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mysterystarz · 3 years ago

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the romance checklist:

summary: a chance meeting with kageyama has you striking up a bet to see if one of you could fall in love with the other before the year was up. cue the romance checklist, a piece of paper that molded your fate and his.

pairing: kageyama tobio x g!n reader

word count: 3.2k

genres + themes: literally pure fluff, reader is a first-year karasuno student, reader is also kind of a romantic

warnings: none

a/n: so this is my first time writing for kageyama and i know he's probably pretty out of character, so my apologies!! this was inspired off some headcannons i wrote for one of my irl friends, and this wiki-how article which i used to structure the actual checklist! to all my lovely kags simps, this is for you <3 (also to all the people who hate angst, you lucked out bc i was about to add an angst part but got lazy)

You had never thought a trip to the vending machine could be so eventful.

It had been lunch break, and you found yourself wandering towards the machine, money in hand as your eyes trailed the snacks. It had become routine to sneak away during lunch hours for this, enjoying the fresh autumn breeze as you bought your snacks. It had always given you time to think and the time to recompose yourself when you didn’t have a clue what to do.

Usually it also provided you with time alone.

That wasn’t the case today though. Standing in front of the vending machines was Kageyama Tobio, frantically pushing the button for milk with a grumpy sort of scowl on his face. From the distance you stood, you could make out his height and the way he tapped his foot continuously, as if he didn’t have the time to wait for the milk to be dispensed from the spot.

Strolling up to the spot, you stood silently next to him, watching the way he retrieved the milk from the slot wordlessly as he walked away, not even a glance in your direction.

You knew full well who he was. In fact, you could barely walk through the halls of school without hearing a murmur about the prodigy setter and his closed off ways. The girls found him intriguing from afar, and while they never dared to approach him, they all wanted to.

You hadn’t really understood what they saw in him. He was average...if not below that in academics, and he seemed to dedicate most of his time to volleyball, not caring much for other people. He didn’t seem to have many friends, and was almost always grumpy.

All of this should’ve been reason enough to avoid him, and yet you couldn’t help but be intrigued. There was something about him that was different. You just needed to find out what that was.

The next day came around, and sure enough, he stood at the machine again, toe-tapping as his milk was dispensed from the slot. This time his eyes scanned the courtyard as if he was seeking something before they finally landed on you.

You weren’t prepared for the full impact of his gaze. It was calculated and pointed, with some sort of intent that was expressed in every inch of those dark blue eyes. You weren’t put off by it.

In fact, it was charming in its own way.

“Are you looking for something Kageyama?” You asked as you walked towards him, pulling a few yen out of your pocket. “You’re staring.”

“I’m not.” He deadpanned, his eyes still trained on you as you selected a snack from the machine’s buttons. “I see you everywhere. Who are you?”

You hadn’t expected that. You knew he was observant...when it came to volleyball specifically, but never realized how it translated anywhere else. “I’m Y/L/N Y/N.”

You weren’t sure what else to say to him. Gently grabbing your snack, you politely nodded at him before leaving him behind, the thoughts rapidly accumulating in your brain. Did he notice you the entire time? Why did he ask? Did he know something? Was he planning to use you as some example to the other girls who wanted to know him?

You wish you had an answer.

Unfortunately, you couldn’t think of any.

It had been two weeks since you had met Kageyama by the vending machines. It had now become routine to expect him there during your lunch breaks, milk box in hand as he regarded your very presence with something that felt a whole lot like curiosity. Every now and then he’d offer commentary on the mundane happenings of Karasuno, or ask about you, but you weren’t sure how you could hold a conversation with just these things.

“Kageyama.” You nodded, strolling towards the machine as you always did. He whipped around almost immediately, offering a solemn nod in return, clutching his milk box.

“Y/L/N.” He murmured, taking a sip of his box.

“Have you ever thought about love?” You found yourself asking, internally screaming at the word choice. Great, now he was going to think that you were some crazy person.

“I think so…?.” Was what he offered in response. His features seemed to soften at this question though as he scrunched his brows in thought. “What type of love?”

You raised a brow at him in question. “Kageyama...what type of love are you talking about?”

“Well...I love volleyball and milk.” He shrugged. “That counts.”

“That...wasn’t the type I was referring to.” You said, suppressing the laughter that bubbled into your chest. “I was talking about the other kind.”

“The other kind is stupid.” Kageyama replied instantaneously. “There’s nothing special to it.”

You felt confusion seep into your system before you quieted it, letting your mind wander. With Kageyama’s status, you assumed that he’d at least thought of the concept at least once, although it seemed that he’d never even pondered the idea altogether!

“You’d have to feel it to come to that conclusion,” you countered, “Have you?”

“No,” he scoffed, “It’s still stupid.”

“Why?” You asked, feeling the curiosity surface. “Any specific reason?”

“Why would anyone want to dedicate all their time to another person?” Kageyama asked straight back, his gaze unwavering. “I just don’t see the point.”

You stared back at him, feeling the challenge bubble in your veins. “I bet...I can make you fall in love with someone by the end of the school year.”

At that moment, the boy in front of you looked thoroughly surprised, throwing his empty milk box at the garbage can nearby. He seemed speechless to some extent, as if he wasn’t able to process the words that had just left your mouth.

“And what happens if you can’t?” He asked, hesitantly bringing his gaze to your face. “What then?”

“I’ll buy you milk for a whole month.” You placed your hands on your hip as you kept your glare firm. “I stick to that.”

“Okay then,” he sighed, “Game on.”

With a shake of your hands, you cemented your fate.

You would win that bet. That much was certain.

“What’s this Y/L/N?” Kageyama asked, pointing at the piece of paper you held at him. “How are you going to win a bet with this?”

The two of them stood in the courtyard of Karasuno, the fresh autumn breeze rippling the paper you held in your hand. It had been a good day so far, and Kageyama had surprisingly stuck to his resolve, meeting you at the vending machine when he could’ve easily avoided you.

It was always more fun to challenge a competent opponent.

“This is the romance checklist.” You grinned proudly. “This has all the things we need to get you to fall in love.”

“How is it fair if you don’t do the checklist’s things too?”

“Well, that’s why I’m doing them with you.” You responded, already anticipating these types of questions. “I drafted the checklist off of the things I’ve observed over the years that should totally lead to feelings of love!”

“Whatever.” Kageyama said, his blue eyes scanning the paper’s contents. “How do you plan to do this?”

“We follow the steps.” You nodded. “Since I’m doing this with you, it’ll be foolproof.”

“Y/L/N...what if we competed against each other?” He mumbled. “We follow the checklist and use it against each other. Whoever falls in love first loses.”

“Do you really want to risk that?” You smirked, “That’s a bold move you’re making.”

Kageyama stood up straighter at this, the challenge burning deep in his eyes. “I’m going to win, so it won’t be an issue.”

“Suit yourself,” you grinned. “I’ll be winning this anyways.”

He simply smirked as he looked down at the paper, the promise of a challenge fresh and bright between them.

STEP ONE: MEET SOMEONE

After a long time, you had finally gotten some free time away from schoolwork and the obligations that pinned you down. It was a rare occurrence with the amount of pressure that the college prep class placed on you, and you intended to make the most of it.

You found yourself on the pathway of a cafe you used to frequent in the summer with your friends. It had always been a place to collect your thoughts and let your worries float away with every sip of one of the immaculately crafted beverages that they offered there. You felt your lips twitch in an involuntary smile at the memories.

“Y/L/N?” You heard a voice call out, a shocking contrast to the normal chattering you heard within the shop. Looking up, you were met with Kageyama’s eyes, narrowed and confused as you sat at the table frozen. “What are you here for?”

“It's a break for me,” you shrugged, “I come here all the time. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“They have good drinks,” Kageyama replied bluntly. A few beats of silence passed between them, with neither of them knowing what to add to the conversation.

“You can sit down with me.” You offered, gesturing to the empty seat across from you. “The more the merrier.”

He didn’t question this as he slid into the seat, fingers drumming on the table as he looked at the window. From your point of view, it was almost picturesque the way he managed to appear. His blue eyes were focused on the trees outside, and his posture was ever so casual and relaxed as he sat there, as if he had no other care in the world.

It was unfair how model-like he managed to appear, even despite the fact he wasn’t trying.

Ah. Perhaps this is what the girls at school noticed.

Once the drinks arrived at your table, the two of them drank in comfortable silence, admiring the flavors on their tongues as their surroundings continued on as normal. You didn’t feel the need to contribute anything to the silence, finding it calming in its own right.

“So Kageyama, are you feeling anything yet?” You teased, setting down your half-empty cup.

“No.” He admitted, setting down his drink as well. “I am supposed to?”

“Well technically no, but it’d be good if you did.” You chuckled, finding amusement in the cluelessness of his ways. “Step one of the romance checklist: meet somebody.”

“We already met though.” He countered, “How does this count as anything?”

“Well, we just encountered each other out of nowhere.” You smiled, “That counts as a meeting in my book.”

He wrapped his mind around this information, nodding solemnly. “I guess so then. I still don’t feel anything.”

“Neither do I.” You said, willing the slight butterflies in your stomach to subside. It was really nothing. This was simply a chance meeting, nothing more than luck and fate that had you encounter each other today of all days.

You shouldn’t have been affected this quickly. You felt far too warm, far too...fuzzy, for a meeting of chance. It was simply far too intimate.

Well, it seemed that Kageyama had gotten the one upon you at this stage.

You’d beat him next time. You knew you would.

STEP TWO: FLIRT

“You look good today Kags,” you smirked, feeling a sense of satisfaction creep up in your veins at his flushed cheeks,

Over the course of the weeks spent together, you had been able to learn more about the mysterious boy in front of you and had even formed a friendship of sorts. For starters, he was flustered very easily, which is why you decided to make your move so early in the morning.

“I look like how I do every day, dumbass!” He growled, the red deepening in his cheeks when you merely winked in response.

Ah yes. He tended to insult those he befriended. That was yet another endearing thing about the boy in front of you.

“No, something is different today,” you commented, “Did you do something with your hair?”

“No,” he frowned, the flush never subsiding from his cheeks. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“I’m just saying genuine things you know.” You laughed, punching his shoulder casually. “Besides, I think I’m succeeding so far.”

“Succeeding? This is that stupid checklist again, isn’t it?” He sighed. “Step two: flirting. What is the point of this again?”

“It’s to show interest.” You remarked. “Besides, if you want me to fall for you, you’re going to at least have to act like you’re interested in me. I know it’s working on you so far.”

“No it’s not!” He yelled, although the defense was half-hearted. You knew he was merely putting up a front. You could tell it from his body posture alone.

You had the upper hand right now.

You waved him goodbye as you entered the Karasuno grounds, climbing the stairs to reach your class as he walked in the opposite direction. Even if you had the upper hand right now, you knew that you had to be on-guard the rest of the day.

If there was one thing you knew very well in the time you had spent with Kageyama, it was that he was extremely competitive. There was no way he’d ever go down without a fierce fight, especially when a month’s worth of milk was on the line.

You had been absolutely right to doubt him.

When lunchtime rolled around, he stood at the vending machine like he always did, leaning against it casually as he waited for you, his focus placed on the entrance.

The first thing you noticed was how calm he was. There was none of his usual frantic energy or the practiced insults that you threw back at one another. He simply stood there, content, as he watched you make your entrance.

The second thing you noticed was how an unconscious smile crept onto his face when you waved at him and slipped away the minute your eyes darted to his mouth. He sipped his milk casually, although you knew that internally, he was definitely scheming.

He could be a gremlin if left untapped.

You were about to purchase your snack in silence, thinking about all the ways he could win against you when you felt his hand on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw him holding out a container of your favorite snack, handing it to you wordlessly.

What?

“I thought I would get it today,” he shrugged, taking a sip of his milk. “You’ve bought me milk sometimes. It’s only fair.”

He didn’t consider it much of a big deal, but you felt your heart begin to accelerate in its pace at the thoughts that came flying into your head.

He had paid attention to your favorite snack? He had actually cared about when you bought him milk?

He noticed all of this?

“You...have a nice smile.” He mumbled, a flush rising onto his cheeks once again. You felt yourself fluster a bit at the compliment, not used to hearing it that often.

“Uhhh thanks.” You exhaled, not knowing how to respond to such an out-of-the-blue remark. “Your smile looks a lot like the Cheshire cat you know.”

For a moment his face was contorted into an expression of horror before he laughed a bit, the low chuckles sending heat straight to your cheeks.

Damn it. His laugh was adorable.

It was a low chiming sound, but it still managed to uplift your spirits in the brief time that you heard it. It was absolutely perfect.

You’d like to hear it again if you could.

A small smile was on his face as he looked to the ground, thinking about something while you took the time to really look at him. Behind the stone exterior, was someone talented, clueless, and amusing in every way you could possibly imagine.

You noticed how his posture mirrored yours, and the way how he smiled when your eyes finally met his own.

Damn it! He got the one-up on you. Again.

STEP THREE: GO ON THRILLING DATES

“Tobio! Let’s go on this one!” You yelled as you dragged him towards the large rollercoaster that caught your eye.

It was a beautiful Saturday with the most perfect weather. Sunny skies met a fresh breeze as you dragged Kageyama around the amusement park you had insisted on going to together. He kept with your quick pace as you went from ride to ride, never once letting go of his hand.

If anything, you were more confused why he didn’t comment on the fact that you had been holding hands that long. Rather he silently followed you from ride to ride, occasionally commenting on how small it looked for them.

From where you stood, the rollercoaster looked positively incredible with the multiple loops and drops in its track. This certainly fit the bill for thrilling. Maybe Kageyama could finally agree to ride this one.

“Y/N, do we really have to do this one?” He asked, his gaze not tearing away from the ride. “Doesn’t it look a bit too small for us?”

“Well if it’s too small, then we can still ride it as a joyride, don’t you think?” You grinned as you shoved him into the line of the coaster. Soon enough, it was your turn as you were ushered into the seats while the employees strapped you and Kageyama into the rollercoaster.

The wait was excruciating, with every second that passed sending a wave of anticipation and adrenaline through your system. Looking to your side, you saw Kageyama’s face, which was composed, even though his fingers drummed rapidly on the bar.

Was he nervous?

Hesitantly, you reached to clasp your hands together, relishing in the feeling of your palm on his as the rollercoaster suddenly began moving, bringing you up the tall lift hill.

“Tobio, are you okay?” You questioned as you neared the top, the grip he had on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

“I’m fine!” He yelled, just as the roller coaster fell over the lift hill, sending them into a plummeting drop.

You felt the exhilarating feeling of soaring as the ride propelled you forward, shouts of glee leaving your mouth ever so often. On the other hand, all you heard from Kageyama was the occasional shout of horror when they encountered yet another drop on the track, the grip he had on your hand deathly tight.

“Tobio! You’re afraid of rollercoasters?!” You shouted as you were guided into a loop.

“No I’m not!” He shouted back, shutting his eyes when he was finally upright again. “They just make me feel like I’m about to die!” When he opened his eyes, they first found yours in a look that was both petrified and fond. “I think I lost the bet!”

“You did what?!” You yelled as the wind rippled in your ears again.

“The bet Y/N! I think I’m in love with you!” He yelled. “I thought I should tell you before we die!”

You felt your heart soar at the words that had just been exchanged, a testament to the budding feelings you had felt for months around him.

“We’re not going to die.” You sighed as the ride finally slowed, feeling exhilarated as you smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Stepping off the rollercoaster, Kageyama was more silent than anything, red flush adorning his cheeks as you massaged soothing circles onto his hand. “We both lost it in the end.” You laughed.

“I think it was worth it,” he chuckled, the beautiful chime, showing you that he meant every word.

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dumbikawa · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu Boys Comforting You After Watching A Horror Movie

GN!Reader | Fluff | Warnings: None

Characters: Atsumu, Suna

A/n: I might do a part two of this, so if there’s any recommendations for who to add send in an ask!

ATSUMU

“I’m not sure a horror movie before bed is a good idea, y/n.” The cautionary words of your loving boyfriend play on loop as you sit on the couch, alone, finding safety in the blanket you’d wrapped tightly around your figure. Only a small part of your face was left exposed as you scanned the dark for any possible dangers waiting to jump out at you. Turning off all the lights seemed like a good idea when you settled down, wanting that perfect movie watching experience. Again, your boyfriend questioned it, but you had assured him it wouldn’t be an issue.

It was most certainly an issue.

Carefully, you free one of your arms from the blanket’s confines and quickly try to feel around for your discarded phone. You were certain that you’d thrown it off to the side before starting the movie. This was just like a scene out of a real horror movie, you thought.

You see something move from the corner of your eye, making you freeze. There’s a very likely possibility you’re simply seeing things, your mind deciding to play a cruel trick on you. Regardless, you couldn’t take that chance as you abandoned the search for your phone and burrowed back into the blankets. The childlike belief that a simple piece of fabric holds the magical power to keep monsters at bay was comforting. Now, if only you could make yourself move off the couch, down the even darker hallway, and throw yourself into the room you share with your boyfriend.

In one swift motion, you push yourself up off the couch and step forward, immediately hitting your leg against the small table coffee table. You let out a loud string of cures, falling back on the couch in defeat. How you managed to forget about the piece of furniture that had been there for the entire last six months since the two of you moved in was beyond you.

Suddenly, the lights clicked on, causing you to throw an arm across your eyes that had been adjusted to the dark for the last two hours.��

“Stop, stop, stop,” you whined, fear and adrenaline running through your body as you tensed, prepared to be gobbled down by the monster from the movie you very much regretted watching.

“Didn’t I say this was going to happen?” Atsumu laughs. At the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, your face drops and you move your arm to the side in order to glare at him.

“I hate you,” you state, pushing yourself off the couch, more aware of your surroundings this time, and turning away from him.

“Aww, baby,” he coos, walking up behind you. His hands fall gently to your side, moving them over your waist until they’re clasped in front of you. The gesture alone is enough to release the tension you’d been holding in your body. His chest presses against your back as he pulls you in closer, placing soft kisses on your exposed shoulders.

“You scared me, Tsumu,” you groan, turning around so you can wrap your arms around his exposed torso. You feel his chest rise and fall as he chuckles.

“It was purely good intentioned, I was just coming out to check on you,” he explains, beginning to run his hand up and down over your back. “And it seems like it’s a good thing I did. Would you have made it off the couch?” You remained silent, knowing that more than likely you would’ve sat there until you gathered enough courage to sprint to the room or grown so tired you passed out.

“Let’s just go to bed,” you grumble, grabbing his hands and dragging him down the hallway with you. He turns the lights off behind the two of you, laughing at the way you leap on the bed to avoid having your feet exposed to any lurking monsters.

Perhaps you should watch horror movies more, Atsumu thinks as you snuggle into him under the covers, wanting to be as close to him as possible. He couldn’t deny the overwhelming benefits in his favor.

SUNA

It was your turn to choose what you and Suna watched for movie night and decided to step out of your comfort zone by searching the horror tab for something interesting. You eventually settled on a classic plot where the new family looking for a fresh start buys a ridiculous cheap house with a horrible, hidden, haunted past. It really hadn’t seemed that scary when you read through the short synopsis.

You had to admit, though, the graphics and make-up were extremely realistic and whoever was in charge of choosing the suspenseful music should win several awards because you felt thoroughly terrified. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, seemed completely unaffected as he laughed every now and then, pointing out how predictable the scares were. And it only made him laugh harder when you jumped at every single one.

The popcorn had been long forgotten as you no longer felt any desire to snack on the buttery deliciousness, instead opting to bury your face in the hoodie your boyfriend was wearing. At one point he asked if you wanted to stop the movie, worried that you might be genuinely scared. You didn’t respond, just shaking your head as your eyes stayed glued to the screen. Not only did you feel an obligation to finish the movie you’d picked due to pure stubbornness, but you were actually interested to see what happened next.

“Do the neighbors not hear them like...screaming?” you mumble, beginning to pick apart the more questionable bits of the movie. “I wonder if homeowners insurance covers damages by ghost.” It made it much less frightening to make fun of the movie as it played, but you tried to keep your comments to a minimum as to not annoy Suna, understanding how irritating it can be to have somebody talk while you’re trying to actually watch.

“This kid is probably going to need so much therapy,” he chimes in. “And they won’t even be able to afford it because they sunk all their money into this dump of a house!” You smiled at his added commentary, the two of you beginning to play off each other. Only when it got to the final, drawn out twenty minutes did you grow quiet again.

Suna turned away from the TV to look down at you curled against his chest. He felt an overwhelming urge to lean down and kiss you, but didn’t want to scare you. Instead, he opted to rubbing small circles on your back, enjoying the way you relaxed against his touch.

When the final scene played where the family dramatically drove away from the house while somber music played, leaving the upset spirit to sulk alone in the house, came and went you finally tore your eyes away from the screen.

“Are you going to be able to sleep?” Suna jokes, enjoying how cute you looked when you sat there pouting at his assumption. You felt confident that though you were scared in the moment, there would be no lasting effects when you settled down to sleep. You stood by that thought as you changed into a comfy pair of pajamas, completed your skin care routine, laid down next to your boyfriend who was already half asleep.

But after a few moments of silence in the pitch dark room, you could feel the fear creeping through your body. Scenes of the movie played on your closed eyelids as you began scooting closer and closer to the other side of the bed.

You move to rest your head on Suna’s chest, focusing on the way it rises and falls and how you can hear his heart beating rhythmically.

“If we were stuck in a creepy house with a scary ghost would you protect me?” you whisper, making out the silhouette of his face in the dark.

“Yes,” he sighs, almost completely asleep.

“Okay,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “Just making sure.” You feel him shift to lay on his side so your head is now resting on his bicep and his free arm is slung across your waist. Yeah, there was no way any stupid spirit could get to you while you wrapped within Suna’s muscular arms.

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bangtanpromptsfics · 3 years ago

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pyxis.

dialogue prompt #9: “Cheer up it's Christmas Eve, sweetheart”

pairing: jimin x reader

genre: christmas au, brother's best friend au, fluff, childhood friends to lovers

word count: 3,412 (oh no)

warnings: reader is a lil sad but nothing angsty tho

summary: christmas was always an eager wait. less for the tree decorations, family dinner and the fuss of toddlers. more for your childhood best friend who you kissed under a mistletoe years back.

a/n: ahhh!!! I'm not completely satisfied with how this turned out to be. the inspiration was from a few christmas themed fics I read here and the movie ‘It's Christmas, Eve’. anyway this was my attempt though it's nowhere near christmas time. one of my personal goals is to celebrate a christmas like the west, the snow, the fuss and the commotion ;-;. Also I lost sense of time and space and this turned out to be 3k ;-;

masterlist

“Cheer up it's christmas eve, sweetheart”, your mother chimes as she pours brown batter into little cupcake moulds.

You simply smile at her, the festive mood not really getting to you because of exhaustion. Uni was tough, and enjoying this Christmas when you know you have tons of essays due in a few days was hammering inside your brain every now and then.

“Is that chocolate?”, you ask, leaning your tired body on the counter where she is at work.

“And orange”, she smiles, turning around to preheat the oven.

“Where's Jin”. Though you hated the routinely flicks against your forehead, the absence of your big brother felt weird.

“He went with Jimin to get the Christmas tree”.

The mention of Jimin brings a smile to your face. His soft features and captivating grin filling your head. If there was one of the few things you enjoyed coming back to your hometown for holidays, it's chocolate cupcakes your mom bakes and Jimin.

His family are friends with yours after all. You, Jin and Jimin attended the same school until college and other priorities in life drift you apart. Though the bond must have rusted a bit, you can't deny the fact that you still have that crush which started somewhere in middle school, on a chritmas eve like this when he kissed your cheeks shyly under the mistletoe. Your friends and family, and even Jimin himself must have seen it nothing more than platonic, but you still find yourself relieving the moment in your head however crazy it may sound.

Standing up straight, you decide to fix your bed hair and complete the skincare routine before the said duo drops.

“Mrs. Y/L/n...”, Jimin softly kicks the back door. He is carrying one end of a huge fir, and your brother on the other end, grunting from the freezing snow outside.

“Oh dear place it right there”, you mother is quick to her feet helping the boys and doing her usual commentary on how well the tree looked.

Jimin looks more handsome than ever, especially with his nose and cheeks dusted in scarlet from the cold. He looks really huggable in his fluffy sweaters and red beanie. Jin is busy commanding around so you choose to sit back, a very typical sibling energy and the size of decoration boxes and the tree itself not really appetizing to your will to find any strength.

“Hey Y/n!”, Jimin stares back at your eyes in a split moment which has your lashes fluttering suddenly. You probably look like you are carrying a disease and right now you become very hyper aware of that.

“You alright? You look tired”, he comments. You feel his eyes carefully studying the black under your eyes and worrying his mind because that's what he is like. He cares about everyone and everything, has a heart so soft it hurts to even think about it.

“Jet lag...”, you say, “I'll be fine”. You shoot a little thumbs up on his way to reassure.

“Why didn't Jin get the tree earlier? It's Christmas in a few hours”, you dodge the focus around you and walk near in an attempt to closely examine the tree for no reason other than feeling Jimin’s eyes a little too long on you.

Your brother gets visibly annoyed seeing you start a very unnecessary talk. So he is completely obliged to shoot back with, “Because you were in charge of Christmas decorations this year but your lazy ass flew down here only yesterday”.

“You know I was busy with Uni!”

“Whatever”, he shrugs, getting back to the box of tree decorations. You feel a little bad seeing yourself not being helpful during a festive season. It felt like you were procrastinating on your responsibilities as always.

“Um...is there any way I can help?”, you ask softly, earning a mischievous grin from Jin and your mom fills in the answer.

“We need more baubles. Also I missed out gifts for Aerum and June, so maybe you can get them”. Now this was already tiring and you were not lying earlier either, the jet lag was still choking you alive. You wonder if the huge pile of stars and glitters beside your foot aren't enough but then maybe it's true because this is the largest fir you ever saw for Christmas in your house. And speaking of the five year old notorious duo, your cousins-- Aerum and June, you have no other option than to step out into the butt numbing cold and get something for the sake of not getting your brains eaten.

While you stand there doing these calculations, Jimin puts a two and two and immediately suggests to tag along with you.

“That'd be great! Thanks sweetie”, your mom chimes, her fine lines of face gathering around her eyes while she does so and you catch her throwing a wink to your side and you pretend you never saw that.

“Thank you Jimin”, you smile in all honesty while he reciprocates the same.

“No problem. I'll get my car. Will you be ready in an hour? I think you just woke up”

“Uh...yeah”, you fake a laugh, “Yes I'll be ready in an hour”

Jimin still lives here in your hometown, attends a community college nearby and his house is just a few steps away from your own. You remember how you had the same analogy in your mind as well. You like living here. You like Jimin’s company. The lake Park and the annual ice skating competition in December and the bookstores and coffee shops at the outskirts of the town. And you can't seem to clearly remember when and where that feeling started to become foreign. Maybe it was a teenage quirk to explore the world that you are now a three hour flight away from all of this. It wasn't a deep regret, but seeing Jimin, it almost felt like it. It felt like you betrayed him. Because he seemed to be keeping his word to this day.

This year, it's a few degrees lower than what it usually is and you find yourself chattering your teeth together as you walk to Jimin’s house.

His footsteps rush to get the door as soon as you ring the doorbell and he greets with the same wide grin as if he hasn't just saw you an hour ago.

“Let's go?”, he asks immediately, getting house keys from his coat pocket and locking the front door before stepping out making you confused.

“There's no one home? Where are your parents?”

“Oh well didn't Mrs. Y/L/n tell you?”, he studies your features and gets his response so he continues “They went to New York this year for Christmas. It's some elder people thing I think...so I'll be spending Christmas this year with your family”

“Really!?”, you chime, and then immediately notice a very childish jump you did with tiny fists and all, feeling a little embarrassed at yourself, “Ah... uh I mean that's great”.

“Yeah”, he giggles, sounding like a twelve year old who is still waiting for his growth spurt, “Get in the car it's freezing in here”.

Since it's been six odd months you've spoken to Jimin, you figured it would would be strange and awkward to be with him, but his demeanor states otherwise. He could effortlessly begin conversations and build momentum with you and by the time you are at a thrift store, he is aware of the little gist of student life and the dramatically exaggerated history research paper still due.

“What are you getting for the twins?”, he asks, seeing you checking out the kids toys section with absolutely no idea and that's exactly what you reply to him.

“How about this puzzle?”, he brings a big jigsaw to your glance and you figure it's a great thing to have their little brains engaged and give yourself time to breathe.

“It's perfect!”, you add, immediately placing it your cart with a few decors you picked up from earlier aisles.

Jimin places an extra pack of Christmas candies in the cart, and you send him a questionable look knowing it's his way of bribing the kids coming this evening. He puts too much effort into people's happiness, something you wish you were capable of as well.

The shopping went smooth. It was therapeutic to get hot chocolate with extra marshmallows afterwards like he insisted followed by that very cliche movie scene where one of them develops a creme moustache and the other notices and dabs it off.

You want this moment to linger a little longer, but your whole family arrives in less than two hours and the decorations were due. If Jin doesn't have you in the next thirty minutes he might as well eat all the cupcakes your mom is baking as revenge.

“I had a great time”, Jimin states as he stops the car in front of your house, stealing the words from your mouth and warmth hugs your cheeks immediately.

“Me too. It's been long since we spent time with each other”

You hear a lone sigh with white fogs coming out of his plump lips while he does so, as if he were suddenly sad when you mentioned that.

“Are you okay?”

His grips tightens around the steering, “I've missed you”, he says, eyes meeting slowly. And as if he was suddenly pulled back to earth he conjures another sentence to not sound so vulnerable.

“I uh... It's just--”

“I've missed you too”

Even with the gear box painstakingly blocking the way, you throw your upper half towards his body anyways and you find him hugging you back. His hugs still feel the same from years back; safe and warm and filled with love.

If it wasn't for the constant reminder that your brother is probably plotting a murder against you, you would've stayed much longer in his embrace. Maybe the hug was a big straightforward for a bond still gradually blooming, but it didn't feel weird at all and when you pull back he is smiling down at you.

“I thought you two lovebirds flew off”, a very annoyed Jin states from above you. He is balancing himself on a chair to attach the mistletoe to the ceiling.

“Sorry hyung”, Jimin says. And somehow now you are getting super aware of the way your family is low key shipping you both. Not that it's an irritating thing of course though you seem to act like it. But you have no idea what's going on with Jimin, what if he said he missed you as your childhood friend? It's a lot difficult to segregate his priority of giving affection. He seems to be giving justice in terms of care for every living being he knows.

“The circus is on its way so I hope you both hurry with putting up everything together”, the voice above states, now lowering himself to ground after putting up the twig.

Three of you giggle at the mention of your family as a circus. Well in a way it definitely was. You have a bunch if uncles who crack awful jokes, a trait Jin himself as picked up from a tender age of ten. Then their wives and kids who share certainly the same braincells in comprehending things. You bet they'll ask you again about your major and your dating history once they walk in through that door amidst clearly stating everytime that you are a history major and yes still very single.

In the hallway there is a half decorated tree. A thread of fairly lights wrapped around the green and very few baubles hanging here and there.

“I'll put up the star and join you”, Jimin says, digging out a golden star from the carton. Though now he doesn't know why it was a good idea for him to announce that when both of you were almost the same height. He is just a few centimeters taller than you and the top of the fir is still very much way above your heads.

So with a chuckle you both figure Jin has to do it.

“This is your final year right?”, Jimin asks stepping closer to you. He seemed nervous about something. Or was it anxious?

“Yeah...you?”

“Yeah...”, his sweet tone was drawn almost like a whisper and you sense you should ask him further about what's wrong. But before you had to deal with a starter he continues,

“Are you planning to work in Chicago as well?”

“Sweetheart help me clean up the kitchen please”, your hear your mom's voice overpowering through the house. Which is good. Because you don't know what you are supposed to answer. It was as if he was almost hopeful that you'll choose your hometown all over again. But you aren't sure. So you take the opportunity to step away from the situation excusing yourself.

And while you are clearing the blobs of batter stuck on the counter, your mind is a haywire. What are you going to do? Though you know your whole family wants you to stay, it's still a foggy place to be in. Four years apart in another city as a college student has not provided much, except caffeine addiction and sleepless nights. Things were not even as fun as everyone told you.

A few steps away Jimin silently prays that you stay, because he had truly missed you. Even though you have outgrown from the eighteen year old shell as he had known, he finds himself actively choosing to be with you. Even when other things in life occupies his mind, there's an element of it which goes back to you.

“They are here!”. You groan silently, while your parents are throwing their hands in air, giggles and chatter fills in as your uncles and aunts and the taunting toddlers welcome themselves in.

“Y/n! You have grown so much!”, the older aunt comments, and you supply a manufactured smile to tag along. Other comments follow by soon, about how tired you are, gasps about not having a partner and future plans, all of which are not completely answerable at the moment but you manage to get through them all and finally excusing yourself back to the garage convincing there are more decor supplies in there.

Families are nice. They make festivals brighter and lives less lonely. But yours was just hard sometimes. Not that you completely loathed the people now fueling themselves off the cup cakes your mom bakes, you were just merely lost, still yet to come up with an answer to what your stance is after graduation.

“Hey...”. Jimin has joined you now which you notice feeling a warmth against your shoulder when he sits, with an extra scraf knowing the garage is still comparatively chilly than the house, “you okay?”.

“Yeah...I was just...thinking”

“Is this about earlier? I'm sorry if I made you anxious”, he quickly adds.

“No!...I mean yeah but, it's high time I find a ground with this. What are your plans?”

“I was thinking about teaching at Jefferson High”, he shifts rather uncomfortably. He is talking of the school in your town, your school, where you have lots of memories with Jimin, “You know...like we said during Junior year in high school?”

“I'm sorry Jimin”, you feel the guilt inside you growing, “I never kept my promises”.

“Hey...that's okay! Everyone changes. I just want you to be happy. I...I hope you are happy Y/n”, he reassures, taking your hand from your side and squeezing it between his soft palms.

“I don't know about that either...”

As much as you hated showcasing vulnerability to another person, you know Jimin is an exception. You had cried to him about everything during school days and he had never invalidated a single thing, even when you were visibly dramatic over a downpour during a family picnic when you were five.

Jimin is frozen on his seat as if he can't find the words. He was never good with words so instead he hugs you, a little longer than the last time till he is sure you have calmed down. Grateful for not ending up crying, you smile up at him and remind yourselves to get back inside to avoid suspicion, especially from the kids who take humiliating people as an important milestone to achieve.

When you enter back inside and get immediately surrounded by a million questions and chores thrown at you, you find your answer. Maybe your heart belongs back to everything your younger self had blabbered about. Not to mention, this fairly good reunion with your crush feels nice, though, he might still see it as platonic. Maybe he makes things less daunting.

By the way Jimin was owning everyone's heart in the house, it felt like he was family. Well in a way he is. But to put more clarity, he bought things together and his actions bought so much peace and love within everyone. Even the notorious twins listen carefully to him and help the uncles and aunts in the kitchen.

He is again by your side, two cupcakes rests on his palms and you take it with a silent ‘thanks’.

Seeing no signs of him beginning a talk now, you think of coming up with something. Maybe a memoir from today? Or about how absolutely handsome he looks right now? Wait.

“They are under the kissing twig!”, Aerum screams like the house caught in fire, her sibling joining by the side to provoke the habit even more.

“It's called a mistletoe Aerum”, your aunt corrects before pasting a smug across her lips.

Nothing changed. They are the same people. Hyping you and Jimin to kiss just like when you were thirteen. If the factor of time is removed, this is the exact night. Both of you cemented to the flooring as if you forgot to exist.

Both of your necks snap together to the mistletoe Jin had attached to the ceiling earlier. And when you lower your gaze back, face gawks at each other eye to eye. It's the same. He has that blush, the shyness from years ago. It's going to be platonic. Yet again. And this moment will only ever be romantic and flowery in your head.

June was the first to squeak, and Aerum shuts her eyes the moment Jimin is leaning his mouth towards your lips. It was difficult to relax under the stares of many, but when he ghosts his mouth over your again and leans in for a second kiss, you are fixated on him. Hands holding each other, the plump of his lips so soft it felt like you were biting into a fluff of cloud.

Maybe he'll have an explanation to your family for this. Not like anyone in the audience was disappointed. Your mother was almost in tears? And Jin looked hardly surprised with any of this. As if it was all swell according to his plans.

“You both are so cute”, one of the aunts awes and your mother is quick by her side, completely agreeing to it.

“Jimin...”, you return your gaze to the equally flustered man who just kissed you and he sounded almost breathless,

“I'm sorry if this was wrong it ju--”

“I like you”, you immediately snap in and his face is a void for an instant. Fully processing the words, his eyes disappear when he grins, “I like you too...a lot”.

“Are you two dating?”, the twins haven't dropped the case yet, running to your feet to help their curious brains.

“Yes...”, Jimin responds, looking up at you for a reassurance, which you quickly supply with a nod, “Yes we are dating”.

When the kids are satisfied they go away snickering to themselves.

“I decided to stay”, you say.

“Really!?”, his disbelief was comical, yet wholesome considering how much he wished for this, “I'm...I'm so happy!”.

Giggling at him, this time you lean forward and peck the corner of his lips.

“You lovebirds better get a room”, Jin announces and thankfully not loud enough to catch everyone else's attention.

Usually Jin expects a punch to his arms from his sister, but he sees how grateful you are for his mistletoe decor. He leaves the couple, satisfied that there won't be any more ranting about how much Jimin likes you.

Thank you so much for reading!! ♡♡

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sambergscott · 4 years ago

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notes from the palm springs commentary !! 🏝

i know not everyone has access to hulu and i know i'd be gutted if i couldn’t watch it too so bc i'm lucky enough to have an american friend who let me use her hulu account i thought i'd share the commentary with you all on here <3

- their first bit of commentary is “there’s a title” (cristin) and “there’s a goat” (andy)... 10/10 anaylsis thanks guys

- andy joked that they talked about waiting for an earthquake but decided they didn’t have the budget to wait that long (he said the glowing lights at the end were real tho 🙄)

- andy: “we’re gonna start off pretty racy” djfdjfkdjgh

- “for all those kids out there, the b99 fans, you probably don’t wanna watch this”.... but andy,, we absolutely Do

- andy was cristin’s least favourite person in the movie

- nyles spread eagle on the bed was in the script not an acting choice

- according to andy there were 700,000 bugs just hatched where they filmed the wedding scenes that they had to edit out in post (also it was suuuuuper cold and cristin was shivering)

- ANDY CALLED HIMSELF A BUTT UGLY WEIRDO. NO SIR. U ARE THE FURTHEST THING FROM THAT.

- the dance move when he clapped his hands over his head “lightly hurt his schlong”

- they had 20-30 options for orchid explosion by fournier, cristin pitched some too that she “does not remember!” (she said that very cute)

- they talk about how great june squibb is and how andy is impressed that she wasn’t complaining about the cold/shooting at 5am/the fact that they improved a lil bit. “she doesn’t not give a what”

- during the make out scene on the rock cristin goes “ohhh ~spicy~”

- they also had to have a snake wrangler come out before they shot that scene and he was like “uhh i think it’s good?”

- andy was excited about having to get shot by an arrow when he was reading the script (it was also the moment they realised this movie was zanier than first thought)

- the cave was the same place they shot the old batman movies

- they started working on palm springs on november 9th 2016…. hence the wedding date

- cristin said they did about 30 takes (at least) of her opening her eyes/sitting up.. basically the entire first half of the first day shooting she spent doing the same thing

- “i just think you’re the coolest cristin, way to go man!” “you too andy!”

- the beer is fictional and has a meaning behind it.. the tortoise is to do with a myth about the universe or smth

- andy wants someone to make the beer fr

- “so here is cristin in the desert pretending to be hot” “he means physically” “TEMPERATURE HOT… i have no opinions on her appearance”

- they wanted to skip past the set-up-y parts to avoid it being too groundhog day and add diff dynamics and comedic elements that come from that

- according to andy, nyles has been in the loop an “insanely long time” (cristin and andy like that you don’t know the exact number of years bc however many years it’s been nothing has changed for nyles)

- cristin’s fondest memories were spending days in that dusty ass car together (i too would like to be that girl in his car)

- “i like your hat” “of course you do” was improved by andy and jk

- andy said jk is a “national treash”

- andy loved shooting the montage w jk (and he thinks that montage + the scene at the end is why jk signed up to do ps)

- “i went full butt” - andy samberg, 2021

- HE HAS A STUNT DOUBLE CALLED SETH WHO HAS A SIGNIFICANTLY BETTER BUTT THAN HIM (but andy’s butt was funnier so they went with his)

- the very last shot of the movie was nyles getting the handjob in the car

- max or other andy i can’t remember who talked for a while about how talented our andy is. can’t wait for that oscar nom!!!!!

- if andy were in a time loop he’d try to catch up on shows for a few years (and then try and leave)

- cristin is horrified that he’d choose to watch all of MASH to get him through a time loop

- cristin LOVED filming all the deaths

- andy said that their dance scene in the denim jacket replaces every iconic dance scene ever like fame/dirty dancing/etc etc and he’s right

- he dropped her in that scene bc his arms are “weak and floppy like a baby calf”

- the tattoo moment was the only fully improved scene

- they REALLY wanted it in the movie

- cristin insisted on the hook hand and eye patch and they obliged and she said she kept the hook hand and put it on her mantle and andy was like “prove it prove it prove it prove it prooooooove it”

- she did Indeed prove it

- orange in the movie significies intimacy and that whole montage is coloured orange to show them falling in love

- they loved shooting the tent scene

- the first night they filmed it there was a sandstorm and rain and they had to hide under a tarp and they came back the next night and they were able to get looser with it bc it was the last day of shooting and they’d basically done the whole thing the night before

- the dinosaurs bit was a “symbolic moment between the characters - they are 2 people who don’t believe they can be loved so they’re feeling something impossible and therefore they should see something impossible”

- the wake-ups were like an acting exercise in a way bc each wake up was diff emotionally based on where they were in the loop

- nyles finally cares about something (her) for the first time in maybe hundreds of years and he immediately gets slapped down :(((

- “suck my dick officer bitch” was cristin’s ad lib!!! (if anyone makes a montage of her life’s work she would like it to either begin or end w suck my dick officer bitch, andy said why not both)

- “for some reason i rolled up one of my sleeves [after nyles woke up after their fight] and then we couldn’t get out of it so that was a lesson! it was a terrible choice”

- andy loves the overhead pool shot

- everytime andy watches the confrontation at the wedding he feels terrible for tala, we love an empathetic king

- re: roy’s arc andy talks about how important it is to relish what you’ve got and it was v v v v sweet

- everyone laughed so hard in the arrow/garbage bin scene

- apparently tyler’s shirtlessness in the shower was distracting for people in early tests and they had to tone it back w colour correction 💀

- cristin was like “did that happen when i had to take my shirt off?” and andy was like “uh huh yeah”

- the goat was on set for a couple of days + apparently cristin would talk to it in between takes 🥺🥺🥺 can she get any cuter

- max talked about how they lucky they were to get andy and cristin and how the movie wouldn’t have worked without them, they were so on the same wavelength and there was an early meeting where nobody else could get a word in bc they were talking so much

- nobody was in it for the paycheck, “it was for the love, and dare i say it, for the art” <3

- they took 3-4 nights to shoot the entire wedding, andy can Not stress enough how much they were rushing

- they haven’t busted out any bloopers yet bc they used pretty much every frame they could/reused them in different places

- cristin doesn’t want to know if nana knows bc the mystery of it is what makes the movie so great!

- andy said there’s no definitive answer to a lot of stuff bc a lot of the people working on the movie had diff opinions

- the french song w the slo mo bit of sarah in the bar was cristin’s choice

- andy is v confused why people think spuds is nyles’ dad,, he’s just tricking him into getting a ride and andy’s sorry to everyone who thought it was real

- cristin liked that the payoff at the end felt like payoff while still staying true to who nyles and sarah are and not just super romantic bc “it’s a romcom!” [andy said throwing his arms in the air]

- cloudbursting was andy’s idea from the very first meeting about the movie but we been knew

- andy: “here’s the ending! nobody knows what it means!”

- the family at the end was the producer’s family, they drove a very long way to do that 2 second scene lol

- andy and cristin were swaying to when the morning comes at the end 🥺

- andy clapped and shouted “WELL PRODUCED” when his/tli’s credit came up hahaha

#palm springs #andy samberg #cristin milioti #shoutout to caroline honestly #what an icon

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jamestrmtx · 4 years ago

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Twelve | Danger Mystery (Part 1 of 2)

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Today's the day, and though there's no going back now, one look at the last message your ex sent you makes you wish you could.

I'll 🐝 there in 30 ⌚, babe. 😘😘😘

💋💖🥺 Miss you. 🥺💖💋

The overuse of emojis topped off with him calling you ‘babe’ makes you regret so much as the thought of meeting him already.

It's hard to imagine a normal conversation with Jerry given how awfully long it's been since you last talked and how blatant you were being through texts, ignoring all the ones about the info he dug up on monsterkind and only answering his most recent message with a 'K'. You didn't want to hear his reasons behind his absence after how bad things were left between you, and even less did you want him to call you 'babe' in real life. Grateful as you are to have Toriel offer her home as the place for your meeting with him, you look forward to this as much as you do having to wake up at five in the morning every weekday. Her home is busy as a result of the upcoming visitor, with Papyrus trying to make himself look like the most sophisticated gentleman possible, Toriel fixing Frisk's hair into two short braids, Undyne freshening up after exercising all her own nervousness away, Alphys practicing her introductory speech, and Sans revising Frisk's homework.

Considering how much of a handful the last person has been, you decide to take that as an opportunity for you to bother him yourself -- not only as payback, but as a way to prepare yourself to confront Jerry soon.

You approach the couch he sits on and stand behind him, his sitting height and your standing one allowing you to grab a look at what he's doing with more detail. He's around halfway through correcting Frisk's Math homework, and their English speech is already set aside with a few marks and commentary on what they had left to work with. His revision stops when you hover a little closer, making him acknowledge your presence and set the notebook aside to turn around and meet with your eyes.

"How do I look?

That's the first question you ask him, a bit of confidence shining through with how your health's managed to improve a bit since your hospitalization. While you still have to use foundation to cover up your stress blemishes and you're far from being as fit as Jerry was, it's a huge difference from how you were at the start of it all. As a result, you smile, ready to hear someone else's view of you besides Frisk, Brenda, or yourself.

"'Fraid you're asking the wrong person, pal," he replies, gaze averting from yours.

"C'mon," you insist, sitting next to him on the couch. You then shift a bit closer to the skeleton and nudge his shoulder, pouting at him after that. "Please?," you add, facing him again. "You're… You're the only one I trust who won't sugarcoat how I look if you pointed out those 'love handles' I've got a while back."

He manages to keep his gaze and attention on the conversation, though you can see he tries to look elsewhere every so often, as if unable to stare at you for too long.

"So? I was just makin' a comparison between us, not callin' you out or anything."

"But you were still bold enough to say I had them."

You pull your hand back, noticing it's been kept on his shoulder for far too long. Then, you scoot away, growing aware of how close you are. "I don't want him to think I'm still hung up over him." You huff. "It's been almost six years now!"

"Are you still thinkin' about 'im, though?"

"Oh, hell no. He can go date whoever he wants."

Sans grabs the area where you'd touched him; the sight of that makes you worry if you'd involuntarily crossed a line with him. You're not sure how to ask if you've made him uncomfortable, so you back off and shift further away in your seat, setting your hands on your lap and staring down afterwards. "He was… nice enough to wait until I finished my second year of college for us to call our relationship off and for him to leave the picture, so I can't really blame him too much for what happened." You take in some air and look up again, maintaining your pride. "But that still doesn't mean I don't want to look my best. I've moved on, and I... I really want all that to show today."

Appearing convinced, Sans nods once and sits up straighter on the couch. Whatever made him wary of eye contact vanishes and allows him to judge you without any bias, irises scanning your face for a moment. He carries on to your attire, though it's a quicker observation in comparison and a hint of embarrassment can be seen in his body language, from how stiff his shoulders get to how his grin feels forced and bashful. "You look good. Not much different from your regular self, I'd say."

"Please, be honest with me here, Serif. I know I didn't exactly... look my best when we first met, y'know? It's fine."

"But I am being honest." Again, he averts his gaze from yours, posture staying rigid as he faces the table and stares at the open notebook. "You don't need to try and look like you've moved on, 'cause it already shows -- And even more now that you look healthier, too."

Unsure how to approach his comment, you grab your knees and clench your hands around them, sighing after. "If you really think so, then I..." You breathe in, chest feeling tighter than the belt around your waist. "Thank you."

You stand up and fix your clothes for what has to be the twentieth time today. Your heart's racing just as much as your thoughts. Honest to goodness, you were nervous over meeting Jerry again, and not because of butterflies or lingering feelings, but for how much had happened since he last visited. At the thought of him meeting the monsters and learning all about the near two months Frisk was absent from your side, your worries heighten and anxiety eats right through your confidence.

Nervous, you gulp and look back to the couch again, offering the one still sitting there a smile. "Could you... follow me outside, please?" You wring your hands, clasping them as a subtle plead shows on your face. "I could really use your company right now."

Sans laughs at that, nodding again as he stands up, dusts off, and joins your side, winking when he looks up at you. "Thought you'd never ask, (Y/N)."

You still can't help feeling strange at the sound of him saying your name.

While you're fully aware it was nothing out of the ordinary and that he was now in closer enough terms with you to call you that instead of 'pal' or (L/N), there remains a sudden flip in your stomach whenever he says it. Whether it was due to how wary you've become around him or how incessant he was with his flirting, it's still impossible for you to acknowledge that and get over those feelings. No way were you wasting any of your time and energy thinking about that stuff, anyway.

• • •

The temperature changes as you both step outside.

In contrast to the warmth and coziness of Toriel's home, you're greeted by cold and unrelenting winds, along with the colder, occasional water droplets falling on your face. The hint of a downpour coming soon makes you dwell on your past visit here and how you were obliged to stay the night back then. You wonder if the same ending will apply for today, or if you would have to cut your reunion short as a consequence.

"Guessin' those months without the kid around were pretty draining, huh? You look way happier compared to when we first met." Sans breaks the ice, though his hands are kept in his pockets to shield himself from both the cold and any awkward body language. "When I think about it, it's… It's kinda hard to believe it's already been just as long since we left the Underground -- And that it's gonna be Frisk's birthday soon, too."

You face down at him, smiling when you meet with his gaze. "Has it felt like less or longer to you?"

"A weird mix between the two, actually."

You look away from each other at the sound of an engine rumbling from nearby. A familiar, red colour flashes before your eyes; the Ferrawrxd that parks at the sidewalk brings back memories, ones you try to push down. "Tori was already plannin' out somethin' for 'em by that time," the skeleton says, distracting you from the view. "Has she talked about it with you?"

"Not yet," you reply, facing your shoes. "But I wanted to ask her if she'd like to help out -- It's the least I can do with how much she cares for Frisk."

Despite your best efforts not to, you tense up at the sound of a person stepping down and a car door being shut and locked.

Now that you're actually about to confront your ex, it's hard for you to keep your confidence and face up at that sight. "You should do it, then." Again, Sans's voice helps melt your worries down. "I'm sure she'll be more than happy to join you in that -- And pretty much the rest of Frisk's friends, too." You can feel his gaze on you, though you don't look at him, still too anxious to move your eyes away from the floor. "And I'd be more than happy to help also, so just say the word if you need me."

The earthy scent of roses catches you off guard and makes you look up to see a large, white-and-red bouquet being offered out to you, ex-husband standing behind them. "How's it going, babe?" he asks, a smile present on his face. "I missed you."

You back up against the door to Toriel's home and face the man in front of you with careful eyes. Your breathing hitches with how different a greeting that is from your expectations; the sight of him having no companion around and the use of 'babe' makes it obvious as to what the bouquet means. It's even more than evident with the lull in his tone and the soft look in his eyes, though you don't want to acknowledge that. To counter, you step closer to the skeleton's side and look at your ex right in the eye, a firm look remaining in yours.

"I'm doing alright," you reply, stoic. You then take the flowers from him, paying little attention to them and ignoring his other comment. "This is Sans. Though I'm sure you've heard about him already," you add, gesturing with a hand over to him. Pretending you hadn't seen Jerry at the restaurant back at the very beginning of it all is the best you can do for now with how hard it is to lie about it. "He's one of Frisk's friends from the Underground."

The pair exchange a look, one you can only remain curious over when you remind yourself over the purpose for Jerry's visit. You glare sharply at him, wanting to stand your ground. "Why return after a whole year of not coming around to see your child?" Finally, you cross your arms tight and let your displeasure known through a grimace. "Frisk was gone for almost two whole months, and yet you never worried to ask if I needed help with that or not!"

You take a step forward, anger bubbling the more you let those words dawn upon you. "You came to visit us only after the hardest stage was over. The one where I needed you the most!" You hold yourself back, against letting your voice turn any louder or making a scene of any sort.

"Well, I..." he counters, gaze narrowing and frown showing. "I waited two whole years for you to start out college before ending our relationship, and I'm still paying child support to this day."

"And I had to divide time between taking care of a two year-old with work and college!" You huff out, trying to contain yourself. "This isn't a competition, Jerry. It never was." A sharp bite to the inside of your lip is what's necessary for you to keep yourself from exploding any further than you have already, against showing any more weakness in front of him. "I don't care if you decided to leave, I only wanted you to at least pretend you cared for Frisk. Not just show up and visit once a year like freakin' Santa Claus!"

He glares back at you, keeping it that way when he looks down at Sans, his height not only towering over the monster, but you, as well. "At least I'm not dating a Halloween decoration seven years after my divorce!"

Wham!

You shove the bouquet right at his chest.

Your nostrils flare and your hands ball up tight as you stare him down, frown changing for a deep and unwavering scowl. "Don't talk to him like that!" You pause and take another step forward, enough for him to do the opposite. "Don't call me babe, and don't give me flowers if you're just gonna assume I'm dating someone else! I'm through with you, Jerry, and it's been that way since six damn years ago."

Jerry's eyes lower back to the skeleton, who takes his hands out of his pockets and straightens up. He faces your ex, looking amused. "So this is the one you told me you liked, man?" he asks, brushing you aside to make way towards Sans. "Is this really the (chick/dude) you told me you were into? I thought we were bros!"

"Wait, what?"

Those are the only words you can say out loud as you watch the two confront each other, tension thick in the air. Jerry takes in all of it, while the monster keeps his cool, shrugging at his bro. "Sorry to lay it down like this, but yeah," he says, snickering. "They're who I'm into." He spares a quick glance at you, winking to further fuel your ex's anger. "I gotta admit, it's a bit awkward. Though I really dunno why you're so worked up over this if you had your time all those years ago. Ain't my fault you two broke up."

"They're my ex-spouse, bro!"

"Yeah -- I'm well-aware of that, pal."

You back away from the door when it opens, revealing a frowning Toriel behind it.

"Is everything alright out there, you two? Someone sounds angry." When she catches sight of Jerry, her eyes brighten and a smile overcomes her. "I see our new guest is here! Come along now. I cannot wait to meet Frisk's other parent!"

"Inna second, Tori," Sans says, grinning up at your ex. "Just havin' a talk with 'im first."

The goat lady nods, and a knowing look's exchanged between them two; she then closes the door after that, leaving you be.

Overwhelmed and in need of some painkillers for a future headache, you take a step back meanwhile, not quite in favour of getting caught up between your ex and a monster with a seemingly one-sided crush on you.

"What more could there be to talk about?" Jerry asks, scowling. "If I'd known it was (Y/N) you'd been talking about this whole time, I would've never told you to try giving it a shot!"

He storms off inside the house and closes the door shut, leaving you alone with the skeleton, who soon beckons you over with his irises, a look of caution visible in them.

"You okay, pal?" he asks, hands going back in his pockets. "Sorry I got ya mixed up in all this. I know you don't want any drama, but I really didn't think he'd figure me out like this."

You stand by the door and lean against the wall while you consider his words.

It doesn't take too long for a smile to show up on your face. You sigh, choosing to believe him for now. "It's alright," you say, dismissing his words. "The look you gave each other before this kind of... showed that." You pause, curiosity intervening. "How did you guys become friends, anyway? Didn't he pretty much hate your guts a while back?"

"Met 'im again while workin' at a hot dog stand, so we've been able to talk some more since then." Sans joins your side, similar to the day at Waterfall, but with an easier atmosphere present between you. "He came over to grab a bite, we found some stuff in common, and then we kinda just became friends from there on -- Surprisingly." He hums, a faint chuckle interrupting it. "We started talkin' about our love lives two weeks into gettin' to know each other. And about a month after you confronted me over at that restaurant." His hands leave his pockets, these placing themselves behind his skull as he further reclines against the wall. "I told 'im I'd met someone I was interested in, but when he asked for specifics, I said they weren't really into me. Told 'im they were a single parent, and that maybe that had somethin' to do with them not fallin' easily enough for my flirtin'."

He stops, though you still want to hear more. You nod at him, hope over him carrying on remaining. "Is... Is that all?"

"You'll get mad at me if I keep tellin' you what I told 'im about you."

"I can't promise I won't, but I'll try not to."

The monster takes in a breath, and his relaxed state is then replaced by a subtle mousiness he tries to cover up, mainly by remaining calm and casual.

"I told him your stubbornness and integrity were kinda just... hot, and that I had a thing for not only your looks, but just you, in general -- As a person, I mean."

"Do you still feel that way about me?"

You don't know what makes you blurt that question out, but it's far too late for you to dwell over it now of all times.

"Of course I do," Sans says, rubbing the back of his neck. "I told Jerry 'bout that last part just a few days ago." He stops again, breathing in deep once more. "I was, well, only doing it for fun back when it started. But now... Now I really mean it when I flirt with you, (Y/N)."

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gstqaobc · 4 years ago

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FROM THE MONARCHIST LEAGUE OF CANADA

As this Ecomm went to publication, we received word of the death, at the great age of 96, of Bill Silver, a significant benefactor of the League from its early days, and for many years a pillar of our Ottawa Branch. We wished to remember him here: his ebullient spirit, fierce loyalty spoken gently, innate modesty and kindness. Indeed Chaucer might have had forethought of Bill in describing one of his characters as a “very parfitt gentle knight.” May his ardent spirit rest in peace, and his memory be a blessing and example to us all. LEAGUE ISSUES NEW FLYER: THE CASE FOR THE CROWN The League thought it timely and useful to issue, offer in its advertising and distribute as widely as possible - both via the website and in printed form - a new flyer which will give you, our members, ammunition to argue logically the case for the Crown in conversation with others, and, we hope, to distribute strategically. One never knows when such an item, left on a waiting room table at the doctor or dentist’s office, affixed to a supermarket or other community bulletin board, put through neighbours’ mail slots - the possibilities are many - will do good work for our cause. We hope you will both enjoy and profit from this item, and that many thousands will be distributed across the country. See item one in the WHAT CAN I DO FOR THE CANADIAN CROWN? section of this Ecomm, below, to read online and request printed copies. And special thanks to our wonderful team of no less than seven translators, all francophones from La Belle Province, who so kindly volunteered to make the French version one that is accurate in expression and eloquent in its prose. WHAT CAN I DO FOR THE CANADIAN CROWN? Some suggestions for member activity during these times. We invite members to send additional ideas by return of email. 1. How about asking the League to send you several print copies of our new flyer: THE CASE FOR THE CROWN, or print them on your home computer: https://www.monarchist.ca/index.php/publications and give them to others who may be unaware or sceptical of the importance of Canada’s constitutional monarchy, or even hostile to it. School teachers could be encouraged to read the League’s educational booklets, also available both online and in print at the same URL, or even to request a class set. 2. When you read an editorial, opinion column or letter to the editor in a newspaper, or a tweet or Facebook post, critical of the Crown, don’t get mad - get even! In other words, use a temperate tone and logical argument to refute the writer’s attack. Keep it brief: focus on the obvious flaws in reasoning, mis-statements of fact or name-calling substituting for logic. Same goes for radio talk shows. In the long run, on all media, whatever the provocation, whatever the momentary satisfaction of ”giving them a piece of my mind” - an old adage remains true: “You catch more flies with honey.” 3. Write your elected representative at the federal level to re-state briefly the reasons you support constitutional monarchy as our system of government, and asking the MP whether not your view is shared. 4. Once pandemic restrictions ease, try to make sure that Royal events - such as the upcoming 95th birthday of our Queen, 10th Wedding Anniversary of William and Catherine or 100th birthday of Prince Philip are celebrated both in your home but also among your wider family, your friends, your colleagues at the office, your place of worship/faith community or service club. The League generally sends you some ideas to mark these celebrations. Remember, as they are incorporated into family life and public life, the Crown becomes further embedded in the heart of the nation, and truly represents The Queen’s wish that it ”reflects all that is best and most admired in the Canadian ideal.” This is especially true when you go out of your way to include in your observance the newest members of our Canadian family, who generally are eager to participate in the traditions of their new homeland, and in turn to share their own traditions with the wider community. 5. Always use a Queen stamp when you write a letter or pay a bill by mail. 6. At events of ceremony, whether a Council meeting, a graduation, a civic celebration - whatever - make sure that the Royal Anthem is sung as well as the National Anthem. To the extent you can, discourage event organizers from having a soloist “perform” them. Far more pride and learning develop from the untrained voices of loyal folk singing together. In that way, the Anthems are sung “with heart and voice” and not merely listened to. A FINAL IDEA: AN ACT OF LOVING SUPPORT & THANKS Apart from the above, we think it would be enormously comforting and supportive for every one of us to write a kind letter to The Queen, expressing your thoughts at a difficult time: her beloved husband ailing, a grand-child chiding other family members via sensational television, the drumbeat of the tabloids and the restrictions on her busy life caused by the pandemic. A selection of letters, especially those from Commonwealth Realms, are indeed seen by The Queen - and their number and tone are summarized to Her Majesty. The address is - Her Majesty The Queen, Buckingham Palace, London SW1A 1AA, UK Theoretically you don’t need postage to write the Sovereign; in practice, it is safer to affix the international airmail stamp available from your local Canada Post outlet. AN INTERESTING OPINION PIECE FROM TODAY’S DAILY TELEGRAPHWe thought you might be interested to see the following strongly-worded opinion piece, reflecting a good deal of the tone of recent British public opinion, rather different from much of the Canadian and US commentary. Meghan’s fake interview has real-world effects The Sussexes’ claims have undermined the monarchy and done lasting damage to the Commonwealth by Tim Stanley, March 15, 2021 Two headlines appeared on the BBC News website on the same day. At the top: “Harry and Meghan rattle monarchy’s gilded cage”. At the bottom: “The kidnapped woman who defied Boko Haram”. Well, that puts the Sussexes' problems in perspective, doesn’t it? Yet across Africa, one reads, the Duchess’s story has revived memories of colonial racism, tarnishing the UK’s reputation, and has even lent weight to the campaign in some countries to drop the Queen as head of state. The only nation that seems to think a lot of nonsense was spoken is Britain. In the wake of an interview that Joe Biden’s administration called courageous, British popular opinion of Harry and Meghan fell to an all-time low, and the American format had a lot to do with it. Oprah Winfrey is not our idea of an interviewer. She flattered, fawned and displayed utter credulity. Imagine if it had been her, not Emily Maitlis, who interviewed Prince Andrew over the Jeffrey Epstein allegations. “You were in a Pizza Express that day? Oh my God, you MUST be innocent! Tell me, in all honesty, though...did you have the dough balls?” This wasn’t an interview, it was a commercial for a brand called Sussex, a pair of eco-friendly aristo-dolls that, if you pull the string, tell their truth – which isn’t the truth, because no one can entirely know that, but truth as they perceive it. “Life is about storytelling,” explained Meghan, “about the stories we tell ourselves, the stories we’re told, what we buy into.” Meghan is a postmodernist. Just as Jean Baudrillard said the Gulf War never happened, but was choreographed by the US media, so the Royal narrative she was forced to live was fake, her public happiness was fake and, following that logic, this interview might involve an element of performance, too. People have challenged her claims, alleging contradictions and improbabilities, but one of the malign effects of wokeness is that you have got to be very careful about pointing this out. Why? Because wokery insists on treating a subjective view as objective truth, or even as superior, because it’s based upon “lived experience”. To contradict that personal perspective is perceived as cruel, elitist and, in Meghan’s case, potentially racist, so it’s best to wait a few weeks to a year before applying a fact check. In the meantime, affect sympathy. People would rather you lied to their face than tell them what they don’t want to hear. The result is profoundly dishonest, for I have never known an event over which there is such a gulf between the official reception, as endorsed by the media and politics, and the reaction of average citizens, who are wisely keeping it to themselves. Into that vacuum of silence steps not the voice of reason but bullies and showmen – like Piers Morgan, who said some brash stuff about Meghan’s honesty and, after an unseemly row on Good Morning Britain, felt obliged to resign from his job. “If you’d like to show your support for me,” he wrote afterwards, “please order a copy of my book.” Dear Lord, was this row fake, too? I can no longer be sure, though I despised Good Morning Britain before and still do: it embodies the cynical confusion of emotion and fact, a show made for clicks, where even the weatherman has an opinion. So what is real in 2021? The Commonwealth, which does a lot of good in a divided world. The monarchy, which has been at its best during the pandemic, doing the boring stuff of cutting ribbons and thanking workers that, one suspects, Meghan never grew into (can you imagine her opening a supermarket in Beccles?). It contains flawed people, but that only adds to its realness, and they can adapt faster than you might think. Prince William got the ball rolling by telling reporters, who he is trained to ignore, that his family is not racist. His wife paid her respects to the murder victim Sarah Everard, demonstrating that she is neither cold nor silenced. I’d wager Kate does her duty, day after day, no complaint, not because she is “trapped”, as Harry uncharitably put it, but because she loves her family and believes in public service. Meghan and Harry have indeed prompted the Royal family to change: not in order to endorse their criticisms, however, but to answer them.

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bladekindeyewear · 4 years ago

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HS^2 bloggin’ mainline 2020-08-23

More homestuuuuuck

I’m a little tired today so I don’t expect much intelligent analysis out of myself, but if anything classpecty happens I doubt I’ll be able to help myself regardless.

oh, always

(EDITS: added note on horn colors, link to ask on potential Blood powers reference)

> CHAPTER 12. Really Convoluted Metaphorical Horseshit

cuuute

In the bowels of a different ship, at a moment in time that is not pinpointable in either direction from the previous interaction, another Dave raps quietly to himself.

another dave raps quietly to himself. i am glad that phrase exists it brings me joy

(LATER EDIT: A friend on Discord pointed out that throughout this entire update, Karkat's horns are #FF0000 red. They were normal candy-corn colors in previous glimpses at the ship crew, though they used a dark single-color shortcut typical of old Homestuck at one point... but THIS time it stays STARK red even when we zoom in close later. Is this just artistic liberty? Did Karkat color his horns for fashion? Does this happen to red-bloods like the Sufferer after a certain age? Just how much time has actually passed, here? We might have to wait for the commentary for this one.)

KARKAT: I WAS SAYING I THOUGHT WE MIGHT GO, I DUNNO, ANYWHERE ELSE ON THE ENTIRE SHIP WHILE THE CLOTHES WERE WASHING. KARKAT: SEEING AS THIS DECREPIT MACHINE WE WERE SO BLESSEDLY PROVIDED WITH MAKES A WHIRRING SOUND SO PANCHAFINGLY ARHYTHMIC THAT IT THREATENS TO ERADICATE THE ENTIRE CONCEPT OF TEMPO FROM THE UNIVERSE.

Karkat really has chilled out hasnt he? like this is surprisingly level for him, and that fact is hilarious.

KARKAT: AND YET SOMEHOW BASICALLY ALL THAT HAS HAPPENED SINCE WE STARTED THE LOAD IS THAT YOU’VE BEEN USING IT AS A FUCKED UP BEAT TO WHISPER TO YOURSELF ABOUT FLOWERS TO.

oh gosh that’s why he’s rapping

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DAVE: kanaya was telling me this kids story the other day about this dude who didnt cherish a flower enough until it peaced out to do flower stuff idk its not pertinent to the story DAVE: except the flower was a person DAVE: because it was a metaphor

Oh right, coming back to the Little Prince stuff I was too lazy to metaphor-deep-dive into, and literally asking the same questions we were asking about who the Little Prince’s story applies to mapped here if anyone at all, like Dirk and such, or what biases were in the retelling of it and the way Kanaya phrased it. So now we’re practically mocking it by deep diving it here, hence the last page’s “DAVE: i was just thinking through some really convoluted metaphorical horseshit”, which means we’re both about to further explore AND shit all over the existence of this story metaphor until it doesn’t mean anything and most of the meaning we drew from it earlier is made a joke~

well, not “we”, cause I was too lazy, so... y’all

DAVE: anyway what goes down in the story is that once the flower lady is out of the picture DAVE: the main character goes around making all these connections between her and everything else in the universe until every damn thing feels like a symbol for how much he fucked up and how much he will never see her again KARKAT: THIS SEEMS PRETTY FUCKING INTENSE FOR A KID'S STORY DAVE: yea thats pretty much what i said

Oh holy shit. That’s yet another way to put it. Are we doing a whole moral takedown of the Light aspect today? cause it sounds like we’re taking a dump on the Light aspect and RoboRose getting too obsessed and immersed in it, which would be excellent

DAVE: but i guess its not so much what the story was technically textually about but more like the version of it kanaya internalized and then told me when we were talkin about how she misses rose

exactly

DAVE: so like now im taking the story she told me she was projecting her feelings onto and projecting my feelings on top of that

yes absolutely, you just rephrased it a different way with that exact same bias

DAVE: this is just one big game of emotional projection telephone so feel free to go paraphrase it to roxy later and make it about whatever fuckin thing youre currently missing

perfect. i need an emoji for that Italian thing for when you pinch your thumb and forefinger together and kiss it

ah this’ll do:

its like the expression “choice” but in nonverbal form

[...] whatever fuckin thing youre currently missing KARKAT: YOUR ABILITY TO GET TO THE POINT DAVE: gotem DAVE: anyway you’re not gonna have to miss that skill of mine for long DAVE: get ready for this shit because i am about to slap you with the point so hard youll fall ass first into the washer DAVE: just scrambling around in there getting all sudsy DAVE: but your brain is gonna be so blasted from the mindfreak of a point im about to make that there wont be anything left to clean

Anytime dave is told to get to the point he is contractually obligated to spend at least 20 seconds talking about how he’ll get to the point in a way that is not getting to the point

DAVE: so its genuinely cool that kanaya can go around creating meaning that may or may not be actually present in every little thing DAVE: connecting every feeling she has to the idea of her wife existing out there DAVE: so i told her she should keep that shit up DAVE: but im having the opposite issue where im struggling to find anything to be that kind of tether because every single thing i could possibly consider about what it is were doing just reminds me of yet another thing to be afraid about

Great examples of Light being good and bad! Attaching strands of connective meaning to everything. --though, in Dave’s case AND Kanaya’s case you could argue it’s both bad in terms of effects. That it’s great for Kanaya to care, but that she should be able to divest herself and live on her own terms without idealizing Rose literally everywhere she looks, personal growth which would be useful in helping bring Rose back to her in the first place. The struggle they’re looking forward to is largely philosophical, not just physical, and until Rosebot acknowledges that she was wrong it’s not over.

DAVE: everything fuckin sucks huge cosmic donkey sack and im terrified KARKAT: OK, SO I FEEL LIKE YOU SKIPPED A COUPLE NECESSARY STEPS IN YOUR POINT CLARIFICATION PROCESS.

Pretty sure Dave was on the same page as most Epilogue and start-of-HS2 readers. This situation is pretty bleak to dump our heroes into, no matter how much we believe will be resolved in the long run.

DAVE: ok but were you going with sweet or savory please give me that much at least KARKAT: YEAH IT WAS GOING TO BE SUNDAE-BASED. DAVE: nice KARKAT: YEAH. KARKAT: DO YOU WANNA WATCH MORE GBBO AFTER THIS? DAVE: absolutely

--ah, Great British Bake-Off, can’t say I’ve indulged

do they still have that?? did they save it from old Earth? or did they go where unflooded Britain used to be and say hey, new show reboot

KARKAT: GREAT. ANYWAY, LIKE I WAS SAYING, FOR THE LOVE OF SWEET HUMAN CHRIST, PLEASE BACK UP TO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU’RE ACTUALLY SCARED OF. KARKAT: ALSO COME HERE, IDIOT.

That last line is like, exactly as fucking sweet and awesome as we imagined their relationship to be. :)

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OH MY GOD THAT’S ADORABLE

DAVE: ok yeah this is a better position to unleash all my inner fears n anxieties from

indisputably.

DAVE: those times its like my mouth was saying words about the situation wherein our friends are AWOL and maybe dead but my brain wasnt fully letting me experience the emotion that goes along with them DAVE: man its like i cant even start genuinely thinking about how afraid i actually am for rose and john without my brain flippin its wad and whiting out DAVE: like haha fuck i hope theyre ok DAVE: now i better make a fuckin joke before i succumb to the gaping mouth of despair waiting for me to fall in it as soon as i look down and acknowledge that its there ogling how juicy my ass looks as it trembles with terror

I really hope that the writers of HS2 know full well that this feeling? the one Dave is describing here? is what many of us who got way overinvested in the well-being of Homestuck’s surviving characters felt reading the Epilogues and Homestuck^2. So I really hope they’re working through it in a way that will result in a preponderance of GOOD THINGS happening and hope-filled situations. Cause that “can’t even think about X” feeling is too familiar, and if they understand it as well as it LOOKS like they’re getting to, I’d really like them to give us a helping hand healing.

I think that’s what they’re going for? Seems hopeful for me to think so, but they HAVE been doing better as HS2 has been going forward, from an emotional standpoint anyway; definitely better than the Epilogues. And I’ve worked through some of that stuff with the help of that, because it’s MUCH easier nowadays to think about Homestuck without my gut clenching.

DAVE: i guess im just fucked up about how to worry about dirk and be angry at him at the same time DAVE: because if i get as unholy pissed at him as i sometimes wanna be i also gotta admit to myself that maybe i coulda done something different there

Mhmm, Karkat’s potentially a pretty good person to speak with here since he’s done so much work trying not to feel responsible for everything that’s ever gone wrong.

DAVE: also like DAVE: and this by the way adds a whole other layer of guilt on there that i dont really know how to fuckin reckon with but DAVE: even with all the shit hes pulled and the fact that we are more or less heading toward having to take him down DAVE: whatever that is gonna mean and whether or not he planned it like that DAVE: i just DAVE: me and him had come so far with each other and it was really cool for a while to have him and i DAVE: ugh DAVE: i dont WANT to hate him

Yeah, Dirk and Jane’s heel-turns were really shitty for anyone who was a fan of them in the fanbase, as well.

KARKAT: WELL THEN QUIT FUCKING PICKING AT THE SEAM ON MY SHORTS AND SPIT IT OUT. THEY'RE BARELY HANGING ON TO THE DEFINITION OF "SHORTS" AS IT IS.

That is an adorably real boyfriend-laying-in-boyfriend’s-lap thing to do

DAVE: the part i mentioned before about how we really have no goddamn clue how long this trip is even gonna take DAVE: i cant help but feel like its barely getting revved up DAVE: and for me and roxy and jade and callie and kan thats normal shit at best and boring at worst but we all have our immortality to thank for that DAVE: we can just dick around in space for near-eternity waiting to catch up to our friends who may or may not be our enemies now and itll be fine DAVE: i mean no itll be categorically miserable DAVE: but well survive it KARKAT: HOLD THE FUCK ON. DAVE: but you KARKAT: DAVE. DAVE: no lemme say this

Oh god damnit. Karkat’s limited lifespan. As if we hadn’t ALREADY covered a nauseatingly extensive gamut of disheartening topics of conversation. We really have to confront every shred of misery in their past, present and future one after the other after the other in the Epilogues and HS2, don’t we? >:(

I guess it had to be discussed, though.

DAVE: we dont talk about it much and i got shit to say about it DAVE: its not like i never thought about how youre mortal before but i just thought wed be able to figure it out before it mattered DAVE: come up with some kind of plan DAVE: i was just distracted being happy with you i fucking guess and so i didnt think up a way to fix it DAVE: and now thanks to dirk we have to work it out right the fuck now DAVE: because i cant spend this trip just sitting around watching you get old and die

Jesus. I mean, WE know(?) that it’s not gonna be THAT many years, but THEY don’t know that.

Unless it really IS going to be that many years and HS2 is going to shamelessly take a fucking sledgehammer to our feelings for no goddamn good reason. Which it won’t! Right??? >:T

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Dishwasher ding

> Dave: Grapple with the clean, soggy consequences of the passage of time.

Hey, don’t make it a metaphor here. --though, fuck. I suppose we are dealing with everyones dirty laundry. God damnit. SURE, deal with it all story but then GET IT OUT OF THE WAY AND PUT SOME SERIOUS FUN AND LAUGHS IN HERE so we don’t feel like we’re wading through an entire garbage dump!!! *click*

Karkat’s eyebrows-only mouthless frown is really cute.

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okay Karkat explain the nope you’re lodging

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*put*

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*foot*

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DAVE: ok go on

I mean I at least appreciate the time investment in adorable boyfriends. That’s definitely something of SOME good value they’re giving us in exchange for this misery

> ==>

That Karkat image makes me wanna do that red-shaky-gif-thing with it

KARKAT: IT'S NOT LIKE I'M NEW TO THE PARTICULAR MOOBEAST WRANGLING EVENT OF SOMEONE I PREVIOUSLY LOVED BRUTALLY TURNING ON ME AND LEAVING ME TO TRY AND CRAM MY FEELINGS ABOUT THE SITUATION BACK TOGETHER ALL ON MY OWN.

True

KARKAT: HE DID THAT ON HIS OWN. AND WE MADE THE CHOICE TO GO AFTER HIM ON OUR OWN.

Yes, and you’ll possibly convince him more of that over time, though not in this short conversation

KARKAT: I WAS FOLLOWING YOUR LITTLE TRAIL OF COOKIE CRUMB FEARS UNTIL IT LEAD TO THE BIG SNACK FINALE OF WORRY ABOUT MY FRAGILE MORTAL MEATSACK. KARKAT: IF I HAVE SOMEHOW NOT BEEN CLEAR ABOUT THIS WITH YOU YET, LET ME GO AHEAD AND RECTIFY THE SITUATION RIGHT THE FUCK NOW. KARKAT: HANGING OUT WITH YOU ON THIS LONG TRIP TO WHO THE SHITTING FUCK KNOWS WHERE IS QUITE LITERALLY THE HAPPIEST I HAVE EVER BEEN IN MY ENTIRE MEAGER EXISTENCE. KARKAT: I'M SO ABSOLUTELY BLISSED THE FUCK OUT OF MY MIND TO BE ABLE TO LOOK AT YOUR STUPID IMMORTALLY SMOOTH HUMAN FACE SKIN EVERY DAY AND NOT HAVE A COMPLEX ABOUT IT.

D’AWWW

And with that darkly angry expression too, that’s PERFECT

I mean it’s true. What exactly would they be doing DIFFERENTLY on Earth C other than enjoying each other like this? It’s pretty fucking great.

...hm. Isn’t this journey-not-the-destination stuff pretty Breathy? Karkat’s proving more balanced by the moment.

KARKAT: AND I'LL BE STRAIGHT WITH YOU. IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVEN'T BEEN EXPERIENCING SOME COMPLICATED GUILT, MYSELF. KARKAT: THE FACT THAT I'M HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE JUST FUCKING CHILLAXING AND BEING IN LOVE IN SPACE IS A CLEARLY INCONGRUOUS WITH THE REASON I'M ACTUALLY HERE CHILLAXING TO BEGIN WITH, AND I'M NOT LETTING MYSELF FORGET THAT, EITHER.

Pff. He feels guilty for ENJOYING IT so much. <3

KARKAT: BUT I RESENT THE IMPLICATION THAT MY HAPPINESS IS REGISTERING FOR YOU AS YOU HAVING TO JUST "SIT AROUND AND WATCH ME GET OLD," BECAUSE I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S MORE THAN THAT.

I’m glad Karkat knows that DAVE knows somewhere in him that it’s more than that, because yeah, if Karkat thought he DIDN’T know that at some level that’d be a reason to take MUCH MORE SERIOUS offense.

KARKAT: LIKE, JESUS, DAVE. YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID FOR YOU, TOO, RIGHT? KARKAT: OR DID YOU FORGET THE WHOLE HEROIC DEATH THING? KARKAT: I WORRY ABOUT LOSING YOU FAIRLY FUCKING REGULARLY.

Hah!!! Point taken. Karkat must view Dave as practically more fragile than HIM.

KARKAT: ONE: WE'VE BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH HELLACIOUS PANWARPING TRAUMA THAT I REFUSE TO NOT ENJOY THIS SHIT WHEN I FINALLY FUCKING GET IT, NO MATTER HOW LONG IT MAY OR MAY NOT LAST. KARKAT: TWO: IT'S NOT LIKE WE'RE DOING NOTHING. WE’RE MOVING. WE’RE WORKING. WE’RE HEADED SPECIFICALLY TO A PLACE WHERE WE WILL UNDOUBTLEDLY ENDURE YET MORE FUCKING HELLACIOUS PANWARPING TRAUMA. KARKAT: AND THREE: WE'RE DOING THAT BECAUSE WE HAVE FRIENDS WHO WE CARE ABOUT THAT NEED US. THAT IS OUR FOCUS, HERE. NOT OUR FEAR. IT'S ABOUT THE PEOPLE WE HAVE TO SAVE. KARKAT: SO DON'T FUCKING WORRY ABOUT ME, DAVE. I'M FINE.

Okay, this is great and wholesome. I am now retroactively GLAD that this topic got brought up. :)

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Dave is still afraid. There is a part of him that will always be, he thinks. He has accepted this about himself. There is another feeling coursing through him too, though. It’s something he's felt before, though never quite so intensely. He looks up at Karkat and understands, viscerally, the simple power his words have. They pump through Dave’s own body, alive and warm and true.

He wonders if Karkat realizes it, or if he’s just, as always, saying what he feels as he feels it. Dave doesn’t attempt to dissect it further. There will be time for that later.

Every really loving moment like this is sort of undercut by the fact that it’s also, in some senses, part of alt!Calliope’s narration and, by extension, her fanfiction.

EDIT 2: There's also either a hint to potential Blood powers or even an explicit Blood power use here that I didn't recognize. I'm leaning towards it's-laying-the-groundwork-for-future-use-of-Blood-powers-but-isnt-magical-in-this-case.

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Smooooch!

That was nice. Still gonna wait on doing any commentary til next time or a Bonus update or two, cause I’m beat. See y’all next time!

#Homestuck #hs2 #Homestuck Liveblog #upd8 #Homestuck^2 #spoiler #spoilers #Breath and Blood #Light and Void

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Inexperienced - Duncan Shepherd x Fem! Reader! (Final Part)

Summary: After months of dating, Y/N and Duncan confess their deeper feelings for each other.

Warnings: Virgin! reader, sMuT, foreplay (female receiving), soft! dom! sweet! Duncan, light praise kink, some swearing, cliche settings (SUE ME), lots of fluff soz

A/N: I thought about making this a series with a bunch of first time stuff between reader and Duncan, but I figured ending it on this note would be better.

Tagged!: @hecohansen31 , @gypsylilacs , @michaelsapostle , @rocketgirl2410 , @saltyshaggymeme , @fallenangel4996 , @1-800-bitchcraft , (tagged some who I thought would like to be <3)

Inseparable was truly the best word to describe the relationship between Duncan and Y/N. They’ve been dating for months, and ever since getting together that night, they’ve been attached at the hip. They were apart when they went in for their own work, or had visits with their family, or when going out of town for work in Duncan’s case. But whenever otherwise they could be together, they were, wanting to be in each other’s company.

It was a healthy relationship, the two communicating and expressing their feelings about certain things when it came to it. They argued and bickered sometimes, but mostly just communicated about the issue at hand instead of letting it build.

Y/N first opening up about her nerves and inexperience really set the foundation for their relationship as they took things slow and easy, letting a bond grow between them as they connected over the months and fell more for each other.

Y/N and Duncan still hadn’t gone all the way, though they had reached milestones in other intimate ways. Duncan was always respectful and understanding of her position, wanting to make sure she was always comfortable with what they did and never made her feel rushed or obligated.

Though they were inseparable, had a great connection and fell more for each other as time went on, they still hadn’t said “I love you” yet. But it’d been on each of their minds for quite awhile.

One evening down the road, Duncan and Y/N were laid on the couch together, watching a movie on Netflix. It was a quiet, relaxing night as they lounged on the sofa together, not wanting to go out and drink or meet up with friends on that Saturday. It was too rainy and cold to go anywhere.

Duncan preferred spending nights in with Y/N anyway as he always missed her throughout the busy work week and wanted to catch up on lost time. Though Duncan made it routine for him to visit Y/N at work each week at some point to take her to lunch for her break, or dinner after she got off.

Y/N would sometimes tell him no, saying she had too much work to do for his mother, trying to stay professional. But that didn’t stop Duncan from taking care of it and winning in the end. Annette loved Y/N as her personal assistant, and girlfriend now of Duncan, too. So it was never a real issue.

But Duncan could just never get enough of Y/N, and therefore could never stay away for too long.

Y/N had been paying attention to the movie of course, laughing over the dialogue and making some commentary sometimes as she laid back on the couch with her legs tucked underneath her. Her side rested against Duncan as he had an arm wrapped around her comfortably, one of his legs crossed over the other as he laid back.

What she didn’t seem to notice was how Duncan was watching her more than the movie. His smile was hard to miss as he gazed at her, loving the way she laughs, the different expressions she made as she watched, the little mannerisms she showed.

Y/N turns her head to Duncan when she feels his eyes on her, raising her own when seeing him. “What?” Duncan shakes his head, “Nothing.” “You’re staring at me,” Y/N points out. Duncan grins, “So?” “The movie is this way,” she gestures, pointing a finger to the television screen. “Are you bored?” “No,” Duncan answers. “I just like looking at you. Is that such a crime?” “Just creepy,” Y/N jokes. Duncan chuckles. “You’d stare at yourself too if you saw what I saw.” Y/N gives a shy smile. She leans over, giving him a kiss. “Still creepy though.” Duncan rolls his eyes with a smile. “Right. Well, I’m not gonna apologize for it. It’s your fault, anyway.” “Mine,” she laughs. “How is it my fault you always stare at me?” “Because, you’re the one that’s so beautiful,” Duncan tells her, reaching over and kissing her cheek. Y/N smiles, laughing a bit as she feels the stubble on his face brush against her. “You’re just so gorgeous, I can’t get enough of you.” She looks at him, smiling. “And your smile, fuck,” Duncan pushes hair behind her ear. “You’re just so stunning,” he leans over, kissing her. Y/N giggles a bit in the kiss, and leans back, falling backward onto the couch as Duncan leans over her. Resting against her carefully, he kisses all over her face, from her cheeks and nose and lips again. “Duncan,” she laughs, turning her head and pushing up on him. “You’re so mushy,” she says, looking at him. “And?” Duncan brushes his lips against hers before kissing her again, smiling down at her. Y/N shakes her head, grinning up at him, staring into his beautiful blue eyes, that stare right back into her with a fire. She pushes a hand through his brunette locks, letting the words, “I love you,” slip out. But then she frowns, panic showing across her face just a split second after as her eyes widen a bit. Duncan raises his eyes, pleasantly surprised by her words. “What did you say?” He asks. “Oh my gosh,” she mumbles, embarrassed. “I, uhm,” she trails off. “You do?” Duncan asks next. “Really?” His tone full of hope. “I-- I didn’t mean to say it,” she stutters. “I mean, I did.” She shakes her head, “I just, I don’t know. It slipped out. I don’t want to freak you out.” “No, no, you haven’t,” he says and sits up, pulling her to sit up too beside him. He cups her cheek softly, looking her over as she looks at him with still a bit of panic, but finding her adorable and cute as ever. “I love you, too,” he says, smiling. Y/N raises her eyes. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for months,” Duncan explains. “I just didn’t want to scare you off.” Y/N presses her lips together before smiling. “I never wanted to cause you to feel pressured to say it back, or anything else. But I’ve been in love with you for so long, it seems,” Duncan adds. She leans over, kissing him, grabbing his face in her hands. “Why are you actually perfect? This isn’t fair.” Duncan grins, kissing her again. Grabbing onto her wrists as her hands still hold his face, he leans over on her again, keeping his lips to her and adjusts to hovering over her body. He lays between her bent legs, kissing her sweeter, but more deep, a fire building deep inside and lighting ablaze through them. Pulling back for a moment, Duncan looks down at her, his hand holding at the base of her neck and back of her head. His thumb brushes against her, body pressed firmly but comfortably to her. “I love you,” he says. “You’re the perfect one -- perfect for me.” Y/N smiles warmly. “I love you -- But that was so cheesy.” “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t,” he sighs out playfully. “You just bring it out of me, alright.” Y/N laughs a bit, her thumb brushing against the stubble on his cheek. “Doesn’t mean it’s not true though,” Duncan says, leaning down and kissing her again. The corners of Y/N’s mouth raise when Duncan kisses her, wrapping her arms around his neck. Duncan’s hands move down to her waist, holding her as he kisses her, the two forgetting about the world, each feeling like this is where they’re meant to be. Y/N pulls away from Duncan, turning her head, causing Duncan’s lips to fall to her neck, allowing him to kiss along her skin softly. He plants gentle kisses against her, making Y/N sigh out contently and close her eyes. She knows in this moment, being with Duncan in any and every way possible, is all she’ll ever want. “Duncan,” Y/N says after a few seconds, opening her eyes. “Mhm,” Duncan hums against her, still trailing a series of kisses against her. “What, baby?” He asks sweetly, lifting his head, looking down at her, bringing his hand up and pushing hair out of her face, even though it wasn’t in the way. She flushes a bit, trying to think of the right words to say. “What if I told you, I was -- ready?” She says quietly, but swallows her shyness down, knowing this is the right moment. Duncan raises his eyes, not needing to question her on what she means. He knew what she meant, and he wanted her, of course he did. He wanted to show her how he felt for her, make her feel how he felt for her, express the love he has for her. But he respected her, never wanting to push, not wanting her to do anything until she was ready. “Are you sure,” he asks, wanting to make sure this was something she really wanted to do. She nods. “Yes.” “Don’t feel you need to do anything just because we’ve said I love you now. We don’t have to do this,” he explains. “As much as I want to, we can wait. I want to make sure you’re really ready for it.” “Duncan, I’m not some confused adolescent or something,” she grins. “I’m ready, I -- I want to do this with you. The only reason why I’ve waited was because I wanted to wait until I felt comfortable, and had someone I knew I could trust, and love. And I do, with you.” He smiles warmly, hearing her words, his heart swelling. Leaning down to kiss her again, he holds her face, a longing spreading through him for her, knowing she’ll never know how much he truly does love her.

Y/N smiles to herself, sitting on Duncan’s bed quietly as she watches Duncan walk around his room. Duncan’s taken it upon himself to place candles variously around, lighting them and giving the bedroom a warm and gentle glow alongside the lamp on the nightstand. Y/N thinks to herself about how cliche it is, watching all of this unfold as Duncan seems very focused on giving the room a relaxing vibe.

Y/N always imagined her first time would be in a setting with plenty of candles, rose petals, champagne, fireworks going off, all the works. It was the romantic in her she knew, seeing all the Hollywood movies and reading about it in books throughout her life. She knew it wasn’t actually realistic, or at least not very common. Deep down she knew her first time wouldn’t be as magical as it is in the movies or something, and probably more so awkward and nerve-wracking.

But with Duncan now, this could be happening anywhere for them and it would be magical and perfect to her. As long as she was with Duncan, as long as it was with him; with this man she has so clearly fallen in love with; it didn’t matter. And yet, candles were apart of this experience now too like she always hoped for secretly. It just made her more excited and assured, knowing this is the right decision, with the right person, and the right time.

“You don’t have to go through all of this trouble, you know,” Y/N says as Duncan walks over to her, setting the lighter down on the nightstand. He looks at her, grinning. “It’s no trouble at all.” “It’s a bit.. extra, don’t you think,” Y/N teases. Duncan shrugs, “So what if it is. Does that make it wrong? You want me to take the candles away?” “No,” Y/N frets. “I love it, actually,” she flushes a bit. “I just, don’t want you to feel pressured to do anything over the top for me.” “I want to do this,” he smiles genuinely. “I know this is important to you, and it is for me too. I want to show you how much I love you, in every way I can,” Duncan states, grabbing her hands and standing her up off the bed. Y/N smiles, gazing up into his dreamy blue eyes. “It sets the mood and gets everything going anyway,” he winks and drops her hands, walking to the bedroom door. Y/N crosses her arms, grinning and shaking her head a bit. “You’re full of it, you know that?” Duncan closes the bedroom door, even though there’s no one else home in the house. He grins when he turns, walking back over to her. “You’re gonna be full of me in a minute.” “Duncan,” Y/N gasps, hitting his shoulder playfully over his reply as he reaches back to her. Duncan laughs a bit over her reaction, grabbing her waist and pulling her into his body, his lips pressing to hers. Y/N immediately smiles into the kiss, her hands grabbing onto Duncan’s biceps as she kisses him back. Whether it was a quick peck on the lips, or a full heated make out session, a soft passion always began stirring between them, causing the both of them to be overcome with complete giddiness and contentment. This time was no different, if anything, seeming to be growing more.

Y/N moves her arms to around his neck, Duncan moving his arms down to her lower waist, picking her up and making her squeal and giggle in the kiss as he lifts her, causing her to pull back. Y/N’s legs instinctively wrap around Duncan’s torso as he holds her up, Y/N beaming down at him. She leans down, kissing him again as Duncan steps to his bed. He kneels onto it, laying her back gently as he crawls over her, face hovering over hers.

Y/N’s eyes trail over his face, looking into his eyes, seeing the sincerity in them, the way he gazes down at her, seeming to be memorizing her face, as if he hadn’t looked at her a million times. She brings a hand to his head, pushing her fingers through his brunette locks, trailing her fingertips to his jaw, brushing along the stubble on his face.

Duncan leans in, kissing her slowly, cupping her cheek as he does. He melts into the feeling of her lips against his, deepening it, knowing he’ll never get tired of kissing her. “It’s one of my favorite pastimes,” he often told her when Y/N would joke about the amount of kisses Duncan gave her.

Gradually deepening the kiss, wanting to savor the feeling of her lips on his as if he was going to lose her, he begins trailing his lips against her jaw, towards her neck, planting a series of soft kisses against her. Kissing was such an underrated part of foreplay. People always jumped into the sex too fast, trying to achieve the one goal and then being done with it. Duncan was guilty of it with his past flings, but that was mutual and not serious.

With Y/N, it was obviously different. He didn’t want to rush into any of it, to just hurry and get it over with. He wanted to make sure it was special, memorable and that she felt the love Duncan has for her. As cheesy and cliche as it was, Duncan wanted to not just fuck her, not just have sex, not just get himself off. He wanted to make actual love to her, make her feel good, show her he cherished her.

Y/N’s eyes close over the tenderness of Duncan’s soft lips against her, the contrast of stubble brushing against her, biting down on her lip as she feels her breathing starting to become shallow. Duncan always had this effect on her, seeming to take her breath away one way or another.

As Duncan continues to kiss Y/N along her neck and jaw gingerly, Y/N lets one of her hands trail down, brushing it towards Duncan’s body between them. She could easily feel the hardness of Duncan’s cock pressing against her through his clothes, so she presses her hand against him, palming and rubbing against him through his black jeans. Duncan moans a bit against her, hardening even more when feeling her touch. But he pulls back from kissing her, grabbing her hand between them to pull away and stop. Y/N feels embarrassed over this rejection of Duncan removing her hand, causing her to shrink back. “Sorry,” she whispers. “No, no, don’t be sorry,” Duncan assures her, raising his eyes as he sees the worry on her face. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” “Then.. why’d you stop me,” she asks shyly, blushing a bit. “Because, this is about us tonight, together,” Duncan says, pushing hair behind her ear even though it wasn’t in the way. "But I also want to focus more so on you,” he smiles. “You don’t need to worry about me. Trust me, I’ll be fine,” he grins and leans down, kissing her lips before she can say anything else.

Duncan always loved when Y/N touched him, in any way, in the past with the intimate milestones they had achieved or just a simple hand hold even. But Duncan wanted to focus solely on her tonight, wanting to make sure she felt good and comfortable. He wanted to not just show his love for her, but also take care of her however he could, knowing he’d get his own in the process.

Duncan’s hands reach for the bottom of Y/N’s shirt a moment later, grabbing the fabric and pulling it upwards. Breaking the kiss for a second, Y/N sits up a bit, raising her arms to help remove her shirt. Y/N takes a deep breath, getting nervous about being naked in front of Duncan since he’s never seen her bare before. Duncan pulls his shirt off next, tossing it aside with Y/N’s. Y/N cant help but admire his body as she sees his toned torso and broad shoulders, and the way he looks down at her, she can feel her body heating up, feeling an excitement growing deep inside of her.

When Duncan leans back over her, kissing her again, Y/N wraps her arms around his shoulders, wanting to hold him closer to her. Duncan rests a hand lightly on her upper waist, sliding his hand up over her chest, hand brushing over her breast. His other hand travels downward, stopping at the top trim of her jeans.

He unzips her jeans, and leans his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck, planting a series of kisses against her like before. Y/N closes her eyes, chest heaving lightly as she feels Duncan’s hot breath against her, lips sucking and nipping at her skin gently. His hand between them slowly inches to the opening of her jeans, sliding his hand into her pants carefully.

Y/N bites her lip, swallowing as she feels Duncan’s finger tips brush against her fabric covered center. Duncan smirks against her neck, feeling the dampness of her as he’s hardly even touched her yet. He rubs against her slowly, Y/N breathing out quietly, parting her legs instinctively with feeling him.

As Duncan teases her, continuing to rub against her and forms small circles over the area of her clit, he kisses back from her neck, to her lips, Y/N grabbing his cheek with a hand. Y/N bucks her hips lightly against Duncan, wanting more friction against his hand as he touches her. Duncan pushes the fabric of her underwear to the side, letting his fingers slip against her, making Y/N sigh out in relief against Duncan’s lips when feeling his large hand touching against her.

Duncan slides a finger through her folds and up to her clit, rubbing a small circle against her. Y/N moans lightly into the kiss, Duncan pulling back a bit as he looks down at her. He slides his finger from her clit, down to her pulsing entrance, collecting the wetness on his finger a bit before pushing one inside of her. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Duncan hums against her lips as he begins pumping a finger inside her, curling his finger and making her release a pleasured whimper.

Y/N’s body gets more hot by the touch, her breathing increasing. Duncan removes his hand from her, pulling it out from her jeans, making Y/N whine a bit from the lack of touch.

“Sorry, baby,” he kisses her neck. “I didn’t want to, but I had to stop,” he adds trailing his lips down her neck, to her collarbones. “Why,” Y/N asks, exhaling a breath, confused on what he means. “Because I really want to taste you instead,” he answers, kissing along her cleavage, and down the valley of her breasts. “What,” she lifts her head, looking down at Duncan as he slides his body down, kissing down her navel and stopping at the top of her jeans. Duncan gets up, kneeling between Y/N’s legs, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of her jeans. “You don’t have to do that, not if you don’t want to,” Y/N tells him since he’s never done that to her before. She lifts her hips to help Duncan pull her jeans down her legs, him throwing them to the floor once they’re off. Duncan grins up at her, eyes clouded with lust and grabbing the sides of her underwear. “Trust me, I want to,” he says, a shift in Duncan’s tone grabbing Y/N’s attention. It’s nothing weird, she just notices the way his tone seemed more husky all of a sudden, a little more cocky. Y/N swallows, sucking in a breath as Duncan pulls the fabric down, his eyes glancing up at hers to keep track of her expression. Y/N lifts one knee at a time as he pulls her underwear down, Y/N feeling the nerves increasing.

Once he pulls her underwear off, he nudges her knees apart as she’s pressed them together, feeling obviously shy and exposed. He lays down against her lower body, his lips first pressing at her navel again and then downward as he moves down her body. He can sense how nervous she is, experiencing all of this for the first time.

Upon noticing, he stops his movements and looks up at her. He crawls back up her body, resting between her legs and against her body carefully. “You okay? Should we stop,” he asks, wanting to check in on her. Y/N shakes her head, “No. I mean, no don’t stop. Just... nervous, that’s all.” “It’s okay,” Duncan smiles warmly. “Just relax, and let me take care of you,” he leans into the crook of her neck like earlier, kissing her skin.

Y/N exhales a breath, trying to relax and listen to Duncan. Duncan is obviously more confident and more experienced with all of this. She was still clueless on a lot of this, never before feeling these feelings and urges or doing any of it before, of course. She didn’t know what to expect, but though she was nervous, she knew it would be okay because of Duncan.

Duncan trails his mouth down her body, stopping between her breasts. He kisses against her cleavage, making Y/N calm down as the feeling distracts her. “Sit up a bit,” Duncan demands softly, looking up at her. “Take your bra off for me.”

Y/N looks down at him, caught off guard by the question, though she knows she shouldn’t be. She hesitates for a moment but then arches her back a bit, reaching underneath her and unclasping her bra. The straps fall loosely on her shoulders as she unclips it, and pulls the bra down her shoulders. She hesitates a second before taking it off completely but tosses it aside, biting her lip as she lays here fully naked compared to Duncan who still has his pants on.

Duncan hadn’t seen her fully naked yet, or kissed her everywhere, and he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity to kiss every part of her now. So after he reaches up for a moment to kiss her, he begins to kiss down her body, stopping at her cleavage. Y/N bites her lip, closing her eyes when she feels Duncan kiss her nipple, it hardening under his plump lips. He lets his thumb brush over her, looking up at her before he licks softly a few times, and encloses his lips around her.

Y/N breathes out contently, laying her head back. She lets out a heavy breath, not understanding how such a simple action could feel so good. Duncan sucks against her a bit harder, his other hand moving to her other breast and trailing his fingers over her sensitive skin.

He repeats the same actions to her other breast, licking softly before taking her nipple in his mouth and sucking. His other hand palms and rubs over her other breast as he sucks, ending with giving a soft bite on her before pulling back and kissing against her.

Y/N’s breathing gets noticeably heavier as he moves down her body, kissing down her stomach, along both her hips, and lowering himself in between her bent legs. Y/N feels the blood rush to her cheeks, opening her eyes and seeing Duncan’s position. She’s never felt so vulnerable before, so bashful and nervous, trying to figure out what was going through Duncan’s mind.

A smirk grows on Duncan’s face, his eyes screaming with lust as he spreads her legs apart further, looking up at her while she looks down at him with prominent red cheeks. Duncan keeps his eyes focused on hers as he kisses her inner right thigh, kissing inward. Y/N breathes out heavily, waiting in anticipation for Duncan to get where she really wants him. Duncan teases her, kissing just before her heat and then kisses up the other side of her inner thigh again, achingly slow, making her wait for what she wants.

His lips ghost over where her clit is, the brush of his lips and stubble making Y/N whine a bit. Finally, Duncan gives her some gratification, kissing against her clit fully, making her body flinch a bit from the light pressure of his touch. Duncan licks his lips, knowing already how sensitive Y/N is. He’d been wanting to taste her for months, and he was going to enjoy every moment of this now.

Y/N lets out a small gasp, resting her head back when she feels Duncan lick up through her folds to her clit, making her groan out contently. Duncan kisses her there again, licking a soft circle around her clit. Y/N bites her lip again when feeling Duncan start with kitten licks to get her worked up, her hand grabbing at Duncan’s hair. She breathes out, breath getting heavier as the seconds pass.

Duncan was starting with a slow build, wanting to savor her taste, wanting to take his time with her. But getting this small taste of her, hearing her breathing getting more shallow, the way she grabbed his hair, he can’t hold himself back from going any slower. Duncan swirls his tongue around her clit, licking around and over the bud expertly before enclosing his lips around her, making Y/N whimper.

Duncan presses his face further into her, sucking her clit harder into his mouth, Duncan moaning himself over her taste. Pulling back, he flattens his tongue against her, licking back and forth over her. He flicks his tongue in fast, fluid motions against her clit, interchanging between sucking and lapping at the bud. Y/N’s hand begins to pull Duncan’s hair a bit harder, getting lost in the pleasure, as she moans at the feeling of him against her.

“Oh God, Duncan,” Y/N moans out, her other hand gripping at the bed sheets. Duncan wraps his arms under her legs, pulling her closer to him, pressing his face further into her. He keeps his pace consistent, only quickening and moving his tongue harder gradually, hearing how Y/N’s moaning becomes louder.

Continuing his movements, Y/N tightens her eyes, parting her lips more when she feels a distinct pressure building up inside her. Her stomach clenches, and her hips buck forward a bit, moving against Duncan’s face as she gets close. Duncan brings a hand up to her, pushing a finger inside her, adding to the pleasure, feeling his cock twitch in his pants from everything going on.

She keeps moving against his face, chasing her orgasm. When he encloses his lips around her clit again, sucking on her hard, he adds another finger, pumping in and curling, making Y/N moan out, the build of pressure inside building further.

In the next moment, Y/N cries out, feeling the pressure inside her spiraling out as she cums. Her body jerks lightly in small waves, the pleasure overcoming her body as Duncan continues his movements through her orgasm, wanting to taste every bit of her until she’s done.

After, as Y/N relaxes and calms down, Duncan crawls up her body, smirking to himself. “You taste so good, love,” he states when Y/N looks at him, Duncan bringing his two fingers that were inside her to his mouth, sucking on them. He hums out satisfied then leans his head into the crook of her neck as he kisses her skin. He kisses from her neck up to her jawline until kissing her lips, cupping her cheek. “I’ve been wanting to do that for months,” he tells her.

Duncan’s words make Y/N bite her lip, feeling the warmth of arousal spreading through her body again. His bare chest against her, feeling the hardness of his cock pressing against her thigh, she was ready for all of him now.

Reaching up, she collides her lips with his, full and deep, her hand wrapping around his head to bring him closer, wanting to kiss and feel and taste and be with him in every way she can. She raises her hips lightly, grinding her lower body against his instinctively, Duncan groaning a bit into her mouth. Y/N’s hands move between their bodies, finding his zipper to undo, wanting to feel him inside of her completely already.

Duncan getting the hint, pushes himself back and kneels up over her, the tension between them coming to their limit. His hands move to his belt, unbuckling and removing the leather strap from the loops. Y/N watches Duncan carefully, watching him remove the final articles of clothing from his body which makes her more excited and ready for the next few minutes.

Y/N’s stomach flips, making her swallow, seeming to forget how big Duncan actually is when she sees his cock spring free. Long and thick, soft pink and leaking a bit with pre-cum. She’d seen him before when they had fooled around in the past, but seeing him now, for what they were really about to do, had her worried for a moment, but still excited and making her lick her lips as her mouth seemed to water over him.

Duncan smirks over at her when noticing her expression, but doesn’t call her out, knowing it would only make her blush probably. Looking at her before hovering back over her, his eyes fall down her body greedily, eyeing every inch of her bare skin, from her chest, down to her stomach and lower, seeing all of her exposed like this -- all for him.

Y/N becomes suddenly self-conscious when seeing his eyes, seeing how they trace over her figure and makes her want to cover up. “What,” she asks, almost whispering. Duncan shakes his head in disbelief, eyes devouring her. “You’re,” he laughs a bit in disbelief, “so beautiful, Y/N.” Y/N swears her heart stops in that moment, hearing how genuine and warm his tone is, how sweet his words are, simple, and yet so meaningful to her. Duncan moves, leaning back over her body and between her legs, “I can’t believe how lucky I am to love you.” “You have to give a cliche line to add to this cliche setting?” Y/N teases. “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t,” Duncan jokes, repeating what he said earlier and making Y/N laugh. Hearing her laugh, seeing her smile, all the beauty she radiates in every way imaginable makes Duncan smile himself, and he knows there’s no one else he’d rather spend his life. “I love you,” he adds gently, brushing his fingers against her hair. Y/N presses her lips together before smiling shyly. “I love you, too, Duncan.”

With a smile still on Duncan’s face, his heart flutters. Duncan never really thought he’d find love, much less find someone to love him back. So hearing her say those words to him makes him so happy and fulfilled, still trying to figure out what he did to deserve someone like Y/N.

He kisses her, wanting to just kiss her long and deep for a minute, feeling he’ll never have enough of her. Reaching a hand down between their bodies in the next moment, he grabs his erection, and aligns it with her entrance. Y/N pulls back when feeling just the tip of him, looking down between them for a second before looking back at Duncan. “You okay,” he asks, wanting to check in before this happens. Y/N pauses a second, but then nods, pressing her legs against his torso. “Yes. I want you. I want to feel you inside me.” “Fuck, when you say things like that,” Duncan breathes out and kisses her hungrily, yet still smoothly, letting the head of his cock rub against her a bit. Y/N moans quietly over the friction, her hands grabbing around his shoulders. Duncan wants to be slow and gentle with her, wanting to worship her body, especially since this is her first time.

So in the next second, he pushes himself inside her slowly, pushing further bit by bit. Duncan can’t hold back the groan that leaves his throat as he eases inside her. Y/N gasps and whines a bit, pulling back from kissing Duncan. Her lips part as she winces, her arms wrapping under Duncan’s arms as she feels him stretching her. She knew this first time might hurt, but she didn’t know it would feel like this. It’s not excruciating, and not actually painful. It was just a lot of pressure, it feeling weird, different. It was a distorted pleasure, a feeling she didn’t know existed.

Duncan leans his forehead against hers, his jaw dropping as he feels her around him. “Are you okay,” he breathes out, trying to contain his shallow breathing. Y/N nods against him a bit, her own breathing becoming shallow. “Keep going,” she exhales. Getting her okay, he moves a bit, pulling out and back in, trying to give her time to adjust. Duncan begins to move against her slowly, Y/N holding onto Duncan tighter, her fingernails gripping into his shoulders at the fullness of him.

The stretch of pain increases with each thrust, but eventually transitions into a pleasure that she wish she had experienced sooner. The more Duncan moved, gradually picking up pace, the better it felt. It was a lot of pressure, feeling how full she was with him inside her, but it felt so good at the same time. Feeling the ache and stretch of his cock inside her was pleasure all on it’s own, and she wanted more of it.

Duncan wants to keep at a slow and gradual pace, but as he rocks his hips, pulling in and out of her, feeling how warm and wet she is around him, he can’t help himself when the hunger for her grows in him. The lust and crave of wanting to be with her in this way causes Duncan to be more dominant than he’d like to be.

Duncan’s movements increase bit by bit, getting lost in the feeling of how he feels for her, how he feels with her around him, everything between them. “You feel so good around me, baby,” Duncan breathes out. “Fuck,” he bites his lip, rocking his hips more. He begins picking up pace, moving faster and harder, pulling out and back in, rocking against her. Duncan knew he would never tire of this feeling with her, hoping Y/N was feeling the same way. Feeling the discomfort fade out as it was replaced with an undeniable pleasure, her breathing getting more heavy. “Oh God, Duncan,” she moaned out in a string of words. There was still a pressure, her body still getting used to the size of Duncan, but it was feeling so unbelievably good, she just wanted more of him. “You’re doing so good, baby,” Duncan whispers, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. “You’re -- fuck -- taking all of me so well,” Duncan moans, pushing harder. Duncan slides a hand down between their bodies, fingers circling over her clit as he rubs. “Fuck,” Y/N exhales, mouth parting again as she feels the added pleasure of Duncan’s fingers against her clit as he keeps moving against her harder.

As Duncan quickens his movements, Y/N lays her head back, gasping a bit at the increased pleasure. “Oh, Duncan,” she groans, pressing her lips together and breathing out. “Please don’t stop.”

Duncan kisses her, her words and moaning turning him on impossibly more. He rubs her clit harder and faster, making Y/N whimper pleasurably, a hand falling to the bed and gripping the sheets. Y/N can feel a build settling deep inside her, growing more by the second.

“Duncan,” she moans, “I’m -- I’m so,” she trails off, breathing out. “Me too, baby, we’re almost there, almost there,” Duncan says. He’d been focusing so hard to not cum yet, knowing he would have the second they started had he not concentrated. But he wanted this to last for them, wanted to make sure she got hers.

Y/N’s hand on the bed wraps back around him, holding onto him more, her feeling the coil in her stomach beginning to clench, beginning to unhinge. Duncan rubs her clit faster and harder, causing Y/N to not hold on any longer and she feels the build release, her body starting to shake, body tensing as she cums.

Duncan feeling Y/N clench and contract around him makes him go over the edge himself, and he cums too, moaning out as he does, thrusting through their orgasms as he continues to rub her clit. Duncan’s lips brush over Y/N’s as they cum together, their touches lingering, Y/N feeling Duncan’s cock pulse inside her as she contracts around him, Y/N holding onto him as they cum together.

Duncan gradually slows down as their bodies begin to relax, his movements becoming languish, each coming down from their highs. Duncan leans his forehead against Y/N’s for a second before he looks down at her, trying to read her expression as she blinks tiredly. She looks up at him, looking just as spent as Duncan if not more, especially as her body still trembles a bit against his. But she smiles a bit, pushing a hand through his locks, making Duncan smile too and lean down, kissing her.

After a few moments of settling down and getting under the covers of the bed, Duncan’s position has changed to resting beside her, his head laying over her chest as an arm wraps over. Y/N’s fingers play with Duncan’s hair slowly and soothingly, her legs entangled with his as they lay quietly and comfortably together.

“How are you feeling,” Duncan asks, pressing his lips against her skin and looking up at her after. Y/N smiles of the affection, “Good. Happy.” Duncan grins. “You’re okay then? With everything?” “Yes, of course,” Y/N says and yawns, bringing a hand to her mouth. “I don’t regret any of this for a second." Duncan smiles, finding her yawn cute, along with everything else she does, as usual. “Good. I wanted to make this as special as I could for you.” “It would have been special regardless because it was with you,” she states, brushing her fingers against his cheek. “Now who’s the cheesy one,” Duncan teases, grinning. “Whatever,” she rolls her eyes. “You bring it out of me,” she mocks. Duncan smirks and scoots up, wrapping his arm over to her other shoulder and resting his head between her shoulder and the crook of her neck. He plants a sweet kiss on her, letting his lips linger for a moment before whispering, “I love you.”

From a lack of experience and shyness, Y/N couldn’t believe this is where life had led her to now. Happy and in love with the most incredible man who returned the same feelings.

Y/N always thought that hearing Duncan say those three little words would be her favorite to ever hear from him. And they always were her favorite, every time he told her after that.

Until one day, her new favorite words from him became, “I do.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this fluffy af series. Any and all feedback is appreciated!

More angsty stuff coming soon 😈

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thepropertylovers · 6 years ago

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Feature Friday with Chip & Alexx Pons

Happy Friday! This week's FF is a married couple who are actively serving in the United States Air Force, and stationed in San Antonio. Alex and Chip Pons share their inspiring story of what it's like being an openly gay, married couple in the military, what they're doing to help normalize the stigma around that, and their unconventional yet totally charming wedding. Read on to see what we mean...

Where are you from? Alexx is originally from California and Chip is from Michigan.

Where do you live? We currently live in San Antonio, Texas

Instagram handle: @chip_pons @alexx_pons

Age: Alexx is 30 and Chip is 28

On an unforgettable trip together: We were both given the opportunity to support the Air Force Wounded Warrior (AFW2) Program and Department of Defense team during the 2017 Invictus Games in Toronto, Canada. Something about that trip, despite our workload, was wonderful. It might have had something to do with the amazing people we met or the area we stayed in (this little village in the gay district near downtown)… it was just a wonderful trip and one of the only where the military sent us as a couple to do what we love as a team – that is when we are at our best!

On knowing they're "the one": We met through the process of joining the Air Force; fate brought us together at the same base in New Mexico. Alexx was actually Chip's instructor for a week-long military course and it was there that we realized we have the same job as photojournalists. Chip walked away from that initial meeting swearing he was going to marry Alexx…

On quiet, intimate proposals: Our proposals were very true to who we are as a couple; intimate, private and meaningful. I proposed to Chip first over a quiet night at home, and Chip proposed several weeks later while we were in the kitchen preparing dinner. To others, these moments might seem to be lacking a "wow" factor, but for us, they are some of our most cherished memories!

On making the most of a hard situation: We actually didn't have a wedding! To keep a very long and dramatic story short, we found ourselves in the middle of some very stressful and borderline homophobic professional trouble. As a same-sex, dual military couple who happened to be co-workers, there were some professional obstacles that we had to overcome in order to have our happy ending.

We were essentially punished by leadership for having what was termed an "unprofessional relationship," and were eventually ordered to not speak to one another. So, over a lunch break on Tuesday, Sept. 15, we drove down to the Curry County court house in uniform and swore to spend the rest of our lives fighting for one another.

Getting married was the only option to save our careers at the time which we had both worked so hard to build, but it also the key to our happiness and nearly three years later it is still the easiest and greatest decision we ever made!

On coming out: Alexx came out in his early 20s. His family was and still is very loving and supportive. In fact, they were the ones who sat him down and initiated the “coming out” conversation out of concern for his mental wellbeing. From that moment, Alexx felt fully comfortable being his authentic self, and his family has been so supportive of our marriage and welcomed me to the family with open arms!

Chip on the other hand is a bit of a late bloomer. In all honesty, I am the first man Chip ever dated or connected with emotionally. While he had a great relationship with his family, his fear of their disapproval kept him from living an honest life. When we met, Chip's world was turned upside down! For the first time, he was experiencing love, trust and self-acceptance. Before Chip had the chance to come out, a coworker we were stationed with felt the need to let Chip's family know he was involved with me and from there, it all blew up (personally and professionally) for us. But with me by his side, Chip took a leap of faith and chose love over the life he knew and the relationships he had. For nearly four years, Chip's relationship with his family was non-existent, but recently, those relationships have started rebuilding themselves.

On being openly gay in the military: We have our ups and downs just like everyone else. Constantly having to convince people we aren't brothers is hilarious and "correcting" people when they ask about our wives can be somewhat annoying, but for the most part active-duty members are very accepting. Those around us do a great job of making us feel supported and just like everyone else. We've found that having a good sense of humor goes a long way especially when dealing with people who may be awkward but have good intentions! Most military bases even celebrate Pride Month now, which is slightly unnecessary, but appreciated at least from an educational standpoint (when done correctly).

No matter how much support we feel, there will always be toxic individuals who thrive on spewing hate. Chip wrote a Pride Month commentary once about serving as a dual military, same-sex couple and when it was published, the overwhelming hate on social media (from civilians and active-duty members) was almost impossible to ignore. But we reminded ourselves why we joined the Air Force: to serve our country and its citizens; so that everyone has the right to express their opinions, no matter what those might be!

On normalizing same-sex marriages within the military: Coming out and accepting that you are gay is usually a life-altering experience. Doing so while adhering to military customs and courtesies, regulations and the day-to-day stress of military life takes that experience to a whole new level. While being a member of the LGBT+ community is a pivotal part of who we are, there is so much more to us than that. We are husbands, sons, brothers, friends... and professionally, we are Airmen. We try to promote a lifestyle that praises ALL aspects of what makes someone who they are as a whole instead of just focusing on one aspect.

For us, it's all about redefining what people in the military perceive normal to be. From us attending official military functions together and being seen supporting one another professionally, to holding hands in the grocery store (in Texas I might add) and enjoying a night out with friends, we try to show that life goes on when you come out. People have very different versions of what "being gay" looks like and for us, having a life that you are proud of and genuinely happy to be living is the only thing that matters.

On being each other's wingman: Working together has been the biggest blessing for our relationship. Before we were a couple, we were teammates and best friends. That friendship and professional comradery laid the strongest foundation we could have asked for.

The Air Force is built upon this idea of never leaving your wingman behind. Well, from day one we were wingmen and that notion of teamwork and support has absolutely transferred onto our marriage. Working so closely with your spouse during the formative years of your relationship not only allows you to spend more time together, but it unifies you in a way that is hard to put in words. Personally, we know that the other will always have our back, but there is a great sense of relief knowing that throughout the day, you have someone who is in your corner unconditionally and pushes you to be the best version of yourself!

And on that note, where some often feel some sort of competition between themselves and their spouse for success, that could not be further from the truth with us. We are one unit; we share success and downfalls – and when one falters, the other is there to quickly pick them up and keep moving in one direction again. There are just as few words for someone who would move heaven and earth to see you become your best self – even as a cost to themselves… it leaves you speechless and feeling genuinely loved!

We have been blessed to travel together and work side-by-side, and there is nothing more rewarding than getting to do what you love with who you love more than anything. Separation and distance is a huge obstacle military couple’s face, and we have been fortunate throughout our careers to have not been apart too long from one another. But during those moments away for training or individual obligations, we take that time to take a look at the beautiful life we have built and appreciate all that we have – if anything, it is those brief moments apart that makes us a stronger, more resilient couple!

On the joys of a simple date night: For us, date night is all about relaxation. There is nothing better than putting on a movie or one of our favorite shows after eating a delicious home-cooked meal (Alexx is a MASTER in the kitchen). Add some wine, continuous laughter, a loving massage, and we have everything we could ever need!

On the one thing they love most about each other: First, we have to admit that we are very much still DEEP in the newlywed stage of our marriage and we've vowed to never leave it, so our level of obsession with one another is pretty extreme.

Chip: I adore so many things about the man that Alexx is and has become, but I love Alexx's passion the most. Alexx is protective and loyal and warm and everything Alexx does, he does out of love for me. It's overwhelming and exhilarating and a once in a lifetime feeling that I will never get used to but never take for granted. He throws himself 100% into every aspect of our life together. Our marriage, his job, our future...I am blown away at how completely immersed this man can be in so many things at once and he does it all with a smile on his face. Before we were married, Alexx told me that he aspires to "do the most good, for the most amount of people," and I am constantly in awe at how he has embodied that expression. He is the epitome of selflessness, unconditional love and unwavering support and the immensity of his love knows no limit. I am TRULY the luckiest man on the planet for tricking him into loving me!

Alexx: And for me, it is Chip’s heart – he has the biggest one, sometimes to a fault. He really does not have a bad bone in his body. We are talking about a man who sees the good in everyone, which translates into the most unique and intense type of love I never imagined was real. He does not do anger or even mild irritation… Chip’s go-to when things get remotely tense is affection – I mean tight, take-your-breath away hugs and kisses. It is this incredible propensity for love that he possess which lets me know how deeply loved I am, and without question that he will be an incredible father to our children (someday).

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Hello please give commentary on the boxing au cos it’s my favourite thanks

yes! so! this one is a bit of a wander down memory lane since i don’t have any of my drafting notes, as far as i can tell, but (at characteristically great length):

i know i definitely had wanted, for a while, to write some sort of boxing au. james ellroy is one of my favorite writers and the boxing rivalry part of the black dahlia is the part i remember the best— i thought it was really incredible characterization and also really dynamic writing. probably i started writing this fic around when i was thinking about a sotl fic too— probably the three driving impulses were a) working more intentionally with lit that was really formative for me, b) realizing i’d rather reread my fave books than rewatch criminal minds again (lol), c) i think martial arts are generally a hot look on women. but also i think of ellroy’s writing as very like, stylish and sparse in a way that’s perfect for crime writing, and i wanted to try that on. i don’t think i really did, in part because his prose stylings are remarkably first-person and i’m not that kind of writer, but it was fun to try.

as i’m reading it now, i find it kind of endearingly clumsy— i think there’s something definitely off about the focalization, and i’ve always found my prose style a bit ungainly. like in the first place it’s always trapped between two poles (academic writing, and underdeveloped creative writing), but here you add a third, which is ellroy, whose prose is zippy and fast and highly colloquial, and it’s just kind of frankensteiny. also this fic is too long. i remember reading it and being like it’s too long, but i wrote this whole damn boxing scene and felt obligated to sketch out multiple rounds, and now here we are. it’s also trapped very clearly between the sort of like, thing about writing jemily (for me, at least), which is that what you have to get around with jj is her life, and what you have to get around with emily is granting her the right level of interiority. it’s typically easier for me to write jj as a way of looking at emily and dealing with her own life— it makes more sense than the reverse, because a lot of that would then have to be conducted in dialogue, which i hate to write. so that’s another thing here— on one hand, very experimental for me, on the other hand, very much squarely in a comfort zone in order to enable that experimentation.

in a lot of fics i remember pretty precisely where i started, or the multiple, i don’t know, nodes that i wrote outward from, but it’s surprisingly hard to tell with this one. here are some bits i remember starting with, though:

i wasn’t going to screenshot all of this but there’s a lot of early retreading of the gold vs silver metaphor, a riff on ellroy’s fire and ice thing—which also would have worked but struck me as less naturally apt. i spent some time on it because i thought it was fun, and i love to stack and overdetermine metaphors— probably the last 2 sentences in the second paragraph above are my favorite part of the whole fic. there’s also the obvious element of contrast in jj and emily, who are fairly polarized on levels of class, have the sort of contrastive girl roles (brunette and blonde, the two poles of 00s tv white woman personalities, yk), are differently reserved and tempermental, and obviously distinct color palettes too. i said above that i thought the fire and ice rivalry was really good characterization on ellroy’s part, and that’s because it really allowed bucky to speak about himself both as he was perceived, as he saw himself, and how he aspired to be and be perceived; it also allowed him to size himself up against lee, and many of those same matters of perception relative to lee, albeit secondhand. so what i had going with jj was, on one hand, seeing emily, seeing emily through the eyes of others, and looking at herself in those same terms. the thing the rivalry of contrasts produces is this kind of categorical thought (if x is true of emily, it must have its analogue in jj), which has some validity, but also— as we get to the end of the paragraph— doesn’t have much momentum, and is largely an aesthetic judgment. one of the things i was kind of playing with here and throughout is how the terms of the rivalry fail them, but also guide them.

the above i remember writing quite early on, in the sort of like exploratory writing stage where i was setting up contrasts. this comes later in the fic, but i’d initially had it earlier (which makes sense, very much a fic about the various things hands can do), with jj sizing them up in action settings. i.e., there was going to be a bit where jj is like, ‘actually it’s kind of wild that prentiss is into boxing given that she’s very much characterized by stillness [this still makes it into the fic but not so explicitly],’ but i got impatient with that part.

okay so THIS i remember because the line “some far-flung desert of the mind, governed by bizarro logic and surreal slips of sound and light” was written to replace a line which is in a different fic of mine, which i’d borrowed and then decided it was totally out of place here. i don’t like the replacement, actually— it reads like a sort of terribly amateurish description of dali’s persistence of memory, but i’m not gonna fix it now lol. but i did have fun with the win under her belt / medal around her neck thing. i don’t think this has much payoff for readers (maybe?), but i did think it was fun to pivot between idioms/cliches in a way that’s like, halfway materially meaningful.

i’ve had to actually reread this fic to comment on it (cursed), so here are some things i remember really leaning on while writing:

i think jj’s juvenile insect collecting (was it just butterflies?) is kind of an early season deep cut, but this is a fic that’s really, like, relishing in how technical language and practices can be analogized to all sorts of settings, and have implications there. for example, the sort of post adrenaline rush slump / parallel to dom drop i was writing for jj— part of that is the fact that she’s still thinking of them as sparring, as rivals, and as engaging in (if minimal) violence. this sort of budding mutual attraction (she’s been looking at emily, hard, but not thinking about how that looking works) makes her amateurish, on one hand (in a variety of ways, from hitting too hard to feeling guilty about participating in recreational contact sports), and kind of traps her in boxing on the other. an embrace is like a clinch (literally sometimes called a hug, very on the nose), and is a way of limiting your opponent’s offensive capacity (they can’t punch freely, can’t set up combinations, can’t build momentum), and so on, and this colors how jj thinks. i think the same is true here— like again what I’m getting at is this sudden reversal for jj, where she feels a sinister edge to her interests. so this fic is just them hooking up in a locker room, but part of jj’s journey is making peace with herself again— or more specifically, finding that peace that’s already there, that she’s just lost for a bit.

that reversal was also what i was thinking about here, and comes full circle in the question of whether jj’s feeling turned on or riled up— words which mean, on one hand, very different things, but also are nevertheless fairly synonymous. so here, as above, it’s a question of like— what is jj even able to think here, and how is she getting past this moment where she’s only seeing things in negative terms. it’s more about care and mutuality than having sex with a woman being the ultimate panacea, but you know. that also fixes things.

also, as i said above, this is kind of a fic about perception, and there’s some of that strewn around as well:

just like— looking? seeing and re-seeing. it’s occurring to me now that this fic is extremely about Interpretation and Perception, which is very annoying english major behavior, but wcyd. i also do simply love to return to things. not foreshadowing but figuration, maybe, with full and gratuitous apologies to auerbach.

this is sort of way too long and simply noting themes. i guess the other thing was this:

which is like, again, full circle gold and silver, and again about jj’s own self-awareness and perception. i think if i were to write another scene to this fic it would be jj just being like, damn i have been doing a whole lot of looking and no seeing! but i also (iirc) was thinking here about what kinds of commonalities jj sees between herself and emily, particularly in this moment where she has ground to feel quite superior (winning the fight) but instead is feeling quite vulnerable, and at the mercy of a lot of new emotional stuff going on. an audience is on one hand just a figure of speech, but on the other hand it’s also the language of the spectated match still pervading jj’s thought process, and it’s something she’s rebutting, thinking past that setting to the one she’s actually in. it’s also something she can play with, as they’re makin VERY dumb jokes about gold and silver, as my spectacular flair for incredibly weird dialogue rears its tiny furry head.

so like, yeah? i think my concern throughout this was that jj was merely a way of looking, or a perspective, which was partly intended and partly unconscious and i think i’ve made my peace with that unconscious aspect, due to it being fairly critical to what this fic is. oh and the FBI female body inspector shirt gag, which is terrible but it makes me laugh.

#fic #lmao this is very long and probably quite boring too condolences to anyone who opens the readmore xoxo

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aion-rsa · 3 years ago

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Supergirl Finds Her Voice and Nia Finds Her Power

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This SUPERGIRL article contains spoilers for Season 6, Episode 10, “Still I Rise.”

Supergirl Season 6 Episode 10

This episode felt simultaneously packed and like it barely moved along. Suddenly Nia, Nyxly and Orlando’s stories were all off to the races at once, and with Supergirl’s journey using her public platform as the main thread, there’s still so much left to cover. It felt like a possible backlash against Supergirl may have been left on the cutting room floor, and it was never really clear if that veggie promo went viral in a good way or a bad way, because every time someone mentioned it their reactions were cut short.

In a welcome move, Orlando and Joey’s story continues. In something of a meta commentary, Supergirl’s writers have figured out that if they’re going to tackle a series of systemic issues, it’s better to filter them through the same pair of siblings over the course of a few episodes, rather than packing in new backstory and trying to get us to care about new people each week. And unfortunately, it’s all too real that folks who have interacted with one of these systems (foster care, prison) have had touchpoints with others (affordable housing, eviction, gentrification, recidivism).

The show’s take on housing rights is fairly sophisticated, in that it involves the concept of low-income housing for returned citizens, a critique of gentrification, and the impact that housing can have on many other aspects of life, from recidivism to family reunification, e.g. Orlando’s quest to get Joey out of the system. Kara’s arc here is a bit of Allyship for Dummies, but it’s a vast improvement over the previous episode, and there are probably still plenty of people who need to hear lines like “my voice isn’t what’s needed right now,” “sit with your discomfort,” and “maybe I step aside and give my platform to someone else.”

It is a bit weird that this activism is coming top-down from Supergirl – realistically, no community development project like this would have unanimous approval – but at least in this episode, the writers clearly know it. People of color who actually live in that neighborhood hopped on that livestream and let Supergirl know exactly how they felt about a blonde alien telling them what’s best for them. Ultimately that community discrepancy (and that all-white city council) weren’t addressed, but it seems like Supergirl will be staying with Orlando and Joey’s story for a while, so perhaps we’ll be hearing more about that.

Supergirl adroitly brings back one of the alien “zookeepers” from the flashback episodes. Back then, Brainy, Nia, Kara, Alex and their high school friends took on Mitch and Naxim, eventually sending them right into a DEA trap in South America. Here, the pair have split, and one half of the delinquent duo teams up with Nyxly, whom he catches in the hopes of impressing his former compatriot so that they can start up the menagerie again. She then charms her way into working with him to set a trap for Supergirl.

It must also be noted that Kelly’s journey toward Guardian continues to be strong, and her training sequences are even stronger. It’s great to see Kelly continued to be tied into the rest of the stories and her buddy cop vibe with Kara is wonderful. As you were, Dansen.

As far as Nia’s deal with the devil – or an imp, as the case may be – it seems a offsides for Nyxly to add multiple conditions after the fact. Omitting her bad blood with Supergirl is expected from a character who always keeps her deals and sticks to the letter of the law, but leaving out the fact that Nia won’t be able to leave the room or communicate with anyone outside of it is pushing it. Mxy would never.

Nia’s time with her mother brought about some long-overdue lessons about interpreting her dreams and, more importantly, being true to herself. The vision Nia had about Maeve was a tough one, and I’m glad her mother referred to it as grief. Nia lost her sister to Maeve’s transphobia and in addition to the pain of Maeve’s mistreatment, there’s also the real loss of her sister to mourn, and the way Nia made herself small in the hopes that it would somehow convince her sister to work through her own issues. I expect we’ll see some sort of reunion between the two sisters, though I’m wary – Nia doesn’t have anything to apologize for, and she isn’t obligated to welcome her sister back into her life, either.

Almost immediately, Isobel told Nia key pieces of information: never exit a dream in fear, and there are no distractions in the dream realm because everything has meaning. Considering Nia ends almost every dream by waking up stressed out, thank goodness she got to see her mother, even if it came at a price. Hopefully what she learned will kick-start her development even further. Nia repelled Nyxly using very strong power – possibly stronger than she knew she had? She certainly surprised the imp. It will be interesting to see where Nia goes from here. We know from Brainy that she is far more powerful than she even realizes, so hopefully we get to see some of that soon.

In a refreshing surprise, Kara applied her life lessons about supporting formerly incarcerated folks and the various factors that lead to recidivism to Mitch, rather than keeping the sociopolitical lesson bound to one plot. Few superhero shows have examined their role in the carceral system, with the Flash creating his own private prison for meta humans and Oliver Queen’s interest in prison reform drying up rather quickly after he returned home himself. With a character like Mitch, it would be easy to keep things light and fluffy. Instead, Supergirl used time travel to show the long view of recidivism and the fallacy of prison-as-rehabilitation, in the space of just a few episodes.

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Ditto- A Ghost/Coco Crossover

Chapter 5- Remember Me

Chapter Summary: Hector finds something that makes his new existence a little more bearable.

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Hector watched from a distance as Coco stirred her cereal, trying to scope out all of the colorful flakes. She smiled as she pushed yet another spoonful into her mouth. Imelda looked up from her newspaper and smiled, taking a bite of toast as she returned to the headlines. Hector moved towards them and jumped onto the counter, swinging his legs and ignoring the tingling feeling when they swung through the table. He knew that Imelda would have fixed him with the familiar stern, yet good-natured stare that she always did if he was alive, but…….

Coco finished her cereal and moved to put her dishes in the sink, reaching up on tip-toe in order to reach the edge. Imelda smiled from over her newspaper as she watched her daughter, reaching down to wrap her arms around her when Coco went to hug her before retreating to her room to change for the day. Hector smiled softly as he jumped down. He moved behind Imelda, humming to himself as he read the headlines over Imelda’s shoulder. Nothing unusual, so Hector’s interest wasn’t captured for long. Upon seeing Imelda’s eyes widen over a story about a random mugging and murder in an alley, Hector said,

“Honestly, mi amor, you shouldn’t read that stuff. It’s so……depressing.”

Imelda did not respond, simply turning the page after a small head shake. She turned at the sound of giggling, and both she and Hector caught sight of Coco running out of her room, arms outstretch towards Pepita, who was trotting out of her reach. Imelda chuckled and scooped her daughter up, showering her with kisses before setting her down again. Hector smiled at the two, remembering the days when he would have wrapped his arms around the two of them, laughing as Coco would wrap her arms around his neck and Imelda would hum contentedly.

God, how he missed those days.

Imelda slung her purse over her shoulder and took Coco’s hand, leading her to the closet to help her with her coat. Hector blinked, confused. Why were they both leaving? Since he….uh…died, he found that the days and nights just blurred together, with no real distinction. With a bit of memory searching, he remembered. Today was the day Imelda promised that she would take Coco into work with her. After all, Coco very well may want to continue in the footsteps of the Riveras before her, and now was as good a time as any to introduce her to the empire her family had built. And besides, she couldn’t be left here alone anymore, especially considering that her caretaker was…..

Well…….

Imelda smiled as she finished buttoning Coco’s pink jacket and fixed her own. Hector stood dreamily in the corner, lost in memories of the life he had before.

Dios, he had everything he could have ever wanted. Yet he threw it away. Imelda was right, he was an idiot.

He didn’t move until he heard Imelda say,

“All good mi'ija? Alright, let’s go!”

Hector snapped out of his contemplation and turned just in time to see Imelda open the door and lead Coco out. HE sprinted towards the door, and his hand reached out to grab Imelda’s shoulder…..

Just in time for Imelda to shut the door in his face and on his hand.

He jumped back, yelping, but the pain one would expect with getting a door slammed on your hand did not come. Instead, he just stared in awe as his hand as it passed right through the door. Some small part of him wasn’t surprised-after all, isn’t this what ghosts did? But a much bigger part of him was horrified. Who wouldn’t be?

He took a deep breath in. As terrified as he was that he would suddenly be solid again and be stuck in the door forever, he knew that he would have to do this eventually. Closing his eyes, he thrust his hands forward.

He was certainly not expecting that.

He was expecting the usual strange tingling that came with passing through regular objects. This was that feeling magnified. He forced himself to take a step forward, his legs moving mechanically as he kept his hands outstretched. The vague thought of how ridiculous he looked crossed his mind, but he pushed it aside as he continued to move forward. The tingling spread, and Hector just felt numb. HE made the mistake of opening his eyes when the tingling reached his nose, and he was greeted with nothing but a consuming blackness, a void that threatened to swallow him whole. He clenched his teeth and continued. Dios, why was this so hard? If he was a ghost now, shouldn’t this come naturally? He persevered, and he could see the light shining through in the other side, he was so close, he was almost there, he….

He was rocketed out of his thought and the door when he could hear a key be inserted into the lock and begin to turn. He put his hands on his knees, gasping. He had no idea who was home; he assumed it was Imelda-maybe because she had forgotten something-but Imelda never forgot anything. And if she did she wouldn’t admit it. Still, she hadn’t really been herself since his death, so he glanced at the door and waited to see her face, which would undoubtedly be inched in annoyance, Coco hanging onto her hand.

He wasn’t expecting Ernesto’s face to be the one peeking behind the door.

Hector stood, dumbstruck, as Ernesto opened the door, eyes narrowed as he looked around the seemingly empty apartment. Hector regained what was left of his composure and stood, walking forward until he was face to face with Ernesto. He had to admit, seeing Ernesto here at this time of day was strange, although not strange enough to cause any real alarm. Hector cocked his head to the side and studied his friend’s face.

“Ernesto, why are you here? Did you forget-”

He managed to sidestep just in time in order to avoid having Ernesto step through him. Ernesto moved purposefully forward, his brows furrowed in concentration. Hector followed him, more curious than anything. Ernesto stayed silent, moving towards the closet where Imelda had stored the “keep” box, although Hector continued to add his commentary to no one in particular.

“What could you need in there, Ernesto? You already took my guitar-which Imelda didn’t seem to notice-but now what? You want my wedding ring, too?”

Ernesto continued to walk towards the closet, pulling the door open and propping the box on his knee. He rummaged through, and before Hector could comment, he pulled out what he was looking for with a triumphant snort.

Hector’s songbook.

Ernesto closed the box and put it back in the closet, closing the door and making his way out, smirking and flipping through the book. Hector was speechless, looking over his amigo’s shoulder as he looked at the loopy scrawl that greeted him at every page. Why on Earth would Ernesto need his songbook? Before he could inquire, however, Ernesto raised his head and spoke-seemingly to the air-although Hector couldn’t help but feel the that the blunt of his words were directed at him.

“You know, I wish you had had the songbook on you when you died. It would have made all of this a lot easier.”

Hector’s brows furrowed, and he was so caught up in his contemplation that he barely registered the slam of the door as Ernesto exited.

He was still there when Imelda and Coco came back home.

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“Goodnight, mi'ija. I’m glad you enjoyed coming into work with me today.”

Imelda smiled down at Coco, who was all tucked into bed. Her braids hung by her ears, and she looked lovingly up at her mother as Imelda bent down to kiss her.

“Si Mama, it was so fun! It was nice to see Tio Phillipe and Tio Oscar.”

Imelda smiled as she stroked Coco’s hair.

“Yes, and they were very happy to see you. They can’t wait for you to come back.”

Coco hummed in response and rolled over, curling in on herself as Imelda stood, smiling. She walked out of the room, and on the way towards the door, she passed Hector, who was leaned in the corner with his arms crossed, smile on his face. Imelda exited, and he made his way over to Coco’s bedside, crouching and looking at curled-up form of his little girl. This was the first bedtime he had attended since his death, and he still felt the sting of regret as he remembered-once again-that he wouldn’t be able to be there for her when she needed it. At least he could be there to watch over her.

At least he could watch his mi'ija grow up.

Suddenly, Coco raised her head from her pillow, and propped herself up onto her arm.

“Okay Papa, I’m ready now.”

Hector’s eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned forward. What was she saying? What did she want him to do? A spark of hope ignited in his chest. Could she see him? Did she know he was there? Before he would say anything, however, Coco’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Sing for me, Papa. Please.”

Hector sat dumbstruck for a second, then gave a soft smile. His mi'ija wanted him to sing for her. Like he always did. Well, despite the fact that they existed on entirely different plains, he obliged.

“Anything for you, mi'ija.”

He began, his voice growing in strength as he sang. Even if she could not hear, he would sing. He would sing for her, and he would do so until he faded from existence.

“Know that I’m with you the only way that I can be….Until you’re in my arms again……”

Hector sang, and he swept himself into the song. He put everything he had into the song-everything he wished he could say to Coco, every apology, every sonnet of love-everything he had bottled up inside. He got so caught up in the song that he did not notice a small voice, unsure at first but growing, join his.

“Remember me…..”

Hector finally heard the voice, and looked around in disbelief.

No, it couldn’t be. It’s not possi-

His eyes landed on Coco, little Coco, who was staring up with the biggest eyes full of wonder and happiness that Hector had ever seen. He stared at her, waiting. Waiting for the moment to end, waiting for Coco to shake her head and go back to sleep, dismissing it all as a dream.

But that moment did not come.

Instead, Coco continued to stare directly at him, little eyes wide and shining and boring right into his. She raised her arms, smiled, and said, in the sweetest voice Hector had ever heard,

“Papa!”

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I love my mutuals!

I am in a good mood today and felt like showing how grateful I am for my mutuals. If you’re looking for new blogs to follow, try some of these! I’ll add a short description of the blog to try and save you time. I say “a lot” quite a bit in here and while normally I would fix it, I hope you understand that this took awhile so I don’t exactly feel motivated to. If you got tagged in this, you totally don’t have to do anything back! Don’t feel obligated to! I just want to share my friends! Please feel free to let me know if you want to be taken off the list or if something I said offended you, I really just want to share you in the best of light with my followers. If you want to be my mutual, for whatever reason, just message me something! Send me a post you think I’d like, send me a joke, ask me a question, I don’t care! I love having people to talk to, I just suck at starting conversations.

@nishikinico - Lots of Love Live, anime in general, tons of memes, and commentary on social issues. They make mixes of Love Live songs and all their work is super, check them out! They have a search function on their blog and if you type in “mix” it’ll come up with a lot of cool stuff they’ve made!

@satanstolemyblog - This is one of my IRL buddies. He posts a lot of video game related stuff but also a lot of comedy stuff. He’s a super cool dude. I also live with him so if you like my blog there’s a high chance you’ll like his.

@sasquatch-penetration - I totally forget how or why my and Kieran became mutuals but they post a lot of funny stuff and if I’m in a bad mood and just looking for laughs I tend to go to their blog and just scroll on it endlessly.

@aceserena - Me and Serena played LoL together awhile ago! Lots of gaming, jokes, and some cute stuff too! High quality. 10/10 would duo again. Overall super chill and they’re one of the few mutuals I’ve interacted with.

@artoria-official - Lots of anime, lots of gaming, lots of...are you picking up on the theme of who I follow and who follows me? I’ve only interacted with them once but they were super friendly and helpful! They didn’t make me feel awkward about reaching out despite the lack of any small talk or lead into the conversation so they’re obviously a good person!

@alanshitpostsandgames - Lots and lots of Pokemon! Pokemon being one of my main hobbies pretty much anyone with quality Pokemon posts is worth a follow in my book. They post a lot of silly stuff too. I only recently started to follow them but they’ve put up with me for awhile so clearly they have good taste.

@iamhedwig915 - Another of my IRL friends. They post a lot of comedy stuff and in general are just super nice. I lived with them for over a year and I can’t honestly say anything negative about them. They were just such a sweet person and one of the best roommates.

@so-hufflepunk - This is my girlfriend. Going off of messenger and nothing else, she’s tied for 1st for my most interacted with. She posts a lot of cute funny things and I just love her a lot and most of my sense of humor comes from her. If you want my blog to have cute stuff instead of anime, she’s your girl! She’s actually my girl but she’s your blog! Actually it’s her blog but you should follow her!

@theblackwitchworld - Lots of Madoka and Love Live. Madoka was one of the first animes that I got to sit down and watch with friends. It’s one of the biggest ties I have to one of my best friends. Meanwhile, Love Live is my favorite anime and probably the only anime they I have ever been actively invested in. So when I found a blog with both, it only made sense to follow them! 0 clue why they follow me tho

@suprememeep - We met during a Splatfest in Splatoon! Our group did super well with like 20+ wins. We found each other on Tumblr after that and have followed each other sense! If you were active in the Neko Atsume fandom, they created Glunkus and Hobo! They’re super friendly and I love interacting with them, even if it’s less than I’d like.

@daeronsingollo - I forget how or why we started following each other, but they reply to a lot of my posts and whenever I interact with them it’s super enjoyable! They post a lot of Pokemon, art, and cute things! I love their blog a lot and it’s one of the more aesthetically pleasing blogs I follow.

@theamazingpants - Another IRL person. Me and Pants have been friends since 2010 or 2011. He’s probably one of my closest friends and I really care about him. He posts a lot of anime and gaming, surprise. He’s one of those people that you could never see yourself befriending nowadays, but because of the history, it just keeps working. <3

@flailmorpho - Me and Flail met on the Anivia tag! We both mained Anivia for a long time, it being our main common interest. Lots of comedy, gaming, and commentary. Super nice overall and I highly recommend them if you’re looking for someone chill to follow.

@luccario8 - I think me and Luccario also met over on the Anivia tag. They post a lot of gaming stuff as well as comedy. Interactions with them are always super pleasant and I can’t do anything but praise them. Check them out!

@dustyshark - Another comedy blog I follow! They post a lot of happy stuff and only top quality jokes. I super love their blog and steal a lot of the jokes they reblog. They have amazing content and if you want more humor in your life I recommend heading over there.

@hornlessquipster - IRL friend and my gf’s roommate for 2 years now. They are LITERALLY the nicest person I know. They have offered me a place to stay when times were tough, they are always sticking their neck out for others, they are involved in so much stuff I literally do not know how they continue to function. They are super great and I love them.

@nitrogennightmare - I follow a lot more IRL people than I thought. This is one of my best friends. They post a lot of comedy, music, and aesthetic stuff. We vent to each other a lot, but because we both stink at staying in touch with people, mainly me, we’ve lost touch recently. They are super laid back and I love them

@captaincrunchmakesmebleed - Anime and Comedy. This is one of the blogs I’ve followed and loved for a long time. I made them fanart once! They just came back from being dead for awhile. I really looked up to their blog for a long time and reblog a lot of stuff from them. Easily one of my favorite blogs on this hellsite.

@spooksbot - I LOVE SPOOKS! While we don’t interact a lot I love following them, all of our interests are pretty much the same, and they are in general a super nice person. Their blog is a lot of fun and the interact with people a lot via open reply posts. They are a super cool person. We played Overwatch once together but the time difference is killer :/ HIGH RECOMMEND

@killer-x-queen - A super funny blog! We interacted a lot back in the day and they were always so kind and nice. They had a post that was like “send me your best pickup lines” and I just kept sending them the shittiest puns I could think of. I was having a lot of fun with them. They are a great person <3

@zioketski - Lots of humor and Pokemon! At this point none of you should be surprised as to why I follow people. This is one of the mutuals I have where we don’t interact but like and reblog each others things! Their blog is quality.

@cecilia-hatake - We’re getting far down my list now, into the realm of people I’ve been following for like...4+ years now. They post a lot of anime and I know I’ve interacted with them in the past. They have a lot of quality posts but their blog has been dead for a year :(

@bottaw - An IRL friend again! Will is one of the closest friends I made at college and is one of the most, if not the most, caring individual I know. He has a lot of video games and gem things on his blog. Will may not be one my longest friends...but he is one of the oldest ;P

@zanaea - Alright this motherfucker right here. Where the fuck do I start. We have been friends since 2009. Easily in my top 5 friends, probably 1st tbh. Joe and I have been through some shit and have been there for each other every single time. They have a lot of Pokemon, Video Game, Anime, Comedy, aesthetic, they have it all. I love this kid. I would give my money, the shirt off my back, my first born, and my life to keep them safe. They may not be perfect, but I’ll be damned if someone tries to say they don’t give it their all.

@thepunkin-king - Matt is one of my oldest friends, like, over 15 years now. We met in elementary school, I wanna say 1st grade so 2001. His blog is dead but this kid was one of the best friends I have ever had. I don’t even know how to explain his blog since I haven’t visited it since I followed him back in like 2012/2013, but he is a cool dude. We keep in touch on FB, but barely.

#Love these people #you're all great #I'm sorry if we aren't mutuals and that makes you sad :(#mutuals

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your askbox seems crowded with johnroxycallie asks today. welllll sorry im going to add another one to the pile! i am intrigued! i used to ship johnroxy because it seemed real & cute but i moved to roxycallie when it was canon. but this is interesting?? sooo im interested but not sold. give me your best sales pitch for this new ot3 and adopt me into that good good 4 person fold?

Okay here’s why I like it.

To start you have to understand my salty relationship with Roxy’s bisexuality. I basically wrote my own god damn narrative for it in my own head because I am just so over homestuck’s completely unwillingness to give women arcs relating to their sexuality. Womens’ queerness is always something treated by the narrative as obvious and unworthy of commentary or exploration or any element of revelation/self-discovery or even an iota of reflection or struggle, which is especially FRUSTRATING when they’ve been shown struggling with the queerness of OTHERS. It’s that last part that gets me w Roxy -- I especially hate this with Roxy specifically because her relationship with Dirk was so very fucking fraught with her being bitter at him for being gay and thus unwilling to be with her. Roxy was aggressive about her attraction to Jake and Dirk and I would have really liked to see SOMETHING about like. The narrative there after she meets Callie, especially when Callie expressly tells Roxy that her species can’t experience human romance and blah blah blah blah there are so many things I would have loved to know more about re Roxy and her sexuality but this post is already going to be long so enough said about how mad I am about this specifically

The way I’ve settled on it for my own peace of mind is that Roxy went after Dirk and Jake most aggressively because she had the “save the human species” thing held up as the banner of like, the most important thing she could do to the exclusion of most else. Couple that with her being upset at Dirk for being gay and you get a workable explanation for her suppressing her own bisexuality and being so exuberantly performatively straight.

So. Callie is the only person outside the other alpha kids that Roxy has had this lifelong close relationship/bond with. They have a conversation where they basically gal pal each other aggressively, with Callie saying her species can’t do redrom/human romance and Roxy being cagey about whether she’d reciprocate because Callie is basically telling her there’s no point to the thought exercise and who likes rejection?? but Roxy is the one who brings it up and is clearly fishing to see if Callie likes her likes her and blah blah blah people have been shipping RoxyCallie long before credits video because of all this, the ring, etc. The closeness of their relationship and the mutual “if only this could work it could be so good” narrative there like all right.

Then, John. There’s an element to Roxy’s attraction to John that’s rooted in that instinctive thing she has going on that you can see on display in their first meeting, where she sees A Dude and immediately does her mental calculus to determine hey here is A Dude, he’s kind of cute, he’s maybe not gay and/or off-limits b/c my best friend has a huge messy crush on him. And it would be real easy to weigh the scales here and go full RoxyCallie if that were the sum and parts of their relationship, but like, here’s the thing -- it’s not.

I just cannot let go of John and Roxy as the sole survivors of the Game Over timeline. Roxy is Callie’s beacon of optimistic hope, Roxy is the one who acts to save Callie and preserve her in the alpha timeline (with John’s help -- John gives Roxy the ring after all. I like that detail in the full scope of them being a Unit in the future.) But JOHN plays that role for Roxy. Roxy watches Rose die and is ready to sit down and throw in the towel. She tells John straight up that her only plan going forward after this is to accept her fate and bury her mom and wait for her miserable doomed timeline to end and take her with it. John is the one who convinces her there might be a better way, there might be hope. JOHN is the one who acts to preserve Roxy’s existence in the alpha timeline. I really love the parallel between Roxy bringing Callie back from the brink of oblivion and John bringing Roxy back from the same via the same mechanism that allows John to get the ring that allows Roxy to bring Callie back in the first place. That is a really tidy loop and I like it a lot.

So, Roxy in Earth C with a boy she likes and has a connection with that literally no one else can understand because no one else went through Game Over, no one else has this dissonant experiences that might not mesh 100% with the people they love, no one else has this potential imposter syndrome. I love the idea of Roxy and John bonding over that and have never really been willing to give it up. I love the idea of Roxy coming to understand that her infatuation with the idea of A Boy, Any Boy and the future she wanted so bad were products of trauma and really examining that and then realizing she fell for John legitimately, that she genuinely finds him charming

Simultaneously, Roxy in Earth C with the alien girl she’s had a crush on for like probably forever, and now she’s free of the burden she always assumed she had to repopulate the human race. Also her entire family is queer and she’s free to explore her own feelings with that context. Maybe to accept that her feelings for Jane were never purely platonic (and her feelings for Callie certainly never were) and half her frustration at Dirk was that he insisted on being “true” to himself while Roxy never felt she could be and imposed straightness on herself out of obligation to the human race. That could make a girl bitter, right? (I have so many god damn feelings about Roxy and Dirk reconciling post-canon)

And here’s Callie with her insistence that cherubs can’t experience redrom, too. Except now she’s living on Earth C with, for example, Karkat, a troll who absolutely experiences romantic feelings the same way humans do despite all his species lore stating Trolls Can’t Feel Like That. And now Callie has eternity to explore HER feelings -- and we know part of why Callie just accepted that she couldn’t experience flushed/human romance is because she didn’t think anyone would ever love her like that anyway, right? She thought she was hideous and unloveable. Well now she’s here on Earth C and there’s no way Roxy is going to go on letting her believe that. And without that holding her back from exploring the way she REALLY feels, you can see a path to Callie allowing herself to experience emotions she never thought she could.

And all of these are positive things and wonderful things for these people to learn about themselves and about each other.

Roxy caught between the boy she fell for on her journey and the girl she fell for long before her journey even started, just having this realization like, everyone is doing what they want here, this is our universe and our earth and our society and our rules, and she’s kind of unofficially dating them both for awhile but not committing labels-wise to either until eventually she’s just like fuck it??? Here’s how I feel, now how about you??? And I cannot imagine Callie protesting Roxy loving them both or someone else loving Roxy as much as she does, and John’s relationship with romance throughout Homestuck is so bemused and ???? and exploratory, I imagine he’s like well this is kinda weird is this like a troll thing and Roxy is like no this is just an us thing and they deal with it

John and Callie have already been spending tons of time with each other throughout and again, as I referenced in an earlier post, there’s some initial awkwardness that settles out into a balanced arrangement and Callie and John both love Roxy and care about each other very much.

Also like, until there actually is some kind of epilogue that does more with John’s current depression arc and ties in the Masterpiece with everything, I like this alternate reality where John has someone who understands him in a way really no one else can there for him when his shit starts to go south, I like the idea of there being an entire long ass subplot where John tries to isolate himself and Roxy is instrumental in not allowing that to happen, I like Callie’s cheer in the face of her own blisteringly unforgiving history and reality being an inspiration for John, I like a lot of things that canon as it stands doesn’t have a satisfying character-driven arc for at the moment.

And, you know, to cap all this off, I really just like JohnRoxyCallie as an acknowledgement that bisexual woman are not “less” for liking boys, that bisexual woman don’t “count” unless they are exclusively with women, and that bisexual people in real life who ship bisexual characters with people of opposite/other genders are not somehow betraying the queer community by doing so, while simultaneously not sacrificing a potential f/f romance for a m/f one.

The LGBT community’s relationship with bisexual women is MY pet issue, because obviously I’m a bi woman, and there’s obviously an element of that going on as well. It bothers me with the treatment of a lot of fandom/homestuck’s bisexual women (this frenzy by queer fandom to erase every relationship a bisexual woman ever had with a man as being not real or not valid for x, y, z reasons while Straight Fandom is over there doing the same thing, but opposite) but Roxy is by far the Homestuck Canon Bisexual Woman I personally care about the most so SHRUG that’s why you get a million words of my feelings

Anyway that’s why I like them

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