#i go to sleepy at 11 so.... hehe

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bedtime stories

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader prev -> feed the fire | next -> crazy little thing words: 2.4k summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where night shift with him runs late, but you don't mind at all. You won’t admit a lot of things to Luke Castellan, but perhaps he knows something you don’t. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader warnings: none, banter and fluff on a night shift a/n: Introducing luke castellan x trouble!reader… this is just gonna be ongoing blurbs and one shots of an idea in my head (and my latest hyperfixation) reader is essentially reformed unhinged bitch now camp mom and it’s enemies to friends to lovers. Working through reading the pjo series hehe (posted 1/16/24, beta’ed by the lovely @ttulipwritezz @mrsaluado & @lixzey thank you bunches)

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Dragging your feet across the dirt of the forest floor, you sigh to yourself in the quiet night air. It’s gonna be another long night and with the beep on your digital watch, you blearily peer at the time and sigh. Almost 11. Swaying slightly, you whistle a familiar tune as your nimble hands straighten out the deck chairs near the firepit, pick up trash to toss into the receptacle, and turn off the lights in the dining hall. All on the way to check Cabin 7, mind you, and the Apollo kids will undoubtedly loop you into singing a song with them before you shut the lights off and close the curtains.

Gods, your dad is definitely gonna hear about this in the morning.

It’s not like Mr. D ever really cares, or listens, more focused on droning on about missing his wife and playing pinochle even when you rattle off his…your to-do list for the week to keep Camp Half-Blood running and the younger demigods in mostly one piece. Honestly, he should be grateful he has you, and even if he is, he’ll never let you hear it.

At least you’re Chiron’s favorite.

A shadow passes your field of view, and before you can rub at your sleepy eyes, strong hands pin you to the side of a tree on the dirt path you were supposed to take across camp.

Sorry, let’s correct that—you’re one of Chiron’s favorites. The other all-star camper stares at you like you’re a three-headed dog under the beam of his flashlight.

“Just me, Castellan,” you grumble, a bit winded as you blink harshly at the bright light. “Still doing checks.”

“You’re losing your touch. You making a habit of going to bed late?” Luke smirks, and it’s actually annoying how he always looks like he knows something you don’t.

“You always pin campers to trees?”

“Just the pretty ones.” His smirk turns into a sly grin that makes you roll your eyes.

“Okay loser, I’ve got cabins to check,” you drone as you push off from the tree. “6 cut into my time after staying there longer than I had to. The little ones kept asking these otherworldly philosophical questions and Annabeth just laughed at me while I tried to not pluck my eyelashes out one by one.”

Your clipboard taps lightly against your hip despite the aggression in your voice and Luke laughs much like his little sister, a burst of sunlight overflowing into the dreary and mundane. Your lips quirk upward before you can stop and remind yourself of who you’re talking to. The tall boy reaches behind him to scratch the nape of his neck and sighs, sucking at his teeth.

“You’re always doing the most, huh?”

“Who else is going to, my dad? He’s probably already out like a light.” Once, you found your dad asleep at his desk after dinner, snoring loudly instead of keeping watch. You started taking more night shifts after that.

“Well, no. You know I’m here to help you, even if you’ll never admit it.” Luke extends a hand to you so it’s easier to navigate the step back onto the dirt-trodden path, but there’s no fun in that, so you hop around him and start walking away. The sound of his footsteps fall and match yours as he follows you, both in tandem like the sound of a steady heartbeat.

“The day you catch me admitting anything about you is the day the Underworld freezes over. You should know that by now.”

“Woooooow, so I don’t get a thank you for singing the Apollo kids to sleep? You should’ve seen the look on their faces when I walked in and not you. They ended the song pretty quickly after I opened my mouth to croak out a chorus,” he says, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth and nudging your side as you both laugh.

He’s a terrible singer, to be honest. Not even the Fates would’ve expected that from someone who otherwise seems like a perfect boy. Sometimes you wonder what he’s done in a past life to have it so easy–to look like he’s been chiseled by Michelangelo, have the athletic prowess of ten Spartan soldiers, and the heart of a hero only legends could get right. He’s probably the closest thing to an actual hero here at camp. You often find yourself looking at him in hopes of finding a crack in the porcelain of his perfection, but any fault of his seems to just build up his endurance in his quest for glory.

Maybe that’s why your dad doesn’t like him, his aspirations for something greater than the camp that’s kept you safe all these years, though the multiple complaints and headaches the both of you have given him as squabbling teenagers must’ve added onto that. Sometimes, though, the way he helps ease your load prods a funny feeling you do your best not to acknowledge in your stomach. Luke walks ahead shining the flashlight onto the dark path so you both don’t trip. It’s there now, at the sight of him offering an arm for you to latch onto to hop over fallen branches.

Mental note: tell the satyrs to move that in the morning.

As you hurdle over the brambles, you let go immediately after you steady your feet, moving his hand that’s holding the flashlight back towards the path with no other words. You are your father’s daughter after all, and he knows this—stubborn and your name have the same face.

Moving further towards your destination, the light reveals a teenage couple entangled within each other’s arms at the base of a tree out there for everyone to see in the moonlight.

“Jeez, guys, alright— pack it up, wrap it up! Could’ve at least found somewhere private… It’s curfew already, if I see you two again it’s a citation.”

The boy blushes and mumbles an apology to you, scurrying back to cabin 7, and you raise an eyebrow at a sheepish son of Hermes who swears they were all in their beds when he was singing to them.

“I don’t wanna go back to my cabin, all the boys are gross…” the girl whines, cheeks flushed from embarrassment as she flutters her eyelashes at you and Luke. You sigh. What has the world come to that young demigods are entrusted to the care of two people who barely consider themselves adults?

“Well, if you’re still in 11 with this one,” you simper, blatantly pointing at Luke, “I can’t blame you. He’s gross. Come by mine tomorrow and I’ll get you privacy curtains, okay? Trust me Yvonne, you don’t think boys are all that gross if you like kissing them.”

She nods, smiling charmingly at the two of you, before brushing past Luke and winking, “See you inside!”

Your head swivels to look at Luke with a coy expression, “There’s no way she’s not an Aphrodite.”

Luke huffs as he clicks his flashlight on and off. His hands are always fidgeting, always searching for something to do. He’s more like his dad than he thinks, carrying the quieter traits of quick fingers and more obvious ones like his constant search for amusement. Talking to you consistently satiates that itch.

“Aphrodite isn’t the only god that attracts attractive people, you know.”

“Oh? Do tell, because if she’s one of you, your cabin’s gonna be extra trouble,” your mouth curves into a smile, and he thinks he likes it more when you’re trying to be mean to him like this because the back and forth between you two is a comfort Luke cherishes. The words have lost their bite over the years, and there are no more cuts and bruises besides an occasional wounded ego, but it’s still entertaining, to say the least. He can’t imagine a day without hearing the teasing lilt of your voice, always easy to prod at and always wanting to have the last word.

“My dad is the god of thieves and messengers. We’re fast, smart, charming, and also good-looking. Do the math.”

“Also apparently the ones with the biggest egos, but okay.” There it is. He shoves you and you trip over your own feet falling fast.

“Hey! Jerk.”

“Definitely a daughter of Dionysus, crazy as always, and clumsy too.” Luke’s nose crinkles at the sight of your crumpled frame.

“Your hand is like the size of my face, what the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”

A fleeting thought in the back of your mind reasons that maybe violence is the answer, but he’s still not finished making fun of you even after he helps you up.

“And vulgar! What a shocker.”

“Ugh. You better hope your dad stops populating because if there’s any more that come here and act like you? I’m quitting.”

Luke watches you gaze at the heavens, probably looking for a fuck to give and he snickers at how easily you give in nowadays. Maybe he’s the one losing his touch—usually you’d put up more of a fight to argue.

“You wouldn’t. You love this job. Camp. S’why you’re not as fun anymore, Trouble.”

A noise of agreement leaves you as you glare at him and the stupid nickname back from when you used to wreak havoc just because you could, a direct juxtaposition to the honorary position you hold today. Finally following him up the front steps of Cabin 11, Luke opens the door and beckons you in, pushing at your hip with his knuckles.

Checking this place last has become a habit with Luke helping you out, and all the kids—Hermes’, minor gods’, and unclaimed, love it when you come to stop by before lights out. They especially loved the later bedtime, but hugs and cool stories from you were a close second.

“Everyone good and ready for bed in here? Sorry it took so long guys,” you say, visually scanning the perimeter and matching faces to bunks, seeing them all settled beneath their sheets, all except for one Luke Castellan. He’s still leaning against the doorframe, breath grazing your shoulder as he hands you a copy of his log from the other cabins he kindly relieved you from.

“What, no bedtime story this time?” He says through hooded eyes, and though he won’t admit it, he adores the sound of your voice. Luke does anything he can to get your attention to hear it more. It almost has a calming effect on him, and maybe it’s the fact that your dad can cause and cure madness, anxiety, and all alike, so something in him believes you do the same, powers or not. One look from him has you sputtering out snarky remarks; different strategies, same results—works every time.

“Castellan…” He grins at the look on your face, and tiny voices pop up from around the cabin, all asking for a bedtime story. Chris even starts a chant from his top bunk, making you want to hurl your clipboard at his head. Hypnos is calling your name at this point, and you’d do anything to crawl into your own safe haven in Cabin 12, but your heartstrings pull at the sight of the little ones pouting, hoping for you to tuck them in with a blanket of comforting words and stories of something more than what these walls meagerly provide. Camp Half-Blood only keeps them safe for so long, and not a lot of them make it out of here alive. You and Luke both know that being two of the oldest at camp, and his smug expression as he settles into his bed is confirmation that you’re about to give in.

“Fine. One quick story, and then everyone goes to sleep okay? Who wants to sit on the floor with me?”

You take your place sitting on the ground next to the foot of Luke’s bunk as he lays upside down on the twin-sized mattress, peering at you through one open eye as the younger children, mostly the unclaimed ones—drag their blankets and form a circle in the middle of the room, waiting patiently for you to start enchanting them with something to occupy their tired minds. Acting— that’s the gift your father had to give you; this time you decide to tell the story of Atalanta and the golden apples, how she ran from love and it still found her in the end, and how some stories can have good endings, despite what’s often found in Greek legend.

Multiple tired eyes droop closed as you finish the story and carry the ones who’ve fallen into Hypnos’ embrace back into their bunks, tucking them in with kisses on their foreheads and it leaves you with a warm feeling that will help you brave the chill on your walk back.

Admittedly, this next part is your favorite part on nights like these. The overflowing cabin of rowdy pranksters and babbling children is as quiet as the secret you hold close to your heart, tiptoeing back towards Luke’s space and draping his blanket over his muscular frame, exhausted from another day of trying to achieve greatness. Your hand brushes a dark curl away from his forehead, fingertips ghosting his pale skin like a kiss you’d never have the guts to give. With everything you have in you, you summon thoughts of serenity and peace, hoping whatever keeps him up at night lets him rest for even a few hours. You don’t pray often, finding yourself spiting your father instead of honoring him on most days, but in the dim light of Cabin 11, you find yourself making time to do so for a pain in your ass called Luke Castellan.

Perhaps he knows something you don’t after all, the crease in his forehead relaxing as you pull your fingertips away.

“Sweet dreams, angelface.”

Mental note: Put his ass to work tomorrow for falling asleep halfway through the story.

It’ll only give him another excuse to ask you to tell it again a few nights later. You find yourself not minding that, a sliver of a smile pulling at your face as you walk towards the door and shut the lights off, a sleeping son of Hermes illuminated by the gentle shine of the moon.

You’d never admit that, though.

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“you steady me and stir me

all at once.”

-Tanya Wright

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REUNION SEX

SUMMARY: Seokjin has been now out from his military service, but he has buried himself with work and you miss him, miss sex.

PAIRINGS: Husband Jin x wife reader.

WORD COUNT: 1.7K

SMUT WARNINGS: Titty sucking over clothes, oral (m,f), fingering, riding, emotional sex at the end lmao, reader is called names( jagi, slut, whore), cum eating.

A/n: yeas, I'm back Hehe lol I hope you like this one I'll get better next time but I hope you like this.

It's been two days since Seokjin has been discharged from his military service, Minjun your son hasn't been happier when he finally knew his dad wouldn't go back, your husband used to come back in between for a couple of days and leave again.

Minjun was about six months old when Jin knew he had to leave and he was not happy to leave his son, you and the army but soon accepting he went ahead and served the country perfectly, occasionally posting on Instagram and Weverse and telling army's he's doing great and is eager to come back and perform.

It's almost 11 pm when Minjun gets ready for his bedtime after playing with his dad for a long time. Jin being the best dad and husband takes over the night duties and puts his son to sleep so till then you could get all ready for bed as well.

About your sex life it's been a while since you've been intimate with him so it is dry and now seeing him all bulked up has your hormones raging up, his shoulders are now lean not that they were in perfect shape but it's just something is stirring up in your mind, his abs are more Prominent and can be even seen over his shirt if he straightened up.

You have nasty thoughts about your husband in the shower while Seokjin also gets ready for bed, a white shirt with grey sweatpants hangs low on his slim waist and when you come out you gasp a bit to see him look this hot.

You both soon get on the bed cuddling each other while you lay your head on his hard chest and your legs all over him, you ignore the feeling of his length on your inner thighs and hum on the things he's saying, his long fingers are tangled on your hair, and he fiddles with them, and you sigh at this feeling.

"Jagi...?" Your husband calls you out of your thoughts and you look out for him and smile and ask him what's wrong "Are you sleepy? should I stop talking?" Seokjin hesitates, thinking he is keeping you up and he knows you are tired from all day keeping up with Minjun taking care of him and also looking after him.

"No Jin don't worry it's all right it's just something going in my head for a while, but it's nothing I know you must be tired we can sleep," you tell him in a low voice and motioning to detach from him, but you get pulled back and now he hovers above you and gasp.

"Tell me baby, what's wrong?" Jin said now completely serious, and you sighed and looked everywhere but him, his arms had now trapped you and you raised your hands and held onto his biceps and rose a bit so could kiss his plum lips and once again you fell for this man all over again.

"Nothing Jin, it's just I miss you, I miss sex, but I don't want to pressure you into it I know you are still tired from the service and all the events you can rest" you tell him and caress his bicep with your thumb and feel him.

"Jagi you could've just told me about it, you know it right I would never turn you down, I'm sorry I haven't been giving you time love, but this pussy for sure misses me, right baby? Jin teases and you nod while giving him a big smile at his teasing.

Jin slowly bends down so he can kiss your lips and you make space for him in between your legs and his now hard length is pressed against your core. The kisses shared are passionate between you and him and you bite out a moan when you feel his hands sneaking up to your clothed breast.

Your nipples harden when Seokjin's fingers circle them and you twitch in his arms because of sensitivity, the short satin gown does a poor job of hiding the print of your nipples and Seokjin bends down just so he comes face to face and licks and sucks you over the fabric, the print is more visible as it is now wet.

"Seokjin please, need more" You gasp at his teasing while he chuckles and stops his antics and is now welcomed by the red lace underwear you decided to wear just in case something would happen, and you didn't want him to be greeted by the normal ones and mentally smile about it.

Your husband smiles at the sight of his favourite red panties coming into his vision and wasting no time he pushes them to the side and rubs the ball of your clit "Try to stay calm y/n I know it's been a while" he says observing your sensitivity and timidness when you try to close your legs.

Nodding at him he gets right back to your pussy occasionally spitting, licking, sucking and slurping your juices and you try your best to stay calm and not make much Noice but you end up failing miserably when his long slender finger enters you "Such a tight fit Jagi, I don't think you can take my dick....already stressing over my finger" just like that his teasing never stops which throws you over the edge and you come silently.

"Such a slut Jagi" he tsks and removes his fingers from your heat and sucks them and hums "So sweet" You stay there breathless for a second until he undresses, and you remove your gown and panties, your eyes bore down at his luscious red tip oozing out some precum and you swear you feel your mouth water.

So, you take matters into your own hands, just when Jin hovers above you, holding on to his bicep you shift him so now you are the one above him and Jin chuckles and gets ready for what is coming for him.

Kissing his lips you go down his neck and paint a few purple hues and your fingers tease his length which is now in between you and your husband, he tries to refrain from moaning and only settles with hums, Seokjin guides you where he needs you the most, yes, his beautiful girthy, thick length and veins prominent and those plum balls, there's a patch of hair at the base but you don't mind and think it makes him 10x hotter than he already is.

You start off by laying kittenish kisses and licks on his length and then going to suck his tip, you hum when the taste of his precum hits your tongue, and you make a mess by spitting on him again, your husband grabs on your hair and tries to signal you that he needs more and wanted to hear you gag around it.

"The best baby, yeah just like that," Seokjin says as his hands now fall on the bed, and you continue to gag over him "So big baby, can feel it in my throat," you tell him to boast his ego feeling few tears falling from your eyes and Seokjin moans at the compliment.

"Yeah, baby just like that Jagi.... right there, I'm going to cum" your husband groans feeling his orgasm hit and then that's when you decide to be cruel and get your mouth off him, "Jagi I'm not even kidding I was so fucking close," Jin says disappointed and you hover over him and sit on his abs and bring your finger on his lips "Be quiet baby, let me do it my way tonight yeah?" you tell him in most sluty way.

Smirking he only nods and lets you do whatever you want, and you rise up just a bit so now that his tip kisses your hole and you gasp and try to take him fully, once you adjust you shriek out because of the stretch and Seokjin groans at the tightness it feels like his dick has been suffocated and you slowly start to bounce, your own hands coming up to play with your tits while his hands come up on your waist and you scream out real loud because of his tip hitting your sweet spot "Yeah baby faster" Jin gasps feeling himself come closer to his release.

"Argh fuck baby right there feels so good, dick so good" You talk to him and chase your high that's when Seokjin pulls you down to his chiselled chest and guides your hips, you feel your eyes water at his move and your right hands comes up to his face to grab and you silently say you miss him and missed this feeling, and your tears finally run down your cheek and you both come at the same time, his cum painting your walls.

"Y/n? Baby, are you okay? I missed you too Jagi like a lot" Jin says his hands now caressing your back "Yeah just missed you a lot and now that you are here it feels so much better" you tell him, and he smiles like a fool and kisses your forehead, after spending a while with his length still inside, you sigh and feel good until it was time for you to get up and clean as you both are sticky from the sex and you both need a bath.

While Seokjin gets up first to prepare a bath for both of you, feeling the cum drip from your pussy, with a wild move you try to collect and suck it off your fingers and give him a wink while you are at it, and he smirks collectively and tsks "so messy baby" and giving him an offended look you tell him it is better than staining the bedsheets.

"Sure, Jagi make excuses, such a whore for it"......

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Could we get a whole blurb of playing with Spencer's hair? Maybe with some sleepy Spencer since that's your specialty <3

summary/prompt + genre - Spencer loves having his hair played with; you love playing with his hair. What a match! | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 352

notes - sleepy spencer!!1!!!11!!! i was worried i was writing about him too much but oof ill never pass up the opportunity hehe. kinda short one today bc spencer isnt the only one thats tired rn

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After a long case, Spencer just needs to be with you. It's become a routine of sorts, and tonight is no different: cuddling on the couch first thing after he got home late.

He lays on top of you, head on your chest. His breath fans against your collarbone, right next to where his long hair is splayed out across your skin, falling over his face no matter how often you brush it away. You watch him intently, admiring his droopy eyes and relaxed, tired features.

Your hand brushes through his hair, twirling a strand around your finger gently. Occasionally, your hand moves up to rub soft circles into his scalp, the feeling making him practically melt.

"Sleepy?" You mumble, but you already know the answer. "You ready to go to bed?"

"Wanna spend time with you." He hums in disagreement, nestling further into you. He tilts his head up to meet your eyes. Yours soften at his response.

You missed each other while he was away, phone calls and texts just weren't enough. You'd spend the whole rest of the night (and all of eternity) with him if you could, but you know he needs his rest.

"There's always tomorrow, angel." Your voice is soft, fitting. You lean in to kiss his forehead, the love you have for him almost overwhelming. He doesn't look convince, so you're left with no choice. The hand in his hair scratches gently at his scalp, and he grumbles. Unfair.

Playing with his hair never fails to knock him out, the sensation so relaxing and comforting that it lulls him to sleep within minutes. If he didn't love it, love you, he'd say that you know him too well. He yawns, and he doesn't even have to look at you to know you're smiling smugly. Maybe he knows you too well, too.

"...Tomorrow?" He concedes, deciding that falling asleep doesn't sound so bad after all. Not when you're holding him like this, taking care of him so well. He smiles, your voice being the last thing he hears before he drifts into sleep.

"I'll be there."

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Worth the Risk - Jack Delroy/Reader

Warnings: Female reader, no use of Y/N, making out, almost fully clothed grinding, clothed fingering, bit of exhibition/voyeurism, vaginal sex.

Wordcount: 6317

Summary: He'd given you his card, invited you to the studio with the promise of a good time, and the show had been amazing for sure, but did the night really have to end once the cameras turned off?

Notes: I really wanted to write this the other day but I was too sleepy and went to bed early y'know like a baby 😖 anyways I've been wanting to do a sequel to Susceptible since I first posted it and somehow it ended up even longer so this is for you hehe hope you enjoy~ 💗💗💗

Wait for me by the back entrance at 11:00 Phil will let you in JD

You don’t know how many times you’d looked at the card he handed you since that night, but the corners were starting to bend and the pen marks were beginning to smudge, just a little. You forced yourself to leave it be as you checked your appearance one last time, the mirror by the front door to your apartment offering its final encouragement as you decided there was nothing left you could do to delay your departure before you were late. As soon as you were out the door you had to resist the urge to sprint, your heels sending muffled echoes down the hall as you headed straight for the elevator, a kindly old woman holding it for you with a smile. 

You had the sense to call a cab early so you wouldn’t have to risk waiting and missing your 11PM deadline, the car stalling right outside the door as you waved to the driver and got inside. ‘Fiske Studios, please,’ you tell him, the small building owned by a branch of UBC now very well known thanks to a certain Mr. Midnight. Your leg bounced the entire way there, the card once again in your hands as you stared out the window, neighbourhoods giving way to open city streets, more cars circling around you like a school of fish. You hated driving in the city, it was the main reason why you dedicated so much of your paycheck to cabs, but tonight you were starting to wish you’d driven yourself as you hit the tenth red light in a row.

The driver sensed your anxiousness as you bit your lip for just a split second before your purse was opened and your lipstick was uncapped, the tiny mirror in your hand reassuring you that it’d be fine, you looked great, it was an easy fix. ‘Hot date tonight?’ he asked over his shoulder, his voice startling you a little as you snapped the mirror shut again.

‘Uh, going to a live show, actually,’ you said cautiously, avoiding a yes or no to his question; it’d be too presumptuous to say yes, but god if you didn’t want to hope. ‘I’m meeting a few friends there, don’t wanna be late and all.’

‘Oh, well, girl’s gotta have some fun on a Friday night, I guess,’ he said as he looked you over in the rearview, your coat pulled a little tighter over your shoulders as you forced a smile and tried not to look to disgusted; this was yet another reason why you were so fond of Jack Delroy, he’d never make you feel that way, what with him being such a gentleman and all.

The memory of the night you met made you shiver briefly as the hallucination flashed through your mind again, the false feeling of his hands on you having haunted you all week. You sucked in a very long breath through your nose as you willed the pink to leave your cheeks again, the last thing you needed right now was this guy seeing you get covered in goosebumps and assume it was because of what he’d said. You actually hadn’t been able to watch Night Owls since that night, feeling almost guilty about it even though there was no way he would know you hadn’t seen all the exciting things he’d been talking about. You’d tried last night, but as soon as the wall had opened and he’d strolled on out with that smile and his eyes instantly finding the camera you’d become a right mess way too fast and had to turn it off again, your heart pounding and your legs pressed uncomfortably tight together just at the sight of him.

Goddamn you Carmichael Haig.

The studio came into view with the latest turn and you readied yourself to get out, money already in hand by the time the car had stopped. The bill was settled and you stepped out into the cool night air, cutting off the driver’s wish for you to have a good night with the slamming of the door, and you took a look around and tried to guess which way would lead to the back door he’d mentioned. You waited until the car was out of sight, pretending to see your ‘friends’ so it wouldn’t look like you were about to walk down a dark alley by yourself, another deep breath exhaled sharply as you summoned up all of your courage and headed to the right.

It was a large alley, big enough for a car to drive down and reach the parking lot out back, which thankfully held just as many people walking about as the front did. A lot of them favoured a large, metal door up a tiny flight of stairs, keycards flashed to unlock it before it was held open for several people at a time, everyone helping each other in the most efficient of ways. You had no idea which one Phil was supposed to be, and if you waited too long you might get pinned as a fan trying to sneak in, so the next time someone approached the area you were lurking in you got the card back out and held it out to him.

‘Um, I’m supposed to find Phil?’ you said uncertainly, the man looking you over before taking the card. ‘Ja- Mr. Delroy told me to meet him here.’

‘How’d you meet Jack?’ he asked, clearly recognizing the handwriting but wanting to be certain all the same as he handed it back to you.

‘At Carmichael Haig’s show, we got to talk for a little bit,’ you explained, your nerves starting to rise the longer you were out there, the paranoia that you wouldn’t be able to get in starting to rise in your chest.

‘Ohhh, so you’re the one he was telling Gus about,’ the man said with a grin, your back straightening at the very thought of Jack talking about you with anyone, let alone with someone in a public place. ‘Yeah, he told me to expect someone, I’ll take you up there now if you help me carry something, save me a trip?’

You agreed to his terms, the man apparently being Phil as he shook your hand and handed you the box he was balancing on one arm as you talked. He quickly jogged back to his car to grab another box before returning to you, the door held open for you both as you squeezed past another employee and followed him through the maze of hallways and way too many doors to count. The studio itself was actually on the second floor, the first dedicated to offices and meeting rooms and other businessy things, the elevator able to just barely let you both cram inside as everyone got ready for the taping.

‘Is it always this hectic?’ you asked before you realized you were even opening your mouth, Phil just laughing and adjusting his box.

‘Every single night.’

Once the elevator had pinged and the doors had slid open, Phil then led you through a few more hallways until he pushed through a locked STAFF ONLY door, even more people on the other side, although there was more to the area back here, your eyes widening when it hit you that this was the back of Jack’s set. Phil noticed your excitement and set his box down on the nearest table, taking yours in another swift movement before motioning towards the slightly ajar wall panel; the audience’s seats were just in view through the crack, some people already coming in and finding their spots, and you were just in the middle of wondering if you should attempt finding an empty one when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

‘Quite the view, isn’t it?’

You turned to see Jack standing behind you, a look of pure bliss on his face as he watched the band get ready, Gus talking to someone and going over scripts off to the right, the few audience members chatting with each other as they guessed what they’d see that night. He truly loved this job, you could tell he did even after doing it for so many years, and seeing him so in love only made you love him even more. He looked down at you then, a fondness in his eyes as he gave your shoulder a squeeze and led you around back, a little tour before you had to leave him.

‘I’m glad you came,’ he admitted as you took everything in, everyone shifting their gaze towards the both of you as long as they thought they could get away with it. ‘Been looking forward to tonight all week, what did you think of the lineup?’

‘I, uh-’ you trailed off as he pulled you out of the way of a staff member carrying the requested items for tonight’s guest, your coat suddenly feeling way too warm to still be wearing inside. ‘I missed out on them, actually, been a busy week,’ you lied, avoiding his face as your cheeks lit up; you were not about to tell him that it was because looking at him made you remember how he’d felt pressed up against your waist, even if it was fake.

A shiver ran up your spine as you then realized that the heat against your back very much wasn’t however.

‘I’ll have to tell you all about it later, don’t want you missing out on anything,’ he said with a grin, your lips trembling as you tried to keep your smile from getting any bigger. There was no way he’d actually do that, he had to be too busy to entertain you when the PMs turned to AMs, but it was a nice thought indeed.

‘I’d like that,’ you admitted either way, happy to live in the fantasy for just a little bit at least.

‘Jack!’ someone called from just out of sight, a curly-haired man in sunglasses hunting him down with expert precision as he hurried over. ‘Gus just told me you’ve been saving seats all week, you wanna explain why that is?’

‘And there’s my cue,’ he whispers in your ear before using your shoulders to turn you and guide you back to the slit in the wall. ‘Middle front row, furthest left seat,’ he whispered before pushing you to the other side, his attention turned to his producer as he descended upon him for losing them money. You listened for just a second before it hit you that you were there, you were really there, your mouth dropping open as you slowly spun to check out the Night Owls set. People were whispering about who you might be but you didn’t care, not leaving until you heard Gus clear his throat and ask what you were doing.

‘Finding my seat,’ you mumbled, although maybe it had come out as nonsense in your delighted stupor, you couldn’t be sure at the moment.

‘Okay, do you have a ticket?’ he asked, still so polite even though he was very much confused. You just held up the card again, your eyes going higher as you stared at all the lights. ‘I see, so you’re the one he’s been waiting for, right this way.’

The one he’s been waiting for? Clearly you must’ve misheard, Jack Delroy couldn’t possibly have been that excited for you, you’d only spoken for maybe five minutes, tops.

Gus led you to your seat and you instantly sank into it, a 40 minute wait still ahead of you but it felt like no time at all as the rows all filled up and people slowly stopped walking across the set to prepare. On either side of you, cameramen took their places and lined up their shots, the blue screen of the viewfinder catching your attention as you couldn’t help but see what they saw. Gus got himself ready by the band, who were all tuned up and ready to go, and when midnight hit and Gus started calling out that night’s guests, you couldn’t help but bite your lip again as Jack’s name was announced and the wall opened up again to reveal him.

He’d been right, it was an incredible show, his presence so much more overwhelming as you could only focus on him no matter who he stood or sat beside. Every single one of his jokes landed, every eccentric wave of his hands drew you in without fail, and every single smile he shot your way when you laughed only confirmed more and more that you were genuinely glad you came. He tried to talk to you during the breaks but each time he’d been interrupted either by one of his co-workers or someone in the audience ready to snatch up his attention, Jack too polite to refuse either, although it was honestly starting to make you a little jealous.

Before you knew it, his hour had passed and he was saying goodbye, your chest deflating as he was played out again along with his final guest, your hands a little numb as you gave him his well deserved applause. You didn’t want to get up and leave as the rest of the people around you did without hesitation, a chorus of yawns starting to infect everyone like a virus now that it was officially bedtime. You were rooted to the spot, hands clasped in your lap as you wondered if it’d be too presumptuous to assume that maybe he’d come back out again when everyone was gone, wish you your own personal goodnight, people staring again as you waited until you accepted that you’d fulfilled his request, there was no need to stay now.

‘Oh good, you’re still here,’ Jack panted as he jogged over to you, a sheen on his cheeks and forehead from the excitement of the night mixed in with the hot stage lights, ‘I was worried you’d leave when Leo grabbed me just now.’ 

‘I’m in no hurry,’ you told him as you stood, your clasped hands hiding behind your back so he wouldn’t see you fidgeting. ‘It was a great show, I had a lot of fun tonight.’

His smile turned from Showman Jack to Genuine Jack at that, your ability to always tell coming in handy yet again as you tried to hide your blush by tucking your hair behind your ear. ‘I take it you had a more enjoyable time with me than at Haig’s, then?’ he asked, your blushing deepening at his choice of words.

‘I did, yeah.’ Everyone was packing up for the night around you, no one giving you a passing glance as the desire to get home and sleep overtook their curiosity, and when he stifled a yawn you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty at keeping him. ‘All good things must come to an end though, I suppose; I should really get heading back, it’ll be a nightmare to find a cab this late.’ You didn’t want to go, but you also didn’t want to press your luck either, and maybe you’d get another invitation to another show, who knew?

‘I could give you a ride, if you wanted,’ he offered, completely catching you off guard as your eyes widened for a second in surprise. ‘Or, if you’re truly a night owl like me, you’d prefer to join me for a drink? I always grab one after a show, can’t sleep otherwise.’

You swallowed, mouth cotton dry as you went over his offer in your head a few times; was he asking you out on a date? He had to have been, who else went out to get a drink together at 1AM other than people on dates, right? ‘Yeah, a drink sounds great,’ you finally managed to squeak out, the corners of his eyes scrunching when he smiled before offering his arm for you to take, a true gentleman. He led you back through the labyrinth until you reached the parking lot, his car parked in a spot with his name plastered against the wall behind it, most of the other cars already gone now that their owners were free.

His car was simple, nothing too flashy like someone else in his position would own, the seats worn on the inside and telling you that he must’ve had it for many years. You tried not to look too nervous as he unlocked his door and let himself in, his long body stretching across the front so he could unlock the passenger side as well; an old car indeed, he was taking very good care of it for it to still look that good. You thanked him as you sat down and shut the door, the smell of his cologne stealing your breath away as you were surrounded by purely him, the faint smell of smoke mixing in with it, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried not to look too obvious.

He shot you a glance as he clicked his seatbelt into place, the noise making you come back to your senses and do the same so he could start driving. There were quite a few bars around there, some late night diners as well, and you grew more and more confused as he drove by all of them without a word. By the time you left the city and started to head towards a more residential area, you were starting to wonder if you were going for a drink at all, not remembering ever telling him where you lived, of course this neighborhood was much too nice, maybe you should be flattered if he thought you lived around here.

‘Are we still…?’ you tried to ask, your question dying out as he then turned into the driveway of a very nice but modestly sized house, all the lights off inside telling you that no one was home. He didn’t turn off the engine though, his eyes on the wheel before he turned to you, a hopeful something in his eyes that mirrored your own.

‘Would you like to come inside? Or should we try calling that cab?’ he asked you gently, giving you the choice of what you wanted to do now that you knew where you’d be drinking, your heart thumping a little faster as you adjusted the strap of your purse and flashed him the most confident smile you could muster.

‘You did promise to tell me all about the shows I miss,’ you reminded him, Jack’s smile softening as he agreed with a, ‘Yes I did.’ The engine shut off and you both exited the car, the night air making you shiver as you held your coat a little tighter over your arms. He noticed immediately, his suit jacket draped over you before you could confirm or deny you wanted it, heat spreading throughout you as the scent of his cologne hit you even harder. You wrapped yourself up in it, face tucked into the collar as you headed for his front door, always a few steps behind until he unlocked the door and pushed it open, allowing you to go in first.

It was a modest place, decorated more cozily than anything, and you felt right at home as you stepped inside and took a look around; the walls held photos of family and friends, his coworkers and people he’d met through Night Owls spaced out around them, the surfaces of every table and shelf decorated with something and filling the space while also feeling sparse. Cozy was definitely the right word, but it also felt like a bachelor pad in the way he’d left clothes draped over the back of the couch, how the kitchen was pristinely clean from rare use based on the amount of menus he’d collected into the holder by his phone, and the dedicated minibar off in the corner so he could entertain guests.

He headed there now as you observed your surroundings, his voice breaking your thoughts as he asked you to pick your poison. You gave him your desired drink request, Jack’s eyes shining as he located the bottle amongst the plethora of them in his reserve, whisky placed next to it as he located a couple of glasses next. ‘Ice?’ he asked casually as he poured both drinks, you kindly refusing as he grabbed a couple for himself. The ice crackled in his glass as he returned, the sound pleasant to you and filling the air as he handed you your drink. ‘I’d offer you a seat at the table, but my back is killing me tonight, if you’d rather join me on the couch?’

What a liar, you could always tell when he was acting. You accepted anyways, pretending to buy into it as you both took opposite ends of the old leather couch situated in front of his fireplace. The cushions creaked underneath as you sat down, Jack letting out a sigh that didn’t sound fake as he relaxed, his body sinking right in before he took a sip and turned to look at you. You blushed and looked away, focusing on your glass as you swirled the contents around, now wishing for ice since watching it would be a good distraction.

You’d been so focused on his home that it was starting to dawn on you that you were in his home, on his couch, drinking his liquor, his focus on nothing and no one other than you. ‘Dreamer, here, awake,’ you whispered softly under your breath, remembering what Haig had said to snap you out of it and needing to make sure this wasn’t just another dream.

‘What was that?’

Oh god, it wasn’t a dream, you were really here, and his arm was now on the back of the couch, casually reaching towards you as he tilted his head to the side with an amused grin. 

‘So, how did the shows that I missed go?’ you quickly choked out, Jack chuckling at how your voice sounded way more broken than you’d wanted before downing the rest of his drink and setting the empty glass on the coffee table in front of him.

‘Well, on Monday I got to interview someone about his upcoming play, so that was interesting,’ he began, his body turned more towards you as he spoke. ‘On Tuesday, we had a man who sailed halfway around the world and narrowly survived being shipwrecked, and he read us an excerpt from his captain’s log, which he revealed he’ll be turning into a book to preserve the memories of his shipmates.’ He slid a little down the leather, genuine interest in his eyes as he spoke, that another thing you loved about him. ‘Wednesday was Game Night, as you know, and one of our audience members managed to win the jackpot and gave us a victory dance to celebrate. Gus tried to attempt it and fell on his ass, so everyone made me try it and I nearly crashed into my stage, everyone had a lot of fun that night.

His voice started to soften as he moved a little closer, your body frozen in both awe at what you’d missed and also the sight of him starting to fill up your entire view, your drink forgotten in your hands.

‘And then on Thursday we took a call from a man who thought he had superpowers, can you believe that? He truly believed he got them from another dimension, so fascinating.’ He was just about to slide over the middle cushion, your legs pressing tightly together so you wouldn’t touch him on accident, your lip worried between your teeth again. ‘I asked him to come on the show, but he hung up, I hope he calls again next week.’ His arm was completely behind you you finally noticed as his thumb brushed against your shoulder just enough for you to feel it over your coat and his suit jacket, the heat of both starting to make you sweat as he stayed just outside your personal space, ever the gentleman as he waited for you to tell him to back up. 

You didn’t, your tongue darting out and tasting your lipstick as you glanced to the side, seeing just enough of him to know that he didn’t look dangerous, or overly sexual like your fantasy had been, his actual expression one of wonder as he remained just out of reach. You felt like you had to comment on his week, say something in response to what he was telling you but you couldn’t, the sound of his thumb running over the fabric directly in your ear as you finally took your first sip.

‘Sounds like I missed a lot,’ you eventually said, Jack nodding and shifting as he got comfier, the movement sending him a little closer to you. ‘Maybe you should invite me back again, I could probably make time for that.’

‘I’ll have to see if I can get you an actual ticket this time, then, Leo was very unhappy I snuck you in.’ His voice was so low as you took another, bigger sip, his arm sliding off the back of the couch and just barely resting against the very bottom of your neck.

‘Is that what that was? I’ll be sure to use the front door next time.’ Another sip, his other hand in plain sight on his thigh as it traveled down towards you. 

‘I think I’d prefer to escort you in myself, so you don’t get lost, it’s like a maze in there.’ You watched his hand just barely touch the hem of his jacket, a soft hum leaving his throat as his eyes half-lidded. ‘You look good in this, I might have to let you borrow it more often.’

‘You assume I’ll need it again? How presumptuous of you,’ you joked in an attempt to keep things light, but it fell flat as you looked at him while you said it, his expression rendering you speechless in seconds. Now that you were facing him he couldn’t resist the urge to touch your cheek, his fingertips just barely brushing against you and making you shut your eyes as you tried to lean against them, the contact causing shivers to run down your spine at how incredibly gentle it was.

‘I really am glad you came tonight,’ he whispered as he leaned in, breath soft against your face as you both held off from closing the gap, ‘god, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.’

You nearly dropped the glass, Jack placing his hand over yours to make sure you didn’t before taking it away entirely. ‘Y-you’re just telling me what I wanna hear,’ you repeated from your fantasy, Jack leaning away to set the glass down before letting his forehead rest against your own.

‘Is it working?’

You grabbed onto his tie and pulled him into you, your mouths crashing together as you kissed him with all the need of someone who’d wanted this for years. He braced himself on the back of the couch as you leaned against the arm, your body arching up as he rearranged how he was sitting to kneel over you. He wasn’t as forward as your fantasy, which was understandable considering you knew very well that he’d only acted the exact way you wanted, but instead you discovered that he was slow, making as many points of contact as he could while giving you space. He was obsessed with kissing away the rest of your lipstick but he never tried to take more than you were giving him, your bodies still too far apart as he caressed you.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he repeated as his hand left your jaw to travel down to your hip, not to hold down or make you keen but just to feel the soft curve of your body; he was committing you to memory, tracing over each wrinkle in the fabric, each place that made you squirm just a little.

‘Jack…’ you sighed as he pushed both coats aside to gently kiss at your neck, small things that made you want beyond the sweetness, the love. ‘Don’t make me wait anymore, please…’

He pressed a single kiss to your jaw at that, sitting back just enough so he could look at your face. You turned away, embarrassed by your neediness, but he turned you back to him with only a whisper of a touch, a plea instead of a command. ‘How long have you been waiting?’ he asked, lips hovering just above yours, pulling away when you tried to close the gap.

‘Years.’

He kissed you again, a little rougher this time as his own need was made clear, his body shifting down until he was laying himself on top of you, and for however real your fantasy had felt, it was fucking nothing compared to the weight of him pressing pure want directly into your waist. It made you gasp how good he felt, your legs spreading until your skirt wouldn’t stretch any further, the desire to hike it up all the way so you could feel him a little better making you almost actually do it. It was him who made that move when he felt you struggling, your legs pressed into his almost uncomfortably, and he placed his hands at the hem and waited for your okay, not wanting to do anything without your permission.

What a fucking gentleman.

You nodded and he lifted your skirt, your back arching off the couch so it could be bunched up, your underwear on display just the smallest amount before your skirt was let go. That small amount made him blush, his lips parting as he then palmed himself to ease the strain of his own clothes, his nice suit pulled taut over his dick as he kneaded. It made you want him even more, the fantasies of seeing him like that deciding to play like the world’s longest and lewdest film in your mind, reminding you of every single thing you wanted to do to him, what you wanted him to do to you.

‘I want to feel you,’ you told him, his eyes fluttering shut like the quicktalking showman Mr. Midnight couldn’t handle a bit of dirty talk; he was so cute it almost hurt as he moved his hand aside for you, granting you access to the space while he tried to undo his belt. You rubbed him over his pants, listening to the sounds he was making and letting your desire grow with each one, and when his belt was undone and his zipper was down you tugged just his pants over his hips just enough to show off his bulge a little better. It strained over the opening, the sight so tantalizing that you’d risk staying hypnotized forever if this really was just another dream, his body laying down over yours again as you wrapped your leg around him.

He started to grind against you, the fantasy definitely not doing him justice as a sinful heat warmed you up in an instant, the coats much too hot as you tried to strip them both off. He helped you but didn’t stop moving, each thrust just enough to create the best friction you’d ever experienced. There was no audience this time, no one to risk ruining this for you, and you took full advantage of that as you let out a deviously loud moan when he rubbed against you just right. 

‘God…’ he panted into your neck, hips moving just a little faster, and it felt good but it wasn’t what you wanted, not entirely. You reached down between where your bodies touched to try and get a hold of his boxers, your nails catching over the waistband just out of reach. He felt your attempts and knew what you were trying to do, his face unsure even though he still couldn’t stop. ‘Are you sure?’ he needed to know, his hips finally stilling for the most part, your eyes watering with how much you meant it as you told him yes. He groaned as he reached between your legs, feeling your wetness seeping through your panties as you moved against him, your head instantly falling back.

The sounds you let out were indecent, he wasn’t even inside you yet and he was making you fall apart just because it was him who was doing this, his fingers rewriting your brain and telling you that you’d never be able to get off on just your imagination ever again. He played with you as his other hand pushed his boxers down the rest of the way, his dick falling free and making him hiss as he gave himself a few strokes, the sound getting you to look up. Your legs twitched as you almost came just from the sight alone, his eyes shut tight as his head lolled to the side, his impressive length looking even bigger in his hand as he got himself ready.

As soon as he felt your eyes on him he locked onto you, his big, showman smile showing a little more teeth than usual as he let you watch, his own sounds almost addicting as he let you know exactly how good his own hand felt. Between the sight and his hands making the both of you feel good, you didn’t know how much more you could take of this before you were shoving him down, Jack sensing your desperation and leaning back over you. He pulled aside your panties and rubbed you a couple more times before pressing his waist against yours, spreading your wetness along the underside of his shaft, grinding against you this way until you were practically begging him to do more, please.

He chuckled at your reaction before taking himself in hand again, spreading it even more before holding himself up to your entrance, one last chance to back out. You made sure to lock eyes with him as you grabbed his tie and pulled him down to you once more, your mouth falling open as he pushed deep inside of you the more you pulled. You didn’t stop until you were full, the two of you panting into each other's mouth before he started to move, both of your legs wrapping around him this time as you tried to take him even deeper.

It was hot, you were sweating, you could see the sheen on his cheeks and forehead again as he suffered in the almost entirety of his suit versus your outfit, and you helped him relieve some of his suffering as you started to unbutton his shirt. You shoved it off one shoulder before he was tearing it off of himself and tossing it away, your own shirt pushed up to reveal a heaving stomach, muscles working hard under the flesh as he thrust into you, your body unable to move with him thanks to the arm of the couch keeping you in place.

It ensured he always hit the deepest part of you since your body couldn’t shift away, one of your hands on your stomach while the other took his own and placed it on your chest. He began to knead you over your bra, it soon out of the way as he yanked it down and wrapped his mouth around a nipple, his motions speeding up a bit as you tangled your now free hand into his hair. ‘You feel so good,’ you couldn’t stop yourself from saying then, starting to get overstimulated, and at your words he jerked a little erratically, like it’d made him stumble. ‘You- you were so handsome tonight, did so well, I couldn’t stop staring at you…’

He was moaning nonsense into your chest as you praised him, something about what you were saying making him fall apart; his head rested against you as he rutted into you with wild abandon, your hands just holding him there as you kept whispering what he wanted to hear. You meant it, every word, but to know that this much was making him practically whine against you was also addicting, needing him to know everything you felt for him, how proud you were of him, how you’d never be able to feel anyone but him for the rest of your life.

‘Come inside me, make me yours, I want to be yours,’ you pleaded, Jack grasping at you like a drowning man grasps at his saviour, a few more thrusts making your head fall back before he did just that. His hips jutted a few more times as warmth filled your insides, the sensation mixed with his broken gasps bringing you over the edge as well, his nails digging into your flesh where he held you, your hands thoroughly messing up his perfectly styled hair. When he was done he collapsed against you, his weight once again so incredibly nice as he pinned you against the cushions, the leather sticking to your skin and keeping you very much in place.

‘If I’m too heavy-’ he started to say before he shifted and cut himself off with a whine, his attempts to get up thwarted immediately.

‘You’re not,’ you reassured him, your fingers attempting to straighten his hair back into place, a small courtesy for him letting you grab him so hard in the first place. ‘We can just… stay a while.’

‘Do you wanna risk that? I might fall asleep on you like this,’ he asked like it’d be a bad thing; what a gentleman.

‘I think that’d be worth the risk,’ you told him as you kissed his forehead, Jack reaching up to cup your cheek before gathering all his strength to kiss you goodnight.

[sturnioz]

a brief insight to the pinterest boards i got going on.

chris and bun

https://pin.it/6TyWNTtl7 (mhm yeah)

https://pin.it/7oUpH27mw (the clear discomfort of getting off me pls in his face like cmon)

https://pin.it/T1vrm9Wip (he’s on a bad comedown, she’s just sleepy)

https://pin.it/3dGJl6WHG (this is on his ig)

https://pin.it/bpfP1JNCM (bun took off in a full sprint after this after he swooped on her ass)

https://pin.it/3F8SEh3Uf (she’s tired and pouty, doesn’t wanna walk anymore, kitty takes this cause it looks like such a cute moment but really he’s telling her she has 2 seconds before he’s leaving her)

https://pin.it/6JtTjMS3L (rare moment and she is not moving a muscle)

https://pin.it/68AuR2gbI (self explanatory. theyre in a store and she forces him to take this for her photo dump)

https://pin.it/4AOjiY9lA (yeah.)

https://pin.it/1MuOkMdiE (he’s high and fidgeting, doesn’t even realise until he hears her take the picture then he’s shoving her away)

https://pin.it/3oQ5aopOT (also yeah)

https://pin.it/34dvbEPBe (do i need to elaborate)

https://pin.it/79yGWJo8d (she just wanted to show her pretty nails)

https://pin.it/5OQfQY3UB (they had a tshirt painting day at the frat, bun got really sad after this cause she had a really good idea and he ruined it)

https://pin.it/7A8CprfKh (bun took this but instead of studying he’s bagging shit up at her apartment and her cat looked really cute it def wasn’t cause of chris!)

bonus bun and nate! (kitty is the one reaching to stop him) - https://pin.it/1qq1nofXe

let me know which ones stood out, if u want more, if im crazy. i have these for bun and nate being goofballs. kitty and matt. bee and nate. bee and bun. nick and kitty. just a lot.

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each link and my comments on them are under the cut !

╰› LINK 1. yk i've seen this photo sooo many times while trying to find pics that give off their vibe ... the fact that you've sent this makes me think its a sign.

╰› LINK 2. (this link didn't work for me </3)

╰› LINK 3. i lowkey can see this happening. like ... his comedown is so bad that he needs to just lay down in bed and do nothing, and of course bun is always exhausted from her busy week that she can't help but just sleep with him. somehow ends up shuffling a lil too close in her sleep..

╰› LINK 4. love this one SO much .. might have to use it in a ig post me thinks.

╰› LINK 5. ok the only way i could ever think of bun doing this in the first place is either cos a dare or she's just high on adrenaline for whatever reason. like maybe shes just had a really good day with the group and she can't help but be buzzy and excited !! laughing and giggling !!! jumping and bouncing around !! only to accidentally hit chris in the ass with her foot and darting away once he literally whipped around.

╰› LINK 6. kitty thinking its such a cutesy lil moment between them two not realising that chris is literally like "if y'don't get up, kid. i am leavin' you here, yeah? you understand? move."

╰› LINK 7. no like she'd be deadweight on him. im not kidding. legs and arms all limp while he's just grumbling like he didnt just throw her up there.

╰› LINK 8. this is in her moodboard i have !!!! i have yet to use it hehe

╰› LINK 9. yeah.

╰› LINK 10. hear me out. before he's shoving her away, as soon as he hears the camera shutter go off and notices what hes doing, he just squeeze her foot so hard that she just starts squealing and kicking her legs. saying something like "yeah.. s'what you get for tryin' to pull some shit, kid."

╰› LINK 11. this was taken five seconds before she was yanked down the bed by her ankles.

╰› LINK 12. (this link didn't work for me </3)

╰› LINK 13. mhmhmhm !!!

╰› LINK 14. she'd literally start crying i fear.

╰› LINK 15. this lowkey gives me more kitty and matt vibes actually !!

╰› LINK 16. YES !!!

[yuzurujenn]

[2023.11.11] AERA Special Edition - 100 Q&A with Yuzuru Hanyu

1. What time do you wake up in the morning?

This morning? 12:30pm.

2. Is it always like that?

It’s usually around 6pm.

3. The first words uttered when you wake up in the morning. Is it “sleepy”?

“Sleepy” maybe.

4. The first thing you do when you wake up in the morning.

Put away the futon.

5. The last thing you ate.

Tofu! It was a cold one.

6. The ideal way to spend your holidays.

Wake up, play games, and sleep (laughs). Then, um, wake up again, eat when I’m hungry, lie down and go back to sleep again.

7. The ideal breakfast.

I wonder.. break and milk.

8. What kind of dinner makes you excited?

Gyoza!

9. What do you keep in mind to manage your physical condition?

I keep additives at a minimum. It’s hard to avoid them, but I’m trying to reduce it.

10. How do you spend your time on the shinkansen? Check SNS? Sleep?

Either.

11. A dream you had recently.

It’s a scary one, I had a dream of jumping into the lake.

12. Why the lake?

I was being chased by some scary people, their faces were covered in mosaics. Felt like these people were trying to kill me, so I jumped into a lake.

13. What would you end up buying at the convenience store?

Pudding.

14. What kind of pudding you prefer? Firm or soft?

Firm.

15. Favourite app.

App. I wonder what it is, Pass! I can’t say (laughs).

16. Do you drink alcohol?

I can’t drink alcohol. Allergy.

17. What do you want to be if you are reborn?

Human! Preferably myself.

18. Sweet things, spicy things, bitter things, and sour things. Which do you like?

I guess something sweet.

19. When you’re feeling down, what do you do?

Just dance according to the music.

20. Mountain or sea, which do you prefer?

Mountain!

21. If you could shout something from the top of the mountain?

“Yay!” Or something? Hahaha.

22. Who do you talk to when you are feeling troubled?

Myself. Or listen to music.

23. Favourite time of the day.

5 or 6 o’clock in the morning.

24. Why that time of the day?

It depends on the seasons, but the sun will rise around this time. On cloudy days, although the sun will rise, it will be a bit dim. But it’s not a sinking feeling since it’s sunrise, I like that kind of gloomy morning.

25. Frequently used emoji.

What is it? Cry 😭! (Use both hands to express). I use this a lot.

26. Favourite animal.

Cat!

27. If you were to get a cat, what name would you give it?

Milk. Because what comes to mind right now is a white cat.

28. Yuzuru Hanyu expressed in one kanji character.

Well, this is a difficult question. I’ll leave this for later!

29. What do you do to boost your spirit?

Take caffeine.

30. How do you take it?

I will drink something, like energy drink.

31. A habit you want to fix.

Staying up late.

32. What’s a word you always end up saying?

Sou desu ne (Indeed/I See).

33. Do you believe in fortune telling?

I do. Hehe.

34. A place you would like to go.

Ise Jingu and Izumo Taisha.

35. Have you been there before?

I went to Ise Jingu once on my way home from an ice show. It was amazing, I felt a lot of energy and power there. I'd like to go there again.

36. Favourite place?

Sendai.

37. What’s good about Sendai?

It’s a place where the city and forest can co-exist.

38. Speaking of Sendai?

Zunda!

39. What would you do if you had a different job for just one day?

Occupation? One day only. Um, programmer!

40. Do you have any programming experience?

I took programming classes when I was in college, and I’ve been doing it a little bit since. I think it would be fun to do something like that.

41. If you have 10 minutes free time?

Play game!

42. What game?

Now I’m playing “Fire Emblem”.

43. The best movie you’ve seen.

The Girl Who Leapt Through Time.

44. Something that makes you think “This is just impossible”.

Bell pepper.

45. An episode with bell pepper.

During the ice show the other day the hotel caterer served us curry. Before the actual performance, I can’t eat curry at all because it’s a bit heavy for me. However, I thought I might be able to eat it before rehearsal the night before, so I went to eat it and found that it had bell pepper in it. I was in shock, I couldn’t recover from it. Even though it’s curry, it had bell pepper in it! There were only red and yellow bell peppers (laughs).

46. Do you prefer to eat your favourite food first, or last?

Divide it, and eat it the first and the last.

47. Your favourite dagashi (penny candy).

Um, gummies. Are gummies dagashi? Not sure?

48. Would you put them as dagashi?

And then, there’s that soda candy. Big one. Tastes like cola. Sometimes with gum in them. I like that.

49. Something that surprised you recently.

Nothing much. However, that dream surprised me though, I was thinking “I’m going to be killed” (laughs)

50. Is there anything surprised you in real life?

Ah yes, bugs! Just at the entrance of my house, there was a relatively rare scarab called the Polyphylla albolineata (Motschulsky). I poked it with my hand to see what it was, and it made a loud sound, which shocked me (laughs). First time seeing that kind of bug.

51. Favourite scent?

I like chamomile and jasmine.

52. Favourite bento side dish?

Karaage (fried chicken).

53. Favourite tea?

Early grey.

54. Favourite ingredient in miso soup?

Tofu.

55. Favourite onigiri filling?

Now I like kombu!

56. Favourite sandwich filling?

Tomatoes.

57. Favourite meat?

Pork belly!

58. Favourite drink?

Dr. Pepper.

59. Favourite colour?

It depends on the time and occasion, but right now it’s yellow-green.

60. Favourite manga?

What manga would I recommend. There are quite a few, but hmm, I wonder what is it now. Tokyo Ghoul, I guess.

61. Favourite flower?

I wonder... Hydrangea!

62. Artists you’re interested in recently?

I'm feeling troubled. I don’t want to say who is popular (laughs), but ah, what should I do. Mrs. GREEN APPLE!

63. Your favourite toy as a child?

Jungle gym.

64. Do you like being at the top?

I like the top. I think I fell down once when I was a kid though.

65. Were you okay?

It’s a small jungle gym for home use. I seemed to have hit somewhere. Hit the forehead.

66. Recommended Youtube channel?

“HANYU YUZURU” hahaha.

67. Important words?

Daijoubu (It’s okay).

68. The moment you felt glad that you were skating?

Probably when I could move as my heart dictates.

69. If you could only bring one thing with you to an uninhabited island?

Knife? As long as you have a knife, you can always find a way.

70. If you can take a week off starting tomorrow?

Play games!

71. If tomorrow is the end of the world, what would you want to eat?

Gyoza. It’s all about gyoza (laughs).

72. What would you buy as a gift for yourself?

Earphone.

73. Describe your personality in one word.

Well, weird. Hahaha.

74. Why do you feel you are like a weird person?

I didn’t feel like I was weird at all originally, but recently I took on a lot of various jobs, and when I was being interviewed, I thought, “I’m such a weirdo”.

75. What was the moment that you felt that being weird is good too?

Because I am weird, I think about many different things and observe and make progress from a different perspective than others. Based on this, I don’t think it is a derogatory term, but after all I was a bit shocked to realise I am different from others (laughs).

76. Favourite number.

1.

77. Favourite novel.

キマイラ (Kimaira). I don’t reach much novels, but I’ve read quite a lot of the Kimaira series.

78. How big is the largest Pooh that you own?

(Opening his arms) About this big? It should be this big. Is it about 1 meter, or 80 centimetres?

79. What about the smallest Pooh?

That would be the Tsum-Tsum, the plastic kind, there’s a very small one, almost 2cm, the stacking kind.

80. If you’re not a figure skater, what would you be?

A baseball player. I liked baseball more (laughs).

81. A costume you want to try on for Halloween.

Vampire!

82. When did you have your first cell phone?

No, I don’t have one.

83. How do you check SNS?

Although I have been using an iPod touch, it has been discontinued. Now I’m using an iPhone without a SIM card. Since I’ve never used a cell phone, I don’t have a number.

84. If you could get one thing, what would it be?

I wonder. Hmm… I guess I rather get it on my own than receiving it.

85. What kind of nerd (otaku) are you?

Audio.

86. What is your specialty dish?

Frozen gyoza (laughs).

87. What kind of illustrations are you good at?

I can’t draw Pooh. Ah, but I may have drawn all kinds of wings, and skates.

88. Things you tend to collect.

Just earphones, and gyoza (laughs).

89. Something you always keep in mind.

Never forget your original intention.

90. Words that you dislike.

Right. There is, but I wonder what it is. “Uncool” is definitely something I don’t want to be told.

91. A relaxing moment.

When I’m in the futon, lying on my stomach and squeezing the pillow.

92. How do you spend your birthday?

I was hardly in Japan for my birthday. There was always the Grand Prix Final, and when I couldn’t go, it’s usually because I was injured or sick.

93. On your 28th birthday after turning professional, how did you spend it?

I felt like it was the first time I could spend some time at home. Yeah. It’s like “I’m not fidgeting!” Moreover, I was not injured and not in a bad shape. That’s what I was thinking.

94. Were you also off work?

There’s a program called “Classic TV” with Shinya Kiyozuka, and there was a recording of it. However, even though there was a recording session, I was able to spend time at home.

95. You will be 29 years old this year. What kind of year would you like to have?

Well, for now, I would like to continue my research and study.

96. What kind of research and study?

Performance and expression techniques. I want to learn more about those things, and also learn more skating techniques.

97. What do you want to do when you turn 30?

For now, continue jumping quads. Like, “I can jump!” hahaha.

98. What will you be doing in 10 years?

I wonder if I will still be skating. My goal is to maintain my health and reduce the risk of injury as much as possible so that I can still skate 10 years from now.

99. Once again, “Yuzuru Hanyu” expressed in one kanji character.

Hmm. Core, I guess. I absolutely do not want to waver.

100. Lastly, what would you like to ask your fans?

Am I living up to your expectations?

Source: Own image

Info: https://x.com/AERAnetjp/status/1708679949245100224

[come-away-with-me87]

Modern Hearts Chapter 12

Chapter 11 here

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Normal Y/N would never do this, but drunk Y/N was feeling bold.  Still in the same clothes you were at the bar, you stumbled out of your dorm, went next door, and knocked on Shouta's door.  You put your ear up against the door to see if you could hear anything; it is late and he could be sleeping already.  Feeling bold, you knocked a second time, and this time, you heard footsteps making their way towards the door.  Shouta finally opened it, and saw you standing there, swaying a bit.  Even in your drunken state, you could tell he had still been awake.  

"Y/N, are you okay?" Shouta asked.  You hiccuped in response, then began giggling.  You pushed your way towards the inside, not even waiting for an invitation from him.  "Oooooooh, Shouta, your dorm is so....you."  You giggled again.  "Y/N, why are you here?" he asked you.  You turned around in the spot you were in to face him and asked, "why did you leave so early tonight?  I thought you were having fun...*hiccup*"  He responded immediately, "Y/N, you're clearly drunk.  Let's get you to the living room so you could sit."  And with that, he put his arm around your shoulder and led you into the living room.

His touch felt hot, even through clothing.  You looked up towards him while he guided you, and said "you smell good."  He just looked down towards the floor and blushed in response.  You hiccuped again, "hehe, you're so cute when you blush!"  This made him blush even harder.  "Here we are, why don't you sit down?" where he gently pushed you down to sit on the couch.  "Sit down next to me, Shouta."  He looked down at you, "I will, first I am going to get you a glass of water."

You watched him walk into the kitchen, where he had his back turned towards you.  You couldn't help but look at his broad shoulders, thinking about how much he really grew up from the small, thin child that he was into the...man he was today.  He came out of the kitchen back into the living room, where you got out of your trance.  He approached you, handing you the glass of water, simply saying "drink."  Then he looked down at you, and asked how long the three of you had stayed after he left.  "A few hours, we then went to go get some fast food to *hiccup* try and sober up."  

He finally sat down next to you on the couch, to where you instinctively inched closer to him.  "Shouta *hiccup* I'm so glad we're friends again. I really am so sorry I lost touch with you by high school."  He looked at you thoughtfully for a moment, "Y/N, I already told you, it's okay. You don't need to worry yourself."  You put your glass of water down on his coffee table, spilling it a little.  "Oopsie, hehehe, sorry," you stammered out.  Suddenly, you found yourself cupping Shouta's face with both of your hands, saying "you know, you really grew up to be a handsome man," lightly tracing the scar under his right eye with your thumb.

You inched even closer to him on the couch, while still cupping his face in your hands. "I *hiccup* want to kiss you, hehe."  At this point, Shouta gently grabbed your hands from his face and put them down in your lap.  "Y/N, I don't want you to do anything you will regret tonight. You are not yourself right now, and I would never take advantage of that."  You felt yourself blushing at his statement; deep down, even in your drunken state, you knew he was right.  Instead, what you did was get even closer to him on the couch, and lean your head on his shoulder, and put your hand on top of his.  "Is this okay, then?" you sweetly asked him.

"This is fine," he replied, gently leaning his head back against yours. "I really am glad we're back in each other's lives.  No one ever forgets their first best friend," you said, when you suddenly found your eyelids getting heavy.  "I'm really *hiccup* sleepy."  Suddenly, Shouta pulled his head off of yours, gently pulled your head away from his shoulder, and stood up.  "I know you're right next door, Y/N, but you look like you're about to pass out.  Let me take you to my bedroom where you can sleep, and I'll sleep out here on the couch."  

With that, he got you up, put his arm around your shoulder once again, and led you towards his bedroom.  He sat you down on his neatly made bed, took your booties off, and laid you down on the bed.  "Goodnight Y/N, sleep well," he said to you gently.  You felt your eyelids getting even heavier at that point, "goodnight, Shouta.  I wish it was you who asked for my number tonight..."  And with that, you drifted off into a dreamless sleep, leaving a bewildered-looking Shouta standing over you.  After several moments, he walked out of the room, turned the lights off, and shut the bedroom door behind him.

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To be continued...

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Tag list: @jaguarthecat ; @lili-pond ; @big-denki-energy

[teddybeartoji]

10, 11, and 17 for you and satoruuuuu !!!

PERCEEE MY DEAR!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEETHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INDULGING ME WITH THESEE AAAAAAIT MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPPYYY:333

#MITORU

10. constantly saying "i love you" or only say "i love you" during very serious/romantic moments?

A LOT OF "I LOVE YOU'S"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LIKE A LOT!!!!!!!!!!! i did answer it here too but i will not waste the opportunity to yap some more hehehehe. there are so many different "i love you's" in this relationship - sometimes it's counterattack after a snarky "i hate you", sometimes it's just a bunch of sleepy, mumbled words that stumble from our lips as we're dozing off on top of each other. but then there are the romantic ones, the real soft ones - whispered against skin, to make them last. wrists, temples and pulse point on our necks - we spray the love and then carry it with us for the rest of the day. hehe like perfume you know? it's cute. i love him. i really really love him.

11. calling each other by their names, plain and simple or calling each other really flowery pet names?

he has never. called me by my name. NEVER. like not even when we were friends, or when we had just met. he ofc pulled the good old "oh, mickey you're so fine" lyric on me and i think he genuinely thought he had seduced me with that smh. (he did.) but yeah, he doesn't use my name at all and i am okay with it!!!!!!!!! more than okay actually!!!!!!!! i love pet names soooo so much, they make me so giddy hehehehe besides the ridiculous ones that he keeps coming up with, he loves calling me baby!!!! it always sounds like a coo and i kinda hate it bc like mmmmmmmmmmi can't think like thissssss.................... smhh he's so perfect:((((

i definitely use his name though lmao. 1000000% use his last name just to watch him pout at me:3333 but overall i really love his name, i think it sounds very good and i am veeeery fucking sure that he loves hearing me say it too. okay but i also use petnames!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's like a competition of who can come up with the dumbest ones.... (he always wins.... i hate him)(i will marry him). i mostly like to call him baby and my baby and my love and my angel and sweetheart and oh man i could just keep going. he sometimes still gets a little flustered by these btw and it's literally the sweetest thing ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

17. love at first sight or slow burn?

IT'S BOTHHH😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭we're stupid okay. we were both really infatuated with each other right from the start but then it took us soooooo long to actually... do something. best friends to lover type of beat you know - so close but still so afraid to cross the line:(((((( satoshoko are so tired of us lmao like yeah fake fucking idgafers we saw you staring at each other lovingly😒😒

[miowritings]

Oblivious f reader x Rinku

꧁“𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞!”꧂

Rinku aimoto x Female! Reader

A/N: hihi!! My first ever d4dj request🫶🏻🫶🏻 I apologize if it looks rushed or isnt to your liking, it was a bit rushed since i now finished exams😅, i actually like how this turned out and if its popular enough, i'll make a part 2!

Synopsis: you and Rinku got paired up to do a project and have a lil sleepover!

Contains: Rinku is awkward and blushy here, reader here is written as female but pronouns arent mentioned, they didnt get together but theres still romance

Both of you and Rinku were assigned to make a project, luckily bith of you were very close friends. The project was scrapbook making about memories, schools were almost coming to an end and the teachers paired you and Rinku for the project, little did you know Rinku was gleaming with excitement.

You both decided that it was best for Rinku to come at your place since your parents were busy and you had a printer there, once Rinku arrives, she hugged you excitedly and cheered "heyhey!! (Y/N) I wasnt late was i?!" She asks, a hint of worry in her voice, you shook your head and pat her on the head "nono.. in fact, you came here earlier than i expected.. come, i bought some snacks to keep us motivated" you added, Rinku nodded and puts her bag of materials on a nearby table.

You both did the project at your room since it have a/c. You were designing while Rinku was cutting and gluing. "Ow..!" Rinku hissed, you looked over and saw that she had cut herself "oh my! Here let me see" you gently hd her hand, looking at the small cut, you git up and grabbed some bandaids and an ointment, you dabbed some cotton onto the ointment and ever so lightly, dabbed it onto her fingertips, then you went ahead and put bandages on her cut. "There.. how about, you design the paper while i cut.. your still injured.." you say with concern, Rinku nodded, feeling warm because of your gesture.

"Ohhh.. I understand why they gave us three weeks to finish.." Rinku says, playfully and concernly.. time was going by fast and both of you still havent finished the scrapbook, "hehe, we shouldnt really take advantage of our time.. but thats okay, I know we can do it.. if we do end up staying up late.. are you alright with sleeping in? I have some spare clothes.." you added, Rinku was suprised, a sleepover!! She wanted to yell 'Happy Around!' but she couldnt.. afterall she had to maintain this... Proper attitude towards you!

While doing the project, the time was currently, 10, almost 11.. Rinku noticed how your eyes kept on dropping.. you were sleepy, with no second thoughts, she got up and walked towards you, "y/n..? You fell asleep.! You can go ahead and rest y/n, the projects almost finished.." you yawned and without a word, laid down on your bed. The clock moves and its now 11! "Rinku.. its a bit late to finish that.. we can wake up early to finish yknow..? Just sleep.." you say, soundung quite sluggish. "E-eh?! I sometimes wake up very very late.. its okay i can-" you cut her off by putting a finger on her lipsn "shush. Your going to sleep.. you might get eyebags and, i already set an alarm clock" you added. Rinku got up and grabbed some pillows and placed them onto the floor. "What're you doing..?" You ask, Rinku looks at you "oh! Just getting ready!" "Sorry Rinku.. i dont have a spare mattress.." you say, slightly guilty, "Haha! Its okay! The floor is much colder afterall.!" She giggles, you shook your haid and grabbed her arm, not so tight that it hurts, but tight enough that she cant let go.

"..no, we spilled some juice on the floor remember? Theres probably ants roming somewhere.. just.. sleep with me, my bed is big enough for 2 people" you suggest, Rinku blushes at that suggestion, she was going to sleep beside you?!?! She was very red when thinking about this.. "E-eh?! B-but... I uh..!" Despite what she was saying, you still shaked your head, "really its okay, my blankets is also big enough.. im fine with this Rinku.. i rather have you on bed here with me, than let you sleep on the floor, Rinku couldnt say no.. afterall you were so kind and it'd be rude to turn down an offer.. so she accepts.

While you both laid down, you were sleeping peacefully, even having your mouth slightly open, Rinku on the other hand though.. her heart was beating rapidly, was freaking out and was looking everywhere except at you, you turn over and your arm, rests over at Rinku, she blushed more because of this, as she was about to move your hand, you instead, moved closer, and was basically clinging onto her.. she was still red and couldnt control herself.. "..y-y/n.." she muttered, she took some deep breathes and took lots of time to calm herself before hugging you back and falling asleep as well

Rinku woke up, the suns out and she looks over and saw that she was still hugging you, this time she hugged you by the waist and you were sitting up, using your phone, "oh? Youre up early" you teased, Rinku giggled awkwardly and immediately pulled away, "Im so sorry!! I swear i didnt do-" you cut her off by chuckling. "Its okay Rin.. really, plus i slept better thanks to you" you smiled, Rinku smiled as well, she got up and stretched "Okay! Lets continue with the project!" She says with determination, "haha..! Its way too early.. i'll cook us breakfast, then we'll continue hm?" You suggest, Rinku nodded and helped you out of bed "okie!"

[liviavanrouge]

Father's Son

Davina (12): *Beams, lifting the coffin top* HUNAPO!! THE SUNS SHINING!

Hunapo(11): *Shields his face* ARGH!!

Davino(12): *Peeks in* Hey Huna

Hunapo: Close the top.

Charaka(Beelzebub's son): Let's play, Huna!

Hunapo: Not you too....ugh, I wanna strangle myself now...

Charaka(10): Haha! Don't say that, come on out!

Hunapo: *Grabs the coffin top and slams it shut* No.

Flavis(11): He's just like Mister Leviathan

Lesley(10): He's lazy isn't he, hehe

Askios(14): Very lazy

Hunapo(From inside his coffin): Go away, I'm sleepy.

Davina: So mean!

Charaka: Yeah, we came all this way to play with you!

Askios: I was forced along...

Lesley: *Giggles* Aski!

Askios: It's true though

Satan: Brats, time to go home!

Davina and Davino: *Runs over* Alright!

Satan: Lesley you too! Your old man said to drop you off!

Lesley: *Beams, running over* Thank you!

Leviathan: *Lifts the top of Hunapo's coffin* Son?

Hunapo: *Groans* Dad...really...

Leviathan: *Climbs inside, and closes the top, taking a nap with his son*

Mammon: *Chuckles* Let's leave the father son duo be

Flavis: *Walks over, grinning* Alright

Bael: Prince Charaka, Askios, let's go

Charaka: *Runs over* Coming!

[graveyardlily]

Hehe, sorry for the absence, everybody! I don't have a very good memory on things days in the past, so I'm gonna be talking about Thursday and today!

10/10

Yesterday was really fun! Sayori came over, and we got sushi! After we ate we went to the Halloween store! I got some super cute bloody tights and some rings for me and my love, Sayori got new press on nails!

After the Halloween store, I wanted to walk around ragstock, and my mom let us get something! I got a cute maroon top with velvet flowers, and Sayori got new hairbows!

Once we got back to my father's house, we hung out and played omori til it was time for Sayori to leave.

(Happy birthday Reigen Arataka :3)

10/11

Sayori and I went over to Natsuki's house for a sleepover! We had a fun picnic outside, and we hung out on the swings listening to music ( ＾ω＾ ) Natsuki fell asleep so fast, I was getting pretty sleepy around 1am I'm not sure when Sayori finally went to sleep.. ( ﾟεﾟ；)

Hector!

10/12

In the morning, Sayori and I kept falling asleep, we're on school schedule, so our bodies kept waking us up super early.. I eventually got up to hang out with Natsuki and got a little bit of food. The rest of the day, we all hung out playing video games, having snacks, and watching TV. When it was time to leave, Sayori came home with me to watch Mizu5 episodes, We got a bit distracted with making food and watching funny videos on the TV.. (;ﾟ∇ﾟ) When we did end up watching it, I fell asleep super fast..

10/13

Sayori and I lazed around all day. Once we made breakfast, we watched all of Mizu5.. ( ω-、) We quickly had to go back to my father's house because he was hosting a dinner for my grandpa and nanie. We played a few games together after eating, and once we were done with that, Sayori and I went back to my room to play some games! My father got a little drunk that day and kinda kept me up, asking me questions about stuff and telling me about my mother. It's alright, I suppose I probably should've just said he hasn't bothered me because the conversation got pretty boring.. (ー_ー;)

10/14

Today was pretty boring, My father left with my brother to hang with my grandfather. I stayed home and watched anime all day. My nanie requested to go out to eat tonight, so I decided to invite Sayori along! We had a nice time and the food was very yummy! (〃´▽`)

[msprojects]

Hokuto's Radio Show - Episode 1, Part 2 of 4 (in two posts). Post 2 of 2

**Update** The link to Post 1 of 2 for Episode 1, Part 2 is below:

https://www.tumblr.com/msprojects/732434502250610688/hokutos-radio-show-episode-1-part-2-out-of-4?source=share&ref=msprojects

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11:00 Well, I get that about myself, too, like the speed or the tone of my voice, I think oh yeah I definitely I get what they're saying, I can see it. I've been told by our fans that listening to the sound of my voice makes them feel sleepy. Zin-san, who's one of the leaders in our group, Zin-san tells me I'm like an "air purifier."  "It's not a bad thing," he said, "You're very gentle, so it makes others around you feel at ease, like an air purifier." I don't really get it, though. Yeah so lately my hobbies have been going on leisurely walks and taking pictures. My camera is the Ricoh GR IIIx, and I usually shoot pictures of the scenery or just ordinary things, like a cup or something. If it makes me go, "oh, that's interesting," I'll snap a picture. 12:00 I'll compose nice pictures of even the most ordinary things. Recently I've been into taking pictures of cars. Like, it's really cool when there's a bunch of cars in different colors lined up on the street and I'd think that would make such a good photo. If it's something that I think would make a cool picture, I'll take a snap of it. If I do take a cool picture, I'll post it on my official X account, so please check it out. And as for my walking hobby. During our longer breaks, I'll take a walk from morning until evening. Since I'd have more time, it's normal for me to take 5-hour long walks. The other day, I wondered how far I'd gone, so I checked my phone, and it said I'd walked 12 kilometers (7.5 miles) [staff gasp in disbelief]. Hehehe. Well, I mean it's healthy, isn't it? When I'm walking, I basically listen to music, buy some coffee on the way and then drink my coffee while I continue my walk. I'll even do some shopping or just enjoy the changing scenery while I walk. Doing that kind of ordinary thing is really relaxing for me. Usually, we're working on a ton of different things at any given time, but I'm not really good at being always on the go. Like, I have this worry about losing sight of myself when we're in the thick of it all, so being able to have these simple hobbies to return to keeps me grounded, and that's what gets me going outside and keep walking.  When I was on that 12 kilometer walk, I must have definitely built up some muscles, yeah? Hehehe. [staff laughs along with Hokuto] Everyone, definitely try walking 12 kilometers next time! I recommend it~ Hehehe~ 14:23 "What kind of show do you want your radio show to be?" Well, it's my first time hosting a show on my own, so honestly, I have no idea, haha. But once I get used to doing it, like if I feel like "oh I want to do more of this and that," I think it'll come to me in time. Really, though, from the very start, I wanted to make this show with everyone. Also, I wanted it to be more relaxing, hehe. [staff laugh in the background] I wanna get rid of this nervousness soon and be a more relaxed radio host for you guys. And now here's our next song from The Rampage, "100 Degrees." 15:06 - ["100 Degrees" by The Rampage plays.] - Translator's notes: *MVP - Most valuable player. Hokuto don't play around yall.

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Olitaoolitaoolitaoolitao- 9. How did they know they were right for each other? 11. Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable? 12. Who's more protective? 13. How do they express their feelings? 14. Where would they go on a 3am adventure? 16. How do they hype each other up? 18. Which one wears the "I'm with stupid" t-shirt?

9. ill have to get back to you on this one :')

11. contrary to what some may think; oliver's the more adorable one and hu tao's more irritable,,, she doesn't really peg me as a morning person, but both are just as pouty when the sun decides to show its face. hu tao's just ready to fight the world

12. i feel like,,, oliver,,, with her job as an assassin n stuff it comes more naturally i suppose? she just wants to make sure hu tao's safe and okay even when she's not there with her

13. if this is talking about love-languages, hu tao's the gift-giving and quality-time type, whereas oliver's more of a mix of acts of service and gift giving. she cant express well through actual words like hu tao, but she can do so through actions !! like remembering small things, packing hu tao her lunch before she leaves, and making her bracelets as an "i love you"

14. if olivers not already out late in some tree or flying around to clear her head, hu tao will drag her out to the mountains where they chill for a bit, talk,,, maybe even roam around the harbor and just talk until one of them (hu tao) falls asleep under the moonlight

16. hu tao's more outgoing with her encouragement, whereas oliver's is more secluded. hu tao's the type to loudly cheer on her partner in the midst of a crowd, while oliver would stick to small touches and "you're doing great, sweetie. you got this" while just being there on the sidelines and watching

18. hu tao would, hehe,,

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6, 9, & 11 for juneri !

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6. What small quirks do they love about each other?

↠ noeri loves that jun can't really ever lie—it's something she finds really endearing, and especially when she catches him a half-lie that makes his face flush and eyes avert from hers as he's still trying to desperately get by with his words!

and jun adores that she always has to have something to do. she's not a workaholic by any means (or so she says), but if she's not being productive to some degree, she grows antsy. he likes helping her find something to do that won't attribute to overworking herself, since he can be the same way at times.

9. How did they know they were right for each other?

↠ jun and noeri actually have a lot more in-common with each other than i first realized, and it was super accidental!

↳ noeri plays tennis too and jun's record against her is unprecedented (because she's never won; also she mostly just finds tennis uniforms cute⋯)! ↳ they're both into manga (jun actually got her into more action/shonen ones since she tended to focus on josei—and they often go out together to manga cafes). video games are also an interest they share. noeri mostly only plays otoges whereas jun dabbles in mobile games when he's able to play. ↳ both of them are passionate about their work and sensible people to boot. noeri's sweet and attentive, very open with her affections once she actually acknowledges that she has them (she can be really oblivious to her own feelings sometimes)—and they both are able to be together so naturally, be themselves without restraint, which i think is really important to them (jun also likes noeri's reactions to his sarcastic remarks♡).

11. Who's adorable when they're sleepy, and who gets grumpy and irritable?

↠ typically when noeri's tired, she's oblivious to the fact and tries to continue on like normal—and then gets frustrated with herself when her movements are uncoordinated and clumsy. after a while, so sleepy and grumpy, she'll just waltz up to jun and wrap her arms around his mid-section whilst pressing all her weight onto him; the two of them just tumbling back, and she usually passes right out and he has to carry her to bed (he's so used to her eccentric behavior sometimes hehe)~

as for jun, if noeri kisses him while he's asleep, he gives off a soft, dopey little smile and kiss her back. or, while being completely unaware of what he's saying, he'll ask her things like "do you want me to get you some milk?" and try to sleepily get out of bed to get it for her!

they're both pretty cute!