that script, but until then:

Why was Sasha willing to destroy the Curemother Prime in order to kill Juno? That is a specific shot she made, and an incredibly valuable asset to destroy in the meantime. If killing him was more important than preserving the Curemother Prime, why did she attempt to spare him earlier-- or was it one of those 'bring him in alive' situations?

Is the Curemother Prime dead? Dead-dead? Or might some of it have splashed into Juno's open wound and hitched a ride in that weirdo blood of his?

Ruby is a Transformer now??? Like a T-2/Transformer hybrid? Is Juno gonna park on Io and then have the Ruby turn into like a necklace or a belt and just hang out with him so he has someone to monologue to? (Please!!!)

Who's waiting for him on Io (not waiting for him, per se, but he knows that somebody is going to be there)? Alessandra and her wife? Khan and family? Falco? Diamond?

Who set off the signal that lured Dark Matters to them? Right now the implication seems to be Peter, but I'm always up for a twist in the plot. (Peter's collector wanting to push him to actually get his ass in gear, perhaps?)

Who's side is Peter on, really? Was his preemptive escape him going along with that initial deal, or an act of cowardice and betrayal?

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Beyond that:

Alien road trip!

Seriously, though: we've seen Juno brought to his absolute lowest when he went out into the desert. We've seen him built back up again surrounded by support and loved ones and learn solid coping mechanisms. Now the scaffolding of that positive environment has been ripped away, and he's left to fend (almost) for himself. But this Juno Steel isn't the same one who came back from Miasma's tomb. He's taking the idea of Peter's betrayal in stride and then setting it aside-- not locking it away, but agreeing to deal with it when the circumstances permit. He's not resorting to self-blame or self-destruction, but taking an active role in getting out of there. He's trusting in himself and his family. And yes, he lashes out at the Ruby 7 for a moment, but it's a fairly brief moment, and then he calms down and they set out to work together.

Holy shit, you all. It's so amazing to see how he's grown.

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And really seeing the extent of that growth does in fact require pulling away those supports he's been holding onto. It's the real test, and that means he can't rely on Rita's ingenuity or Jet's wisdom, etc. This is going to be the larger, more extensive version of what we saw in the sewer with Small Fry, and I am so here for it.

But oh god, I hope the others are gonna be okay. Jet has the kind of faith that moves mountain ranges, but he's the one I most fear won't survive this.

Rita... I nearly cried when Rita admitted that she wasn't going to come with them. And of course she made out like it was no big deal, she just needed to take a detour, and of course Juno saw right through it and fought against her plan. But he trusts her, as much as she trusts him. It's a heartbreaking inversion of what we saw in Soul of the People.

And you'll notice that I keep circling around back to the end of the previous season, because there's a lot of parallelism going on. With the vibe I'm getting, this next season might just be the penultimate, if not the last season. It depends on how this next season is going to play out.

We've got this neighboring galaxy thing going on, with the Curemother Prime's origins, the memetic plague, and the Ruby 7-- all of which hearkens back to Season 1 with the Ancient Martians and Miasma.

We've also got a lot of untied strings involving the past. Peter's past, with his first love and his unspeakable debt; but also Diamond, Falco, and Hijikata; we've got the severing of Juno's relationship with Sasha, and what exactly happened that made their paths diverge. We've got Annie Wire-- I don't think we're done with her yet. And I'm still not about to let go of Marcus (aka, the mystery of the person who was mentioned in a S1 throwaway line that you can't even actually hear unless you're holding the script in front of you).

That's a lot of material to pack into a single season, but who knows?

[tinyboxxtink]

“Helpless” *Part 7*

WHOOOOOO buddies, this might be my favorite chapter so far. You’ll see why.... 

Master List

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 8

Tag List

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@word-scribbless

@dumauier

@chasingeverybreakingwave

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Olivia, Fin, Carisi and the other blonde detective, Rollins you thought-- came bursting into the kitchen at the noise, only to find you and Rafael standing there like kids with their hands in a cookie jar.

“We uh-- we thought…” Carisi stammered.

“Sorry, we’ll leave ya’ll to it. We’re gonna take off,” Amanda waved goodbye, shoving the rest of them out the door.

“Right...have a nice evening!” you called after them in a cheery voice, but slapped your hands over your face as soon as they were gone. 

“Christ...great, now they’ll be talking too,” you rolled your eyes.

“They’re not high school girls, they don’t gossip,” he scoffed.

“Uh huh...like we’re not high schoolers making out in the back room?”

“Two kisses hardly count as ‘making out’, carino,” He smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Carino means…” 

“Sweetie or honey, I know. Arianna speaks spanish. She calls you abogado,” 

“...You know spanish? Then why did you look at me weird when I called you camarera?” 

“She didn’t teach me, like a Rosetta Stone or something. She just says things randomly in spanish and tells me what they mean,” you explained, suddenly wondering how you got into this conversation.

“I see…”

“Okay this conversation has veered off into some weird little tangent,” 

“I agree, enough talking,” Rafael grinned devilishly, wrapping his arms around you again.

“DOWN, counselor,” you pushed his arms back to his sides. 

“You see this?” you gestured to the mess in front of you. “I gotta remake all of this before I can leave, and it takes FOREVER,”

“Well not if I help,” 

“Yeah OKAY, a big fancy lawyer is gonna sit here and do prep work,” you rolled your eyes, grabbing the onions and tomatoes to slice. Rafael grabbed some knives on a nearby shelf and handed you one.

“I cook, you know,” he took an onion and started chopping.

“Do you? Then why are you in here all the time?”  you raised an eyebrow while grabbing a tomato. 

“It’s not fun cooking for one person,” he replied, not looking up from the board.

“You don’t live with anyone?” The question made Rafael stop chopping and look at you.

“If I had a significant other, do you really think I would be here kissing you? Even pursuing you?” He gave you a look.

“Pursuing me….” you gave him a tongued smile. “I like that,”

“Whatever…” he shook his head with a smile. “The answer is NO; I’m a thirty something something with a very nice job, I live alone,” 

“Mmmmm I’m willing to bet you’re more of a forty something something, but I get it,” You smirked. “That must be nice, I’ve never lived alone,” 

“It gets lonely,” he shrugged.

“Oh yeah I’m sure, in a big penthouse apartment and your many books of mahogany,” 

“...Really?” he raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t know, I assume rich people have a lot of books, and I’m pretty sure mahogany is fancy…” You blushed, to which Rafael laughed. A real laugh; the crinkles of his eyes and his dimples as big as they were, you hadn’t seen him laugh like that up close before. It was intoxicating. 

“...What? Did I get an onion on my face?” Rafael knocked you from your daze; shit were you staring at him?!

“Wha-- no, nothing. I’m just tired,” you played it off, waving your hands dismissively. 

“Well I know you have the good stuff in here,” He walked away from the cutting board and over to your espresso machine, turning it on.

“Oh come on man, now I have to re-clean that!” You groaned. 

“It’ll be worth it, I promise,” Rafael kissed your cheek as he made cappuccinos for the two of you.

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About an hour had passed, and you two were finally done re-prepping all the prep work. Rafael had even helped you reclean the espresso machine. You did last minute checks and went outside, where Rafael followed. You locked the front doors and picked up your phone to look at it.

“SHIT, 1:45?! God, Ari must be freaking out,” you frantically looked through your history to make sure she hadn’t tried to call or text. She hadn’t. 

“Well, good night counselor,” You nodded, starting to walk to the subway; Rafael grabbed your hand.

“Oh no no no, I’m not letting you walk home by yourself at 2 am in the middle of New York City,” 

“It’s 1:45, and I’m a big girl. Trust me, I could knife a guy if I had to,” you protested.

“ ….‘knife a guy’,” he rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“I could! 

“Alright then humor me,” He pulled you around the corner where a town car was waiting.

“How did you--??”

“Uber never sleeps,” he opened the door for you and you slid in the backseat, Rafael slid in next to you.

“So do I just tell him my address or….?”

“I mean, unless you wanna go to mine,” he grinned devilishly again, that sparkle of arousal dancing in his eyes. It was very tempting.

“I….no I can’t, Ari will know,” you looked down, feeling stupid. It was as if Arianna was your mommy and you were out past curfew. Not like the two grown women equals you should be.

You gave the driver your address and he began driving. You felt Rafael put an arm around your shoulder, and for once you let yourself relax into him. You had literally never felt safer in your life, just being curled up next to him. So safe, so warm, so…

“...Y/N?” 

Rafael’s voice awakened you from the nap you apparently had just taken in his arms. 

“Oh...Oh my god! I’m so sorry, I must’ve fallen asleep,” You apologized, fixing his mussed dress shirt where you had been laying on it. There was even the tiniest bit of drool on it; god how embarrassing. 

“You most certainly did, you were even snoring a bit,” He chuckled at the horrified look on your face. “What? It was cute,” 

“God…” You leapt out of the car, trying to get your keys out as fast as you could to get away from this nightmare. 

“Hey, wait up!” Rafael got out of the car and followed you to the door of your building. 

“Okay, I made it home safe. You did your duty, counselor,” you saluted him, to which he took your “saluting” hand in his.

“That’s it? I spent hours chopping up things and cleaning, and all I get is  ‘job well done’?” 

“Well...what else do you want, a medal?” you teased him.

“How about…” He pulled you in for another kiss; and this time, you let him. 

The kiss lasted for what seemed like forever. The chilly New York air blew against your cheap plastic jacket and you shivered. Rafael took his huge pea coat and wrapped it around the two of you while you kissed, making it that more romantic.

Even after you broke apart, your arms were wrapped around his waist inside the jacket, your head pressed against his chest as he kissed your forehead and just held you. You didn’t want to leave him there, you knew for sure you had never felt this safe. With anyone. Not even Arianna. GOD, Arianna. Now you really didn’t want to leave him because you knew you couldn’t see him again; not like this.

Rafael felt something warm against his chest, and he pulled you back a bit from him, only to see you were crying.

“Ay carino...don’t cry, what’s wrong?”

“This is it,” you sniffled. “This is where this ends, and I don’t want it to,” 

Rafael sighed and put his hands on your shoulders, making you look at him. “Hey...this ends, when you say it ends. Not me, not Arianna, you,” 

“Rafael I told you I--” You started, but he put a finger to your lips.

“I told you, I’m not scared of Arianna. I lo--care about you, a lot,” He bit his lip when he stumbled over his words. A micro expression trying to hide the words he really wanted to say-- but you knew that already.

Even though it made zero sense of course, how could two people possibly be in love after a few days. Not even. Maybe your bullshit about a ‘connection’ wasn’t bullshit….not that it mattered anyway because this was never going to work out. Arianna would never let it happen. 

But for some bizarre reason, in that chilly doorway at 2 am, wrapped in Rafael’s coat-- you believed him. You believed that somehow, he was going to make this better. He was going to make it okay. And you were actually going to let him.

“...Okay,” you whispered.

“Okay? Really? Okay? Just like that? I thought I’d have to get on my knees and beg,”

“Do you want me to change my mind or do you wanna kiss me again?”

“Kiss please,” he smiled, pulling you even closer into his coat as he kissed you far deeper this time. He had to make this okay, he had to do something. He just had to. You never wanted to give this feeling up. 

“Give me your phone,” you ordered him this time, and he obliged. You programmed your number and handed it back to him.

“There. Now I can’t ‘ghost’ you,” 

“You can try, I’ll just blow up your phone with links of cute cat videos or something,” he grinned, kissing you one more time.

“Okay, seriously I gotta go upstairs. Arianna’s gonna wake up and see I’m not home,” 

“...Until we meet again then,” he kissed your hand and gave you the biggest smile you had ever seen on a human being. 

You walked inside your building and watched him until he got back into the town car and drove off into the night. Then you took the stairs up to your apartment, practically floating all the way there.

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When you unlocked the front door to your apartment, you tried tiptoeing through your living room. However, as you reached the two doorways of your rooms, you noticed Arianna’s light was still on. You debated heavily whether or not to check on her, she was never up this late. 

Maybe something had happened? Maybe she was worried about you? 

You peeked open her door, only to see ALL of her stuff strewn about her room in boxes, while she was throwing clothes into a suitcase.

“Oh good! You’re home,” She pulled bras out of her top drawer.

“W-What is all this--” your eyes darted around the room.

“Did you have a nice time with the abogado?” her question made your blood freeze.

“What? Wha--Ari, I told you--” your voice quavered.

“Yeah I know what you told me, and I also know that look of yours,” she laughed and shook her head.

“What look?”

“The same look you had for Bobby DiMucci in 10th grade,” She smirked. “The ‘oh my god I wanna marry you and have all the babies’, look,” she batted her eyes.

“There’s...that’s not--” you scoffed with a laugh.

“But that’s cool! I hope you guys had a very nice time, you certainly seemed to have a very nice goodbye,” She gestured downstairs. FUCK you knew it, she would be watching. 

“Y-You do…?”

“I do! Because we’re leaving,” Arianna grabbed more boxes out of her closet and tossed them at you.

“Wha--we’re-- NO, we’re not,” Your mind started running a million miles a minute, your body began to panic.

“YES, we are,” she stopped packing and walked up to you.

“Whether or not you and the ADA keep playing kissy face, he knows about us. And if he doesn’t take you down, he’s gonna take me down. And I can’t have that,” She explained as she continued packing.

“And I know you don’t wanna choose between us, so I’m choosing for you,” She circled the room, pulling stuff out from under her bed.

“We’re leaving, and you’re never gonna see him again,” She grabbed some of the boxes on her bed and tossed them towards you.

Your blood was boiling, your whole body was shaking. She controlled EVERYTHING in your life, down to what kind of soda you drank, or what TV show you watched. She wasn’t going to control this, she wasn’t going to take him away from you.

“I...Ari, NO,” you softly spoke.

“....Excuse me?”

“I’m not going with you,” you said louder, glaring at her.

 “If--If you wanna run because you think that Rafael is gonna ‘take you down’, which he ISN’T,”  “Then fine. I won’t tell him or anyone where you went. But I’m not going,” 

“God….baby girl,” Arianna dropped the boxes and made a sad pouting face, as if she was feeling bad for you; But then she went for something behind her bed. All of a sudden she was pulling out a gun, and holding it on you.

“Don’t make me do this,” 

“What the FUCK, Arianna? Why do you have a GUN?” You were freaking out, you didn’t know if you should run or throw something or shit your pants.

“Oh for Fuck’s sake Y/N we lived in a CAR, in NEW YORK CITY. Why wouldn’t I have a gun?!” she scoffed, moving closer to you.

“Okay but--but put it down, okay? Please?” You were now crying, basically begging for your life. How did you go from SO safe to now begging for your life?!

“I can’t do that, sweetie. Not until you agree to leave with me. Tonight,” She had tears in her own eyes, you knew she didn’t want to hurt you. She was scared. You knew she would never hurt you. 

“....Please, Arianna. Please don’t do this…” You pleaded through tears, very slowly reaching for the gun.

“YOU’RE DOING IT! YOU are doing this to us!” she screamed, waving the gun in your face. 

“I guess it is sort of my fault, I told you his name. I pushed you towards him. I just didn’t think he’d actually like you back,” she continued in a normal voice.

“Wow, just...wow,” you huffed.

“Not that you’re not wonderful, baby girl. Just...you know, not in his league,” 

“See but you were wrong, Ari. He does like me. No no no, He LOVES me, and I love him,” You were getting bolder now, how dare she start shitting on you and Rafael. That’s all she had done from the start, was tear apart and tarnish what you had. 

“Pffftttt, okay. After what, a few conversations and a few tongues down your throat? Gimme a friggin BREAK,” she scoffed, the gun still pointed at you. 

“Fuck you, it’s real.” You spat, unable to take the bullshit from her anymore. Arianna stared at you in shock; you had NEVER spoken to her like that.

 “And-And And if you DON’T want him coming after us, then this is the stupidest move you could make. Because he’ll fight for me Arianna, he’ll fight for me and he will WIN,” Tears still in your voice, but anger powered over them.

“God, look at you! Look at what he’s DONE to you. To us. It’s always been US, Y/N. Me and you, Bert and Ernie! Thelma And Louise! Bonnie And Clyde!” She gestured between the two of you wildly.

“NO, it’s been you using me,” you scoffed.

“Is that what he said?” She turned the gun sideways.

“It’s the truth!” you argued.

“NO IT’S NOT, and once we get out of here, you’ll forget about him. I promise, and then we can be happy again. Okay?” She had a psychotic smile, pulling you in for a hug, the gun pressed against your back. You had to get out of here.

“...Okay, Ari,” you finally gave in, throwing your hands up in defeat. You looked up at her with the saddest eyes you could muster, trying to convince her she had you beaten down once again. She hugged you again, and let you go. But she held tight to the gun. 

“I’ll go pack,” you grabbed some boxes and took them into your room. As soon as you heard Arianna resume packing, you ducked beside your bed and dialed Rafael’s number.

“Please pick up, please please please….”

[iwovhaikyuu]

FLAVORED SUGAWARA

(so this is a crackhead story so YAY!!!!. Sam came up with it and yee)

(I’m going to have a helluva time editing this -Sam)

Warnings: Make out, embarrassment,drinking (they all older) and yee

(IS YEE A WARNING?- OH MY FUCKING GO- -Sam)

(Y/n) Pov:

Today marks Koushi and I’s nineteenth birthday, and I couldn’t be more excited. In celebration we invited Koushi’s friends from the old volleyball club, plus some other friends of his, as well as some of my other former classmates and club members from Karasuno, and so far, everyone was having fun and fooling around.

As we dance, drink, and fool around, I felt a familiar warmth envelop my hand. Looking up, I see Eita smiling down at me. Pulling me away from the others, we find ourselves in a nearby hallway. As we start to talk and joke around, we eventually find ourselves sitting on the floor pressed against a wall. We spent a while longer catching up and before he pulls my face to his with a lustful and loving look in his eyes and smirks.

"Happy birthday, princess," He says with a chuckle, ultimately making my blush "I don't believe I gave you my present yet, have I?"

With my blush glowing more and more as he continues to speak, I shake my head no. He didn't actually give me a gift, and as much as I love him, it still broke my heart a little. "N-no you haven't" I managed to get out before I felt a hand on the small of my back and a small shove to push me closer to him.

"Then let me give it to you" He says before pulling me in a deep kiss and moved his hands to my hips, pulling me into his lap.

Surprised, I kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him deeper into the kiss. I feel his mouth open up and his tongue slither out, running across my lips asking for permission. I accept and open up for him, feeling our tongues fight for dominance.

Daichi Pov: (sorry no smut here. Talk to Sam about that)

(I just gave you fuckers an Eita smut, so you better be happy with that for a while. -Sam)

Hanging out with my best friend at his party has been awesome so far. People jamming out, drinking, playing stupid games,, it's been crazy.

While talking with the boys, I notice (Y/n) leaving with Koushi and I wonder what they’re are they doing, so I follow them. Eventually, they made it to a narrow hallway and sat down, and getting more curious by the second, I began eavesdropping on them - respectfully of course-  and all I heard was giggling and something about gifts until I heard something that caught my attention.

Small moans

Wet smacking

More giggles

I have to stop this! This is incest! THEY'RE TWINS FOR FUCKS SAKE!

I jump from behind the wall, not caring if they get mad. They’re 19, they should know this is bad.

"OI" I yell down the hall, causing the party to stop and everyone looking over at the siblings "Why are you guys making out?!"

"Um...cause we're together" Koushi said confused. His voice was a little bit deeper than normal. Huh, strange. "Is that a problem?'

I nodded at them "Yea that's a problem! You guys are siblings. TWINS for god’s sake"

"Um...Daichi..no we're not" Y/n replied. My god these two

"Yes you guys are and then your making out with each other. Ew-" I tell the two of them. I was going to say something before I feel a tap on my shoulder and hear someone clearing their throat.

I turn around and see.....Koushi? 'wait! If he's right here...' I think to myself and look back at the two of them. Getting a better look at who I thought was Koushi, I saw it was the former setter and pinch server for Shiratorizawa. Semi Eita if I remember correctly.

"I thought- you....him..." I say pointing at Semi then Koushi then back at Semi again. "Oh shit...I'm so sorry you two" I said, bowing "I didn't mean to, I swear"

"Daichi, it's okay. Don't worry I think you’re just drunk or something" (Y/n) says, awkwardly laughing at the current situation.

"WHOOOOOO GET IT BROO" A very drunk Ryuunosuke yells behind us and laughs.

(Y/N) POV:

As everything happen I keep blushing more and more and I look up (ha shorties [need I remind you that you are literally five foot nothing? -Sam]{JOKES ON YOU I GREW.....one or two inches...-Heydi}) at Eita and he looks back at me and smirks whispering in my ear 'I guess we can finish wrapping your gift soon' He smirks, giving me a kiss and getting up, walking back to the party, leaving me there on the floor in shock and a blushing mess.

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WHATS UP MY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE!

So um highschool started and oh boy I already hate it PLEASE GET ME OUUUUUUT

So since highschool is here (yay -_-) I will be really busy because I'm trying cram everything together with hobbies and school so yea

I hope you enjoy this crackhead story. Sam made the plot idea and I got it down(Thank you sam)) [i’m still amazed that you actually wrote it- -Sam]

Anyways. Requests are open so yea

[amuseoffyre]

In keeping with the season, here’s the Crossing Paths chapter about the resurrection because I still love it and it makes me grin every time I read it.

Outside Jerusalem - Sunday Morning - 33AD.

“What in Heaven’s name are you doing?”

Crowley squinted over her shoulder in the dark. “Nothing.”

The bloody angel was standing there, all agog. Good word, agog. Plenty to gog at. Gogging about. “I don’t believe that,” he said, folding his arms over his chest. He looked down at the two Roman guards in a heap on the ground. Only sleeping. Wouldn’t even notice a thing. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Crowley sniffed, then turned around and put her back against the bloody stone, pushing it. The edges dug in between her shoulder blades, but at least this time, it moved. Sort of. A bit. And then moved back. She said a rude word.

“Crawly!” The angel stepped closer and grabbed her arm. “Wasn’t the nail enough?”

“S’Crowley!” She flapped her hands. “Geroff.”

“Oh good Lord…” Aziraphale sighed like an annoyed mum. Not like… not like his mum. Not when she stood and watched and couldn’t do anything but be there for him. “You’re still drunk, aren’t you?”

Crowley scowled at him, trying very, very hard not to sway on the spot. “None your business.” She turned and shoved her shoulder against the stone again. Stupid damn thing had to move. Had to. Needed to make a disappearing act. Give the stupid humans something to go ‘Oooh!’ over. Piss off the stupid tin cans of the Roman legions.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale pulled her back. “Leave the poor man to rest in peace!”

“No!” Crowley squirmed against his grip. “Need to take him!”

“Why?!” Aziraphale demanded, tightening his hold. Angel was strong. S’pose he had to be. Guardian of Eden, he was. Not very good at it, but still like trying to wrestle an octopus. Octopus strong as a tank. Octo-tank?

“Cos!”

“That’s not an answer!”

“Cos!” Crowley repeated, wrenching and wriggling and squirming and finally going all floppy in the angel’s grip. “Cos…”

“Because what?” Aziraphale sounded grumpy.

Crowley stared down at the groove where the stone rested over the entrance to the tomb. Shouldn’t have been so bloody hard to move it. Just a rock. Not like humans hadn’t put it there. How hard could it be to get it out the way?

“He believed,” Crowley said finally, a whisper. “An’ if they come an’ he’s gone, maybe they’ll… maybe it might not have been for nothing? Maybe they’ll think he was…. He did….” She shrugged, all floppy limbs. “Wanna take him. Hide him. Somewhere safe.”

Aziraphale’s arms went all loose and he made a small sound like ‘oh’.

Crowley rubbed her nose on the back of her hand. “S’stupid.”

“No,” Aziraphale said very carefully and gentle, like Crowley was a scared lamb that’d run off.  “No, I understand. A last kindness for the poor fellow.”

Crowley sniffed hard. “Not kind. Stupid.” He peered at the angel. “Why’re you here anyway?”

The angel’s smile was sad. “A blessing,” he said. “The women, his followers, they’ll be coming to anoint him now that Shabbat is over.” He looked sideways. East, Crowley supposed. Sky was turning custard yellow over that way. Morning. Should’ve come earlier. Angel looked back at Crowley. “I know you have the best of intentions, my dear fellow, but–”

But they were coming. But she was too late. But voices were coming closer and he recognised several of them.

“Oh bugger,” she yelped. “Angel! They know me! They saw me! There! By the cross!”

The angel’s brow wrinkled in confusion. “So they won’t be surprised to see you here, then.”

“Not like…” Crowley waved wildly to her ripped dress, the blood and muck all over it. Sleeping in the gutter did that to a person. And now bits of stone and all and she hadn’t done anything useful or helpful or anything and she gave a stupid useless whine, plopping her face in her hands. “I just wanted– I bugger up everything!”

Warm hands grasped his shoulders. “Stand back,” Aziraphale said urgently.

Crowley stumbled, tripping and landing right on the middle of one of the Romans, who groaned and blinked.

Stone grumbled on stone. Aziraphale’s face was all pink with effort, but it moved. It all moved and the tomb was open and Crowley just had to get up and–

“What–?!?”

Crowley hissed in panic. Mary, the mum, the brave little thing, didn’t cry out, not the whole time, not until it was done, and then she had sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and Crowley didn’t– Crowley couldn’t–

White wings spread, hiding Crowley from them, shining and dazzling as the sun came over the edge of the world. “He is not here,” Aziraphale’s voice rang out like a bell. Crowley felt it all the way down to her bones, edged with miracles and divine influence, searing away what was left of her hangover. For a human, it was probably even worse. “He is risen!”

One of the Romans – the one Crowley was sitting on – gave a girly scream and fainted.

The women – the mother and the followers – lit up like Saints, belief dancing through them like fire, and Crowley peeked around Aziraphale’s wing as they turned and hurried back the way they came, talking urgently and excitedly.

Crowley struggled back to his feet. “What did you do?”

The angel folded in his wings self-consciously, twisting his hands anxiously together. “Er. I– do you think that was a bit much?”

“A bit?” Crowley echoed, gesturing after the women. “That was practically a multiple conversion!”

“I was trying to distract them!” Aziraphale wailed.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” Crowley exhaled, shuddering. “A bit much, he says.”

Aziraphale sheepishly fiddled with his ring. “Well, now you can…” He waved vaguely towards the tomb. “You know. Take care of things. Secret and safe and what have you.”

“Suppose I can.” Crowley warily edged around him, then paused. “Why did you do that?”

Aziraphale shrugged, staring at his toes. “Technically, it qualifies as a blessing. And they didn’t notice you, did they?”

Technically. Too bloody good at technically, that angel.

“Right,” the demon said, then bent and ducked into the tomb.

And then she bent and ducked back out.

“Angel,” she said, very, very carefully. “You know you told them he wasn’t here because he was risen?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t suppose there’s any chance their belief that he was gone would make it true?”

Aziraphale frowned. “No. Why would it do that?”

Crowley, feeling more than a little off – backwash from a full-blown angelic conversion would do that to a demon – jerked her thumb towards the tomb. “Funny thing,” she said. “It’s empty.”

Aziraphale’s eyes widened and he squeezed passed Crowley to duck into the tomb too. Not much point really. Tiny room. Not exactly like there was a hidden door at the back or enough space to swing a cat or anything.

“Where is he?” he demanded as he popped back out into the morning light.

“How should I know?” Crowley demanded. “Last I checked, they chucked him in there!”

“Maybe the Romans took him?” Aziraphale suggested.

“And stationed guards on an empty tomb? Come off it!”

“Well, if they knew it was empty…”

Crowley shook her head. “No! I–” She flushed. “I kept an eye on it.” She jabbed Aziraphale’s shoulder. “Had to be you. You and your whoooooo angel of the Lord bollocks! You went and…” She flapped her hands all… angelically. “You’ve… somethinged him!”

“Somethinged?” Aziraphale exclaimed indignantly. “If anyone’s going to… something anyone, it’s you!”

Crowley stared at him, then back at the empty tomb. It had the shape of a hell of a lot of trouble in the near and the distant future. “I wasn’t here,” she said at once. “No one saw me. No one saw anything. You… well, you can take credit on this one. However it pans out. Mystical disappearances, angel visions and stuff.”

“Crowley!”

The demon backed away a couple of steps. “Nice miracle, by the way. Thorough.” And she turned, hiking up her robes, and bolted off, bouncing off the bellies of the two supine Romans as she went. “Bye, angel!”

“Damn it, Crowley!” Aziraphale’s yell echoed after her.