#We're not perfect we're far from it we have our moments but just. Why.

[baby-yongbok]

Catch The Moment - Lee Know x afab!Reader

⤷ Content warning - Themes of pregnancy ⤷ WC - 0.8k ⤷ Summary - You tell Minho something special in the perfect place to capture it. ✧ Masterlist ✧

“It's gonna eat my money.” Minho scoffs as you drag him into the photo booth in the far corner of the busy arcade. 

You smile, rolling your eyes and mulling over the selections on the screen. You choose the decorations for your photos while he watches with a pout.

“Oh will you stop it, Min. It'll be fun, come on! We did this on our first date, remember?” You look into the camera and see that he's looking over at you on the screen.

“Yeah, well, these machines are old now. They never replace them, and -” He hushes when you press the start button. 

Minho lets his argument die on his tongue with a dramatic huff and eye roll that gets you chuckling.

“It's about capturing the moment, baby.” You take his hand in yours, looking over at him with a smile that softens his core a bit.

 “And what moment are we capturing exactly?” He looks down at you with a lopsided grin, his bright brown eyes shining down at you. 

Today’s outing was your idea. A cute date at a nearby cafe and the arcade after, just like your first date. 

“Well…” You trail off, smiling way too wide for him not to find it suspicious. “I have something to tell you.” The booth starts counting down to your first photo after going on its programmed spiel about how it works. 

Minho raises his eyebrows, intrigued. 

The shutter goes off. 

“What?” He looks over at the screen of the booth then back at you. It’s preparing to take the next picture. 

“You know it's taking the pictures right?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed.

You nod and he looks at you expectantly. The booth starts counting down again and you dip your hand into your jacket pocket and present him with a blue and white pregnancy test. You hold it in your palm, smiling up at him. 

He looks confused for a second, just a second before his eyes widen at the wand in your palm. 

The shutter goes off. 

“Wait.. you're serious? Jagiya, are you serious?” You giggle at him, red at the tips of his ears with sparkling wide brown eyes. You nod and the booth prepares to take the third photo. 

“I'm pregnant.” You announce through a toothy smile. Minho takes the test from you, staring down at the positive result with a sense of wild wonder. An excitement you've never seen him wear before. 

“You're pregnant.” He parrots as the booth counts down to the next photo. He breaks out into a smile, nearly bigger than your own.

The shutter goes off.

“We're pregnant.” You mutter, tears starting to well up in your own bright eyes.

 “How long have you… when did you take this test? What are… you're pregnant.” Minho rambles, his smile fading and reappearing seconds after as he processes the news. 

He settles on giving up on his questions for now. The booth prepares to take its final picture and Minho looks up at you. He doesn't speak. He can barely breathe with the pressure of shock and excitement multiplying in his chest every couple of seconds. 

His emotions are a mess but one thing is clear to him. One thing floats to the top of everything else and pushes him closer to you in the booth. The test is in his lap, his hands cup your cheeks and the booth counts down. 

“I love you.” He smiles, leaning his forehead against yours. A tear falls from your eye as some brim at his waterline. 

He leans in and presses a kiss to your lips, soft and sweet. You both can't help but to smile into it. 

The shutter goes off. 

“I love you so much. I can't believe this.” He mutters against your lips, kissing you again, a bit longer this time to hide the fall of his own tears.

The booth prints the pictures, ejecting them into the printer slot and Minho pulls away reluctantly to retrieve them.

You look over them together, smiling at the way it captured his reaction to the news perfectly. 

“You’re a sneaky little thing.” He smiles over at you. “You planned this. This is why you wanted to go out today, isn't it?” 

“Guilty.” You chuckle, wiping your eyes. Minho looks back into his lap and picks up the test.

“Let's do it again.” He takes out another five dollar bill and pops it into the machine. “Tell me all over again.”

“What happened to it eating your money?” You tease, quickly selecting the photo customizations again.

 Minho turns to you, moving the first print of photos out of sight. “I don't care about that.” You chuckle at his change of heart. The sparkle in his eyes gleams bright in the lights of the booth. 

He cups your cheeks again, “I want to relive that. Tell me again.”

The booth starts up and you smile up at him. “Tell me.” He doesn't try to hide the tears threatening to spill over this time. He keeps his eyes on yours, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

The booth counts down.

“I'm pregnant.” A tear falls. 

“Again” He mumbles and your own tears start to fall.

“We're gonna be parents.” You smile and he kisses you. Soft as a feather and full of love. 

The shutter goes off. 

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[jaysgirlx]

❝ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞

❥ pairing: valentines jason todd x f!reader

❥ summary: this is your first valentine's day with jason after well he died and came back, he needs everything to be perfect for you to make for all the lost time.

❥ warnings: bit of angst, mentions of abuse/torture, tons of fluff & smut, unapproving dad Bruce Wayne

❥ wc: 4.3k

"Jason stop it, c'mon Bruce is going to catch us" you squealed, while your boyfriend pressed kisses all over your neck. "I don't want you to get banned from seeing me again, especially with Valentine's upcoming!"

Jason groaned and lifted his head up from your hickey-stained neck. "Even if Bruce does ban me, there's no way in hell I'm missing our first Valentine's," Jason says, laying his head on your chest. The two of you comfortably lay in your bed, cuddling while your parents were asleep a couple doors down.

You'd grown up with Jason, you'd always known him as a troublesome kid but that didn't stop you from developing a crush on the guy. You never thought of saying anything until you learned he'd gotten adopted after his dad kinda just disappeared.

For weeks you'd missed him, you missed how dumb antics, you missed the way he was always following you around and you missed his dumb smile. God, you loved that cheesy grin he always gave you..

Until one day he appeared on your doorstep, telling you that Bruce, his new dad was finally allowing him to visit his old friends. You thought he'd forgotten you but it was far from it and you knew then and there you definitely had a thing for Jason Todd.

It still took a while for either of you to confess your feelings. You thought you would crack first but Jason did instead when he learned that some guy from your school had a crush on you. He didn't mean for it to come out but he was just so jealous, "Why go out with him when you have me huh? I'd make a much better boyfriend. Just go out with me"

He wasn't wrong because he did, a week later you were on the best date of your life. Jason took you to this amazing amusement park that was happening in the middle of Gotham City. The whole night was spent on games and junk food, and Jason Todd got his kiss on the cheek that wasn't from Barbara.

Over time your relationship developed into something more, you couldn't help but spend more and more time with him. He eventually asked you to be his girlfriend and you've been his ever since.

"Well, I don't want to risk it okay? You need to get home before Bruce notices, don't you guys have patrol tonight"

"Okay fine, fine but first, I have something for you princess"

You watch as Jason pulls out what looks to be a ring box. "Woah, wash slow your roll buster, we are only 15 you can't freaking propose!" you whisper scream, praying that your shock wouldn't wake up your parents.

"Princess calm down, it's just a promise ring," Jason said rolling his eyes as if this was normal. "I wanted to give it to you before our date tomorrow, so you'll already be wearing it"

Jason sat up a bit and cleared his throat while he looked at you nervously, "I'm not sure if I've made this clear but…I love you y/n. Like really love you and you're the girl I want to spend the rest of my life with. So I got this promise ring, it's like a sign of me promising myself to you if that makes any sense"

"You love me?"

"Yes, I love you y/n and you don't have to say it back okay? We're young, I have years to come to hear you say it"

You were silent as he slipped the ring on your finger. You could tell from the moment he opened the box it wasn't cheap but you couldn't complain he bought it for you. Because he loved you. And you wanted to say it back but you were scared, scared to fully accept that you loved him.

Jason didn't care if you said it back or not because, in his eyes, you were the only one who accepted him. He looked at you sweetly and gave you a soft smile before getting out of your bed and heading towards your window. Now was the time to say it, to tell him you loved him but you just couldn't m

"I'll see you tomorrow okay sweetheart? I'll pick you up at 7" He says climbing out the window with one of his cheesy grins.

At the age of 15, you'd never be happier to be young and stupidly in love with Jason Todd. Ever since he moved in with Bruce, the two of you didn't get to see each other a lot, and that caused tension between him and Bruce. Jason believed he deserved a later curfew so he could visit you but Bruce was against it, he didn't think it was safe.

Tonight Jason snuck out to see you, the two of you had Valentine's Day plans and wanted to confirm them and we'll spend time with you. You were his world, you were one of the biggest reasons he became Robin. You were the one he wanted to protect no matter what and you knew that.

What you didn't know was this would be the last time you'd ever see Jason at least until you saw his casket. The two of you never celebrated your first Valentine's and you never got to tell Jason how much he meant to you. You never got to tell him how stupid he was for sneaking out, how much you didn't deserve this wrong, and that you did love him back.

7 years later

Everything had to be perfect.

Currently, it was February 14th and Jason had woken up with what was probably the worst news he could've gotten over a phone call.

Dear Mr.Todd, we're sorry to bother you on such a busy day but your reservation at Gotham Restaurant has been canceled due to a surge of higher-paying customers. We can reschedule your reservation for free at any time. We are sorry for this inconvenience.

"You're kidding me right!" Jason yelled, banging his fist against the wall. Out of a day, it had to snow today huh? Your first Valentine's since the two of you got back together. The first Valentine's since he died. Jason had never been able to give you the Valentines you deserved and when the two of you got back together, he immediately started planning.

"No Sir, we are very sorry for this inconvenience and we can try and get you another reservation elsewhere but-"

"Nowhere else is going to have any free spot and even ignoring that my girlfriend wants to go the Gotham Restaurant not anywhere else"

Well, that is what you had told him when he asked what restaurant would you like to go to that you hadn't been to yet. This wasn't how today was supposed to go. Jason had the whole day planned out. What should've been waking up in his followed by breakfast in bed, shopping, lunch, more shopping, dinner at your favorite place, a movie, dessert at your favorite ice cream shop, and ending with hopefully some cuddling if you didn't mind was now all ruined.

Jason had needed today to be perfect especially after you got over the fact that your dead boyfriend was not only alive but also vililangte who was formerly a crime lord. The fact you still wanted to be with him after all this time bewildered him this led him to believe he was probably on thin ice with you so today had to be perfect.

Since it was already Valentine's Day he knew no other restaurant would have any space for a reservation so that meant he'd probably have to cook the two of you dinner. Jason had quite the stocked fridge so he didn't see it as a bad idea but he knew you'd be disappointed for sure.

His entire relationship was riding on today being perfect and it was already failing. While Jason tried to get dressed he quickly noticed that it was already passed 8 o'clock. He was late, He said he'd make you breakfast in bed at 8 which made him late. Could today get any worse?

And it did when you told him you wouldn't eat breakfast with him because your boss really needed you at work for a couple of hours and he had already been on his way to your apartment. "I'll be back early enough for us to go shopping, and go to the restaurant. mkay? I guess we'll have to miss the movie" you said through the phone while simultaneously getting dressed for work. "Can't wait to go the Gotham Restaurant, can't believe you got us a reservation babe."

"Yeah about that…" Jason couldn't do this, he couldn't tell you that actually, you guys weren't getting dinner anywhere and that he was going to cook at home. You sounded so excited and so happy and he didn't want to be the reason that went away. "You'll love it alright. I'll pick you up from work around 6 for your shopping spree and then we'll get dinner"

"Jay I don't need to go shopping, dinner is enough really-"

"I want to take you shopping okay? I have enough saved up to spoil you and that's what I plan to do sweetheart"

Your heart hummed at the word sweetheart. It had been so long since Jason had called you that. It felt surreal because at times he didn't feel like Jason, well not like your Jason. The Jason who kissed you like his life depended on it, the Jason who was obsessed with holding your hand, the Jason who told you he loved you.

When Bruce called you and told you Jason was alive you didn't believe him. Jason was dead, you were at the funeral just like everyone else and knew how he died. A small part of you blame Bruce, this wouldn't have happened to Dick and even if it did he would've found him. Bruce tried telling you a couple more times but you ignored him. Your boyfriend, no your Jason was dead. The next time you hear about it was from Dick because Jason was out for blood. Joker's if we had to be specific.

You didn't want to believe him but Dick had loved Jason like they were biological brothers and you knew he wouldn't lie. He warned you that Jason was different and that I should be wary of him.

You took his advice and made sure not to walk home alone and tried not to go out at night but one day you had a rough day at work and you decided to visit Jason's grave. You left red dahlias on his tombstone and sat down next to it. You started talking to it about how your boss yelled at you and called you incompetent. "You would have called him an asshole for that if you were here," You told him how much you missed him. You knew he was alive but it felt so much easier talking to the tombstone because it felt like he was really there.

You did this consistently for about 2 months, you had caught on that someone was watching you. It was Dick because when you did actually see the figure they were much taller than Dick and they stayed hidden, Dick wouldn't have a reason to do that. It made sense to alert Dick but you didn't because you knew who it was and you weren't ready to face him.

Eventually, you heard from Dick that Jason had changed and that maybe you should talk to him but you still needed time. That didn't stop Jason from approaching you at your apartment. You were startled because your little high school boyfriend was suddenly 6 feet and over 200 pounds. He was practically all muscle and you were kinda scared. That didn't stop you from crying in his arms.

It took a while for the two of you to adjust to being in each other's lives especially when you never stopped having feelings for him. When you admitted that to him, he asked for a second chance. That he'd be yours even if you weren't his. So you let him be yours.

"Okayyy, I'll see you at 6 hun," you said just as you cut off the call.

Jason paces around his bedroom trying to figure out how the hell he was going to get the reservation back.

The two of you arrive at the mall, and you wait while Jason parks his motorcycle. It was shocking how there were barely any cars in the lot. Jason assumed that maybe people were just busy cause of Valentine's. You were so excited to go in that you ran over to the doors to get inside except you couldn't.

Closed for Construction, the sign read.

Jason didn't think today could get worse but it did. "No no no! This wasn't supposed to be Damn it!" He said angrily. He had even called the building, they were supposed to be opened. Construction wasn't for another 2 weeks, it was just his luck that they decided to start early. "Jason it's fine, I told you I don't need to go shopping. It was very thoughtful of you though to want to spoil me but you're already getting me dinner at the best restaurant in the city"

"There is no dinner! Our reservation got fucking and canceled and…Today is ruined y/n. Let me just take you home."

"Jason why didn't you tell me, I can promise you today is not ruined. Jay, are you even listening to me?"

Jason was hardly processing your words though because all he could think was losing you. You would dump him and he would go back to hating himself and his very existence. Would life go back to being a reminder that he died? He was tortured endlessly until he was finally out of his misery. No matter how hard the Joker tried to convince him that you hated him he wouldn't believe him. The part of you wearing his promise ring is what kept him going. What got him through the beating. What made it easier to look at the scars.

What left did he have if he wasn't able to love you. He was yours, he didn't know how to love others and he didn't want to because he would always love you. When he was watching you he realized that even though it had been 7 years you were still the same.

Still had the pretty smile and that contagious laugh, still had a knack for books and enjoyed it. You were still his, at least he believed so. And the one thing you asked him, he couldn't deliver. You messed up your first Valentine's and now he was going to mess up this one too.

"Jay for fucks sake, would you look at me!!"

Jason wasn't sure if it was that cursing that made him snap out of his spiral or maybe it was the fact that you were holding his hands. It had only been 2 weeks since he reintroduced himself into your life, and had been avoiding affection. He knew it was cause he was so big now and you were a bit scared. But right now you weren't. You were holding your hands with his. You were looking at him with what looked like pain and so much regret but you were smiling at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Just shut up okay? And listen to what I have to say"

After you had finally managed to calm him down you knew you needed to tell d him how you had felt. "When I lost you, I regretted so much Jay but what I regretted most was not telling you that I loved you and it hurt. It hurt knowing Joker had you and that you were in pain but what hurt more was that you were really gone."

You paused and slowed your breath a bit.

"I know it seems like you owe me something like you need to make up for lost time or show me you're worth love but I already know that Jay. I've been yours since we were kids, m'kay? "

"But I do owe you, I owe you the goddamn world if possible"

"For what Jay?"

"Accepting me again I know I'm different than I'm used to be. I'm more shut out and I know I definitely look different. There is so much you accepted just cause I love you"

You groaned annoyingly and raised your hand up and shook it in his face, "Have you even noticed that I'm still wearing this promise ring? The one you gave me?"

Jason had, you wondered why you still wore it. It was so tiny and was probably uncomfortable. It was a tiny gold band, he had paid Selina for that had a diamond on it. To others, it clearly looked like it could be an engagement ring and you still wore it because you still, did being to someone whether was dead or alive. People tried to convince you to move on and take off the ring but you didn't listen.

"You still have it..."

"Mhmm, believe me now?"

"How about we get dinner to go at some random place, come to my place and we'll eat and cuddle while watching some movies"

"You're okay with just that?"

"I'm okay with anything as long as I'm doing it with you Jay, that's the whole point"

Jason smiled and held you in his arms, "can't believe you're still all mine"

"C'mon let's go to the movie theater and see what they've got"

And that's exactly what you did.

The two of you were cozied up on your bed, with a bunch of food. Jason bought himself chili dogs and got you pancakes to make up for breakfast. Who knew pancakes tasted better at night?

Jason also bought 2 tubs of Ice Cream to substitute as dessert. You may not be eating at that fancy restaurant but you were still having the time of your life.

"I swear you hated chili dogs when I was alive?!"

"I always liked them I just never wanted to admit it else that would've been the only food we'd ever eat"

While the TV played in the background you looked over at Jason who looked the happiest he'd been all day. There he was, your Jason. He was there, under all those scars he was still there. Jason noticed you were staring you looked over at you, and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips. "I've missed the taste of your lips" he whispered quietly

He kissed you again and this time you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. "I've missed you, Jay," you said in response. Jason didn't hands on his way to your hips and he pulled you closer, right onto his lap. You still hadn't adjusted to Jason being so big, so when your hands found your way to his muscles you were surprised to feel him groan while you felt him up a bit.

"Sweetheart, if you keep this up I'm going to do something you might regret"

"I didn't regret my first time with you, I'm not going to regret it now babe"

He groaned again this time grinding his hips upwards against yours. Jason swiftly switches your position, putting you underneath him. His kisses quickly became more eager while his hips rutted into you, "Baby, I don't have any-"

"Don't need it, got on the pill a couple years back" you said softly, gripping his shirt. "I promise I want this, so let's get these out for he was please?"

Your pleas were enough for Jason to take off your dress, you'd worn a red satin dress. He'd always liked you in red, especially when it was just for him. Jason had on a tux except he replaced the jacket with his favorite leather one. Regardless, he still looked so good, as he always did.

His leather jacket was already on your bedroom floor, you tried to undress him but he stopped you. "The scars…I don't want to scare you again"

"You won't, I promise. I'll even kiss them, they're a part of you Jay and you're mine" you say tugging on his shirt. With a sigh, he silently takes off his shirt. You raise your hand to touch him but stop and make sure it is okay. He doesn't verbally answer but he gives you a nod. You trace his scars with your finger but one sticks out the most, his neck scar.

You move your face closer to his neck, and kiss his scar, "You're still as beautiful as ever, you're still my Jason" you say while you pull away from his neck. Before you can even read his reaction, Jason kisses you again, rough and with more of a need. Jason had told you he'd met other people but in the end, he could ever think of you. You were the only person who made it just for him.

You'd had your own set of boyfriends which all seemed to end up the same, they'd get too close and you'd dump them. You couldn't imagine loving anybody the way you loved Jason. Jason's body pressed against yours with his hand on your back, pushing you into him. Your hands made your way to his pants, tugging at the waistband. "Patient baby, I'll take em off for you"

The sound of a belt hit your floor but you didn't care, you kept kissing him like your life depended on it. You didn't fully remember when Jason took off your underwear but you remember him, "Jay when did get so..."

"big?" he finished for you with a chuckle, "Yeah, there's a lot you're going to have to get used to with me" His tip pressed at your cunt, earning a disapproving groan for you. You didn't like how slow he was going, you knew he was doing it because he didn't want to hurt you but you weren't 15 anymore you could take it.

You wrap one leg around his waist pushing against his back. Jason liked the way you squirmed underneath him, practically begging for him to fuck you. After a couple minutes, he gave in and sunk his cock right into you. Your nails dug into his back, feeling the stretch of his cock inside you. You felt so embarrared you came on his cock from just him entering"

"Did you just-"

"Shut up please"

Jason looked down at you, his cheeks flushed red, while he was breathing very quickly

"Jay why aren't you moving"

"Can't baby"

"What do you mean you can't?"

"I mean if I move, I'm going to cum on the spot sweetheart so please bare with me" he groaned out, trying to adjust to your warm cunt hugging his cock. Slowly he began to move, using one hand to grip the sheets in hopes he wouldn't blow his load too quickly. His other hand was on his hip, trying to steady your body. Your hands were on his face, caressing his cheeks. Whenever he blushed it was so obvious, you used to tease him all about it even though you loved it.

He down to capture your lips again, allowing your arms to find themselves around his neck. Each thrust was messier than the last, getting rougher after each second. Sex now was so much more different than when the two of you were teens. Jason did things you didn't even know he could do. Once he'd found your g-stop he began to abuse it, earning a chocked moan from you every time. He was studying what you liked, what made you feel good and you loved him.

He let go of the sheets and placed both hands on your hips, giving you even tougher thrusts and even biting on your neck. Your entire body was on fire, you were overwhelmed notnonkynfrom his size but the feeling of Jason's body pressing into yours. You couldn't feel so good.

You always knew Jason was a bitter, also long as he didn't draw too much blood you were alright with it. A soft moan left your mouth as you came again, cum running down your thighs while Jason continued to fuck you. Jason thought about overstimming, making you beg for him to stop because you'd feel too good.

"Didn't know my girl was into biting" He said, while lifting up one of your legs to push deeper into you. You'd cum for tbr second time but he needed you cum one last time at least before he came. The rough slaps of skin and moans filled the room. Making it hard for you to not cum again on the spot. You felt so good you couldn't even complain that he was teasing you "Fuck you're really sensitive sweetheart"

You hid your face in the crook of his neck while his hips pounded into yours. Your legs shook while you whispered in his ear, "If you don't stop m'gonna cum again, Jay pleaseeeee"

He didn't stop though, instead, you came another two times. Makes a mess of cock. "Such a good girl f'me, just let me fill you up and we'll be done. I promise sweetheart" He gripped your hips tightly before releasing inside you. The two of you exchanged a couple more kisses while you both rode out your orgasms.

You whimpered while he pulled out of you, missing his warmth already. He watched as his cum poured out of you, dripping on the sheets. You laid back on the bed, while he hovered over you for a brief moment.

Once he laid down next to you and though he was panting he pulled your body onto his lap. You rested your head on his chest just as he used to do to you. That reminded you, there was something you needed to say, "Jay can I say something I've been holding in for a long time, yeah?"

"Mhmm, what is it, sweetheart?"

"Jason Peter Todd, I love you"

❥ a/n: happy valentine's to all my lovelies!! i hope everyone enjoys this fic and also has a nice valentines day, whether it's with someone or by themselves.

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[voxslays]

The Party

Featuring >>> Human! Alastor x Reader; In which Alastor and Reader are forced into an arranged marriage, but slowly start to care for eachother…or do they?

“Your father wants us to attend his dinner party tomorrow evening.” You tell your husband as he walks through the door. You and Alastor had gotten married as soon as you turned eighteen, your father’s telling you it was to strengthen the bond between your two families. What a joke. You had gotten married a month after getting engaged, and while you pretended to be a lovey dovey couple in public, you were anything but that in private.

Alastor nods, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before turning to retrieve a glass from the cabinet. “Yes, I received the invitation earlier. It seems our parents are eager to showcase their perfect children to the nobility.” You scoff. “What a joke.” He pours a generous helping of wine into his glass and brings it to his lips, a small smirk playing on them as he notices your disdain. “Indeed.” He agrees, taking a sip. He then looks at you, the smirk fading. “But it is what we must endure for now.” You sigh. “Once we have an ‘heir’ we can divorce and stop pretending.”

“Yes, that's the plan.” He agrees, looking at the wall behind you. “We'll do our part in the bedroom and once that's done,” He sips his wine. “We’ll go our separate ways.” You smile lightheartedly. “Sounds good to me.” Alastor sets his glass down and approaches you, his eyes cold and calculating as he looks at you. “Good. Because I have no intention of staying in this marriage any longer than necessary. And if that means faking affection and love in front of our parents and the rest of society, then so be it.”

You laugh. Alastor raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing as he looks at you. “What's so funny?” He asks, his tone dry and cold. “The absurdity of our situation? Or perhaps the fact that we're both playing a role in this charade?” He steps closer, his voice lowering. “I’d say both.” Alastor smirks. “Well, let's just say our performance has been quite convincing thus far.” He remarks, his breath fanning across your face. “Don't you think?” His hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Everyone seems to buy that we're deeply in love.” 

“Thanks to you.” He smirks, his fingers trailing down your neck. “Well, I am an excellent actor. And you're not so bad yourself.” He leans in closer, his voice barely a whisper. “But don't think for a moment that I've forgotten why we're really here.” You sigh. “Ugh. It’s so pitiful.” Alastor pulls back, his face unreadable. “What is?” He asks, his voice flat. “The fact that we're married for convenience? Or the fact that we have to pretend to care for each other?” He turns away, walking back to the couch to retrieve his coat.

“All of the above.” You raise your wineglass. He throws his coat over his shoulder, his movements sharp and precise. “Well, then let's continue this farce. After all, we have an image to maintain.” He walks past you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he heads to the bedroom. “I'm going to take a shower.” You follow him into the bedroom and walk into your large walk-in closet. He stops at the doorway, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “Don't forget to put on a smile. We have dinner with our parents tonight, and I expect to see the loving husband and wife act.” He closes the door behind him, leaving you all alone in the closet. 

“Oh well of course Mr. Heartfelt!” You shout, knowing he will hear you through the closed door. You slide on your navy blue ballgown, which perfectly fits the theme of Alastor’s parents’ party. You can hear the shower turn on, the water hissing as it hits the tiled floors. “I heard that.” He calls out, his voice carrying over the water. As you start to put on your dress, you hear him whistle, clearly enjoying his shower. Alastor peaks his head out of the shower. “But for the record,” He shouts over the water. “I must admit, you're not so bad to look at.” He flirts. 

“I could say the same myself!” You shout over the water as you do some minor makeup and put on jewelry. He laughs, the sound echoing through the bathroom. “Oh, please do. I'd love to hear it.” He finishes his shower and steps out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He walks into the bedroom, his hair damp and his face freshly shaven. “I'm not that kind.” You say as you tighten your corset. He picks out a tie, examining it in the mirror as he knots it. “Oh, come now. We're married, after all. You must have some opinion about me.” He turns to face you, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. “Don't hold back. Tell me the truth.”

“You’re good looking and charming. But I feel nothing for you.” You grimace as you tell him your feelings with brutal honesty. Or is that just the feeling of your tightened corset? Alastor chuckles darkly, turning to face you fully. “Well, that's honest at least. And quite accurate, I might add.” He buttons his shirt, his fingers deftly working the cuffs. “Because I feel nothing for you either.” 

“Awww.” You say sarcastically, feigning a sweet tone. ​​Alastor slips on his suit jacket, adjusting the lapels with a critical eye. “Mock all you want. It changes nothing.” He picks up his watch, buckling it around his wrist. “Shall we go? Our parents are expecting us.” You flatten out your lacey blue ballgown and put on your white gloves, fixing your diamond and pearl encrusted necklace one more time, before finally putting on your earrings. “Now I am.” Alastor offers you his arm, a small smile playing on his lips. “You look…quite presentable.” He remarks, his gaze sweeping over you approvingly. “Let’s go pretend to be in love.”

He leads you to the car, opening the door for you gallantly. As he slides into the driver's seat of his Ford Model T, he casts you a sidelong glance. “Remember, darling. Smiles and hand-holding. We're supposed to be madly in love.” You scoff. “Oh yes! Of course!” He starts the car, the engine rumbling to life. “Sarcasm doesn't become you. Try to at least pretend you're enjoying this farce we call a marriage.” He pulls out onto the street, his hands steady on the wheel. “Our parents expect a certain image.” 

You look outside as he drives through the countryside, seeing the gorgeous beauty of the autumn evening. The falling leaves, the smell of pumpkins, apple orchards. Before you know it, you’ve arrived at the Heartfelt estate. Alastor parks the car outside the grand estate, helping you out and escorting you up the steps. “Remember, darling. Be charming, be witty, be loving.” He opens the door, ushering you inside where their parents await. “And for goodness' sake, don't make a scene.”

The two of you make your grand entrance, arms looped together. You walk to the bottom of the grand staircase and stand by your husband as he socializes with the other guests. Alastor stands tall and proud beside you, his hand resting possessively on the small of your back. He engages in polite conversation with the other guests, his voice smooth and confident. "Yes, the stock market has been quite favorable this year..." You don’t pay much attention to the conversations, instead thinking of what life could’ve been had you not been married off. “...Oh yes. Radio is the best medium to express oneself…” You notice an attractive, tall, dark haired man sitting by the refreshments and make your way over to him. Ignoring your husband.

Alastor notices you wandering away and quickly excuses himself from the conversation. He catches up to you before you reach the refreshments, his hand gripping your arm firmly. "Where do you think you're going?" He hisses under his breath, his smile never wavering for the other guests. "We're supposed to be together, remember?" You roll your eyes. “I’m not causing a scene. Go back to your conversation.” You motion for him to leave. His grip tightens warningly. "Don't test me right now." He growls low, his eyes glinting dangerously. "Smile, nod, and stay by my side. That's all you have to do."

“I was just thirsty. I’ll be back in a few. I won’t do anything I promise.” You look into his eyes, silently begging him. He sighs, his patience wearing thin. "Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you." He releases your arm and returns to the conversation, leaving you to your own devices. He keeps a watchful eye on you from across the room, his expression stern. "Three minutes." He points to his watch.

Three minutes must have gone by fast as Alastor watches as you engage with the man, his jaw clenching slightly. After what he deems to be an appropriate amount of time, he excuses himself once again and approaches you with a charming smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Darling, there you are." You give your husband a deep scowl. Alastor’s smile twitches. "Excuse us for a moment, will you?" He takes your arm firmly, pulling you away from the man and steering you towards a private balcony. "What do you think you're doing?"

“What!?” You ask, annoyed. He pushes you against the stone balustrade, his hands gripping either side of you, caging you in. "Flirting with another man at our parents' gala? Really?" His voice is low, dangerous. "You're my wife." He berated. ​​“So? This is an arranged marriage. Nobody said either of us had to be faithful!” You declaim angrily. Alastor’s eyes flash with anger, but he keeps his tone even. "Arranged or not, you're still my wife. And you will behave accordingly." He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "You forget yourself. Remind me to have a word with your father later." 

You scoff. His expression darkens, his eyes narrowing menacingly. "You think this is a joke?" He pauses, his voice lowering to a dangerous tone. "Very well. You've left me no choice." He leans in, pressing his lips firmly to yours in a hard, punishing kiss. Alastor pulls back, his chest heaving with suppressed anger. "You are mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?" He demands harshly, his hands gripping your arms tightly. "And if I catch you flirting with another man again, there will be consequences."

“No matter-” You are interrupted by Alastor as he releases one of your arms, bringing his hand up to grasp your chin roughly, forcing you to look at him. “Don't push me, my dear. Because I assure you, you won’t like what happens.

[irisfixation]

analysis of installing a doll's gears

(as wished for by several of our followers.)

when crafting a new trigger for someone, we believe an important part of the act is adjusting for personalization. each partner carries their own aesthetics and patterns of thought, after all; one should strive to carry respect and understanding for those details when carving guidance into the mind of another.

recently, we created a new trigger for our darling doll, and we'd like to share some of the methodologies and thought that went into its design. (one thing that should be noted, before we begin, is that our doll lives tragically far away from us at the current moment.)

first, let us present the specifics of the trigger itself.

inside of our doll's mind, there are a set of gears, a mechanism of springs and clockwork that sit undisturbed, ready to be used. winding them is quite simple. we need only trace an outstretched finger in twin circular motions - a sideways figure-eight of sorts - and she will feel our fingers trace against the edges of those gears, caressing across spoke and turn, letting them click-click-click into motion. as is natural for something so closely tied to her brain and nervous system, such an act is quite pleasurable for our doll.

that's the simple, short explanation for it. now... the analysis. first, can you guess what somewhat-common suggestion this is made to resemble?

...

that's right - a dial trigger! making someone visualizing a dial (often upon their forehead) that can be 'turned up' to increase sensitivity, susceptibility, pleasure etc. is a trigger we've seen many people use. it's easy to understand why; it's a tactile and simple conceit that a lot of people have everyday reference points for. (additionally, touching someone's forehead is an intimate action, close to their brain and eyes and all their implications.)

however, we made an educated guess and assumed that the implications of a dial implied a more technology-informed aesthetic than our doll might desire. both she and eye care a lot about our own aesthetic sense, and we wanted to respect that here; hence we landed on gears, a more analog construction. it also makes for the excellent tactile visualization of gears ticking and spokes turning 'round; we can spin them quickly or slow down and let her feel every single click of the movement.

now, onto the next topic: adjusting for circumstance. both us and our doll have chronic fatigue and at times are both either too dysphoric or too tired to speak aloud. this is a trigger designed with that in mind - by having an act that can be done in silence and yet still carry the weight of a trigger, of something that demands to be remembered and experienced vividly, we can indulge in it even when words fail one or both of us.

which leads us excellently onto one more order of business: trigger expression through nonverbal use. snapping one's fingers and declaring "sleep!" is all well and good, but command does not exist in voice and word alone. it exists in the gif you spend a little too long watching, in the music that you leave on loop and zone out to, et cetera; something repetitive and yet fascinating is excellent for hypnotic focus. our doll is particularly susceptible to eye fixation and has many a time zoned out simply looking at us, so why not take advantage of that fact? our lantern or amulet are all well and good for pocketwatch-esque fixations, but that requires us to go and retrieve them, which can be time-consuming and inconvenient. but the motion of us just tracing a single hand, a single finger, through space, conducting the gears of her own thoughts? it's ever-accessible, it's the sort of thing perfect to leave her in rapt attention, and it even acts as a sort of bodily stim for us to enjoy.

in conclusion, we're quite proud of the resultant trigger, and our doll seems to agree; it's begged us to use it on her multiple times since its creation. and we're glad, as it's a trigger we built with very specific design intent, and seeing that pay off is a joy to witness.

[faewrenbird]

Homicipher Theory

Mr. Hood: The Dishonored Samurai

Don’t turn your nose up yet, hear me out. Maybe it’s a stretch, maybe it makes sense, maybe it’s just a damn good (or delusional) headcanon, you decide.

Homicipher/Mr. Hood Route Spoilers Below!!!!

I established in an earlier theory that the “Ghost Apartments” is a pocket of the spirit realm on haunted grounds where a hospital and subway line were once located but destroyed in an earthquake, after which, an apartment building was built and then abandoned.

But I have a theory that the history of the haunted grounds goes even further back. Perhaps as far as Edo-era feudal Japan. Why? I’m inclined to believe that Mr. Crawling is from that era, but that’s a whole different theory I still need to mull over.

Suppose it’s true—that the cursed land that has accumulated hundreds of vengeful and lost spirits became haunted hundreds of years ago. Perhaps, it became cursed and haunted due to war in this time period. Whatever the case, operating under the premise that its history is this old, I want to take a look at helpful Mr. Hood.

Mr. Hood

He’s the first face we see after waking up in the spirit realm (not counting our startling run-in with Mr. Crawling). You could consider him our Toriel. He gives us the basics, enough info, or lack thereof, to begin our exploration. He tries to teach us some words: light, dark, sound, door, not, maybe “container” if we’re smart. We take this knowledge, leave him in the room behind us, and proceed to immediately get our hearts eaten by Mr. Gap.

But who, or what, is Mr. Hood?

The only thing we learn about him from our brief introduction is that he’s a man of few words, mysterious, monotone, and he’s…literally just a guy in a hood. Oh, and he’s got a big fuck-off axe for seemingly no reason at all.

From what I’ve played of the game so far, it seems we’re unlikely to ever see him again unless some really bizarre and specific conditions are met.

If those conditions are met, we wind up being Alice-in-Wonderlanded into a miniature version of ourselves, and Mr Hood makes an unexpected appearance to help us try to find the magical potion to make us normal again.

During our adventure with him, we…don’t learn much. Kind of the ongoing theme of this game, actually. Get used to perpetually knowing nothing and being confused by what you do know.

We do learn a few key things, though.

First, man has a deft hand with an axe. In fact, he can flawlessly execute any ghost he deems to be a threat, without a moment’s hesitation, and with the badassery to act totally calm and say only “they’re dead” when you interrogate him about it.

Second, there’s nothing under the hood. After escaping a brutal entity, he sits with his hood pulled back, revealing nothingness. Unlike the Bride, though, he prefers to mask this feature. When we comment on his lack of a head, he quickly pulls the hood back up.

Third, he has a body. Although lacking a head, we know that there’s something solid under the cloak, because he hides us in it and we comment on the err…texture of his insides(?).

Fourth, he is some kind of executioner. This is perfectly apparent design-wise. Hooded and carrying a massive axe that he employs with perfect ease. Some speculation, but he seems to specifically serve the purpose of executioner in this land of ghosts. He’s very adept at detecting a threat and differentiating between good and evil (wish the same could be said for our himbo-brained Mr. Crawling, but I digress). In fact, while we're taking a nap, he evidently leaves to a different room to hunt and kill another ghost.

Fifth, he goes where he’s needed. He comes off as someone strictly bound by his duty. At least, this is what I infer rather than him being a wandering spirit in these halls. It’s why, when we’re reunited with Mr. Crawling and the others, Mr. Hood leaves us. We don’t need him anymore, and he can’t accept that we want him with us just because we like him. In fact, he tells us not to say things like that, or depending on your interpretation, that he has nothing to say to that before he abandons us.

So, what does this all mean (apart from making him the sexiest and most mysterious hooded figure I’ve ever known cough)?

My theory is that, in life, Mr. Hood was a samurai who committed some great treason and thus endured the ritual of hara-kiri (seppuku) for his execution.

Hara-kiri was a form of ritualistic suicide where a samurai would take a blade and slice open his stomach, after which, an executioner would decapitate him. An honorable death was when the executioner left just a bit of the criminal’s neck during the slice, not quite severing it completely. A dishonorable death meant the whole head came off, which was embarrassing for the deceased samurai and his family.

If Mr. Hood was a samurai, his prowess with a weapon and calculating attitude towards fulfilling his duty and cutting down enemies makes a lot of sense.

If he was a dishonored samurai, then his reclusive manner and the shame of having no head also makes sense. Not that I think the ghosts retain memories of their life (Mr Gap excluded), but he could be carrying residual shame and dishonor from his death. He could be forever trapped trying to repent for his sins by executing evil, to make up for whatever treason he committed.

I think it’s further evidenced by our description of his insides. Slimy. It’s a grotesque thought, but if we’re being held against a gutted and sliced open stomach, this description makes sense, too.

Additionally, the shame and self-loathing would help explain why he rejects our confession of affection towards him. He’s not worthy of that affection, nor of companionship. He can’t even fathom our interest in him.

(Edit: some below translations aren’t great, I’m still ironing them out. As I’ve seen now, the best translations show us saying “Love you,” and Mr. Hood replying with “not understand,” indicating her can’t grasp our love for him, which still lines up with everything I said!)

I personally am really obsessed with this concept and have adopted it as my headcanon because I think it makes it all the sweeter when he comes back to save us and decides to carry us for all eternity (which, btw, I squealed when I realized that we were no longer small when he picked us up with this objective in mind, so we’re spending our afterlife being bridal-style carried by this man). We are, after all, the first person to care for him since his humiliating death. The first person to like him. The first person to give him purpose beyond routine and mindless execution of dark spirits. We give him a new duty, something to protect and cherish.

And idc what you say, that’s goddamn romantic for this vaguely romantic horror game.

[nitrosodiumgameanglia]

Why Sound Design is so Important in Games

Sound design is a key point in games, though it is often neglected in college games where we do a lot of work without speakers on. Having some good audio in a game really helps elevate the experience beyond just being a solely visual medium, as much as audio changed silent movies. The games with the best sound design are often those with realistic sound systems, or ones that elicit the desired emotional response. Good sound design can make you terrified to turn a corner; it can make you cry in the game's saddest moments; it can turn a level from a selection of rendered polygons to a truly real-seeming experience. Obviously our game's sound design isn't that deep, but it doesn't add nothing to the game either.

The first game I am looking at is Thief: The Dark Project. This game came out in 1998, but I would say it still holds up today with a few patches to make it run on modern systems. The game has a unique stealth system that lets you hide in shadows, but the main thing we're looking at is the sound. Different surfaces are different levels of loudness when walked on - carpet is perfect for sneaking, but metal catwalks are loud and clank under your feet. This isn't just set dressing either, because enemies are more likely to hear you if you're clanking about on steel grating. Then there is the ambient sound, where you can hear nearby guards muttering or whistling (in a great bit of game design, this helps you keep track of them when they're out of sight), torches crackle, and strange ambient screeches echo down hallways. The ambient soundtracks in each level are interesting, and use a lot of electronic synthesiser noises, which gives them an 80s John Carpenter vibe. They help make the environments foreboding, but also help tell the story in a way that 90s graphics simply could not. For example, as you enter the deepest annals of an ultra-religious Hammerite compound, the ambient whirr of machinery gets replaced by solemn choir and hymns. Caves can have dripping water and the occasional crumbling rock, while more twisted forest environments have the endless chirring of insects and chuckling from unseen nymphs and satyrs. The actual sound technology is also really good for the time, because it supports sound cards, even though they aren't used too much anymore. With them enabled, you can listen against a door and gauge how big a room is based on the echo of the guard's voices inside. Even for today that is fairly advanced, and as far as I know, not present in many other games.

The next game I am looking at is Hunt: Showdown. It is a 2018 horror shooter taking place at the end of the 19th century, where you play as a bounty hunter trying to kill various cryptids and monsters. The game uses the Cry Engine, so it already looks good on a visual front, but the audio is also phenomenal. Most of the quality comes from its directional sound system, which is so specific you can tell where players are through buildings, which is useful for lining up shots when you don't have a good visual read on their whereabouts. Every gun also has a unique sound and echo, which allows an educated player to guess what weapon has been fired, from what direction, and even from what distance. The way that the game calculates sound waves travelling is a very unique and realistic system; a gunshot ringing out over an open field will be louder and clearer than a gunshot fired in the middle of the thick backwoods. I assume this is a built-in feature for CryEngine V because I know of no other games with this level of realism when it comes to sound - I can only assume it calculates for windspeed and other factors and then runs the sound effect through various in-engine filters.

Finally, I will look at The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim. One of the lesser-mentioned qualities of this game is its environmental sound design, which help the various holds of Skyrim seem like realistic places. The wind whistles about your ears, giving you a good sense of your player's altitude and the temperature around you. In the mornings and evenings, you can hear crickets chirring and birds chirping. The rushing of rivers sounds different depending on the course - swelling into a roar of white noise in the rapids, but dissipating to a trickle when the river becomes a lazy stream. Then there are more ethereal sounds, like the creaking of the aurora borealis on winter nights. Towns have their own soundscapes also, with the creaking wood of huts and the crackle of flaming torches. The ambient music by Jeremy Soule (the same guy behind the LOTR soundtrack) also adds a lot to the game's atmosphere, with majestic orchestras making even a simple walk through the valleys a much more emotive and captivating experience. However, you can play with the sound turned off and just listen to the layered soundscapes.

From my research, I can see that the main theme that makes a soundscape good is attention to detail. Not just having one sword hit sound, for example, but several, altered depending what material you strike, and echoing with a different resonance depending on where you are. I would say that with Wallpaper of the Mind, we have achieved this as best we can in four weeks, with the different footstep surfaces. The sounds I myself provided were more stock quality, but it doesn't matter, because how sound is used mechanically is just as important. I will make a blog post on this soon.

[allllium]

Master Plan Pt. 2

Jason x reader fake dating

~ This is a little short but the next one will be longer

~ WC: 899, They discuss a fake background

~ Jason is anxious about your plan

"Why do you plan to do? Walk in, say we're dating, and expect them all to believe it? Out of nowhere?" You ask him in confusion, Jason knows his family very well and he knows they wouldn't fall for it.

"Well what do you want to do? They won't believe it either way."

"Don't be such a downer."

"I still don't know why we're doing this. It seems dramatic."

"Yes it does that's exactly the point Jason."

"None of this makes any sense." He rolls his eyes and walks into his bedroom. You follow closely behind him.

"It makes perfect sense. Seeing your family will help you feel better, Jason whether you want to believe it or not. And this way, they'll all be so thrown off by the announcement of our relationship, they won't ask about other things. You can spend the next few weeks playing pretend and healing without their overbearing questions."

"Yeah, I guess I can see it that way." He sits down on his bed with small sigh.

"Hey." You sit down next to him, "Everything will be okay."

"I know, I would just like it to be okay now, not however far along."

You pull his hand into yours to comfort him. You've been friends for so long that small touch like this doesn't bother either of you.

"We'll work on it."

"Why are you so instinct on helping me?"

"Because we're friends, believe it or not I enjoy your company. When you're not being so mopey that is."

"Hey I am not mopey." He quickly defends.

"If not mopey then what are you?"

"Something else that's not mopey." He admits quietly.

"That's what I thought. Now backstory." You pull out a piece of paper from one of the notebooks Jason has on his dresser.

"Do we really need a backstory? Just tell we started dating a little bit ago."

"Oh no. If we're doing this, we're doing it properly. That means we're creating a backstory and answers to any questions they might ask."

"You've certainly thought this through."

"Yes I have because I want this to work. You realize if it doesn't they'll make fun of us for the rest of forever?"

"Which makes me wonder even more what you're real motive is for doing this?"

"Is it wrong to want to trick your family?"

"Not at all." You also want to help him in any way you can, it's what friends do.

"No that makes no sense." You're quickly learning not to take any of his words seriously. He's disagreeing with basically everything you say.

"Yes it does Jason." It's been almost an hour and you've gotten almost nothing done.

"No it doesn't. I would never do something extravagant to ask someone out." He shrugs and takes a chip from the plate on the coffee table.

"Why not? Relationships need a certain type of romance and work."

"I'd rather celebrate with a quiet night at home and a homemade dinner."

"Fine, we'll say that."

"What else?"

"I don't know. What do you think is appropriate for your family to know?"

"Nothing. My relationships are none of their business." You aren't surprised by his attitude with this. He doesn't like telling them anything about his personal life.

"Jason." You say sternly. Despite his words, there must be something he's thinking of. He knows how his family is.

"They'll probably ask who made the first move and when we realized our feelings."

"That's good, now you're thinking."

"So what do we say?" He asks with an uncaring tone.

"Well Jason, when did you realize you're feelings for me?"

"I felt some hatred since the moment I met you if that counts." He smiles like he's pround of himself.

"That's not nice. If you don't take this seriously, I'll have no choice but to make everything up myself and I'll make it so embarrassing for you you'll never want to leave the house."

"I'll tell them it's when we were-" He takes a pause. "Making dinner together for Alfred's birthday."

"That makes sense. Good job." He rolls his eyes.

"What about you?"

"I'll say the same. It'll mean more."

"Alright then."

The two of you fall into a strange silence and you can't pinpoint why. Of course it's been very awkward trying to talk about things like this. Making up lies about feelings neither of you have.

The whole time you're talking, he can't seem to keep eye contact with you longer than a split second. You want to ask him what's wrong but you know it's weird enough with the tension in the room and he'll probably not respond well to any personal questions.

The rest of the night is spent working on a backstory well enough to fool Damien and Alfred. Unlike Bruce, they both focus on the small details when it comes to stuff like this.

Dick and the others won't be a problem because they'll be so happy with Jason having a actual relationship.

You tell Jason all of this and by the way his body immediately relaxes you can tell it eased a lot of his nerves.

You start to question whether or not this is something you really want to go through with. You're scared it could ruin your relationship with him if it goes wrong but on the other hand it truly does seem like his best chance.

[captainsophiestark]

A Perfect Match

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Bridgerton

Day 19 Prompt: "What if we're wrong?"

Summary: Anthony and Y/N have been dancing around each other for far too long. Benedict and Colin decide to do something about that.

Word Count: 1,726

Category: Fluff, minor angst

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Benedict's POV

"Colin!" I hissed, poking my head into the study where my brother sat journaling about his travels. He looked up at me like he had no idea why I could be bothering him. "Lady Y/N is here."

"Oh!"

He shot out of his seat, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. We'd only been putting together our plan to get her and my brother together for a week. How he could've forgotten was beyond me.

"Alright, she's having tea with Eloise in the drawing room. I'm going to go get her and bring her to Anthony's study," I said as Colin and I walked through the halls. "You just be ready to come give me a reason to leave once we're in there."

Colin nodded, then paused.

"Benedict? What if we're wrong? About their feelings?"

I sighed. Anthony and Y/N truly did butt heads at every opportunity as if they hated each other. But it was hard to miss the longing looks and the way one of them got distracted just by the other walking into the room. I shrugged.

"Well, I suppose if we're wrong, they'll probably kill us."

Colin gave me a look, but I completely ignored it as I marched into the drawing room.

****************

Y/N's POV

"Y/N!"

I turned from my tea and the book spread between me and Eloise at the sound of Benedict's voice, giving him a friendly smile as he entered the room.

"Hello, Benedict. Lovely to see you."

"Likewise. Actually, I was wondering if you could spare a moment to accompany me upstairs? Anthony mentioned needing to see you for something, and I told him that since I was on my way down, I'd bring you back up."

"Anthony wanted to see me?" I asked, working very hard to keep my tone neutral. Benedict nodded.

"Yes, if you don't mind."

"Actually, we do mind," Eloise chimed in. "Tell Anthony he can get his own friend."

"Eloise, Mother wanted to see you as well," Benedict responded smoothly. "She's in the garden."

Eloise narrowed her eyes, and I watched the staring contest develop like a tennis match. Finally, after a few moments, Eloise gave in and stood with a sigh.

"Fine. I shall go find her. But if this is a ruse, Benedict-"

"For what purpose? You are entirely too suspiscious sister."

I hid a laugh behind my hand as Eloise glared at Benedict on her way out of the room. I truly loved the Bridgertons, and watching them interact was more entertaining than the most competitive horse race.

"Lady Y/N," said Benedict, offering his arm to me with a smile. I took it, my mind racing as Benedict and I made our way upstairs. Anthony and I had a rather unusual relationship, and although I'd never admit it, I had developed strong feelings for the Viscount over the course of knowing him. The curiosity over why he wanted to see me was eating me alive.

"Did Anthony mention what he wished to discuss?" I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

"No, he only asked me to hurry," Benedict responded. We reached the door, and Benedict held it open for me. "After you."

I stepped inside, feeling a bit nervous. Anthony was hard at work, scribbling away at papers on his desk, but he looked up when he saw me.

"Lady Y/N! Hello, uh..." He cleared his throat and shuffled some of the papers into a neater pile absentmindedly.

"Here she is, brother, like you asked," said Benedict as he came to stand beside me. Anthony's brow furrowed like he was confused, but Colin poked his head into the study before Anthony could say anything.

"Benedict!" said Colin. "Mother sent me, she needs to see you immediately."

Now it was my turn to be a bit confused, especially as Benedict grimaced like Colin had some something wrong. Before I could say anything, however, Benedict was moving quickly towards the door.

"Right, well, then I'd better not keep her waiting."

With that, he and Colin ducked into the hall, closing the door behind them. A moment later I heard the door lock, and then a sound like something heavy being pushed against it from the other side.

"Did they just..."

I stared in shock at the door for a few moments, whirled around to look at Anthony, then turned back to the door again. Benedict and Colin had just locked me in here, with Anthony, who looked as surprised as I did.

After a long moment of inaction, Anthony pushed back from his desk and quickly crossed the room. I watched as he tried the door and it didn't budge, then tried it again. Finally, he shoved it a bit with his shoulder as if it were stuck, and still nothing worked.

"Benedict! Colin!" he shouted through the door. No response.

"Anthony?" He whirled around to face me, eyes a little wild. "Did you actually ask Benedict to bring me up here to talk about something?"

"What? No, I haven't seen Benedict all morning."

I crossed my arms and shook my head, turning away from Anthony.

"I can't believe those two. I can't believe them."

"What are you talking about?"

I huffed an irritated sigh, then answered without turning around.

"Benedict dragged me away from tea with Eloise, telling me you'd asked to see me, right away. I don't know what on earth he and Colin were thinking, but now I'm stuck in here with you-"

I stopped abruptly, not trusting myself to continue speaking. Anthony and I butted heads plenty, but there was no denying how much I enjoyed spending time with him. Sparring with him when we disagreed and never feeling angry, just excited. Laughing as he complained about having to participate in the season but feeling jealous when one of the other girls or Mamas got their hands on him... I loved him. But I wasn't sure I wanted to admit it.

"Is it really so awful?"

Anthony's voice was thick, more vulnerable than I'd really ever heard it before. I turned around to fix him with a questioning look, and he held my eyes, although he looked ready to run at a moment's notice. Unfortunately for him, we had nowhere to go.

"Is it really so awful to be stuck in here with me?" Anthony continued when I didn't answer him. "Do you really hate me so much?"

My heart shattered in my chest, especially at the tentative sadness in his voice. My answer didn't come right away, and after a second or two of silence, Anthony turned away.

"I'm sorry. Forget I said anything-"

"Anthony no I- I'm sorry." I started crossing the room to him, but stopped halfway, thinking better of it. "I have fun giving you a hard time and arguing over silly things with you. But if I've done that to the point that you feel I truly hate you... then I'm sorry, I should never have let it go that far."

Anthony turned to face me again, a guarded expression on his face.

"So you do not hate me?"

"No. Quite the opposite, actually."

I took a deep breath, steeling myself to say what I needed to say next. I trusted Benedict and Colin not to do this to me unless they had some idea that my feelings for Anthony were mutual. Hopefully, that trust wasn't misplaced, but even if it was, denying my feelings had only hurt Anthony and I both. It had to end.

"Anthony, I'm sure this will be considered entirely too forward for me to say as a lady, but... I rather think I love you. You challenge me in a way no other man ever has, and when we are aligned, our teamwork knows no equal. There may be other men who would treat me well, and there may even be other men who would respect me as a partner, but none of them would be you. You, Anthony... you are my perfect match. And if I've led you to believe I hated you, then I am truly sorry. I assure you I do not."

Anthony just stared back at me, not taking his eyes off me the entire time I spoke. He didn't respond right away after I finished, still just staring, his expression unreadable. I started to sweat and fidget, immediately regretting my words and wishing I could take them back.

"You know, Anthony, actually-"

Before I could finish the thought, Anthony rushed to close the rest of the distance between us, sweeping me off my feet and spinning me around in his arms. I yelped, but when he set me down, we both had massive smiles on our faces.

"I apologize. That was rather improper of me," he said, not sounding the least bit sorry. I smiled back and leaned into him a little more.

"No more improper than my confession, or your brothers locking us in this room together."

Anthony hummed, leaning into me and pulling me close to him again, one hand tangling in my hair as he murmured into my ear.

"I feel the same, you know. I have for some time. I just never imagined that you would care for me as much as I cared for you."

I smiled, wrapping my arms tight around Anthony and holding him close. After a few seconds, we pulled apart, and although I wanted to kiss him, badly, I held back. We'd already crossed quite a few scandalous lines, after all. And now that I knew he felt the same way as I did, I didn't think I'd have to wait long for our courtship to make quite a few more things I wanted to do 'acceptable'.

"I suppose we owe your brothers a thank you for getting us to confess our feelings to each other," I said with a sigh. Anthony scoffed.

"Absolutely not. They still tricked us and physically locked us in a room. No matter how happy I am with the results, they deserve some payback."

I grinned. "I was hoping you'd say that."

Anthony led me back over to his desk where the two of us sat shoulder to shoulder, plotting and planning the downfall of his brothers. I had no idea how long they intended to leave us in this room, but every additional minute meant more time to plan revenge.

Happily, it also meant more time with Anthony. And with any luck, the rest of my life would be filled with more time with Anthony.

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Everything Taglist: @rosecentury

[southeastasianists]

When Thailand's long-awaited equal marriage law came into effect on Thursday, police officer Pisit "Kew" Sirihirunchai hoped to be among the first in line to marry his long-term partner Chanatip "Jane" Sirihirunchai.

And he was - they were the sixth couple to register their union at one of Bangkok's grandest shopping malls, in an event city officials helped organise to celebrate this legal milestone.

Hundreds of couples across Thailand received marriage certificates on Thursday, breaking into smiles or tearing up over the moment they had dreamed of for so long.

It was a pageant of colours and costumes as district officials hosted parties with photo booths and free cup cakes - one Bangkok district was giving air tickets to the first couple who registered their marriage there.

"The rainbow flag is flying high over Thailand," Prime Minister Paetongtarn Shinawatra wrote on Facebook from Davos where she is attending the World Economic Forum.

Activists said they were hoping to cross the 1,448-mark for registrations by the end of Thursday - 1448 is the clause in the Thai Civil Code covering the definition of marriage.

"We have been ready for such a long time," Pisit said. "We have just been waiting for the law to catch up and support us."

The two men have been together for seven years. Eager to formalise their relationship, they had previously been to a Buddhist monk to give them an auspicious new last name they can share – Sirihirunchai. They had also asked local officials to issue a letter of intent, which they both signed, pledging to get married.

But they said having their partnership recognised under Thai law is what they had been waiting for: "This is perfect for us. The law that protects our rights."

Until now, official documents listed Pisit and Chanatip as brothers. That way they could be a family in the eyes of the law. A marriage certificate meansLGBTQ+ couples now have the same rights as any other couple to get engaged and married, to manage their assets, to inherit and to adopt children.

They can also make decisions about medical treatment if their partner becomes ill and incapacitated, or extend financial benefits – such as Pisit's government pension – to their spouse.

"We want to build a future together – build a house, start a small business together, maybe a café," he adds, making a list of all that the law has enabled. "We want to build our future together and to take care of each other."

The law, which passed in both houses of parliament in June last year before being endorsed by the Thai king in September, is a big step for LGBTQ+ rights.

Thailand remains an outlier in Asia in recognising marriage equality - only Nepal and Taiwan have legalised same-sex unions.

It's one reason why Aki Uryu, who is Japanese, moved to Bangkok to be with her partner. She said life is difficult for the LGBTQ+ community back home: "In Thailand, I can hold hands with my partner, walk together. No one says anything. It's just different. It feels right."

After the two women married on Thursday, Aki said: "It is like I have started my new life."

Watching them celebrate, along with so many other couples in a Bangkok mall, was Mr Zhang, a gay Chinese man who did not want to reveal his first name.

"We're excited, we're also very jealous," he said. "Thailand is so close to China, but in another sense it's so far away."

And yet, even in Thailand, with its famed tolerance towards LGBTQ+ people, activists say it took a sustained campaign to win legal recognition.

A long wait

"We've been waiting for this day for 18 years - the day everyone can recognise us openly, when we no longer need to be evasive or hide," 59-year-old Rungtiwa Thangkanopast, who will marry her partner of 18 years in May, told the BBC earlier this week.

She had been in a marriage, arranged by her family, to a gay man, who later died. She had a daughter, through IVF, but after her husband's death began spending time, and later helping run, one of the first lesbian pubs in Bangkok. Then she met Phanlavee, who's now 45 and goes by her first name only.

On Valentine's Day 2013 the two women went to the Bang Rak district office in central Bangkok to ask to be officially married - a popular place for marriage registration because the name in Thai means "Love Town".

This was the time when LGBTQ+ couples began challenging the official view of marriage as an exclusively heterosexual partnership by attempting to get marriage certificates at district offices.

There were around 400 heterosexual couples waiting with them on that day. Rungtiwa and Phanlavee were refused, and the Thai media mocked their effort, using derogatory slang for lesbians.

Still, activists managed to persuade the government to consider changing the marriage laws. A proposed civil partnership bill was put before parliament, offering some official recognition to same-sex couples, but not the same legal rights as heterosexual couples.

A military coup in 2014 which deposed the elected government interrupted the movement. It would be another decade before full marriage equality was approved by parliament, in part because of the rise of young, progressive political parties that championed the cause.

Their message resonated with Thais – and attitudes too had changed. By this time, same-sex marriage was legalised in many Western countries and same-sex love had become normalised in Thai culture too.

Such was the shift in favour of the law that it was passed last year by a thumping majority of 400 votes to just 10 against. Even in the notoriously conservative senate only four opposed the law.

And couples like Rungtiwa and Phanleeva now have their chance to have their love for each other recognised, without the risk of public derision.

"With this law comes the legitimacy of our family," Rungtiwa says, "We're no longer viewed as weirdos just because our daughter isn't being raised by heterosexual parents."

The new law takes out gender-specific terms like man, woman, husband and wife from 70 sections of the Thai Civil Code covering marriage, and replaces them with neutral terms like individual and spouse.

However, there are still dozens of laws in the Thai legal code which have not yet been made gender-neutral, and there are still obstacles in the way of same-sex couples using surrogacy to have a family.

Parents are still defined under Thai law as a mother and a father. The law also does not yet allow people to use their preferred gender on official documents; they are still stuck with their birth gender. These are areas where activists say they will still need to keep pushing for change.

And it is especially significant for older couples, who have had to ride out the shifts in attitude.

"I really hope people will put away the old, stereotypical ideas that gay men cannot have true love," said Chakkrit "Ink" Vadhanavira.

He and his partner Prinn, both in their 40s, have been together for 24 years.

"The two of us have proved that we genuinely love each other through thick and thin for more than 20 years," Chakkrit said. "We have been ready to take care of each other since our first day together. We are no different from heterosexual couples."

While Chakkrit's parents quickly accepted their partnership, it took Prinn's parents seven years before they could do so.

The couple also wanted to share the production business they ran together, and other assets, as a couple, so they asked Prinn's parents to adopt Chakkrit officially, giving him the same family name. Prinn says the new law has brought welcome legal clarity to them.

"For example, right now when a same sex couple buy something together – a large item - they cannot share ownership of it," said Prinn. "And one of us passes away, what both of us have earned together cannot be passed on to the other. That's why marriage equality is very significant."

Today, said Prinn, both sets of parents treat them as they would just like any other married children.

And when they had relationship problems like any other couple, their parents helped them.

"My dad even started reading gay magazines to understand me better. It was quite cute to see that."

Additional reporting by Lulu Luo, Paweena Ninbut and Ryn Jirenuwat in Bangkok

[flametrashiraarchive]

Hi! Me again lol. If we're limited to how much we can ask you don't have to answer. I was wondering if you could do Giyuu x Y/N who was also a hashira but after the final battle. They're finally able to be together and months later find out they're expecting. It can be SFW or NSFW. If you're not comfortable with this I totally understand.

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Yes! Happy endings ftw. 

I thought it would be cute to have this be part of the bathhouse pieces just for the sake of a throwaway joke, but this reader is specifically AFAB so please ignore it if that's not for you. It's the Bathing with Giyuu Multiverse.

I’m really sorry it doesn’t really include the pregnancy part (I alluded to it but they’re really difficult for me to write about sometimes) but I hope the love between Giyuu and you makes up for it. 

This piece does contain slight spoilers for the end of the Demon Slayer manga so be warned! (spoilers from here on out!) 

Also, I refuse to accept that the thing with the mark and how much time he has left is canon. It’s too sad so it doesn’t happen. You and Giyuu are gonna grow old together. 

I hope you like it!!

AFTERMATH

Giyuu Tomioka x F!reader. NSFW.

Memories of your fallen comrades haunt you long after the rubble is cleared away. Nightmares of what befell those you care about wake you when you finally do manage to drift off. The scent of battle lingers on your skin for weeks. Smoke, blood, and death. No matter how many times you've tried to wash it off it clings to you. 

Which is why you find yourself traipsing to the onsen in the darkness, your katana still grasped firmly in your hand, because you still can't quite believe that it's over. The battle is won, and the world is safe. 

You can relax in the onsen completely safe and completely alone– 

"You're kidding me?!"

Giyuu stares at you, half submerged in the steaming water, his expression one of wide-eyed surprise. But once he sees it's you, his face softens again. "Ah… is it time for our annual awkward bath together?"

You laugh for the first time in days. Giyuu has always been a little less guarded around you, but since the fight ended, he has been far more open. He's funny. Peace looks good on him.

"Do you mind if I get in?" You ask, "It's not like we haven't seen everything already."

He shakes his head. "I don't mind. We've been through hell and back together, this is nothing."

"Yeah…"

"Should I turn around?" he asks.

Oh Giyuu. Even after everything you’ve been through together; the battles, the quiet moments, the nights you spent together early on where you promised it was just once to get it out of your systems, and the times later when you both agreed you could die at any moment so why the hell not. Even after all that, he’s still a perfect and slightly awkward gentleman. 

Your breath shivers as you slip off your yukata in answer and those deep blue eyes of his drink you in. 

He stands, gazing up at you with his lips slightly parted. It'll take some time to get used to the sight of him without his right arm, and no doubt it'll take him even longer than that. But he's alive. You both made it. You survived. 

He wades toward you and offers you his hand, helping you step down into the water. His eyes never leave you. Yours never leave him. And you both just stand there, the water only up to your hip, laid bare before each other in this newly peaceful world.

You no longer smell smoke, blood, or death. Giyuu’s scent is soft, clean rain, washing over you and carrying the horrors away.

His smile is so soft and serene your heart aches.

A muscle in his cheek flexes before he speaks. "I didn't lose you," he says, as though the fact is only just sinking in, as if he'd mourned you even before the battle had even begun and is only just allowing himself to believe you’re really there, that you really survived. 

It’s a feeling you know well. 

A slow smile lifts his lips, his eyes meeting yours, his sapphire gaze filled with unending tenderness. You reach up to caress his cheek and melt as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. 

"We made it, Giyuu."

"We did," he says, his voice so quiet and calm. "I should have told you this before the battle, but I was afraid to because I thought telling you would mean you wouldn't make it. Like I’d put a curse on you or something. And if you don't feel the same–"

"I love you."

His eyes widen a little, but soften a heartbeat later. He chuckles. "Yeah… yeah, you took the words out of my mouth." 

"I've wanted to tell you that for the longest time."

"Me too.' He dips his chin, pressing his forehead to yours as a quiet laugh of relief emerges from him. With your heart fluttering, you close your eyes and just enjoy the sensation, and the quiet intimacy of being loved by Giyuu.

His lips hover so close to yours, gentle breaths fanning over your skin. Your heart aches with need for him as you tilt your face toward him to bring your lips closer.

He closes the gap, his kiss as light as gossamer, sending your heart into a frenzy. The kiss is so gentle it's almost painful, the fluttering in your chest more than you can bear. It shivers through every fiber of your body, more potent than any breathing technique as every cell in your body seems to sigh his name. 

Giyuu. You're alive. We made it, and we can finally let ourselves love.

Little by little, the kiss deepens until Giyuu's tongue is caressing yours. His lips are soft and oh-so gentle, stirring up the butterflies in your belly. You open your eyes, seeking reassurance that this isn’t all just some dream. The intimate sight of him causes your heart to leap; his eyes are closed, his pretty dark lashes resting on his pink-dusted cheeks, so peaceful in that moment you can’t believe this is the same world which demanded so much sacrifice. 

He skates his hand down to the curve of your lower back, gently pulling you closer until your bodies are flush with each other. The rise and fall of his chest staggers against yours as you wrap your arms around his neck and hold him, bathed in moonlight and the rising steam of the onsen. And though the battle only took place in one tiny pocket of the world, it feels as though you are clinging to each other among the wreckage, even here surrounded by serenity.

As much as you crave each other, you take your time and love one another slowly, washing each other with all the tenderness the world couldn’t spare you until now. You sit with your back to him as he washes your hair, his fingers deftly moving over your scalp, making goosebumps pebble along your thighs. He bows his head and weaves a cloak of kisses across your back and shoulders, making sure not to leave a single inch of you feeling unloved.

And then, when you’ve both washed away what you needed to, he takes your hand and leads you back to his home; a big, empty house waiting to be filled with the family and the love he never even allowed himself to believe he could have. The comforting scent of him lingers in the house and you feel as though you never want to leave. He doesn’t want you to go either. 

Moonlight shines through the windows, casting silver light over the pair of you as you lie together in Giyuu’s bed, lost once more in tender kisses. The relief and love, the guilt of survival, the way your mind can’t quite slip fully out of fight mode… It’s overwhelming. He notices the moment your tears start to fall. 

“Love… it’s okay,” he whispers, stroking them away with his thumb and you know he understands completely.

“We’re allowed to be happy, aren’t we?”

He smiles softly, and nods. “Yeah… we are.”

His breath is hot against your skin as he trails kisses over your jaw, down your throat, and to your chest. When his lips reach the top of your breast he pauses, lays down his head and closes his eyes, listening to your heart’s rhythm and your breathing with a quiet sigh. You know this will go on for a while; that no matter how often you reassure each other that this is real, that you both made it, that it’s okay for you to love each other, some part of you both will always question.

Because since when has the world ever been this kind?

“Can I love you forever?” he asks softly. “Is that okay?”

Your fingers thread through his soft black hair as he kisses down your stomach. “Please, Giyuu… please do.”

He brings you simple solace with the wet heat of his mouth. He settles between your thighs, eyes closed, lapping at your tender flesh with his fingers interlaced with yours. Soft and slow and so loving your heart can barely take it. He tastes every inch of you, drawing comfort from your sighs and the way you gasp his name. A groan emerges from him as you bear down on his tongue, grinding yourself against his gentle mouth. And only then does he quicken his pace, giving you what you need to drive you over the edge and plunging into ecstasy.

You can’t help but laugh a little as he raises his head to gaze at you. Giyuu always has the haziest, prettiest expression when he’s drunk on your pussy, and the war hasn’t changed that one bit. His cheeks are flushed pink, his lips glossy with your slick arousal. 

He gets back onto the bed, lying face-to-face beside you and guides your thigh over his waist, angling his hips so he can enter you. He sets a languid rhythm, kissing you the entire time, his cock only entering you halfway so he can make it last as long as possible. He fought through hell to be here with you and he’s going to make sure he cherishes every second.

“You’re… so wet…” he gasps against your lips.

You try to bite back a grin and fail. “Yeah. That’s what happens when you fuck the water hashira.”

Giyuu’s composure breaks and he laughs–really laughs–resting his forehead against your chest. “I love you.”

Gods, what a world this is; that you get to love him, that you have the luxury of time to stop and laugh together in the middle of sex. Giyuu has such an adorably boyish laugh too; one which crinkles his nose and shakes his shoulders. It’s a sound you want to hear a billion times more over the course of your life and a sight you will never tire of.

“I love you too, Giyuu. I always will.”

He’s still chuckling until he rolls you onto your back and presses himself deeper, wiping the smiles from both your faces as pleasure drowns out your amusement. The delicious stretch pulls a groan from you, and when he starts to roll his hips you can’t help but cry out. The control he has over his body is breathtaking, and the loss of his arm doesn’t hinder him at all as he has you wrap your legs around his waist and fucks you hard and deep, filling the room with the lewd symphony of slapping flesh and your wanton cries.

Every time before, he has pulled out of you, both of you unwilling to bring a child into the world when each tomorrow was so precarious. But now he presses deeper, his eyes alight with new possibility, and love like he never allowed himself to believe in. He groans as he fills you, resting his head between your breasts and listening to the thundering rhythm of your heart as you wrap your arms around him and hold him through his orgasm. 

And then you lie together in the aftermath; just you and Giyuu at the end and the beginning of it all.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

It had been such a stupid argument.

They couldn't decide on what color they wanted to paint the walls in the library (which wasn't even really a library, yet, on account of there were only five books in there). It shouldn't have been a big deal, but they'd both doubled down, snapped at each other, and Ed had slammed the door behind him as he stomped off.

And now here he was, sitting on the porch steps, chin resting on his knees, because he didn't want to be too far away from Stede, even if he was a little pissed at him.

He couldn't help but wonder if this was some kind of sign. If they could get themselves so worked up over paint, then what did that say about their chances for any long-term future?

He turned his head as the front door opened, and Stede was taking in a deep breath, ready to yell so loudly you could hear it down the beach. "EEEEEEDDD!"

"Christ, man, don't shout," Ed snorted. "I'm right here."

"Oh." Stede deflated a bit, and his shoulders slumped as he plopped down next to Ed on the steps. "I expected you would've got...further."

Stede was holding Ed's knee brace, which he obviously hadn't taken the time to put on before stomping off. Ed took it, sat it behind them on the porch, and replaced it with his hand instead.

"I'm sorry I yelled," Ed said quietly. "It's just paint, it's not a big deal."

"And I'm sorry I got so stubborn about it," Stede said, raising their joined hands to his lips to press a kiss to Ed's fingers. "We're still boyfriends, right?"

"I still love that we're boyfriends," Ed corrected, bumping their shoulders together just to make Stede smile. "I'm not gonna want to leave you over one little spat."

"Good. Because I still love that we're boyfriends, too."

"Hey, Stede?" Ed waited patiently for Stede to meet his eyes. "Why did we get so upset about paint?"

"I dunno," Stede shrugged. "Maybe because this is...the first room that's done? That's where I'm at, I think."

"Feels big, yeah. Like it's a big deal."

"And it makes it feel real -"

"Real," Ed nodded. That was a good word for it. "Like, we're doing this. That's our house."

"And it has to be perfect."

"Paint's not permanent ink, though," Ed said, after a moment. "If we decide we don't like it, we can fix it later."

"Yeah." Stede leaned his head on Ed's shoulder, and Ed rested his cheek against his forehead. "But a love like ours..."

"That's permanent," Ed finished, and he could feel Stede's smile against his cheek when Stede turned to kiss him.

They'd butt heads. They were determined, stubborn fuckers, the both of them. But Stede was Ed's most important person in the world, and he was Stede's, and even if they got mad at each other, if they'd always find each other again...

Yeah. Ed was beginning to trust in the knowledge that they'd be okay.

[vickytaa]

Special moments"

Summery: You and your boyfriend decided to go on a vacation. Everything was good until..

wc: 3.1k

an: I loved writing this. omg. matterlist

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We have been together for 2 years, living in our apartments, but always having sleepovers. Matt and I have taken several trips with his brothers, but never one with us, and I thought it was time to take a break from them and be alone. It wasn't because I disliked his brothers, in fact, I loved them as if they were my own, I just wanted to have a break with just my boyfriend.

I talked to him about it, and he readily agreed. He also wanted some alone time with me. So, we decided that when fall started, we would go to the country for a week, to a house near a small town, but far enough away to have a beautiful view of the open countryside.

When we decided, we were going to do it, we gathered Nick and Chris in the dining room to let them know we were going to take a week to enjoy the countryside.

“So, Matt and I have decided to take a week off to go to the country just the two of us.” I spoke. “A whole week?” Chris asked a little worried. “Yeah, but don’t worry Chris, you’ll be with Nick.” Matt said, trying to calm him down.

“I’m going to kill myself” Nick said as he rolled his eyes. I looked at Nick seriously to stop joking with Chris. Chris just loved his brother a lot and didn’t really want to be away from him.

“Sorry, I was just joking” he said. “It’s okay. I just wanted to let you guys know, and regarding the videos, we can record two in a week, so I don’t miss one” Matt said. “Yeah, we can talk about that later.”

A few days later,

I was packing my suitcase with my best outfits for the countryside. Since I was little, I have loved the idea of living in the countryside with my husband and children. This was the closest I was to the countryside, and it made me very happy. Matt knew this, that’s why he wanted this trip to be perfect, what he didn’t know was that the simple fact of going with him already made it perfect. After finishing packing my bags, I headed to the door to go to Matt's house, where he would be waiting for me with the truck ready to start the trip.

I arrived and when I knocked on the door, Matt opened it, super excited he placed his lips on mine, with a sweet kiss. “Are you ready?” Matt asked me while looking at him with admiration. I nodded and headed inside to say goodbye to Chris and Nick.

When I approached them, I could see Chris's eyes full of tears, as if he wanted to cry. He ran to me and hugged me tightly. “I love you so much, please take care of yourself and my brother, I don't want anything to happen to you” Chris said without letting go of me and I laughed.

“We'll be fine, don't act like we're leaving forever” I heard Matt say from his room. I moved away a little to hug Nick. “Take care, and when you come back you better tell me everything. I love you” “I love you too”

And with that Matt and I said goodbye and headed to the truck. We got in and set off for the countryside. The trip was going to be long, which is why I had taken the hard work of making a playlist that lasted hours to enjoy it a little more.

During the first hour I couldn’t take my eyes off Matt, how focused and happy he looked. How sexy too. There was pleasure in his eyes. Those blue jeans with the white tank top that let me see his tattooed arm, and that also matched my blue jean shorts and white top.

The moment was beautiful, we didn’t need to say it, we both knew that this was going to be a before and after in our relationship.

A couple of hours passed, and I got tired of listening to music in English, so I decided to put on another playlist that had music that I listened to as a child. And “Me Gusta – Ciro” started playing, it was always my favorite song, since, in addition to reminding me of all those road trips with my parents, I loved its meaning.

So, I started singing along to the music:

“Me gustan tus ojos, tu intensidad” (I like your eyes, your intensity)

“Me gusta que vengas por un trago o más” (I like that you come for a drink or more)

“Me gusta tocarte sin intención, ja” (I like touching you without meaning to, ha)

“Me gusta tu historia de resurrección” (I like your resurrection story)

“Me gusta la curva de tu nariz” (I like the curve of your nose)

“Me gusta escucharte, ser tu aprendiz” (I like hearing you be your apprentice)

And so, I continued singing the song looking at Matt, who looked at me from time to time, while he let his hand rest on my leg.

“La música es aire cuando te vas” (The music is air when you leave)

“Vos para mi” (You for me)

“Yo para vos” (Me for you) Matt started singing

“Puedo sentir una energies tan intense entre los dos” (I can feel such an intense energy between the two of us)

We both sang while my eyes filled with tears of emotion. Matt knew that was my favorite song because on our first date we had talked about our favorite songs and other things. But I didn't know that he had learned it to sing it with me.

The song continued and we both sang, me now looking at him in surprise, because he knew the song very well. When he finished, I paused the next song to speak.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had learned that.” I looked at him in surprise.

“I learn a lot of things because of you, all to see your beautiful smile,” Matt said.

A few hours later we arrived at the little house. It was just like the house I dreamed of when I was little.

Matt began to take the suitcases out of the truck while I stood admiring the landscape. It was a dream, the countryside stretched out along the mountains, covered in an emerald green that stood out with the moonlight along with its stars. The flowers, which despite the low light you could see their vibrant colors bloomed in every corner, filling the clean air with a sweet fragrance.

It was a work of art, something unimaginable. I called Matt to come look at the landscape with me. “Can we stay to see the stars tonight?” I asked while looking at him with eyes full of illusion. “Of course, sweetheart” he said and immediately took a blanket out of his backpack and spread it on the grass.

It was magical, as if time had stopped. There we were, Matt and I lying in the moonlight, admiring the endless stars. Matt slipped his arm under my body and grabbed my waist to hold me closer.

I looked into his eyes as he smiled, a comfortable silence invaded us. No words were needed, we both knew how nice it was to be together under the starry night. It was just the two of us and no one else.

After a while I turned around to see Matt almost asleep, it had been a long day, so I slowly woke him up and walked him to our room. There we cuddled up and fell deeply asleep. It was inevitable, his arms made me feel a security that no one else could.

Next morning

The rays of the sun coming in through the window illuminated the entire room. I gently opened my eyes to find the beautiful face of my boyfriend sleeping. The light coming in really highlighted his beauty. I was enthralled by his figure, unable to take my eyes off him. I stretched out and extended my arms towards him, hugging him gently.

The sound of the birds around singing a melody that seemed to come from a fairy tale ran through my ears, creating a relaxed atmosphere. I slowly raised my hand and stretched my fingers to intertwine them with Matt's hair.

Matt's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled as he woke up next to me. He put his arm around me, pulling me a little closer, if that was even possible. He softly kissed me, taking my face in his cold hands, a simple kiss but full of emotion.

We slowly separated and our eyes met. “I love waking up next to you.” I smiled at his comment, “Me too” I said as my cheeks grew pinker and pinker. “I love this, us, everything. I love you.” The happiness and tranquility he gave me was another level. I couldn't describe the love I felt for him.

Even though I wanted to stay there for hours, I knew Matt had planned a lunch by the lake. He already had several things planned to do, as I said before, he wanted it to be perfect. So, I got out of bed and started preparing breakfast while he continued to rest a little longer.

I watched him walk down the stairs in his pajamas while scrambling eggs. He slid his arms around my waist and hugged me lightly as his head rested on my shoulder. “Good morning sleepyhead,” a small laugh escaped his mouth. “Good morning sweetheart. You look beautiful you know that?” Matt said. I turned to face him and rested my palm on his cheek “I love you gorgeous, this vacation is going to be the best especially since I’m with you.” And with that I gave him a passionate kiss while hugging him by the neck. I could feel a smile forming on his face as he moved his hands down from my waist to my butt. “Matthew” I pulled away to look him seriously in the eyes, and without warning he stood up and rested me on the counter. Several kisses later, I began to smell a strange, burnt smell. I turned my head gently to see the now burnt scrambled eggs on the pan. “Oh no!” I complained as I stood up to grab the pan and show it to Matt with puppy eyes. “It’s okay, we can go to a cafe near here.”

And so, he grabbed me and took me to our room. “I don’t know what I’m going to wear, there are many options” I said as I turned to see him already dressed. “Anything you wear will look good on you” Matt smiled at me. After so much searching I found it, a white mini dress with flowers around it. I grabbed my boots and headed to the bathroom to put on my makeup.

When we left, Matt took me by the legs and went back to take me to the car. Whenever he had the chance, he took the opportunity to carry me everywhere.

We arrived at the cafe, which was a little empty since the town where we stayed was quite small and unpopulated. Matt ordered our coffees, and we went out to tour the place while we had breakfast. It was beautiful, the houses made of wood, very homely, the people, all with outfits that matched the vibes of the place. “Hey, look at this,” Matt said as he pointed his finger at an elderly couple sitting on a bench. “This is us in a few years,” he said. It filled my heart with joy, knowing that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, just like I did.

Hours passed and, in the afternoon, we returned home to enjoy the countryside. We sat down, talked about our future, things we were passionate about, things that seemed unreal to us, basically everything. We laughed, sharing stories and memories of us on our previous vacations. At one point, looking at the landscape in front of us, all I wanted was to run, to feel free, to have the wind hit my face and move my hair, to have my legs run through the great mountains, to fill myself with the sweet scent of flowers. And so it was, I took Matt's hand and started running all over the place. It seemed like something out of a movie, a dream, but no, this was real life, and I was enjoying it with the love of my life. At one point we got tired, and we lay down on the grass, watching the sun set below the horizon, creating a mix of colors in the sky, orange, red, blue, and violet tones. The world became quieter. Time seemed to stop.

Matt and I always liked to record memories so we could look back on them and remember the good times. So when I turned my head to look at Matt, he was holding the camera with a huge smile, watching me enjoy one of the most beautiful landscapes my eyes had ever seen.

He loved seeing me so happy, so he always wanted to fulfill my dreams, or things I really liked. He always made a list of everything I mentioned, he knew how to listen to me.

He slowly picked me up from the ground and carried me into the house. It had been a beautiful day, and nothing could compare to that. I didn’t want it to end there.

The next morning, we woke up, but neither of us really wanted to get out of bed. “Can we do nothing today?” I asked as our half-closed eyes looked at each other. “Sure honey.” After that he planted a kiss on my forehead and snuggled around my neck. We stayed like that for hours until Matt decided to get up and make breakfast. I followed him down the stairs and when I got to the kitchen I sat at the counter while I watched him cook. He did everything with delicacy and made sure he didn't miss a single detail.

I could stay there watching him for hours. It was mesmerizing, every move done with gentleness while he cooked. I helped him set the table and sat next to him to start enjoying my breakfast/lunch. “It's delicious” I said with my mouth full of food but covering it with my hand. “Thanks” Matt thanked me. “It's good that this isn't burnt like yesterday's breakfast” We started laughing. “It wasn't my fault anyway, I just had more important things to do” I said, not knowing that I had sounded very seductive. “Oh yeah?” Matt asked, trying to play along. I nodded as I slowly approached him, then kissed him. He kissed me back and then I started kissing his entire jaw and then his neck. We were both enjoying being alone.

Then I stepped away and got up from the table to take the dirty dishes to the sink. I could feel Matt’s eyes glued to my ass, although I tried to hide it a little every now and then. “Hey, how about we sit on the couch and watch a movie?” Matt suggested. “Oh, I’d love to. I’m going to go get a blanket.” And so I did, I went to look for a blanket to cover ourselves in the living room closet. When I came back, I saw Matt sitting there looking for a movie to watch. “Anything in particular you want to watch?” “Five feet apart?” I said. “Oh, good horror,” we both laughed. “And how about They’re like kids? To laugh a little.” I nodded and sat next to him, resting my head on his chest while he hugged me around the waist, and with his other hand he caressed my head.

When the movie ended, we were too sleepy to get up and go to bed, so Matt turned off the TV and we both fell asleep in each other’s arms. The next few days were amazing, we didn't have a routine, or plans made, we just did whatever we wanted. And before we knew it, this trip was coming to an end. It had been the best trip I've ever taken in my entire life, simply a memory that would live in my mind for the rest of my life. But it wasn't over yet, there was an unexpected surprise.

The two of them were sitting in the field while watching the beautiful sunset again. “Until I found you” was playing in the car. It was just beautiful. Then suddenly Matt put the camera on record without me noticing and grabbed my arm, lifting me up to hug and kiss me. We were so happy to be together, and it showed. Matt let go of me and looked into my eyes, full of happiness. With no time to waste, Matt pulled a handwritten letter out of his pocket and began to read it.

“Y/n, the moment I met you I knew you were special. In you I found my true home and my deepest soul mate. Your love for my family, your immense dreams, your courage, your empathy, your way of being, your way of loving and everything about you inspires me day by day. You are my ray of light. You are the one who cares about how everyone feels, the one who sees the good in people, the one who sees potential where others see difficulties. This journey with you made me realize how much I love you and I love being with you. That’s why” He pauses to kneel before you “Y/n, I promise to love you every day, and to be there for you whenever you need me. I want to wake up with you every morning and fulfill your dreams no matter how impossible you think they are. I want to make you happy, just like you do every day. And share my life with you until the end.” My eyes couldn’t believe it, this was the moment I had waited for my whole life. “Y/n, will you marry me?” “Yes!” I screamed as I jumped up and down in excitement. Matt put the ring on me and stood up to grab my face and slowly give me a soft, deep kiss.

“And that’s how your dad proposed to me, 10 years ago,” I said.

“Wow, daddy you’re so romantic!” Sara, our 5-year-old daughter. “Yes dad, you’re the best, when I grow up, I want to find someone just as special to me as mommy is to you,” said Tom, Sara’s twin, also 5 years old.

I looked at Matt who smiled at me remembering our happy times. “I think I still have the video,” he said. “I want to watch it daddy!” “Yes! Me too!” both kids said.

We all sat on the couch and watched the video. “Wait, mommy is that our house?” Tom asked. “Yes baby, I’ve always dreamed with living here with my husband and children, and Matt made my dreams come true.”

“I love you Y/n”

“love you more Matt”

___________________☆__________________

♡♡♡

[doumadono]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

could you do sero, kaminari, and kirishima (all seperate) comforting an s/o who struggles with major depression? she masks really well so no one knows she’s struggling to feel any sort of emotion at all, but whenever she messes up or doesnt get a good grade, everyone around her calls her lazy, says she isnt trying hard enough. i’ve really been struggling with this lately. thank you <3

Sero, Denki & Kirishima with s/o struggling with depression - headcanons

EMERGENCY REQS MASTERLIST

Sero

Late at evening, in the quiet corners of the shared dorm, Sero notices your distant gaze as you stare blankly at your textbooks.

Sero sits down beside you. "Hey, you okay? You've been kinda distant lately."

You offer a weak smile, "Yeah, just tired, I guess."

Sero isn't buying it. He wraps an arm around your shoulder casually, "Come on, spill it. You can't fool me, Y/N."

You take a deep breath, unsure if you should open up, but his easygoing demeanor encourages you. "It's just... I'm struggling, Hanta. People think I'm lazy, but it's like I can't feel anything."

Sero listens attentively, understanding dawning on his face. "You don't have to carry all that alone, you know? We're here for you, me and the others. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Sometimes it feels like I'm drowning, and everyone thinks I'm lazy or not trying hard enough when that's not the case... I feel trapped... And I didn't want to be a bother."

Sero leans in, offering a comforting hug and a little peck to your cheek. "Y/N, lend me your ear for a moment. You're genuinely one of the most resilient individuals I've ever known, and I truly admire that about you. Life has a way of throwing challenges our way, and despite our best efforts, there are moments when achieving top grades or succeeding in every aspect seems elusive. But you know what? That's absolutely okay! You deserve kindness from yourself, especially during those times. Embrace the imperfections, and be gentler with your own journey. I love you for who you are. And you're far from being a bother to me."

A gentle smile graces your lips in response to your boyfriend's heartfelt words as you gaze at him. "You're always so sweet to me, Hanta…"

He smirks, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I can appreciate every bit of you, imperfections and all. To me, you're perfect with every single one of them."

Denki

Kaminari notices your distant demeanor during class, and one day, after a particularly tough exam, he catches you alone in the courtyard. "Hey, you okay? You seemed kinda down in there."

You brush it off, "Just stressed, you know? College is tough."

Kaminari grins, "But seriously, if you ever need to talk, I'm here, babygirl." The gravity of the situation you're currently facing hasn't fully dawned on him yet.

It takes a while, but one day, you find yourself sharing your struggles with him after the lectures. "People think I'm not trying, but it's like I can't find the energy to care."

Kaminari's eyes soften. "You're not lazy, okay? Sometimes things get tough, but you're not alone. You have me by your side, yeah?"

"I understand, but you've got your own burdens to bear, and I don't want to pile on more…" you murmur, head bowed, as you both walk back to the dorm hand in hand.

Kaminari's hand tightens around yours, his fingers entwining with yours. "Sweetheart, you should have shared this with me sooner. I'd find a way to support you. Promise me, never keep things from me, alright?"

"But, Denki…"

"Shush, shush, baby."

As you share your struggles with the constant pressure and the fear of judgment, Kaminari offers a supportive smile. "You know, sometimes I feel like I'm not the brightest either, but it's okay. We all have our strengths. It doesn't define you."

Denki comes to a sudden stop, gently drawing you into a warm, encompassing hug. His arms wrap around you snugly, and he rests his chin tenderly on top of your head. "I have complete faith in you. You're incredibly intelligent, and I beg you not to be too harsh on yourself, my beautiful smartie."

Gently cradling your face in his hands, he guides your gaze towards him. Leaning in, he tenderly presses his lips against yours, savoring the moment. Breaking the kiss, he whispers softly, "You can count on me. I'm here to support you."

Eijiro

Kirishima, ever the embodiment of strength and resilience, notices the subtle signs of your struggle. One day, after a training session, he catches you on your way out. "Hey, mind sparing a moment?"

You hesitate but decide to open up. "It's just that people think I'm not trying hard enough, and it's hard to prove them wrong, Eijiro."

His sincere concern is evident as you share your feelings. Kirishima nods, understanding. "I get it. But you don't have to prove anything to anyone. You're the best the way you are. We're a team, and I've got your back."

It takes time, but you slowly unravel more of your struggles to him. "I'm just so tired all the time, Eijiro."

Kirishima places a hand on your shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze. The red-haired man nods, understanding the pressure to always appear strong. "You don't have to carry it all alone, you know. It's okay to let someone in."

As you emerge from the locker room, having changed into your regular clothes, you find Kirishima standing in the corridor, leaning casually against a wall.

His eyes light up as he spots you, and a warm smile graces his face. "There you are, sweetpie! Come on! I'm taking you for mochi!" he declares, enthusiasm evident in his voice.

A slight frown caresses your forehead as you consider the time constraints. "But we need to get back to the dorm…"

Kirishima reassures you with a playful grin, "Don't worry, I talked with Aizawa-sensei, and we have an hour. So, better let's move!" His excitement is contagious, and you find yourself unable to resist the invitation to a spontaneous mochi adventure.

On the path to the quaint restaurant nestled just around the corner from U.A., Kirishima walks beside you, his hand firmly entwined with yours. Absentmindedly, he traces soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb, a comforting rhythm in sync with your steps.

As you approach the entrance, he stops, turning to face you with a genuine warmth in his eyes. "I love you, Y/N," Kirishima declares, his voice a steady anchor. "It pains me to see that you've been concealing your true feelings for such an extended period, allowing the weight to accumulate within you. Please, always remember, you can come to me and share your struggles. I promise to be there for you, helping you find a way out of whatever challenges life throws your way."

[xthelastknownsurvivorx]

Jiaduobao X Star Rail Collab Promo Video Translation

Happy lunar new year! I translated the jiaduobao x hsr collab promo video (note that this follows the English localization and is not a literal translation)

Translation below the cut!

"Whistling Flames Fortune Economics" Special Episode

[Tingyun:] Hello friends in the audience Welcome to a special episode of "Whistling Flames Fortune Economics" I'm your host, Tingyun

[Aventurine:] Hello, everyone Your humble servant Aventurine at your disposal. Just a cog in the machine known as the IPC's Strategic Investment Department Wait, Miss Tingyun, aren't we supposed to be discussing business? Why are we on TV?

[Tingyun:] No, no. Securing sponsors is vital for the Corporation And this program is exclusively sponsored by "National Herbal Tea" Jiaduobao A can of Jiaduobao for the new year, to wish you good fortune and prosperity

[Aventurine:] laughs No wonder Miss Tingyun had someone tell me to dress festively

[Tingyun:] Director Aventurine is so thoughtful At first glance, I would have thought a young master from the Xianzhou had come instead

[Tingyun:] We've talked and laughed enough Today I've prepared a basket of businesses with great vitality

[Tingyun:] On Jarilo-VI there's a new artistic rising star with unlimited business potential

[Aventurine:] To audiences at home, this artistic style may be a bit ahead of its time How about we look at the next page

[Tingyun:] Our sponsor's business is showing great vitality as well Jiaduobao herbal tea intends to enter the cosmos

[Aventurine:] Coincidentally, Madam Jade recently invested in a hotpot (restaurant) chain

Badge text: Perfect with hotpot

You won't be angry with Jiaduobao by your side (T/N: I think this is a pun on the report title?) Invested in

[Tingyun:] The last of the pile is also my favorite one An illustrated book of the universe's beauties, part two Photos capturing a moment in time of them It was a big hit after the first issue came out

[Aventurine:] Sounds like a great business indeed However…

[Tingyun:] However?

[Aventurine:] My game account pulling service has already been fully booked

T/N: That is, he can't help us collect more (beautiful) characters digitally

[Tingyun:] You should be aware Our guide of beauties thus far includes A lazy general A gentle scholar A taciturn swordsman All that's missing is a graceful and elegant director, to open up the cosmic market

[Aventurine:] Photography requires the permission of the subjects How can I make the decision on behalf of those potential colleagues?

[Tingyun:] Director Aventurine must be joking In terms of grace, you're the face of it for the Strategic Investment Department

[Aventurine:] Or perhaps Miss Tingyun is playing a joke on me?

[Tingyun:] Perhaps… This could change your mind

[Aventurine:] It seems you don't know The rights to my image have long been sold to the Corporation In exchange for some coins

[Tingyun:] We're willing to offer an authorization fee of the highest standard

[Aventurine:] If the budget is limited You could just find a prettier professional model.

[Tingyun:] But budget is always tied to sales.

[Aventurine:] What if there is a more suitable candidate? The Astral Express members would be pretty good

[Tingyun:] Mr. Director, you really must enjoy joking around How could you ask such important customers to come personally?

[Aventurine:] Since Miss Tingyun is determined to have her way Why don't we leave it up to fate?

[Tingyun:] I think… I just signed a deal with a very expensive new model

[Aventurine:] Miss Tingyun is too modest. Then I'll wish us a happy collaboration

[Tingyun:] Then against the backdrop of the herbal tea shop's pretty scenery, Director Aventurine, let's begin our collaboration

[Tingyun:] Wishing all of our friends in the audience a new year of Fortune and prosperity Ablaze with money to spend

[Aventurine:] May you have good luck Advancing your education and increasing your salary

[Both:] Drink a can of Jiaduobao And your new year's horoscope will bring wealth and fortune

[Aventurine:] What's this?

Channel Name: Whistling Flames Chamber of Commerce – Flagship Store

[Tingyun:] Oh my This is a really great omen Just now I received some good news The Jiaduobao in our live broadcast studio has sold out tonight! What's that? The pre-sale photocards of Director Aventurine have also completely sold out!

So this isn't "Fortune Economy"

T/N: As in, this is only Tingyun's livestream, not a joint TV show

[Tingyun:] TV shows are long-outdated Business models must also keep up with the times

[Aventurine:] Please send the livestream contract to my email address

[cityofmeliora]

transcript: Sweden Rock Festival (June 4, 2015)

this was only Terzo's second live performance. you can tell from the way he speaks in this concert and in his first concert that he had not yet grown into the role of an entertainer. he wasn't fully sure of himself and what he was doing. (which caused a few endearingly awkward moments.) he did eventually build up his confidence, and he became the flamboyant, dramatic, powerful stage presence we've come to know and love.

FULL CONCERT (AUDIO ONLY)

[BETWEEN "FROM THE PINNACLE TO THE PIT" AND "RITUAL"]

Thank you very much. How are you doing tonight? So nice to see you all here tonight in the cold. Are you feeling cold? No? Maybe it's just me. Maybe my rigor mortis is setting in. Anyway, this is my first big night together with all of you all. I hope you all will enjoy this as much as I will. So, join us here now for our first real big "Ritual" together.

[BETWEEN "PRIME MOVER" AND "MAJESTY"]

Thank you very much. Are you still awake? Perfectly sober, right? A little bit tipsy? Yes… So are you getting some tonight, heh? Some more than others… Well! We have a new phonographic record coming out. Yes, yes! We're gonna treat you for some new songs. This is one of them. This is called… "Majesty"!

[BETWEEN "CIRICE" AND "STAND BY HIM"]

Yes… So, how am I doing so far? Not very bad! I know, this is a very good show, heh! So… it's very cold up here. Not everywhere. And I hope you are warm in the right place, too. Are you warm in the right places, Sweden Rock? Are you doing good? Fantastic. Now, we're gonna play you a rocking song. And I need you to clap your hands -in pace, preferrably- along with the introduction, which happens to be on the drums.

[BETWEEN "YEAR ZERO" AND "ABSOLUTION"]

How about that? Well, it's getting late. Yes! It's not a matter of opinion; it is getting late. So, I know it might seem a little confusing –it's even a little confusing to me, sometimes– y'know, playing new songs for people who've never heard these songs. But I tell you what– we have a really good ending song that you will understand why it is an ending song when you hear it. But now it might seem a bit strange, huh? But we have to finish this off now. And this is a really cool song that we have on the next record. This is called… "Absolution".

[BETWEEN "ABSOLUTION" AND "IF YOU HAVE GHOSTS"]

Goodnight, everybody. Thank you very much. You are beautiful. Goodnight. Wear rubbers. Have fun.

[THE BAND PRETENDS TO LEAVE AND COME BACK]

You're saying our name wrong. We're called "Ghost". But nobody's perfect. But you know what, Sweden Rock– Do you know what you have tonight here, which is all yours? Say it! [AUDIENCE SHOUTS "GHOST!"] Yes… you do.

[BETWEEN "IF YOU HAVE GHOSTS" AND "MONSTRANCE CLOCK"]

There you are. Don't you be falling asleep on me! Okay! We are now officially wrapping– with a song. It's not a rap song, though. [STAMMERS] I've heard from my brother that you are somewhat of a singing crowd. So you like singing, eh? That is fantastic because that is exactly what we're gonna do right now. And if you had said no, that would have been… weird. So thank you for not being weird and weirding me out. I'm weird enough as it is. So! Apparently, these lyrics are very easy. So everybody knows the lyrics for this last song, huh? It's a damn predictable band, always playing the last same song. I told him, but… apparently, it works. So, are you all down for singing with me tonight? Fantastic. And while you're at it, please give a big round of applause for the Ghouls. Conclusively, I give you… "Monstrance Clock".

setlist below cut:

INTRO (MASKED BALL)

GENESIS

FROM THE PINNACLE TO THE PIT

RITUAL

PRIME MOVER

MAJESTY

CON CLAVI CON DIO

DEATH KNELL

CIRICE

STAND BY HIM

ELIZABETH

SATAN PRAYER

YEAR ZERO

ABSOLUTION

IF YOU HAVE GHOST

MONSTRANCE CLOCK

[shubblelive]

— HYPOTHETICAL CAT

summary : your first time staying with wilbur since the beginning of your long-distance relationship, and you're already dreading leaving him. luckily for you, you may not have to.

genre : fluff

warnings : slightly dialogue heavy?? not proofread unlike usual but i think we're good

pairing : cc!wilbur soot x cc!fem!reader

pronouns : none (you/yours) BUT wilbur referrs to reader as a girl

featuring : cc! wilbur soot

requested : Could you do a wilbur fic where him and the reader have a long distance relationship? And one day when she comes and visits him, he admits he cant go such long periods of time without seeing her, so he proposes that she moves in with him, the rest is up to you, thank you! xx

word count : 873

note : okay i wrote this all in one day which i never do but it was a struggle. but, i power through for you guys. i hope you enjoy this <33333

No one told you when you started out that your favourite thing about content creation would be the webcam quality. Of course, it was definitely something you could live without, but on nights when it was just you and Wilbur, a video call on your desktop as your sun rose and his set, the fact that you could see him in picture perfect vision was occasionally the only thing holding you together. 

But then suddenly, he was right in front of you.

You and Wilbur had been together for nearly three years, meeting at a creator event ages ago. You’d seen him at a panel and he’d waited in line to meet you just to give you his phone number, asking you to call him, and two weeks later he was calling you darling. 

You’d known at that first meeting that you lived awfully far from each other, but that hadn’t been thought of as a particularly big issue until the two of you started dating, and then it was comparable to torture. You’d have semi-regular meetings where he’d fly to your place and stay with you for a couple of days. This time, though, this was different.

“You have been holding out on me,” your voice was heavy with sleep, your head in Wilbur’s lap as the two of you watched something, some nature documentary that was playing so softly it was almost designed to put you to sleep. “Your couch is so much more comfortable than mine is.”

Wilbur looked down at you fondly. “My bad,” he laughed steadily, careful not to be too loud. “I guess I thought that if you got to experience the wonders of my sofa you’d only wanna come here, I wouldn’t get to come see you as much.”

“I knew you and Mr Gardener had some weird thing going on,” you said, accusatory with a smile draped across your face.

“He makes you bread!” Wilbur defended. “How are you not obsessed with him?”

You cracked one of your eyes open sleepily, hand coming up to reach for his. He took it eagerly, drinking in your figure as you lay on his couch. “I’m pretty sure he’s not the one doing it.”

Wilbur threw his head back to rest against the couch, letting out a puff of air. “Okay, maybe Emily is the one doing the actual baking, but you can’t tell me that Mr Gardener doesn’t add to the experience.”

“I’m sure he does.” You hummed.

“You can not seriously tell me that baking a loaf of bread is not made infinitely better by the presence of a cat.”

You paused. “Okay, okay. It would be.”

Wilbur let out a pleased noise, moving down to run his hands up and down the exposed skin by your collarbone. “We should get a cat,”

His voice was barely loud enough for you to hear it, your eyes closed and his voice heavy with exhaustion. The two of you had been out all day on the first day of your visit, finally taking a moment to rest. 

“Should we?” You mused. “Who gets custody?”

Wilbur made a choking sound like the answer was obvious. “Well- I would, right?”

You forced yourself up, yawning as you brought your knees to your chest. “Why am I jealous of our hypothetical cat right now?”

Wilbur chuckled and reached for you, sitting forward on his knees, gently tugging at your calves until he was resting on your chest. “You don’t have to be,” he pointed out. “I’ve got a very big bed. And an entire section of wardrobe that I’m not using, and-”

“Wilbur,” you chided. “You know it’s not as easy as me simply never going home. Believe me, if I could spend the rest of my life curled into this couch, I would but-”

Wilbur sighed dramatically, pulling himself off you and standing up. “There you go, dream crusher,” he let out an exaggerated groan, taking you by the hand and pulling you up. His cheek was pressed against the side of your face, hands interlocked. “Crushing my dreams all crush-ier and dreamy.”

You let out a giggle as he poked your side. “You think I’m dreamy?”

“So dreamy,” he nodded. “Dream girl material right here, loves me, loves our future cat-”

“Loves your sofa,” you added dreamily. 

“And before I let you two get a room, please just consider moving in with me?” He begged gently. “Come on, wouldn’t it be so nice? Just you and me, I’d even let you name the cat. Please?”

“I’m not doing it for you.” You conceded. “I’m doing it for Rhubarb and all of the future kisses I am going to get from him on my new couch.”

He kissed you on the forehead. “Okay, I’ll leave you guys alone, I see where I’m not wanted.” He pressed another one on the side of your mouth.

“No,” you groaned, trying to drag him back on the couch. “I don’t have our cat yet, I need someone to shower me with affection.”

He huffed as he sat back on the couch, letting you collapse on top of him, revelling in the comfortable weight of you pressed against him. “Fine, fine. If I must.”