#i haven't slept yet i'm too excited about talking heads

[ghostieboii]

Is there enough overlap in the talking heads and walten files fandoms for this. I don't care I'm autistic about both.

[minispidey]

03: Barbie and the Giftshopist.

Steven Grant x f!bimbo!reader. previous part. series masterlist. next part.

03. Everyday she wears pink.

(A/n: your feedback on the last chapter about me writing the moon knight system is so amazing tysm! i referenced mpgis here and more legally blonde. i wanna note that reader has been a lawyer for a couple years now and amazing at it 🤸‍♀️ btw update tags are open!)

warnings: mention of cock, swearing and cursing, mention of blood.

the cock line is from my bubs @ominoose ily

"This isn't just a date. This is a date!" You told yourself as you threw random articles of clothing behind you as you hunted for a specific dress.

You thought maybe you shouldn't wear pink. Maybe you have a pretty dress he hasn't seen you in.

You barely slept due to excitement.

The way he talked and looked at you made you swoon over him. Just thinking about makes you-

You squealed as your leg involuntarily kicked up. You blinked twice in confusion "That is so weird..."

Maybe you were horny.

"Oh gosh, not again. Bad leg!" you scolded your beautiful leg as it kicks up again "Down girl, down! No nasty thoughts about... about... about the hot neighbor across us- no!"

You almost moaned at the though of his lips against yours... You shuddered as you kept remembering the way he looked at you. You laid down in the pool of clothing as you imagined how your little lunch date will go.

As usual, you two walked out of your flat at the same time, discussing where the two of you were going for lunch.

"Wetherspoons..." you parked your pink corvette outside, looking at the flowers decorating the place. Your high heels clicked on the pavement as you walked inside, still in your pink work suit despite planning on changing.

It was a busier day than you thought, but of course lunch time is important.

Your eyes lit up as you spotted Steven, sitting up rather stiff "Stevie!" you smiled as you walked over to his table "Hi, so sorry I'm a bit late. Traffic and all."

But Steven looked back at you with such a loving look in his eyes "It's alright, love. I haven't been waiting long."

The truth is, he thought you weren't gonna show up.

"Have you ordered yet? Gosh, you must be starved." you opened the menu and browsed.

"I haven't." he shook his head, opening his menu as well.

"Cross examination was a success." you smiled "Next week's the next trial with the witness."

Steven didn't know what you were talking about, it was out of context "That's great!" he responded.

"So then he was like no and I was like, you are. Then he was like no but then I was like you are! And he was like, I kinda am. So long story short he's like, totally gay." you said as you looked at your compact mirror.

"Thank gosh I figured it out, because no way can he say my Chanel is so last season when his shirt is so last year. My client was totally bugging, but we figured it out and I, like, totally won that. How about you, Stevie? How's your day?"

Steven smiled back at you "T'was alright, love. Just the usual." he says sarcastically "Donna's been a real-"

"Excuse my language— Bitch? Cunt? Pain in the ass?"

He chuckles "Yes. A pain in the arse, love."

"She always sounds like she's giving you a hard time. You sure you don't want me to talk to her?"

"I don't think it's lawyer-worthy. It's really alright, love." Steven shakes his head "Just another typical day."

"Yeah, which can be classified as workplace abuse."

"Really. I'm fine."

You press your glossy lips into a thin line before sighing "Alright. But if you need someone to represent you in court, I'm your girl." you playfully winked at him.

Steven blushed before nodding "I'll keep you in mind then." a waiter comes up to the two of you and he began to order "-and a cocktail. Uh, how about you?"

"Um, I'll have the Soup of the Day with half a baguette, and Pasta Pomodoro with salmon. And— wait did you say a cocktail?" you blinked twice at Steven "I'll have a cocktail too, thank you."

You smiled at the waiter as he repeated the order to you two before walking away.

"Jeez, Stevie. It's only lunchtime." you giggled at him.

"I-I just wanted something strong."

"Work's really stressful, huh?"

"It really is." he sighed "Working late again tonight. But this uh lunch date is really cheering me up."

Your cheeks felt hot, making you smile "That's so sweet... tell you what, I'll pick you up from work tonight again. I'm working late too anyways."

It was Steven's turn to blush. His hand shakes with his head "You're way too nice. I don't wanna bother you. It's quite overwhelming too." even his ears turned red.

"Steven, you shouldn't turn away blessings." you winked as you giggled. Your cocktails were served just a few minutes later.

"I haven't had a cock in a while."

Steven felt his drink rush to his nose and he quickly grabbed a napkin. He coughs a few times before looking up at you.

"Oopsies, I meant a cocktail." you covered your mouth, smiling "Well, I mean... I haven't had that in a while either."

You took a sip of the drink and Steven stared at the lipstick mark left on the edge of the glass. You always wore a certain shade of lipstick, and it always drove him crazy.

There were times he'd imagine smudging your lipstick... in more ways than one.

After lunch, the two of you laughed as you drove to the museum. Steven just kept falling more and more into your wonderland of pink and diamonds. He stared at you with half-lidded eyes, listening to every word you said.

The thing about Steven is that he loves to ramble and talk a lot, and so do you. He knew you were perfect.

"-and I was like, thank gosh I talked her out of buying an orange chiffon scarf. It doesn't suit her spring tones at all! There's a fine line between terracotta and brown."

That evening, your pink corvette was parked outside of the museum, waiting patiently for Steven after a long day of reading case papers. You puckered out your lips to reapply some lipstick before popping and smiling at your reflection.

Your freshly manicured nails tapped on the steering wheel while humming a small tune.

Then suddenly someone knocks on your window.

"Steven?"

He looked like he was roughed up, red staining his clothes, but it's not his blood. It didn't even look like the same clothes he was wearing during your lunch date.

"Oh my gosh, Steven-"

...but that's actually not your main concern.

"-I told you, blue and black as a combo is a total crime against fashion. If it were me, I'd make it law." you groaned, opening the locks of your car "Get in."

His eyes widened but he doesn't respond, only taking the passenger's seat like you commanded.

"Oh, you have a little stain there." you pat the patch of blood using a pink handkerchief with lace trim and your name embroidered on the corner.

He continued to stare at you as you took his hand and placing your handkerchief on his palm "Here. You can give it back to me some other time because I seriously I need to take you shopping this weekend."

You thought maybe he's always tired after work, that's why he's so quiet, like yesterday.

"Maybe I can figure out your color palette so I know what looks best on you. Your shirts are cute, I'd have to admit, but some of them are... meh. No offense but some prints are worse than the last. OH! I know, we'll do a whole shopping day on the weekend. An hour or so won't cut it. I know it's your weekend off, but trust me when I say when your pretty neighbor's a fashionista, your life is gonna change."

Steven looks at you from the mirror's reflection before shifting his eyes towards the body— Jake. Unlike Marc's creepy silent behavior from the night before, Jake actually looks at you as you went on and on.

He even responds with small nods.

"Can we not make this a habit? First it's Marc pretending to be me in front of her, now it's you. I don't need your help with her. Can I please go in my own pace?" Steven tells Jake, but Jake shook his head in a not now kind of motion.

As Jake entered the apartment after waving goodnight to you, he's met with a poor attempt of a glare from Steven "Don't look at me like that, you wanted the girl so I gave it a push."

"I want to do this on my own. Marc doesn't want me to, I don't know about you, but I don't need help. Can I please do it my way? It's all I ask."

"Can you ask her out?"

Steven pressed his lips into a line before letting out a sigh "Give me the body. I'll... try."

"Alright, alright. You go on ahead."

Steven, now in control of the body, swung open the door and he sees you struggling to find your keys. You blinked twice before smiling at him "Hi again, Stevie. My keys are just- ugh, a lot." your keychains jingle as you tried to find the right key.

"Can we go on a date after shopping this weekend?" he blurts out quickly. Steven was red as a tomato "D-Dinner date."

Your eyes lit up and you felt the butterflies in your stomach again "I'd love that! I'll just- oh! I found my key!"

And you also found the key to your locked-up heart.

UP NEXT: the best weekend ever! a date with steven and a little breaking and entering 💅

tags: @red-hydra @monsterroonio @pastelpinkpilatesprincess @letmehavemyfictionalmen @uncle-eggy @superduckmilkshake @3zae-zae3

[pancake-breakfast]

Ok! Notes from the first Orange panel at AX 2024! They were discouraging photography and video so this will just be text (mobile Tumblr hates my photos, anyway). But first, a bit of a TL;DR.

TL:DR: While they talked about Trigun: Stampede, Beastars, and their new upcoming title Leviathan, they mostly focused on Leviathan since Stampede has its own panel later. (I'm not sure about Beastars since I haven't been following the show as closely.)

Ok, on with the notes!

(Edited to add links.)

Studio Orange Presents: Beastars, Trigun, and...

The panel guests were Kiyotaka Waki (producer at Orange) and Yoshihiro Watanabe (producer at Orange and also played translator for Waki), as well as Justin Leach (producer for Eden and Star Wars: Visions).

They started off the panel by noting that exactly zero of the people on the panel (including the mod) slept the previous night.

Then they showed a sizzle reel in honor of Orange's 20th anniversary, highlighting all the stuff they've done in that time. There were a lot of cheers for Trigun, Beastars, and Land of the Lustrous in particular.

After the reel, they talked briefly about the history of Orange, how they'd gone from animating mecha for other people's shows (like they did for Evangelion and Code: Geass) to doing entire properties themselves. They're particularly proud of how their studio has grown from 4 people to... I forgot how many. Much more than 4. And they can now work on multiple titles simultaneously.

On to Trigun! They didn't get into it much since it's getting its own panel at the con, but they did show some pages from the Trigun Bible on Plants, and Watanabe noted he'd post them up on the bird app later today. (Edit: You can find them here.) Watanabe also said they can't release the whole Bible yet, which may just have me thinking hopefully, but hey, there's a chance! He seems to genuinely love sharing pages from it, at least.

On to Beastars! They read a thank you letter from the director to the fans, and also showed a subtitled video that I'd guess was also a thank you from someone else, but I was too far back to read the subtitles. (An ongoing problem with watching anything subbed at this con is the subs being entirely blocked by other people's heads unless you're in like the first few rows... but I digress.) They also showed a new key visual (which I'm sure is gonna be floating around social media somewhere at this point) and noted the third and final season of the show will air on Netflix in December. Waki noted he started reading the manga in 2017, and he's thrilled to get to work on a full adaptation of the story since it's rare to get to do that.

On to Leviathan! I'm gonna break this one up a bit because it's long. This is Studio Orange's new upcoming title in collaboration with Netflix and Qubic Pictures (the studio that did Eden, which was a great story overall and I definitely recommend it). They also worked extensively with the author of the original work, Scott Westerfield, who helped keep them consistent with the characters and themes.

The story is a dieselpunk alternate world WWI story about a runaway Austrian Prince named Alec who meets this Scottish girl, Sharp, on a bioengineered airship, and the relationships these people from disparate backgrounds have with others and each other.

The German/Austrian side of the conflict is a faction known as the "Clankers," who focus on mechs and technology to conquer the world via machines, while the faction Sharp belongs to is called the "Darwinists," who focus on DNA modification of creatures as a way to connect with nature.

They showed a preview of it that honestly looked really cool, but again, no recording. It had flying whale ships. Like... whales they strapped a box to and fly around on.

Orange is excited to get to "go back to their roots" with this and work on a Mecha title again, especially since this title will be theirs this time.

They acquired/absorbed (I'm not sure on the details) a team that specializes in background art for this project, and yeah, the backgrounds are detailed and amazing.

They noted a lot of animators reflect their own lives in their work, and they feel Leviathan is no exception. The international collaboration (they also have people from Europe working on this) lends itself well to a story about people from disparate cultures coming together and realizing they have more in common and more similar passions and desires than they have differences.

They'll be talking more about Leviathan at Otakon in August.

That's all for now! I'll try to update on the other Orange/Trigun panels if I get into them!

[happilyhertale]

Long Lost Love - Aemond Targaryen x female!reader, Part 12

Summary: You are the daughter of Daemon and Rhaenyra. When the invitation to Aegon and Helaena's wedding came, your entire family rushes from Dragonstone to King's Landing to take part in the festivities. You haven't seen your family in King's Landing for 6 years so you are very excited...

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: At the beginning none – eventually smut (uncle/niece)

Author’s note: Hello you! (:

This is my first fic so please be nice (: I thought I'd just try a little self-considered story. I hope u like it.

The events are not entirely similar from the series.

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

18+ NSFW

Word count: 4k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7a, Part 7b, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

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You're speechless.

He stands before you and holds out his hand to you.

Aemond wants to dance with you.

You don't seem to move at first, for some reason you can't move at all. Until Daemon nudges you lightly and barely noticeably with his elbow. He grins slightly without taking his eyes off the goblet he brings to his mouth.

Back in reality, you reach for his hand as if of your own accord. Immediately you feel a fire go through your whole body.

He holds your hand firmly, yet gently in his. He smiles shyly at you and leads you around the table, straight into the crowd. You are still speechless and cannot take your eyes off him.

Aemond dares to stand in the crowd with you, to embrace you and want to dance with you. Ever since he reached out to you, you feel like all the eyes in the hall are on you. You have never seen Aemond so willing to attract the public's attention.

He puts his hand on your waist and presses you tightly against him, his other hand holds your hand up. You put your hand on his shoulder.

You look him in the eye. He visibly swallows. As the music starts, Aemond leads you across the dance floor without a hitch. Every step is on point and you are almost impressed. You feel your body heat up as he guides you across the ball floor. You are lost in his beautiful purple eye and take in his scent. His scent, which you've been missing for days. And yet it seems that none of you dares to speak first.

Until he seeks your gaze with his eye, "Y/N I'm.. so sorry. I'm ashamed... I am ashamed that I made you feel that I was dishonest with you."

He sighs and his gaze flits briefly to the crowd, "That you had to see that kiss... I'm disgusted with myself."

You look at him, tears welling up in your eyes, he continues, "I assure you I pushed her away. Too late… Yes. But I pushed her away." His gaze is firmly fixed on you again.

"You... You pushed her away?", you whisper. He nods at you.

"Alys means nothing to me anymore. There was a time when she was close to me. But… she was never as close to me as you are. Since I found out weeks ago that you were coming here, my thoughts have… have only been about you. My wish to see you again... After all this time. I could think of nothing else but wanting to be close to you again."

You slide even closer to his body as you dance. He holds you close and looks at you gently.

"Yesterday, when I saw how close you were to the Stark Lord... I'm sorry, I couldn't bear it. I had to do something. I wanted to talk to you, but when you stood in front of me, almost crying... I couldn't say anything... I just wanted to hold you in my arms, but I couldn't."

Barely perceptible, he wipes away a tear running down your cheek with his hand.

"And… I haven't slept with you yet because it's important to me that it's perfect for you. Don't get me wrong... I want to make love to you. Oh, only the gods can guess how much I long to sleep with you. But I don't want to sleep with you out of temptation..." you interrupt him, "I don't want a perfect moment, Aemond... I want you."

You almost whisper the end.

He looks at you and barely noticeably shakes his head, "Y/N you don't know what that means. This moment is so important. For a woman even more than for a man. My important moment was in a brothel and it marks me to this day... and not in any positive way... " and again you interrupt him " Aemond... you are my perfect moment. No matter what the situation. With you... it's perfect. I trust you..."

He pauses for a moment. He must smile slightly. He leans lightly towards you and whispers in your ear, "You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now."

You return his slight smile, "Then… just do it", you breathe.

He laughs briefly, "Oh, you really will be the death of me."

You lean against him, your face in the crook of his neck. You inhale his scent. How much you miss this... To be safe in Aemond's arms. Inhaling his unique scent.

Aemond can't help himself either and leans the side of his face carefully against your head.

You don't care what anyone else would say. You have had to do without his touch for too long.

After you have enjoyed your closeness for a while, you ask, "You can dance?"

He chuckles briefly, "Of course I can dance, I'm a prince after all. Just because I don't want to, doesn't mean I can't."

In response you press your face further into the crook of his neck.

"And furthermore, I didn't know any other way to help myself... I had to talk to the princess and… I had no other chance to get close to her...", he whispers softly in your ear.

You remove your face from his neck and look at him.

You have to smile slightly, "Aemond... Let's leave this stupid ball."

He looks at you, "Do I dance that badly?"

You have to laugh, "No. But I want to be alone with you... I've missed you."

He looks almost heartbroken as he finally nods.

He stops leading you across the dance floor and extends his arm to you. You are overjoyed to accept his invitation. As you take his arm, you lean close to his side.

As he leads you out of the hall, there are still a few pairs of eyes on you. Whether because you were dancing or because you were far too close to each other, you don't know.

But you couldn't care less.

Daemon's gaze meets Viserys'. Viserys nods at his brother with a smile and Daemon knows what that means.

He too has noticed how close you were. How much you enjoyed dancing close together.

Daemon has always known that you would have to wed someone someday. But still it pains him. It would be foolish to ignore any longer that you were likely to wed Aemond. What you feel for each other is probably more than a childhood love.

He leans towards Rhaenyra with a sigh and she looks at him, "I think we should prepare for our daughter to come to us soon with a request."

She looks at him questioningly, "What do you mean? Aemond?"

Daemon nods at her. Rhaenyra doesn't look happy, more worried.

Daemon gently takes her hand, "You know, there was nothing our daughter could do about it."

Rhaenyra looks at him.

"She's fallen for her uncle", Daemon smiles at her.

Rhaenyra has to suppress a smile.

"I am afraid for her. I'm not sure he's good for her."

Daemon sighs, "Who would have thought I'd be good for you? Try to look at it this way, the only good swordsman of the Targaryens, besides me of course, will consider it his life's work to protect our daughter."

She looks unconvinced, "Y/N is quite capable of protecting herself."

Daemon kisses her hand, "I am aware of that... But a capable man by her side, that can't hurt. I also think he's different with her. Almost tenderly... hopefully. And I trust her enough not to wed a tyrant."

"Let's hope so", Rhaenyra smiles slightly at Daemon.

After a short while she says to him, "I hope you realise that if he treats her badly, that I'll send you to him?“

He looks at her, one eyebrow raised, "I hope you are aware that I am on my way long before you can even send me."

Rhaenyra kisses Daemon gently.

Aemond has never led you anywhere so quickly.

He opens the door to his chambers and leads you inside. You stand in the middle of his chambers and look at each other. He swallows and reaches out for your hand. He holds it and strokes it gently with his thumb, with his other arm he embraces you. He simply holds you in his arms. You put your arms around his neck, hold yourself tightly against him. A tear leaves your eye. Not out of sadness, but rather out of the relieving feeling of being in his arms. You press your face into the crook of his neck again. A light sob escapes you as you inhale his scent. He just holds you and gently strokes your back.

"I'm so sorry Y/N...", he whispers in your ear. When he notices you sobbing again. Carefully taking your head from his shoulder, he holds your face in his hands and gently strokes away the tears, "No, my Love, please don't cry..."

You sob again, "... I... I thought I would never be here again... In your chambers... Just in your arms..."

He interrupts you with a gentle kiss. He leans his forehead against yours, "I would never have let you go..."

You just nod slightly.

"Come...", carefully he leads you to the bench in front of the fire.

You sit in front of the fire, he holds you tightly in his arms and gently caresses your arm.

Absently he looks into the fire.

You watch him discreetly... You have missed him. His beautiful face. These few days without him were hard for you to bear.

"It's rude to stare," you suddenly hear him say.

You bury your face in his shoulder and he chuckles lightly.

In time, you begin to caress his thigh. You draw light circles on his firm thighs with your fingers. You become more curious... Carefully, you let your fingers slide a little further upwards, still stroking him gently.

Slowly he turns his gaze away from the fire and looks at you from the side. But you do not return his gaze. You continue stroking until you are almost at his crotch. Your heart begins to pound harder and the thought of what you are about to touch makes you bite your lip.

"What are you up to?" he whispers in your ear.

Quietly you reply, "I... I want to do something good for you. You've only given me nice moments so far... beautiful feelings. I want to give you that too."

"Y/N, that was at least as nice for me... To be the first man to give you these feelings."

Nevertheless, you notice how the bulge in his crotch is getting bigger.

You look at him, "I want to be able to experience when you have such… beautiful feelings". He chuckles, gently strokes your cheek and kisses you passionately.

After a while you break the kiss. Unsure how to do it... what to do at all, you bite your lip.

"I'll show you what to do?" he asks you softly.

You nod slowly.

He kisses you again and carefully takes your hand, placing it right on his crotch.

A breath escapes your lips as you feel him. He is already hard. You look at him, he smirks.

He kisses you again and starts to move your hand on his crotch. Slowly you massage his length. You notice how his breathing quickens.

Aemond takes his hand off yours and starts to undo his belt. You continue to massage him, but interrupt the kiss. You want to see him.

He sits up for a moment and pulls his trousers down to the back of his knees. When he leans back again, you see him for the first time.

Unconsciously you swallow and bite your lip. Aemond caresses your cheek and pulls your chin up, he kisses you again. Between kisses he breathes, "Go on, touch him."

You look at him, a little unsure. But you dare, slowly you close your hand around his hard length.

He gasps briefly and closes his eyes. He puts his hand on yours and guides it. Slowly he lets it slide up and down. He squeezes a little harder and tells you, "You can press harder". You follow his lead. As you let your hand wander down his hot length, you notice him getting even bigger and harder.

He begins to moan and lets your hands slide up and down faster. This deep moan sends a wave of arousal through you. You feel yourself getting wet and you press your thighs together to at least try to get some satisfaction.

You take the lead and let your hand slide along him on its own. He groans again and reaches out with his hands beside him. He squeezes your knee, which is lying next to him on the bench. You can't help but kiss him. Greedily he kisses you back. The sounds of your kisses and moans fill his chambers.

Suddenly you notice your fingers getting a little wet. You look down and see little drops coming out of him. A light, clear liquid spreads over your fingers and his hard, pulsating length.

At this sight, the feeling rises in you that you must have more. You look up at him for a moment, his head leaning back, his eye closed. His breathing is rapid and interrupted by moans. He is so beautiful.

"I want to taste you," it escapes you.

He looks up, out of breath. His eye is dark, full of lust. He kisses you passionately.

"Just before I'm done... Then you can taste me...", he replies out of breath.

You look a little irritated, but you nod slowly.

Not for a second did you stop your movement. Aemond puts his head back again.

You look down again and something else occurs to you.

Carefully you slide down to the floor and push his legs a little apart. He looks down at you and gasps, "What are you doing?"

Sitting on your knees between his legs, you look at him, don't answer and just smirk slightly.

Your hand closes around him and you begin to slide it up and down his full length again. A deep grumble arises inside him and he watches you, full of lust.

Slowly you lean forward and you let your tongue wander along his shaft. Aemond moans loudly. When you reach the top, you surround the shaft with your lips and suck gently on it. He hisses, "Oh seven hells..., Y/N!"

With a "plop" you let him slide out, breathing heavily. You look at him, "You have to show me..." he just nods.

He leans in for a moment and kisses you. He lets himself fall back, strokes your cheek lightly with one hand. His hand wanders gently to the back of your head and presses it down lightly.

"Be careful with your teeth. Wrap your lips over your teeth," he whispers.

Your mouth closes around his cock, carefully he pushes your head down and up again. Delicately you let your lips glide over his length. This feeling makes the arousal between your legs flare up even more. You moan out.

Aemond responds with a twitch that travels once through his cock.

He whispers, "Take him... as far... into your mouth... as you can manage. Use...your hand...to help."

You try to take him all the way into your mouth, but he is too big. You gag for a moment, but you don't stop. And again you feel him twitch.

With one hand you grab the part of the length that doesn't fit in your mouth and you start stroking him. You squeeze him lightly and Aemond moans.

He lightly thrusts his hips rhythmically towards you. His hips tremble slightly as he controls the urge to rut into your throat.

A load of wetness leaks out of you and it would be a pure miracle if you didn't already have your underwear completely soaked. With rhythmic movements you try to satisfy your arousal. His breath is getting faster and faster, you can't help but moan again.

You let your mouth slide up and down faster. In your mouth you feel his length growing even bigger and you taste him a little.

You love it.

He carefully takes your free hand and guides it to his balls, he almost whispers between his gasps, "Squeeze them gently."

You follow his instruction. Tenderly you let your fingers wander over his balls, squeezing gently as you suck greedily on his cock. "You look so…  beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he whispers breathlessly.

His cock twitches more and more and the grumbling deep in his chest doesn't let up.

His hand first glides gently through your hair until he suddenly grabs hold of you and holds you tightly while his cock disappears almost completely into your mouth. This sight makes him come almost immediately. "Fuck, Fuck... Fuck! Y/N, take him all the way in your mouth... oh Fuuck, take all of me."

Suddenly he grips your hair tighter, his other hand claws into the sofa and you notice a violent twitch go through his balls and cock. You increase the tempo once more and suck eagerly on his cock. Aemond grips your hair even tighter as he inhales sharply, a moan caught in his throat.

His thighs tremble slightly. "In a moment... there will be a liquid in your mouth... swallow what you can..."

Then he moans loudly and your name passes his lips countless times.

With one last thrust from his hip, Aemond squirts his hot cum into your mouth, right down your throat. You have a large amount of liquid in your mouth and you try to swallow it all down. A little liquid runs down your lips, but you don't stop sucking and swallowing until you notice Aemond's grip on your hair loosening.

Slowly you lift your head up and wipe your lips with your hand.

Aemond's head is leaning back, his eye is closed. He gasps to himself, but he smiles.

You look at him for a moment. You have to smile. Carefully you stand up and then straddle his waist. He looks up and smiles at you, his hands find their way to your hips, he caresses you. You kiss each other gently.

"You taste delicious", you say with a smile on your lips.

He laughs briefly.

You kiss him again.

The next morning you wake up in your chambers. Aemond has spent the night in his chambers. You thought it wiser not to spend the night together, as the servants would come early in the morning to fetch your luggage. So that the carriages can be loaded for the hunt.

However, he did not miss the opportunity to accompany you to your chambers and kiss you passionately goodbye as well as gently caress your cheek.

You have to smile at the thought of your last evening. To feel him... and tasting... it was indescribably beautiful.

The heaviness of the last few days that lay on your chest has almost disappeared. You were hurt and yet missed Aemond at the same time. You are still not comfortable with Alys presence at court. You would prefer it if she would just leave.

But now Aemond is by your side again. You know how he feels about Alys and that nothing happened between them. At least not in the last few days... and apart from that kiss... You push the thought aside.

And again, you have to think of all the accidents that can happen during a hunt in the forest, and that makes the feeling of Alys presence a little more bearable.

Yet he went to the effort of dancing with you in public and explaining himself.... You're glad he reached out to you. And that your father talked to you. Almost stood up for Aemond...

You are jolted out of your thoughts when there is a knock at your door

"Yes?" you call out.

The door opens and four servants step inside. They curtsey slightly and the one speaks to you "Princess Y/N, we are to fetch your clothes and other things to load them into the carriages."

You slowly sit up in bed, "Yes, that's fine. There are two boxes next to the door. Please take them and load them."

The servants curtsey again and take the boxes. After you have bathed and dressed, you go to breakfast.

Your family is already gathered and light conversation fills the hall. Aemond is also at the table and your eyes meet.

You have to smile and bite your lower lip lightly. Even as you look away, Aemond is still looking at you with a smile.

Daemon notices and looks at you with a raised eyebrow as you sit down next to him. You kiss his cheek lightly, followed by a quiet "Daddy."

After a few more glances between you and Aemond, Daemon decides to tease you.

He looks at you from the side and turns to the family, "Did everyone have a restful sleep?"

You look at him confused. Even your mother looks at him irritated, "Since when do you care whether your fellow men have slept well?"

He shrugs slightly, "I don't know, I was walking along the corridor leading to the princes' chambers last night and heard unusual noises. So I was worried that not everyone had had a relaxing night's rest."

You choke slightly and have to cough, your gaze goes forward to Aemond. His eye is wide open, but he quickly regains his composure and looks unimpressed.

You look at your father, who smiles at you.

He wasn't near the chambers last night, why should he be? But he wanted to know if you were there. Just as you are about to answer, you hear Aemond's voice.

"Thank you for asking uncle, but don't worry, I really was able to sleep very relaxed."

Everyone at the table is now looking in Aemond's direction. No one says anything. Aegon even looks relatively amused and drinks his wine with relish. There is far too much surprise that Aemond and Daemon are talking to each other.

Daemon has to suppress a chuckle and replies, "Yes, I can imagine that only too well."

You look down at your plate and try to finish your breakfast as quickly as possible.

While standing in the courtyard, you watch absently as the carriages are loaded.

Your brothers look forward to the hunt. Your father does the same and looks forward to the wine.

Drinking wine, riding through the woods and killing animals. Except for the wine drinking, it doesn't sound very enticing to you.

Suddenly you hear a soft "My Love" in your ear. You turn around and see Aemond. You blush slightly, without knowing exactly why. Aemond has to smile in response.

You stand close together, "You'll come hunting as well?"

He nods slightly, "Of course. I am the king's son. My brother and sister are to be celebrated with this hunt... And I can't leave you alone in the wilderness after all." He smiles at you. Oh how you missed that smile.

"Well, she's not all alone, I'm still here too."

Aemond's jaw stiffens and as you look over Aemond's shoulder you see Rob.

"Rob," you smile at him. He smiles back and winks at you.

"Mmm, that's right. There are still dogs needed for the hunt", Aemond turns slowly in Rob's direction, his hand resting on your lower back. You whisper warningly to him, "Aemond..."

Rob chuckles slightly, "That's all right. After all, women like to bring the dogs to bed with them at night. That keeps them... warm".

You notice how Aemond stiffens. You also notice how the whole situation recharges.

"Rob? I'll see you later, yeah?", Rob smiles and gives you a quick nod.

You take Aemond by the arm and lead him away.

You stop in front of the royal carriages, the first ones already boarding them.

Aemond caresses your cheek.

You lean into the touch, "I don't like that we can't travel together."

He chuckles softly, "I'll see you when we arrive."

You nod at him. Aemond's gaze wanders briefly and no one seems to be looking, he takes your hand and gently kisses the inside of your wrist. You smile.

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[bryce-bucher]

.50 Caliber 3D Platformer Post #7

Environment AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAART:

Finally, I've gotten around to making the environment art for the one level that I've got rn. I've been playing the system shock remake, and I really love how that game creates the illusion of grungy detail that reveals itself to be very low-resolution textures up-close. I knew I wanted the game to look like of grungy for a while now, but I didn't know exactly how I would go about achieving it. I toyed with the idea of layering photocopy textures over everything, but I eventually settled on using low resolution textures that are dithered with web colors. I'm quite happy with how it ended up looking. I think it has a source engineish vibe that reveals itself to be more colorful and strange up-close.

The Textures:

The process for making these is a lot simpler and less time consuming that how I usually make textures. This is mostly because I'm relying a lot more on the baked lighting to make things look good in this particular game, so the textures can get away with being less detailed. I'm mostly just grabbing stuff off of websites like textures.com and adjusting the contrast / coloration before shrinking them down and lowering the color depth. Here are some examples of how they look wowee wow:

Lightinggg:

For this game I'm using baked lighting as opposed to vertex based or realtime. I really like how it looks, and it ends up saving me a lot of time. If you don't know how baked lighting works, basically I place lights around a scene in unity, and then I use anything but unity's built in lightbaker that is bad and sucks (I use bakery) to essentially turn the lighting into a texture map that is placed on the mesh. It turns lights into textures basically. It is a lot more performant than real-time lighting, and it usually looks a lot better as well. With this game's particular art style, everything really ends up coming together with the lighting, and it would look pretty trash without it.

Cameo Skinz:

I've always really liked putting cameos in my stuff from artists that I'm friends with and/or take a lot of inspiration from. In this game, I plan to include a lot of unlockable skins for the player character that are characters from games / animations / whatever that I like. So far I've made a couple to breakup my time working on environment art. Check um out:

This one is Peter Shorts from an upcoming game called You Are Peter Shorts. I loved this dude at first sight and it was the first skin I ended up making. He was really fun to make because he has no body or hands, so I ended up making his head/torso one big thing that is attached to the head bone. You are Peter Shorts is made by the talented ondydev who I don't think I've actually asked permission to include this skin yet. If it doesn't end up in the final game pretend I didn't post about it lol. You should check out their previous game Tres-Bashers if you haven't.

This one is Appy from Brawlers World! Brawlers World is one of those creative projects that is so great that it gives me envy. I'm honestly so excited to be able to have this little dude in my game, and I think he ended up fitting into the art style super well. Those are the only two skins I've made so far. I have a lot more planned including Nova from Anodyne 2, Frog from Jamphibian, Knight of Trye from Knight's Try, Orbo from Peeb Adventures & Orbo's Odyssey, and some characters from my own stuff. They aren't a high priority right now because I have to actually make the game first, but I'll probably make a few here and there to curb burnout, and I'll show them off whenever I do. I am v passionate about the cool shit my peers are making, and I hope other people are too.

Conclusion:

idk it's like 8 am and I haven't slept. I've just been workin a lot while listening to the magnus archives. I guess I can turn this conclusion into me talking about the magnus archives. I'm on episode 197 while writing this so im almost done. It is p cool and I like how much it changes tonally overtime. It really feels like a big long journey, and I like media that can do that kinda thing. It is now a series that I will forever associate with the development of this game considering I listened to it all while working on it. It's kinda funny how that happens. Sometimes I'll be in a location in one of my games and it'll make me think about some video essay or w/e that I was watching while making it. Anyway, have a good day every1 pls tyty

[nowoyas]

koi no yokan 16: stop the spiral (nishinoya yuu/reader)

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A/N: HAPPY NOYA WEEK

Summary: You spend time around the Nishinoya family. Yachi experiences a normal day anxiety.

Warnings: blanket series warnings, depictions of the early stages of an anxiety attack, implied self-harm (for one sentence, non-explicit)

Words: 4300+

Time flies when your head isn't desperately trying to prevent itself from splitting apart. Two days takes you into a stage of recovery where Noya's mom tells you that you can go home if—and only if—you'd like to, and two nights of sleeping within arm's reach of Noya and not hearing from your father even though he knows you haven't been home in nearly a week takes you into just the right amount of risk-taking behaviors to ask to stay a little longer.

When you work up the courage to ask, you're sitting in the kitchen, legs swinging as you watch Noya's mom make lunch for the three of you. Satsuki's out with friends, Mei's studying upstairs, and Kaede's out. Apparently, Noya's grandfather spends a lot of time out of the house, just generally having a good time, so you're left with Rina.

"Um, Nishinoya-san…" you start, biting your lip.

"Please, Rina's fine."

"R-Rina-san, then…?"

She nods, not looking up from where she's slicing tomatoes. "Yes?"

"You know how you said I could leave whenever I wanted?"

Another nod. Her knife hand slows as she tilts her head to listen to you. "Of course. Now that you're well enough to handle yourself without too much risk to your health, I'm not going to trap you here."

"…is it also okay if I stay a bit longer…? I just, I mean, I don't know how Noya-senpai really feels about it or anything, and I guess Satsuki-san said she wanted me to stay, too, but, I mean—I don't want to impose, I just…"

She puts down the knife entirely. "Honey, you can stay as long as you like. I'm absolutely positive that Yuu is happy to have you here, and the girls all like you, too."

"Okay," you say. Rina makes you feel small in the worst way. Not looked down on, but vulnerable. "I don't think I'm ready to go home yet."

She hums her approval. Picks the knife back up.

"I, um, I'm feeling really good today, so I might try to go to practice tomorrow for a little bit to see how I handle it."

"That's a good plan. The doctor's orders said to slowly start returning to school and activities, so that's a good start."

"Oh, but—just in case I can't do it, um, don't tell Noya-senpai? I wanna go in the middle of the day, I think."

Another nod. "I'll see if any of the girls are available to walk you."

You smile and turn to your phone as Rina finishes making lunch, firing off a few texts to the newly-created manager group chat. The excitement buzzes already; you can't wait.

~

…or maybe, you can wait. Maybe you really, really can.

You wake up and there is no one here. Soba is not with you—she slept somewhere else last night—and Noya must have already gone to practice. He sent you a text, a picture of Soba with her face in her food bowl, along with a have a good day!.

You wish it helped. Yesterday's quiet excitement—coordinating with the girls in short bursts of texts over the course of the afternoon, talking Mei into walking you to and from the school today so you can surprise them properly and leave before practice is officially over—is gone now, replaced with a lump of dread that makes it difficult for you to swallow and the looming memory that your father didn't even notice.

Part of you wants to simply not show. Let them wonder. The other, more insidious part of you knows that you wouldn't be able to handle it if they didn't notice, either.

You roll over, flip over to the managers group chat.

[name] to Karasuno Managers!!! at 8:48

[name]: hey, uh, nix the return today

[name]: sorry

[name]: feel like I'm gonna throw up lol

No replies pour in right away. That's fine, that makes sense; they're at practice, they're busy.

You drag yourself down the stairs, meander into the kitchen to pick out the most meager breakfast you can get away with.

You stumble, head-first, into Mei in the kitchen. She's holding a plate of food, and at the sight of you, she blinks in surprise. "Oh. You're up."

"Good morning," you mumble. "Sorry for bumping into you."

"No, no, don't be. I made breakfast?"

You nod to the table. She joins you, lays down a plate in front of you and another in front of herself. You pick at it. It looks and smells delicious, and honestly, of everyone who's had the chance to cook for you so far, she's probably the best.

"Do you still want me to walk you to the school today?" she says after a moment.

Your hand stills. "I… I dunno."

She leans forward, chin resting in her hand. "What's up?"

"Just—just overthinking," you admit, probably because she suddenly looks stunningly like her siblings. "It's probably not anything."

"I don't want to needle you the way Yuu or Satsuki might, but if you wanted to talk about it, um… I'm good with overthinking. Satsuki says it's my best skill."

You stifle a sudden laugh. "Same here. Uh, Satsuki-san doesn't say that to me, but I mean—you get me." A pause. You take a bite of your breakfast, chew painfully slowly. It's not like you particularly mistrust Mei. And given that you do kinda feel your heart in your throat for no reason right now, and given that Mei's experienced with dealing with this…

Well, it probably wouldn't hurt.

"…I just kinda feel like maybe Noya-senpai's the only one who cares if I come back and maybe he just cares because he's nice."

She tilts her head, searches your face carefully. "Why?"

You cringe. You're in too deep already to back out, but… "I just… I don't know. I guess I just kinda always assume that no one actually wants me around? But, y'know, I'm kind of the bonus manager. I joined because I happened to be standing close to Yachi-san when Shimizu-senpai asked her, and we both just sort of agreed to it. And Shimizu-senpai is obviously really established and impossible to compete with because the guys think she's a goddess on Earth or whatever, and Yachi-san didn't seem like she was gonna stick around but not only has she stuck around but also she made these totally kickass posters for the team because they needed donations and like, that leaves me as the extra, right? She's actually done shit to establish herself. So now I'm, like… left over. And I'm sure they've spent all week realizing how much they absolutely do not need me around. I don't wanna go back and them not be, like, happy to see me, or whatever, but—"

You groan, dropping your head to the table. You stop short of what would have been a satisfying thunk, if only because you expect a lecture for mistreating your head that way under the circumstances. "This is so stupid. I haven't cared about having friends in ages. I don't get why I'm getting worked up about it now."

"I mean, I don't want to assume anything, but… isn't it just that you like being a manager? I think it's probably normal to want to feel accepted."

"I don't want anything. I don't like wanting things. It feels itchy."

"Well, do you think it'd help if you did something for them, too? Like, um, Yachi-san did?"

"Nothing's going to be as cool as those stupid posters," you whine. "They're amazing, Mei-san. They look like they were designed by a professional and everything. I can't make anything like that."

"Well, Yuu was talking about how you like to cook for people. Maybe you could do something with that?"

Your eyes light up a little.

You… you could do something with that.

"Mei-san," you say, picking your head up. "Are you busy today?"

~

Hitoka stares at the messages, heart thumping in her throat until it threatens to choke her.

She knows, okay? She knows that she gets her head caught up in things and trips down paths that no one else seems to think are worthy of exploring. She knows her imagination runs away, and her heart with it, at the slightest provocation. Usually, in hindsight, laying awake and mind racing, she can see where, maybe, her anxiety took over and dragged her into the realm of unreasonable, or she can follow those same paths deeper, depending on the night.

The trouble is that knowing that much doesn't actually stop the spiral. If anything, it makes it worse—between the they're gonna die or she's going to try to murder me is the constant backbeat, the stop being silly, the you're being stupid. Frustration and shame and embarrassment cloud it, make the panic worse. Sometimes she wonders how anyone ever puts up with her, her social missteps, her catastrophizing at the tiniest slights.

This isn't one of the occasions where she knows she's being stupid. Actually, she's pretty sure the new fear is well-founded. No matter how many times she rereads the texts, she falls short of any other explanation for them, anyway.

[name] to Karasuno Managers!!! at 8:48

[name]: hey, uh, nix the return today

[name]: sorry

[name]: feel like I'm gonna throw up lol

[name]: actually, when you guys see this, could one of you ask Takeda-sensei to meet me outside?

[name]: I gotta talk to him about something, but I don't want any of the guys to see me and get excited

Her hands shake as she taps out a response.

Yachi: no problem! I hope yuou're feeling better soon!!!

Yachi: omg I'm sorry *you're

Yachi: I'll let Sensei know and you can ytext when you're herer and i'll get him!!!

Yachi: *text **here ***I'll

She'd done as much. The sick lurching from the first time she'd read and replied to the messages lingered long after, lingers even now. It had lingered through the short work of tracking down Sensei, and through the short conversation in which she let him know what was going on with you. It had lingered through her teeth, her closed-lipped smile as she held her fear bundled up in her hyperactive heart. It lingered through the twenty minutes it took for you to send a follow-up text—I'm here! Can you send Sensei to find me?—and through watching Takeda-sensei slip out of the gym to speak with you. And then, in the time since then, it wells up and threatens to spill over.

She glances at the clock on the wall, protected by a dented cage. You've been talking to Sensei for almost half an hour.

"Hitoka-chan."

She screams, the towels she'd been carrying to hand out going flying at Shimizu's sudden voice behind her. Shimizu moves effortlessly, glides as she collects the dropped towels. Hitoka babbles as she joins her, some sort of overblown apology, made worse by her awareness of the guys on break looking at the source of the scream.

"Are you alright? You're looking paler than usual."

"O-oh, I'm fine!" she stammers, failing to pick up one of the dropped towels. "It's nothing! R-really!"

Shimizu hums, peering at her with a worried look, and she's screwing up again, she's making such a pretty woman worry about her, she's such a failure, such a—

"Are you overheated? You have to watch your temperature in this heat. It won't do any good if you get heat exhaustion."

No, her brain replies, emphatic. She's not going home, she can't, she needs to be here—

"I'm not overheating! I-I just don't want [surname]-chan to quit, t-that's all!"

"Quit?" Nishinoya repeats behind her, stunned.

She drops the collected towels all over again.

"Did she say anything about that?" Shimizu asks, and Yachi fights the urge to dig her nails into her arm to calm down.

"N-no, she didn't say anything, I just—she just—[surname]-chan was g-gonna come back today, but then she randomly said she couldn't b-because she was feeling sick, and t-then she came anyway to talk to Sensei about s-something? A-and they've been talking for a while, a-and maybe she's—maybe she's quitting because—"

She slaps her hands over her mouth. The sick feeling is finally gone—no more tension, only horror, racing horror through her veins.

She wasn't supposed to say anything.

Now you're going to be mad. Furious. Livid. How is she ever supposed to keep friends if she can't even listen to something as simple as a "don't mention this thing to anyone"? How is she ever—

Nishinoya snaps his fingers in her face and her out of her spiral. At some point, he crouched in front of her, expression serious. "You're gonna give yourself a panic attack. You gotta stop thinking like that!"

Easy for you to say, her mind supplies bitterly, and then she instantly feels worse for having thought it.

He laughs, smile wide. "True, it is easy! Y'know why?"

Oh my god I said that out loud—

"[name]-san doesn't wanna say it, but she really likes it here. She was really happy when I gave her the card and stuff from everyone, y'know? When I checked on her before bed that night, she was just looking at it and smiling. And she's always asking how everyone's doing when I come home. And when the doctor mentioned that she might not be able to go to the next training camp, depending on how smoothly her recovery goes—she'll be coming, with the way she's been improving—she got so pouty. She definitely wants to come back, you just gotta trust her."

"Y-you really think she's gonna stay…?"

He nods. "You should've seen the way her eyes lit up when she was talking to Nee-san about the team the other day. She tries to pretend like she's all aloof and doesn't really care, and she's definitely getting caught up thinking we don't want her here no matter what I tell her, but I can basically guarantee that the idea of quitting has never even occurred to her."

That…

is comforting, actually.

Maybe.

A little bit.

"You're… really serious about [surname]-chan, aren't you?" she asks.

His smile only widens. "Of course! I'm gonna get to a thousand proposals and marry her, you know!"

Impossibly, her heart does lighten a little. "W-well, if you're so sure she's not going anywhere, then I guess I can believe it, too."

He smiles. Nods. Darts off to chatter at Tanaka about something to do with you… sleeping with noodles? She definitely missed something.

"He really does act different when it comes to her," Shimizu notes mildly.

"D-do you think so?"

She nods. "He's been flirting with me since last year—if you can call it that—but… I dunno. It's like he actually calms down when he's talking about her."

"I wish I had someone like that," she sighs.

Shimizu raises an eyebrow. "Like him?"

"No! I-I'm sure he's perfectly fine, I just mean—someone I can be calm around. You know?"

She smiles. Tilts her head. "I get that."

~

Mei is fun to cook with. You talked to Takeda, worked out the menu and timing, and talked to him about your staggered return to practice. It was a good conversation, and you left with notes and a shopping list, and then left the store with the needed groceries. Mei lets you take the lead on cooking, helps you out dutifully while letting you control, and for a while, it's peaceful.

Then Satsuki comes downstairs.

She's in sleep shorts and a tank top, and she grabs a soda out of the fridge seemingly before she notices either of you. "Mornin'," she says, rubbing sleep from her eye.

"Morning," you chirp back.

"Satsuki, it's one in the afternoon," Mei chides.

"Afternoon, then," she corrects. "It's summer. When else am I gonna sleep in?"

"I guess, but…"

"Eh, let her," you shrug. "At some point we're gonna have jobs and have to beg our bosses for the chance to sleep in two days in a row. Might as well milk it now, you know?"

"See, you say that, but didn't you basically sign all that away for the volleyball club?" Satsuki teases. "Yuu, like, never sleeps in."

"Senpai's insane, though. He just like, wakes up alert. He lays down to sleep at a normal time and actually falls asleep. It's freak behavior, if you ask me."

Satsuki stifles a laugh. "Yeah, I don't know where that came from. Jii-chan's like that, too. It freaks me out. Morning people."

You clasp a hand over your chest in mock horror. "Monsters walking among us!"³¹

Her expression shifts into something more teasing as you turn back to preparing food. "Oh, speaking of: I noticed someone's been sleeping in his room at night."

"What can I say? Soba loves me."

Mei stifles a laugh. "I don't think she was talking about Soba."

You roll your eyes. "I felt bad making him sleep in the hallway, that's all."

"That's all? Ms. Single, I'm starting to think you might be a bit of a heartbreaker."

You set aside the prepped ingredients for now—you have to wait for the rice to finish cooking before you do anything else. When you turn, Satsuki has hopped up to sit herself on the counter, one elbow propped up against the side of the fridge. "I'm not a heartbreaker."

"So, you're in love with my brother, and/or in denial about being in love with my brother."

You cough, brushing past her to grab a drink of your own. "You Nishinoyas are really good at jumping to conclusions. Where did you even get that?"

"So I landed on something? If you're not leading him on, then you have feelings for him. I don't think that's a wild assumption to make."

You roll your eyes. "Noya-senpai and I are friends. That's it. I don't deny that he thinks I'm pretty; he's made that glaringly obvious, but teenage hormones are a hell of a drug. He'll get bored of me and give up soon enough."

"Denial, then," Satsuki nods.

"I hate to have to tell you this," Mei says, "but, um, have you met Yuu? He doesn't give up. Like, ever."

"Especially not with pretty girls. Like it or not, babygirl, he's not giving up on you until you're taken, and even then, probably not until you outright reject him. Do you have any idea how much time he's spent trying to catch the attention of girls who think they can wait him out?"

…oh. Yeah, you do. You're not exactly blind. You shrug. "Yeah, exactly. I'm not special. He'll find some prettier girl with less problems, of which you'll find there are many, and drop the idea."

"[name]-chan…" Mei breathes, brows drawn together with sympathy.

"You know that he's not gonna give up just because you're a little broken, right?"

"Uh, Satsuki—"

Satsuki rolls her eyes at Mei. "What? We're all broken here. So's Yuu. He's just better at not paying attention to his broken parts. If anything, I think he probably likes her better because she's not all perfect and flawless. Can't really relate to a doll, y'know?"

You drop into one of the seats at the table, resting your chin in your hand and carefully schooling your expression as Mei turns to chiding Satsuki for being too blunt.

It's not like anything said today has been news, except maybe the comment about Noya being just as broken, and even then, hardly. But it's easy to forget about the way Noya leaps for any shred of attention from Shimizu, the way he'll sometimes double-take at some pretty girl in the hall when you're taking lunch together, the way he fucking… audibly growls if he thinks some random dude might be interested in your senior manager. It's easy to forget all that with the way he looks at you.

He hasn't given up on her just because you're in the picture. Because you're not special enough for that.

It's not like he doesn't really feel something for you. He's made abundantly clear how pretty he thinks you are and how much he wants to be around you, and you don't think that's diminished just because he thinks other girls are beautiful or wants to be around them. He really, genuinely, feels all of that for every girl. But…

You let a sigh pass your lips.

What happens when he finds an equally pretty girl who gives him what he deserves? Will he give up on you, then? If you gave in, you doubt he'd stop thinking every girl alive is beautiful. If you gave him more, he'd only…

"Anyway, [name]-chan!" Satsuki shouts suddenly, pointing at you with dramatic flare. "All that's to say, I'm not gonna get into Yuu's shit with you if he hasn't told you himself, but he does genuinely like you and he's not just fucking around. Nor is he gonna drop you just because you've got some shit going on. You don't have to do this whole, clam up and protect yourself thing."

You raise an eyebrow. Now's not the time to depress yourself over things that hardly matter to you. "Uh-huh?"

"Uh-huh! If you're not gonna make out with me, and you're not gonna hurt him, then go for it."

You huff a laugh. "Right. I don't plan to hurt him, but you know everyone hurts everyone eventually, right? I've made my stance with him clear enough, so if he gets hurt… I'm not gonna say it's not gonna be my fault, but I will say I'm not going out of my way to hurt him."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that at some point, I'm gonna blow up, because again, broken, and if I'm too close, it's gonna hurt him. But like, I don't say shit I don't mean. If he actually keeps up with the proposals and shit and makes it to a thousand, I'm still gonna marry him. Even if I think it's a horrible idea on his part. Hell, if he manages it a thousand times and I'm already in a relationship with someone else, I'll break up with them."

She leans forward, nearly tumbling off the counter. Mei steadies her quickly, muttering a careful! in admonishment. "Oho," she says, not missing a beat, "interesting. When do we get to start calling you our sister-in-law?"

"Slow down. He hasn't even made it to a hundred yet."

"Uh-huh. How many is he up to?"

"Sixty-seven," you reply automatically.

"I think he's making good time. You're, what, fifteen?"

"Sixteen," you mutter.

"So he's got four years before you're actually legally able to marry him, he started talking about you like two months ago, and he's averaging more than one proposal a day. He's actually gonna have to slow down if the wedding is coming right after proposal 1000."

You shrug. "Assuming he doesn't give up."

"Again, this is Yuu we're talking about. Even if you got a boyfriend in the meantime, he'd probably punch the dude just to get to keep asking you so he doesn't lose time. Face it, you're either going back on your word, or you're gonna be a Nishinoya."

You don't know how to respond to that. The inside of your cheek is a little raw from where you've been chewing it. Are you stupid to be this serious about what was initially a joke? Are you stupid to hedge your bets on him giving up on you? It's not like you don't like his family. It's not like you don't like it here.

Mei pipes up from where she'd been lost in thought, tilting her head. "When was your birthday? It would've already passed if you're sixteen and a first year."

You wouldn't normally want to tell her, but if this conversation does not change subject ASAP, you're going to explode. "Couple weeks ago. The seventh."

Satsuki grins. "He's gonna be mad that you didn't tell him, you know."

"He'll get over it. I don't like people making a big deal over me."

Mei stifles a laugh. "You're a weird pair, then."

"I'm gathering. Do me a favor and don't tell him?"

Satsuki hums thoughtfully. "Mm, I'll think about it."

~

Somehow, you manage to keep a sea of prepared food away from Noya's prying eyes. The kitchen is cleaned before he gets back from practice—reasonably late, all things considered—and Satsuki has started in on making dinner, since it's her night. You and Mei let her in on the surprise, so she puts herself to work bossing Noya right out of the kitchen with a teasing go bother your girlfriend, this is a no boys allowed zone today. You're happy to let him flop dramatically across your lap as long as he lets you rest your book on top of him and he doesn't look in the fridge.

He scrabbles for the TV remote, apparently intent on replacing Soba for the night, and you stop yourself halfway to poking at a new bruise on the back of his calf.

You turn back to your book and try not to sigh. Perceptive bastard's gonna notice anyway, but you're trying not to let him, even if your throat feels like cotton when you try to talk to him.

Stop being ridiculous, you chide yourself sternly. It doesn't seem to work.

You just can't get your head off everything. You don't even know why it fucking bothers you.

You sigh. Catch his waist when he reaches too far and nearly falls off your lap. He successfully retrieves the remote, and grins up at you with his thanks.

"Fell for you," he teases quietly.

"Stupid," you reply. "You're gonna get yourself hurt."

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Tags: @deeplightgarden @idonthaveanameideayet @dusstory @kazunish

[crinkled-emotions]

If you're taking requests from that list you posted for this weekend could I please ask for 6 and 19, maybe for Bradley, or whoever you prefer? I really don't mind xx

I'm so excited for everything you're working on!!���️❤️❤️❤️

I love this, thanks so much for your patience!!

Those that have sent in requests and I haven't posted them yet- I'm going through some mega writer's block rn but hopefully it'll clear up soon. I do have fics coming soon!

Did I have to make this Hangster? No. Did I make it Hangster?

6. Mumbling into their chest "just hold me" and 19. "that was just a nightmare, it's all okay.

-

Wrapping his arms around Bradley's waist, Jake gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. In the dark kitchen, shadows from the moon covering them, Bradley looked... tired. Haunted.

"Hey, it's late... early. Are you okay?"

He already knew the answer. Bradley may have been facing the window into their backyard, stone-faced and silent as he leaned on the kitchen sink, but his hands shook when he reached for Jake's and he refused to turn his head. Jake slipped his hand up the back of Bradley's sleep shirt, rubbing his hand over his lower back. He'd always done it, even way back when they'd tried this the first time.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nope," Bradley murmured, apparently out of his trance now. His shoulders remained tense, his eyes forward, but the more Jake moved his hand the more he began to relax.

"Come back to bed with me," Jake finally whispered softly. Bradley opened his mouth to hesitate, or complain, maybe even start an argument, but his entire body fell forward and he nodded numbly. He let Jake take him by the hand and lead him back upstairs.

"Try to get some sleep, Roos. I love you."

As Bradley rolled on to his side facing away from Jake, he heard the murmured love you too and Jake sighed, burying against the pillow.

-

The next morning Hangman was on a mission. He kissed Rooster goodbye at the Bronco and beelined for the ready room while Rooster headed for his office to make a start on some paperwork. Of course Maverick was standing by the coffee machine, reading a text while he waited for the liquid gold to brew.

"Mav," Hangman called out. Maverick pocketed his phone, glancing up.

"Hangman, good morning. Have you spoken to-"

"-something's wrong."

Maverick cocked an eyebrow, leaning in to whisper to Hangman conspiratorially.

"Jake; my godson picked you, something must be wrong."

"It's Bradley, sir. Something's wrong with Bradley."

The amused, jovial glint to Maverick's eyes dulled and his eyebrows knitted together. The lines by his eyes, usually indicating a cheeky smile or a mischievous act, now indicated concern.

"Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I woke up and the bed was cold, so I went looking for him. He was standing by the kitchen window and it was 4am, he- he was- he was shaking. Because he's Bradley, he didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to tell me what was wrong, so I- I dragged him back to bed, and he kissed me goodnight, but I think he pretended to be asleep so I didn't bring it up again."

"What about this morning, before work?"

"Same thing; I got up at 6, he pretended he slept in and then he rushed to get ready."

Jake frowned, thinking of the Bronco.

"He blasted 80's music the whole way here."

Maverick winced.

"Okay, that's bad news. Alright, keep an eye on him today. In a professional capacity I can only ground him but that's a last resort. As his godfather, though..."

Maverick suddenly looked like he'd aged about twenty years, and Jake felt that. He hadn't slept all that well after peeling Bradley off the kitchen sink, wanting to listen in case he said something or needed comfort. He knew Bradley reached for his phone somewhere around 5am and had scrolled on tiktok for a bit, but when Jake's alarm went off at 6 he was back to pretending to be asleep. He didn't have the heart to tell him to get up, so when the clock hit 7 and Jake was starting to think Bradley was staying home he'd gone back upstairs to find him frantically getting ready for the day.

"I'll talk to him if I can catch him long enough. At the very least, it'll piss him off enough he'll go to you."

Ah, Maverick. Ever the optimist.

"Thanks, Mav. I really appreciate it. I wouldn't usually do this, I just- I'm worried about him, y'know?"

"I do."

Maverick squeezed Hangman's arm, clearing his throat.

"I think we burned the coffee."

"Fuck."

-

Maverick knocked on Rooster's office door, poking his head in and sending him a smile.

"Hey, Roos. Got a minute?"

"Only a minute."

Ooh, grumpy pants. Maverick had dealt with worse. Seventeen year old Bradley Bradshaw had been a force of nature... and grief.

Maverick sat on one of the chairs in front of Rooster's desk, clearing his throat.

"Can I ask?"

"Ask what?"

"Is everything okay?"

Rooster huffed, closing the file he'd been writing in as he clenched his fists.

"You talked to Jake?"

"Jake and I had a conversation about someone we love."

"Fantastic. You already know what's going on; what's your prognosis, Doctor Maverick?"

"I don't know. What do you think is going on, Bradley?"

Rooster shrugged, brown eyes firm as he stared his godfather down.

"Was that all, sir?"

"Yeah, Roos, that's all."

"Okay. I need to finish this report."

Maverick knew when he'd been shown the door, despite what others said. He stood, pausing before he exited.

"Hey, Bradley; Jake and I, and the others, we're here for you, okay? No matter what it is, how stupid it feels; you can come to us."

"Thanks, Maverick."

-

Jake had been asleep all of thirty seconds when he felt hands on his shoulders, frantically shaking him.

"Jake, wake up. Wake up."

His eyes opened and he looked around the room, finally finding Bradley in the darkness.

"Babe? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"I can't breathe."

Jake frowned, sitting up in bed as he reached for the lamp on his nightstand.

"What?"

With the haze of sleep gone from his mind, he took in Bradley and immediately moved, pulling Bradley to the side of the bed and making him put his feet on the cold floor of their bedroom. With his hand on his partner's back, Jake gently guided him to put his head between his knees.

"Darlin', you can breathe. I think you're having a panic attack, it's okay. I'm right here."

"Jake," Bradley sobbed, one hand reaching up for his boyfriend. Jake grasped it, pressing kisses to his knuckles.

"I know B, I know. It's okay, I'm right here."

For half an hour Jake listened to Bradley gasp for air, sobbing occasionally when it got too much and he couldn't keep it down anymore. When Jake went to shift, stretch his legs considering he'd been sitting in an awkward position since he woke up, Bradley's head had shot up and he reached for Jake, eyes searching for any sign that he was safe.

"Roos, I'm staying, I had a cramp. Do you feel up to lying down?"

After a moment, Bradley slowly nodded. Jake pulled the covers back, damp with sweat, and instead pulled a blanket from the box on the end of the bed. Gently covering Bradley with it, he put a hand on his cheek.

"Okay?"

"Can I tell you about it without you losing your shit?"

Jake snorted, fondly running a hand through his boyfriend's hair.

"I'm worried about you, not angry. If you want to tell me, I'll listen."

Bradley lifted the blanket slightly and Jake got the idea, sliding in with him. His boyfriend, despite his panic, was warm and firm and still the best person to snuggle with despite snoring like a chainsaw.

Listen, we can't all sleep peacefully.

"It started last week. I- I woke up, and... and I could smell smoke. See smoke."

Jake kept his eyes on his boyfriend, sensing the way his body became tense and then relaxed when he could feel Jake's hand on his side.

"I looked over and... I dunno, I think you were in the bathroom, but I couldn't see you. I was so tired, I thought..."

"Oh, Roos..."

Jake scooted closer, surprised at the way that his own chest hurt. Bradley's eyes fell closed against his shoulder and his hands tightened their grip on his shirt.

"M'sorry I couldn't tell you. Ever since then, every time I try to sleep... I just see smoke, and you yelling over comms, and I dream of your jet going down. I've never had this before, I don't- I don't know what to do with it."

"It was just a nightmare, Roos. It's all okay."

Jake pulled away from their hug, brushing a hand over Bradley's cheek. As Bradley's shoulders relaxed, he buried back in against Jake.

"I think we're supposed to talk about it before it gets to this point."

Jake snorted.

"Yeah, okay, that sounds good."

Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder at the alarm clock on his nightstand.

"We should change the sheets... get you cleaned up."

"Just... stay. We can do it in the morning."

Bradley gently pushed Jake on to his back, practically covering him from head to toe.

"Are you gonna be here in the morning?"

"Yeah, Roos. Get some sleep, we'll talk later."

-

Jake woke up the next morning, sighing in relief at the sound of snoring in his ear. He reached up, brushing his fingers through Bradley's curls.

"I love you," he whispered softly.

-

[hispieceofcake]

🪲My opinions and thoughts about the costume of the main character in the Beetlejuice sequel trailer🕸️ — (and the upcoming film)

I want to make it clear that these are just my opinions and thoughts, this post has no intention of provoking discussion or offending other people's opinions, it's just what I think and what I observe.

Okay, firstly about the choice of actor for the main character, I think the actress Jenna Ortega more than DESERVED this role, She was undoubtedly a great choice of actress, a friend and I talked about it and realized that Jenna really gives off the vibe of the movie Beetlejuice. It really fits into films with more gothic and horror themes, things like that, but then there's a small problem...

The problem itself is that they took away that gothic vibe like Lidya had in the first film, "Ah but she's Lidya's daughter, she doesn't necessarily need to be goth", That's it, Beetlejuice is a film with a more gothic feel, death, ghosts, bats, afterlife, things like that.

And I think it was kind of annoying that they took away this essence from the main character, Jenna is an AMAZING actress and fits in beautifully with gothic characters (Wednesday is an example).

Here we have an image I made comparing Lidya in the first film, and Jenna's character's outfit, and it honestly looks like she's dressed like a grunge teenager from TikTok.

"Ah, but there was a passage of time between the first film and the two"

Yes, there was, so much so that Lidya got married and had a daughter, but I don't know, they could have tried to keep the character a bit Gothic.

Now about the wedding dress on the official poster...

Guys, I even understand wanting to change the character's style and so on because well, it's been more or less 26 or 27 years and the style of the time has changed, but that's where the issue comes in. In the first film, it's Beetlejuice who makes the dress appear on Lidya, and he'll probably be the one to make Jenna's character's dress appear too and he was kind of stuck in that waiting room all that time, that is, the time has changed but he hasn't. Where I want to get to is the following

Here's a photo of Lidya's dress, and comparing it to Jenna's character's dress... I don't think Beetlejuice would make her wear a "simple" dress like that, man, we're talking about BEETLEJUICE, do you really think he would make his bride wear something simple?

Not to say anything bad, but the design on the top of the dress seems very simple, like something most people wear nowadays, I may be taking a shot in the dark for not having seen the rest of the dress but I'm talking about the top itself.

I made a picture of what in my head missing screws would make more sense or look better on the iconic wedding dress.

Like, it's okay for the top to be simple but the veil could make a big difference too, like in the image, I put two examples that I think would be perfect.

And remembering again people, it's just my opinion and my thoughts during a sleepless night, don't come and show up at my window in the middle of the night. 😥

Leaving that topic, we discovered that there will be a musical number in the film and honestly I'm quite excited and anxious to see what it will be like, and I'll be able to have a new song for my Beetlejuice playlist, so I'm very happy.☺️

Well people, that's all, I'm writing this at 3:36 in the morning and I haven't slept yet, so I decided to write this because I've been having these thoughts for a while. I also wanted to ask for something, as I've been saying in several posts, I'm making a Beetlejuice Masterlist, and it has things from the first film, the cartoon, the musical and now the sequel.

It's been a lot of work, and there's one thing I've been looking for for days and can't find, it's the 1992 Beetlejuice Cartoon Annual, so if anyone has it or has the link please share with me, I would be grateful.💗

Well, that's it, kisses to everyone's hearts and be careful with Beetlejuice in your room. *Beetlejuice jumpscare*

[e-the-village-cryptid]

some thoughts on episode 1: i really like that it's quite different from other star wars stuff i've seen recently (the main movies, clone wars, the kenobi series). it's still obviously star wars, especially with the setting (the opening reminded me of both corellia in solo a star wars story and kamino in the prequels) but there's something different about the story and the characters, as far as i can tell already. i like the droid cassian was talking to and it's interesting that it needs enough power reserves to be able to lie. the inside of the ship cassian slept in kind of reminded me of the millenium falcon at first. and i'm excited to find out more about the characters. what was going through cassian's head when he killed those officers? he says he's looking for his sister, why does he ask about her name? what happened to him as a kid? how do the other characters on ferrix fit in there? what's the deal with those two security inspectors (the one investigating the case and the one telling him to stop)? going in all i knew about andor was that it's set before rogue one (which i haven't seen yet) and a new hope and now i have a million questions and 11 more episodes to watch

yes!! I've only seen the originals, and that was years ago, so I can't compare too much to other star wars media but it is cool to hear that perspective from a star wars fan!

I love B2EMO so much he's amazing, I also love that he needs more power to lie because— yeah! to tell the truth, you just need to remember the truth, but to lie, you have to remember both the truth and the lie. it would take more power reserves!

Idk if those are rhetorical questions or not but the reason he asks for the name when he's looking for his sister is because he heard there was a Kenari woman working at that bar/brothel, and he's trying to figure out if it was his sister or just some other random woman from Kenari. the other questions I'm excited for you to find out the answers to as you go!!

what do you know about the plot/events of rogue one, if anything?

excited to hear more thoughts as you watch more!!!

[shenk-nsfw-trolls]

VAYUGTIL for levy :chinhands:

Yet another A-Z smut head cannon prompt

V - Violation: Are there any kinks your muse flat out won't do or even people they know? Are bringing them up enough to turn your muse away from a potential partner for good? Any pet names get them like that?

Without any specific ideas, we'll just go with the typical gross kinks, like scat and such.

A - Affection: How affectionate are they during sex? Is it different with people they're romantically involved with? Can they sleep with people they aren't?

Since the only people he has slept with are quads, he is quite affectionate towards them (in the manner appropriate for that quad).

Y - Yes: Do they have any specific turn ons? Things that will automatically make your muse say yes to sleeping with someone else. If not what are some other things that get them in a more romantic mood? Lighting? Dinner?

Nothing gets him quite so excited as seeing his matesprit covered in the blood of a fresh kill, and soon he'll find that a certain somebody covered in their own blood might achieve the same effect...

U - Underwear: Do they enjoy lingerie or dressing up for their partner? Or is it too much of a hassle? Favorite garments to wear? Do they ever go without underwear?

He loves seeing his partners dress up, but for him it's a little too much. He would much rather get into the action without all that in the way.

G - Group sex: Have they ever tried it? Would they ever want to try it if they haven't? If they don't enjoy it why not?

He has never tried it, nor would he be very interested in doing so. He would much rather focus all of his efforts on one person.

T - TMI: Your opportunity to talk about any dirty thing you want to talk about with your muse. Could be kinks they like or just facts.

The idea of killing somebody, to him, somehow feels like more of an intimate experience than having sex. So, given the fact that he can have sex with Vayuya AND she can die without much consequence? Oh he is going to be very weird about this.

I - Intensity: Do they like intense scenes? Or are they more a slow and take their time kind of person?

Depends on the mood TBH. Slow, passionate sex where he really takes his time exploring every inch of his partner's body is nice, but so is a faster, "I need more bulge inside them as soon as possible" kind of sex.

L - Licking: Do they enjoy using their tongue on their partners or is it too gross? If so what are their favorite places to use their tongue?

I'm sure he enjoys it, but it's not quite up there enough to really be a kink worth talking about.

[ashbrat488]

Foul Play - Chapter 22

Millicent clung nervously to Henry's hand as they entered his parents' house. Reluctantly, she handed over her coat. "Don't be nervous, Shortcake," he whispered, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze before leading her into the kitchen. The room fell silent as they entered.

"Everyone, this is Millicent... my girlfriend," Henry announced with a wide grin, emphasizing the word 'girlfriend.' Millicent smiled back, her nervousness easing as she playfully nudged his shoulder.

His mother, Marianne, stepped forward to introduce herself first. "I'm Marianne, and this is my husband, Colin." She motioned to Henry's father on her right, and with a warm smile, pulled Millicent into a hug before she could react, leaving her feeling slightly awkward. Henry sighed and intervened, "Mama, personal space, please."

"It's okay," Millicent mumbled, allowing Marianne's arm around her shoulders as she turned toward the rest of the family. "And these are Henry's older brothers, Piers, Nik, and Simon, and their wives."

Millicent timidly raised her hand in greeting as Henry gently moved her away from his mother's enthusiastic embrace. "You didn't tell me your family was so big, Henry..."

"I didn't want to scare you away before you even got here," he admitted with a teasing chuckle.

"Sneaky," she replied, a playful gleam in her eyes, as Henry chuckled and kissed her temple before offering her a seat at the table and sitting beside her.

Glancing around the table, Millicent noticed that most of Henry's family members were still watching her. She took a sip of her water as dishes were passed around. "Let me guess, Henry has never brought a girl home before?"

Laughter erupted around the table, confirming her suspicion, and she saw Henry blush slightly. Colin spoke up once the laughter subsided, "What's a pretty girl like you doing with Henry to begin with?"

"Dad..." Henry groaned, but Millicent found his father's curiosity endearing.

"He wore me down, I guess." She nudged his shoulder teasingly as he chuckled.

"You're American? What's the story there?" Colin inquired next as Henry sighed annoyed beside her.

"It's fine," she reassured, and then proceeded to share her story. "My mother was American. She did a semester over here, slept with my dad, and found out she was pregnant when she returned home. I met my dad when I was 16 through one of those DNA tests. When my mom passed away, he asked if I wanted to move here with him, and he could get me into college. So, I accepted."

"And what is your degree?" Colin inquired.

"I want to be a lawyer," Millicent answered, pausing to consider the terminology. "Or, I guess you call it a solicitor here? Or a barrister? I haven't chosen my path yet. Although I'm generally shy, there's something exciting about potentially pleading your case in court."

Colin chuckled; his eyes filled with pride. "A solicitor. That's great. It was a pain trying to get Henry to go to college and obtain a degree. I'm still hoping that he leaves his childish dream of being a rugby player behind and becomes a solicitor too."

"Dad..." Henry groaned again, and Millicent saw him hang his head down, pushing food around his plate.

She reached out and rested her hand on his thigh, giving it a supportive squeeze. "Well, he's really great, and I believe in him."

Marianne smiled warmly as Henry lifted his head to smile at Millicent. "You guys are cute."

"Yeah, what did you do to get this girl, Henry?" His oldest brother, Piers, teased, and Henry shrugged modestly.

"Just lucky, I guess."

"At least you'll have a level-headed woman at your side when you realize it's time to hang up your dream and get an adult job," Colin chimed in, grinning.

"Can we please talk about something else, please?" Henry requested, his tone becoming more serious as Colin sighed and everyone broke off into smaller conversations.

Millicent discreetly took Henry's hand under the table, making him look at her. She smiled and leaned closer, whispering softly in his ear, "I'm sorry about them. I believe in you."

"Thank you, Milly," he replied softly, nuzzling her nose with his before planting a sweet kiss on her lips and returning to his meal.

***

"So, I'm really the first girlfriend, huh?" Millicent asked Marianne as the two women worked together to clean up the kitchen, while the men retreated to the lounge for drinks and conversation.

Marianne chuckled, and one of Henry's sisters-in-law chimed in, "First girlfriend, no. First girl he brought home, yes."

Millicent laughed in agreement, nodding as she dried some plates. "Right. Well, thank you for having me. I'm not used to having such a large family around. I'm an only child, and it was just my mom and me. And now it's just my dad and me."

"You're welcome here anytime, sweetheart," Marianne said warmly, patting Millicent on the shoulder reassuringly. "I can see how smitten Henry is with you."

"I appreciate that. Thank you, Mrs. Cavill."

"Marianne is fine, dear."

"Thank you, Marianne," Millicent replied, her cheeks tinged with a slight blush.

***

Millicent turned to Henry as he began to drive her home. "I like your family. Though they're quite loud."

Henry laughed, his hand resting on her thigh. "Yeah, maybe I should have warned you. I didn't want to scare you away. Hopefully, I still haven't?"

"You haven't," she replied, leaning to rest her head on his arm. "In fact, I already told my dad that I'll be spending the night with you at your apartment... if that's okay?"

"Really?" Henry turned to her with a wide grin, and she nodded. "You want to spend the night with me?"

"I do."

Chapter 23

Taglist: @kingliam2019

[paimonial-rage]

Hello! I saw your post about character pair-ups, and I was wondering if you were still accepting them 😅

If so, here it goes!

An Aries, INTP, heterosexual (?). In friend settings I can be the mom friend/that one who likes to make lewd and chaotic jokes.

I'm an introverted person who mostly enjoys her own company. When I'm with people I like and comfortable with, I guess I can be pretty outspoken and expressive. I hate awkward silence and I tend to be talkative towards stranngers, although it depends on their approachability.

I'm just awkward in social settings. But in academics/career settings, I like to take control because I mostly know what I'm doing. I'm pretty uptight regarding things like academics and/or career, I like to be strictly on time. Pretty much the "business is business" kind of person. The people I know often tell me that I need someone to help me calm down.

I can be pretty fun and expressive at times, although this only happens when I haven't slept for a while. In friendships, I like to take care of everyone in my own way by helping out. Mostly with homework and studying, though.

I hate pushy people, crowds, second-guessing, uncertainty, and being late. I have a love for the arts (mostly visual arts), listening to music (my music taste is all over the place), and being in my own head daydreaming. I really value independency, freedom, and honesty. Although I love to be spoiled and babied from time to time!

I am mostly confident about my skills, and I'm still trying to build my confidence with my appearance and personality. I'm not physically active or fit, but I try to be!

Thank you so much for the request, anon! Yes, I’m still accepting requests and am excited to do yours!

Upon reading your ask and getting more information from contacting you directly, I apologize to say, but my first thought upon reading everything is that you… are a very cute person. I don’t mean “cute” as the way a person sees an immature child, but you sound like such an endearing person. You consider yourself an introvert, yet you are not unsociable. You mention you talk to strangers to fill awkward silences, yet you tend to ramble while doing so due to nervousness. I apologize to say but that is very cute. When it comes to people like you, sorry, but as dignified and serious as you try to be, your earnestness and clumsiness in speaking is probably very evident to others. But in no way is it an insult. Do you know that when others see people like you, it’s immensely flattering to know that you’re is trying so hard to make them feel comfortable? You’re trying hard for them. Who wouldn’t love that?

Another thing. In work settings, you are a dutiful person. It’s important to you to uphold a specific standard, even when others think you’re being too strict. Do you know how amazing of a trait that is? Even if others may judge, they will always know where you stand. And thus, should you ever find fault with them, they’ll always know that it is not personal, but due to your drive to do what is right. Perhaps you may need a bit of help communicating your feelings across properly, but there’s nothing wrong with that. Refining and becoming more confident in ourselves comes with time. There’s no need to rush.

So I will admit. I will pair you up with someone, but I do have to say that it’s primarily because I think you both would be very cute and have a nice dynamic. I’m a bit of a sucker for certain tropes… I would pair you up with…

Shikanoin Heizou

Like me, I think Heizou would find your personality endearing and your devotion to high standards completely admirable. For you, you’re really not much of a mysterious person. What I mean is, while you may not wear your heart on your sleeve, you sound like an easy person to read and understand. And yet, peeling away the layers to you and your character would positively be a delight.

Though it may not seem like it, you and Heizou stand for similar things. It’s not the solving of crime that drives Heizou, but the prevention of it. Is that not the same for you? The adherence to high standards is not due to blind belief in the system, but the knowledge that if you follow, any future problems will be mitigated. You thus represent a person Heizou can trust will keep the same standards as him.

That being said, where he differs is that he isn’t the most conventional of doushin. Don’t expect to see him coming to routine patrols or reporting to the station on a daily basis. He is described as “unfettered,” after all. Perhaps that may annoy an “uptight” person such as you, but is that such a bad thing? He has his reasons for doing things his way as do you. Debates and discussions are the best way to share differing thoughts. Learning where to hold firm and where to relax will only help you grow.

Speaking of which, you and Heizou will never be without topic. I don’t doubt he’ll be able to match your energy without fail and return your banter. Intellectual discussions will be bright and challenging, yet immensely enjoyable nonetheless. And honestly that gap between you and your work persona would be so endearing and fun to see. When someone is able to open up to you like that, it’s always such a wonderful thing. And yet, when you need time alone, that wouldn’t be a difficult thing. You both are very independent people and will respect the other’s need for space.

If you lived in the world of Teyvat, I can see you having a role in the Tenryou Commission that puts you in regular contact with him, probably as a prosecutor. Your need to the evidence he provides coupled with his rather unpredictable ways would no doubt put you both at odds many times. To placate you, he’d say that he was positive you would’ve solved the case even without his help (he’d mean it too), and as flattering as his words would be, it’d still grind at your gears. Eventually your continued contact would lead to grabbing lunch or dinner here and there, debating various cases or light novels that recently came out. Then outings to different places “for research.” And then… you’d come to the realization one day that it sorta feels that you’re both in a relationship, huh? Where to go from there would be a fun road to follow.

[casspurrjoybell-33]

Wreckless - The Escape

*Warning Adult Content*

Emmett

This week hasn't been much better except that Finnegan is sleeping pretty well.

I guess I shouldn't say it's not much better, that's a massive improvement. 

He's still working too hard and we've got my birthday hanging over my head even though we sort of dropped the whole thing after I apologized yet again. 

That night, Finnegan decided to give me a hell of a good time instead and I didn't say no.

He's told me a few times since then that he's fine, that he's over it but he's been snippy and pissy this week.

He reminds me of the Finnegan I found in his hallway that night all those months ago.

Man, it feels like ages.

I think he's missing little time and it's getting to him but I can't make him do it.

I don't think he can either.

I keep thinking that tonight will be the night but so far, no sign of him.

I even challenged him to a remote controlled car race last night and he did it but it wasn't the same.

The excitement, the glow, the glee wasn't there.

That's why I'm more relieved than you can imagine when he texts me Friday afternoon.

Finnegan Walker: Do you want to head to the beach with me, tomorrow? I can only do one night but I could use a break.

I don't even have to think about it.

Emmett Locke: Absolutely.

The beach will help.

He's finally going to let 'Little Finn' out to play and I can't wait.

We are packed and in the car by eight.

We've even decided to just get breakfast on the road because we were so anxious to leave.

That's when I find out that Finnegan has never had a Krispy Kreme donut.

I fix that situation pronto.

He's eaten two when he says...

"I know it's a lot of driving so I don't mind helping out."

Not happening, besides...

"I love this car. I don't mind driving it at all."

"I need get a lease, no reason to rent this one but I haven't bothered yet. It's been nice having all the space."

Geesh, I can't imagine how much it's costing him.

He doesn't care though so why should I?

The space, so he'll get something smaller.

I'm not surprised.

"I can't lie, I'm gonna miss this. We'll have to pack light if you get another Roadster."

I've never had an SUV but I totally get the appeal.

"Yeah, I thought about that. Not sure what I'm going to get, yet."

"If I can help let me know."

Maybe I can talk him something decent sized for trips.

My car, well I'm not sure I trust it to drive the whole way to the beach and it's just a little sedan.

"Where are we staying?"

"Oh, I just got a hotel for the night. It's hard to find anything  on a weekend in the middle of August."

I know... I was surprised that he got a house last time.

Stuff at the beach usually books up by February.

"That's fine by me, darling."

"They only had a room with two double beds."

Ugh.

"Well we'll either hold hands across the gap or use one to fuck in and one to sleep real, real close in."

He laughs.

"I'm just kidding. Please. We have a suite."

Of course he does.

"But it wouldn't phase you, would it?"

Seriously? Not at all.

Of course I prefer a decent sized bed, especially since he hasn't been sleeping well but no.

"Darling, I've slept on the ground, on cots, in trucks and in foxholes. Any bed is fine by me."

"It's really hard to fuck with you."

"No comment."

He smacks me gently on the shoulder.

This is good, he's more 'Little Finn' than he's been in weeks and we're not even there yet.

"So am I, Em." 

I got an 'Em'. 

It makes me smile. 

"And I'm really glad we're getting away today. They said it might rain tonight, I hope it doesn't."

"We'll have fun either way, darling. We're almost to the bridge."

"Yah."

[charliecharliecharlieee]

Trigger Warning: Suicide

Yesterday was a month. A month since my sister and I got to be part of our first comicon- a very exciting time for us.

But also, a month since my ex-husband was last alive.

That means it's been a month since his mother has slept soundly through the night. A month of her living in his house with his stuff everywhere, but no him. You see, she had retired and come to live with him a week before this month started. That means tomorrow is a month since she got that call- and subsequently a month since I got that call from her. A month where my poor boyfriend has had to deal with me randomly being relived that he's gone, and other times breaking down crying and having panic attacks. A month where he has crossed my mind every single day again, just as I was starting to get him out of my head.

Because it has been 2 years, 1 month, and 3 days since our divorce was final. Obviously, we didn't just end a good relationship. It had many problems. Problems that never could've been overcome because we were 2 very incompatible people with our own mental issues to deal with. I don't think the relationship is entirely to blame for my anxiety, but I do think a large portion of it came from it. There are still times I'll do something and immediately panic thinking he is going to get mad at me for it. But he won't, because we aren't together anymore. And now he won't because he's dead. And that's a weird feeling.

So it's been a month since he could yell at anyone, or hurt anyone, or cause anyone anxiety. But also it's been a month since I've been the only one alive who can tell our stories. The only one who knows about certain inside jokes, and the struggles we faced with moving across states and buying our first house, and all the days we adopted our dogs and our cats, and staying in a cabin in Helen after our wedding, and traveling all over Europe together and him losing his phone to the Mediterranean Sea, and digging up daffodils.

So it's been a month of realizing he can no longer babysit our pets when I go out of town, or pick up packages that get delivered while I'm away. A month of realizing he will no longer show up at mutual friends birthdays and get togethers. A month of trying to help his mom figure out how to pay his bills and get into the utility accounts. A month of going to his house and seeing his stuff and him not being there. A month since suicide had to be explained to my little sisters, talking about a man they've known for almost their entire lives. A month filled with questions for him that he's not here to answer. A month of shock, anger, confusion, sadness, relief, and anxiety.

It's been almost 10 years since we first met. Roughly 9.5, since we met in July of 2014. I almost feel like it's an even amount of time for a chapter, and it makes sense to close it. But this wasn't how I wanted or expected it to close. He touched a lot of lives, for better or for worse. And he hurt people by leaving like he did.

If you're struggling with suicidal thoughts, in the US you can call the Suicide and Crisis Hotline at 988.

Or, call me. Let me tell you how much you are loved and how much you leaving will impact so many people. Or, if that's too much for you, let me just send you pictures and videos of cute animals and people doing dumb stuff.

Don't leave people with those questions and struggles. Stay, because it may be hard, but it will get better, if you just stick around to see it through. There are movies you haven't seen yet and music you haven't heard, and your favorite one may just come out next month. Wait and see. Please, just stay and wait and see.

[minsungotp]

Minsung fanfic Want so bad

Ch 1 handsome at first sight

Han yawned, he had stayed up with three racha making a beat. The group had a lot of creative ideas and he couldn't wait for them to be released to the public. Bangchans tablet was the secret garden where every beat went. There were so many that it made his head spin just thinking about it. Many of them didn't even have lyrics written yet!

That man was a machine he just ate slept and breathed producing. The other two members had mad respect for him. He was almost like a dad of two kids. Changbin and Han kept him on his toes.

Laughing to himself, Han made his way up the stairs and crashed into someone.

he was a boy with a defined jawline and shaggy hair that reminded him of a chocolate lab for some reason.

Han you're seriously weird. He scolded himself. What kind of person compared a man to an actual dog?

"Sorry, didn't see you there." The boy bowed his head quickly in respect.

Han blinked, his social anxiety threatening to burst. He quickly brushed his hair out of his face. A welcome distraction from how he was feeling. He forced himself to interact with the stranger.

"No need for that. Uh I'm Han."

The stranger smiled brightly. "Seungmin."

Han felt uncomfortable about Seungmin bowing to him especially when he looked his age! No need for special treatment about that.

Seungmin tried to bow again but Han sighed in embarrassment.

"Really there's no need. I think we're the same." He protested. Wow this guy is way too polite! He wasn't used to it.

Seungmin suddenly seemed to become more defensive. Straightening up. "Well maybe we're not." He shot back. Han was unfazed by the annoyance in the strangers eyes.

Han shrugged. He wasn't the kind of person to feed into it so instead he simply replied. "17. You?"

Seungmin stopped. His shoulders remained stiff but he managed an irritated apology.

Han felt an uncomfortable silence settling around them and offered to escort him to wherever he was going but he just rolled his eyes and hurried past.

Han blinked dumbfounded. Seungmin is the kind of person that gets fired up pretty easily isnt he?

Such a contrast from the overly polite persona that he displayed before.

Han shook his head and put his hands in his pockets continuing on his way.

He made it to the door at last.

He held a breath full of excitement.

Today was the day. Bangchan had revealed his plans to the other two members a while ago.

In order to debut his dream was to gather others into his training family. He had already hand picked 6 more people! The idea was crazy. Debuting with nine members sounded unheard of. Although it wasn't the first time a group was large it still felt surreal.

Technically speaking it was Possible that Bangchan had plans for a mini elimination ceremony but Han doubted that. Bangchan wasn't the type to give up on someone. Even when they didn't meet his expectations, he took the responsibility apon himself to fix the problem. The leader would just come up with ideas to help the other person thrive.

Such a cool guy. Han thought, placing a hand on the door knob. He was low key stalling. One step closer to debut. He reminded himself but swallowed.

I'm going to have to meet so many people at once. He groaned inwardly but pulled himself together. I have a duty as one of the producers. He took a deep breath , opening the door.

The first thing he noticed was how small the practice room had become, filled with boys of different height and build. Am I the only one feeling overwhelmed right now? He bit his lip to suffocate the anxiety rising in his throat. He swallowed it down.

Thankfully none of the other people were paying attention to him. They were all in their own personal stretching routine. Han let out a breath that he had been holding in. They haven't even realized you're there. Changbin was in the corner. The rapper was already talking to a boy with a bright smile and many freckles scattered across his face.

He didn't want to interrupt the conversation so he scanned the crowd wondering who to talk to. He couldn't just stay standing awkwardly in the middle of the room forever. unfortunately.

His eyes widened when he recognized the boy from the hallway and against his better judgment he made his way over to him. At least Seungmin was some what familiar.

They made eye contact and Han cringed inwardly. "Hey uh man. What a Coincidence." He looked at the floor remembering that fierce look in the boys eyes before.

When Seungmin spoke it was oddly cheerful.

"oh you were picked too? That's great! Now I have a familiar face."

Han tried to hide his surprise. Well he's apparently not upset anymore. That fact made him relax a bit more.

"Picked? Yeah quite a while ago. The leader joined when he was 13."

Seungmins mouth dropped. "He's been here for so many years! Why hasn't he debuted?" He sounded taken aback.

Han shrugged Bangchan really deserved to debut he had so many talents and good qualities. But maybe Han was just biased towards the groups unofficial dad of the year.

"Ask JYP." He offered. Seungmin immediately rejected the idea. "No way! He is so intimidating. How do you think he would react if I just went up to him and said ; hey boomer choose your priorities your choices freakin suck!"

Han shuddered in the idea of such a confrontation. But couldn't hide his amusement at the other's contagious energy.

Han murmured agreement.

"Do you know anyone else in here?" He asked and Seungmin nodded.

"Sort of. I met most of them when we got here. They seem nice enough." He nodded.

Han side eyed him loudly. "That's a relief." He felt himself teasing Seungmin.

Seungmin ducked his head in embarrassment.

"Ah sorry about that. I get irritated pretty quickly." He sighed. "But I cheer up in no time." He reassured.

Han nodded. "I noticed. It caught me so off guard!"

Seungmin chuckled and Han decided to scan the room once more.

Wow that guy looks like an actual prince! His almond eyes and long hair made him stand out visually. He should be starring in a kdrama right now!

He let his gaze travel farther. it was at that moment that he was sure he had spotted the groups new visual.

Who's that? He blinked in awe.

The boy was fit but not super skinny. Enough to make every dance move fluid and connected. Han watched the boy mesmerized. There was just something about him that drew him in. He had beads of sweat on his forehead and he slicked back his hair with one move of his hand, taking a sip of water before continuing.

This man was incredibly handsome with dark eyes and super defined features. Each part of his face seemed carved out of marble, so clear and striking with eyes that pierced the soul. It made his heart beat quicken. until that moment Han had thought he would be the most attractive person in the room. Boy was he wrong!

"That's Lee Minho." Seungmin answered, apparently Han had asked out loud. He blushed having been caught.

Lee Minho? that's so... cute.

"He's pretty shy. Apparently he is supposed to be an old backup dancer for BTS." He sounded impressed.

Han gaped. "Wow seriously? That's amazing." His eyes grew round with a sudden fascination for Minho. And he's also an introvert? Jackpot!

Just then a man walked in. A man he knew quite well.

It was none other than the great leader himself, Bangchan.

"Hello everyone!" He greeted in a thick accent. Even though they were in Korea, the aussie roots ran deep.

The boys paid no notice to his presence. He cleared his throat.

Behind Bangchan was a short boy with shaggy hair. He seemed extremely self conscious.

Han thought the room was already claustrophobic but two more people had now joined. Dang how am I going to survive?

"Come on everyone let's welcome our fellow members."

He finally managed to get these children's attention.

The young boy bowed unnecessarily long.

"This is Yang jeongin." Everyone stared.

"He's our maknae."

As soon as the words left his mouth Seungmin piped up. "Aw what a cute little guy. Age?"

Yang jeongin blushed at all the attention.

Bangchan encouraged him to speak.

"I'm 16. I'll be going to school still. I'm sorry we're late it's my fault." He bowed again.

Bangchan chuckled lightheartedly. "Kid there's no need to be nervous okay. I'll take care of you. All of you."

An unspoken respect rippled among the boys. It was clear he meant it.

Han smiled. He could see that Bangchan had helped this boy find the way here. He had sacrificed his own schedule to make sure they could all be here. Han was sure without a doubt they would all be cared for.

[acanvasofabillionsuns]

idk if i have sharks (imagine dragons) stuck in my head or some other song that is just a mishmash of music but i am vibing

wore a fun outfit today! not particularly cute (though ofc i was <3) or dramatic or anything, but it was nice :]

also i slept well!!! woke up comfy and all that jazz

and now i'm wearing my new pj gown that is so fun and lovely and i am so pretty in it laksjdf;saldf it's great :D

lots of pretty art and some v silly videos today friends!!! there's a toh one that i'm excited to ramble in some tags about 👀

semi related (to me) i was scrolling someone's tumblr and they'd reblogged theamandafiles' sneasler rant vid, with the tag that her acnh vids are their favorite emmy award winning soap opera or something like that, and like??? the push i needed to start watching those too omg 👀👀👀 i haven't gotten around to watching her latest pokemon vid yet but i am rotating it in my brain

also kennie jd posted her bm&ab 2022 vid today and i'm so excited to watch it

made waffles for lunch!!! and i had more cookie dough and we had pulled pork sandwiches for dinner, and that wasn't enough so i peeled a sumo orange

also i had some raspberries and i'm going to have more for a late night snack bc i'm hungry again 👀

also also my dad made some bread and my fam all sat together and had tea and bread it was nice :]

also also also i am so meticulous about peeling my oranges, and we usually get the cuties which are tiny so i don't often share, but sumos are big and i shared slices with my family and like!!! love language <3

percy and martin i would share my orange slices with you <33

speaking of martin then chit dmed me earlier and 🥺🥺🥺 being silly and dramatic with people who play along is so so fun

i did not get to watch knives out with ashes today but i DID get to talk with vem for like an hour so like! win for the meri community

another win for the meri community: i was so cool and productive today! including drano-ing the bathroom sink which was bugging me sm ugh ugh ugh so glad to be able to do something about it

actually i'm going to list my accomplishments, they are snazzy and deserve to be shared: helped carry bins up and down from the attic (i am so strong and know to lift with my legs 💪😎), swept the kitchen floor, drano-ed the bathroom sink + tub, took out the bathroom trash, washed some dishes, and checked my bank account so i could check 'establish that the $ transfer from my bro actually came through' + 'read my monthly statement' (the email reminding me about it has been sitting there for,,, a bit) off the list

also i put on moisturizer which is another cool and snazzy thing to do <3

hung out with my sisters :]

read some cool fics!!! and i have more open in my tabs that i'm excited to read tomorrow 👀

i just!!! it was a productive but fairly lowkey day, and i had a nice time :]]