#i heard his birthday was on the 30th september?

[halfwayhearted]

There Beneath — Spencer Reid.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which everyone but you forgot his 30th birthday.

Word Count: 875+

Disclaimer/s — Happy birthday to the nerd ever! ^_^ + sunshine!reader, fluff/comfort, and… yeah, beautiful!

A/N: Based off this request, ‘Hey pook! So spencer blurb or whatever and it’s based off the “you’re 29” “im 30” “we missed your birthday?” except reader didn’t. so back to his bday and maybe reader shows up at his apt with a thing of books she KNOWS he hasn’t read and tea and his favorite coffee and stuff. #fluff #ineedspencer #iloveu’! My layout messed up on the other one and I ended up deleting it! So.

Blank stare. “No way… we missed your birthday?”

All Spencer could do was stare right back and offer a small, awkward smile, averting his gaze. They had. They all had. Except for, well, you.

You’ve had his birthday marked on your calendar for months, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go all out for your best friend’s birthday. You spent half of September secretly and subtly finding out what Spencer Reid did throughout his… rare days at home. His answer every time was that he liked to read, play chess, go out for coffee, or watch his favorite show, ‘Doctor Who’. Okay! Okay, good.

So, with that being said, you did your utmost to grab all of the wrapped presents without fail. You did it, with a grunt and muttered curses, but you did it. Slamming your car door shut, you made your way up to his apartment. The familiar brown door coming into view made your heart quicken.

Stopping right in front of his place, you knocked with the front of your foot. You heard sounds of shuffling before his door swung open. Spencer’s expression shifting from confusion to surprise as he slowly said your name, his head tilting. “Hey… how are you? What are you doing here?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “It’s your birthday. Happy birthday!” A short pause. “Please grab your presents before they fall on the floor.”

With a small laugh, the brunette quickly moves to grab them. A sigh of relief escapes your lips as the weight is lifted. Stepping back, he sets them on his table, politely inviting you inside his house.

“So, am I the first one? Or did Penelope beat me to it. Actually, wait, don’t even answer that.”

Something you can’t quite identify crosses his features, and you instantly know you’ve said something wrong. That’s when it hits you, “No.”

Spencer immediately shrugs. “It’s fine! I’m not... hurt by it or anything. They’re just busy.”

You could’ve hugged him right then, but you refrain. Instead, you slip your hand into your tote bag and pull out a ‘Birthday Boy’ pin. His expression drops, making you laugh. “Come on!”

He remains silent, simply staring at you.

“I’ll wear the birthday hat if you wear the pin.”

His shoulders slump in defeat, and he nods, his eyes widening slightly when you instantly move toward him. Your bottom lip sinks between your teeth, clipping the pin onto his sweater, making sure not to poke him in the process. “There! How’s that? Did I poke you?”

Spencer shakes his head, too flushed to speak.

Without acknowledging it, you pull out the hat, carefully sliding it over your head. With a giddy glance up at him, you ask, “Do I look silly?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“What!” You stammer, “I’m being serious! Do I?”

“You look beautiful. What’s in these?” Smooth.

“Your gifts—wait! Sit down first,” you insisted, watching how he does exactly that. You clasp your hands together in clear anticipation.

Spencer purses his lips, staring at the various wrapped boxes in front of him, unsure of which one to open first. It wasn’t that hard…

Just pick one.

Grabbing the one with light blue wrapping paper, he tenderly rips it open. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of different books—all first editions.

“How did you—” he trails off, “How?”

“How did I know? I remember you talking about it one day, so, I did some digging and I finally found them. Do you like them? Let me know.”

He traces a single finger down the spine, his smile broadening. “A lot. Thank you so much. Wow.”

Your smile grows even brighter at the sight of his widening. “Hugs afterward, keep opening!”

More of your gifts are unveiled; among them are two boxes of his favorite tea, his preferred coffee, and even a bag of sugar added in. Humorous.

This had truly made his entire day. Or, to be more precise, you had made his entire day.

Once everything was opened, he stands up and slides his hands over your waist, interlocking them behind your back while yours move to wrap loosely around his neck. “You liked everything?”

“I loved them, thank you. Really. Thank you.”

You hummed softly, “Happy birthday, Spencer.”

He says nothing but nestle his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

After a couple more minutes of comfortable silence, you quietly inquired, “Movie marathon?”

“Please. I’ll make tea, you can pick the movie.”

“It’s your birthday!” You frowned, pulling away.

“My birthday or not, you’re my guest. Choose.”

Your frown doesn’t even seem to linger at that, a smile threatening to break out on your face. You let out a huff and walk into his living room. With a glance back, you notice how much happier he seems compared to when you had first arrived.

You were certain that you’d do this for him every year. After picking the movie, he sat down beside you and set both your cups of tea on the table.

If he was being honest, he’d let you. And maybe one day, you wouldn’t just be his best friend. Not with your head resting on his shoulder, like this was just another casual evening spent together.

What’s the harm in making this, you, permanent?

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated ^_^.

DT(s) — @planetpedri ! ౨ৎ

[mclennonlgbt]

Paris in John and Paul’s life

30th September 1961:

“John and I went on a trip for his twenty-first birthday. John was from a very middle-class family, which really impressed me because everyone else was from working-class families. To us John was upper class. His relatives were teachers, dentists, even someone up in Edinburgh in the BBC. It’s ironic, he was always very ‘fuck you!’ and he wrote the song ‘Working Class Hero’ – in fact, he wasn’t at all working class. Anyway, one of John’s relatives gave him £100 for his birthday. A hundred smackers in your hand! That was a real windfall. None of us could believe it. To this day if you gave me £100 I would be impressed. And I was his mate, enough said? ‘Let’s go on holiday.’ – ‘You mean me too? With the hundred quid? Great! I’m part of this windfall.’” - Paul McCartney, Anthology

“We planned to hitchhike to Spain. I had done a spot of hitchhiking with George and we knew you had to have a gimmick; we had been turned down so often and we’d seen that guys that had a gimmick (like a Union Jack round them) had always got the lifts. So I said to John, ‘Let’s get a couple of bowler hats.’ It was showbiz creeping in. We still had our leather jackets and drainpipes – we were too proud of them not to wear them, in case we met a girl; and if we did meet a girl, off would come the bowlers. But for lifts we would put the bowlers on. Two guys in bowler hats – a lorry would stop! Sense of Humour. This, and the train, is how we got to Paris." - Paul McCartney, Anthology

“And Paul and I also did the same thing, once. We just cancelled. We’d made it, in Liverpool. We were making good money, for those days. I can’t remember what it was – maybe a couple of hundred dollars a week – but enough that you’d have a little extra. You’d have it in your back pocket. And Paul and I just— A relative of mine gave me a hundred pounds, for my birthday, which I’d never seen that much money in me life. Paul and I just canceled all the engagements, and left for Paris… And George was furious, because he needed the money – to work, you know. But that was another time when the group was in debate as whether it would exist or not.”  - John Lennon, 1976, an interview with Elliot Mintz

“Last night I heard that John and Paul have gone to Paris to play together – in other words, the band has broken up! It sounds mad to me, I don’t believe it…” - Stuart Sutcliffe, Anthology

"They were brothers. They were the Nerk Twins, and now they were taking a break from the Beatles and going off to Spain. En route, they’d stop a day or two in Paris, to size up the Brigittes, check out the kind of clothes Jurgen Vollmer wore, and perhaps see Jurgen himself, if he was around. [Johnny] Gustafson happened to bump into them the day they left, Saturday 30 September. “They both had bowler hats on, with the usual leather jackets and jeans. They said they were off to Paris, so I walked down to Lime Street station with them and watched them go. They were an incredible pair: always great fun, irreverent, and so close.” - Mark Lewisohn, All These Years: Volume One

“We’d never been there before. We were a bit tired so we checked into a little hotel for the night, intending to go off hitchhiking the next morning. Of course, it was too nice a bed after having hitched so we said, ‘We’ll stay a little longer,’ then we thought, ‘God, Spain is a long way, and we’d have to work to get down there.’ We ended up staying the week in Paris – John was funding it all with his hundred quid.

We would walk miles from our hotel; you do in Paris. We’d go to a place near the Avenue des Anglais and we’d sit in the bars, looking good. I still have some classic photos from there. Linda loves one where I am sitting in a gendarme’s mac as a cape and John has got his glasses on askew and his trousers down revealing a bit of Y-front. The photographs are so beautiful, we’re really hamming it up. We’re looking at the camera like, ‘Hey, we are artsy guys, in a café: this is us in Paris,’ and we felt like that.

We went up to Montmartre because of all the artists, and the Folies Bergères, and we saw guys walking around in short leather jackets and very wide pantaloons. Talk about fashion! This was going to kill them when we got back. This was totally happening. They were tight to the knee and then they flared out; they must have been about fifty inches around the bottom and our drainpipe trousers were something like fifteen or sixteen inches. We saw these trousers and said, ‘Excusez-moi, Monsieur, où did you get them?’ It was a cheap little rack down the street so we bought a pair each, went back to the hotel, put them on, went out on the street – and we couldn’t handle it: ‘Do your feet feel like they are flapping? Feel more comfortable in me drainies, don’t you?’ So it was back to the hotel at a run, needle and cotton out and we took them in to a nice sixteen with which we were quite happy. And then we met Jürgen Vollmer on the street. He was still taking pictures." - Paul McCartney, Anthology

“Jürgen had a flattened-down hairstyle with a fringe in the front, which we rather took to. We went over to his place and there and then he cut – hacked would be a better word – our hair into the same style.” - John Lennon, 1963

Interviewer: I heard you took a trip to Spain before once, didn’t you? On Holiday? Paul: I didn’t go to Spain, no. I tried once to make Spain but… and John and I were gonna hitchhike. We hitchhiked down from Liverpool… We didn’t hitchhike. No, we got the train down from Liverpool ‘cause we thought we won’t hitchhike down the first bit. And we got the boat over to Paris. Then we got the train into Paris ‘cause we thought: “Well, it’ll be too hard to get a hitch here”. And we just stayed in Paris all week. And eventually… I mean, all the time trying to get out of Paris and make Spain! We never made it, we just flew home at the end. What a lazy hitchhiking Holiday!

“The thing was all the kissing and holding that was going on in Paris. And it was so romantic just to be there and see them even though I was 21 and sort of not romantic. But I really loved it, the way the people would just stand under a tree kissing. And they weren’t not mauling at each other, they were just kissing.” - John Lennon

"John’s 21st birthday was a month away, and he knew he was getting money — 100 pounds cash, more than he or Paul had ever seen in their lives. (…) Bob Wooler was party to their planning, and fought with them:

They were bored, and decided they would go away for a month. I thought this was disastrous because they would be away from the scene too long and lose their fans, Fans were very capricious: they moved from one group to another. And anyway, what about the other two members, George Harrison and Pete Best?. What about them, what do they do? We argued a lot about this — we argued in the back room of the grapes pub to a large extent —- and they said ‘Well, we’ll go away for a fortnight only’

(…) Equally, the promoters who paid the Beatles over-the-odds to present them every week had to “lump it” (….). To a man, and woman, they were incensed by it - but John and Paul hadn’t a care. They didn’t mean to be rude about it but basically it was tough shit.

it was tough too on Dot and Cyn, Dot simply had to accept the situation, but Cyn had a greater case of grievance. John was heading off without her when he could so easily gave waited for the art school holidays. (…).

That John was taking Paul, no one else, accentuates the renewed closeness since Stu quit The Beatles. They were the Beatles force, an unstoppable and authentically powerful pair. “Lennon had the attitude”, Wooler said, “and taking his lead from Lennon, McCartney could be similar. At times they reminded me of those well-to-do Chicago lads Leopold and Loeb, who killed someone because they felt superior to him. Lennon and McCartney were superior human beings”

"You’d always see them together, in the pub or walking along the street", says Johnny Gustafson of the Big Tree. "They were a duo, and seemed each other’s equal". Bernie Boyle, the young lad hanging around with them at every opportunity, says, "They were like brothers, with John as the elder and Paul’s mentor. They were so tight it was like there was a telepathy between them: on stage, they’d look at each other and know instinctively what the other was thinking"

They were brothers. They were the Nerk Twins, and now they were taking a break from The Beatles and gofin off to Spain. 

Gustafson happened to bump into them the day they left, Saturday, September 30. “They both had bowler hats on, with the usual leather jackets and jeans. They said they were off to Paris, so I walked down to Lime Street station and watched them go. They were an incredible pair: always great fun, irreverent and so close. - Mark Lewisohn, Tune In: The Beatles: All These Years (2013)

As was written in this post: That last picture is one Paul took of John sleeping in Paris. From what I remember of a performance he did of ‘Here Today’, and earlier comments, this picture hangs framed on a wall in Paul’s house.

Unconfirmed quote (may or may not be true): 

"He must have been fond of me to spend that money. He let me have all the banana milkshakes I wanted.”  - Paul McCartney

In January 1964, only a few scant weeks before the Beatles took America by storm, the band mates settled in for an extended stay in Paris. For the group, the Parisian visit proved to be a magical experience, with the Beatles playing 18 shows at the Olympia Theatre between Jan. 16 and Feb. 4 (source).

The Beatles were staying at the George V Hotel at the time. John and Paul composed "Can't Buy Me Love", "I Should Have Known Better" and "If I Fell" on the piano.

The photo Paul took of John (in the "Eyes Of The Storm" book):

1966: Paul, his girlfriend Maggie McGivern, John and Brian Epstein spend 5 days in Paris. "All of them flew into France separately — Lennon had been filming abroad and Epstein had been away on business. Maggie and Paul, she says, traveled apart ‘as part of keeping the relationship secret’. During the five-day trip the foursome stayed at the same Paris hotel where she and Paul shared a luxury suite. ‘It was a marvelous holiday,’ she says. ‘. . . just walking around the streets of Paris.‘My abiding memory is of me, John and Paul lying under the Eiffel Tower, gazing up at it. We couldn’t go up because we would have been recognised, and we were masters at the art of avoiding people." [x]

1969:

Hoping to get married in France, John Lennon and Yoko Ono flew to Paris on this day [16th March].

The couple had decided to marry on 14 March 1969, two days after the wedding of Paul McCartney to Linda Eastman; whether it was in response to this event on some level is open to conjecture.

On McCartney’s wedding day Lennon and Ono were travelling to Poole in Dorset, where he introduced her to his Aunt Mimi. During the journey he asked his chauffeur Les Anthony to go to Southampton to enquire about the possibility of the wedding being held at sea, on the cross-channel ferry to France.

(source)

“On March 12, Paul married Linda Eastman at Marylebone Register Office in London, amid scenes of hysterical grief from his female fans. None of the other Beatles was present. The news reached John as he and Yoko were driving down to visit Aunt Mimi in Poole. Yoko’s divorce decree had become final a few weeks earlier, and, in a resurgence of Beatle copycat, John told her they, too, must get married as soon as possible” - Philip Norman, John Lennon: The Life (2008)

"We chose Gibraltar because it is quiet, British and friendly. We tried everywhere else first. I set out to get married on the car ferry and we would have arrived in France married, but they wouldn’t do it. We were no more successful with cruise ships. We tried embassies, but three weeks’ residence in Germany or two weeks’ in France were required." - John Lennon

1974:

“After a late lunch, Linda launched into a long paean to the joys of living in England. When she was finished, she turned to John and said, “Don’t you miss England?”

“Frankly,” John replied, “I miss Paris.””

— May Pang, Loving John (1983)

1978:

Wings album "London Town" is released. It includes the song "Cafe on the Left Bank", the lyrics of which clearly refer to John and Paul's trip to Paris.

Late 1970s (maybe 1978?): John is singing to Paul about Paris in a home recording. Longer version

1970s: John writes "Skywriting by Word of Mouth", a book that would be released in 1986. One story is about sex he had with a woman in Paris. Here it is. As anon noticed here: "...the woman is called Amie L'Nitrate and Amyl Nitrate is a reference to poppers. He talks about grabbing her 'pomme de frites.' Her potatoes? He uses the term 'tread lightly on some loafers' which is an old euphenism for being gay. Amie says they should have sex to God Only Knows. Then John says their relationship ended in a seething rage but he still thinks of 'her.'" @sgtsaltsband concluded in the same post: "so he writes a story about PARIS ( where he and paul went on a trip for his 21st bday and never stopped talking about it ) , in the HOTEL where the Beatles stayed later on [Hotel V in 1964] , names the girl after POPPERS ( a drug commonly used by gay men during sex ) , the girl wants to have sex to PAULS fave song and he uses this PHRASE." Also: this is an excerpt of the story:

"Boogie" is a slang word for sex or dance (also, "Born to Boogie" is a 1972 movie starring Marc Bolan, Elton John and Ringo Starr). "Band on the Run" is a Paul McCartney and Wings' album which John loved. "Sue you sue me" can be a reference to to the Beatles' legal and business disputes and the fact that Paul sued John, George and Ringo in December 1970, and to "Sue Me, Sue You Blues", a song by George.

(thank you @menlove for uploading the story and pointing out interesting words!)

1994 - Paul inducting John to Rock and Roll Hall of Fame:

“And then on your 21st birthday you got £100 off one of your rich relatives up in Edinburgh, so we decided we’d go to Spain. So we hitch-hiked out of Liverpool. And we got as far as Paris, and decided to stop there for a week. And eventually got our haircut, by a fellow named Jürgen, and that ended up being the ‘Beatle haircut’.”

I also remember watching an interview with Paul about his album "Memory Almost Full" (2007). Thank you for adding, @ringompreg!

(it's like 7 minutes in) Interviewer: There is a very beautiful song called "The End Of The End", the way you talk about your whole ending, and the lyric goes: "It's a start of a journey to a much better place." You mean, better than England? Paul: It's basically a start of a journey to France. Or Spain through France. Yeah, that's what it is. It's a much better place, Paris.

Also worth mentoning:

"All You Need Is Love" begins with La Marseillaise.

"Picasso's Last Words (Drink To Me)" contains French-language speech by BBC broadcaster Pierre Le Sève.

Bonus

[samsseptember]

Samtember 2024 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It’s that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson’s birth month. That’s right, it’s ✰Samtember2024✰ !!!

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Week 1:

Day 1 - Free Space

Day 2 - Bird Telepathy

Day 3 - Costume

Day 4 - Crossover/Multiverse

Day 5 - Canon Divergence

Day 6 - Hurt/Comfort

Day 7 - Future Fic

Week 2:

Day 8 - On Your Left

Day 9 - Move Your Seat Up

Day 10 - I Never Said Pilot

Day 11 - The Big Three

Day 12 - When Do We Start?

Day 13 - Man, Shut the Hell Up

Day 14 - Moon Stuff

Week 3:

Day 15 - Cap Quartet

Day 16 - Redwing

Day 17 - Mission Fic

Day 18 - Shield

Day 19 - Wakanda

Day 20 - Undercover

Day 21 - Co-Pilots

Week 4 + 2 Days:

Day 22 - Cookout / Boil

Day 23 - Birthday

Day 24 - Fishing

Day 25 - Louisiana

Day 26 - Lovers

Day 27 - The Paul & Darlene

Day 28 - Slice of Life

Day 29 - Wilson Family

Day 30 - Home

We will open a collection on AO3 soon. We will update this when the collection is ready, but when it is you'll also be able to find it by typing samtember2024 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2024 or tag this blog @samsseptember. Works will be reblogged every day throughout the month. 

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards / collages

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

fic rec lists

comments

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you! 

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you’d like, but it’s okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2024.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to Samtember 2024 Collection that you can find here.

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 5 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

For Fic Rec Lists:

1. You must have at least three fics or podfics on the rec list.

2. Make sure to give brief descriptions of the fics or podfics as well as their rating and wordcount.

For Commenters:

1. Any amount of comment counts, from a heart emoji (“❤️”) to an essay.

2. We would rather this be about what makes you happy and joyful about reading than any scathing critiques.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

For more information, please check out this document suggested by @ninesdb on how to write Bucky as an amputee. @ninesdb is also open to questions if you have any queries not answered by the google doc.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift”, “Sam Wilson is a Saint”, and “Bucky Needs a Hug”.

Have fun and we look forward to all your wonderful works! ✰

[lilac-hecox]

Ian's Day 2024!

Last year was the first year our fandom did Ian's Day and it is something I would very much like to do again as a fandom whole. Here is the run-down for it, if you’ve never heard of it!

What is it?

If you remember, in September, we as a community did Anthony’s Day as a way to celebrate Anthony’s birthday! Well, now that it is November, I wanted to announce that we’ll be doing Ian’s Day as a way to celebrate our favorite submissive and breedable boy’s birthday.

It is meant as a creative way for our fan community to celebrate Ian's birthday. It is not limited to just fan fic authors or fan art creators, but also editors, gif-makers, web-weaves, moodboards, etc! Anything that celebrates Ian!

The fun thing is to build up the aspect of community (and I feel maybe we need this now more than ever) the joy is that we can collaborate by the accepting and sending of prompts for these fics/art/creations from each other. If an author, artist, creator, wants to take prompts between now (November 1st) and Ian's birthday (November 30th) just make a post letting people know you are accepting prompts (for fic/art/creations relating to Ian's Day!

What can be posted?

I don’t want to restrict anything as far as what can be paired, prompted, written, drawn, made, etc. Any pairing that involves Ian or even platonic ideas with Ian involved are fine! You can of course have the very popular Ianthony but, hey, if someone asks you to write Chanse/Ian and you want to try that out, that’s good too!

Prompts

As mentioned the prompting can begin any time between now and November 30th. The sooner you get the prompts the sooner you can get your work done if you need extra time!

Posting

The only thing is please try and not post what you create until Ian's actual birthday date so it goes along with the celebration of him on his special day! If you won’t be around on his birthday and need to post a day earlier/day later feel free!

Tag

So people can easily find all the works that will (hopefully) be created on that day we’re suggesting the tag of ’ian's day 2024' or 'ian's day' so your wonderful work can easily be found! I personally try and reblog anything under those tags when it comes to the day of!

Other

This is all in good fun and meant to be an interesting and collaborative way to celebrate one of our favorite Smosh boys so please don’t link or spread anything to actual IRL Ian unless you have the creator's permission or you are the creator and want to do so. But this is meant for the fans mainly!

Any questions, concerns, ideas, feel free to hit me up! And the absolutely STUNNING image was made by the ever lovely and wonderful and handsome and cool: @xxmoonch1ldxx so go and throw him some much deserved compliments as he did this as a favor for me and absolutely blew it out of the water!

Additionally, if you'd like to peruse the Ian's Day tag from last year, at least, what I have on my blog, you can find it here!

Reblogs are appreciated to spread the word for this!

[4littlefishies]

The Eighth of September - No Making Fun of the Birthday Boy

satoru gojo x suguru geto

warnings: smut :3

wc: 10k

previous chapter here!

The months of October and November seem to whizz by in a flash, and before they know it, it’s the beginning of December. Neither of them were really all that surprised when they found out that the house was theirs, but of course they were absolutely elated at the news. More and more boxes are piling up around the apartment as they gradually start packing up their belongings for their move in just under two weeks before the start of new year. Satoru wanted to get into their new house as soon as possible, but Suguru was just doing his best to make it through the end of the year at work. He sits at the tail end of a meeting with Yaga, as well as a few other managers from different departments at HQ. 

“Geto-san, please get that email sent to me asap. I need to have it by 8 o’clock tonight so that I can send it out to everyone on Monday morning.” Yaga says as they’re starting to wrap up the meeting that they didn’t get to earlier during the work day. It wasn’t often that he’d have to have a meeting so late after work, but with everyone’s busy schedules, it had to be done.

“Yes sir, I’ll have that over to you within the hour.” Suguru says as he looks down at his coworkers in small boxes on his laptop screen. He wasn’t the only one that was busy and this meeting just confirmed it. They all felt like they were chickens running around with their heads cut off - and looked like it too - but that just seemed to be the normal for December in this business. Everyone signs off with burnt-out and weary goodbye’s and weak waves and Suguru gets back to finishing his extensive to-do list.

“Roo!” Satoru shouts from the hallway back towards where Suguru sits at his desk in the office. “Do you know where my headband with the cat ears went?” He had been listening in to make sure that he didn’t interrupt Suguru’s meeting and waited until he heard that everyone had signed off before shouting out. 

“Where did you leave it last?” Suguru sighs before he responds, not looking up from where he scrolls on his laptop, trying to finish the work that he desperately needed to get done.

“I thought I left it in this bathroom, but now I can’t find it.” Satoru says, now leaning up against the doorway of the office with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“It probably already got packed away because you never use it, my love.” Suguru’s voice is calm and sweet as he lifts his gaze and looks past his screen. His eyes are tired from looking at screens all day, but this needed to get done, no matter if it was a weekend or not. It was the end of the year, so things were extra busy trying to get everything wrapped up as well as going along with normal tasks. “Can you shut the door behind you?” He asks, hoping that Satoru will take his hint and leave him alone to work. Suguru had been working longer days at the office and had been doing more work from home after his already long days. It definitely helped that Satoru was always there for him when he came home, but it didn’t make it any less tiresome and stressful. 

“I do to use it.” Satoru defends, closing the door and walking into the office and around the desk to see what Suguru’s working on. 

“That’s not what I meant.” Suguru grumbles mostly to himself.

Satoru watches as he types away, trying to finish drafting up an email that’s going to be sent out to all of the heads of operations at each branch across the country. He rests one hand on Suguru’s shoulder and the other on the desk, leaning forward to see what he’s writing. “What’cha writing?” Satoru asks curiously, the smile on his face loud in his voice. 

Suguru takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly before continuing to type on his keyboard. “Something that should’ve been done earlier this week, but needs to be done now.” He emphasizes. It was early on Friday night, the night before Satoru’s 30th birthday to be more specific. He was trying his best not to snap at his husband on account of it almost being his birthday, but Satoru was seemingly doing his best to make it extra difficult.

“You can’t get someone else to do it?” Satoru whines, leaning further down to try to get Suguru to look at him. “It’s my birthday eve and I wanna spend time with my husband.” Satoru grumbles with his brows knit together. 

Suguru’s mouth twitches towards a smile at Satoru’s use of the phrase ‘birthday eve’ and finally takes the bait, pausing his typing and turning his head to look Satoru in the eye. Satoru tries to lean in for a kiss, but is met with a short and simple, “No,” Before Suguru turns his head back to finish typing. 

“Unhh!” The noise that leave’s Satoru’s mouth is only describable as a whine but also a groan at the same time.

“I said no.”

“I can’t even have one kiss?” Satoru stands up as he lets out another whine, leaning his head back and squeezing his eyes shut dramatically.

“No, because one will turn into two which will turn into me not getting this done before 8, which is when it needs to be done, Satoru.” Suguru slightly raises his voice as he’s trying his best to focus. He wants to finish everything in the next 30 minutes and he doesn’t have enough hands to finish it all even if he wasn’t being bothered by his husband. Satoru is quiet for a moment and Suguru inhales and lets it out with a slow sigh, feeling shitty for snapping at him. “I’m sorry, Roo… I just really need to finish this and- can you please just leave me alone for just a little longer? I promise this is the last thing I need to do.”

“Do you want me to help you with anything?” Satoru asks softly as he straightens back up. He was no stranger to helping out Suguru with work things; he was practically his assistant at this point.

“No.” Suguru says, shaking his head. “I’m okay for now.” He says, trying not to sound so harsh when Satoru’s genuinely trying to help him. Most of what needed to be done were things only he would know how to do, and they needed to get done quickly, so he didn’t have time to teach Satoru how to do them.

“Okay.” Satoru finally takes his answer and presses a soft kiss to the top of his head before heading back towards the door. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Satoru says teasingly, looking back over his shoulder with a smirk as he heads out of the room. Suguru has the faintest smile on his face, looking up at Satoru for a split second and meeting eyes with him just before he shuts the door behind him. 

Letting out a sigh, Suguru leans back in his chair, stretching out his arms for just a moment and twisting himself around to crack his back before getting back to work. Well I feel like an asshole. He opens his notes on his computer only to see the litany of things that had yet to be crossed off of his to-do list. Year-end meant working with accounting to plan out the budget for next year, working with department heads to work out the performance goals for the next year, working with his own department to track and set new KPIs, and a myriad of other things that didn’t even make the list. 

For being only six months into the job, it felt like everyone in the world hated him, although he knew that wasn’t the case whatsoever. It wasn’t only on his shoulders, but every little thing that was going wrong felt to Suguru like it was all his fault. He knew it really wasn’t that serious, but after the last couple of weeks that he’d had at work, it for sure felt like that.

“How am I gonna get all this shit done?” He whispers tensely to himself as he rakes his fingers through his hair. He shakes his head as he stares down at the list before opening up his email once again. Thankfully, this was the final thing that needed to get done for the day; the rest could technically wait until Monday, so once he was finished, he could relax a little bit and try to enjoy his Friday night. 

After finishing the three different tasks he was simultaneously working on, as well as the email, he decided to proofread it one last time before sending it off. The words feel like a jumbled mess in his mind, but as he reads it back to himself, it mostly makes sense. “Baby?” He calls out loudly, knowing that Satoru will hear him and come running in like a dog. 

Sure enough, footsteps are heard hurrying down the hallway and Satoru opens the door with a smile on his face. “Yes, my sweet?” Satoru responds in a singsong voice which causes an eye roll and puts a grin on Suguru’s face.

“Can you just read this and see if it makes sense before I send it to Yaga?” He asks as Satoru saunters into the room. In his previous position, Yaga felt more unreachable - like he was just some distant higher up who didn’t know he existed. But now, as the Vice President of Operations, he was one of his direct bosses. “I feel like my brain is fried and I don't know if this actually sounds decent.”

“Of course I can.” Satoru says, rubbing Suguru’s back as he leans over him, reading the long email that would be sent out to every head of operations come Monday morning. Suguru has a tired smile on his face feeling Satoru’s warm hand on his back through the fabric of his tshirt. He had been so busy all week that he’d barely had any time to spend with him. “Sounds good to me, Suguboo.” Satoru says, standing up with a smile. “I think you’re good to send it.”

“Thank you.” Suguru says quietly, his voice tired as he clicks send and shuts his laptop. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier.” He leans back in his chair and rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands before letting out a long sigh. 

“It’s okay. I get it.” Satoru says, his voice soft and gentle. “Thank you for apologizing though.”

“It’s not okay though… You really are the best.” When Suguru brings his hands down from rubbing his eyes, Satoru is leaning up against the desk right next to him looking down with a big smile on his face, his hands on either side of his hips with his fingers wrapped around the top of the desk. “What did you do?” He asks, knowing that he’s for sure up to something.

“I know I’m the best.” Satoru says confidently. “Why do you think I did something?!” He asks, the smile on his face a telltale sign that he did indeed do something. 

“You have that look on your face.” Suguru says with narrowed eyes, looking up as Satoru shakes his head at him. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Satoru says as he sits down and makes himself comfortable right in Suguru’s lap.

“I’m not so sure this chair can hold the weight of both of us.” Suguru warns, wrapping his arms around Satoru’s waist and holding him close despite his statement. He rests his head against his back, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath in and lets it out slowly.

“Sure it can!” Satoru assures him. “I did do something though…” He says as Suguru sits there with his eyes still closed.

“Oh yeah? What did you do?” He asks, curious to know what Satoru’s been doing while he’s been holed up in his office since he got home earlier.

“Come on.” Satoru says, trying to stand up, but realizing that he’s still trapped in by his husband’s strong arms. “Baby, you have to let me go if you wanna see.” Satoru says, trying to turn around to see his face, but it’s still buried in his back. 

“Not yet. Wanna just sit here for a lil’ longer.” Suguru says, his face squished against his soft tshirt. After a few more quiet moments Satoru tries to stand up once more, only to be squeezed even tighter.

“Sugu… Can’t breathe like this.” Satoru says, his voice pained as he tries for a third time to stand up, only to be held by Suguru’s boa constrictor like strength. 

“Not yet.” Satoru isn’t one for patience when he has a surprise waiting to be revealed, so with one good push, he’s able to break free from Suguru’s hold and get himself up. “Nooo, you smell so good.” Suguru says, readjusting the grip of his arms around Satoru’s torso once again, this time his face pressed against his stomach with his eyes closed once again and a soft smile.

“I’m done waiting, come on.” Satoru says, reaching down just far enough to reach under Suguru’s legs. In one fell swoop, he picks him up from his spot in the chair and starts to carry him out towards the kitchen. 

“I’m falling!” Suguru shouts out with a laugh as Satoru tries his best to walk with the awkward hold he has on his husband.

“It’s not my fault you’re holding onto my stomach. Stand up and grab my shoulders.” With that, Suguru plants his feet on the ground and Satoru is able to easily pick him up once again. This time, with Suguru’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, he’s able to walk normally with his koala-like husband out to the kitchen where he has dinner set up on the table for the two of them. He gracefully sets him down and lets out a, “Ta-daaaa!” As he holds out his arms towards the food set up on the table. 

“Toru.” Suguru coos, sticking out his bottom lip as he takes in the view in front of him. “Why did you do all this?” He asks, recognizing soba from his favorite restaurant almost immediately. 

“You’ve been so stressed out at work this week, I thought you could use it.” He says as Suguru pulls him in for a hug. He presses a kiss to the side of his head and holds him tight. 

Suguru feels like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders. “Thank you, baby.” He says, his voice just barely a whisper. “But your birthday is tomorrow, I should be doing this for you.”

“Don’t you worry, Sugu. You can do whatever it is that you have planned for tomorrow, but I can still spoil you for tonight.” Satoru says with a smile as they sit down on either side of the table. Suguru chuckles lightly as he looks at the spread in between the two of them. “So…” He starts as they both pick up their chopsticks and get to eating.

“So?” Suguru asks, waiting for Satoru to finish what he obviously wants to say.

“What do we have planned for tomorrow?” Satoru asks with a smile on his face before he takes his first bite. Suguru had asked if he wanted him to plan something and Satoru agreed, so of course he had a few things planned for them throughout the day that he knew Satoru would enjoy. 

“Don’t you want it to be a surprise?” Suguru asks with one eyebrow cocked. “I thought you liked being surprised.”

Satoru twists his mouth to the side, thinking about it for a moment. “You’re right… Actually, I wanna know… Wait! No, don’t tell me.” Satoru goes back and forth, deciding if he wants to be totally surprised or not. 

“Do you want me to tell you one thing we’re doing?” Suguru suggests, knowing he’s going to give himself a headache if he keeps going back and forth on whether he wants everything to be a surprise to him or not.

“Are we getting matching tattoos?” Satoru guesses, his eyes wide as he looks across the table.

Suguru furrows his brows and tilts his head slightly to the side in confusion. “Baby, why would that be one of the surprises?” Satoru had never mentioned anything of the sort, so it came completely out of nowhere. “Do you want to get matching tattoos?” He asks, looking at Satoru with a questioning look.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I wanna look like my cool sexy husband.” Satoru answers, giving him a wink as he says it, which pulls a slight chuckle from Suguru.

“You’ve been thinking about it?” Satoru nods his head eagerly. “Why haven’t you said anything sooner?” 

Satoru takes a bite of one of the tempura shrimp, thinking for just a second before he answers. “I dunno.” He shrugs, swallowing the bite in his mouth. “We’ve just been really busy and it’s not that pressing of a matter.” 

“We can go to my artist if you want, Toru.” Suguru suggests. “We’d probably have to get in next month though, he’s usually pretty booked up.”

Satoru feels excitement building in his chest at the thought. “Really?” 

“Yeah, I can message him later. Have you thought about what you want?” He asks, ready to make a mental note of it so that he can let his artist know. 

Satoru pulls out his phone and quickly scrolls through his camera roll, looking for the screenshot he’d taken a while back. “I was trying to think of something that would also look good with your dragons, but I think something like this would be nice.” He says, showing Suguru a simple looking design with two koi fish, almost in a yin and yang position, one black and one white. “Also I want something that doesn’t really scream I’m in the Yakuza, you know?”

Nodding his head, Suguru smiles. Of course Satoru wouldn’t pick something that had no meaning behind it. The koi fish, as well as the yin and yang symbolism quickly stood out to him. “Oh yeah,” Suguru says, grabbing Satoru’s phone from him and looking more closely at the screenshot. “Choso could definitely do something like this. Can you send that to me?” He asks, handing Satoru his phone back. 

Satoru quickly texts it to him and sets his phone back down. “I just want it to have some meaning, you know?” He asks.

“I definitely get it, baby.” Suguru smiles across the table at him. Naturally he would want his first tattoo to mean a lot to him. “I think it’s perfect.” Satoru smiles back at him, glad that he approves of his choice of art for both of their bodies. “Then maybe your next one can be something a little different.” 

“Well, let’s see how I feel about the first one before we start talking about more.” Satoru says, an excited, but slightly nervous feeling in his stomach already. “Tattoos might be more of your thing than mine, but I want at least one. You can’t be the only one in our family with a cool tattoo.” 

Suguru smiles at his use of the phrase our family. “You sure you’re gonna be able to sit still long enough for him to do it?” He teases as he picks up another bite of his soba. “It doesn’t feel very good.”

“Are you already trying to talk me out of it?” Satoru asks, raising his eyebrows at Suguru. “I’ll sit so still you’ll think I’m a statue.” He says, extremely sure of himself. Suguru nods his head, not as sure about that, but excited at his seemingly newfound interest in getting a tattoo. 

“I’ll message him tomorrow. Hopefully he’ll be able to get us in before the new year, but usually he’s pretty busy this time of year, so don’t get your hopes up, okay?” Suguru lets him know. “I think it’ll be better to do it after we move, anyway.” Satoru nods his head, just happy that it’s going to happen at all. “Did you actually want me to tell you something that I had planned for us tomorrow or not?”

Satoru furrows his brows, thinking for a moment before answering. “How many things do you have planned?” He asks, curious to know more about the day ahead of them.

“Baby, do you want me to tell you or not?” Suguru chuckles lightly. “I know that if I tell you one thing, you’re gonna keep bothering me to know everything, so I’m either telling you the plans for the whole day or everything is staying a secret.”

“Okay, okay, tell me, I wanna know.” Satoru finally decides, the feeling eating him up inside.

“Well first we’re gonna go to a patisserie in Setagaya for lunch where you can get whatever your little sugar-crammed heart desires.” Suguru starts. Satoru’s eyes light up at the thought of it, but Suguru continues before he can say anything. “Then we’re going to karaoke with Shoko, Utahime, Haibara, and Ijichi.” He continues, seeing Satoru’s face light up even more, as if that was possible. “Then we’re gonna have dinner and spend the night at the Mandarin Oriental.” 

Satoru’s mouth hangs open upon hearing everything that Suguru has planned for his birthday. “Sugu…” He starts. Suguru looks up from his noodles at him, waiting patiently for him to finish what he’s about to say. “If we weren’t already married I’d ask you to marry me right now.” Satoru says with complete seriousness on his face.

Suguru chuckles lightly at the phrase that he’d become more and more used to hearing. “I know, and you know that I’d say yes every single time.” Satoru smiles back across the table at him, restless with anticipation of the day that is to come. 

~~~~~~~~~~

“Where are we going for karaoke again?” Satoru asks, looking over at Suguru as they drive towards their second destination of the day. 

“Baby, I think this is the third time I’ve told you that we’re going to Karaoke-Kan, the same place we go every time.” Suguru says, tapping his hand on Satoru’s leg as he drives. 

“Oh yeah.” He says, mostly focused on the bag full of treats sitting on the ground between his feet. He had picked out his own birthday cake, as well as a whole other box full of smaller sweets that would have given Suguru a heart attack once he heard the price if he hadn’t done the thorough research that he had. He made sure to set aside a lot more cash than he thought he would need because of course Satoru would need to try at least one of everything that they had. “What time is our dinner?” He asks, looking over to Suguru once again.”

“We just ate lunch and you’re already thinking about dinner?” Suguru asks with a slight chuckle, although he isn’t one bit surprised.

“What can I say? I’m excited, Gugu.”

Suguru gives his thigh a slight squeeze before he answers his question. “We can check in to our room at 5:00, but our dinner reservation isn’t until 6:30, so we have some time to get ready beforehand.”

“I'm excited.” Satoru says as he looks out the window as they approach their second destination of the day. The sky is cloudy and the air is cool, but nothing out of the ordinary for a typical December day.

“I can tell.” Suguru says, looking over at him with a smile. 

Once they find a place to park and make it to the building where they’re heading, they’re quickly shown to their karaoke room where all of their friends are already waiting.

“Happy birthday!” Haibara excitedly shouts out as soon as Satoru opens the door to their room. The other three hadn’t noticed until he had already shouted that they were there, so they missed the cue, inadvertently leaving him alone. 

“Happy birthday!” Shoko, Utahime, and Ijichi all say in unison after recognizing their mistake.

“Hey guys!” Satoru says with an elated smile on his face as Suguru closes the door behind them, not even noticing the poorly executed happy birthday exclamation. 

“I hope you guys haven’t been here too long. Somebody couldn’t decide what kind of birthday cake he wanted.” Suguru says, raising his eyebrows as he makes eye contact with Shoko.

Satoru smacks Suguru lightly on the arm. “It’s my birthday, Sugu, you’re not supposed to throw me under the bus like that.”

“My mistake, I was taking too long to pick out what flavor of birthday cake I wanted for my birthday that’s definitely today,” Suguru says with a grin as he sits down on the bench next to Satoru. 

“Oh yeah, definitely.” Shoko nods her head with furrowed brows in agreement.

“So have you guys done any songs yet?” Satoru asks, already having some song ideas ready in his head. 

“Nope, we wanted to wait until you guys got here.” Haibara answers as Satoru scrolls through the options, looking for the first song that he wanted to do.

Suguru already knows exactly what Satoru’s looking for. It’s always the first song he goes for when they go to karaoke, no matter who they’re with. “If you’re looking for Butterfly, you already passed it.” He points out, watching as Satoru furrows his brows looking for it.

“Of course I’m looking for Butterfly, Sugu.” Satoru says, scrolling back up to find the song that he hadn’t seen that he passed already. 

“There it is!” Suguru, as well as Haibara shout out, watching as he scrolls past it for a second time.

“Thanks guys.” Satoru says as he presses on it and grabs the microphone from the table that sits in front of them. The song starts to play with the lyrics coming on the screen, but Satoru doesn’t need to so much as glance at them because he knows the song by heart. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually 30.” Utahime mutters, shaking her head as the lyrics for the Digimon Adventure theme song start up on the screen. 

“Utahime, no making fun of the birthday boy.” Satoru says into the microphone in a ridiculously silly voice just before he starts singing along perfectly. Utahime shakes her head with a roll of her eyes as Satoru sings along. 

Suguru smiles, watching his husband seemingly have the time of his life. “He’s actually really good at this.” Haibara says, looking over at Suguru with a wide smile on his face. Suguru chuckles and nods his head, agreeing with him.

Haibara quietly sings along without a microphone until Satoru notices and hands him the second one, urging him heavily to sing along with him. They have the room for two hours before Satoru and Suguru have to head off to finish the rest of what they have planned for the day. It’s a very loud and excitable two hours, filled with plenty of Satoru yelling into the microphone to get everyone’s attention. 

“Satoru, we’re right here, you don’t have to yell at us.” Utahime says with her eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as she sips on her drink. Ijichi covers his ears, trying not to accrue hearing damage from Satoru’s antics with the microphone. 

“I just gotta make sure you guys can hear me.” He says with a smirk on his face as he picks up an onion ring off of the tower that they’d ordered. 

“We can hear you plenty without it.” Utahime grumbles to herself as she leans over and rests her head on Shoko’s shoulder. 

Suguru sings a couple songs with Satoru and one with Shoko, but leaves most of the singing to the others, as does Ijichi. Sitting between Suguru and Utahime, Ijichi focuses on watching and having a good time just watching everyone else sing, deciding against singing something for most of their time there.

“Ijichi, if I sing with you, will you please sing something? Just one song?” Utahime asks, hoping that he’ll do it at least once. He looks over at Shoko who nods her head with an excited smile,  urging him to do it.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out with a sigh, really thinking hard about it before he finally gives in and agrees. “Only if you’re actually going to sing with me though.” He says, hesitantly taking the microphone from Haibara after he just finished a song on his own.

“I’m not gonna leave you hanging, don’t worry.” She says with a smile as she scrolls through the songs, looking for one that they could sing. 

“Did you have a good time?” Suguru says quietly into Satoru’s ear once he feels his head resting on his shoulder. 

“Mhm.” Satoru hums in response, nodding his head as it sits on Suguru’s shoulder. “Thank you for planning this.” He rests his hand on Suguru’s thigh and gives it a squeeze, which in turn, Suguru responds with a kiss on the top of his head. The smile on Satoru’s face is wide as he listens to Utahime and Ijichi sing along to Shinunoga E-Wa. Utahime confidently sings at Shoko from the front of the room, while Ijichi is a bit more reserved like he’s trying to curl in on himself, his voice barely picked up by the microphone. Satoru starts singing along with them, noticing that Ijichi isn’t as sure of himself as Utahime is when it comes to karaoke.

Ultimately, Shoko, Haibara, Satoru, and Suguru all join in and sing along with the two of them as they make their way through the song, excited to be spending time together as a group after they hadn’t all been together in nearly a year. 

“You guys are sure you can’t stick around for another hour?” Haibara asks as Satoru and Suguru are getting ready to leave. “I think we’re gonna stay for a while longer if you guys want to.”

“We’d love to, but we really have to get going, we have to check in and have reservations that we can’t be late for.” Suguru says, picking up Satoru’s jacket and handing it to him. 

“Well thank you guys for inviting us! Have a great dinner and happy birthday Satoru!” Haibara says with a smile, followed by a chorus of happy birthday’s from the rest of the group as they head out the door. 

“Thank you guys!” Satoru calls out as he closes the door behind him. He lets out a huff, not realizing how hot it was in the room until he’s out of it. “That was really fun, Roo.” Satoru says, grabbing onto Suguru’s hand as they walk back towards the front door. “Thank you for planning all of this.” 

“Of course, baby.” Suguru says with a smile as he opens the door for Satoru, the cold December air hitting their cheeks and quickly making their exposed skin prickle at the temperature. They hurry to the car, wanting to get out of the cold as quickly as they can. The drive to the hotel isn’t long, and when they get there, Suguru hands his keys to the valet attendant so that they don’t have to worry about parking. Satoru grabs their small shared bag from the back seat and carries it inside, his other hand laced in Suguru’s. 

They head towards the elevator and up to the hotel lobby that sits on the top floor of the building. They make their way up to the front desk and easily get checked in and get the key to their room. The woman helping them at the front desk leads them back towards the guest elevators, presses the button to go down and steps back while they wait for the doors to open. Satoru gives Suguru’s hand a squeeze, not knowing what kind of room to expect. 

“She gave us tea!” Satoru says excitedly as the doors close and they take the quick elevator ride down the couple floors to the 33rd floor. Suguru smiles as he presses a quick kiss to his cheek just in time for the doors to reopen to the small elevator lobby. They follow the signs to find their room. “3308, right?” Suguru nods his head as they head down the hallway towards the end.

Satoru taps the key to the door and turns the handle once the lock clicks. He pushes open the door to a dimly lit room. The sun had already gone down, leaving the room almost completely in the dark. After flicking on the lights and closing the door behind them, Satoru’s mouth hangs open as he looks around. “Wow, Gugu. You really went all out huh?” He asks, turning around to look at Suguru who’s checking out the bathroom. 

“I didn’t think it would be this nice.” Suguru admits from the bathroom, looking out the window that sits behind the large bathtub. “This is gorgeous.” He says, stepping back out into the main room where Satoru sits on the chaise that’s in front of the large floor to ceiling window. He had already found the button that opens up the curtains and was looking out the window. 

“It’s like the same as at home, but still different, you know?” He says, looking behind him as Suguru walks across the room to sit next to him. 

Suguru chuckles lightly at his observation. “I do know.” He says with a smile as he sits down next to Satoru and wraps his arm around his shoulder.

“Thank you for all this, Sugu.” Satoru says, leaning into Suguru and resting his head against his chest. “You made my birthday really great.” 

“Sorry I didn’t get you the cheesecake from Okinawa this time though.” He points out as they look out across the twinkling city lights together. “I’m afraid that’s reserved exclusively for anniversaries.” He continues, the smile apparent in his voice. 

“And I’m perfectly fine with that.” Satoru says, looking up into Suguru’s warm eyes through his snow colored lashes with a smile on his face. “I love you.” He says softly.

“I love you too.” Suguru says, leaning in to press a tender kiss against his lips. “Happy birthday Toru.” He whispers before going back in for another kiss, this one lasting a little bit longer than the first. They smile up against each other’s lips, leaning into each other more and more. 

Satoru pulls back and looks quickly down at his watch on his wrist for a moment. “What time did you say our dinner was?” He asks with a devious smile. Suguru looks down at his watch and sees that they don’t have to be at the restaurant for well over an hour. It was only 5 floors up, so it would only take them minutes to get there, if even that. He doesn’t even answer Satoru’s question as he leans back in to kiss him once again, this time more needy to mesh their lips together. Satoru lets out a soft moan into his mouth as he leans back into the chaise and Suguru moves over top of him. He lets Suguru’s knee slot its way in between his legs as he kneels over him. “Can I ask for one birthday present?” Satoru murmurs in between kisses.

“You want it now?” Suguru asks, slightly confused, thinking that they were just about to start something. “I was going to wait until dinner to give it to you.”

“No, no, I mean…” Satoru trails off as he slowly unbuttons Suguru’s shirt, revealing his tattoos that he’s grown to know like the back of his hand. “I wanna fuck you.” He says, looking up into his husband’s eyes through his own wispy lashes with his bottom lip in between his teeth.

Suguru’s eyes widen in surprise and he starts to laugh slightly until he realizes that his husband is serious. “Oh, you actually mean it?” He asks, his mouth slightly agape as he looks down at Satoru.

“Why wouldn’t I mean it, Sugu?” Satoru asks with furrowed brows. “Are you saying I can’t?”

Suguru shakes his head quickly, trying to hide the smile on his face. “No, no, baby. I’m not saying that you can’t, I’m just saying…” He stops for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. He clicks his tongue before he continues on. “It’s just- you can barely handle me fucking you, how do you expect to be able to do it?” Suguru asks, a slight teasing tone in his voice.

“You don’t think I can?” Satoru asks with his brows raised and a smirk on his lips, now seeing it as a challenge and wanting it even more. 

Suguru bites his bottom lip, looking at the way Satoru looks underneath him. He looks so sweet, his cheeks pink just from their few kisses and his eyes full of love. “I didn’t say that… I’d love to see you try, I just don’t think you’ll last longer than a minute is all I’m saying.” 

Satoru scoffs at his answer with knitted together brows. “Oh yeah?” His voice is full of sass as he asks, really wanting to prove him wrong now.

“Yeah.” Suguru doubles down with a nod, looking back at his cocky husband with a smirk on his lips. He dives his head down against Satoru’s neck, pressing a few kisses to the skin below his jaw which earns a shaky moan out of him. “You can barely handle this, Satoru.” Suguru teases, his breath hot against the skin of his neck as he whispers. He lets his tongue trace lightly up the side of his neck, trying his best to reduce him to a shaky, whimpering mess just with his tongue. 

“That’s n-not the same thing.” Satoru says with his brows furrowed as he already feels like putty under his husband’s touch. His breath is shaky as he feels Suguru’s hot lips and tongue against the skin of his throat as he kisses and sucks expertly on the most sensitive spot. 

“How about…” Suguru starts, his voice warm against Satoru’s neck as he speaks, “I fuck you now-” He’s interupted by a whine from deep in Satoru’s chest. “Hey, I wasn’t done yet. If you stop your whining and behave yourself, maybe after dinner I’ll let you do it. We have all night and won’t have to rush anything that way, hmm? How’s that sound, baby?” Suguru suggests, not even waiting for an answer before going back to pepper kisses along his neck once again. 

“Ha-ah.” Satoru’s breath gets caught in his throat for a second as Suguru sucks lightly on the spot just underneath his earlobe. “Deal.” Satoru manages to get out as he starts unbuttoning his own shirt before tossing it to the ground. 

With a smile, Suguru sheds his own shirt, tossing it onto the floor and bringing one of his hands up to cup Satoru’s face, the other holding him up as he hovers over him. He lets out a groan as Satoru brings one of his hands down to massage the bulge between his legs. He smiles against Satoru’s lips as he quickly feels himself growing harder. Grinding his hips down against Satoru’s hand, wanting more friction, he lets out a soft groan at the feeling. 

Satoru hastily unbuttons his pants and Suguru does the same, sitting back on his knees for a moment. With help from Suguru, Satoru pulls his pants and boxers off in one go. Suguru does the same, kicking his off onto the floor beside them. “How did I get so lucky?” Suguru murmurs as he leans back in, his lips attacking Satoru’s once again like they were air and he was suffocating. Satoru’s whole body feels like it’s on fire. No matter how many times he hears Suguru’s sweet words, it sends an electricity throughout each and every nerve like it’s the first time all over again. Now with nothing on but their wedding rings, they grab eagerly at each other, warm fingers gripping into soft skin as they make out like teenagers on the chaise in front of the open window, 33 floors up. 

As he pulls back slightly, Satoru whines, not wanting Suguru to pull away just yet, but is quickly met with his fingers in front of his mouth. Without needing to be asked, he parts his lips, letting them inside past his teeth. Suguru presses his middle finger into the warmth of Satoru’s tongue, licking his lips as he watches his lips close around the digit. “Always so good for me.” He praises as Satoru opens his lips once more to let Suguru press another finger against his tongue. 

“Mmm.” Satoru hums happily, his mouth wetting Suguru’s fingers because he knows exactly what to expect next. He looks up at him through his lashes with needy eyes, wanting to feel his fingers inside of him already. His cock is hard, resting against his stomach as he watches his husband smile at the sight in front of him. Suguru looks down at him, a devilish smile on his lips as his bangs hang down between them, tickling the skin of Satoru’s cheeks ever so slightly. 

After a couple seconds longer, Suguru slides his fingers out of Satoru’s mouth, the same smile on his mouth as he looks into the bright blues beneath him. As he trails his hand slowly down between them, his fingers slowly trace down the underside of Satoru’s cock, making his hips twitch upward. “Ah- Sugu,” He whines out as Suguru’s wet fingers ghost the skin of his fully hardened cock, “it’s my birthday, no teasing.” 

Suguru’s eyes dip to look between the two of them, almost seeming like he was contemplating something for a moment. “Even the birthday boy has to be patient, Toru. You should know that by now.” Suguru says, sitting back on his knees for a moment and quickly yanking Satoru down closer to him by his legs and in one quick move, throwing his hips up over his own shoulders. His knees are now just about on either side of his head as Suguru has him folded in half over himself. 

“Sugu what are you-” He starts to ask, but is quickly silenced as Suguru’s hot tongue is pressed against his hole. “Ah!” Satoru cries out, surprised by the sudden change in position. The way Suguru licks and sucks at his hole is enough to have him grasping at anything he can get ahold of. He brings one hand down on top of Suguru’s hand that sits on the back of his thigh holding his hips up and grasps for his fingers. “Fuck,” Satoru moans, Suguru locking their fingers together as he turns his husband into a whiny mess. 

It’s not long before he brings his free hand with his already wet fingers up and presses one inside, pulling his mouth just far enough away to allow them to do so. “You doing okay, baby?” Suguru asks despite already knowing the answer. He slowly pushes his finger all the way in before pulling it out almost painfully slowly before pressing it back inside once again. The way Satoru’s walls are already squeezing around him tells him all he needs to know about how he’s feeling. Nothing but a faint whimper escapes Satoru’s mouth, putting a small frown on Suguru’s lips. “I know you can do better than that, Toru.” He says, his already slow movements coming to a halt as he looks down at his obviously flustered husband, waiting for a response to the question he asked. 

“Yes, Sugu,” He mewls out with his brows knit together, “Feels so good, please don’t stop.” 

“See, I knew my good boy Satoru knew how to use his words.” Suguru says, his tone slightly teasing as he pushes his finger back inside, only to quickly add his second finger, pulling another moan from Satoru’s chest. “Doing so good for me baby, you always take my fingers so well.” 

“Nngh-” Satoru moans, his walls squeezing around Suguru’s fingers as they slowly massage him from the inside. His teeth dig into the flesh of his bottom lip and his fingers grip harder onto suguru’s hand as he revels in the feeling.

Watching similarly with his bottom lip in between his teeth, Suguru smiles at the way his husband twitches around just his fingers, looking up at the way his face twists and contorts with pleasure. With his other hand, he strokes his cock a couple times before pulling his fingers out, earning a needy whine from Satoru. He lets his hips down gently before he kneels between his open thighs, eager to be inside of him already. He presses his already leaky tip against Satoru’s wet entrance, pausing and teasing him for just a second before he slowly pushes inside. A moan rips from both of their chests at the feeling. After Suguru’s incredibly busy week at the office, they hadn't had the time, let alone the energy to have sex in nearly a week - which they both thought had to be some sort of record for them. They’d both been waiting for this all week, and now that it was finally happening, neither of them ever wanted it to end. 

“Fuck, baby.” Suguru hisses out as he presses all the way inside. “So fucking soft and warm for me, yeah?” He says, looking down at Satoru who nods up at him with hazy eyes. “It’s like you were made just for me.” Suguru mutters, not caring how cliche it sounds because he fully believes it himself. 

“Mhmm,” Is all Satoru can manage to get out as he wraps his arms around Suguru’s neck, pulling him down, crashing their lips together. He licks lazily into Suguru’s mouth, wanting to feel closer to him in any way that he can - as if he can’t already feel him so deep that he swears he’s in his throat. Suguru’s thrusts are slow and deep, his cock dragging against every wrinkle and ridge of Satoru’s gummy walls. “So slow.” Satoru manages to get out against Suguru’s lips, his teasing tone obvious even is his already fucked out state. He was already feeling himself creep closer to the edge, but didn’t want it to be over just yet. 

“Slow? If this is too slow for you, you’ve gotta tell me what you want, birthday boy.” Suguru murmurs back against Satoru’s lips with a smirk as his hips come to a stop. Satoru pushes back on his abs and he pulls out, although slightly confused. They both let out a moan at the sudden emptiness and lack of warmth from one another, but Satoru quickly flips himself over and positions himself on his knees. He looks back at Suguru with half-lidded sapphires and a fox-like smirk on his face. Suguru smirks back, twisting his mouth to the side as he pushes his hair back over his shoulder and out of his way.

“I want you to make it so I have a hard time walking to dinner.” Satoru says, sounding very sure of himself. So sure of himself that it takes Suguru a bit by surprise. He’s left kneeling behind his husband with his mouth slightly agape, not entirely used to him being like this in the bedroom.

“Yes sir.” His hands find purchase on either side of his hips before he all but slams back into Satoru, much more aggressive this time. 

“Ah- f- fuck!” Satoru cries out with a wide smile on his face as he grips onto the back of the chaise while his husband relentlessly fucks into hims from behind. Somehow his cock manages to perfectly hit his sweet spot with every thrust, Satoru letting out endless trails of moans at the feeling and at the continuous praises that spill from Suguru’s mouth.

“You’re absolutely perfect, Toru. Breathtaking in every way.” He says, literally sounding out of breath. “Don’t know how I was the one that got so lucky to have you. I love you Satoru.” Satoru lets out uninterrupted cries as his eyes roll back into his head at the euphoric feeling - both of the physical feeling, as well as the rush from Suguru’s sweet saccharine words. Suguru arches himself over, leaning down to press kisses along the back of Satoru’s shoulder blades. The lewd sound of skin slapping together, Suguru’s occasional grunts, and Satoru’s whimpers fill the hotel room. “That’s a good boy, let me hear you whimper.” 

“Haa-hnng,” Satoru mewls out as Suguru’s relentless thrusts and never ending praises cloud his mind. “Mmh,” He hums as he looks over his shoulder with his brows knitted together and arching his back, desperate to feel his lips against Suguru’s. Their lips come together, Satoru letting moans escape into Suguru’s mouth and keeping his mouth open to allow his tongue to snake its way inside. 

Suguru mutters quietly into Satoru’s mouth. “Can feel you squeezing me, baby. Can you cum for me, my handsome boy? Can you do that for me?” Suguru knows that Satoru’s close, feeling the way his walls twitch and squeeze around his cock at the sweet talk as he continues jackhammering his hips into him. He can feel his own orgasm about to tip over the edge as Satoru cries out, gripping back onto Suguru’s wrist tightly and digging his fingers into his skin as his climax rips through him. 

“Yes! Yes! Yeah- mmmmh,” Satoru cries out, feeling a familiar warmth deep inside him with the twitch of Suguru’s cock as he himself cums onto the cushion beneath. He pushes back against him, wanting to feel it all.

“Fuck baby,” Suguru groans, resting his forehead against Satoru’s back as he rides out his orgasm, emptying himself into his husband. “You’re trying to kill me?” He asks as Satoru pushes his hips back, attempting to milk every drop from his cock. 

Satoru can’t answer, just looking back over his shoulder with his face against the back of the chaise with a tired smile, his hair sticking to his forehead and his cheeks flushed pink. A thin sheen of sweat covers both of their bodies, skin sticking together as Suguru lifts his forehead from where he rests against Satoru’s back, leaving one last tender kiss as he does so. 

“You okay, Roo?” Suguru coos, still breathing hard as he slowly pulls out, the mess of his cum leaking out of Satoru’s hole following behind. They both whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness and the loss of one another’s warmth.

Satoru smiles to himself at the nickname that they’d both started using for each other, breathing heavily with his cheek pressed against the fabric. He nods his head, the dopey smile on his face a testament to how hard Suguru had fucked him. 

“Fucked you so stupid you can’t even talk, huh?” He teases, hurrying to the bathroom as to hopefully not make more of a mess than they already had. 

“Mmhm.” Satoru hums, still with his hips and ass in his air and his face now down against the seat. His eyes are closed as he waits for the princess treatment that he knows is coming from Suguru when he hears the faucet to the bath turn on. 

Suguru hurries back with a towel, wanting to clean up the mess on the seat before anything else. “You made a real mess, baby.” Suguru says as he does his best to wipe up the sticky puddle underneath Satoru. He hears a slight chuckle from Satoru as he heads back to the bathroom. “What’s so funny?” He asks as he tosses the towel on the bathroom floor and hurries back out to retrieve his husband.

“Nothin’.” He replies, the spent and worn-out smile still on his face as Suguru scoops him up into his arms. “Just happy that I’m married to the best man in the world.” 

With a click of his tongue, Suguru shakes his head. “I really fucked you dumb this time, didn’t I?” He teases as he sets Satoru down next to the tub as they wait for it to continue filling with hot water. He runs his hand under the water, checking if he needs to adjust the temperature before throwing his hair up into a quick bun to keep his hair out of the way. He takes off his watch and sets it on the vanity next to where Satoru had set his, not wanting to get it wet. After adjusting the temperature slightly, he steps in, helping Satoru in as well. 

“No, I think I’m of sound mind right now.” Satoru says, climbing over the edge of the tub and sinking down into the water in between Suguru’s legs with his back up against his chest. “I’m just thankful to have you as my husband.” He grabs Suguru’s hand from under the water and laces their fingers together before holding their hands against his chest for a moment. 

The smile on Suguru’s face is soft as Satoru leans his head back against his shoulder. “I love you, Satoru.” Suguru coos in his ear, his voice just barely above a whisper. Satoru smiles as he looks out the window at the twinkling lights of the city just outside. 

“I love you too, Sugu.” Satoru says, his voice just as quiet. They sit in silence for a moment, nothing but the sound of the rippling water as Satoru brings Suguru’s hand up to his lips to press his lips to the back of it. Suguru lets his fingers of his free hand trace over Satoru’s leg under the water as he presses tender kisses to the back of his shoulder. “Thank you for a great birthday.” He says, fidgeting with Suguru’s ring as he analyzes his hand.

“Of course, baby. You deserve it.” Suguru replies before they sit in silence for a little bit longer. He lets his eyes close for a moment as he leans his head back over the edge of the tub and looks up at the ceiling. “It’s not over yet, though. We have to head up there in probably about 20 minutes.” He says, having noted the time when they first got into the bath. 

“Are you telling me we have to get out already?” Satoru asks, still mindlessly fidgeting with Suguru’s fingers on top of the water. 

“Just a couple more minutes, but I need to brush out my hair and fix it up all nice.” 

“I think it looks perfect just like this.” Satoru says, not even bothering to turn his head to be able to look at his husband.

“Roo, I can’t show up to a gourmet restaurant with my hair in a messy bun.” Suguru tries to reason with him, a soft chuckle coming from his chest and vibrating against Satoru’s back and causing ripples in the water. 

“Says who? I think you look perfect.” Satoru shoots back, sitting forward and moving to sit on the other end of the tub so he can look at Suguru.

Suguru shakes his head with a faint smile on his face as he looks out the window. “Says me, Satoru.” Satoru furrows his brows and crosses his arms across his chest. 

“What if I refuse to get out of the bath and just sit here all night?” 

“Then I guess I’m going to dinner by myself.” Suguru says with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Unnh!” Satoru cries out at his response, earning a laugh from Suguru that has the water rippling away from him. “You wouldn’t really leave me alone on my birthday, would you?” 

“Baby, it wasn’t easy for me to get the reservation, I’m going with or without you.” He says, looking into Satoru’s eyes seriously with his warm honey ones. “And I think you’re really gonna like it anyway.” 

“And then we can come back and eat cake, right?” 

With a smile on his face, Suguru looks out the window once more before looking back at Satoru. “Yes baby, we can come back and eat cake.” Satoru smiles happily upon hearing his response, eager to try out the cake that he had picked out earlier in the day. After a couple more minutes of soaking, Suguru stands up and grabs a towel from the rack next to the tub and dries himself off before stepping out and wrapping it around his waist.

“You’re getting out already?” Satoru whines, looking up at him as he walks out of the bathroom to grab his bag.

“Satoru, we’re not going to be late for this.” He says as he’s grabbing his bathroom stuff from the bag out in the main room. Satoru is still laid out in the tub as he comes back into the bathroom with his small bag and his brush in his hand. He looks at Satoru as he’s spread out in the bath and stands at the edge, looking down at him for a moment, trying to keep a straight face. Satoru looks up at him for a moment with a cheeky smile on his face before he reaches out and swiftly yanks Suguru’s towel down off of his hips and onto the floor. Suguru doesn’t react and just shakes his head and leans over to pull the drain plug on the tub and tosses it over the edge, leaving it hanging from the chain.

“Hey!” Satoru shouts out with a laugh, a similar laugh coming from Suguru’s chest as he turns around to look at himself in the mirror. The sound of the water going down the drain is quickly overrun by the sound of Satoru standing up out of the water. He grabs a towel and dries off before stepping out next to Suguru who stands there, his towel left on the floor where Satoru pulled it off. Satoru presses a kiss to Suguru’s bare shoulder before heading out to grab his clothes for dinner.

“Can you grab mine too?” Suguru asks as he brushes out his hair, pulling half of it up into a bun and tying it off at the back of his head. 

“Sugu?” Satoru asks as he brings both of their changes of clothes into the bathroom so that they can get changed for dinner. 

“Yes, my love?” Suguru asks sweetly, turning to look at his husband with a smile.

“You mentioned earlier that you got me a birthday present…” Satoru says, looking at him with a sly smile.

“Yes?” Suguru urges him to continue. “What are you getting at?” 

The smile on Satoru’s face is enough to signal to Suguru that he’s probably up to no good. “Do you think I could maybe open it now?”

“I said you could open it at dinner, Roo.” Suguru pulls his shirt on and starts buttoning it up.

“Yeahhh… But I thought that maybe you love me and would let me have it a little early.” Satoru tries to play to Suguru’s soft side as he does his best to get him to give him his present early.

Suguru has a smile on his face as he tucks his shirt into his pants and starts snaking his belt through the loops. “Baby, I do love you, but you’re not getting your present before we’re up there.” 

Satoru lets out a huff as he gets dressed, his plan having failed. “I guess I’ll just have to wait.” He says dramatically, leaning his head on Suguru’s shoulder as he looks at him through the mirror.

“Yep.” Suguru curtly agrees with a nod, not playing along with his games. 

With one more huff, Satoru crosses his arms and stands up with furrowed brows. He stands in the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe with a slight smile on his face. 

“I love you, Satoruuu.” Suguru says in a cheery voice, watching as his husband does a terrible job of pouting in the doorway.

Satoru can’t help himself but step into the bathroom once more and wrap his arms around Suguru’s waist from behind. He leans in and presses a soft kiss on the back of Suguru’s neck before whispering softly in his ear with a smile, “I love you too, Suguru.”

chapter 5

[zbrewer]

I Sold a Book! Let's Talk About It.

So if you’ve been paying attention at all (and it’s 100% fine if you don’t – trust me; there are plenty of days when I don’t feel like paying attention to myself one bit), you may have heard that I have a new series debuting next fall (2024). It’s called THE CHRONICLES OF VIKTOR VALENTINE and yes, it takes place in the same world as THE CHRONICLES OF VLADIMIR TOD and THE SLAYER CHRONICLES. But, like, apart from the announcement that we’re going back to Elysia, I haven’t really spoken much about the book/series and what it’s going to feature. So why don’t I do that now?

First off, I sold the first two books of this series back in September of 2021, and I’ve been DYING to talk about it ever since. But there are certain things in publishing that we don’t do – and a big one in my case is that I never discuss a book until my publisher has announced our deal. So I kept quiet. Kinda. For the most part, anyway. Then, just a few weeks ago, I got the news that my happy news was public, and I word-vomited all over TikTok and then I disappeared for a while. Why?

Oh. No biggie. Just a much-needed family vacay to celebrate my 50th birthday, my son Jacob’s 30th birthday, and Jacob’s engagement to his beautiful fiancée, Jordan (!!!). (She had NO idea and it was just the perfect moment. Love them so much.)

But now I’m back and I feel a bit like Crowley in Good Omens 2 when he walks into the bookshop after he and Azirophale had argued and Crowley says, “I’m back.” In other words, I’m back. I’m here. I don’t really have a plan for what I’m going to say, but I know one thing is for certain. I’m not doing the apology dance, dammit.

So what’s the series going to cover? Will you see Vlad again? Will you find out what the deal was with Snow’s eyes?

The short answer is YES! The longer answer is: YES…eventually. 

See, I plan to include as many of the characters you know and love from CoVT in this series, but there are a few of them, so that’s gonna take time. Am I going to give you all the answers to all the questions you still have about CoVT? Oh yes. Just give me time.

This series is about a boy named Viktor who learns that not only are vampires real…but his parents are the most famous vampires of all—Dracula and Elizabeth Bathory. Viktor is a nervous kid as it is. His chest often feels tight with anxiety. He’s pretty insecure about his friendship with his bestie, Damon (who has amazing hair, btw). And don’t get me started on his mean next-door neighbor. The new neighbor across the street, however…

Her name is Alys. Keep an eye on that one, Minions.

Viktor lives in a town called Nowhere. It’s a small, Midwestern town. Quaint, normal, boring. But that’s only because Viktor has yet to unearth the town’s secrets. But I digress…

I could ramble on about Viktor and how his life is tied to Elysia, but I’d rather you find out for yourself…staring in Fall 2024.

Any questions?

[lil-gae-disaster]

Main OC Overview

Novah Nathan:

Age: 17

Birthday: 31st July 2006

Ethnicity: 🇩🇪🇷🇺

Pronouns: They/He

Universe: Spiderverse

Special role: Spiderman

Education status: High School Senior

Hobby: Inventing, swinging, studying, hanging (literally) out with friends

Family: Noah N, Natalie N, Natja N

Short Lore recap: he freed Coy when he was 5, he got bitten when he was 12, his dad got killed when he was 12, he became spiderweb when he was 12, he got kidnapped by Black Cat when he was 13, he got kidnapped by Lizard when he was 14, he met Coy properly when he was 14

Sexuality: Aroace

Gender Identity: Transman

Special abilities: webs, sticking to stuff, seeing in the dark, near invulnerablility, poisonous fangs, unnaturally high jumps

Leo Castor Allard:

Age: 14

Birthday: 10th June 1997

Ethnicity: 🇬🇧🇧🇪

Pronouns: He/They

Universe: Harry Potter (magic awakened)

Special role: -/-

Education status: 4th year hogwarts student

Hobby: Quidditch, being alone with his boyfriend, annoying Aruna, studying Charms

Family: Blaze A., Perseus A., Castor A., Nox A, Celeste A, Almathea B

Short Lore recap: his dad disappeared and his mom didn't want a mini dad running around so she gave him to her brother in law who raised Leo

Sexuality: Gay Asexual

Gender Identity: cis boy

Special abilities: Magic

Souta:

Age: 15

Birthday: 30th September 2008

Pronouns: they/them

Universe: Ninjago

Special role: Ninja - in - training

Education status: homeschooled + Ninja training by Lloyd and the others

Hobby: listening to Music, playing videogames, training, reading

Family: Lloyd, Nya, Zane, Kai, Cole, Arin, Sora, Wyldfire, Riyu

Lore recap: He was with his mom but he lost her in the merge and he turned into a wanderer tryna find her. A year after the merge he discovered his elemental powers and he then made the decision to become a Ninja and went to find them, which took a long time

Sexuality: Gay ace

Gender Identity: nonbinary

Special abilities: elemental powers

Frederick Kenneth

Age: 24

Birthday: March 25th 1750

Ethnicity: 🇩🇪🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Pronouns: He/Him

Universe: this, amrev period

Special role: redcoat

Education Status: College graduate

Hobby: writing, reading, talking, drawing, hair braiding

Family: his Father, his sister, Benedict Murphy (@kwilooo s oc)

Lore recap: he's born in Germany, went to Schottland with his dad and newborn sister after his mom's death when he was 10, moved to England when he was 19 and joined the redcoats fairly at the beginning when he was 24, after the war he moved back to Schottland until a few months after his father died, then he moved with his family to America

Sexuality: gay (closeted)

Gender Identity: cis man

Special Abilities: -/-

Rp acc: @thatoneschot

Jonathan Smith

Age: 23

Birthday: 15th November 1751

Ethnicity: 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿

Pronouns: He/Him

Universe: this, amrev period

Special role: redcoat

Education status: College dropout

Hobby: drawing, jewelling, blacksmithing, gossiping, reading

Family: His father, his mother, his older brother

Lore recap: he was born in England into nobility, ran away from his family on his wedding day, worked as a blacksmith to sustain himself for 5 years, joined the redcoats with 23 after he worked as a blacksmith for good 5 years and heard of the war through talk on the market, was forced to return to his cousins wedding and then ran way from his own wedding again, moved to the farm in Schottland to Frederick and Isabell-Josefine, moved with them and Mae (@marsfingershurt s oc) to America a year later and began to pursue blacksmithing again.

Sexuality: homoromantic pansexual

Gender Identity: cis man

Special abilities: -/-

Rp acc: @a-noble-smith

Those are the main 5, but ofc I have others too ;)

[gnarly-charlie]

ok cool i can do that

this is gonna be long so brace yourselves

you've probably heard all of this before, the typical hc where she has a bunch of piercings and stuff, but...

shes actually terrified of needles. Like really scared of them. Or well, was

she gets either mizole or namida (or maybe kikura too cause I love kikuryan so much) to do it for her and she makes sure it's not rusted and that they clean it really well cause they dont want to get the area infected (if that makes sense)

she also has at least one tattoo from when she was first able to get tatted, they were sooooo in love with namida that they decided to get a tattoo with her name in a heart (also I know I know the ink would probably come off after a while since she's an inkling but I like to think there's some cream you could put on it to preserve it)

shes a few months older than mizole, so they try to act like theyre cooler than him (she's not) (she's such a loser)

her birthday is on January 2nd, meanwhile his is September 30th (very exact dates ik) (I like making up character birthdays) (it's synesthesia)

she's so neurodivergent they will go on and on about her favourite bands and mizole would be forced to listen to their ramblings about why squid squad is the most revolutionary band for the music scene and why they're her favourite (which further fuels his need to separate himself from being compared to them, if that makes sense)

namida was ryan's first girlfriend ever, her highschool sweetheart or whatever those people say in those documentaries. ryan's also her biggest supporter and is extremely good at cheering her up when shes down

they dated up until their first year of college and then broke up for a bit to focus more on school, then ryan met kikura and they were the punk girlfriends ever. kikura made her step out of her comfort zone and do things they never thought they'd be doing ever

kikura met namida through ryan and now all three of them are dating each other. and they're all happy. boooooo scary three fem-aligned people in love, how terrifying

ok back to ryan and mizole

her goal for being in wet floor was to have the same impact as ichiya did with squid squad, meanwhile mizole wants to have a similar impact, but not be compared to squid squad. they fight over this a lot

they actually argue over small things like siblings do. theyre so sibling-coded. need I say more

she's really supportive of the other members' hobbies and stuff. like. REALLY supportive

hardcore ally type beat

they encouraged tsumabushi to keep crocheting and knitting things even if he was not content with the final product.

also yes I hc him to crochet things what about it (im projecting)

ok time for some general ryan stuff

she/they pronouns (though mostly uses she)

sapphic and gnc

polyam

if squid squad superfan was a title she'd rock it

extroverted introvert

got that autism and adhd swag

tldr; she's ryan. why do you even need a tldr I put my heart and soul into, this just read the whole thing

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNIE!

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANNIE!

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Andy has a very special present for his girl.

Warnings: NONE.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to post again, I was busy with work and then I had, still have a bit of a writers block, so I'm sorry. I hope you enjoy this.

Word count: 1478

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

GIF’s not mine, you can find the credits in it:) 

                                     ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

It’s been a couple of months since the trial for the custody of Jake ended. Laurie finally send the papers resigning to all her parents’ rights, and so far no one has heard of her, thankfully.

It was the end of September, the weather started to be chilly and the leaves of the trees began to change its color. Andy was at the office in his house with the advent calendar he had bought for Annie; 12 presents starting on September 30th and up to October 11th, her birth date. He kept scribbling on the little notes and soon the calendar was completed and placed on the counter in the kitchen along with an envelope.

September 30th, 7 a.m.

Annie woke up at the sound of the shower running, she got up and when downstairs to make breakfast for her boys. She was still rubbing her eye when a black box with pink decorations caught her attention. She took the envelope with her name on it and took out the letter inside.

Hi, honey! Good morning!

When you are reading this I might still be in the shower, but don’t worry I’ll be joining you soon. I just wanted to say that I love you very much and you deserve everything in the world, but while I work on how am I going to give you all that, I’ll start with the box in front of you. In there you will find 12 presents for your birthday, don’t worry is nothing too extravagant. I hope you like all of them.

Happy birthday my love!

“Happy birthday, honey.” Andy said making Annie jumped. She turned to see Andy with just a towel around his hips.

“It’s September 30th, my birthday in on October 11th.”

“I know, but we have 12 presents, if you count since today that will be…”

“12 days.”

“Exactly, so, the last present will be opened on the 11th. Now, since I know how anxious you are. You must know that you only get to open one box per day.”

“I know how advent calendars work.”

“Do you?” He lifted his brow, “I know you so well that I know you will open all of it once I’m gone for work.”

“That’s!... maybe true…” Andy crossed his arms, “fine! One per day!”

“Good! Open the first one.”

Annie opened the box with the pink number 1 on it. A small folded paper inside.

“A note! How did you know?”

“Just open it!”

“Ok, it says, 1. Let’s start the celebration with something small. We can have sex anywhere you want, whenever you want.” Annie turned to see Andy. “This sounds more like a present for you!”

“Noooo, it’s a present for you, honey.”

“It’s this applicable from now to my birthday?”

“Yes.”

“Can it be used more than once?”

“I mean if you want to.”

“Ok!” She jumped on the counter and spread her legs.

“Now?”

“Yes! Now. It says here, anywhere, whenever I want and I want it now.”

Andy just shrugged and pulled the towel from his body his semi hard dick on display for her.

“Nice way to begin my birthday.” Annie licked her lips before Andy crashed his into a passionate kiss.

“Happy birthday.”

And so it began, everyday Annie opened one of the boxes before Andy went to work.

October 1st, day 2: A Sephora gift card.

October 2nd, day 3: a pair of diamond earrings in a velvet bag.

October 3rd, day 4: Fancy picnic in the park with Andy and Jake.

October 4th, day 5: Breakfast in bed.

October 5th, day 6: A handmade coupon where it said she could buy any purse she wanted using Andy’s credit card. She chose a black Louis Vuitton tote bag.

October 6th, Day 7: A drawing of the three of them made by Jake.

October 7th, day 8: Mani and Pedi appointment.

October 8th, day 9: Gift card for the Sweet Treat Bakery down on main street.

October 9th, day 10: Shoe shopping.

October 10th, day 11: Spa day with Andy.

October 11th, 8 a.m. Annie ran downstairs and open the last box, another piece of paper inside.

“Dinner at 8 o’clock. Just you and me.”

“HAPPY BIRHTDAY!!!!” Jake screamed as he ran towards her.

“Thank you, baby.” She took him in her arms and hugged him.

“Happy birthday, honey.” Andy got closer and hugged and kissed them both. “Go get ready, we are having breakfast out. We can’t have the birthday girl cooking today.”

“Alright, let’s get change sweetie.” Annie said running with Jake in his arms towards the stairs.

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After a lovely day hanging around with her boys, Annie took a well deserve shower. She was wrapping the towel around her body when Andy walked into the bathroom and hugged from behind.

“Do you think you can be ready by 7:30? I don’t want to lose our reservation.”

“I will be on time if you don’t distract me.”

“Alright, I let you to it.”

“Baby?” Andy hummed, “Who is taking care of Jake?”

“Maddy. She is in high school. Pam recommended her.”

“Pam always has good recommendations.” She said in a teasing tone and winked at him. Andy just shook his head and left her alone.

It was around 7:20 when Annie came down the stairs wearing a red satin dress with an opening up her left thigh, a pair of nude stilettos and a nude clutch.

“How do I look?”

Andy, Jake and Maddy turned around to see her.

“Wow!” Andy said.

“You look so pretty!!!” Jake said all excited.

“Thank you. Shall we go?” Annie said

“Sure.” Annie hook her arm around Andy’s, “Jake be good with Maddy.”

“Bye, guys.” Annie waved at them and then they left.

Once at the restaurant, the hostess took them to the terrace of the place. A single table was place in the middle of it. The whole terrace was decorated with Christmas lights and red roses.

“Oh my god! Andy this is beautiful.”

“Just the best for my best girl.” Andy kissed her softly and then both sat down to enjoy dinner.

They were eating dessert when Andy broke the silence.

 “I have one more present for you.”

“What? No, Andy you already give me too many presents.”

If Andy loved something about Annie was the fact that she never asked for anything and at the same time, he wanted to give her everything and more.

“I know, but I was saving the best for last.”

“Alright, where is it?”

“You have to close your eyes.”

“Argh, I don’t like that.”

“One last surprise, I promise.”

“Fine!”

Annie close her eyes.

 “Shit!” Andy said.

“What?”

“Honey, I think I forgot your last present. I’m so sorry.”

“Aw, it’s alright! You can always give it to me when we are back home.” Annie still had her eyes closed. “Can I open my eyes then?”

“Yeah.”

When she opened her eyes, Andy was in one knee in front of her, holding a small blue box in his hand.

“What… What is that?” Annie stuttered.

The box a beautiful diamond ring. It was very elegant, the stone was in an oval shape and small diamonds were incrusted around the ring.

“Andy…”

“Honey, I have thought for quite some time now, that the reason why it didn’t worked out with Laurie was because someone better was waiting for me, and that someone is you.”

Annie’s tears began streaming down her cheeks.

“You care for me and love Jake as your own son, and I want you to be part of our family forever.” Andy paused, “Will you marry me?”

Annie nodded rapidly.

“Yes?”

“YES! A thousand times yes!” Annie hugged him almost making him fall on his back. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Let me…” He slid the ring on her finger. “It fits perfectly.” Annie stared at her hand, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Andy. So, so much!”

It was nearly midnight when they walked in the house. Jake was sleeping on the couch while Maddy watched TV.

“Hi Mr. Barber, Hi Mrs. Barber.” Maddy said with a smile.

“Mrs. Barber sound good, don’t’ you think?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Why don’t go to our room, I’ll pay Maddy and I’ll take Jake to his room.”

“Good night, Maddy.”

“God night, Mrs. Barber.”

After paying Maddy and walked with her to her car, Andy came back home and went to take jake.”

“Buddy?” The little boy stirred and groaned. “Come on, wake up.”

“What?”

“She said yes” Andy said in a whispering tone. And Jake opened his eyes wide.

“Really? She likes our ring?”

“She did.”

“YEI!”

“Shhhh, you’re supposed to be sleeping. Come on, up we go.” Andy took Jake in his arms and walked to his room.

“So, I call her mommy now?”

“How about after the wedding?”

[alexander1301]

I posted 876 times in 2022

That's 711 more posts than 2021!

500 posts created (57%)

376 posts reblogged (43%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@bryan360

@carmenramcat

@murumokirby360

I tagged 261 of my posts in 2022

#youtube - 49 posts

#alex - 24 posts

#roblox - 18 posts

#shadow r - 14 posts

#spot speedster - 14 posts

#baco - 13 posts

#fnf - 8 posts

#riya speedster - 7 posts

#valisa - 7 posts

#mermaid - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 38 characters

#i totally stole that from cuphead. lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Here's a Birthday Gift for @murumokirby360, which is also a MerMay 2022 drawing, as you can see I drew My Tumblr exclusive Mermaid OC Valisa along with his Kirby OC Murukir shapeshifted into a Clam, I drew the Gran Turismo Symbol on him since I heard that he loves that game I played when I was young, and I usually loved that game as well, I even made 2 variations, with one swapped colors for the 2 and 9, and the colored GT Symbol.

Hope you had Sea-Tastic Happy Birthday.🎈🎁🍰 🎉🎂

Tags/Mentions: @carmenramcat @lordromulus90 @bryan360

9 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#4

Guys, something gone upsetting on DA and I am not too happy about it. 😤

Tags/Mentions: @carmenramcat @bryan360 @murumokirby360 @artistgirl17 @aarongervacio143 @princess-josie-riki-blogs/@princess-josie-riki

9 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

#3

I drew Pibby cuz yeah.

Tags/Mentions: @carmenramcat @bryan360 @murumokirby360 @lordromulus90 @lovelytekki @aarongervacio143 @artistgirl17

9 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#2

Here's a drawing of Brown as Slade's apprentice, I made his eyes orange and dark red to make it look like he's been brainwashed, however, the only way to turn him back to normal is to fight and defeat him, let's just hope that everyone in CN City will survive, otherwise, the town will be all gone, forever. 😱

Brown -> @bryan360

Tags/Mentions: @carmenramcat @murumokirby360 @lordromulus90 @opal-planet @artistgirl17 @carlycmarathecat @princessjosieriki @pingufan809 @vincentlopez

11 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Title Name: Alejandro gifts for Caleb and Sam

🔵Alejandro: Caleb, Sam, are you familiar with Phlat ball? It's a ball that you can throw as a frisbee, and it turn into a ball itself, I know you guys like Basketball and Soccer respectively, but you could play it with theses balls, and fits really well. ^^

Caleb-> @carmenramcat

Sam-> @bryan360

Tags/Mentions: @murumokirby360 @rafacaz4lisam2k4 @lordromulus90 @artistgirl17 @aarongervacio143

12 notes - Posted December 22, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

What a Year it was, with CN's 30th anniversary, to my final school year, as well as new OCs, although the weremole drawing gives me butterflies in my stomach, I'm kinda glad their 'creators' freed them from their weremole state using Tumblr Logic by drawing them in costumes on Inktober. Now let's see what 2023 has in store for us.

[quordleona03]

Hawkeye (Clinton Francis "Clint" Barton)

Benjamin Franklin Pierce canonically explains to anyone who asks him why he goes by Hawkeye that it's a character from The Last of the Mohicans, either the only book his father ever read or his father's favourite book. Hawkeye Pierce was born (I think) in August 1922, drafted age 27, had his 28th and 29th birthdays in Korea, and his 30th after the war ended. In September 1964, when the Marvel comic book character Hawkeye/Clint Barton was introduced, my headcanon is that Hawkeye Pierce was 42, no longer looking at comic books (I assume he did as a boy), and crucially, I think the people in his life who still call him "Hawkeye" are - his college friends, those he's still in touch with: his fellow 4077th survivors: and, occasionally but not invariably, his dad. Hawkeye/Clint Barton was introduced as a "reluctant villain" in three issues of Tales of Suspense - September 1964, December 1964 and April 1965: Hawkeye joined the Avengers in May 1965. Hawkeye left the Avengers in 1973, appeared only sporadically for ten years or so, returned with a new series called The West Coast Avengers, and has appeared fairly regularly since then in various different series and crossovers through the 1980s and 1990s and even early in the 21st century. Until the Marvel Cinematic Universe launched (Hawkeye/Clint Barton first appeared in Thor, 2011) I think it at least possible that Hawkeye Pierce would never have heard of Hawkeye/Clint Barton. I think that unless you are a comic books fan, or at least happened to be looking at comic books during the right time period, you would be unlikely to be familiar with the name "Hawkeye" in the M*A*S*H universe (which is a trouser-leg of the multiverse in which the series M*A*S*H was never broadcast and so no one ever heard the name Hawkeye unless they read Fenimore Cooper (or Mark Twain's essay about Fenimore Cooper's literary offenses). So: In the M*A*S*Hverse, how likely is it that anyone would have told Hawkeye Pierce at any time after September 64, that he had a comic-book villain/hero namesake? Would someone have gifted him a copy of a comicbook with Hawkeye on the cover? What are the odds? (Seriously: I don't know. I never was a comic books fan, with a handful of very particular exceptions, and I'm pretty sure that before 2011, I associated the name Hawkeye pretty firmly with M*A*S*H only and via M*A*S*H with Fenimore Cooper.)

[scientist-of-love]

Dream of the Inventor character files! I included them in my last post but I decided to post them separately too

Kurogane 

Name: Numea Kurogane

Gender: Female

Age: 36 (Past), 41 (Present)

Birthday: 9th May

Profession: Fashion designer and model

Likes: Her work, the moon, high fashion

Dislikes: Sweet things, small talk, the colour green

Hobbies: Dressing up

Skills: Sewing, modelling

Overview (Past): Kurogane is a fashion designer and model who prioritises her work above all else. Evidence found at the scene of the theft points to her as the prime suspect.

Overview (Present): Kurogane was arrested five years ago for the theft and murder of Tomorou Kouseki. However, new evidence suggests that something else is at play.

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Rokua

Name: Rokua Dou

Gender: Female

Age: 29 (Past), 34 (Present)

Birthday: 6th December

Profession: Detective (Past), Psyncer at ABIS (Present)

Likes: Sweet things, figuring out what makes people tick

Dislikes: Cruelty, uncertainty, lying 

Hobbies: Gardening

Skills: Running long distances

Overview (Past): Rokua is an old friend of Pewter’s from their college days. She studied psychology. Pewter called on her to become the first person to use the Psync machine.

Overview (Present): Rokua is an old friend of Pewter’s from their college days. She now works for ABIS as a psyncer. She’s the lead investigator on Hiyori Kin’s murder case.

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Makane

Name: Makane Amanoma

Gender: Female

Age: 24 (Past), 29 (Present)

Birthday: 18th July

Profession: Mail carrier

Likes: The outdoors, stamps, masked superheroes on motorbikes

Dislikes: Breaking things, mushy romantic movies/books, people who don’t update their address when they move

Hobbies: Riding her motorbike

Skills: Pushing her brother’s buttons

Overview: Makane is Pewter’s sister, younger by six years. She loves to tease him, but she does admire her older brother. Currently she works as a carrier delivering mail around the city.

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Tomorou

Name: Tomorou Kouseki

Gender: Male

Age: 24

Birthday: 27th November

Profession: Professional photographer

Likes: Flowers, smiles, city lights at night

Dislikes: Heights, misplacing things

Hobbies: Candid photography, pressing flowers

Skills: Making people laugh

Overview: Tomorou is a photographer, both professionally and as a hobby. He’s good friends with Makane. His friendliness and willingness to help means he gets along well with just about anyone.

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Motofumi

Name: Motofumi Namari

Gender: Male

Age: 32 (Past), 37 (Present)

Birthday: 19th March

Profession: IT team leader

Likes: Cats, roses, true love

Dislikes: Overtime, getting given work last minute

Hobbies: Writing gay romance novels

Skills: Working with computers

Overview (Past): Motofumi is the leader of an IT team. He’s good at his job, but doesn’t have much interest in it.

Overview (Present): Motofumi is the leader of an IT team. He was friends with Masaru, but their friendship was abruptly cut off.

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Masaru

Name: Masaru Suzuya

Gender: Male 

Age: 35

Birthday: 26th January

Profession: Unemployed

Likes: The avant garde, experimentation, modern art

Dislikes: Art block, wrist pain, talking about his feelings

Hobbies: Painting, stargazing

Skills: Painting portraits

Overview: Masaru is a painter who works out of his own studio. He’s been struggling with artblock, being stuck in a rut. He once knew Motofumi, but is avoidant of the topic.

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Seiko

Name: Seiko Kotetsu

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Birthday: 2nd April

Profession: Idol at Lemniscate

Likes: Performing, cool clothes, bright colours

Dislikes: Conformity, anything dull, people trying to change her mind

Hobbies: Rhythm games, modifying clothes

Skills: Singing, choreography

Overview: Seiko is a new idol at Lemniscate who’s getting a helping hand from Renju. She’s spunky and determined for her music to be heard.

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Taichi

Name: Taichi Kotetsu

Gender: Male

Age: 48

Birthday: 30th September

Profession: Jeweller

Likes: Takoyaki, lilies, whatever makes Seiko happy

Dislikes: Conflict, busy roads, anything that makes Seiko upset

Hobbies: Board games

Skills: Giving gifts, lapidary

Overview: Taichi is Seiko’s father. He’s a mild-mannered man who sells the jewellery he makes. He knew Hiyori Kin before she was killed.

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Ukana

Name: Ukana Kotetsu

Gender: Female

Age: 42 (Deceased)

Birthday: 20th February

Profession: Musician

Likes: Playing music, songbirds, her family

Dislikes: Staying in one place or doing one thing for too long

Hobbies: Composing music

Skills: Cooking takoyaki

Overview: Ukana was Taichi’s wife and Seiko’s mother. She was an enthusiastic musician who taught her daughter everything she knew about music. Unfortunately, she died in an accident six years ago.

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Hiyori

Name: Hiyori Kin

Gender: Female

Age: 35 (Deceased)

Birthday: 5th June

Profession: Programmer

Likes: The sun, shiny things, people

Dislikes: The dark, being alone for too long

Hobbies: Her daily routine, collecting coins

Skills: Programming, holding conversations

Overview: A progammer at Elgorg who worked on the Wadjet System. Her body was found outside Lemniscate.

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Gin

Name: Gin Shiratsuki

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Birthday: 21st August

Profession: Ex-programmer

Likes: Left (side), his way, acclamation 

Dislikes: Criticism, people being better than him, people getting more attention than him

Hobbies: Darts, brooding

Skills: Programming, backend development

Overview: Gin worked on the Wadjet System. After attacking one of his co-workers out of jealousy, he was fired once he was no longer useful. He grew spiteful and resolved to tear down anything and anyone that used the Wadjet System. He killed Tomorou and Hiyori.

[samsseptember]

Samtember 2023 Calendar, Rules, and Guidelines!

Hi, Sam Wilson Nation! It's that time of year again when we all get together to celebrate our beloved Sam Wilson's birth month. That's right, it's ✰samtember2023✰ !!! 🎉

As per usual, the event will be running from Friday, September 1st to Saturday, September 30th and there will be prompts set for each day:

Fluff/Family Week (and Two Days):

September 1 - Free Space

September 2 - First Flight | Riley  

September 3 - Delacroix | Louisana

September 4 - Siblings | Uncle Sam

September 5 - Fishing | Camping

September 6 - Day Off | Vacation

September 7 - Memories | The Future

September 8 - Figaro | Sick Day

September 9 - Carnival | King of Mardi Gras

Captain America Week:

September 10 - Cap Quartet 2.0 | Mission Fic

September 11 -  Workout | Team Training

September 12 - Shield | Legacy

September 13 - Interview | Rumor

September 14 - Magic | Multiverse

September 15 - Undercover | Amnesia 

September 16 - Night Out | Madripoor

AU Week:

September  17 - Wings | Angel

September  18 - Western AU | Cowboy  

September  19 - Celebrity AU | Royalty AU 

September  20 - Bird Telepathy | Redwing

September  21 - Zombie AU | Apocalypse AU 

September  22 - Hurt/Comfort | Disaster Fic

September  23 - Birthday 🎂🧁

Canon Week:

September  24 - In the Air Force | Time in D.C.

September  25 - Part-Time Avenger | On the Run

September  26 - Working for Fury | Wakanda

September  27 -  Post-Blip | TFATWS

September  28 - Post-TFATWS | Meanwhile, On the Boat

September  29 - Uniform | Cap Suit 

September  30 - Sam Wilson 

We have opened a collection on AO3 that can be found here, or by typing samtember2023 in the add to collections option.

You can also tag any works you post with #samtember2023 or tag this blog @samsseptember​ - works will be reblogged every day throughout the month. 

Can’t wait to see what everyone comes up with! 

What works count for this fan event?

Any of the following count:

fanfic

podfic

fanart

gifsets

photosets / moodboards

graphics

Haikus

videos / edits

playlists

Whichever way you want to celebrate Sam Wilson, it’s up to you! 

The rest of the FAQ and rules are under the cut.

FAQ

What is this?

It’s a Sam Wilson fan event.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one prompt. Fill all the prompts on for the month. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one prompt with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one prompt with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all 30 prompts at once with one piece of art or fic. If you can fill every single prompt from every single day in one fill, that’d be wild but it’s okay by the rules. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making anything for this event?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Should the work I make be Sam Wilson-centric?

Yes. You can make a gen work or a piece with any ship with Sam Wilson in it, but the main focus should be Sam Wilson.

How long will this event run?

It will run from September 1st to September 30th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each fill?

There will be! They will come out daily.

Do I have to post my fic for the prompt on the day of the prompt?

You can if you'd like, but it's okay if you post a piece on a day other than the day of the prompt.

RULES AND GUIDELINES

What are the guidelines for the event?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to tag @samsseptember in the post as well as #samtember2023.

2. Please also tag the prompt you’re using (for instance, if the square is “Redwing”, use “#redwing” as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to The Samtember Collection (under Samtember2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets or photosets, at least 3 gifs or photos.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

d) Fan video.

e) Graphics edit.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

For Podficcers:

1. The podfic should at least be 10 minutes long.

2. It should be posted on either Tumblr or AO3.

3. The podfic can be of a fic made for the event, a fic not made for the event while still adhering to the prompt, or a notfic.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” and “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Samtember 2023 works!

[senoleaf]

Inktober 2017 - Day 3

Xerxes Break (Pandora Hearts)

[wetookeachothershand]

Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x GN!Reader

Genre: Angst, Mystery

Warning: Mentions of abuse, cheating, murder, sex, swearing, violence, may be disturbing to some audiences-read at your own risk.

W/C: 1K+

Summary: Your husband, Mikey, had been missing for six months and suddenly returns. You keep a journal writing your thoughts.

Additional: This is my first time writing a journal entry type of writing, and it was a lot of fun. This is also heavily inspired by this reddit post: ♡. I would recommend reading the post after reading this so as to not spoil anything for yourself. Also each journal entry date is actually some Toyko Revenger's characters' birthdays.

Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months Ending 2.1 | Journal Entry: My Husband Has Been Missing For Six Months Ending 2.2

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Journal entry: August 1st, 2018

My husband has been missing for six months now. Mikey went to the Bonten hideout for an emergency meeting, but he never came back. He was completely missing, in fact the security and even executives said that he didn't even go to the hideout.

I cried for days, nights, weeks, months. I cried for so, so long. I admit that Mikey might not have been the best husband, but I still loved him very much. I wake up every morning hoping that maybe there'll be news about him.

Journal entry: August 20th, 2018

He's back. Mikey, he's really back!  He came back on his birthday too. Is this some kind of miracle?

I was tending to my petunia garden, when I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and my garden shovel fell out of my hand. There Mikey stood; the same white hair, eye bags, clothes, empty eyes-everything the same. Except for his smile. Mikey rarely smiled, the last time I can remember him smiling was at our wedding. Even then though, it was a small smile. This smile, however, was a big smile. The same smile he used to have back in middle school. Back then.

When I had asked him what happened to him, he said he didn't know and couldn't remember anything. Not. One. Single. Thing. Still though, I happily brought him into my arms and welcomed him home.

Journal entry: August 30th, 2018

Everyone is so happy that Mikey is back. All the Bonten executives were confused, but came to accept that their boss is back and that they're not running around like headless chickens. I know that everyone almost can't believe it, but that's the thing: I don't believe it.

I understand that I sound insane, and that I can't turn to anyone but you-my dear, treasured journal. If I were to try and talk to any of the executives they'd think I'm crazy, but they're the crazy ones! They're criminals! They murder people! They're insane! Not me, I'm not insane!

I'm not insane.

Journal entry: September 16th, 2018

I'm not one for horror movies, or supernatural and paranormal things. This situation though, it makes my skin crawl. Mikey's been acting off lately. Usually he wakes up early to leave for Bonten, not bothering to wake me up or anything. Lately however, he's been staying home in the mornings. Sometimes he'd stay in bed and I'd wake up to our limbs intertwined together. Sometimes he'd even make breakfast, but the thing is that Mikey doesn't know how to cook. Suddenly he's cooking gourmet meals for breakfast.

I know it could be that he just learned, but someone doesn't suddenly become an amazing cook out of nowhere. Above that, Mikey always said that eating breakfast is a waste of time. He always liked to leave for Bonten early in the morning because he said I snored too loud, and he hated the ear bleeding noise I created in my sleep.

So why is it now that Mikey is acting like this? I don't know, but I don't think the man I sleep next to every night is my husband.

Journal entry: October 15th, 2018

I came home from the grocery store today, making sure to dress appropriately so as to not receive another bruise from Mikey like the ones he used to give me before he went missing. Bruises for dressing "inappropriately", not cooking food "correctly", there being even a single wrinkle on his clothing, not having dorayaki stocked in the cupboards. Dorayaki.

That's right I went to the grocery store to get dorayaki for Mikey, but weirdly he seemed unbothered by the fact I got dorayaki. He simply treated it like any other food, and helped me put away the groceries.

Journal entry: October 18th, 2018

I couldn't sleep well last night. Not after I woke up in the middle of the night. It was 3am and I could feel a presence looking at me, even while I was sleeping. I opened my eyes to see Mikey's face inches away from mine, staring at me with...lifeless eyes. I forced out a laugh and asked him what he was doing just to not get a response.

It stayed like that for what felt like an eternity before Mikey blinked and flashed me a smile. He said "Oh nothing, I just can't believe this is real sometimes" before cuddling my body and falling asleep. I was not able to fall asleep again, fear washing over my body as I was held by someone I didn't know.

Journal entry: November 3rd, 2018

All the Bonten executives' schedules had cleared up, and so had Mikey's so they had decided to all go to a club as a late celebration for Mikey's return. Mikey had invited me which confused me, he never wanted me to go to a club with him after an argument we had before he went missing. It was an argument about how he had fucked this woman in one of the vip rooms. Her name was Sayaka. Kakucho was the one who took a photo and sent it to me. I remember that the next time I saw Kakucho after that he had a black eye and wouldn't even look me in the eyes.

Mikey said that if I couldn't trust him alone at a club, then I wouldn't trust him if I was with him in a club and that he doesn't want me to go to a club with him after that. It didn't make sense, it still doesn't. Still though, I listened to my loving husband.

So why is it now that he invited me? I don't know, but I went. We stayed together the whole night, his arm wrapped around my waist. All of the executives were there, Kakucho's black eye gone but he still wouldn't look me in the eye.

Sayaka came over to our vip table, wanting to give Mikey a lap dance but he declined. That seemed to shock everyone except for Mikey himself. Sayaka left and I let out a laugh, calling her a home-wrecking bitch after she left.

I knew I screwed up. I knew I shouldn't have said that. I was prepared for Mikey to lash out at me, but he didn't. He agreed with me, saying he couldn't understand why she'd try giving him a lap dance when she knows he's married.

Married to the person he loves the most, and would never want to hurt.

Journal entry: November 25th, 2018

I'm terrified. I'm so fucking scared, I feel like I'm going insane. That thing isn't Mikey. I know it could be that he just had a freak accident that caused some kind of brain trauma that caused him to forget things, and maybe even have a personality change. Still though, earlier is how I knew that the thing pretending to be my husband isn't actually Mikey.

We had sex and I noticed something that petrified me when he took his shirt off. I hadn't seen Mikey shirtless since he came back, and what I had seen terrified me. Or rather what I hadn't seen.

There was no scar over his heart. No stab wound where I had stabbed him to death.

I'm so damn close to digging up my petunia garden to make sure his stupid dead body is still there. I don't know what this thing is, but it's not Mikey. It's not the Sano Manjiro that I married.

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[justiceamberheard]

Johnny Depp’s testimony, part 3, with my comments.

Before we start, I shoud point out why he sued Amber Heard. It was because of the Oped in Washington Post,  which was written and published in December 2018 by Amber Heard where  she talked about domestic and sexual violence. She never named him in an article.

Johnny Depp questioned by his team(honestly he is so slow, thank god there’s a speed button). 

Depp denies any abuse during the tattoo incident. 

His lawyer asked him what movie he was shooting in 2014 May, he didn’t remember it, but his lawyer reminded him, lmao.

During Boston, he says he only drank once or twice. He was very calm and was drawing in his notebook. And Amber was trying to instigate a fight. But according to his friend, Mr Wyatt, Amber was sad and didn’t say anything, only screamed at Mr Wyatt.  And here’s the transcript where Depp admitts using cocaine, powders and bottle of champagne.

Bahamas detox in 2014.  "I'm going to need the meds now." And she looked at the clock and she said, "It's not time."  He claimed Amber was withholding medicine. But Amber was doing what she was instructed to do by Lloyd.

Depp portrays himself as the man who fought his drug addiction(time stamps around 2 hours).

Depp stated Amber didn’t want to sign the pre nup.

According to Depp Amber was manic in Australia.

Johnny Depp now tells the story of what he says is Amber Heard picking up a vodka bottle, throwing it at him and it taking the tip of his finger off.

Only now they submitted the pictures into evidence.

Oh and Depp remembered about how Amber stubbed her cigarette out his my face with the help of the lawyer.

He tried to say that doctor told him that it’s the injury of velocity, but we saw that the doctor wrote ‘‘crushing mechanism’‘.

Staircase incident. Another picture that was submitted into evidence.

Four clips of audios were played.

Depp tells how Amber hit him with the door, but no dates were mentioned.(i believe it was around september 2015, but i’m not sure, even depp can’t remember it).

December 2015. Depp’s team submitted pictures of Depp with bruised and scratched(me personally I don’t see anything).

Depp is reenacting how he was abused in December 2015(timestamps 2:22:02).

He now claims that he didn’t headbutt her. But he grabbed her from behind and somehow FROM BEHIND he hit her in the forehead.

Depp claims that Amber threw a tissue with her blood from nose, but turned out that it was nail polish. No evidence was presented during that.

Depp claimed that Amber threw a can at his forehead on the island in December 2015. They were in the island on December 30th in 2015. Here’s the picture of him just three days later.  He had no injuries on his face.

April 2016, Amber’s birthday. No abuse happened. I grabbed her by the shoulders, I sat her down on the bed. I said, "I'm leaving. Please don't get up. Please don't try to stop me."

the freaking shit on the bed. I’ll skip it.

Depp testifies he told Heard he would not cite irreconcilable differences or any abuse in the relationship, when he planned to file for divorce.

They argued over the feces on the bed picture. At one point Heard was yelling, "Stop hitting me!", but  Johnny Depp says he was 20 ft away from her.

He denied any abuse allegations.

What have you lost due to Miss Heard making these allegations against you? Johnny Depp: Nothing less than everything.  Look how much did he earn after 2016.

phew, that’s it for today. tomorrow I’ll try to compile what we found out from AH team crossing Johnny Depp.