#also also you don’t have to accept the proposal; i think it can be funny both ways. either Simeon gets stuck in a game with a guy he hates

[knightley-gambit]

“better if you don’t, it wouldn’t be a good game otherwise”

“Speaking of which, you don’t have do go yet, do ya? what about a game? right here, right now!”

[ *> Horace is trying to not look as excited as he feels about the possibility of playing a game of Chess with Simeon. he’s failing miserably. ]

[ *> He’s controlling himself enough to just barely withhold himself from shaking in excitement. ]

{BEFORE KNIGHTLEY'S DEATH; AT A PRISON VISIT}

"Hey, Knightley. I, um, got you a gift I thought you'd like."

-- Simon Keyes !!! (@people-can-be-tamed)

" no way,, really?

i will, what’d you bring? "

[snk-smartpass]

TEXT Vol. 04 Connie’s Operation Proposal

Sometimes during training, one has no choice but to use their head. At times, this means having to write many words. In logical order, at that…

[Supplie Requasition

Bread: A bunch

Potatos: Around 5 boxes?

Milk: Not spoiled

Blades: Enough to attack Titans

Gas: A good amount]

“Start over.”

The instructor thrust Connie’s strategy to proposal back at him after little more than a glance. Dejected, he took the page.

••••••

“…How do you even begin to teach an idiot like this?”

“Forget about what he should be writing. I don’t even think he knows how to count supplies…”

Connie’s corpsmates had a good laugh at the document Connie wrote having summoned up all his brainpower. This wasn’t funny to him.

“I can pass the practical exams fine! Making it to the top of the class might even be realistic if it wasn’t for these tests where you have to write stuff…”

“Guess that means we don’t have a good reason to bother teaching you. The fewer competitors we have, the better.”

The other recruits may have been his corpsmates, but they were also his rivals, all competing for top marks. Connie’s desperate plea had backfired.

“C’mon! You can’t abandon me like this!

His fellow recruits laughed and ignored him as they returned to the barracks.

••••••

Two people happened to pass by Connie as he studied alone in the cafeteria. It was Reiner and Marco, who had just been helping the instructor with something. Two recruits with not only high practical marks, but top grades in the classroom too.

“Connie… You’re still studying?”

“It feels like they’re gonna send me back to my village if I keep getting these bad grades… I have to…”

Becoming a soldier was an important goal for Connie, someone who’d always been looked down upon as stupid. No matter how much trouble he had with something, he needed to get it done. His mother would surely be happy, if he finished with top marks this way. After Connie explained his situation to them, Reiner patted him on the shoulder.

“You understand what materials are required. All you need is to take your time with the numbers and be specific as you put them down. It’s fine if you write it in your own words.”

“You should also be more careful about your handwriting. Write it in a legible way, one that gets across just how much you need the materials.”

“Marco, Reiner… You guys are really kind.”

The two gave him words of encouragement, and Connie began again on his rejected document having processed their advice in his own way.

••••••

[Supply Requasition

Bread: Three days worth for five people

Potatoes: See above

Milk: See above. Fresh

Blades: Half a horse cart’s worth

Gas: Half a horse cart’s worth]

“…Looks fine.”

Through his corpsmates had insulted his document, it was ultimately accepted. Not only that, the instructor put it up in a place for everyone to see and learn from.

“What you need in a chaotic situation isn’t beautiful prose, it’s to write in a way that gives any reader an easy and accurate understanding of the current conditions. The words used by Recruit Springer in his requisition may be crude, but they show a proper understanding of the minimum needed by the squads that will be carrying out the operation they’ve been given. One could say that this sets an example of sorts, given that a soldier’s duty is to always be on the front lines.”

“Heh… So I am a genius.”

Frankly speaking, Connie only understood the part when the instructor said his work “sets an example.” Still, his corpsmates seemed to view him in a new light now. He decided he’d be as diligent as possible in his coursework, all in the hope that he’d get to experience this feeling again.

••••••

SOURCE: Attack on Titan: Short Stories 3

TRANSLATION: Ko Ransom

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

this is not a take technically this is an advertisement for my favorite fe pairing but hello i think everyone should consider lon’qu/tharja. they’re very sweet. their chain is one of lon’qu’s few backstory/lore-involved supports and unlike the other one that gets heavy into it (cherche, also a good chain but we’re not talking abt that right now) where she already knows his history, he willingly tells tharja what’s haunting him and she’s sympathetic to his struggles and kind in tone as she responds to him. she wants to help him and works on devising a memory wipe for him. when he decides to not erase his memories of ke’ri because he doesn’t want to forget her even if his trauma is related to his memories of her she accepts it (although in en she does grumble a bit about it bc it was a lot of effort to prepare what she needed, in jpn the tone is a lot softer and she accepts right away and doesn’t press it.)

their s support is also very sweet. tharja is the one who proposes to lon’qu, saying she wants to be there for him and support him as he works through his traumas. robin does come up, as they do in almost all of her supports bar donnel & kellam :(, but she brings them up solely so she can bait him into giving her an answer because he’s like What at first and it’s funny to me. she’s like tch… whatever…. if you don’t respond i don’t care… i’ll dedicate the rest of my life to MU…. 🙄 and then lon’qu responds. LOL. and his jpn dialogue for this reply includes, and i quote: “I...want to be near you. You understand about me and women... I want to touch you...and I want to respond to that. I'll show you that I can overcome this flaw...” (TL: Miscellany on SerenesForest’s Awakening TL thread). like that’s such good dialogue. and his EN dialogue is also really good i just like that JPN bit. the EN is: “However, there is a strength and grace about you that I find appealing. You are the first to look so deep into my heart and accept what you saw there. With you at my side, I might finally free myself of this painful past.” still very good.

they just want to be with and support each other. he’s afraid he’ll put her in danger by them being together and she’s swift to say she can take care of herself. and then says (this one’s jpn dialogue again bc i love comparing en/jp dialogue it’s fascinating to see the differences) that she wants to get closer to him and asks him to promise that he’ll work to overcome his fears with her. and then he gives her a ring as proof of his dedication to her, showcasing he wanted to propose to Her and that she just beat him to it.

it’s sweet. they’re sweet. lon’qu’s future past conversation with noire mentions that being with tharja does in fact help him out a lot. they’re a pairing and a family that work together sosososo well. please consider them (i have pictures of their dialogues but i cannot attach them bc i’m anonymous so just take my descriptions of everything and handful of quotes sorry). lontharja the world 4ever

im convinced 👀

[anotherstudtouse]

Holiday Reunion

Summary: Your step-sister, Angela, doesn’t like the girl you brought over for the holidays.

Warnings: SMUT, sex between step-siblings, jealousy, sex with a fake cum-filled strap-on, cheating (well not really) (things aren’t exclusive with the girlfriend), breeding kink, choking, long story short it’s filthy and I’m fairly new to posting my writings so I’m not entirely sure what all needs a warning and what doesn’t yet

Being Angela’s step-sister is a relatively new situation, one the two of you are still having trouble accepting six months into it. It’s not that you dislike each other — Well, she might dislike you, but you certainly don’t dislike her.

In fact, you like her a little too much.

How could you not, though, right? Effortlessly funny, quick-witted, and gorgeous, Angela is a joy just to be around. The first few weeks you’d known her — the weeks leading up to the wedding between her father and your mother — had been more than enough have you infatuated with her, and for a while you two got along amazingly. Sometimes, in your rare moments alone together, it almost felt as though Angela felt the same way you did.

The night of the wedding, however, changed everything, and unfortunately you were too drunk that night to remember what happened. You’ve tried to apologize more than once, and even though Angela’s always told you that you have nothing to be sorry for, it still feels so tense every time you’re in a room together. Six months in, you’ve decided to just count yourself lucky you’re adults and don’t have to live with each other, or else things might’ve gotten far too awkward.

Like tonight. Tonight, you’re at your mom’s house — Well, you suppose it’s Angela’s dad’s house, too. It’s the few days between Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve and both your mother and Angela’s father have separately convinced the two of you to stay from Christmas Eve until January 2nd. You’d figured this would be the perfect opportunity to introduce your girlfriend of two months to your mom as well as have someone around to distract you from the tension between Angela and yourself. Even though things aren’t serious between you two and you weren’t even exclusive yet, she’d agreed. It had been, in your head, a wonderful idea!

But now you’re here, sitting on the living room sofa, playing some ‘get to know you’ game that Angela’s father had proposed where you pull a card with a question about yourself and people in the room try to answer it for you, and Angela, who’s already been not only friendly but also somewhat touchy (a lingering hug as she greeted you at the beginning of the night, two hands brushing against your shoulders and arms as she stepped into your space and slipped your jacket off, a hand on your forearm as she laughed at a stupid joke you told – not that you’re keeping track or anything) toward you tonight, has answered every question about yourself correctly. She knows your favorite color, your deepest fear, your dreams for the future, the weirdest dream you’ve ever had — Things you’d casually mentioned in the past that you never would’ve expected her to actually have been paying attention to.

Even worse, she corrects Theresa, your girlfriend, when the poor girl gets anything about you wrong. You don’t hold it against Theresa at all — you’ve only been dating for two months, after all — but it feels like Angela does. You’ve never seen your step-sister like this — smug, competitive — and she’s never made so much eye contact with you before, usually looking at anything other than you.

Oh, god. It’s your turn again.

Leaning forward, you draw a card from the deck with your free hand, your other hand grasping Theresa’s in reassurance. You can tell she feels bad that she doesn’t know you as well as Angela obviously thinks she should.

“Do I ever want to have children?” You read off the card.

Theresa perks up, and you glance anxiously at Angela before your eyes finally land on your girlfriend beside you. “Oh, we’ve talked about this one! No, you don’t.”

“She’s right,” your mom agrees, sending Theresa an encouraging smile. “I came to terms with having no grandchildren a long time ago.” Angela’s father gives a little chuckle at that, and you roll your eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, you do,” Angela interjects, eyes on you. Her eyes have been on you all night. “You told me you do. At your mom’s and my dad’s wedding.”

You freeze, blinking, the tips of your ears beginning to feel especially warm. You don’t remember that. You must’ve told her that while you were drunk. You don’t tell anyone that; it’s not a serious goal of yours, more of a… well, more of a kink. You want to be bred. It’s not exactly something you tell everyone, or even a girlfriend of only two months. You told Angela that?

You can see in her eyes that that’s exactly what she means, too. It’s as if time has stopped for a moment, Angela’s words hanging in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore. She doesn’t look disgusted with the information, but that must be why things changed so drastically after that night. What the hell happened?

A laugh that you hope doesn’t sound as nervous as you feel escapes you, and you shrug. “I mean, I thought maybe I could change my mind for the right person, but honestly, probably not.” You shoot a playful glance toward your mom. “Don’t get your hopes up.”

As everyone chuckles and moves on, you exhale a relieved sigh, sending a reassuring smile Theresa’s way. Weirdness averted.

You can’t get rid of the feeling deep in your gut, though, that Angela knows. She knows how you feel about her, feelings you’ve been trying to push down for months only for them to resurface all at once as your eyes meet hers again. She takes a sip of her drink, throat bobbing as she swallows, and she never breaks eye contact once.

“Uh, it’s, um— It’s getting kind of late, and we woke up early this morning, so Theresa and I are gonna head to bed if that’s okay.” You’re already standing when your mom and Angela’s dad excuse you, and though Theresa furrow her brows at you, she doesn’t say anything about the sudden stutter.

As you begin to lead your girlfriend toward the stairs, you hear Angela speak up again behind you. “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” Something about the way she says it makes your throat go dry.

——

The digital alarm clock beside the bed in this guest room reads 1:44am. You blink slowly, eyelids still heavy from sleep. You’ve already kicked the blanket off yourself, leaving it pooled mostly on top of Theresa. It’s too hot in here. You’d be lying if you said that’s the reason you’re having so much trouble sleeping, though; the heat is a symptom of something that’s not going to be cured as long as you stay in this bed.

Quietly, you slip out of bed. You contemplate for a moment putting on some pants but the walk down the hallway to the bathroom isn’t very far and everyone’s asleep — Your tank top and underwear will do. Keeping your eyes on your girlfriend in an effort to make sure she doesn’t stir, you exit the room as silently as possible and make your way to the unoccupied bathroom.

In your hurry to get inside, you close the door a little too loudly. You only spare a second to cringe inwardly before you’re leaning back against the sink, recalling every interaction you’ve had with your step-sister tonight. The looks, the touches, the words – They’re seared into your brain. Maybe you’re reading too much into things but it’s driving you crazy and you need relief now. One hand gripping the sink, your other hand descends from your abdomen to the waistband of your underwear.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You’ve moved on – You have a girlfriend in bed just down the hall, and here you are, about to touch yourself to thoughts of your step-sister. You should go back to bed. You need to go back to bed.

That’s the last thought you have before your fingers dip underneath your waistband to slip between already slick folds. The feeling has you biting your lip in an effort to keep yourself from moaning, and your eyes flutter shut to replace images of this bathroom with prettier images of Angela on her knees. Your breathing is getting heavier now, fingers rubbing tight circles around your swollen clit, and god it’s good, it’s so good, it’s—

The sound of the door that you’d stupidly forgotten to lock creaking open has your eyes snapping open in shock and embarrassment, and as you make eye contact for what feels like the thousandth time tonight with Angela, you freeze. She’s in a pair of obscenely short pajama shorts and a t-shirt and seems just as surprised to see you. You can see the realization slowly dawning on her as her gaze travels lower and lower, finally stopping on the hand still between your thighs.

Fuck.

Mortified, you begin to pull your hand out of your underwear when Angela’s shoots out to grasp your wrist, effectively halting your movements. Her eyes are darker than you’ve ever seen them, and your heart is pounding in your chest.

“Is this for her?” Her voice comes out hushed. It would’ve been difficult to hear her if she hadn’t just stepped into your personal space. You part your lips to try to lie but she doesn’t give you time to. “It isn’t, is it? If it were, you’d still be in your room.”

Her grip on your wrist is tight, and the way she’s speaking to and looking at you tells you she already has you figured out; she’s just waiting for you to say it. You lick your lips, eyes darting down to Angela’s then back to her eyes – those dark, beautiful, intense eyes.

“… No,” you finally respond. As you speak, Angela releases her hold on your wrist only to slip her hand underneath your waistband, covering your hand with her own and causing you to suck in a shaky breath.

She steps closer, eyes flitting between yours as if searching for something in them. “Who’s it for, then?” Her fingers press into yours, forcing more pressure against your throbbing clit. You suppress a whine; Angela’s eyes light up at the muffled sound.

You shouldn’t be doing this. You need to go back to your room and forget any of this ever happened. You shouldn’t be doing this. She’s your step-sister.

Fuck it.

“You.” Your voice is raw with need. You need Angela, and you’re certain that even if she can’t hear it in your voice, she can see it in your eyes, she can feel it in the way your hips push slightly into your joined hands. You barely get that single syllable out before she’s crashing her lips into yours, her free hand snaking up to tangle in your hair while her hand in your pants tugs your hand out and sets it on the edge of the sink.

You kiss her back with just as much urgency. Her hand tugs the bottom of your tank top up over your breasts before groping one until your nipple is hardening underneath her palm. You gasp at the feeling, and Angela takes that opportunity to slip her tongue past your parted lips. As your back arches into her hand, she breaks the kiss, panting. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that night,” she husks before beginning a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your jawline. She doesn’t have to specify in order for you to know she’s talking about the wedding night. “I know you don’t remember – You kissed me.” She’s kissing her way down your neck now, stopping to nip at your pulse point, both hands on your breasts now. “I kissed you back. Hell, I almost fucked you right then and there when you told me you wanted to know how it felt for me to cum inside you.” She pinches your nipples between her fingers, pulling a whimper from your throat. “You said you didn’t even care if it were possible for me to get you pregnant. You’d still take it.” She pulls away just long enough to pull your tank top off and toss it to the ground somewhere before she’s on you again, kissing her way down your chest. “But you were so drunk, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how your mom had just married my dad.”

The pieces are all falling into place now. You hadn’t been reading too much into anything; Angela needs you just as much as you need her, and it doesn’t matter anymore what obstacles are in your way. She’s going to take you, and you’re going to let her.

“Seeing you with her was too much.” She wraps her lips around your nipple and you groan, your knuckles turning white as you grip the edge of the sink. “You’re mine, not hers.” As she pulls away, she adds, “Now turn around.”

Obediently, you turn to face the sink, making eye contact with Angela’s reflection in the mirror. “Good girl,” she praises, pressing into you from behind. It’s only then that you feel something hard pressing against your cunt, and as she tugs your underwear to the side with one hand and pulls down her shorts with the other, she leans into you, slowly lining up her strap-on with your soaking wet entrance.

“Oh god,” you moan, pressing back into Angela. She pushes inside you slowly, giving you time to adjust to the thickness of it as she buries herself inside you inch by inch. “Please, Angela – More.”

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Angela groans, pushing deeper and deeper until she’s buried completely inside you. “And so fucking wet – Fuck yes, take it all.” Slowly, she pulls out before thrusting inside you again – hard. The slow pace she sets doesn’t last long before she’s picking up speed, slamming her hips into yours and causing your own hips to slam into the sink over and over.

You bite your lip, trying to muffle your whimpers and moans, and as your eyes flutter shut, Angela tugs your head back by the hair until you’re looking at her in the mirror again. “Eyes open, baby. I don’t want you to miss a single second of me taking what’s mine. Got it?”

You nod, watching your breasts bounce from the force of Angela’s thrusts, watching as Angela’s hand leaves your hair to wrap around your throat instead while she digs her nails into your hip with her other hand. “I’m yours – I’m all yours. I always have been,” you moan, desperation evident in the tone of your voice.

Angela groans, her strap covered in your juices as she practically pounds you into the sink. Your moans grow louder until your step-sister covers your mouth with her hand. “Be quiet – Unless you want your girlfriend to come looking for you only to find you cumming on your step-sister’s cock.”

The whine that escapes you is muffled, your walls squeezing around Angela’s strap. Your hand reaches up to rest on the back of Angela’s head, pulling face into your neck. As she kisses your neck, your hand curls into a fist around her hair, tugging it slightly and causing Angela to groan into your neck. You never want this to end, but you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm as you hear Angela moaning as she begins to suck a mark onto your neck.

“I’ve been so fucking pent up all day,” Angela groans, breathless. “I’m gonna do what I should’ve done a long time ago.” She’s slamming into you now, hard and fast, her strap deeper inside you than anyone’s ever been before. “I’m gonna breed you and you’re gonna take it.”

You’re pretty sure she’s just saying that to push you closer to the edge, but when her hips slam one last time into you before stilling, you actually feel her flooding you with cum. With the realization that she’s wearing a strap-on filled with fake cum just so she can cum inside you, you’re pushed over the edge yourself, your walls squeezing and spasming around Angela’s cock. You tug on her hair harder, pulling a deep groan from Angela’s throat as she slowly fucks her cum into you.

“You’re mine now,” she moans, her pace slowing more and more as the two of you come down from your highs. She takes her hand off your mouth, both hands now gripping your hips.

With a breathless laugh, you make eye contact with her in the mirror, your hand releasing its hold on her hair and lowering to rest on top of her hand on your hip. “I think you’ve made that clear.”

[youngparadisedonut]

Please come back.. I need my comfort page.

Those fans are now throwing the race card once again for Carlos cause they don’t like how some people write fan fiction..

The face that we can’t criticize characters anymore without getting told we’re racist is embarrassing 

Right now I'm in the process of looking for a new show to obsess over, so I don't know what is happening. I’m not gonna watch the new season and I stopped following the Lone Star tags.

I can talk about what I observed/felt when I was part of the fandom, though.

People are allowed to criticize Carlos because of his actions. It’s ok to still be angry/upset at his character for how he behaved in the Carlos Being Married With Iris Storyline. Yeah, Carlos has every right to be flawed (he’s human), but the problem was never about him being flawed – the problem was that he never acknowledged how unfair he was to his partner.

So here why I don't like Carlos.

1. Carlos never told TK he was already married until it was too late. He simply accepted TK’s proposal and decided to keep the secret.

2. Carlos was only honest with TK after that because he had no other choice, and then when he finally was open with TK about it he decided that it would be a very good idea to have this very delicate conversation in TK’s workplace in the middle of TK’s shift.

3. Carlos saw nothing wrong with Iris thinking it was her place to approve/or disapprove TK.

4. Carlos made wife jokes even if was clear TK was so not comfortable with that and never once acted like he regreted hiding this from TK.

5. Carlos put all decisions about the divorce (something that affected his and TK’s future) in Iris  hands (someone who was a stranger to TK).

6. Carlos blamed TK when Iris went missing. Whenever TK had a conflict with Carlos (meeting Carlos parents, how uncomfortable Carlos was with Cooper), TK is always so understanding (even if sometimes he is angry first and needs to cool of a bit, he always comes back to talk things) and validates Carlos feelings, but Carlos? He was so hostile.

7. That Carlos comment about bad relationships that was obviously directed at TK that you all like to ignore, guess what? It happened.

8. Carlos never apologized for any of this. He never recognized to TK that he was wrong and TK had nothing to do with Iris missing, he never admitted that he treated TK badly. How can I be expected to be go past that when Carlos never acknowledge what he did?

For me those are valid reasons for not liking him.

Because TK is not perfect. He made a lot of mistakes, but he always (or at least most of the time) admits them and apologizes.

I defend TK so much because I don’t think a part of the fandom truly understands how addiction can affect someone.

Thing is, there’s this mindset in the fandom that Carlos was this defenseless boy who chased after TK, when this wasn't never the point. Not only TK had his heart broken, he relapsed. That’s a lot. He had reasons for not wanting to jump in a new relationship, and he was upfront about this with Carlos. He was clear about his boundaries. And if he never wanted something serious with Carlos in the end? He would also be valid. He owned Carlos nothing but being truthful, which he was.

TK is considered immature and childish when a lot of this traits (his impulsiveness, for example) are direct connected with his addiction. And what Iris said about TK being a mess and a project that you guys think its so funny? It's so problematic, harmful and could be triggering, especially because it’s directed at someone who deals with addiction.

But for those who act like Carlos should not be criticized, fear not. TK major character trait since season 4 is being in love with Carlos. It’s so obvious that from now on TK main role will be to support Carlos, and I doubt that at this point he will have a storyline of his own.

[lonely-lost-soul]

Day 4: Denji

Semi-public/inexperienced Denji

Denji stared at you nervously, hands twitching at his side; when Aki suggested he ask you on a date, he was sure you’d say no. Denji wasn’t used to girls accepting his proposed outings, so when you said yes, he was dumbfounded. You were arguably the second prettiest woman at Public Safety, second only to Makima.

Who was his dream girl. Wait, shit Denji should not be thinking of Makima when you were alive and breathing in front of him. His nose scrunched up, eyeing you scrutinizingly; you looked pretty, makeup dotting your eyes and lips, making you look like a porcelain doll. Makima didn’t need makeup to be pretty; she just was. Your hair was loose, and you weren’t wearing your everyday Public Safety uniform; instead, it was a tight-fitting brown sweater and leggings. You had an air of confident nurturing about you, similar to Makima’s nurturing but also wildly different, so different that it made his head spin. Where Makima’s kindness always seemed to have a price, yours happened naturally. Soft praises when he’d do simple tasks that made his heart feel weird, gently teaching him about things he couldn’t understand without asking anything of him in return. He’d never seen you so carefree as he did now; he had to admit you were cute, with a soft flush to your cheeks and a nice rack that bounced a bit as you chittered away. Double shit Denji totally wasn’t listening to you at all; he blinked, slinking behind his menu while nodding and coming back to the present. You were kind enough to pay, too, knowing he was flat-out broke. He was a real jerk, huh?

“Hey, you don’t have to be here if you don’t want to be.” You offered suddenly, voice tender and soft, almost mothering. Hand outstretched, pressing to the hand that Denji held the menu with,

“I want ta’ be!” Denji argued, jolting at the accusation. He forgot just how observant you were; he never knew if you were naturally this observant or if it was your devil's contract. “Swear it!” You hummed softly, a smile spreading across your lips, 

“Okay, as long as you’re comfortable.”

“I am…” He muttered and looked at you, still smiling, not perturbed by his grumpy muttering, “Did you say yes to me because Aki told you to?” You blinked a few times, 

“No,” Your nose scrunched up, and for the first time, you seemed bothered by something he said, “Denji, did you think I only came because Aki made me?”

“It’s not…a dumb idea. I wouldn���t have cared. Either way, I’d probably get to feel your tits.” 

“Denji.” Your eyes narrowed, and he swallowed, murmuring a soft apology. “I said yes to you because I like you.” 

“Huh? Why?” 

“Why? Denji, you’re adorable!” The boy's face turned pink at your praise, “Sure, you can be kind of…okay…very crass at times. But you’re learning; you’re funny and a giant dork! Just my type!” You said how much you liked him so quickly, not just for his body, not just because he was chainsaw man. You seemed to pick up on his thought process, “And not just because you’re Chainsaw Man either; I don’t care about him; I care about Denji.” 

Denji’s worldview imploded in on itself, “You like me for me?” 

“Yes, Denji. I like you for you.” 

‘I did it Pochita. I’m on my first real date with a girl who likes me…’ 

All these previous thoughts of Makima rushed out of his mind like a raging river. Solely focused on the girl in front of him, “Denji? Did I break you?”

“No way!” He shouted, slamming his hands on the table and standing to his feet. this ruckus caused people to look at the both of you, your cheeks flushed, letting out an embarrassed laugh. “I’m so turned on right now! I gotta show you something!” 

“DENJI!” You squeaked out a tell as people coughed, making faces at the both of you, “Sit down!”

“No way!” He loosened the top three buttons on his dress shirt, “I got a better idea for tonight.” You looked at him in disbelief; he had a mischievous smile; it seemed you unknowingly blew up his ego. He was so cute, 

“Shit.” You laughed in disbelief, “Shit, okay!” You chirped, grabbing his hands, “Lead the way.” He pulled you out of your restaurant and took off down the street; Denji noticed you falling behind and paused. “My shoes, hold on,” You smiled, sliding off your flats and placing them in your bag, “Alright, let's go.” 

“You’re not wearing shoes,” Denji commented with a furrowed brow, “hold on.” He hummed, grabbing you suddenly so you rested bridal style in his arms, “It’ll be faster this way. I’m pretty speedy, you know.”

“I know, cutie,” Denji practically shouted in delight at the pet name, nuzzling his forehead against yours with a smile. “Adorable,” You praised as he continued to run, letting you hold tight to his neck. Denji ran so far that the both of you were out of the city; you allowed the wind to tickle your cheeks as stars began to dot the sky and the polluted lights began to dissipate behind the both of you. “Denji, where are we going?” He smiled down at you, a precious, adorable grin full of sharp teeth. 

“One of my favorite spots!” He smiled, “I ran a lot as a kid with Pochita. We didn’t have a car, but we’d run and run all night until we ended up under a sky like this.” Denji placed you down, oddly mindful of his hands, and looked up into the inky blackness. “You wanna know what my wish was?”

“What was your wish?” You whisper quietly, wrapping your arms around Denji’s waist and placing your head on his shoulder; you feel him shudder under your touch before resting his body weight on you. 

“I wanted to go on a date with a hot girl. A real date with someone who really likes me.” Denji spoke quietly, “I think that’s you.” 

Not Makima. Never Makima. He was so wrong. 

“Denji…” You spoke softly, “As long as you want me. I’ll be here for you.” 

“Stay forever,” He whispered, head turning to face you; his eyes were wet and vulnerable, hesitant to show himself bare like this to you. 

“Okay.” You promised, after all, that in your line of work, forever could be until tomorrow, and why waste the love you feel now? “Denji, let me kiss you?” 

“For real?” He gaped, “with tongue?” 

“If you want.” 

“YES.” 

You giggled, stepping before Denji, “Just so you know…I’ve Never kissed someone out in public before.”

“Eh, no one around, it’s fine,” He babbled, unwilling to let his opportunity slip through his fingers, “I mean, maybe a few cars will pass, but if they see us, they’ll be totally jealous.” Denji hummed, hands twitching at his side, “Please?”

“Alright,” You smiled warmly, “here.” You instructed, putting his hands on your waist; you felt him squeeze your hips, testing the waters. You leaned forward, and he hurriedly met you halfway; it was messy at first, his teeth knocked against your own, and his nose brushed against yours frantically. “Denji,” You breathed between his frantic kisses, “Take it slower. I’m not going anywhere.” The boy paused, doing as you asked, eager to learn how to please you properly, his lips slotted against yours slower this time, more sensual. His lips were a little chapped and tasted like iron and honey, but you enjoyed him nonetheless. Denji was careful of his teeth, not wanting to cut your lips, but also unsure if the porn he watched indicated some women preferred it. “Sweet boy,” You urged, “I wouldn't be a Devil Hunter if I didn’t mind pain now and again. You’re doing great.” You purred softly, and he audibly whimpered; he nipped at your lips, causing blood to bubble under his tongue. You groaned softly at the sensation, and Denji made a sound of pleasure, swallowing the little beads of blood as you kissed. You felt Denji’s hand twitch against your hips, slowly sliding up your stomach and palming your breast. Your breathing hitched, 

“Is this okay?” He asked quietly, massaging your breast between his hands. When you nodded, his pulse skyrocketed, “Under?” 

“Yes, Denji, under is alright.” 

“Fuck yes.” He whispered, sliding his hands underneath your sweater to grab your tits, his entire hand wrapped around them as he touched and groped. You knew you’d be left with palm and finger-shaped bruises on your skin. “This is so much better than I imagined,” The boy was practically drooling in front of you.”

“Why don’t you take my sweater off?” You whispered teasingly, watching his face turn red, 

“In public?” 

“Scared?”

“Never.” Your sweater was practically ripped from your body, allowing your breasts to bounce free, “Oh fuck yeah.” His eyes followed their bounce before he jolted. You giggled as a car honked, shining its lights past you and driving away down the road; you held your sweater to cover your chest as they sped off. 

“You think they’re gonna call the cops?” You grinned as Denji pulled you on top of him, 

“If they do, I’ll totally kill them. Only I get to see you like this!” He shouted, kissing underneath your neck, “Only me.”

“Yes, Sir,” You snickered, unbuttoning his dress shirt slowly. The entire time, you felt his eyes bare into your chest, watching them hungrily. “This is your first time, right?” Denji nodded dumbly, “And you’re okay to take it further? We can always stop here.”

“No fuckin’ way. Let’s go all the way!” 

“Someone’s eager,” You teased, slowly kissing down his chest, causing him to squirm and whine. “Oh, hello,” You mused, sliding off his pants, his hard-on smacking against his stomach; he swallowed thickly. “So riled up for me,” Your hand slid up his length, and he groaned, eyes squeezing shut. Your hand was so much better than his own, daintier, more nimble, working him up so much faster than if he was on his own. He moaned your name frantically as you gave him a few pumps; you paused, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, “Yes?”

“Inside, please. I don’t know how long I can- Want to feel you.” He blabbered, pupils blown to the size of saucers. poor boy, you forgot he was a virgin. You steeled yourself, knowing it would be a quick night, not that you minded. 

“You were such a good boy. I think I can manage that,” You purred, shimming off your pants and underwear and tossing them in the long grass. His eyes widened somehow even bigger before blurting, 

“Holy shit is that was a real pussy looks like?” You burst into laughter, and Denji huffed, “What’s so funny huh?” He snipped, “It looks different from porn!”

“Well, duh,” You poked his nose, “I’m the real deal.” 

“Thank fuck for that-” He hissed as you lowered himself onto his long length. You moaned sweetly as it brushed deep inside your walls, hitting your g spot immediately like it had a homing beacon installed. “O-oh shit,” He whimpered and felt his balls tighten, “This feels so much better than I’ve ever imagined.” 

“Don’t cum yet. I haven't even moved,” you teased, noticing he was moaning louder as your walls fluttered around him. 

“Don’t laugh it makes it worse.” He whined, hands finding your hips and urging you to roll them so he could get the whole experience. He watched you roll your eyes as you began to bounce on his dick, moving and pumping in and out of him, your eyes squeezed shut. 

“You feel so good, hitting all my spots just right. Fuck Denji. We are so doing this again.” 

“Yes. Yes,” He nodded his head, saying your name like a mantra, hips bucking up to meet yours; he felt his stomach tighten as he bit his knuckles, trying not to whimper as he came inside you without warning. You yelped, feeling his seed fill you and push you over the edge; you watched his eyes roll back in his head, “f-fuck ‘hm sorry…” He slurred, eyes heavy as your own aftershocks milked him as he whimpered at the stimulation. You hopped off of him, resting your head against his pecks,

“You did good. Really good.” You praised as he grinned stupidly, “Sleep.”

“Did you cum?” He mumbled, allowing sleep to overtake him, 

“Yes, Denji.” He smiled, sending you a half-hearted thumbs up before promptly falling asleep beneath you.

You woke up to your phone ringing, once, then twice before you picked up. Denji was underneath you; your head rested on his chest, and his innocence was sweet. His breathing was steading; you had really worn him out. Deep in REM sleep, you answered the phone,

“Did Denji enjoy himself?” Makima asked from the other end; her casual tone made your skin prickle. 

“How did you-” 

“I know everything that involves one of my dogs.” She responded flippantly, and you could picture her leaning over her desk, hands resting on her chin, “You played your role well. Let's continue to give Denji something to fight for, yes?” You grit your teeth, burying your head into Denji’s chest, his heart pumping in your ears, trying to calm you; you loved Denji. More than anything, nothing you said or did was fake, but…

You valued your life more. 

“Yes, Miss Makima.”

“Good girl."

[bengiyo]

Wedding Plan Ep 7 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

Last week, Lom finally managed to clear things up with Namnuea with the help of Yiwa and Marine. We learned that Lom also experienced The Knowing along with Yiwa when they were kids and have been loyal to each other for over a decade as a result. Nuea and Lom got it in a second time, and Nuea asked to help carry their secret, much Lom’s awe and surprise. Accepting Nuea’s decision, Nuea’s family declared that Lom is theirs now, should his own family turn on him. Meanwhile, Yiwa’s mom was absolutely cruel to Marine, and so Yiwa has decided to run off right before the wedding.

Where is your grace, Saichom? Why would you scream out the problem instead of solving it? This is why your kids haven’t told you who they are.

Oh, Lom, I wish she had warned you, too.

How quickly these two moms turned on each other after being aligned for over a decade.

Not this guest living for the drama and filming it! They’re throwing the staff around!

I really love the choice to mute other sounds and play music over it instead before cutting to the guests leaving.

Namnuea really is good at his job.

Lom is laughing about all of this! He can read between the lines when it comes to Yiwa.

I love that Lom was correct about Yiwa, and that she didn’t tell him to save him the difficulty of lying. Also relieved that these two have a plan to land on their feet in England.

Lom is having too much fun playing heartbroken.

Don’t worry, Saichom. Nuea and Lom going to do a lot of healing.

Oh, I need to hand out a clown aware for whoever guessed that Nuea was faking sad and drunk from the preview with the flask.

I’m glad these two are thriving.

Namnuea, I love you. Thank you for not letting Lom drunk drive.

I’m glad Lom’s plan involves coming out in a way that doesn’t involve Nuea in Yiwa’s decision to leave.

Very meaningful grabbing behind backs there, boys. Thank you for that.

These two are fun now that they’ve settled.

Yiwa and Marine got married!!

Okay, I love that Namnuea is out of vacation leave from when he ran off earlier. Im said, I got you, boo, but you also gotta get me!

Gays arguing over who gets to propose to whom. We eatin’ good today.

The couple photo of Lom and Nuea is fantastic, holy shit.

Okay, this was a good parent moment. “I might find it difficult to accept, but please don’t disappear,” is honestly so reasonable. I’m into it. Lom hasn’t come out formally yet, but they’re talking about it.

I love the bickering in this company. They’re so funny. Now they’re gossiping. I love it here.

Alright, I have a lot of big thoughts about Lom’s mom coming around and Lom reading between the lines on his mother to know that she gave her blessing as best she could.

Final Verdict: 9.5, Highly Recommended. I never expected to be earnestly recommending a MAME show this year, but here we are. The final resolution of this show reveals an understanding of the fundamental nature of the closet in a way I did not think MAME was capable of. Yiwa understood that the gender politics of their existences meant that she and Marine could not be happy in Thailand and so she decided to leave. I love that with all that Lom and she have given up for each other, I like her taking the opportunity to take on all the hate and derision for him. I love that it’s her choice and not one foisted upon her or expected of her. With this opportunity, Lom and Nuea are allowed to soft-launch their relationship. This is actually so beautiful to me because I like the queers collectively deciding when everyone else is allowed to know. I like that they have to create a narrative that the hets will accept for them to come out peacefully. It’s not fun to live a lie, but we’re not the ones demanding the lies of us. I’m absolutely floored by the earnest way this show faced all of these obstacles and took what felt like such a gross starting line to a fantastic finish. I’m only taking a point here because the kissing with the girls was bad, and their chemistry was a little weak. So, yeah, watch the MAME show about the wedding planner getting the groom.

[nevis-the-skeleton]

Cheyennexshadow : I want to see starscream bonding with the children when he was trusted to be alone with them while the autobots including ratchet on a mission, then june darby came to visit as she's unaware of starscream recently joining the bots.

Oh I have a feeling it's going to be funny and fluff X), maybe also sad but cute in the end. Thank you for your request Cheyennexshadow.

~~~

The Autobots had left on a mission, leaving Starscream alone at the base with the children. The Seeker was initially reluctant, not understanding why it wasn't Ratchet who stayed with the humans.

"We need Ratchet for this mission. Optimus explained simply.

- But… I assure you that I can be useful…! the jet exclaimed. You don't need to leave me behind at the base!

- I don't doubt your skills, Starscream. But they are not needed for this mission."

The flyer couldn't stop his wings from lowering, as his paranoid mind kept screaming at him that they didn't want him anymore. Starscream knew he should have prepared for this possibility, but it was hard to accept.

"If... if it's about the previous mission... the Seeker began.

- It's not about that." Ratchet intervened, much to the jet's surprise.

The doctor sighed, before continuing:

"Look, Starscream, we need someone at the base, it's important."

- …”

The flyer looked away and clutched his wings, unconvinced by the ambulance's speech.

“See it as a mark of trust on our part. Ratchet added.

- What? Starscream wondered a little.

- We leave you alone in the base, with the children as a bonus. This is the biggest proof of trust we could give you."

The Seeker was for a time grateful to the doctor for his speech, but his previous anguish was quickly replaced by another. What if he failed at this?! What if he couldn't take care of the base or the children?! He liked them, there was no problem there, but he never had to be alone with them, much less take care of them. What if Miko decided to go on the run again, and he couldn't stop her?! And if…

“Don’t worry Screamer, it’s going to be fine. Wheeljack huffed with a laugh.

- I'm not worried… lied the jet.

- Hm, hm…

- Anyway! Go! It's good!"

The Autobots eventually entered the portal, and the flyer stood in front, wanting to prevent any sort of escape from the Japanese girl.

“It’s okay, chill! I'm not going to do anything! laughed the young girl.

- Do you think I'm a fool? Starscream huffed.

- At least I would have tried."

Miko returned to sit on the couch next to Raf, while Jack moved closer to the Seeker. He placed his elbows on the railing, and the jet came closer, his wings raised with stress, before saying:

“Be careful, don’t fall!

- You don't need to worry like that, Starscream. reassured the brown haired boy.

- …

- This isn't the first time you've spent time with us.

- Yes… ! But I was never alone...! The Autobots are unconscious, it's terrible...!

- Why would they be? Do you intend to harm us?

- Of course not!

- Then you have no reason to worry.

- …

- The Autobots trust you, but you also have to trust yourself."

The flyer could not hold back his wings which lowered, and Raf had a little look of sorrow, then asked:

“Want to watch a movie with us?

- What?"

Starscream had a surprised expression, and Miko jumped on the couch, before exclaiming:

"Oh yeah! Let's watch an action movie! A good blockbuster!

- Or something calmer. huffed Jack.

-How about we let Starscream choose." proposed Raf.

The Seeker shook his head sharply, before focusing back on the ground bridge.

“The Autobots may need a portal at any time. I don't have the freedom to watch a "movie".

- You need to relax a little… sighed the Japanese girl.

- …

- Oh! Otherwise, let's play a board game!

- You can play whatever you want, but don't include me in it.

- Would you do it if it was a mission?

- Of course, but this is not the case actually!

- So you only do something if it's a mission, it's boring.

- It's the war!" shouted the jet, his wings raised in anger.

The children could not hide their surprise, and the flyer quickly retracted, before stammering:

"S-Sorry... I didn't mean it like that... Just, don't tell the Autobots, okay...?

- We won't say anything, I promise. reassured Jack.

- …”

Miko came closer, and stood next to the brown haired boy, then said:

“Please do something with us. I don't like seeing you stressed like this."

Starscream looked towards the children, and scratched his helmet, eventually looking away. He didn't want to see their disappointed looks... Either way, they were probably going to end up hating him, like everyone else. He couldn't reveal too much about himself, or they would end up being disgusted...

“I can’t…” was the Seeker’s response.

The Japanese girl frowned, before rushing to her bag and grabbing something.

“Miko?” asked Jack.

The girl rushed towards the Seeker, who had his back to them, and shouted:

“Hey! Screamer!"

The jet turned around with a sullen expression, forbidding her to call him that, when he caught a balloon filled with red paint directly in an optic.

The flyer let out an exclamation of surprise, and put a hand to his eye, before his wings rose in anger. Starscream did his best to clear the paint, before shouting:

“Argh! You little…

- Paint fight!" declared Miko vigorously.

The Seeker had a slightly surprised expression, while the young girl pointed at her bag while smiling at the jet, inviting him to take his revenge.

“You don’t have any lessons in your bag?! Jack wondered.

- Hmm… No!" smiled the Japanese girl, before throwing a paint ball at the teenager's head.

The brown haired boy spit a little, after taking some in his mouth, and the flyer couldn't hold back a laugh. He ends up deciding to look in the young girl's little bag, determined to take revenge.

The balloons were too small for Starscream to grab with both hands, but he could see that Miko had done her best to make the balloons as big as possible to be caught by a Transformer.

The Seeker soon joined the battle, mainly targeting the Japanese girl. Raf went to take refuge in a corner, but Jack refused the boy with glasses to escape, and hit him in the back with a ball. The little boy fell backwards, before laughing at the ridiculousness of his fall.

Miko fired again towards the jet, which managed to dodge the girl's attack. He responded, not firing too hard so as not to hurt the Japanese girl, who jumped to avoid the ball, not seeing the second one coming, and taking it directly in the head.

She fell on her butt, and wiped the paint from her eyes, before sticking her tongue out, with a slightly disgusted expression, indicating that she had gotten some in her mouth. Jack laughed in the distance, then exclaimed:

“Karmaaaa!”

Starscream in turn made fun of Miko's situation, who soon joined them in their laughter. The Seeker found the situation so amusing that he didn't had a moment to think about his anxieties and the future. The Japanese girl moved closer to the jet, then said:

“I prefer it when you laugh. It shouldn’t be so rare to see you like this…”

The jet smiled a little, but there was far more sorrow than joy. The flyer looked away a little, when they heard the security alarm activate, then saw a car enter the base.

Starscream initially thought it was Agent Fowler, until the driver got out of the vehicle, and looked at him with wide eyes. The Seeker raised his wings in surprise, facing this complete stranger.

June froze when she saw this Decepticon close to the children, and couldn't hide her horror when she saw them covered in red liquid from head to toe. The nurse said absolutely nothing, like the jet.

The flyer turned to the trio, waiting for them to do something, but they too seemed unsure of what to do. Starscream decided to take matters into his own hands, and moved slightly closer, before the human pulled a taser out of her car, and threatened him with it.

“Get away from the kids and me!”

The Seeker tightened his wings, and backed away, not preferring to know what this weapon did. It might be tiny, but he'd rather not repeat the mistake he'd made with the MECH.

Miko rushed between the jet and Jack's mother, then took a protective stance in front of the flyer. June looked at this in surprise, while the Japanese girl shook her head, before exclaiming:

"Wait! He's not a bad guy! He's with the Autobots!

- But… But his optics are red! And… his a plane! Planes aren't always Decepticons?! replied the nurse.

- What stupid clichés!" Starscream shouted, his wings raised in anger.

The girl gave the Seeker a reproachful look, asking him to remain calm. Jack's mother quickly approached Miko, then asked:

“Are you hurt?!

- No, it's paint. replied the Japanese girl.

- Paint ?!

- Long story.

- Well you'll have to tell me, because I need explanations!"

The children ended up explaining everything to June, the fact that Starscream was a former Decepticon, and that he switched sides. They didn't lie about the fact that the integration wasn't easy, but they also added that the Seeker was now completely part of the family.

The jet did his best to hide that he was flattered by the trio's last sentence, then lowered his wings when he faced June's stern expression. Despite the children's speech, she was not convinced, her expression becoming more serious by the second. The nurse crossed her arms, before growling:

“Call Prime, I have two words to say to him!”

~

The Autobots were quick to return after June's call, who didn't wait until they all left the ground bridge to begin her sermon.

“When did you think that was a good idea?! Leaving the children to a former Decepticon, Optimus, have you lost your mind?!

- Starscream is perfectly capable of taking care of them. replied the Prime.

- He's a Decepticon!

- Former. Ratchet corrected.

- It doesn't matter, I don't want him near the children, especially not alone!

- But he's not evil!" Miko tried to defend.

While the others argued, Starscream watched all this in the distance, in a corner of the base. The less he stood out, the better he was now... The others were going to blame him for that, it was sure! The Seeker sighed discreetly, before hearing:

“Don’t you have anything to say to defend yourself?!”

The jet looked up at Arcee, unable to hide his surprise, while the motorcycle continued:

“Do you agree with what June said?!”

- …”

The flyer frowned, before responding:

“You could try to understand her point of view, no?"

The others had a surprised expression, and Jack's mother was no exception.

“Imagine you have a child, or know children and care about them. How would you react if they were alone with someone who was your enemy not long ago? Someone who others have portrayed as a monster.

- …

- I'll tell you, you will be suspicious, on the defensive. You will think about the safety of your Sparkling above all else. You will do everything to protect them... before it is too late... Because, for a parent, giving they trust to easily does not threaten only they life but also that of their child... You cannot blame her to distrust me…”

Everyone remained silent, before June approached Starscream, who raised his wings in surprise. The nurse held out her hand towards the Seeker, her gaze filled with understanding. The jet stretched out his hand in turn, and Jack's mother grabbed one of his claws, before saying:

“I don’t trust you completely.

- …

- But, I am now sure that you will never harm the children."

June tightened her grip on Starscream's finger, then whispered, away from prying ears:

“A parent doesn't hurt children."

The Seeker nodded gently, with a sad smile, before taking the nurse in his hand. The jet raised his wings, and declared:

"We had a bad start, and I haven't known you long, but you're already my favorite.

- Oh no ! I have been dethroned!" Miko exclaimed, before making a dramatic stance.

Everyone laughed at the Japanese girl's overreaction, and June gave Starscream a soft smile, before saying:

“Welcome in the team!”

[sparkles-oflight]

Sunny side of London

Hi, yesterday I made some people sad. Have some lighthearted BoKris and JaNce fic.

Thanks @anxious-witch for the proofreading!

Synopsis: Jure has instated a policy that prevents any of the couples from sleeping together. But it's Joker Out, they follow no rules or common sense.

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible topics mentioned: sex

The room assignments were simple: Nace with Kris, Jan with Jure, and Bojan alone.

“Let’s keep it like during Eurovision”, Jure proposed “For the sake of my mental health, please”.

Jure knew if the couples were sleeping together, boundaries could easily be crossed. And if one of the couples did, the other would too.

So why not return to the basis? Jan and Jure are great roommates and Nace and Kris are even better – Also, nobody but Guštin himself can handle Bojan’s snoring.

There was a problem, after Stožice, Kris moved in with Bojan, and the two of them had grown used to sleeping together, or at least in the same room, so, the older one was struggling to sleep tonight. He worked all day to get some lyrics out, but nothing. Nada.

Frustrated, he decided to get up to the kitchen, maybe a glass of water would help.

He walked barefoot. Bojan didn’t mind the cold much, but London’s cold was something completely different from Slovenia’s. Luckily for them, they had heating, though he wondered how much the bills would cost them.

Following an orange light to the end of the corridor, he entered the living room which wasn’t empty.

Kris was wrapped up in a blanket scrolling on his phone with headphones on. Quickly he noticed the other's presence and put the objects he was holding aside.

- Trouble sleeping? – he asked.

- Uh, yes. – and Bojan replied.

Kris patted the empty space next to him on the couch, inviting Bojan to join his side. He accepted the request and they cuddled.

- So, what happened?

- Uh. Lyrics. – he sighed – I can’t wrap my head around them.

- Just that?

Bojan didn’t reply. Instead, he turned the tables.

- You? Why are you awake?

Kris looked up and let his body completely rest on the sofa.

- Overwhelmed.

Bojan glanced at the table with an empty tainted wine glass.

- I figured.

A moment went by.

Silence.

Then Bojan decided to look up and also rest his body like Kris.

He looked at the ceiling. Empty, just like his mind.

- What color would you like our ceiling to be?

Kris was confused by Bojan’s question.

- What do you mean?

- When we settle down, what color would you like the ceiling to be?

Kris chuckled. He was slightly flustered at the question.

- White. Like all the ceilings are.

- Why? Why are ceilings white? Why not a cool color!? Like...Orange!

- That’s a warm color.

- Ahaha, funny. – Bojan mocked him – No, but why not?

- Because makes the space look brighter, cleaner, and bigger.

- Oh.

Bojan didn’t say anything again, but then Kris grabbed his chin for their faces to meet.

- When we settle down, you can paint our room any color you want. - He looked at his small brunette who grinned from one ear to the other. - Except orange, what the fuck is wrong with you?

- But I like orange!

- And I like purple.

- That’s your favorite color, it’s different. Mine is pink.

- Then why do you want orange so bad?

- Because it’s your color, Kris.

- W-what? – he muttered.

- It’s your color. It’s the color of the sun, and you brighten my day every day. So, it’s your color.

Kris was left speechless. If he weren’t a bit tipsy, he probably would have mocked Bojan for what he said. Make a snarky remark, a mean comment, tell him is just like a little puppy, but, right now, he wanted to cry at the idea Bojan saw him as the sun.

In fact, Kris was about to cry...

- You are the “Sunny Side of London”, Kris. – ...but Bojan had to make a pun.

Kris planted his hand on Bojan’s face.

- God, you are unbearable. – Bojan licked his hand making Kris flinch – Hey!

- Shush, be quieter, they are asleep.

- We could go to sleep too. – Kris suggested as his hand found its way to Bojan’s chest.

- Together? – he smiled but then flinched as he felt Kris slightly gripping a nipple.

- Together together. Did that turn you on?

- A little.

- Too bad I’m not having sex with you tonight.

- WHY!?

Kris’ lips met Bojan’s.

- Shush, the others are asleep. – he said as he opened his blue eyes to examine his lover’s face.

Bojan was suddenly hit with the realization that he lived with his friends.

- But you know what you could write about? About this. – He kissed him again – About my lips meeting yours – and again – About you falling for me – and again – About the nights we spend together.

Bojan couldn’t even begin to express how happy he gets when he has tipsy Kris kissing him softly and getting to hear the sincerest of Krises.

- You taste like grapes. – Bojan commented.

- And you love it, don’t you?

After a make-out session, the late-night hours were starting to take a toll on them, and they decided to leave for Bojan’s room where the two men would cuddle very closely on a single’s bed.

They didn’t realize that they did wake someone else – Jan.

The tall dark-haired man made sure the coast was clear before going to the room in front of his. He opened the door slowly to see another sleeping man.

He made his way to him and kissed his shoulder, which made him move a little. Jan then whispered in his ear.

- Mister Jordan? – he teased the other.

Nace turned to him, and he opened his eyes slightly. When he noticed it was Jan, he smiled. God, Jan loved his dimples.

- Are you lonely? – he asked.

Nace nodded. He knew Kris wasn’t feeling well and woke up in the middle of the night and he had also heard some noises coming from the living room...Nace was sleepy, but he could still put two and two together.

He opened his arms to Jan who slept next to him for the first time in a while. Nace’s arms were warm against Jan’s body. He felt at home. He met the “Sunny Side of London”.

Jure, on the other hand, was not dumb. The coast is clear for him, time to text a cute bartender he has been talking to since he got to London. He has been with these boys for a while now, he knows Bojan doesn’t sleep when he’s frustrated like this. And he knew for a fact that one way or another they would all end up sleeping with each other.

“Are you by the area?” he asked and after some texting, she dropped by after her shift.

The morning after...nobody said anything. None of them apologized for “breaking the rules” because nobody followed them. And Bojan wrote a new song, so...it’s a win-win situation?

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I don't know what to write here lmao

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[thatgirlonstage]

Twelfth night!!

Yeah tumblr would throw that one at me. Okay, let’s talk about Orsino.

—before we can do that, though, in case you’ve never heard me yell about Twelfth Night before, we need to very briefly talk about Hamnet, because you need to understand that all my Twelfth Night thoughts stem off this:

Shakespeare had three children: Susanna, and fraternal twins Judith and Hamnet. Hamnet died in 1596, when he was 11 years old. Twelfth Night, a play about a woman who believes her twin brother has died and later discovers he is incredibly, miraculously alive, is written in 1601. However much you believe the plays are or aren’t biographical, I simply don’t think it's humanly possible for Twelfth Night to be uninfluenced by Hamnet's death. So: Twelfth Night is a play about grief, loss, and fantasizing happy endings and miraculous reunions.

Now back to Orsino.

Orsino… kind of sucks. A lot sucks. The guy is harassing a woman in mourning who has told him repeatedly and explicitly that she has no interest in him, and yet he keeps sending marriage proposals anyway. He threatens to murder Cesario because Olivia likes Cesario more than him. He's more than a little misogynist ("There is no woman's sides / Can bide the beating of so strong a passion / As love doth give my heart; no woman's heart / So big, to hold so much; they lack retention") and his turnaround to proposing to Viola when her identity gets revealed at the end is an hilariously quick heel turn from him proposing to Olivia again literally earlier in that same scene, which makes their happy ending feel very precarious and unearned.

However.

Much of Orsino and Viola/Cesario's relationship happens offstage—the first time we see them interact, we learn that Orsino has been showing Cesario favor and that Viola has already fallen in love with him. There's clearly meant to be some immediate chemistry there, with only the gender issue being a barrier to them being immediate love interests. We never see Orsino and Olivia directly interact until the final scene, when their relationship is already barbed and they're clearly just rehashing an old argument.

I think Orsino is most interestingly played when his "love" for Olivia is transparently a performance of heteronormativity. He might be lying to himself as well as everyone else, but I think the way you make Orsino Not Suck So Much That Seeing Him End Up With Our Main Girl Viola Makes You Wince For Her Sake, is to make it very obvious that he's just grasping at the thing he's supposed to do (fall in love with a woman, marry her) and that all his interest is in Cesario from the moment he turns up. I think it is both comedic and genuinely emotional if part of the reason Orsino sends Cesario to woo for him is coming from a place of, "Well I fell in love with him right away, clearly if anyone can convince Olivia to be in love my Cesario can." (and if the threat to kill Cesario is a very mixed-up "I'm jealous but I don't know of who" kind of thing). The scene where Cesario roundabout confesses to being in love with Orsino (the "I love a woman of about your complexion and years" scene) should, in that interpretation, be absolutely wrought with sexual tension, and the climax and turnaround to proposing to Viola not so much a sudden change of heart, as Orsino going "oh thank god, I have a societally acceptable way to marry this guy now."

Because remember, this play is about fantasizing miraculous happy endings.

It's funny, you know, that in Orsino's very final lines of the play, he still says "Cesario" rather than "Viola," and that his line of "Cesario, come— / For so you shall be while you are a man / But when in other habits you are seen / Orsino's mistress, and his fancy's queen" both refers to Viola/Cesario as being a man, concurrently and in this moment, not just in disguise as one, and also… doesn't precisely preclude the idea that he might be a man again sometimes in the future. There isn't a time limit on that "while you are a man." It's one of those things that's just ripe for trans/genderfluid readings of Viola, and a reading of Orsino that says he's not only okay with that, but actively in favor of it.

[kanerallels]

Burzek + fake dating AU, please?

Hehehehehehehehe

Looking back, it was a dumb idea. Adam knew that now.

He’d been telling Kim, earlier that day, about a friend of his who’d proposed to his girlfriend at a restaurant recently. She’d accepted, there had been laughter and tears— “And best of all,” he’d told Kim, “they got free dessert.”

She’d snorted as she paid for their coffee. “That’s the best part?”

“Yeah. Who doesn’t love free food?”

“Fair enough,” she said, laughing. “We should give that a shot sometime, in that case.”

Why not? Adam had thought. They had dinner together pretty frequently as it was. And it was silly, but still. After what they saw on a daily basis, he figured they deserved a little silliness.

So they went out to dinner. Adam did the whole proposal thing, Kim actually teared up—the woman’s commitment to the bit never failed to impress him and accepted with delight. The restaurant goers got a good story, and they got their free dessert. Win-win all around.

Except. As it turned out. They were not the only members of the Chicago Police Department at that restaurant on that particular night. Adam was pretty good friends with Detective Fahey from Homicide. Unfortunately, the guy really didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut. Because by the time Adam got into work the next morning, everyone in the entire CPD seemed to know that Adam Ruzek and Kim Burgess were engaged. Again.

Everyone seemed to have opinions about this, most of them being “about dang time”. Platt was giving him the “what exactly is going on here Ruzek” side eye—one of his least favorite side eyes—so Adam decided it was time to extricate himself from all the congratulations and go find Kim.

She was in the locker room, sitting on the bench, her head in her hands. Adam winced as he approached. “Hey,” he said. “So, I guess you heard the good news.”

“Not funny,” Kim muttered, looking up at him. “I can’t believe Fahey told everyone.”

“Yeah, he’s not one for subtlety. I would have told everyone that it was a misunderstanding, but I figured I should talk to you first. Also, I think there’s a possibility we’ve gone viral.”

Kim snorted without any real amusement. “That figures. I…honestly don’t know how we’re going to get out of this. Everyone is really convinced.”

Scratching at his chin, Adam thought for a minute. “Well…I guess the simplest option is to not get out of it? Hear me out,” he added as Kim flashed him a bewildered look. “If we just pretend like we actually did get engaged for a while, then break it off, that’ll be a lot less messy than explaining to everyone.”

“True,” Kim said with a sigh. “It’s a little awkward, considering our history, but…we can make this work, right?”

“Absolutely,” Adam told her, and he believed it. Pretending to be engaged to Kim would be easy.

Remembering that it was just pretend, considering he’d been in love with her for years? That might be a little harder.

[fanficfish]

a couple of persona 4 headcanons

Just a list of my Persona 4/affiliated media headcanons (I really hope this doesn’t get buried lmfao…also before you ask no I don’t normally post persona I kinda got hooked through the Honkai SR fandom. What can I say, Yu’s very relatable about not wanting to upset and needing to protect the cute kid calling you “big bro”)

I have no idea what’s going on with the whole “Teddie lives with Yosuke” thing because I have literally searched up everything (don’t ask about my youtube watch history please) and here’s my take on it: Yosuke basically came home with a Teddie in tow, presented him as a guy with nowhere to go who was willing to work for his keep, stuffed him in his closet because the “spare bedroom” is his dad’s home office or something, and at some point the Hanamuras just accepted they have two sons now because how can you not like sweet, innocent, naive-but helpful Teddie? Also Yosuke played Teddie’s disappearance off as him being at Yu’s or something. I have no idea how that man pulled this off but it worked. (yes I”m a sucker for hanabros)

I still can’t decide which i prefer: Yu x Yosuke or Yu x Rise (I do like the idea that RIse grabbed Yu, flung him over her shoulder, and marched off into the sunset, though like…have you seen the Persona 4 partner dances???)

I’m actually kinda surprised Yu just goes back to wherever he came from for his third year, like just stay in Inaba for your last year of highschool? You already stayed a whole year. And he canonically has parents who are away a lot on business. But to make sense of this, I propose: He goes back only because the school he’s going to gives him a leg up into the uni he wants to go to (which is understandable. Inaba is a tiny rural town in the middle of nowhere, he’ll probably get some better connections in a city school or something). He definitely comes back on every holidays possible, and messages his friends so often that his new friends at his other school are just like “bro….please at least wear the right uniform….”

RIse’s idol group starts flinging around wild theories on what she did during her year-long break. It ranges from everything from hooking up with three different guys (they spied on her while she was doing a video call with the others (FaceTime apparently existed in 2012, which I kinda forgot about. I think the flip phones kinda just threw me off.)

Yukiko and Chie definitely get together. Have you seen those two? They’re definitely roommates, at the last.

At some point someone asks about Teddie’s bear costume, and Yosuke covers up by saying Kanji made some alterations to it. Kanji does not approve, and Yosuke is seen later running through Inaba with an angry Kanji on his heels.

Also that new outfit Teddie wears in the epilogue of Golden? That’s just Yosuke’s old stuff - Teddie still wears the first human clothes he ever got for fancy occasions, but between Yosuke and Chie they manage to talk him into regular stuff. 

And they definitely have a running joke where they introduce Teddie as an exchange student from France (with that bright blond hair and Ouran Host Club-esque style choices, it was bound to happen) whenever they meet someone new. Yosuke knows Teddie will play along anyways, but buys him sweet treats as a bribe anyways. They usually drop the act pretty quite, but it’s really funny for the Hanabros. Especially if Teddie is crossdressing, because that man totally kept his Alice outfit. 

Kanji, unfortunately for Yosuke, uses Teddie as a model whenever he decides to get creative. Yosuke is considering getting a second closet because Teddie shares most of Yosuke’s old stuff. Like clothes (Yosuke is the only one who has stuff in Teddie’s size, and Teddie’s growing a bit anyways), In the winter, Teddie regularly shows up to places wearing Yosuke’s sweaters and jackets, and Yosuke is just thankful that Kanji makes Teddie stuff like that in Yosuke’s size so both of them can wear it. 

TImeskip: Nanako moves to the city with Yu for highschool, so she can attend a more liberal-arts focussed school. Yu doesn’t mind (he’s like, 26 at this point, and probably works some kind of office job (he likes a bit of quiet in his life, after the chaos called his teenage years and having famous idol Rise Kujikawa as a mate) (and also he gets free Nanako time) and Dojima, finally taking more breaks from work, sometimes drops in to say hi and maybe buy dinner.

Yu also gets to shovel talk Nanko’s first boyfriend. Nanko has to spend half an hour reassuring him that Yu is actually in fact a really nice guy….and then turns around to see Yosuke and Rise waiting for their turn to shoveltalk. And while Yu is scary, having your girlfriend’s older brother’s brofriend and Risette staring you down was not a good follow up. Nanako is rightfully mortified, Yu does in fact bake apology cookies, and Yosuke and Risette manage to drag the couple into an impromptu dance session to ease the tension just a little after nearly scaring the poor kid half to death. (The poor kid is someone in the Phantom Theives, because I saw a really cool AU on AO3 and it lives rent-free in my head. And I like the idea of Nanako becoming a Phantom Thief because “it runs in the family, thanks a lot Yu >:l “

Naoto ends up taking Aketchi under her wing. Does she mind? I mean, to her he’s not entirely horrible. Is she pleased with his actions? …that’s debatable

Inaba becomes known for having great weather. Except for the one time Marie catches a bug going around the town, that ends up behind a horrible mid-January snowstorm. .

Those are the ones I have right now. I’m still working my way through everything (HSR is taking over my brain, I love the Astral Express crew dynamic-)

(also I'm really disappointed we didn't get human Teddie dancing with the others. I need that boost of serotine of watching Yosuke and human Teddie try to dance together.)

[greyeyedmonster-18]

one brush with love

(also in honor of @impishtubist day, i am going to do something i dont normally do and have two fics occurring at the same time. this was supposed to be dropped yesterday but...alas.

inspired from an unintentional prompt on discord of "I said no!", where someone doesn't accept a proposal...a tumblr Starking exclusive.

enjoy xoxo)

a/n. there is a line in this that i think is quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever written and if any of yall can take a guess...

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Chapter 1. An Indecent Proposal

Sirius face felt like it was going to fall off he had been holding a fake smile for so long. His “present face”. That’s what James used to call it, anyway. The face Sirius made when he opened a gift he hated or was otherwise impractical or would take up space in their dorm, and Sirius would nod and smile and say thank you; and his voice would go up several octaves lying through his teeth as he described how much he wanted one of these things for ages and simply had never bought it for himself. James would always poke fun, laughing loudly as the smile dropped from Sirius’s face, and the lies stopped.

Sirius never imagined when he was proposed to for the first time, by the man he thought he had loved the very best since he was sixteen, that his “present face” would appear, and he would be rendered speechless.

Sirius didn’t know what to do with his arms, letting them hang there stupidly at his side, suddenly aware of how long and bulky they were. Too much, too much, maybe I can have them shrunk at St. Mungo’s. Just two short little arms that don’t look ridiculous at your sides when you’re standing in front of your boyfriend who is expecting an answer to a proposal. Yeah, just go ahead and say yes, so we can get this operation started and you never have to worry about stupid dangling arms again, THAT works, right? Okay.

Saying words…. now.

“I—”

“I feel like I deserve a trophy of sorts for managing to surprise you, baby,” Remus said, looking up at him. “I love you and I—”

“No!”

The flock of birds that erupted from the trees surrounding them might have been funny had Sirius said yes. Some people after getting engaged shot off confetti canons, doves released from boxes, and it would be just so SiriusandRemus to have pigeons or whatever the fuck they were instead flapping around them.

So wrong, it was right.

But standing there with his stupid arms…Sirius realized it might have just been wrong.

"No?"

Sirius felt a chill go down his spine, frozen as he stared at Remus, who was down on the ground on one knee. There was a hole there. Sirius could see the freckled, knobby kneecap poking through the hole of the brown trousers that Remus loved.

That Sirius loved, even though the waistband didn't fit and there was a hole, and in the pockets too-- throughout the day Remus would drop knuts on the ground, uncaring as they slipped through his pockets, and Sirius would smile and pick them up. Stealing someone else's good luck. Because Remus was wavering on his knee, and his long fingers holding a ring were starting to shake as well, staring up at Sirius.

There was ink down Remus's arm, where he had written a speech. I love you and you and you and you, only you, forever, always, in this lifetime and the next. Written in the stars, shit.

The romantic kind that Remus usually didn't do, but he had this time.

And the sun was setting just right, and the golden light reflecting off brown hair should have been it. And the birds should've been singing, and Sirius should've been crying, and there was a bottle of champagne somewhere, right? To pop, to explode. They were supposed to be kissing.

But neither of them had moved.

"N-no?" Remus asked again, his arms lowering slowly.

"I don't know why I said that" Sirius said, unconsciously taking a step back from Remus, "I didn't mean--"

"I think you did."

“I didn’t, I swear I just..didn’t.”

“You practically shouted it, Sirius."

"I thought you were asking if I wanted cheese on my sandwich." A picnic. Remus had planned a picnic for Merlin's sake!

"Well, do you?"

"No."

"Two for two."

"Remus...."

Remus slowly rose from his position, the hand holding the ring going into his pocket. Almost immediately, the tiny band slipped through the hole in Remus's trousers, barely making a sound as it fell to the sidewalk, and Remus began walking down the path. Sirius don’t know what compelled him to pick up the ring—maybe if he looked at it up-close his answer would change, and they could go back to how it was 10 minutes ago before Sirius had destroyed everything. Remus had surprisingly done a good job with the ring, golden and not too thick, handmade; inside a barely perceptible inscription of forever just as Remus had verbally said.

Just as they had said when they were eighteen and graduated from Hogwarts, holding hands and looking at the Black Lake for the last time with death-grips. Eight white knuckles. Convincing themselves that they would stay together, forever, because they had to be.

“Remus, wait!”

And to Sirius’s surprise, Remus stopped in his tracks on the pavement, Sirius barely having to jog to catch up with him.

“What?”

“I—” Sirius stalled, “I wasn’t expecting you to actually stop and wait for me, so I don’t…have anything to say right at this moment, but give me a second and—”

“I only stopped to wait because I realized you drove us here.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.” Remus mocked, eyebrows raising and staring at Sirius for some sort of explanation. “There’s a fucking party waiting for us back at Number 12. Harry helped me plan this bit out. And we’re going to go back there and say what? Never mind! It was all a lie! Nothing matters! Go fuck yourself, Sirius.”

“I mean…that’s probably going to happen for a while considering I don’t think I’m fucking—”

“Don’t be charming.”

“Well, I can’t help that.”

“I am going to spit in your face, I swear on Merlin’s Right Saggy Tit, Sirius Black.”

Sirius sighed, and handed the ring back to Remus carefully, “I…said no.”

“To cheese on your sandwich, I’ve heard.”

“And to getting married.”

“Remember that time James accidentally pantsed me in front of the entire school? Don’t laugh, you are not allowed to laugh anymore,” Remus said, sternly, pointing a finger at Sirius who bit down on his lip, “And I said to you I didn’t think there was anything more embarrassing?”

“I…remember.”

“This takes the cake.”

“…Do you have one in that picnic basket?”

“There’s one at Number 12.”

“It’s…still ours to eat.”

“It says Congratulations, not feeling particularly celebratory at this moment,” Remus shook his head and shoved the ring back down into his pockets. The same one with a hole in it. The ring would undoubtedly fall out again and Sirius wasn’t sure this time he would pick it up. Maybe a bird would find it, bring it back to its nest. At least then someone, something would use it as part of their home.

“We don’t have a lot of options here Remus, and I’m—”

“Trying to make the best of it, you always do. It’s why I wanted to marry you.”

And this was where the guilt set in. This was where Sirius would normally back-peddle, already thinking of ways he could pull the punches and soften the blow. Confess to Remus with his “present face” that he just wasn’t ready now and, in a year, or so when Harry was older, or maybe when the sitting room was painted the perfect shade of yellow, Sirius would say yes, loudly and proudly. Or else return to their home and start plotting a proposal in reverse, where it was Sirius on one knee with shaky hands telling Remus that he just had to be the one to propose and the ring would be perfect, and Remus would smile so wide Sirius would be able to see the gap in his bottom teeth. But Sirius didn’t want to do either of those.

There was always a third choice between yes, and no. You just had to be clever enough and brave enough to find out what it was.

“So…” Sirius breathed out, “How…about we just get trashed instead?”

“What.” Remus asked, unamused, eyes red from tears that hadn’t fallen yet but had dried all the same. Shoulders hunched over. All pride from the start of their drive to the park gone.

“We get trashed. Off the…whatever you packed for our picnic, I’m assuming there’s something?”

“Fucking 20 galleon bottle of wine.”

“Then we drink that. And…then go to a pub down the road. Stay out so late, everyone leaves Number 12, and…we don’t have to deal with anything until…not now.”

“And well just go home together? And sleep in the same bed together? And tomorrow morning tell Harry that love is a joke?”

“Yeah,” Sirius nodded, “I think he can take it.”

“We’ll I can’t. Why—”

“It doesn’t…feel right, Moony. And I didn’t…know until you were down on one knee.”

Remus nodded slowly before starting down the path again. Sirius stood and waited again, watching Remus’s retreating back unsure of whether to stay or follow and try one more time. But he saw Remus reach into the backpack, pulling out the aforementioned bottle of wine. He looked around before magically popping out the cork, pausing on the sidewalk, and chugging the expensive wine like it was water.

He turned his head towards Sirius, holding out the bottle like an olive branch, and for the second time that late afternoon, Sirius walked to catch up to Remus.

“I get most of this.”

“Alright,” Sirius grinned, feeling the guilt that had knotted itself up in the pit of his stomach slowly unravel. He took a sip from the bottle.

He fucking hated wine.

Wrong.

Present face.

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The night was long, mostly spent drinking in silence across from each other. Not wanting to drink alone but not walking to speak to the other person.

Remus was hurt.

Sirius was in shock, adrenaline coursing through his veins and he would feel the hurt later.

They used a portkey to get home, leaving Sirius’s car at the park for him to retrieve tomorrow, along with anything else left behind.

Dignity.

Maybe love.

Number 12 was empty, as Sirius expected, the Congratulations cake left on the kitchen table, though it had been carved into (as a result of a hoard of impatient children in attendance) no doubt.

Sirius woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache, too old to be drinking all night, and stumbled into the kitchen for a glass of water. He leaned against the refrigerator—a ghastly muggle appliance that Sirius had grown accustomed to in the tiny flat days with him and Remus and hadn’t found a way to make it blend seamlessly into the décor of Number 12.

But at the moment in felt cool and calming on his forehead and racing thoughts.

He hadn’t quite figured out what to do, or what to say, or what was going to happen next.

“Uh…Mr. Black?”

Sirius startled, pulling away from the fridge and running a hand through his hair before turning around to face the voice.

Kelly? Clara? Katie? A muggle babysitter they used for Harry from the neighborhood. They had cycled through so many over the years, between accidental magic and Number 12 Grimmauld Place deciding to have a mind of its own whenever Remus and Sirius would leave, that Sirius was starting to lose track of the names.

“Oh, hi K…aaa…rrriiitt—”

“Karina.”

“Right, right, sorry, Karina, long night,” Sirius offered, giving her a weak smile, “Thank you for staying…over unexpectedly. Let me just find…” Sirius walked across the kitchen and down the hallway leading to the front door where they kept a small chest of drawers. A stack of muggle money was in the first one, after Sirius had attempted to pay babysitter and pizza delivery persons one too many times with galleons. “Sorry about that—was Harry alright?”

“He went into a sugar coma about eight and has been asleep since. I did my best to clean up the party.”

“Ah, what would we do without you, Kate.”

“Karina.”

Sirius closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face, silently cursing himself, “Right. Here’s…a little extra just for that.”

The young girl laughed, reaching up to the hook to grab her coat and her small purse before accepting the money, “How…did last night go?” she asked, a smile on her face as she expected what Sirius knew everyone expected.

“I…I said no!” Sirius exclaimed with false excitement, extending his empty ring fingers to Karina and watched as her face fell and turned pink.

Seemed about right.

[wren-starling]

Callsigns (Bob x Girlfriend to Fiancé reader)

Summary: Bob’s girlfriend refuses to call any of his friends by their callsigns and when they try to give her one, she refuses. That is, until Bob gives her one she can’t turn down.

Warnings: Drinking, other than that, none! Pure Bob being a soft boy for the love of his life.

Word count: 1,403

Author’s Note: I love the idea of Bob proposing. I think he’d get so nervous and he’d fumble over his words and it’d be adorable! So I wrote about it. Enjoy! (credit to gif owner)

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“Jake, can you get another round for me? I’ll pay you back when I get the chance.” I call out.

“Only if you call me Hangman. Everybody calls me Hangman.” Jake counters.

“Uh, wrong. Everybody calls you Bagman.” Natasha corrects from the pool table. Jake turns around and gives her the side eye.

“I gotcha, darling. What’d you want?” I hear Robert ask from beside me. He squeezes my shoulder as he stands up and unwraps my legs from his lap.

“Surprise me.” I say with a smile.

“Don’t I always?” He smirks as he pecks my lips quickly.

“I loath the day the two of you fell in love.” Jake comments as he heads over to the pool table with Natasha and Bradley.

“I think it’s sweet.” Natasha says, handing over her cue to Jake.

“Thank you, Nat.” I say as I cross my legs and relax into my chair. I turn around briefly to see Robert, Penny, and Pete having what seems to be a pretty deep conversation. Penny looks shocked and Pete looks a little sick. Robert has a goofy looking smile on his face, the smile that made me weak in the knees three years ago. I smile to myself as he walks back over with our drinks.

“Penny’s new concoction. All she said was it’s sweet and has gin in it.” Robert says, handing me the tall glass with a smile.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” I take a small sip and am immediately hit with how much trouble this drink could get me in. You can’t taste the alcohol at all and the sweet aftertaste on my tongue leaves me craving more.

“So, Y/N. Why don’t you ever use our call signs? That’s how everyone refers to us here.” Jake asks as he takes a shot and sinks the five ball.

“It doesn’t feel as personal as your name.” I explain simply.

“But they’re like nicknames we got from friends, some of us for doing something stupid, others of us have personal attachments to our call signs.” Bradley explains as he snatches the cue from Jake and lines up his next shot.

“Take your sweetheart for example,” Jake starts.

“No!” Robert interrupts. Everyone starts laughing as they remember their first time meeting Robert.

“Can we give you one?” Natasha asks. “Maybe it’ll show you why we all call each other by them.”

“No, I’m good but thank you.” I decline, sipping back more of my drink.

“Come on! It’ll be fun! I’ll start,” Jake saunters over to me, a few too many whiskey shots clear in his wobbling stride. Jake stares at me a long time before giving his first suggestion. “Ghost.”

“Do I get to know the reason behind them before I decline?” I ask. I feel Robert slip his arm around my shoulders as he pulls me against his side. He presses a gentle kiss to my temple, sensing that I don’t want this and telling me to just let it happen.

“You’re ghostly pale. I’d also accept Casper as a submission.” Jake snickers at his own joke.

“Haha. Very funny. I’m sorry I don’t get gorgeously tan like the rest of you in the San Diego sun.” Robert smirks, remembering the amount of times he’s had to rub aloe on my back because I forgot to apply sunscreen.

“What about Sparky? You and that quick wit of yours could get us in trouble in the air.” Bradley quips, setting down the pool cue after winning the game against Jake.

“Not as bad but still, no. I don’t see the point. Just call me Y/N.” Robert starts picking at a tear in his jeans, a clear sign he’s nervous.

“Okay okay. Fine. Bobby old pal why don’t you try? You know her the best anyway.” Jake suggests as he calls at Natasha to wrack the balls for a game of nine ball.

“Um, I’d have to think.” Robert murmurs.

“Just look at her and say the first thing that comes to mind.” Natasha suggests.

I turn and meet Robert’s crystal clear blue eyes and forget for a moment that we’re surrounded by his friends. Robert’s eyes scan every inch of my face before landing back on my eyes. I smile at him, feeling completely content in this moment.

“Angel.” He says. My heart melts at the smile that dawns his face.

“Robert.” I say softly, hearing my voice falter slightly at the sweetness of the nickname.

“Because you saved me. And because you give off this…this light. I know that I’m safe when I’m with you. And…and you…you’re so incredibly kind, to everyone,” Robert grabs both my hands and holds them in his own. “You’re perfect. And I’m so incredibly lucky to have you in my life.” Robert pulls his hands back and reaches into his pocket. My eyes fall to the small velvet box he opens in the palm of his hand before dropping down to one knee.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, callsign ‘Angel,’ will you do me the extraordinary honor of becoming my wife?” Robert’s eyes never leave mine as the tears start rolling down my cheeks. I sniffle as I get on both knees in front of him. I stare at this handsome man who is asking me to be his forever.

“Robert William Floyd, callsign ‘Bob,’ yes, yes I will marry you.” Robert breaks out in the biggest smile I have ever seen as he takes the ring and slides it onto my finger.

Robert grabs both sides of my face and kisses me passionately. The kiss is so full of love I fall for him all over again. I feel him wiping away the tears on my cheeks as he pulls back and wraps me in the warmest, tightest hug imaginable. I hear cheering from the entire bar as Robert pulls back and kisses me again.

“I love you so much.” He whispers, just for me to hear in this intimate moment of ours.

“I love you so much.” I whisper back as I wipe a tear from his cheek.

Once Robert has helped me off the floor, he picks me up and swings me around as the Hard Deck cheers loudly for us. I look over at Robert’s friends and notice they’re all standing there with sheepish grins on their faces.

”You knew!” I shout, pointing at all of them.

“Of course we knew!” Jake says, running over to give me a massive hug as he too spins me around.

“That’s why you brought up callsigns. It gave him an entrance.” I decipher the evenings events.

“You caught us.” Bradley comments as he wraps me in a warm, grounding hug. Natasha soon follows with a gentle squeeze.

“Congratulations you two.” I hear Pete say. I turn to him and laugh quietly as Robert wraps a protective arm around my waist.

“Thank you sir.” Robert says.

“You’re glowing.” Penny says to me as she hands me Robert’s phone with a video of the whole thing pulled up.

“Is that why you offered to get my drink? So you could get them to record?” I ask Robert.

“Yeah, but I’m also just a pure southern gentleman, so I had to get my lady a drink.” Robert fakes tipping a cowboy hat as he presses a kiss to my cheek. I feel myself turn bright red as Penny announces to the bar that everyone gets a free round on the house in honor of the happily engaged couple. There’s lots more cheers as Robert drags me out to the beach behind the bar.

The two of us pick a spot in the sand and sit down as we stare at the waves crashing along the shore. I lean my head against his chest as he wraps his jacket around my shoulders and keeps his arm draped around my waist. I can feel Robert’s steady heartbeat through his button-up as I feel my chest fill with warmth. I raise my left hand in the moonlight and watch the glitter of the small diamond in the center of the ring.

“Are you happy?” Robert asks soothingly.

“Incredibly. Are you?” I question, looking up at him from beneath my lashes.

“More than you will ever know.” He responds as he leans down to give me a soft kiss underneath the moonlight, interlocking our fingers as he brushes his thumb over the ring that now rests on my finger.

[redbullgivesyouwingedkuriboh]

GX Rewatch: Ep 1-5 (Dub)

Before we get into it, I have to say that obviously this is spoilers for ep 1-5, but also the entirety of the show since I reference things that are foreshadowed in the first few episodes. you’ve been warned

k let’s go

Episode 1

how is Crowler not fired yet?

Crowler was nonbinary before it was cool (aka before season 3)

jaden says bastion is the second best duelist there (him being the best) but Zane is literally 50 feet away

“legendary rare monster” it’s $0.79 on Amazon. Cyber Dragon cost me more.

Zane doesn’t give two shits about Jaden’s ego. A piece of paper is worth more. Baby Zane was such an ass <3 /affectionate /icanfixhim

Alexis saying Jaden’s really good and Zane just turning and walking away. what an icon. girlboss. he’s already planning how to kick jaden’s ass.

Episode 2

not much to say here.

Jaden sticks up for colorblind people? sort of?

forgot how much of a prick Baby Chazz was

Alexis says that there’s no off-hours arena duels allowed and that Chazz should’ve told Jaden that— why didn’t she tell him when she got there?

jaden refusing to leave the duel arena is SO FUNNY, like he could literally get expelled and he’s just like nah cards

Episode 3

Syrus can’t read, canon

Crowler is the definition of right formula wrong answer

YOU ARE A TEACHER, REPORT HIM FOR SOME SHIT.

at least abuse your power properly smh

Alexis being obsessed with Jaden from the get-go is def because he acts exactly like Atticus

also: alexis doesn’t talk about Atticus until ep 5. you’d think there’d be some residual trauma since he disappeared at this school, but she doesn’t say shit

Episode 4

crowler stealing the rare cards and pulling a Clark Kent when everyone gets there is such a drama queen move, I see where Atticus learned it from

seriously crowler could have just left

also Jaden is canonically ripped, he pushed a truck up a hill

he also says something like “now I don’t need to go to the gym” which means DA canonically has a gym that JADEN goes to

Syrus praying to Slifer is so fucking funny oml

actually now that I think about it it would make a lot of sense for characters to actually worship Egyptian gods considering. y’know. they’re real.

probably not Syrus’s motivation but either way

Chumley trying to rig the exams by letting Jaden get his beauty rest

Bastion. everything about Bastion in this episode gives me life. I love him. He was the only one who stayed back to wake up Jaden and Syrus, which (though misguided, he didn’t do it for their sake) was really cute

Baby Bastion in general is just a vibe

Episode 5

really wacky when you realize Jaden’s scary story about hearing card voices isn’t just about his normal cards, it’s about Yubel too

“kids went missing from the abandoned dorm” oH gEe professor banner, whO kidnAppEd tHem?

Pharaoh is my homie

on the topic of the stories Syrus’s actually scared the shit out of me until he was flailing around in the water

CROWLER JUMPSCARE JESUS CHRIST

Millenium items and all what the heck

oh yeah i forgot about the fake millennium puzzle

love how a guy canonically got a call from Crowler being like yo can you come scare the absolute fuck outta these actual children and he was like yea no problem that’s actually my favorite activity

lmao where’d this fuck get a fog machine

Crowler knows how to teleport?????

“Well alright if you insist” crowler I stg I need you to save some sass for the rest of us

“you could just say we’ve found a couple places where it’s not” JADEN YOU’RE SO FUNNY OMFG I forgot how silly Jaden is

“oh, hi Alexis” YOU’RE EVERYTHING TO ME JADEN

“well that’s not very intelligent” marry me alexis

“why are you here” “I have my reasons, that’s why!” weird way to propose alexis but I accept

the reaction shot on Alexis’s reveal of her brother is the least dramatic in the show and yet it’s the one that makes me cringe the most

jaden, having just heard that some kid literally disappeared here, with actual evidence from Alexis: fuck that i’m not a pussy let’s go in

OH NO A GIRL SCREAM TO INDICATE DANGER

ATTICUS JUMPSCARE OH MY GOD was not prepared to see that

REACTION SHOT TM

“That sounded like Alexis” syrus how many girls have you heard scream to know exactly what Alexis sounds like screaming

episode five and Jaden is already done with Villain of the Week tm

love jaden’s commitment to the catchphrase even though he’s seeing his first real threat

Jaden canonically pays enough attention in class to know about Archfiend effects, he’s truly not as dumb as people think

oh S3 Jaden totally got flashbacks to this duel during his battle with Bronn

“you flunked math, chumley.” “no, I got a 54” HELP THEY’RE EVERYTHING

“hey, my arm” YOUR ARM IS GONE AND THAT’S YOUR FREAKIN REACTION JADEN I STG I LOVE YOU

“we got blackout curtains” weird way to propose but yes

POT OF GREED MENTIONED RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

the music in this series is epic as hell

“this is totally anti-lishus” chumley i miss you so much come back to us

TO BE CONTINUED ARE YOU KIDDING ME

okay spose this is TBC then

[nyappyforeverbr]

【Interview】Miku (An Cafe) × ClubZy ONLINE │Part #1

In February of that year, 2023, Miku was interviewed by the ClubZy Online team. ClubZy is a Japanese magazine specializing in visual-kei artists managed by Visual-kei Oyaji/Seiichi Hoshiko. The editor in chief of the magazine is Hakuei (Penicillin).

To access the interview, it was necessary to pay a contribution/subscription fee on the ClubZy no Nico channel (Japanese live broadcast platform), Cafekko Sara signed and sent us the interview!

After starting their hiatus in January 2019, AN CAFE made a 'live comeback' at [OSAKA MUSE 35th Anniversary Event “OUR CANVAS”] held last June/2022. After such a surprise, they celebrated their 20th anniversary this year by performing at Zepp Haneda on January 5th and 6th, 2023. In addition, it was also announced that they will be performing live in Tokyo and Osaka in August this year, surely many readers are creating expectations for the full resumption of activities. We caught up with Miku (Vo.) to talk about An Cafe's past, present and future!

Interview: Takayuki Murakami Photo: Susumu Miyawaki

- On January 5th and 6th, you got together to celebrate the 20th anniversary of “Reiwa from First NYAPPY o(≧∀≦)o” at Zepp Haneda. Miku: The reason why we decided to do this live was because the members reunited before the 20th anniversary. When we went out to eat, everyone probably had the word “20th anniversary” flashing in their heads, but no matter what they did, they couldn't say “Let's do this together” to each other. We talked privately, but we didn't talk about An Cafe. I totally understand that feeling. I didn't leave because I wanted to, so remembering that makes me sad. I wonder if the others felt embarrassed. So, although not everyone mentioned it, last June there was an anniversary event for Osaka MUSE, An Cafe was invited. I got a message from the team about what it was going to look like, and right away I thought, "Oh! I can see some light." After talking with Teruki, he summoned the members. Everyone kindly agreed to do a live in June. And that. We started talking about doing a 20th birthday and we made it happen in January.

- Osaka MUSE's anniversary event was held at the ideal time. This time the title was "First NYAPPY o(≧∀≦)o in Reiwa". What was the concept?

Miku: The concept might have been different for everyone... No, it's the same. I wonder if it was. Anyway, to satisfy the fans, I did my best by delivering the best live with the feeling of thinking it's an important date. That's why we had fun, more than that, I had a strong desire to make the audience have fun.

-Was the set list also decided with that in mind?

Miku: For the set list, first of all, we have about 140 songs if you align them with Excel. So I surprised myself by saying, “Wow, there are so many songs!” Like (laughs). All songs are important to me, but from there I chose the most important ones. There were still about 50 songs left, that's right. I thought this was not applicable but this time it was 2 days wasn't it? 2 days of An Cafe. Generally, we only change a few songs in streams for days in a row. But this time, for the first time, I changed the songs almost completely. Thanks to that, I was able to include more.

-The fans were happy to be able to listen to several songs. In other words, Miku thought of the set list by himself, was that it?

Miku: Yes. If I “decided” and suggested it to everyone; they accepted my proposal.

-After all, everyone was looking at the same goal. So what did you feel when you performed live?

Miku: It's still a dream, and it really is like a dream. I can not explain. It was very funny. It was extraordinary, it's like a dream, still.

-There are many things I thought about after watching the show. I felt strongly that An Cafe's live performance was extraordinary.

Miku: The extraordinary space is the synergy between the band and the audience. Members are what make An Cafe great. Honestly, I don't think I'm good, but when I go on stage I can shine. Fans too, when everyone comes together, everyone can shine. A special space is created. Therefore, our role as an artist is to give our fans dreams, but they also make us dream. I feel like I'm being taken care of.

-Certainly, the audience's reaction was beautiful, and the live atmosphere, the feeling was excellent. And during An Cafe's concert there are many attractive parts, first of all, the music is good, the melody has a sparkle. It's amazing how exciting it is.

Miku: I'm glad you realize that. Maybe it's because I'm a shadow. I have a very sociable personality and I really like folk songs. Usually, the members compose the songs, but I'm the one who decides the melody line myself. That's why, while it's bright and poppy, it's also full of melancholy. I feel like we managed to convey that in the song.

-If the melody is lively, bright or heavy, I feel it is in good taste.

Miku: I think the reason why we like visual-kei is that it has some shadows and is dark. I think the members really prefer dark songs. But An Cafe has the image of a brilliant band, doesn't it? It's about trying to reconcile the band's image with our tastes, and even if we want to do something brilliant, there will be some minor tastes.

-It's hard to mix light and dark well, but An Cafe is good at it. In addition to being able to enjoy many high quality songs, I thought it was good to have a place to show the instrumental formation, which is typical of the band.

Miku: In An Cafe, there is a section that focuses on the musical ensemble called "Etcetera", and I think this is a very important scene in live performance. So I definitely wanted to do that this time around, so I included it in the set list.

-That is great. Do you leave the etcetera content to the instrument team?

Miku: Yes. I think Teruki is the main and leading actor. I usually don't participate. When I entered the studio, they said, "Miku-kun, it's okay if you're late."

-The default is to come into the studio later, see what you think and give the OK.

Miku: No, it's like watching for the first time during the live.

-What? Don't you check in the studio?

Miku: They don't (laughs). I try to snoop around during the final rehearsal which is held on stage, but after the studio rehearsals they only do the actual performance. So I don't know what they're going to do until the day of the show (laughs). But etcetera's content is always good, and I trust all the members.

-It's also nice to see Miku leaving the stage when Etcetera enters. Without appealing to the public by saying, "I'm going to be gone for a while", I could feel the importance of the members from the fact that they were gone so quickly.

Miku: That was good (laughs). I have no problem leaving the stage. I've been doing this since we started doing etcetera. ~ x ~

to be continued...