#just a couple more and I’ll have ALL the CDs

[homiesexuallaj]

No, dude, cause I love scooby doo. So like when the reader, who i’ll be referring to as “you”, sees Bucky watching Scooby Doo one morning your eyes are instantly on the little tv.

You used to watch Scooby Doo all the time when you were little, and your love for it stuck all throughout your life up until now. Even at your big adult age, you still love scooby doo. Hell, your wallet shows that (it’s a scooby doo themed wallet).

From the little hallway down into the singular bedroom of the little rv, you can see the little tv from the entryway of the hallway. You stand there, having just woken up, and are absolutely bewildered to see your favorite cartoon on tv. You don’t even realize Bucky’s turned around to look at you with a confused look.

“You okay?” Bucky asks, tilting his head your way. His voice is a little rough with the lack of use.

“Scooby Doo,” Is all you offer for the moment before blinking rapidly as you switch your gaze from the tv to Bucky. “Yeah.. You’re watching Scooby Doo.”

“Do you… do you like Scooby Doo?” Bucky asks, looking you over.

“Yeah,” You nod, glancing at the tv again. “I used to watch it all the time as a kid.”

Bucky nods, still watching you.

“I’ll get us some breakfast,” Is all you say next, wandering over to the modest kitchen of the rv.

Bucky turns around when you do.

You pour you and Bucky two bowls of cereal and milk, still watching tv while you do. It’s almost like the bright colors and familiar characters have you in a trance. And with your eyes on the screen, you join Bucky on the little couch and hand him one of the bowls of cereal.

Bucky’s never seen you so concentrated and relaxed. I mean, he’s seen you concentrated before, but usually with furrowed brows and sharp eyes when you both go out on supply runs together. But now, your face is relaxed and eyes almost unblinking as you watch Scooby Doo and eat your bowl of cereal. It’s endearing to Bucky. He’s never seen you so relaxed, even in your pjs with your sleep-mused hair.

This become routine every early morning for you two, watching old cartoons from your childhood and eating whatever there is for breakfast. It’s comforting and lets you and Bucky learn to relax quietly around each other.

And when you introduce Bucky to music, you’ve already made a playlist of the most popular 21st century songs. You play the songs for him, the sound coming from the new phone that Steve got you purely for this little mission of yours.

Bucky’s confused, you can see that. He’s almost disgusted with the way music has changed from the 1940s. He only stares at your phone and then you when the sound stops. He’s unimpressed.

The next time you try again, you gather some familiar artists, like Frank Sinatra, and more modern ones like Amy Winehouse and JSchaltt. Yes, the youtuber. But he did cover that one Frank Sinatra song and did make that Christmas album. You figured Bucky would appreciate some songs that would be similar to the ‘40s and you try your best.

Bucky appreciates your efforts, and enjoys this music a lot more than the pop stuff you showed him at first. He keeps the cd you burned for him and plays the songs when the rv is just a bit too quiet for himself.

Of course, Bucky learned to nap in random places. You think he likes to. And you think he likes to scare you even more.

Bucky seems to love to nap in places that you wouldn’t normally find him in. Places that either you’ll have to search for him for or places that when you turn around he scares you half to death because you swore up and down he wasn’t there a minute ago.

You’ll find him on the couch, sat up at the meager two-person dining room table leaned up against the window, leaned up against the stairs outside of the rv, sometimes on top of the rv, in a shadowed corner, on the floor somewhere (so watch where you step), and even in your bed one time. You didn’t wake him from that last one. It’s not often you find Bucky napping somewhere that’s actually comfy.

There have been a couple times where you’ve tripped over Bucky in the dark and was met with a tired grumble.

“What are you doing there?” You’d ask him, squinting down at him in the dark.

“Sleeping. What’s it look like?” Bucky would grumble back.

“In the middle of the hallway?” You’d press. “In the way of the bathroom?”

“…Yes.”

You’d roll your eyes and continue on the way to the bathroom.

When you come back out, Bucky isn’t laid in the middle of the hallway anymore. So, you trudge back onto your room only to trip on something that wasn’t there before laid in the shadow of your bed.

“God dammit Bucky-” You grumble, sitting up on your hands from having just face planted in your bed.

“You need some glasses,” Bucky mumbled from the shadow of the edge of your bed.

“You need to sleep in normal places like a normal person,” You shoot back, settling down in your bed.

Bucky only hums in response.

When you wake the next morning, Bucky is up and at ‘em before you. Like always..

Civil war! Bucky barnes headcanons~

The reader has been tasked with the mission to take care of a misunderstood, confused and wanted Bucky barnes.

• Steve asked you to hide him somehwere while they were all on the run so now your stuck baby sitting Bucky. But it’s not all that bad

•He’s quiet when you two first set off on your journey, but he stares alot.

Reader: “do you want something?”

Bucky: *blank stare before he shakes his head and continues to stare*

Reader: “ookayyy…”

•When you two arrive at a mobile that Natasha managed to find for you he INSISTS to sleep on the ground and won’t have it any other way.

•Never takes off his dog tags and sleeps really close to his cap and all his belongings

•You’ll gain a bit of trust over the couple days but after a few weeks you’ll wake up one morning and he’s gone. At first your like shit he’s don’t a runner on me but when you walk out side he’ll just be there with cans of food and a CD in his hand

Bucky: I bought supplies. And I thought we could put this in the- the uh- the thing.

Reader: The CD player ?

Bucky: yeah that.

•Always finishes every single part of his meal no matter what it is. My boy was raised good.

•back to the whole staring thing but he HATES small talk with a passion. Hell have non of that ‘how are you’ or ‘the weathers nice today’ it’s either a full conversation or just blank stares.

• when you two finally got the stations to work on the busted TV in the mobile you always caught him watching kids cartoons like looney toons, scooby doo mystery inc and others. He finds them entertaining like a child since he didn’t have them when he was a kid.

• He doesn’t know how to cook. Nu-uh not at all

• he has a guilt-fueled morning routine. He wakes up and immediately checks his hands and surroundings to make sure there’s no blood or weapons he might have accidentally drawn or used when he was asleep. Every morning he peeks into your bed just for a moment to make sure he didn’t go winter soilder and kill you. You’ve caught him peeking once or twice.

• when he gets more talkative he will tell you things he found out from newspapers that are outdated by like decades.

Bucky: “hey uh did you hear that that music group called the Beatles split up? It says it here on the papers”

Reader: “I-…no, no Bucky I didn’t know that”

• you tried introducing him to music from the 21st century like lady gaga, 1D, Britney, and others but he kinda just sat there confused until you turned it off

• From his years as the winter soilder he’s learned to nap ANYWHERE. You could find this man in the backyard, on top of the mobile you name it.

Bucky in wakanda headcanons next !

[theworstcreature]

GUYS I JUST GOT AJR CDS HOLY SHIT I CAN FINALLY CONTINUE MY AJR WALL ‼️‼️‼️

I got OKO, Neotheater, and Click Deluxe !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[deus-ex-mona]

l e t m e i n ! ! !

[outerbankies]

hi bestie. i still often think about your cowboy rafe you mentioned agessss ago 🥲

yeehaw.docx

in your love - rafe cameron

synopsis: an early morning on the ranch in cowboy!rafe’s back house, after you both finally acted on your feelings the night before

The sun hasn’t even crested the mountains when his early morning movements about the back house wake you. A squeaky door hinge into the bathroom, the run of the shower, a few taps on the sink from his toothbrush.

Rafe smells of aftershave and a laundry detergent-fresh shirt when you do finally stir, squinting at the red numbers on the digital clock beside his bed. You push yourself up slightly as he comes to sit at your feet, only one boot on.

“S’everything okay?” you ask.

“Can’t find my damn — ah, there it is,” he says, pulling the other out from under his bed, where it’d been lost under where you were sleeping. “Mornin’.”

You realize a beat late he’s leaning in, embarrassed by your half-asleep state. He doesn’t seem to mind, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, tucking a tendril behind your ear as he pulls away.

You spot a blush on his cheeks as he does, his hand falling from your face with a thumb-brush to your bottom lip. “Sorry for the early wake-up call. Thought you might want a ride back to the main house.”

You’re still bleary from sleep, head spinning slightly from his kiss and how it stirred up last night’s memories, a couple of bourbon gingers and his hand on your thigh. Childers — from a goddamn CD — playing in his truck on the drive from the bunkhouse, his lips everywhere as soon as the front door shut behind you.

“This is your normal wake-up time?” you marvel, still in so many ways ignorant to his life.

Rafe must find it endearing, chuckling. “Truthfully, been up about an hour or so. Coffee’s on in the kitchen if you want it.”

You nod, pushing yourself up straighter, stretching your arms over your head. “Yeah, yeah. Just gimme a sec and I’ll get up. When do you need to head out?”

“Should be soon. But I’m sure Kelce and the rest of them are sleepin’ in a bit this morning,” he says with a wry smile.

You shake your head, picturing the Kelce you saw with an empty 30 rack of Coors on his head last night at the bunkhouse up at this ungodly hour.

You’d only had two drinks at the bar in town, and barely polished off half of your nightcap at the bunkhouse before Rafe had whispered in your ear about leaving the rest of the hands to it.

You’d watched as Rafe barely drink all night, wondering if he’d been intentional about it as you had.

The blue work shirt — clean, pulled fresh from a drawer last night — you wore to bed falls off your shoulder just then, Rafe eyeing it with a smile as he pulls it back up.

“You’re killin’ me,” he practically whispers, pecking your cheek.

You’re emboldened by the effect you must be having on him, by the fact that he had been limiting his drinking last night for one goal in mind, by the way he should’ve left already and he’s still here being sweet to you.

You kiss him again against your better judgement, knowing it’ll make the ride back to the house that much more tense. But you can’t help it.

“You really have to go?” you question, your hand brushing against the shaven-smooth skin of his jaw.

“Cattle won’t push themselves.”

“When’ll I see you?”

“Dinner tonight?”

You shake your head. “Going into town with daddy.”

“Where?”

You just shrug. “Some hotel restaurant I think? It’s a business dinner. Lucky me.”

He nods. “I’ll bet it’s The Smythe. Nice place. They can make you that fancy drink you tried to order at the bar last night.”

Rafe presses a kiss to your cheek, no doubt feeling the heat on them. “A dirty martini is hardly a fancy drink.”

But his laugh reverberates in your chest when he tucks his face there, so you don’t necessarily mind the teasing, your hand moving to the back of his head, fingers threading through the still-damp strands at the back of his neck.

For a brief, terrifying moment, you realize you want him to stay there forever.

“If you say so,” he says.

You stay like that, stroking the back of his head for a moment. Pressing a kiss to the side of his head, you say, “I should really get up. So you can go.”

“Stay,” he says suddenly. “Have your coffee, or go back to bed. Just stay, and I’ll be back in a few hours.”

He pulls back to look you in the eyes, and any inquiry you had into whether he meant it dies on your lips.

“A few hours?”

“Before you’re even up again,” he promises, pressing a kiss that feels final to your lips before he stands.

You sink down into his covers before you can decide if it’s a good idea, watching as he pulls his jacket off the coat rack in the corner, your own from last night hanging right beside it.

Had you not been still half-asleep, the smile he throws you after putting his hat on before passing through his bedroom door would’ve been grounds to beg him back into bed.

“Back soon!” Rafe calls, the front door slamming shut.

[temiizpalace]

Hiii! I'm new here but I really love ur works so far! Anyways, I wanted to request Idia with Ortho supporting him and Azul for the 1. MOVIE DATE prompt from the event. Feel free to turn down my request, have a nice day/night!💫

☆┊MOVIE DATE! FOR ALL 3 OF US..(💀+ 🤖 vs. 🐙)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH ASKED YOU OUT ON A MOVIE DATE AT THE SAME TIME! HOW WILL THEY WIN YOU OVER IF HE IS HERE TOO?

CHARACTERS: idia shroud vs. azul ashengrotto (ft. ortho)

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, platonic ortho (rooting for idia)

NOTES: azul has NOT been winning the prefects heart lately. thank you for your request and welcome!!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

you were ortho’s best friend.

that’s what idia thought for the most part. not that it bothers him much, please continue to be. he has never seen his little brother happier, the excitement in his voice melting his heart. two of his favorite people getting along well, this must be what heaven felt like. wish he could get there too.

“we have tons of CDs and old movies back at our dorm too!” ortho smiles, chatting away with you at a desk. “really? what kind of movies?” you ask, smiling and listening intently as he lists the movies one by one. you could barely keep track of them all! idia felt a small smile tug at his lips, admiring the view before inventively snapping back out of it.

“idia, i still believe it is your turn.” azul clears his throat, pointing to the board game on the table. “o-oh yeah, right.” he stammers, drawing a card and performing the said action. it could just be him, but idia could swear azul looks much more smiley than usual today. creepy.. he’s not even winning.

“fufu.. perfect.” he mutters, moving his piece on the board. oh yeah, definitely creepy. “uhm, azul.. you’re literally losing right now.. not something to be proud of, yknow.” idia states bluntly, taking his turn. “i am well aware, but thank you for your kind words, idia.” azul responds sarcastically.

it was a little back and forth, but eventually idia won the game. board game club ended a little earlier than they both had anticipated. “done already?” you ask, hopping off of the desk. “i don’t think azul was really trying, but a win is a win.” idia shrugs, a smug smile on his face. “yes, yes, congratulations idia. i must say i am impressed.” azul cuts in, standing between the both of you.

“prefect! just the person i was looking for,” he smiles charmingly, much to idia’s small annoyance. “mostro lounge is planning a movie night before winter break, and i was wondering if you’d like to test watch our projector?” azul proposes, leaving you confused. “huh? can you repeat that?” you ask, tilting your head.

“would you like to watch a movie in the mostro lounge this evening? we need to test our projector, and you are perfectly suited for this job!” he beams, making you skeptical. “what’s the price?” anyone and everyone knows better than to take an octavinelle students words at face value. there’s always a string attached, but you need to find out what. “the price is you get to watch a movie in the mostro lounge nor free of charge, and in return i receive the feedback you provide.”

“really?!” you and idia shout in unison, startling azul for a moment as you raised your voices. “of course, i’ll be there alongside you! it’ll be just the two of us.” he grins, holding his hand out for a handshake. “damn.. free movies is hard to pass up.” you mumble, thinking about it for a moment. this seems sketchy.. but after a stressful day.. maybe.

in the nearby corner, ortho could see the look in his brothers eyes. jealousy. taking a quick scan of the room, his brothers heart rate was at an all time high! it doesn’t even beat that much during PE! even scanning azul’s heart rate, it was just like idia’s. so that’s how it is.. if idia liked you.. then..

you’d be his older sibling-in law? that sounds AMAZING! but wait. if azul is asking you out to a movie right now, that could monopolize the chances of you being his cool in law! we can’t have that! time for cupid to intervene. ortho. ortho is cupid.

“sounds pretty fun..” you mumbled as you assessed your options. “i got movies too yknow.” idia pouts, muttering phrases under his breath. “im sorry, what was that, idia?” azul asks, raising his brow. “he said we should tag along, too!” ortho interjects, startling azul. “i beg your pardon?”

“that’s actually a great idea!” you smile at the now energetic ortho, not noticing a grumbling octopus next to you. “i apologize, but this deal is for the prefect only..” azul sighs, trying to keep the act. “that’s fine. we can pay to get in. plus, ignihyde dorm is known for its tech expertise!” ortho chimes, seeming innocent when underneath this all he’s just trying to score his brother a date. sorta.

“those are excellent points.. and there’s money involved..?” azul grumbles, gritting his teeth. “ortho, what are you doing?!” idia panics, feeling anxiousness bubble up in his stomach. “didn’t you wanna watch movies with [MC]? im helping! and besides, i wanna spend time with them too.” ortho giggles, giving you a hug.

“aww.. ortho! azul, please let them come along!” you plead, patting ortho’s head while looking at azul sadly. how he hates the way you look at him. putting him in a position where he must accept how could you. “hmmph.. if they’re willing to pay the toll, then perhaps..” he gives in, crossing his arms with a pout. “yay! you hear that idia! we’re watching movies together!” you point, putting him on the spot.

“c-cool, i guess.. hopefully it’s not some trash movie..” idia throws you a thumbs up, standing near the desk awkwardly as you and ortho celebrated. azul felt disappointed. another plan of his foiled, job well done. he can’t resist you! it’s killing him! he even selected a scary movie for this occasion! you have to be joking!

it was all perfect too.. with you visiting the board game club and all. he should’ve waited for idia and ortho to leave but he got excited. curses! they even offered money just to go! “i’ll see you later this evening, prefect! idia, ortho, you too. please hand the necessary payment at the door.” he smiles, walking out the door swiftly.

“hey azul, why are ya looking so pissed today?” floyd asks, watching as the housewarden laid on the couch extremely still. “his date plans have been foiled. truly tragic.” jade answered, not sounding empathetic in the least. “shrimpy is hot on the market, yknow. nice try but ya gotta do better than that, chief.” floyd states bluntly, poking azul’s sides. “enough! both of you out, now!” he suddenly rises, pointing to the door of the VIP lounge.

“we’ll get the lounge set up for you then. floyd, let’s leave azul to his tantrum for now.” jade chuckles, walking by towards the exit. “i am NOT having a tantrum.” he groans, seeing as the twins cackled before they left. such lovely right hand men. how supportive of them. this is bad. diving deeper into it, what if you liked idia back? dated him? married him? start a family?!

the panic is overwhelming! he has to win your heart by tonight or he can kiss his happy ending goodbye. you’re already close to ortho, which is already a lose on his part. he is playing matchmaker, which means his current enemy isn’t idia.. it’s ortho. that damn robot! very well, two can play at that game. with this horror movie, you’ll be crawling up to him and screaming with fear. he’ll watch ortho and idia stare with a bitter glare as you cozy up to him. (delusional)

he’s going to win your heart, no matter what. whether you’re a machine, human, beastmen, whatever, nothing is going to stand in his way.

he actually cried during the movie and nestled up to you but shhhhh. (idia and ortho were smugly glaring, but also lowkey annoyed).

A/N: im going through writers block NOOOO

date published: 9/9/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[violettwrites]

fourth of july — tp!daryl

summary: tp!daryl and reader celebrate fourth of july at the trailer park.

a/n: hi guys !! pls bare with me bcos i am not american and have never experienced a fourth of july— so i’m just basing this on what i’ve seen on social media and film LMAO

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warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol

word count: 1,550

resources: divide by @adornedwithlight

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the fourth of july at the trailer park has always been a rowdy affair for as long as you could remember. a huge bonfire would blaze in the field next to the park, kids ran wild with sparklers, and an absurd number of fireworks lit up the sky— sometimes you wondered if it was even legal. add in as much cheap beer as people could drink, and it was clear the holiday was a big deal.

you found yourself standing in the cramped kitchenette with daryl and merle, leaning against the counter as you watched the two brothers debate over what cds to play for the night.

“merle, i swear to fuckin’ god— if you ask for pantera one more time, ‘m gonna cut yer dick off,” daryl grumbled, his hands splayed on the small table, blue eyes narrowed at his older brother.

“what the fuck’s wrong with pantera!?” merle protested, looking genuinely offended.

“it’s all you listen to,” you chimed in, crossing your arms over your chest as you stepped forward to examine the pile of cds scattered across the table. you sifted through them, trying to make sense of the chaotic selection.

“there’s nothin’ wrong with listenin’ to one of the greatest bands of all time,” merle scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. you shot him a pointer glare and started organising the music into piles.

“what are ya doin’?” he asked, while daryl just stood there watching you.

“i’m deciding for you two, since you clearly can’t do it yourselves,” you replied with an exasperated huff. after a minute of sorting, you straightened up. “there. you both get a bit of what you like, but i can’t promise other people won’t complain— there’s gonna be kids, you know?”

you looked up at the brothers, raising an eyebrow. they both shrugged in unison, as if they hadn’t considered it at all. letting out a sigh, you shook your head. you had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

— — —

as the sun dipped lower into the sky, casting a fiery orange glow across the trailer park, the smell of barbecue and bonfire smoke filled the air. laughter and the occasional pop of firecrackers echoed through the grounds as more neighbours showed up, ready for the fourth of july festivities. the giant bonfire had already been lit, kids were chasing each other around with their sparklers, their excited shreks cutting through the air.

back inside the trailer, the tension between you, daryl, and merle simmered down as the playlist issue was officially resolved. daryl seemed a little more relaxed now, his gruff demeanour softening just a bit when he glanced your way.

“thanks for sortin’ that mess out,” daryl muttered low enough so merle didn’t hear. he cracked open a beer before handing you one, his fingers brushing against your own.

merle, never one to stay still for too long, grabbed a couple of the cds you’d organised. “guess i’ll take these out,” he grumbled, clearly still not thrilled with the lack of pantera, but made his way outside anyway. “y’all can figure out the rest, i’m gonna make sure people are celebratin’ properly.”

daryl gave a nod of his head toward his brothers retreating figure, causing you to let out a breath you didn’t even realise you were holding. “properly, huh? i don’t even think i wanna know what he’s up to.”

daryl shook his head, the corner of his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. “means he’s gonna get drunker than hell and try to light more fireworks than the kids.”

you chuckled softly, rolling your eyes as you leaned against the counter, beer in hand, watching as daryl settled into the chair across the small kitchenette, his usual brooding expression easing. the sounds of the party outside filtered in, but in here, it was just the two of you, the tension of the chaotic party slowly bleeding away in the quiet moments.

“y’know,” you said after a beat, swirling the beer in your hand. “for all the crazy shit that happens every fourth of july, i kinda like it.”

daryl’s eyes met yours, something soft and unreadable flickering in them for a moment. “yeah, ain’t so bad. ‘specially with you ‘ere.”

your heart gave a small flutter at his words, and before you could respond, there was a loud bang outside, followed by a chorus of whoops and hollers. you both shared a glance— merle was definitely up to something already.

“wanna see what kinda trouble your brother’s gotten into already?” you ask with a grin, pushing off the counter and heading towards the door.

daryl rolled his eyes but stood up. “better make sure he ain’t blown off a hand yet.”

the sun had fully set by the time you and daryl stepped outside to join in on the festivities, a chorus of laughter and fireworks filling the air. merle, true to his word, was already in the thick of it— his rowdy voice carrying over the crowd as he set off firecrackers dangerously close to a group of onlookers.

“jesus,” you muttered under your breath, watching as a few sparks nearly hit someone. daryl shook his head beside you, but you noticed the slightest hint of a smirk pulling at his lips.

“he’s gonna blow ‘imself up one day,” daryl grumbled, though it was clear he wasn’t too concerned. you chuckled, judging him lightly with your elbow.

“maybe one of these years he’ll learn to take it easy.”

“doubt it,” daryl replied, taking a sip from his beer before glancing at you. “you wanna sit down or somethin’? could use a break from all this shit.”

you nodded, grateful for the idea. the two of you wove through the crowd towards the bonfire, it’s flames flickering wildly in the night. a few lawn chairs had been set up in a circle, mostly occupied by people chatting or shouting at each other over the sound of music and fireworks.

daryl dragged over an empty chair and motioned for you to take it. “‘ere.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re not sitting?”

“i will,” he said, grabbing another chair from a nearby stack and setting it next to your chair. he plopped down on it, looking as casual as ever with his forearms resting on his knees.

as you both settled in, the chaotic energy of the trailer park seemed to face, replaced by the crackling of the fire and the occasional whistle of fireworks overhead. for a while, the two of you just sat there, enjoying the warmth of the flames and the cool night air. there was something peaceful about it— being close to daryl in the middle of all the noise.

after a while, he leaned over slightly, his voice low. “ya know, i ain’t much for crowds. but this—“ he gestured vaguely to the people around, “ain’t so bad with you.”

you smiled, his quiet compliment sending a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the bonfire. “same here,” you said softly, free hand to reach for his so you could intertwine your fingers with his.

the two of you watched the fire, and for a moment, everything else seemed to melt away. you could help but steal a glance at him— his sharp features softened in the firelight, his usual rough edges not so intimidating now. he noticed you looking, meeting your gaze with a raised brow.

“somethin’ on my face?”

you laughed softly, shaking your head. “just thinkin’. can’t believe you get stuck dealing with merle on nights like this.”

“someone’s gotta keep him from burnin’ the whole damn place down,” daryl chuckled lightly, looking at you.

“guess that makes you the responsible one, huh?” you teased, taking a sip of your beer.

daryl smirked, tilting his head slightly. “don’ know ‘bout that.”

you were about to respond when another loud crack erupted in the distance, followed by a round of cheers. merle was lighting off more fireworks— ones that shot high into the air and exposed in brilliant colours. the sky filled with bursts of red, blue, and gold, reflecting off the faces of everyone watching.

as the night went on, laughter and music filled the air once again, and you realized this moment—this feeling—was exactly what you loved about these gatherings. with daryl by your side, it felt like home, even amidst the chaos of the celebrations.

the two of you settled into your seats, fingers still intertwined, as the night unfolded around you. you exchanged glances, each one filled with unspoken understanding and warmth. fireworks continued to light up the sky, their vibrant colors reflected in the excitement of the crowd.

“you think merle’s got any more tricks up his sleeve?” you asked, a playful grin spreading across your face.

daryl chuckled softly, shaking his head. “if he does, we’ll be in for quite a show.”

you leaned back in your chair, the warmth of the bonfire wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. the sounds of laughter and celebration filled your senses, and for a moment, everything felt perfect. you couldn’t wait to see what other memories the night would bring, knowing that whatever happened, you were right where you wanted to be—with daryl, enjoying the wildness of the fourth of july together.

[lovings4turn]

☆ these are the days . . . (j.m.)

— a couple of days in the life with your boyfriend

+ title taken from 'these are the days' by inhaler.

+ just fluff. dividers from cafekitsune! and always, likes and reblogs are much appreciated

it's another friday night. though in any other city such an occasion calls for a big, crazy night out, stars hollow is not really that kind of town.

jess hangs his head from the edge of your bed, surveying the cds you're leafing through from his upside down position as you sit on the floor next to him. your cd collection in no way rivals that of lane - in fact, you don't think anyone's could - but you still pride yourself on just how extensive it is.

"that one," he hums, straining a little to nod his head in an appreciative gesture towards the 'elastica' album that currently sits in your hands.

wordlessly, you hold it out to him and admire the way his deep brown eyes narrow as he attempts to bring the upside-down cover into focus. anyone else would be surprised at the gentle way in which jess plucks it from your fingers, but jess is nothing but soft in all matters pertaining to you.

in all honesty, the thought that seemingly everyone in stars hollow apart from you see jess as some cold, harsh ‘teenage dirtbag’ is, quite frankly, hilarious. so much so, that you can't stop a small laugh from escaping your lips, a sound that jess instantly picks up on.

he turns away from the cd to look at you once more, treacle brown eyes obscured by the way he squints and furrows his brow in a silent question.

"something funny?" he questions, though there's fondness laced in every word.

"nothing, nothing," you placate, but jess knows you far too well for this schtick.

"yeah, right." his tone is sarcastic, but the crooked smile he shoots you reveals he's more amused than anything. “cracks in your floorboard tell you a joke or something?”

you knock his shoulder with your own, a gentle reprimand that you don’t even mean.

“just thinking,” you admit. “like, ‘s funny that everyone sees you as some sort of devil incarnate, yet here you are, staying in on a friday night to ransack my cd collection.”

“it’s not ransacking if you enabled it,” jess refutes, raising a thick eyebrow teasingly. “but if we’re talking theft, i believe you still have at least three of my books laying around here.”

an indignant laugh escapes your lips as you sit up straighter, but before you can protest, jess is pointing to various corners of your room.

“i spotted franny and zooey when i came in, y’have high fidelity resting on your desk, and i swear please kill me is still sitting in your bag.”

“touché,” you concede, knowing that jess was absolutely correct in his accusations. “i’ll make it up to you.”

jess perks up at this, turning to face you better. he’s still upside down, and you’re surprised he isn’t dizzy from all of the blood rushing to his head in this position, but you aren’t complaining.

you’ve studied jess countless times when he’s standing the right way up; here was an opportunity to admire him in a totally different perspective.

“yeah?” he asks.

his grin tugs the corner of his mouth up into a smile, as though it’s attached to a string with you, the puppeteer of his joy.

a hand comes to trace your cheek. it’s warm, loving. all you can do is nod before your lips meet his own. it’s a tad awkward, jess still hanging from your bed, but he manoeuvres his neck to ensure your kisses become seamless.

as your tongue slips between his parted lips, jess decides that the discomfort his neck will feel tomorrow will be more than worth it.

saturdays are reserved for the infamous diner rushes.

without you there, you’re sure that luke and jess would have killed each other ten times over today alone.

your vantage point at the register allows for you to remind jess to refill people’s coffees or take a table’s order. instead of stalling, like he does when it’s just him and luke, he goes without hesitation, wanting to be back to you as quick as possible.

luke learned not to comment on it. the first time he’d bore witness to jess refilling kirk’s coffee the moment you’d asked him to, he’d made some witty remark about jess being wrapped around your finger.

jess had stubbornly refused to refill any more coffee cups that day in protest.

currently, he’s standing at the counter with you, watching you doodle onto his order note-pad. though luke keeps shoving plates into his hands and sending him to different tables, jess is keen to see how your drawing progresses each time he returns.

he’s glad he has a decent enough memory to remember the orders he takes; he would rather scribble them onto his own hand than ask you to hand his notepad back.

it’s after he gives taylor doose his omelet that he returns to his notepad in the centre of the counter, turned around so he can see it properly.

artistically speaking, it’s no masterpiece. but to jess, it’s priceless.

there, immortalised in black ink, is a glorified stickman portrait of the two of you. jess is in what he thinks is supposed to be a metallica t-shirt, and one of your eyes is a little bigger than the other, but jess doesn’t care. all he notices is that stickman you has stickman jess’ hand clasped tightly.

the moment his shift is over, jess pins it to his wall.

ᝰ.ᐟ tags ; @faerieroyal

[diorctrl]

FAVOURITE SECRET nishimura riki x reader

𓂂 ˳ older sister’s best friend riki, fluff warnings: intentional lower case, swearing , kissing

opening your eyes, you sit up when you hear the sound of the front door of your home opening , rubbing your eyes you look at the hallway that leads to the living room that you’re currently in.

you hear the familiar voice of your older sister and lay back down on your couch , feeling less alarmed but the deep voice that follows after has you flinching.

you stay still in your position as you hear footsteps coming through the hallway, you had a feeling on who that voice was and the thought made your stomach feel all queasy.

“bro, what are you doing?” the sound of your older sister minji’s voice has you sitting up again, you look at her trying your best to not look at the extremely tall figure beside her.

“what are you doing ?” you ask back in that annoying little sister tone, “school isn’t done yet.”

the girl in her uniform rolls her eyes at you, “exactly school isn’t done, so I should be asking you that, what the heck are you doing home ?”

“mom let me stay home.” you say in a pretentious manner, it was true, you begged your mom to let you stay home because you weren’t “feeling well” and was under the weather, in reality you just put your blow dryer on your forehead for 10 minutes.

minji raised a brow at you like she caught you in a lie, “mom would never make me go to school if you’re staying home.”

you smile mockingly at her, “well maybe if you didn’t leave early this morning, mom would’ve let you stay home too.” a low laugh has you going completely still.

your eyes betrayed you and you take a quick glance at the boy beside your sister, in the quick second you take notice of the way his hair falls over his eyes, the blonde highlights making the brown pop.

you feel your stomach turn, “so why are you home ?” you asked your sister, trying your best not to take a glance at him again.

mini sat down the chair in front of you and let out a sigh,"I left early and brought riki with me." she points at the standing boy who’s eye’s has been on you this entire time.

“why’d you leave early.” you ask as you shift feeling nervous with boys eye’s on you.

minji scrunches up her face, “none your business.”

“I was just asking jeez.” you roll your eyes getting up from the space that you were sitting on, “I’m going to my room.” you begin walking to the stairs but the loud obnoxious clearing of your sister’s throat stops you.

“what ?”

“don’t you have something to say ?”

you let out a deep sigh, “hello riki.” you say hanging your head low, not daring to look at the tall boy.

“hey yn” he says and you can just hear the smirk in his voice.

you turn around quickly and make your way up the stairs, once you reach you room you close the door and slid down to your carpeted floor.

it’s fine you’re just not gonna go downstairs for the rest of the day until mom and dad comes home.

you get up from the floor and head to the stash of cd’s that you have beside your desk, you pick one and place in into the cd player on your wall. you grab your laptop and some school work.

maybe distracting yourself with school work will make you forget he’s there.

and it did.

well, for a little, you spent hours going through missing assignments and assignments that need to be done for this while drowning yourself in music.

it was the voice of your sister that took you out of your zone, “bye riki, i’ll see you tomorrow.” and then you heard the front door close.

the feeling of relief just came rushing into you, your body automatically relaxes and smile comes to your face finally.

you spend a couple more minutes trying to finish up one last assignment and then you’ll head downstairs, but a knock on your window stops you.

you got up from your bed and quietly walked over to your window and opened your curtains, your eyes go wide in shock when you see the person that you were just happy about leaving.

you admire his features for a second, his nose, the shape of his lips and the way his hair falls into his face.

“are you gonna help me in or ?”

you snap out of your daze and reluctantly open your window.

you grab one of his hands to help him climb through.

once he’s in, he lets out a big sigh and puts his hands on his hip while leaning down slightly.

you walk closer to him and roughly dragged him to your bed, you roughly throw him onto it.

“what are you doing here ?” this can’t be happening, your sister is literally down stairs.

he smiles at your slight anger mixed with nervousness, your so cute.

“what ? i can’t see my girlfriend ?” he asks a smug facial expression finds its way to his face.

you feel heat climbing up your neck at him calling you his “girlfriend”, yes you are his girlfriend, but the thought about it always makes your stomach turn, not because you don’t like him, you love him, it’s more of the fact that you guys shouldn’t even be together.

you point to your door, “my sister is downstairs.”

he rolls his eyes and grabs your hands, pulling you to stand between his legs, “I thought you said she doesn’t barge into your room ?”

you down at his bigger hand holding yours, “she doesn’t…-”

“- so what are you so worked up about, i haven’t hung out with you at all this week and you weren’t at school, and you basically ran upstairs when I got here.”

he pulls you closer, “so just relax and spend some time with me.”

you look at you door than at him, before letting out a sigh and moving away from between his legs and laying down on your bed on your back. “I guess you’re right.”

you feel a weight on your chest and you look down to see riki getting himself comfortable.

you put your hand in his hair and he lets out a pleasant hum, “I missed you.” he said quietly.

“I missed you too.”

he moves his head up and places a kiss you your jaw, then your cheek, he sits up placing a quick peck on your lips, then pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

you wrap your hands around his neck pulling his closer and he let’s put a pleased hum.

your door opens, “yn I wanna get snacks wanna com-?.”

you and riki separated form each other quickly, you hitting your head on your head board and him falling off your bed with a big thud.

“ow !” you both say as minji looks at the two of you shock.

“what the fuck ?”

[riordanness]

enchanté — [n.sheff]

wordcount: 1.2K

warnings: none

requested: no

tags: @honey-ambrosia my wife <33 (send her love or else)

a/n: idk?? i just had a random idea while watching this movie for the first time so enjoy i guess. nic is defo ooc, doesn’t do drugs in this fic either, and i know basically none of the movie plot yet. feel free to request nic sheff fics tho! <3

“Nice to meet you.” I smile; and shake my new roommate's hand. He seems nice enough, with pretty green eyes and curly brown hair.

He smiles back, then heads into our dorm room. I turn back to my conversation with the other girls in our hallway. Turns out there wasn’t an even number of girls or boys this year, so I got shoved into a dorm room with a guy. Not that that’s the worst thing that could’ve happened to me; he’s kinda cute.

One of the other new girls, I think she said her name was Alexa, nudges me. “Damn, I wish I was the not-so-unlucky girl stuck with a boy. He is hot.”

I shrug. “He’s not bad. He’s probably got a girlfriend though. Or he’s gay.” I nudge her back. “Doesn’t matter that much; he’s probably the kind of guy who spends all his time not in his dorm room. More time alone for me.”

I say goodbye and turn towards my bedroom door. I stop just before it, though, when I hear voices.

“Yeah, she seems nice, she’s just in the hall,” I hear my roommate say. I’m not entirely sure who he’s talking to, but then another person speaks, a much older man, and I remember his father is here.

“I feel for you though…” His father laughs, and I hear the sound of cds clacking together, and I realise that they’re my cds.

I internally cringe. Why did I decide to set up my cds? My roommate definitely thinks I’m a total loser freak now. I visualise my collection. Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Chase Atlantic, Melanie Martinez, Joshua Bassett, and the Chainsmokers. Pretty much screams ‘basic white girl’ doesn’t it?

I knock on the doorframe, stepping into view. “Hey,” I say, waving a little at his father. “Nice to meet you.”

My roommate’s father hastily shoves my cds back onto my desk. “You too. I’m Nic’s father.” He stands and offers me his hand. I shake it, offering a smile.

“Well…” Nic’s father pats his pockets. “I’d best be going.” He gives his son a hug, who stands and grips his father tightly.

I feel awkward, like I’m interrupting something.

“Everything,” Nic whispers.

“Everything.”

Though I have no idea what that means, I think it’s adorable.

His father leaves, and the two of us stand for a moment. Then I drop my bag on the floor next to my bed and flop myself onto it.

“What’s your name?” Nic asks quietly. “I’m Nic.”

I prop myself up on one elbow. “I know. I’m y/n.”

He nods. “Cool.”

There’s silence for a couple more seconds, more than feels comfortable.

I blow out my breath. “My friend thinks you’re cute.”

He laughs in surprise. “Is that a pick-up line?”

“No.” I glance at him. “She literally does think that.”

“Okay.” Another pause. “My dad thinks your music taste sucks.”

I glance over at my cd collection, which is now in an unorganised pile on my desk, compliments to Nic’s father. “Mm.”

“It’s not bad, though,” he offers. “I love Chase Atlantic.”

I raise an eyebrow, and meet his eyes. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmm. Vibes, Into It, Friends, Meddle About, CALL ME BACK, Church, some of my favourite songs ever.”

I make an impressed face. “Okay, okay. I’ll accept that.”

“The other stuff though?” He makes a face. “Taylor Swift? Really?”

I sit up. “Yes. Taylor Swift really.” I grab my notebook out of my bag and relax onto my pillows. “Now shh while I write this idea down.”

He suddenly looks interested. “You write?”

“Duh.”

“No, no,” he tries to backtrack. “I mean, I write too. That’s why I’m here. To study writing.”

I look at him over the top of my notebook. “You? A writer?” i don’t mean to sound incredulous, but I probably do.

He nods sincerely. “I love to write. What kind of things do you write?”

“Umm…” I stare up at the ceiling. “All kinds. Poetry, fiction, lyrics, fanfiction, essays, critiques, anything really. I just love anything to do with words and writing.” I swing my legs over the side of my bed, facing him. “What about you?”

“Me too. Anything.”

I nod. “Can I read something of yours sometime?”

He shoots me a crooked smile. “Only if I can read yours.”

“Deal.”

We shake hands, and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter a little.

It’s been six weeks of sharing a dorm with Nic Sheff, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love every second.

Turns out, he’s amazing. At like, everything. His writing is incredible, at least the little I’ve seen so far. He can skateboard like nobody’s business. He can sing, speak French, and apparently, braid hair. (I know from experience, trust me on this).

“Hey, tresses,” Nic says, throwing his backpack on the floor, and himself on my bed.

I was at my desk, trying to study. “Hey,” I reply absentmindedly.

“You got class this afternoon?” he asks.

“Mhm.”

“Same one as me?”

“Probably.”

“Y/n…” he whines, picking up my Spider-Man squishmallow and throwing it at me. “Pay attention to me.”

I glance up. “What?”

“Do you have the poetry class in twenty minutes? The one we both take?” He asks the question slowly.

I read my timetable quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“Okay. Let’s go then, it’s a bit of a walk and we do not want to be late.”

I shut my laptop. “Fine. Let’s go then.”

He jokingly offers me his arm, and instead of taking it like a lady, I hit him. “Ow, y/n!” he complains.

I giggle. “Come on, Nic. We don’t wanna be late.” I mimic his earlier words.

He rolls his eyes. “You’re awful, tresses.”

“You love me.”

He doesn’t reply to that.

“Alright, Mr Steff, would you like to read your poem aloud now?” Mr Day asks the boy.

Nic glances nervously at me, for some reason, then stands as he nods at our teacher. “Yes, sir.”

He unfolds a crumpled piece of paper, clears his throat, and licks his lips in the cute way he always does when he’s worried or nervous.

“Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘je vous aime’,

well, ça me tue à l’intérieur.

j’ai été enchanté de te rencontrer,

mon amour.

je pense que tu es á ma place.

Mon amour,

Oh, how I adore you.

Je vous aime.”

A brief silence follows Nic’s poem, then a round of applause, louder than any I’d heard here before.

He looks at me, and for a split second I don’t know why. Then it clicks.

“Me?” I ask weakly. “You wrote that… for me?”

He smiles shyly. “I love you.”

The whole class cheers, and we get another round of applause.

My mouth is open, and my heart is racing, but I know I want to say it too. But for some reason, when I open my mouth, the words won’t come out. So I do the only other thing I can think of.

I stand up, grab Nic by the collar, and pull him into a kiss.

The cheering gets a whole lot louder after that.

translation:

“My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

The way you make me feel, my love,

it’s like I’d give anything for one of your smiles.

The fact that I can’t say ‘I love you’,

Well, it kills me inside.

I was enchanted to meet you,

my love.

I think you belong with me.

My love,

Oh, how I adore you.

I love you.”

[altrodent]

Cycle

Part I: Vessels Vixen

Pairing: (Poly!) Sleep Token x (F!)Reader

Genre/Warnings: This chapter is mainly Vessel x Reader for lore build up!! Fluff, a made up character for plot is womanizing, flirtatious Vessel, decent amount of cursing

Summary: After kicking out a bunch of jerks at your work place, you become the savior of a certain masked man

(A/N): I’ve tried rewriting a story involving Sleep Token at least a dozen times now, and this is my last attempt for the first part and probably the best, so I hope you enjoy! 🥲🩷

It’s very common to find me working for extremely long hours as well as doing all the chores while blasting my ears off with an old pair of headphones. I do work in a record shop anyways, so what else would I be doing? Once I moved out and on my own I’ve had nothing to do, so I help this elderly couple maintain their shop so they can enjoy their- what should be- retirement.

The town we live in is decently small, but still big enough to include fascists and douche bags of every variety. More specifically, a group of men called the ‘Southwind Snakes’ by the men and just plain ‘perverts’ by the women- me included. Almost every day they end up either trying to wreck the shop, wrecking the shop, or trying to fight with other customers- which those fights usually end up leading to the shops wreckage. Today wasn’t any different.

As the climate got colder, the rain got heavier, and when the weather is shitty, so is the amount of patrons. The elderly couple were packing their bags, ready to go home before asking me“Are you sure you don’t want to just close up early, sweetie? The storm’s looking pretty bad.” Shaking my head, I respond “It’s alright, I’ll hold down the fort. Have a good day you guys.” I wave them off as they head out into the curtains of rain, just as they’re about to pull out I hear one of the worst sounds in the world; the ‘Southwind Snakes’ shit mobile. It’s the ugliest pick up truck I’ve ever seen, and of course it’s sitting front and center in the swamping parking lot. Josh and his goons enter the store and make a beeline straight for my counter. I groan, putting my headphones aside “How can I help you?” He puts one of his greasy hands on the counter “You can help me in more than one ways, doll” he smirks cockily, moving his one hand out to the side so one of his accomplices can five him. “If it doesn’t include helping you find something, or jamming a stick up your ass, then I can’t help you.” I blink blankly at him, his face turning into one of offense “Whatever, prude. Do you have the CD’s we ordered?” I roll my eyes, walking to the back wall, and bending over to grab a box from the lower shelf. All I hear is inappropriate giggles from the childish men, I frustratingly clench my teeth before walking back and handing him the box of CD’s. “Here you go. Need anything else?” He takes the box, “I could always use your number, if you’ll give it to me this time” he winks sloppily “Yeah, no. If you don’t need anything else from the store then have a good day.” He huffs loudly, exiting as his goons follow.

As I was returning to my work, I hear him yelling outside, “Jesus Christ, what now…” I run to the window, to see him berating a person who must’ve run into him. I usually don’t want to get involved in that douche’s antics, but when he starts hurting people verbally or physically I’m usually keen to stepping in. I walk outside in the frigid rain, by the time I get outside, Josh has already turned it from a verbal altercation into a physical one. “Get the hell out of here Josh, leave ‘em alone!” He seethes at me before hopping in his fuck truck. “Hate that fucking guy… are you okay?” I turn to the person, and offer them a hand. Through the thick sheets of rain I see the person look up at me, wearing what appears to be some sort of white facial covering. Looking down I see their hand, painted in some sort of black material snail into mine, obviously shaken by the situation. I help them up, “come on inside, I’ll get you warmed up.” They nod as I lead them into the store, the sudden warmth enveloping our now freezing and soaked skin. I wipe the rain off my face, “I’m sorry you got caught by Josh, he’s so damn rude all the time.” The person takes the cloak like garment off their shoulders, revealing a set of well toned shoulders. “You shouldn’t apologize for something that isn’t your fault, I should actually be thanking you.” He turns to me, I advert my eyes as best as I can, but it’s not helping that there’s now a shirtless man in my store, dripping with the aftermath of the storm. I get a decent look at his intricately beautiful yet grotesque mask, and catch myself before I end up staring for too long “I- uh I think we have some extra towels in the back, stay right here, I’ll be back!” He nods, giving me a comfortable smile, I quickly turn on my heel and head to the back.

Is there really towels in the back? Probably not, but I needed to get out of there before my face explodes from all the heat. But, lo and behold, the owners do keep some decently clean towels in the supply closet, so I grab one for each of us. I take one more heavy breath before heading back into the stores floor. Almost immediately as I enter, he asks “Is this you?” My brows hitch before I hand him a towel, “what do you mean?” His splotchy arm points toward a picture of me and the owners a few years back hosting a huge metal concert. It was like our states Coachella, or Sick New World. “Yeah that’s me, in all my… goth glory.” I giggle softly, I had done mine and the couples makeup in a goth style. “They love matching with me, and they always thought my makeup was ‘pretty’” I smile softly, his eyes gently weaving into my distracted appearance “I think you look ethereal” Blinking obliviously at how naturally he complimented me, “I’m sorry, what-?” He turns to me, still entirely topless “I’m sorry, that was inappropriate of me to l say wasn’t i-“ “No! No-“ i interrupt, flustered “Sorry- no, you’re fine! I’m just honestly not used to compliments…” he tilts his head “‘Not used to compliments’? Do you not get complimented often?” With hands on my hips, my cheeks puff slightly as I exhale “In this town? Not really.” He take a step forward “Well, maybe that’ll change…” his black painted mouth smirks cheekily, one of my brows raise in confusion “Me and my friends just moved into town, if they like you as much as I do, they’ll be all over you.”

I blink rapidly, obviously confused, my face heating with blush still trying to figure out what he means by ‘like me as much as he does’ and ‘all over me’. I stand still, overcome with confusion, he laughs brightly, stepping ever so closer “You’re very cute, I don’t know how people here don’t tell you more…” our faces become extremely close, all my senses disappear, the only thing being processed is the extreme volume of my hearts rapid beating. He leans in slowly- oh my god, it’s really happening. I only met him today, but I mean hey- *Honkk* we both snap out of our trance. He laughs softly “That must be them.” I back away, embarrassed “I’ll see you again, right?” I nod warmly “Good” he quickly kisses my cheek, my hands go numb at the surge of romantic energy coursing through my system. He pulls back smiling, some of the paint on his lips now transferred to my cheek, making him chuckle. He turns to leave, putting his cloak on when I speak, “(Y/N)…” his head turns slightly “I know you didn’t ask, but that’s my name…” I smile awkwardly, what if he didn’t know your name- “Beautiful…” he whispers under his breath “I’m Vessel.” He walks out to the parking lot, leaving me alone. I think I’m in love.

[nephilimeq]

Nobody Knows Me Like You

Prompt: Valentine's Day

@bucktommyfluffebruary

A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161567005

“Okay, this is getting ridiculous,” Howie muttered as Tommy swept past him to put his phone in front of Maddie, showing her the blender he’d found, saying, “So this is what I was thinking about, but I’m still not sure if Evan will like it,” feeling a flicker of apprehension as he tried to figure out what to buy for his boyfriend for Valentine’s Day.

Oddly enough, it was their first one. They had been together for six months and then had broken up for a few months—during which had been over Christmas and Valentine’s—which meant that they were celebrating together for the first time, and he had never been more nervous in his life. He had to find Evan something perfect. It needed to say that he knew him, loved him, and wanted to show him that he was planning on keeping him in his life for as long as he could…

…but without buying him a ring.

At least, not yet.

“It’s…nice,” Maddie said, sipping at her tea, and Tommy groaned and dropped his head to the counter with his arms out in front of him, holding onto his phone rather pathetically.

“Ugh, I’m gonna end up not getting anything for him at this rate,” he muttered. “Valentine’s day is in four days, and I still don’t have anything for him! Flowers and chocolate are too cliche. Jewelry is too much, a stuffed animal is too childish,” he began to list. “Clothes are too impersonal, a mixed tape or cd is too juvenile, fixing his car is something I would do anyway, and something handmade from me is like a 911 call just waiting to happen.”

At that, Howie laughed and interjected, “God, you’re pathetic! Look, you wanna know what to get him? I’ll tell you, but you’ll owe me…”

Tommy looked at his friend and simply let out a long sigh.

“You know what, I don’t care what I have to owe you, just help me…please.”

He knew he looked and sounded pathetic, but the airman no longer cared about saving face—all he cared about was getting Evan something that would make him happy. And if that meant owing one of his best friends an unknown favor, then so be it.

Howie then gave him an unnerving grin and said, “You’re gonna love this…”

--

Buck was scrambling. It was only three days before his first time celebrating Valentine’s Day with his boyfriend and he was terrified he was about to fuck it all up.

“I’m telling you, Eddie, I don’t know what to do!” he whined, and his friend rolled his eyes and said, “It’s just Valentine’s, man! It’s a commercialized holiday! I mean, sure, I’m a romantic at heart, but I’m also a pragmatist, and so is Tommy. He won’t take it personally if you don’t get him the ‘perfect’ gift, you know.”

He stared at his friend, trying to figure out why Eddie was being so blasé about the entire thing.

Buck was at his wit’s end trying to figure out what to get Tommy.

Helping Eddie with the hose, he explained, “Look, you need to understand that the two of us are celebrating our first Valentine’s Day together, despite us already living together, so it feels really different, you know? Instead of the low stakes of a first Valentine’s like most couples get to have, it’s more than that because we’ve been through so much already and we’re living together!” He tugged the last bit of the hose with a bit more force than necessary to emphasize his point. “Do you get that?”

“Okay, yeah, I kinda see your side of this,” his friend conceded…but then he added, “But at the same time, is there even a real reason to worry all that much? I mean, because you’ve been through so much together, you know you love each other, and so anything you can think of will surely be enough…”

Ugh. He hated it when Eddie made a good point.

He rolled his eyes and followed him into the rig, the warehouse fire put out behind them—and then had to deal with Chim and Hen attempting to give him advice on the way back, and he regretted ever opening his mouth.

“If you wanna get him something special, you could always go for some new cleaning supplies for his car,” Hen suggested, and Buck glared at her and replied, “It’s Valentine’s Day, not a random Saturday afternoon, Hen. That’s really the best you can come up with?”, which earned him a hard glare and Chimney suggesting, “What about a gift certificate to one of his favorite restaurants?”, which wasn’t a bad idea, per se, but it also felt a bit cheap considering he could probably cook him a better meal at home.

Deciding not to incur the ire of another friend, however, he said, “Eh, maybe,” and decided to drop it.

--

Tommy stared at the wall of chocolate in front of him, wondering what Evan would like the most, feeling a rush of insecurity as he tried to decide between four different types of dark chocolate, feeling like a cheapskate because he genuinely couldn’t think of anything else.

Howie had told him what to get Evan—and he’d bought it—but it still didn’t feel like enough.

Actually, he wondered if his friend was pulling his leg because what he’d bought him had been far too simple and easy (though not something he would have thought of on his own), and so there the airman stood in the middle of the aisle of some fancy chocolatier shop in downtown L.A. that he had heard about through Sal’s wife, Maria. He had complained enough to Sal, that he had apparently complained to his wife, and she had called him earlier that day while on shift and told him about the place.

He stared down at the 72% dark chocolate bars, the aisle split up by percentages, and debated which flavor Evan would like the best.

The ones with chile and lime definitely seemed like something he would like…but then there was the blood orange, the blackberry medley, and the chicory, too…

…and Tommy finally snapped and got one of each, wincing as he thought of how much it was going to cost him. Four chocolate bars from this place was the equivalent of almost three quarters of a tank of gas and seemed wasteful—but he knew that Evan would at least appreciate the gesture, if nothing else.

“This better be worth it,” he muttered under his breath as he made his way to the register.

A minute later he was done, and he let out a sigh of relief as he got back into his truck and then headed back home. It was odd to go out and do things without his boyfriend now that they lived together, and he felt a faint tugging in his chest at the thought that he now had someone to come home to—though not at the moment, as Evan was still on shift and wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours, which gave him just enough time to wrap the chocolate bars and hide them away.

The second he walked through the front door, however, his phone rang.

“Hello?” he said, tucking the phone between his cheek and shoulder as he locked the door behind him, and a voice said, “Hey, Tommy. Have you already bought Buck his Valentine’s Day present?”

Eddie.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, he answered, “Yes, I have. Now, why are you really calling me?” as he shuffled the items around in his hands so he could talk to him without dropping anything, already moving towards the closet where he kept the gift wrapping, and his friend replied, “Your boyfriend is panicking. Doesn’t know what to get you, so he’s been asking all of us for ideas, and I think he’s still sorta…you know…freaking out in the way that only Buck can freak out…”

Of course, he was, he thought to himself, feeling a flicker of concern over his boyfriend’s state of mind, wishing he wouldn’t worry so much. Tommy honestly didn’t want anything, he just wanted to spend the day with Evan and enjoy the fact that they had each other.

“Of course, he is. What else would he be doing?” he said, putting a pink and red bag onto the counter and pulling out a random pile of white tissue paper, automatically wrapping as he continued to talk on the phone.

Eddie chuckled.

“Yeah, you know Buck—but at the same time, it’s kinda cute seeing him all worked up about what to get you. So, I’m biting the bullet and asking: what do you want?” he pressed, and Tommy could hear in his tone that he was being serious and was trying to do his friend a solid…and he felt rather useless as he admitted, “I just want to spend the day with him. Wrap him up in my arms and forget the world for a while, you know?”

There was a long pause, and he was suddenly afraid he had said too much.

…but then Eddie said, “Yeah, I get that, but still: what do you want?”

--

“Okay, you’re sure this is the right thing to get him?” Buck asked, shooting a glance at Eddie over his shoulder as they stood in front of the array of flowers in the flower shop, and his friend let out an exasperated sigh and rolled his head on his shoulders.

“For the hundredth time, yes! Now, will you just pick one so we can go? Also, why am I here for this?” he said as he reached out and looked closely at one of the tags on a bundle of roses, shaking his head.

Buck gave his friend a look.

“You’re here for this because you said you’d help me with Tommy’s gift. Now—roses or carnations?”

Eddie shook his head and said, “Neither. Both are overrated and Tommy would want something…different,” and Buck felt his irritation rise even further than before, the urge to turn around and punch him rising with every passing moment. “I mean, think about his favorite color—he goes for blue a lot, you know? So maybe something like…these,” he said, reaching for some blue flowers that shimmered enticingly, and Buck read the label, which said delphinium elatum.

“Blue? Really? But…it’s Valentine’s Day. I kinda feel like I should go for something pink or red, or even white, you know?” he hedged, still glancing over at the roses—and then was taken off guard when his friend suddenly bit out, “God, why are you so dense? He likes blue flowers because they remind him of your eyes! Fuck!”

Wait…what?

He felt an odd sensation on the back of his neck as he put things together, and he said, “Hold on, have you…Eddie, have you been talking with Tommy?” and his friend nodded.

“Yeah, yeah, I have, and can I just say that he has the patience of a saint putting up with you? I mean, my god! You have two days before Valentine’s Day and you’re freaking out over-over-over flowers, Buck!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms wide and causing a scene in the middle of the flower shop. “Do you have any idea how in love with you Tommy is? That man would be happy if you just showed up! I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so ridiculously in love as you two! You don’t need to do anything except show up!” he repeated, looking borderline pissed.

Buck shrunk in on himself slightly, once more feeling like the insecure eighteen-year-old who had run way from home, feeling equal parts chastened and grateful. While it hadn’t been the best way to say it, he could hear what Eddie was trying to tell him: that Tommy didn’t care what he got him because he loved him more than anything else.

“I think I’ll get the delphiniums,” he finally said with a grin, clapping Eddie on the shoulder.

“Oh, thank god. Can we go, now?”

Buck laughed and nodded and added, “Yeah, we can go. And thanks for putting up with me,” and Eddie snorted and shook his head and quipped, “Yeah, well, someone has to.”

--

It was Valentine’s Day and Tommy was putting the finishing touches on the present that he’d purchased, feeling a frisson of nerves at the thought of Evan not liking it—even though Howie had told him probably about a hundred times that his boyfriend would love it.

He stared at the ribbon that he’d tied around it, remembering the ribbon he’d put on the oven before he had surprised Evan with it.

“You’ve got this,” he muttered to himself in a pathetic attempt at a pep-talk. “You’ve got this…”

He moved over to the mirror and checked himself over, making sure he looked presentable as he listened to his boyfriend in the bathroom finishing getting ready. They were going out to dinner and so he had put on his black suit with a white button up underneath, not bothering with the tie. Evan had told him the last time that he had worn a suit that it had been the hottest thing he had ever seen, so he was indulging him and making sure that the evening would be a memorable one.

He had made reservations at a small place that he knew Evan had been wanting to try for a while.

…and just as he thought about possibly changing his jacket, Evan emerged from the bathroom fully dressed in his own charcoal suit with a deep red shirt that made his eyes pop, curls looking fresh, and he let out a low whistle and said, “Look at you, babe…damn. I can see that look in your eyes, don’t even think about changing! Those pants are awesome for your ass and that suit jacket makes you look good enough to eat…”

Tommy chuckled and turned and reached out to his boyfriend, pulling him in.

“Good to know. Speaking of eating, you ready to go?”

Evan nodded, his blue eyes sparkling, and the airman knew that it didn’t matter what he gave him, he was happy enough to have him in his life. Evan could give him the worst present in the world, and it wouldn’t have mattered—because he had him.

Smiling, he said, “Good, let’s go,” and quickly ushered him down the stairs and through the front door, present tucked inside his jacket.

His boyfriend had already greeted him with flowers when he’d come home, blue delphiniums that were the exact same shade as his eyes, and it was easily already the most romantic present that he’d ever been given, and he had told him that—and continued to tell him that as he drove them to the restaurant.

“Seriously, Evan. Those flowers are the most beautiful things I’ve ever received,” he repeated one last time as they dropped off the truck with the valet, and Evan rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you’ve said that, like, ten times now.”

“So?”

He rolled his eyes a second time and drawled, “Sooo…can we please move past it? I just wanna have a romantic dinner with my boyfriend and talk about something stupid for the next couple of hours,” he said as he tugged at his hand, pulling him into the restaurant, and Tommy smiled indulgently at him and nodded and said, “Okay, sure. That sounds good to me,” and let him lead him into the restaurant, loving it when Evan took charge and said, “Two for Kinard,” and he felt his stomach flip at the thought of him having his last name one day.

Someday soon, he hoped.

--

Buck grinned as he made his way to their table, holding his boyfriend’s hand the entire way, feeling a giddiness about being out on Valentine’s Day with him. They had celebrated a few holidays as a couple, but Valentine’s Day was different from the rest—and they both knew it.

Actually, it was the first time he had ever been in a relationship during the holiday, and it made him feel an excitement he’d never felt before.

“And here’s your table,” the waiter said, and he nodded his thanks, and they sat down across from each other, a candle on the table.

Buck admired his boyfriend as he sat across from him, barely keeping himself in check. Tommy looked damn good every other day of the week, good enough that both men and women regularly hit on him…but right now?

Goddamn, he was barely keeping himself in check.

Tommy looked like pure sin sitting there in a pristine white button up that had the first few buttons undone, exposing the long column of his throat, and as he glanced down at the menu, Buck was completely distracted by the way the angle of the older man’s collar emphasized the sharp jut of his jawline and the exquisite cut of his cheekbones, his steel blue eyes glowing in the candlelight that lit the table between them, his black suit coat a stark contrast to his shirt.

Fuck, he wanted to jump him right then and there.

Marshalling what little control he had, he said, “So, uh…the appetizers look good, don’t they?” even though he hadn’t even glanced at the menu, the weight of it heavy in his hands as he kept on drinking in the sight of the man in front of him.

“Evan, you haven’t even looked at the menu,” Tommy said without even glancing up at him, and he nervously laughed.

“Yeah, yeah…good point.”

He looked down at the tiny font and pretended to scan it for a moment…but then looked back up and leaned in and whispered, “You look so damn good right now, I can barely concentrate, so is it alright if you just order for us?” and smiled when Tommy snorted and shook his head and said, “Oh, you are adorable…but, no,” and finally looked up at him. “If you let me order, I will purposely get you something you don’t like just to teach you a lesson, but I don’t want to do that because it’s Valentine’s Day, so please—please—just look at the damn menu.”

Buck slowly smiled and nodded and then actually took a good long look at the menu, his eyes alighting quickly on two things that he knew he would enjoy without having to deal with any unexpected surprises, and by the time the waitress came back to them, they both put in their meal orders, along with their drinks, and then he settled back in his chair and began to trace a finger around the edge of his water glass as he admired his boyfriend one more time.

“You really do look gorgeous tonight,” he said, thrilled when he saw a faint pink tinge in the other man’s cheeks.

“And you seem determined to make me make a fool of myself tonight. What about you, Mister Buckley?” he retorted, giving him an appreciative look over the edge of his water glass. “You are cutting a fine figure in that gray suit of yours…”

“It’s charcoal.”

Tommy arched an eyebrow at him.

“Oh, my bad.”

They shared a look…and then both broke out into giggles, and as they did, Buck felt Tommy’s real present burning a hole in his pocket and decided that he couldn’t wait until the end of the meal and quickly pulled it out and slid the slim box across the table and said, “I can’t wait until later. Here. This is for you.”

--

Tommy stared at the slim black box Evan had just pushed towards him, beautifully tied with a deep red ribbon into a slightly asymmetrical bow that felt delightfully ‘Evan’.

Curious enough to not ask him why he wanted to exchange gifts right at that moment, he simply nodded, and pulled the box towards him, gently tugging on one of the ribbons before lifting the lid…and then let out a soft gasp at the sight that greeted him.

Resting in a deep red velvet that matched the ribbon was a beautiful watch that he immediately recognized.

“Is that…Evan. How on earth did you…? How…?” was all he was able to get out as he gently removed it from its velvet cushion and brought it closer to the light of the candle so that he could admire the craftsmanship of it—as well as confirm that it was what he thought it was. “This…this is a Bell & Ross BR-03. This…is…it’s a work of art! How did you even afford this?” he found himself asking, hating that that was the first question he could think of, wincing at how it sounded.

But before he could correct himself, Evan was grinning and saying, “I, uh, I found a widow in the area who was selling her husband’s watches—he used to be a pilot—and saw she had one that looked exactly like one of the ones you showed me a couple months ago that you were saving up for, so I…I haggled with her a bit and I got it. You…you really like it?”

He shot him a look.

“Evan, I love it. It’s perfect,” the airman declared as he slid up both the sleeve of his coat and his shirt to put the watch on immediately.

He kept on glancing down at it and then back up at Evan, trying to understand how he had gotten so damn lucky to have a boyfriend like him. The watch was literally the most perfect thing that anyone had ever gotten him—everything down to even the material of the wrist band was exactly what he wanted.

“Yeah, well…I hoped you’d like it,” his boyfriend added with a bashful smile. Fuck, he was perfect.

…and now Tommy couldn’t help but feel that his own gift paled in comparison (even though Howie had told him several times over already that it was perfect).

Still, he managed to marshal his courage and pulled out a similar box from his own suit jacket and cautiously slid it across the table, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched Evan carefully untie the pink ribbon he had used…

…and his heart stopped when he lifted the lid.

“Tommy…”

The silence stretched. Oh, god. Was that good? Or bad?

“You got me a behind-the-scenes tour of Aquarium of the Pacific?!” he practically shouted, and he watched as his boyfriend nearly stood from his chair—but then suddenly remember that they were in a public place and stayed sitting, his gaze glued to the tickets in his hand, eyes wide as he pulled out the folded piece of paper underneath it that explained what all he would be seeing and when it was taking place (in exactly one month).

He quickly scanned it and then said excitedly, “Oh my god, this isn’t just a tour, this-this-this is a full private showing with their head trainer and their head researcher that works with the National Wildlife Foundation! Oh my god, Tommy…” He lifted his eyes back to his, and for a brief moment he swore he could see twelve-year-old Evan Buckley sitting in front of him. “…this is literally the best gift that anyone has ever given me in my life. Ever,” he repeated emphatically, reaching across the table with his free hand to grab at his own, their fingers tightening almost painfully. “How...how did…how did you know?? I’ve, I’ve never told anyone…wait. You talked to Chimney, didn’t you?” he accused, and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, I talked to Howie. And apparently I now owe him one. Or two. Honestly, I don’t know what I owe him at this point,” he said, shaking his head and reaching for his water with his free hand. “But apparently it was the right call…”

They exchanged a look.

And then his boyfriend said, “This is gonna be hard to top. What are we gonna do next year?”

Get married, he thought to himself…but out loud he said just as Evan took a sip of his water, “Hole up in a hotel for two days and fuck each other silly, of course,” grinning when the younger firefighter coughed and nearly choked on his water, thrilled that he’d managed to garner such a reaction.

“That…that’s not a bad idea.”

Tommy shrugged and said, “Yeah, I occasionally have good ones from time to time, it’s been known to happen,” and right as he said that, their food arrived and they shared a quick grin and began to eat, tangling their feet together under the table as they did so, and the airman relished the intimacy and closeness, feeling like he had finally found the person who knew him inside and out, in every sense of the word, and made the mental note to start looking for rings.

God, he couldn’t wait to be married to that man.

--

Buck noticed his boyfriend giving him a dopey smile and asked, “What’s that smile for?” and he just shook his head.

“Nothing. Just…thinking about how much I love you.”

He suspected that wasn’t the entire truth…but he was okay with not knowing what he was really thinking. Hell, this was probably the most perfect night that he had ever experienced in his life, and he didn’t want to ruin it by pushing anything too hard. Besides, Tommy would tell him if something was really on his mind.

They finished dinner fairly quickly—and then Buck was thrilled when Tommy ordered them both dessert in fluent French, something that sounded decadent and sinfully good.

“Fuck, it’s hot when you pull out the French,” he said, unable to help himself, curling his ankle around the back of his, and his boyfriend gave him a look.

“Hot, huh? Want me to start using it in the bedroom? I can start calling you mon petit garçon,” he said as he smirked at him, and Buck felt his stomach flip and he knew that his eyes had dilated, and he tried his best to glare at him.

“Don’t…don’t do that. Not here.”

Tommy chuckled, the sound low, warm, and promising, and he felt it as if his boyfriend had just run his stubbled jaw along the inside of his thighs, the tone of his voice having the same effect on him, even from a distance, and he shifted in his chair to try and hide the effect that it was having on him. As he moved, however, his boyfriend shot him a knowing look, and Buck knew that he knew the effect he was having on him.

Smug bastard, he thought to himself.

Still reeling from the present Tommy had given him, he said one last time, “Seriously, this gift, it’s really…it’s really the most amazing thing anyone has ever gotten me,” and reached out for his hand across the table, feeling a sense of relief when his boyfriend squeezed his fingers and gave him a soft smile.

“I’m really glad you like it, Ev.”

He looked like he was about to say something else—but then dessert arrived, and Buck stared at the chocolate concoction that was placed on the table between them with two spoons and he marveled at it for a moment before saying, “Okay, now this…this looks like the best thing I’ve never had. What is this?”

“It’s called gâteau royal,” Tommy explained as he dug his spoon into it. “It’s made from almond meringue, praline feuilletine, and the top layer is dark chocolate mousse. It’s also sometimes called a Trianon because it has three layers…”

Buck took a bit and moaned at the rich flavor that exploded across his tongue.

Tommy shot him a look, one eyebrow raised.

“Evan…save those sounds for later.”

He smirked.

Yeah, this was the best Valentine’s Day ever.

[lexlovergirl]

ྀOn the road ྀ

How you and farleigh went from hating each other to being two little demons always together.

Tw:small slut shaming and mean comments

Song: Shut up -Black eyed peas

Summer 2003 , you have been friends with Felix for two years now. And somehow you and his cousin Farleigh never got along. He was always extra mean to you, more than he was with others. He was always teasing you and giving you mean comments so it was only fair you gave him the same treatment.

This summer you again were going to Saltburn. Ducan went to pick up you, Venitia, Farleigh and Felix after the last day of school. You were forced to sat in between Venitia and Farleigh on the back seat not too happy about that.

Farleigh looked down at you and your outfit with a disgusted look. “Slut ass skirt” he said to get a reaction out you. Even at 15 he had a dirty mouth. You rolled your eyes, you loved that skirt. “You’re just jealous you couldn’t pull it off” you spit back crossing your arms. He scoffed “please my ass would actually fill it up”

You didn’t reply to that, only ignoring him. You just focused on the music playing in the car and turn your head to the side so you wouldn’t give Farleigh the satisfaction of seeing you pout.

Venitia had decided to put a Black eyed peas cd. You hummed to most of the song not really knowing the lyrics more than that. That was until Shut up started playing.

You sang Fergies part perfectly, not missing one word. But when the guys part came you shut up not knowing the words. That’s when Farleigh jumped in. “Girl, me n you were just fine, you know..” and he kept going until Fergie started singing again and so did you.

You looked at him and smiled, you were surprised he knew the song. He rolled his eyes at you playfully and returned the smile. Y’all kept singing the song together exchanging the part. You two put your heart into it, really putting on the act of a broken couple while singing.

When the song ended Farleigh gave you a look, you couldn’t tell if he was judging again or reevaluating. “You like Black eyed peas?” He asked you still giving you that look. “No, I just happen to know their lyrics my heart” you replied sarcastically and that made him huff.

“By heart? You knew Fergies part, nothing without me” he said in a playful tone instead of straight up mean tone. “Shut up we killed it together” you said laughing softly. He laughed along with you “okay okay I’ll admit we sounded good”

Felix took a glance at you two. “You’re friends now? Took long enough” He was happy he’s finally gonna be able to spend two seconds without you guys fighting. But Venitia her chuckled softly she knew it wouldn’t be long before you and Farleigh start causing trouble together. Ducan just sighed, it was just the beginning of the summer and he was already tired with you all.

That was the beginning of a friendship between you two. Soon to be two gossiping queens and being mean n sassy to other people together instead of to each other. And who knows maybe a few years later some kind of attraction will make its appearance between you two

ྀིྀི ྀིྀི ྀིྀི ྀིྀི

Yall i hoped you liked it, ik it’s short but soooo cute…. And I know I haven’t posted in ages and I’m not fully coming back I just thought about that little one shot.

Also the Farleigh community is dying!! Ik i can’t complain cus I’m not adding more contant too😭

[nootnootwook]

merry christmas

pairing: sung hanbin x fem!reader

genre: best friends to lovers

in which: you and hanbin have your annual christmas sleepover

warnings: two idiots in love, cuddles, kisses, lowercase intended, not proofread !!!

series masterlist !!

so where do we begin?

you and hanbin have been friends for years. ever since you met in high school you became the best of friends after realising how compatible the two of you are. both of you were immediately drawn to each other and the amount of times you were mistaken to be a couple since then is more than you could count.

to be honest you saw where all these people came from with that point. you and hanbin do usually act couple-y with one another but never think much of it. i mean you go on study dates, coffee dates, walks together, he gets you flowers, takes you to the movies and so on. but that’s just what best friends do right?

wrong.

you can’t lie and say that you haven’t developed feelings for hanbin after years of doing all of these things but there’s nothing you could really do about it. so you don’t. you live happily in your delusions pretending that all of this is real.

one of the many couple-like things that the two of you do is your annual christmas sleepover. this tradition came to be a couple of months after your friendship began when you were 14 and your parents decided that your families will spend christmas together. hanbin and his family stayed over on christmas eve and you all opened your presents together the next day.

this tradition continues up until now, where both of you attend uni together and continue your completely platonic relationship.

so your currently setting up the apartment waiting for hanbin’s return from the store. he went to go pick up some snacks while you finished setting up the fort in the living room. the setup was cosy and warm. you managed to get some matching christmas pyjamas for the two of you to wear as well as matching mugs for your hot chocolate. the selection of movies was laid out in front of you while the pile of pillows and teddies was laying behind you.

just as you ran into your room to grab hanbin’s gift to place under the christmas tree the door opened and in walked your best friend.

“hey i’m back” he said as he walked through the door.

“bin you’re finally here” you ran to him after placing the gift down under the tree. you almost wrapped your arms around him before remembering that he’d been out while it was snowing so you instead unzipped his jacket and took it off for him, hanging it up on the hanger before embracing him in a hug. “right on time. i just finished setting up” you say into the embrace before letting go and looking up at him. your eyes meet his for a few seconds before you grab the bag of snacks out of his hand and bring them to the fort. “come on! put your pyjamas on!” you say and hold them out to him. he only chuckles at you.

“okay okay. i’ll be back in a second” he says and leaves to his room to get changed. soon he came back through to the living room with a gift in his hand. he walked over to the tree and placed it next to the gift bag that you had put there not long ago. he sat next to you. “so, what are we watching?” he said and reached out to pick up some of the cds which were laying on the floor before him.

“hmmm” you pretend to think while resting your chin on his shoulder to look at the movies. “maybe the grinch?” you say and pint to the cd in his hand.

“great pick” he said and popped open the cd’s box. “you get comfy, i’ll put it on.” he said and patted your head lightly. you moved back into the fort and got cozy under the blankets while waiting for him to put the movie on. you opened some of the packs of snacks that he brought just as he came to lay down beside you.

the movie started and as the plot rolled out you lay your head on hanbin’s shoulder. this was, again, quite a normal occurrence for you but this felt more intimate than normal seen as he reached out shortly after and laced your fingers together, holding your hand in his bigger one. it felt so warm. so comfortable. it was home.

and before you knew it, the first movie was over and on came another - you and hanbin only separating for the few minutes it took him to put on the polar express - and the two of you were back to your previous position. about halfway into the second movie you started to feel drowsy and started to drift away into dreamland on hanbin’s shoulder.

he, of course, noticed and only moved you so that you were laying right on his chest. for comfort he thought, but he wasn’t sure if it was yours or his. he must admit he completely melted at the sight of you peacefully sleeping on his chest, one hand wrapped around his torso and the other lightly gripping the shirt of the matching pyjama set that he had on and he could only hope that you’ll appreciate the gift he has prepared for you.

he soon found himself feeling a bit more tired and decided to head off to sleep - holding you tightly - but not before checking the time which now was 00:02.

“merry christmas my love” he whispered to you quietly before making himself comfortable in the small fort that you have built for the two of you.

~~~

you woke up warm and comfortable (with a blanket that fell off the fort on your face but comfy nonetheless) you yawned and stretched as you heard your back pop in a couple of places from sleeping on the floor. as you were stretching you felt the arms around your waist tighten around you. you were pulled into hanbin’s chest and found yourself with a small smile on your face as you melted into the warm embrace.

“merry christmas bin” you whispered to him after noticing he was awake.

“merry christmas y/n” he says with a sleepy smile while rubbing his eyes tiredly. both of you stopped and looked at each other. everything just felt so right at this moment - waking up in his arms and hearing his voice first thing in the morning. hanbin couldn’t help but reach out a hand to cup your cheek. “you’re so beautiful” he whispered so quietly you almost didn’t hear him. his eyes flickered down to your lips.

“wait” you whispered softly. “wait one minute” you said slightly louder and got up to grab the gifts under the tree. you gave him your gift. “open it please” you said and he lightly tore the neat wrapping paper.

he carefully removed the paper to reveal a sleek black box. he opened it and inside was a small silver chain bracelet with a small thin rectangle in which ‘forever’ was engraved in small lettering. he let his finger slide over the word as he examined the box. he soon came to realise that on the inside of the lid ‘i love you’ was written in fine gold print.

“i-“ he didn’t even know what to say. “thank you” he said and looked up at you with slight tears in his eyes. he couldn’t believe it it finally happened. “thank you so much” he wrapped his arms around you so tightly you almost could breathe. “i love you too” he whispered to you as you embraced him back.

you broke the hug and looked up at him with sparkling eyes. you cupped his cheeks in yours and brought his face to yours placing a light peck on his lips which he, of course, reciprocated.

“open mine” he said. and you did. he had gotten you a gorgeous golden necklace which had a small gold circle hanging from it on which both of your initials were engraved and a heart on the other side.

and on the lid of the box ‘i love you’ was written in fine gold print.

~~~~

a/n !! hello my lovelies !!! happy almost christmas i hope you’re all enjoying this series. unfortunately i will not be able to get all of the parts out before christmas but i will try my best to make sure they’re out by the new year !!

i love you all take care !! any reblogs and comments are a huge help thank you for all the support !!!

library !!

[dethtallica]

HI AGAIN😍 Could you do Jason/Dave where Jason’s a megadeth groupie n Dave takes him backstage?? I love you btw pls never die🗣️

so sorry for the wait, also this was not proof read because i’m lazy so… hopefully there’s no bad errors.

LUCKY

1987

CW - teasing, riding, idk it’s pretty vanilla … but moves fast ;)

Dave’s had a bit of a crush on Jason. 

And, who can blame him? Jason was perfectly sculpted, like he was a marble statue. Perfect curves. Perfect face. An angel on earth. His smile expertly crafted by a god. 

It started when Flotsam opened for Megadeth just a few months ago. The two had talked about bands they enjoy, new albums and beer while smoking a hearty amount of weed. Jason’s weed was the good kind, the kind that made Dave’s mind  go fuzzy while thinking of all the ways he could make Jason blush like a tomato. Dave can recall how his eyes seemed to always land places they shouldn’t when he looked back as Jason. Or how Jason didn’t seem to mind. 

Ever since that night, he’s been keeping a close eye on Jason. Jase, as he’d call him. 

Jase wasn’t busy for the next couple weeks, lucky Dave. Their lead vocalist was apparently real sick and wouldn’t be able to perform for a while. With too much time on his hands, Jason spent it by practicing his bass and calling Dave. Jason’s pretty sure Dave’s got feelings for him, so hearing Dave get flustered over the phone was pretty entertaining for the brunette. And, as it turns out, Megadeth was going on another tour as Jason would find out on one of their calls. Not a very big tour, but Dave’s got an idea nonetheless. 

“I want you to come with.” Dave confessed over the phone. 

“…Come with? On the tour? For what?”

There was really no reason for Jason to go. He would just be tagging along, doing nothing but watching. And, Megadeth was great and all, but he wasn’t a diehard fan. But when he looks around his room, seeing the baggies of weed on the floor and the stray CD cases, he remembers how lonely he’s been these past couple of days. 

“I just want you there, okay? Do you wanna go or not?” Dave replies. There’s no true annoyance within him, but he makes it known he doesn’t want to debate forever.

Jason sighs. 

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll come with. Put on some good shows for me, and I’ll pay you back.” 

He doesn’t specify what he’s gonna pay Dave back with. Weed? Beer? A blowie? Dave doesn’t ask, though he hopes for the latter. ‘Cause Jason’s got nice lips. Jason has nice everything, actually. Nice face, chest, hair, attitude, hands, legs, ass… Yeah. Dave’s screwed. At least he got Jason to agree to be a groupie.

“Don’t you worry about that. We’ll give you a damn good time.” Dave affirms. Jason can hear his smile through the phone. 

Jason smiles back, and hangs up. 

                  ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Dave’s more than right. Megadeth puts on a damn good show. Everyone played in perfect tandem with each other, every note and chord coming together to make flawless songs sound even better live. Jason even started to think like a fan did. He started thinking to himself things like “Wow, he looks even better up close!” Or “Damn, he looks hot as fuck like this!”

He really was like a groupie. 

It didn’t take long for him to not only fall for Megadeth’s whole discography, but Dave himself. Sure, he’d found himself intrigued by Dave after the first Megadeth show he’d seen. Spending more time with him and getting to see that sweet smile, though? It had his heart clenching. He was no different from Dave, finding himself absolutely smitten with the ginger. 

Dave was lucky he was pretty. And talented. Pretty and talented. But Dave could have any gay guy or straight girl he wanted, and he chose Jason, so perhaps Jason was the lucky one. Getting Dave Mustaine to fall in love with you was no easy task; the bassist wasn’t sure how he’d done it, but wasn’t complaining. And when Dave’s shredding, trying to focus, and still makes time to look Jason in the eyes while he’s in the crowd, he knows Dave really is in love with him. 

They meet eyes multiple times. There’s something in those hazel eyes of Dave’s that seems to be more than just focus or love. It takes a few moments to realize it’s lust. Jason almost doesn’t believe it, but it’s hard to deny when Dave’s shooting him intense looks every 10 seconds with a dark look in his eyes. Jason grips the railing harder. It’s their last song. The bassist knows Dave will go straight to him after they finish the melody, which happens to be Jason’s current favorite from Megadeth— Peace Sells. 

The ripping ending chords ring out, and cheers erupt from fans in the crowd. Jason finds himself smiling and cheering as well. Dave says his thanks to the crowd before the band makes a swift exit. 

Jason knows exactly where Dave wants him to go. 

The crowd starts to dissipate. Jason’s heart thumps in his chest, excitedly pushing through the crowd so he can greet and congratulate Dave and the band  on their amazing show. That boy was hyper, and it showed. Curly brown hair bounced as he ran while pushing through the crowd. Since he was close to the front, it didn’t take long for him to finally get to the stage. The closing music boomed through the speakers as Jason searched for the ginger.

A tap on his shoulder signaled that Dave had found him first. The bassist whipped around, startled, but immediately relaxed when he realized it was Dave. A small smile played on his thin lips, and his grey eyes stare into his hazel ones. Dave’s obviously sweaty and tired from the show, but that won’t stop him from doing what he does later. 

“You scared me, Dave.” 

“Did I, now?”

Jason smiles harder. Dave’s voice did that to him. 

“Yeah. Good show, by the way.”

Dave smirks. He’s got a cocky look on that smug face of his, ‘cause he knows he can give Jason an even better show backstage. If he’ll let him, that is. It shouldn’t be too hard to get into Jason’s pants. Dave can sense Jason likes Dave more than he lets on, and won’t have any more of that. The ginger wants to see Jason head over heels for him— not acting nonchalant. 

“Just good?” Dave asks.

“Pretty good.” 

“Just pretty good?”

“Alright, alright. It was an amazing show. That what you wanted to hear?” 

Dave laughs. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now get your ass backstage, groupie.”

Did Dave just really refer to him as groupie? Jason feels his cheeks flush a light pink at the comment. He isn’t sure if it’s from being a little offended, or if it’s from embarrassment. He has a name. Dave just wanted to tease him. Wanted to see that flustered look on his face before he snatched his hand and dragged him into a dressing room. 

Slamming the door, Dave’s eyes lock onto Jason’s. The bassist is understandably a bit confused and flustered. The broken fan in the corner spews a cranky, winded noise in a strange rhythm as the two share a quick moment of silence. Dave’s the first to speak up, noticing how Jason can’t tell if his body wants to tense or relax when Dave moves closer to him. 

“You have no idea how hard you were making it for me to focus.”

The guitarist has a lower voice than he did outside. Jason already knows the lust from earlier is seeping into his words. Like it never left. Because it didn’t— how were you supposed to keep it chill when you had the prettiest boy in the scene staring at you with stars in his eyes? Jason looked nothing short of beautiful and sweet. Dave wanted nothing more than to see him absolutely ruined. To see spit dribbling from his mouth and onto his white shirt. To see his cock hard and needy, all for Dave.

He couldn’t help the twitch in his pants thinking about what he wanted to do to Jase. 

Everything was moving so fast. One moment ago, Dave was playing guitar for hundreds of fans. Now, he was straining himself trying not to pounce on the bassist in front of him. He felt like a starved man looking at that sexy bastard and his pink, shy face. Surely he must know how hungry Dave’s been for him, right? Surely he knows. There’s no possible way for Jason to be oblivious to the fact that Dave would pay his life savings to get a piece of that ass. And yet here Jason is, saying he didn’t know. 

“I didn’t mean to make you lose focus.. I didn’t know.” 

Dave draws closer, the space between them becoming more and more blurred. 

“You sure, Jase? You seem like the type to tease.”

Dave lifts up Jason’s chin with his hand, boring his gaze into the other. Jason didn’t look away. He stared right back. The tension in the air rises, getting thicker. Jason feels his heart rate pick up and his cheeks start to warm. He hopes to god that things will go the way he thinks they’ll go. 

Jason’s lucky. 

Dave smashes his lips into the other’s. Jason doesn’t push back or fight it, just lets Dave take over and kiss him like a starved teenager. It gets messy; even a little painful, with how their teeth are clashing together accidentally. It’s uncoordinated and disorganized, but fuck if they both didn’t love it. Dave’s lips are all over that boy’s mouth, practically eating his face as they fall backwards on to the couch behind them, not missing a beat. 

To say Dave was good at making out was an understatement. If you liked it rough and dirty, you’d like it with Dave. Jason didn’t just like it rough. He loved it. He loved the way those pink lips smeared across his own. The way his teeth got in the way and his tongue slipped inside without a warning. Everything was a perfect concoction, ready to explode. Jason’s already twitching and getting stiff in his tight blue jeans as they clumsily make out. 

Spit threatens to dribble down Jason’s lip as his feels a warm hand on his thigh. He squirms, feeling Dave pull back for a moment and smirk against him. Jason’s chest rises and falls quickly and desperately. Dave’s got him wrapped around his finger, and he thought he would be the one in charge. The guitarist’s hand on Jason’s thigh squeezes lightly. His thumb makes small movements up and down his clothed leg, as if he were petting him, and deepens the kiss yet again. 

Jason whines, bucking his hips into nothing. Tight jeans once flat now have a noticeable, warm bulge, thanks to the brunette’s erection. Dave’s excited to give Jase what he wants; and he’s equally excited to give himself what he needs. The ginger’s also already worked up a full boner and can’t help keeping it away from Jason much longer. So, he pulls back, spit dripping from the guitarist’s lips, and looks at Jason with deep hunger in his eyes. 

“I’ve waited so long for this..” Dave rasps, his hands coming to undo his own belt. 

His fingers make fast work of the belt, which hits the ground with a clank. Jason’s leaned back on the beat up couch, watching in awe as Dave undresses himself hastily. It’s obvious to Jason that he’s needy and wants to waste no time at all, but he can’t say much. He’s just as desperate for the warmth and pleasure Dave’s gonna give them. And as Dave finishes removing his shirt, Jason feels his needs increase tenfold. The ginger smirks at the quiet whine that leaves Jason’s lips. 

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel real good soon.” Dave promised. 

“Please…” Was all Jason could croak out. 

Dave was left in only his boxers. A prominent tent proudly stands in his plaid underwear, showing off how much he could really grow. Jason stares. His staring doesn’t last. Dave’s already closing the distance between them again, this time, his clothed cock an inch away from the bassist’s. Jason’s breath catches in his throat and he attempts to push their cocks together, but Dave is quick to shove him back. Jason whines again, this time sounding more needy and defeated. 

“No. If you really wanna feel my dick against you, you’re gonna have to beg. Or I’ll just jack off in front of ya and make you watch.”

“B-but-“

“I don’t wanna hear your voice if you aren’t begging.” 

The brunette knows he’s serious. Jason’s got pride, but it fades away when he’s submissive like this. Jason isn’t usually put into submission this easily— but Dave is hot as hell and he wants to let him take over and make him feel good. His last bit of dignity is thrown away when he looks up at Dave with those big gray puppy eyes and starts to beg. 

“…Please.” Jason whimpers. 

“Please what?”

“Please.. fuck, please, Dave, please, let me rub against you, need it… need it so bad…”

Dave smirks. 

“Yeah? Is that right? Fine then. Go ahead, make yourself feel good.”

Jason wastes no time shoving Dave closer to meet cocks. His tip meets the other’s tip, earning a mutual groan from them both. They hump into each other, hips thrusting, and it doesn’t take long for Dave to get tired of Jason’s jeans. The friction of the rough fabric is nice, but when his cock is so tucked away, he can’t help but want more than what he’s offered. Pleasure rushes through them both for a short amount of time before Dave is nearly ripping Jason’s jeans off and tossing them to the ground before forcing both of their cocks out of their boxers. 

“Dave….”

Jason’s hand shakily creeps up to their two warm erections and presses them together with a smooth motion. Dave hisses, the palm and length of Jason sending a ripple of pleasure through him. A trembling exhale leaves Jason’s mouth and he begins jerking them off together. It starts slow, Jason taking his time getting the rhythm nice and steady. He might’ve mentally compared himself to a drummer keeping tempo like a dork if he wasn’t groaning and tensing from the feeling of jerking off his friend against him. 

Moans intertwine with moans and sweat starts to bead on their foreheads. Dave’s letting Jason work their pulsing erections together while also fucking into his palm. It’s about now when Dave realizes he didn’t lock the door— only slammed it shut when he was ready to drain Jason dry. This doesn’t stop him, though, as he lets his vocal cords only ring out in sweet moans instead of words telling Jason there’s a chance they might get caught. The thought surprisingly excites the ginger and he speeds up his hips, making Jason follow suit.

Jason’s free hand grips the back pillow of the couch, fingers digging deep, feeling pure bliss. Sure, he’s frotted with other guys before, but being with Dave makes it all the better. And Dave’s got an impressive length and girth, so rubbing against that feels like heaven. Jason thinks maybe he really could just die and ascend from how horny and pleasured he’s feeling, but all the sudden, Dave abruptly removes his dick from Jason. Jason cries out confused words, saying No, no, please— until Dave cuts him off. 

“Shhh, shh, stop your whining, just hold on. Lemme give you something better.” Dave coos. 

Jason watches as Dave reaches behind himself and pulls out a plug. Confused, he looks at the metallic plug, then back at Dave. The plug is covered in slick lube, like a whole bottle has been poured on it. Dave tilts his head, smiles, and tosses the plug. Jason can’t believe what he’s seeing. 

“Did- did you really.. fuck, there’s no way..” Jason sputters. 

“Sure did, honey. I kept it in me the whole show.”

Jason’s mouth goes dry. He really kept that inside him? The whole time? In front of all those people? There’s no way. There’s no possible way, Jason thinks, but when Dave hovers over him, sticky lube from his hole dribbling onto Jason’s cock, he has to suspend his disbelief. The bassist isn’t really sure this is happening; this has to be some sort of wet dream. Dave Mustaine, yes, The Dave Mustaine, is ready to ride him into next week after keeping a plug inside of him for hours and preparing himself just for Jason. Fuck. Fuck, that’s really hot. 

“I….” Jason gulps. 

“Gonna keep staring, or should I put it in?”

“Please, god, put it in.”

And so he does. 

Dave carefully sinks onto Jason, wincing. His trusty plug kept him nice and stretched, but Jason’s got a big cock. Slowly but surely, he takes Jason to the hilt, and bottoms out. They both pant, chests heaving, and Jason gets zero warning before Dave lifts himself almost completely off before slamming back down and creating a brutal pace. The bassist arches his back and groans loudly. Warm, slick walls clench on to his dick as Dave shudders. Dave’s ass turns Jason into an absolute wreck within 10 seconds. 

“Dave, Dave, fuck, fuck!” He cries out. His hands find Dave’s shoulders and push downwards, helping Dave grind Jason’s tip against his prostate. 

Dave snickers, watching Jason fall apart in no time. Through his quiet giggles of amusement, his own sounds of pleasure began to seep through as Jason tries to aim for his prostate. He just barely nudges it a few times, which gets a particularly high pitched sound out of the guitarist. Dave finds Jason’s attempt at pleasuring him cute. Already trying to make Dave feel good, just like the good boy he is. Jason’s always been a sweet boy. Dave’s giggles die down and he softly smiles at the boy beneath him before readjusting. When Jason thrusts up into him now, he finds that special spot and hits it straight on. Dave stutters, a louder groan leaving his mouth, and Jason makes it a personal challenge to hit that spot with every thrust. 

The brunette’s dick rubbing against that bundle of nerve in Dave has him reeling, body trembling and thighs spasming. The big, bad Mustaine is nearly drooling over another guy’s dick inside of him. It should be embarrassing, because it’s wrong, Dave knows, but he can’t help himself. He can’t help his hips coming up and down, riding Jason like a damn horse. Dave mentally thanks himself for keeping the plug in. As much as he would love to feel those thick fingers prodding inside of him, he doesn’t think he would’ve been patient enough for prep. And, the occasional pleasure of the egg-shaped object was nice, even if it was embarrassing. 

But nothing compares to the feeling of Jason inside him. He didn’t think it would make him feel so euphoric, having the boy rut in him. Jason’s obviously feeling it too with how he’s moaning like a girl in a porn film. Long eyelashes on Jason’s pretty face flutter as he sweats and grinds. They’ve both had their way with plenty of girls before, but nothing is quite like having sex with the other. Nothing really compares to Dave’s soft, tight walls or Jason’s embarrassingly hot length. 

They’re both thankful they’ve got a piece of each other. Jason’s hands slowly move from Dave’s shoulders to claw at his back, making Dave moan a winded whimper from the back of his throat. His cock is hard and leaking, twitching as he slips up and down Jason’s erection. The sound of the room is disgustingly erotic from the combined noises of the two whimpering and moaning along with the slick noises of Dave’s hole moving against Jason— it turns Dave on so much that he bites his lip, screws his eyes closed, and before he knows it, cum is spurting out of his cock, all over Jason. 

The bassist nearly screams from the way Dave clenches around him when he cums, and immediately follows after him. Warm semen fills the ginger to the brim. The sticky substance squirts against Dave’s prostate, making him clench even harder, and Jason thinks his dick might break off from how hard he’s being squeezed. Nonetheless, it furthers both of their orgasms and brings them to even higher highs. 

After a few seconds, Dave collapses on top of Jason, cock still in his hole. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. He forgot about the loud booming music outside and the awkward noise of the fan, and he realizes he’s slowly being brought back into reality. Dizzy, Jason’s trembling hand slithers up to Dave’s hair and gives it a soft ruffle. 

“Please don’t let this be a one time thing.”

[shadowsphere21]

Written In The Stars (BSSM PC Engine Game 30th Anniversary)

“I’m so excited…the love of my life might come by…”

— Makoto Kino (just before she meets Nephrite for the first time), Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon visual novel, made exclusively for PC Engine Game (Turbografx 16), released in 1994.

A Jupiter and Nephrite drawing made especially for the 30th Anniversary of the Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon PC Engine Game, released in Japan exclusively. It’s a rare game, in the form of a visual novel (one I was able to get and patch) and the story basically is an original based on Season One of the 90s anime. It ties up all the loose ends (basically exploring a storyline that they were not able to get into the anime proper) and provides a satisfying close out to the 90s anime Dark Kingdom arc. The undertaking was such that two original songs were recorded for the game, and the CD itself has a treasure trove of unused cels and sound bites, accessible via a special maneuver with the patch. More information can be found on it here: https://sailormoon.fandom.com/wiki/Bishoujo_Senshi_Sailor_Moon_(PC-Engine) If you want to see the game in action there are several playthroughs currently available on YouTube.

Jupiter and Nephrite, along with Naru and Umino, actually have a pivotal role within the story, and thus I made Jupiter and Nephrite the first couple I drew as part of the anniversary set. I will draw the others as well, given time, because this one took me 3 weeks 😅. It’s the closest thing to an anime look that I have ever gotten while retaining some of my original sketching, coloring and shading style. Hopefully I’ll be able to keep this up, because it wasn’t easy (not to mention I missed using my sketching pen). I guess all that practice with SK8 is paying dividends now 😆.

[karasukarei]

Wind Breaker Drama CD vol. 2 - Oedo-style Fuurin Tale (Part 2)

Translation masterpost here! Part 1 here!

Special thanks to @/orewing!

Updated shorthand because some names are really long:

Sakura – Sakura

Nirei – Nirei

Suo – Suo

Sugishita – Sugi

Kiryuu – Kiryuu

Tsugeura – Tsuge

Hiiragi – Hiiragi

Umemiya – Ume

Enomoto - Eno

Scene 4 – 5:17~9:20

Eno: Yosh… You guys… (t/n: please imagine him rolling his r’s even though there aren’t any r’s in english here) YOU’VE PASSED!

Nirei: *gasps* Ha!

Eno: Frrrrrom today, you’rrrrre parrrrt of Fuurrrrrrrin-gumi.

Nirei: Yes! Thank you very much! Ahhhh, isn’t that great, Sakura-san? From now on, we’re both part of Fuurin-gumi!

Sakura: Wait, hold on! To join the group it’s just an interview?! There should be more than this right?! Like a test of strength or a test of courage, stuff like that?!

Eno: Selection of people joining Fuurin-gumi, is all decided by just one perrrrson, Enomoto! I can see what a perrrrson is like with just a glance.

Hiiragi: Oi, is the interview over?

Eno: Hirrrrrragi-san! Thank you for yourrrrr harrrrd worrrrk!!!

Hiiragi: So how was it?

Eno: These two guys, they passed.

Hiiragi: I see… tsk. Just when you really need him, where does that guy go? Urk… my stomach…

Eno: If you need stomach medicine, I have it here!

Nirei: Woaahhhhh! It’s Hiiragi-san! We’ve just joined and right on the first day, he’s here right in front of us!

Eno: Oi you lot! Grrrrreet Hirrrrrrragi-san!

Nirei: Y-Yes! I’ll be under your care from today onward, my name is Nirei! I’ve always greatly admired Fuurin-gumi!

Hiiragi: Is that so? I look forward to working with you. But there’s one thing you need to know. You’re not under our care from now on.

Nirei: Y-yes.

Hiiragi: You’re a warrior of Fuurin-gumi now. Protect your feelings of supporting the group properly.

Nirei: *gasps of admiration* Yes! That’s so cool… (t/n: you can hear his eyes sparkling ;-;)

Sakura: Hmm? Is that so?

Nirei: What is it, Sakura-san?

Sakura: You’re called Hiiragi, is it?

Hiiragi: Huh?

Sakura: With that attitude, you’re the top of Fuurin-gumi, the strongest guy in Fuurin-gumi aren’t you?

Hiiragi: Huh? (t/n: Sakura is going to turn into another cause of his gastric issues at this rate)

Sakura: The factions within the group fight daily to one-up each other, and be it obon or new year, as long as they lock eyes with each other they draw their swords and rumble. The fear of the town, where ruffians gather - that is Fuurin-gumi. (t/n: obon and new year are major holidays in Japan and people generally just chill during this period; it’s the equivalent of saying that Fuurin-gumi still brawls even during christmas. This was also a very hard sentence to translate purely by ear please praise me for managing to decipher it ;-;) And Hiiragi! If I defeat you, I’ll be come the top! (t/n: I feel second-hand embarrassment.

Nirei and Enomoto I think: *groans of embarrassment* (t/n: let me join you)

Nirei: W-w-w-w-w-wait a minute! Where did you hear such rumours from?! They’re all wrong, or more like, it’s the exact opposite!

Sakura: Opposite?

Nirei: Fuurin-gumi are the group protecting this town! Everyone in the group are samurai who draw their swords to protect this town!

Sakura: Huh?

Nirei: In other words, Fuurin-gumi are the ones who help the weak and exterminate the evil, they’re on the side of justice!

Sakura: HUH?! What’s with that?! Isn’t this completely different from what I heard?!

Nirei: That’s what I just said!!

Hiiragi: Well, we’ve got a couple of scary looking guys so it’s not strange that people would get the wrong idea.

Sakura: Then, what did I come here for?

Hiiragi: You got one more thing wrong

Sakura: Huh?! What more is there besides this?!

Hiiragi: The head of Fuurin-gumi is not me-

Umemiya 🩵: Ohh, Hiiragi! You’re here!

Enomoto: !! Umemiya-san! Thank you forrrrr yourrrrr harrrrd worrrrk!!!

Umemiya: Oh! (t/n: think of it like a sign of acknowledgement)

Hiiragi: Where have you been all this time?

Umemiya: Ahh, sorry about that, here, I bought some dango as souvenirs to share with everyone!

Hiiragi: *grunts of gastric issues without GasCon 10* Anyway, those two over there, they’re new people who just joined today.

Umemiya: Oh?

Nirei: You’re… *excited sounds* It’s the real person! Sakura-san! It’s this person! This person is the top of Fuurin-gumi! The group head Umemiya-san!

Sakura: Eh?

Umemiya: Yo, Sakura! You really came, huh? I look forward to working with you from today!

Sakura: Huh? Huh?! HUHHHHHHHHHHHHHH?!!!

Scene 5 – 9:21~11:11

Sakura: *grumbling like an old mad with white hair* I came here to become the top, why am I doing patrols?

Suo: Well, you did end up getting into a fight with Sugishita on your first day!

Sakura: We didn’t fight! He’s the one who drew his sword first, I just drew mine in return!

Kiryuu: Tsuge-chan juuuuust barely managed to stop it in time, didn't he? Nirei-chan had it tough too right?

Nirei: Ah- Yes- No!

Suo: There’s no need to be so uptight! We’re all in squad one together after all.

Nirei: Even though we’re in the same squad, Suo-san and Kiryuu-san both joined the group before us…!

Suo: It was just a little while earlier, it’s not such a big difference!

Nirei: But I’ve been hearing about your names since a while back!

Kiryuu: Is that so? By the way, I’ve noticed for a while, but Nirei-chan’s haori is really cool~

Nirei: Ahhh I’m so sorry about that!!! I got too carried away!

Kiryuu: Why? I think it looks goods, and suits you too!

Nirei: *sounds of sparkling eyes* Really?

Kiryuu: Mmh!

Suo: But speaking of this, it’s quite rare to see such a striking haori around here right?

Nirei: Oh, yes! I used some exotic fabric for this-

Kaji: *cracks lollipop with teeth* YOU GUYS! DON’T DAWDLE AROUND! ARE YOU GUYS PATROLLING PROPERLY?! (t/n: I think this should be correct but I couldn’t quite catch the last sentence, if there’s a better translation let me know!

Nirei: Yeeeesss!

Suo: Sorry about that! We’ll be more careful.

Sakura: Hmph. What’s with that guy?

Suo: That’s not “that guy”, he’s the squad head of Tamonshuu’s first squad.

Sakura: Tsk, we’re following him to learn about how to patrol, but he hasn’t said a single thing, and he gets mad suddenly for no reason, and he’s always sucking on candy-

Kiryuu: It’s cos Kaji-san’s teaching style is to show you and have you remember~

Sakura: And the team captain is ok with that?

Nirei: Don’t say stuff like that! There are rumours that that person used to be ruffian beyond salvation!

Sakura: Eh….

Scene 6 – 11:11~13:22

Suo: Huh? Over there, is there some sort of commotion?

Kiryuu: Something seems to be up, huh?

Kaji: That restaurant seems to have had someone eat and run.

Sakura: Eat and run?

Kaji: The granny from the shop said that the culprit was a man wearing a blue kimono.

Nirei: A blue kimono? Ah!

Kaji: What is it?

Nirei: Just now, there was a man in a blue kimono running down that road!

Sakura (?): Tsk, dammit. *starts running*

Kaji: Oi, hang on! (t/n

Suo: Let’s go too!

Nirei / Kiryuu: Yes! / Mm!

*Everyone disperses to chase down the culprit)

Eat-and-run dude: Hmph! That was easy! I managed to get here without anyone following.

Kiryuu: Hello big bro, sorry about that! I can’t let you pass from here~ (t/n: omg so cute…)

Eat-and-run dude: I’ll need to go there instead-

Suo: Oh! You can’t go here too!

Eat-and-run dude: *grunts*

Nirei: You can’t pass through here too!

Eat-and-run dude: Hmph, a small kid like you is no match for I, Sukeroku-sam of Zeninashiku-in! (t/n: I’m actually not sure if I caught the name here of his town / dojo correctly, the guy’s accent is pretty strong and the name is kionda weird x_x)

Kiryuu: Hm? Like what’s with that name? It’s totally not cool at all maybe you shouldn’t use it. (t/n: SEE IT’S A REALLY WEIRD NAME)

Eat-and-run dude Sukeroku: I’ll kill you!

Suo: You can choose anything for your name, but perhaps you should take a better look around you.

Eat-and-run dude Sukeroku: What do you-

Sakura: Click clack click clack (t/n: onomatopoeia for running around in geta sandals), don’t just-

Kaji and Sakura: Run around!!!

*Kaji and Sakura land spectacularly*

Eat-and-run dude Sukeroku: From the top?!

Kaji and Sakura: ORA! *beating up sounds*

Eat-and-run dude Sukeroku: Urk! *falls defeated*

Sakura: Hmph! Wasn’t he too weak?

Kaji: This guy didn’t even get a chance to draw his sword.

Nirei: *clapping very hard* As expected of both of you!

Suo: Well done!

Kiryuu: The rest of us didn’t even get a chance to show off~

Kaji: ANYONE PAST THIS POINT WHO CAUSES PAIN, WHO BRINGS DESTRUCTION, WHO HOLDS EVIL IN THEIR HEART, WILL BE PURGED BY FUURIN-GUMI WITHOUT EXCEPTION! 

*townsfolk cheer*

Man: As expected!

Another man: You’ve really saved us!

Woman: Thanks so much for everything!

Nirei: Wow, amazing! The people of the town are…!

Another another man (old guy): Ran-chan looked real cool too! (t/n: I think Ran-chan is a nickname based on the given name Ren, like how a doting old grandpa would give his own grandkids nicknames)

Sakura: O-oh…