#okay i have been noisy enough to day see you in a bit everyone

[popponn]

before isagi my taste was actually pretty much dominated by "insane redflags with ambition that could doom them as much as the narratives". though i will say i just like people "who knows what they want" & "work for it" the redflag & tragic backstory are very welcome add-ons tho ♡ but so, when i suddenly go this insane over a soccer nerd (after yuuji the greenflag too) my friends goes??? and here i just want to say that maybe my taste probably doesn't change much...

ISAGI IS GREEN ISAGI IS RED ISAGI IS A WHOLE PACKAGE

[talkbycolor]

Hello there! I have to say, I really, really, REALLY LOVE your Kindergarten au. Little Yanderes as noisy children and MC as a Teacher who is not being paid enough XD.

Feel free to ignore if it's uncomfortable for you!

This is my first time asking so sorry if I am bothering you, But how will the mini yanderes react if they were kissed in the lips, not in a romantic way but like a parent showing love and care <3

how Mini!Yanderes react when MC kisses them¡!

A/N; even if MC kissed them like a parent the yanderes would hear wedding bells so JASHJHSAJS also the thought of an adult kissing a child on the lips is a bit weird to me so i will change it to kisses on cheek or forehead. i was listening ddlc soundtrack to write this AND SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG

Pairing(s); "Mini!Yanderes" and GN!Reader

CW; this is actually fluff / need to remark MC just see the little yans as kids they need to take care of, no one has special treatment

Sunny Day Jack.

Jack would be the one to take the initiative, in this case, the first time he kissed MC's cheek would have been during the school photo.

Early spring, all the children had arrived well-groomed to the classroom, MC finished combing John Doe's hair while the professional photographer adjusted his camera in position, the children moved from one side to the other, except Jack.

Jack finished adjusting his bowtie, very dedicated to being the most handsome child in the photo.

Finally MC gathered them all in different rows, placing themselves behind in the center.

"I will only take it once so if you need to go to the bathroom or sneeze do it now." Said the cameraman in a listless voice, no one had any protests or urgency so he raised his hand, specifically 3 fingers.

"Three… Two… One." A flash of photography dazzled them, the curious little ones ran towards the man to be able to appreciate the photograph.

And then they saw in the photo how Jack had jumped and pulled his teacher's arm to kiss their cheek, causing several students to immediately cry.

As for Jack's reaction:

He considers himself a winner, he probably looks for other ways to ask for kisses since MC is quite open about giving affection to his students, nothing too overwhelming.

Can't stop thinking about their future as a married couple.

A manipulative bastard will surely fake accidents or work twice as hard on his tasks to get that reward.

John Doe.

John Doe is a student who needs sensitivity, but don't give him too many kisses on the forehead or you'll overwhelm him.

A day like any other, the class activity required flour and water, something simple to mold and non-toxic since many of the students love to put things in their mouths, so full of curiosity.

MC finished helping everyone create their mixtures, Keith finished making flowers with his dough while Tenebris ate it.

The children learned and had fun, it was comfortable.

Until some sobs made the teacher run to where a little long-haired boy, John Doe, who couldn't stop crying, the dough had gotten stuck in his hair.

Of course, prepared for any occasion, MC took the little boy to the bathroom to wash off all the dough, which fortunately wasn't as sticky as the time Peter put gum in Mycheal's hair.

"There you go, see? Simple, are you okay, Doe? Don't cry, everything is fixed now." MC comforted their student with hugs and coos, kissing Doe's forehead.

"Again?" He asked with those huge eyes full of tenderness, MC gave more kisses on her student's forehead, who asked for more and more between laughs.

They had to stop when they realized that Doe was convulsing with happiness on the floor, it did scare them.

As for Doe's reaction:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He reacts in an exaggerated way, with adorable and loud giggles, hugs, red cheeks, his happiness is evident.

He is like a cat with dilated pupils and he scares MC.

Alan Orion.

Great project for class! Alan and his mom drew a picture of the solar system and he was in an astronaut suit, he didn't learn half of the names of the planets but it was enough to get a kiss.

The theme for that day was to draw a picture of things they want to do when they grow up, Alan carried his drawing to the board while holding it up over his head.

"I'm going to be an astronaut and walk in the stars!" he commented proudly.

"Very good, Alan, come here." MC called him over to place a star-shaped sticker on his drawing.

Alan tilted his head towards the teacher, subtly indicating what he wanted and of course the teacher didn't deny it, kissing the little boy's head.

As for Alan's reaction:

He loves praise, especially from his favorite teacher, and will keep a smile on his face for the rest of the day.

He will seek further validation from MC in other aspects.

Whenever he finishes a new activity he points his head up in anticipation of kisses.

Peter Dunbar.

One day he got sick and didn't got a kiss like everyone else.

Peter was confused, why were his classmates laughing at him while he sat in his spot?

Jack walked over with his arms crossed and a grin from ear to ear.

"Yesterday teacher MC gave us all a kiss." he said mockingly.

Of course Peter immediately ran crying to the teacher to get a kiss on the forehead.

As for Peter's reaction:

He was so upset with himself for getting sick and with the others for getting a kiss before him, he cried for 2 hours.

He asked MC for many make-up kisses, which led to the others asking for a kiss as well.

Peter bit and kicked the ones who came up to ask for a kiss, and ended up being punished.

Ren.

You don't need to be good at naming colors or good at sports when you're smart to win.

Play in the garden! All the kids were very excited, especially Ren, who got the lead role, he was a prince, surely that would delight MC, he had rehearsed so much to be the perfect prince.

The play was pretty simple, he had to dance with a girl and although that wasn't in his plans he couldn't push her off the stage or MC would think he wasn't chivalrous.

The exact minute after the play ended Ren snatched the crown from the girl's head and ran after MC.

"Teacher! Teacher! I have something for you, can I put it on you?" He asked batting his eyelashes.

MC didn't wonder where the other crown came from, they assumed the girl gave it to Ren since… Well, it's Ren. The teacher knelt down with a smile and bowed their head to allow the little boy to place the crown.

They were surprised with a tender kiss on the lips, making them gasp and quickly get up, the crown was on their head... but Ren had stolen a kiss from them!

The little boy was blushing, so happy that he couldn't stop giggling.

It was a shame that there were so many eyes looking at him with great anger at that moment.

As for Ren's reaction:

He was so happy, how could he not be? He had beaten all those losers in the classroom

He made enemies but he tries to maintain a good reputation with MC

The bad thing is that he couldn't steal more kisses from MC because now his teacher was more careful when he was around.

Mycheal.

Flowers are pretty but you are not allowed to pick them from the school garden.

It was early in the morning, not all the children had arrived yet to start class, MC arranged their notebooks and prepared the lesson for that day, while Mycheal walked through the garden looking for flowers to give to his teacher.

He knew that was not allowed but the best flowers were always there, since MC watered the plants every day, so considerate!

Finally he reached the rose bush, that was always dangerous because many times he tried to take them because of how beautiful they were but it hurt a lot, the thorns were terrible.

But today he would do it! A little pain was nothing compared to his teacher's laughter.

The little blond crouched in front of the bush and held a couple of roses, taking a deep breath when the thorns embedded themselves in his skin and he began to pull.

Harder and harder until his body fell on his back, tears came out of his eyes but he smiled when he saw a pair of red roses in his hands.

"Teacher! Teacher! Look what I made for you!" He was so proud of his bouquet that he was unable to see MC's worried face.

"Mycheal, you know you shouldn't pick flowers from the garden… Come, let's put them in a vase and heal your hands." MC said, taking the little boy's little hands to give kisses to his palms, which were bleeding a little because of the thorns.

As for Mycheal's reaction:

Mycheal learned to use gloves to pick flowers, but he can't do it anymore or he'll get punished.

Now he gets into fights on purpose to get kisses on his wounds.

He's also gotten kisses thanks to sharing his lunch with MC.

Keith and Tenebris.

Nap time in the garden, but there are always a couple of kids who don't sleep.

All the little ones were resting on the padded floor, covered by blankets after MC read them a story…

All except Keith and Tenebris of course, the twins were sitting near MC, Keith wanted more stories while Tenebris just wanted hugs.

Their teacher decided to read the story of "Sleeping Beauty", a simple story with a happy ending, he got to the part where the princess was woken up with a kiss, which gave Tenebris an idea.

The boy stood up and ran straight to the wall, crashing into it and falling to the ground, although he didn't use that much force it did scare MC, who didn't understand why the boy did that.

"Tenebris needs a kiss to wake up." The boy whispered with his eyes closed, waiting for said kiss.

Although ridiculous, it was also adorable so the teacher bent down to kiss the little boy's forehead.

"Me too! Me too!" Keith whimpered, clinging to his teacher's arm before receiving a kiss on his forehead.

As for Keith and Tenebris's reaction:

They discovered that they will get more affection if they make a truce, both asking for kisses at the same time to get double the affection.

They also both ask for kisses from MC behind the other's back.

Now they always try to stay awake during nap time, so the other students won't bother MC.

Solivan Brugmansia.

Spring event, it's time to bring out your artistic talents! But not in the case of the teacher.

MC had ordered their students to draw a picture of the things they liked most about spring, a simple activity to celebrate the beginning of spring, they were allowed to use crayons, paints, watercolors, chalk…

"Doe, don't eat the colors!" They ran towards the curious child who was trying to put a color in his mouth.

Being a teacher wasn't easy and although most of his students drove them crazy they had to admit that it was adorable.

Time passed, slowly while the children concentrated, it was strange that there was so much silence but not inopportune, the teacher decided to walk around their students to supervise their work, stopping behind Sol.

He had drawn a garden, it seemed that in the background were the horses and… MC?

The teacher sighed, stroking the boy's head and kissing his cheek, he just hoped that his parents wouldn't come to the festival asking weird questions because of how attached Sol seemed to be to him.

As for Sol's reaction:

He still doesn't understand why his parents worry when he draws his teacher, he loves MC!

Prone to developing praise kink.

His artistic skills would evolve thanks to his obsession with drawing MC, which would lead to more compliments and more kisses, clever, huh?

Damon.

Time to go out and play! Sometimes tears bring good things.

The whole group followed the teacher in a row, like baby ducks following their mother, they were on their way to the playground in the kindergarten, holding hands so as not to get lost of course.

They all made a circle on the field while MC prepared the game for the day, nothing too complicated.

In the end they decided to play soccer, nothing serious, just a bunch of little kids kicking the ball around each other.

It could have been entertaining if it weren't for the fact that Damon kept trying to catch the ball with his mouth, it made some people laugh but MC was worried, the real problem came when Ren tried to kick the ball while Damon was so close to catching it with his teeth.

Fortunately there was no blood but there were tears from little Damon, who cried and cried with his arms up, wanting to be carried by MC.

MC told them to keep playing while they tended to Damon, taking him to the infirmary where they made sure to hold him in their arms and caress his sweet little cheeks so that the swelling would go down.

His teacher kissed his head lovingly.

"There, there, there… Are you feeling better, Damon? It's over, don't worry, but you should know that you shouldn't use your mouth in a game where your legs are used, understood?"

As for Damon's reaction:

He understands that injuries mean kisses and cuddles from MC, prone to getting into fights to get more and then blaming Peter.

He's like a puppy, always rubbing his head against MC for attention.

He asks for kisses every day, if he doesn't get them he'll instantly sob like a pup.

[cozymoko]

Wait you write for Kamisama kiss??? OMG Tomoe's been my crush for years 😭 omg if it's okay with you then can I have general yandere headcannons about everyone's favourite fox boy?? 🌕 Anon

YANDERE TOMOE HEADCANONS

Note: I also love Tomoe. Btw this might suck because I'm bad at general anything.

Pronouns used: feminine, she/her (for convenience)

WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive

YOKAI

Possessive, Manipulative, Violent (to others)

AS A ROUGUE YOKAI, pledging his loyalty to others never truly appealed to him; to a woman nonetheless. Being a formidable demon never called for such requirements.

You were feisty, pointing the round end of your broom in his direction. You knew not of who was there, yokai or human but you feigned confidence. The trembling of your hands gave it away, you were scared as one would be. “Who's there?”

The pale moonlight peeked through the few windows lining the walls, carefully calling attention to your features. You were easy on the eyes and yet so hard to look at. Your eyes were glassy and narrowed into thin slits. Your legs shook violently in anticipation for him to reveal himself as you hugged the broom flush against your chest. Such a look didn't suit you.

Having mercy on you, he decided to cut his fun a little short.

As one does, Tomoe made his way to a brothel which he was fairly acquainted with. All in a pitiful attempt to find solace amongst the predatory gazes of the women occupying it. But alas, he could not. With every look upon their faces twisted into one that mimicked your own. Captivating and seemingly kind, tempting him to reach out and touch it.

Tomoe is no fool. His emotions are evident, terribly so. He longs for a human woman and there's no need to deny it. Your image has been engraved in his memory down to every last detail. Women who were not you could no longer soothe his mind as they appeared lackluster in comparison.

Thus, he sought after you. In the middle of the night, he was whisked away by the chilly wind in search of the woman. Your scent was heavy on his mind, leading him back to the small cabin you resided in. His footsteps were night, almost silent as he entered your home, searching for you.

To his luck, there you were. Rolled up in a cotton futon, lulled by the chirps of noisy crickets. Yes, he's decided; You are his and no one else's. Tomoe isn't one for sharing and he'll make sure you're aware.

Akura-ou was quick to find out about your existence, which was a pain within itself. He would toy with you just to get under Tomoe's skin. It's not every day you get to see your moody "counterpart" fall so hard for someone, let alone a human. Anyhow, those who've tormented you weren't as fortunate as Akura-ou, serving a far more unpleasant demise for their actions.

If not for you, Tomoe wouldn't hesitate to massacre every man who looks your way. Having good-looking women by his side is nothing he isn't used to, yet, you are different. As his woman, he wouldn't want someone to so much as breathe the same air as you. The mere thought renders him ill.

Although, if you ask him not to he'll try his best to listen to your wishes. Keyword: try. He would never want to upset you, oh not at all! However he's only "human", even he has his limits.

No matter how he may terrify you, running is NOT an option. You will never be too far from his grasp. As long as his heart is beating, no one will ever have his heart. The fox demon is a bit too eager to show how he got his reputation in the Yokai world. As his other half, why don't you sit down and watch for a while?

“Foolish girl, when will you finally understand that your efforts are futile? Your cries may pain me but if I must tie you down to keep you. Then I shall.”

FAMILIAR

Loyal, Overprotective, Posessive

BEFORE HE MET YOU HE WAS A YOKAI, drowning in a pit of endless grief. Though not a powerful God, you held enough power to help the lost kitsune. You, determined to save him, kissed him and made Tomoe you familiar. For that, he was forever grateful.

Sure his bloodlust has been soothed over the decades, but it doesn't cease to exist. However, betrayal has never crossed his mind. His loyalty to you runs deeper than the blood that courses through veins. He is bound to you for life and he will serve you until greeted by death's embrace

He still finds you to be a subpar God in nearly every aspect. You were so uncool and lame as you lacked elegance, lazy in comparison to many, and awfully forgetful. But it made you even more charming. Tomoe found himself growing fond of your minor habits, though still trying to push healthier ones upon you, they were sweet, or even cute dare he say.

If you so choose, you can touch his ears. What can I say, the thought has plagued his mind more times than he cares to admit. Intimacy with you is not exactly scarce, you dot on the fox quite a bit, however, he yearns for more of your attention, your time. Being your familiar for some years has honestly built up his confidence. (There was no way in hell he'd ask you that and earlier than now.)

You cannot have another familiar, not a chance. Tomoe will burn them to the ground if they even try to kiss you. If you've had familiars before him, fuck them. They can die for all he cares. All you have to do is ask and he will gladly do the honors. (He knows you won't, unfortunately)

No male familiars are permitted to sleep by your side, except him of course. He must retain his superiority somehow. Allowing them to see you so vulnerable is not an option.

For you, he'd do an ything if it's within his power. As long as it doesn't put you or your reputation in danger that is.

“You reek of that wretched Tengu, must you always converse with such lowlives, mistress? If my company is not to your liking please allow me to fix myself. I am your loyal familiar and you should know I'm also the best.”

[padfootagain]

Black Dog Neighbour

Hi everyone ! Today, we’re answering a request made for my 6k followers event by @nobodyshomearchive : “hi hello lovely xxi have been hooked to your blog lately, and to say that is an understatement in all honesty. congratulations on 6k followers <33 so for your celebration can i get an enemies to lovers (ouh massive surprise 👀) with sirius black (preferably post azkaban but it's okay if you don't want to!) cause i'm literally so head over heels for that man. and i'm loving your something good series :) again, congrats and feel free to ignore the request if you don't feel like writing it/it doesn't hit your creative spot.

have a great day/night hun <;3”

Thank you so much for your request, and I hope you like this! I didn’t do post-azkaban Sirius, because he doesn’t exist in my brain. I have been in denial for so long, the Potters are living their best lives, didn’t you know?!

Anyway, still went for post-Hogwarts and post-war Sirius, simply didn’t include anything referencing to Azkaban or… anything canon compliant, to be fair. But as per usual for me when it comes to this character…

Hope you like this! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: A small warning for an ex being an arse and showing up drunk on your doorstep (there’s nothing violent, but you do physically push him away, so heads up on that, just in case). But the rest’s cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!!!

Summary: God, you hate that guy next door. Bloody annoying neighbour with his noisy motorcycle, his loud friends, his annoying laugh, his charming smile, his amazing hair, his effortless way to sport sexy leather jackets. He’s insufferable, you hate him to bits. The fact that he’s a talented wizard who can magically change into a dog to guard your door when your ex comes bothering you again will not change your first impression in the slightest, by the way. You still hate him to guts. Probably…

Word count: 4592

Sirius Black Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Sirius fucking Black.

Your neighbour, aka worst enemy, aka the person you despise the most on earth.

He is loud. He is annoyingly pretty. He is getting on your fucking nerves... again!

Of course, it is Friday night, which means that his stupid friends are over for a “boys’ night”. What a scam…

In consequence, you are currently casting sound-proofing spells all over your walls in an attempt to shush their idiotic laughs. And especially Sirius’s; his unmistakable bark-like laughter, loud and boisterous and absolutely prone to draw a grin from your face even if you don’t mean to. By Agrippa’s hat, you will soon either cut his throat or call for an auror. Or maybe you could burst into his apartment and shout into his face just so he can see how bloody annoying that is. Or kissing him to shut him up sounds like a plan, too…

You shake your head, grinning at your own genius idea. Sirius and his friends are being rudely loud again, when you have already told them a thousand times – which is to say every Friday for the last six months, since Sirius moved in the apartment next to yours – that the walls in this old building of Diagon Alley are too thin, that you can hear everything going on in Sirius’s apartment despite sound-proofing spells… and that they need to keep it down past 11pm because you have work the next day. The absolute dread of working in retails does not, by any means, spare the Wizards and Witches of this world…

You look through your apartment for the object that would make the most noise. You give a few items a try, but settle for the good old pan and spoon. Ha, what precious allies these two are, never failing you.

You add a little spell to amplify sounds – just for good measure – find some earplugs, and then proceed to bang the shit out of that pan, right by your common wall with Sirius’s apartment.

It goes on for five full minutes before you manage to catch the quietened sound of something against your door…

And sure enough, when you stop and take your earplugs out, someone is banging at your door.

“Y/N!” a voice that you easily recognize shouts. “STOP THIS FUCKING NOISE!”

You open the door wide, and have to bend to the side to avoid Sirius’s fist as it misses the door.

“Merlin! Sorry! You’re okay? I didn’t touch you, right?” Sirius asks with anger instantly replaced with worry.

“I have amazing reflexes.”

And anger is back into his dark grey eyes again...

“What the fuck are you doing in there?! Are you mental?!”

“I don’t know, Sirius. I didn’t notice anything over the cacophony of your friends shouting into my ears all night!”

His jaw clenches, and you hate yourself for noticing the trembling of the muscle there, and finding it terribly attractive…

“And you had to make all this ruckus instead of simply walking three meters to my door and nicely ask us to shut our mouths because…?”

“Because I’ve asked you dozens of times, this has been going on for fucking months, Sirius!”

He rolls his eyes, and Merlin do you want to punch him straight across the jaw… his very sharp, very pretty jaw…

“We’re just having a nice evening…”

“And I am trying to sleep!”

“It’s barely midnight!”

“I work tomorrow, you asshole!”

“Ermm… guys?”

“WHAT?!” you both exclaim, turning to face a shy-looking Remus.

“Sorry about the noise, Y/N. We’ll be more careful next time. We’ll leave for the evening.”

“You don’t have to leave…” Sirius complains, but James is already walking out, helping a drunk Peter to cross the corridor.

“It’s late, anyway. Lily’s gonna worry, I was supposed to be home twenty minutes ago,” James argues, and Sirius has to yield.

“Alright, see you on Sunday, then!” he shoots his friends a grin, and the group waves at you.

You rudely ignore them, crossing your arms before your chest. And as Sirius turns back to you, his frown is icy and he quickly matches your stance.

“You’re such a pain in my ass, Y/N…”

“And you’re a jerk.”

“Asshole.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Oh, you talk plenty enough for both of us. And loudly so!”

Before he can reply, you’ve stepped back into your apartment and slammed the door.

You hear him pestering after you for a moment, then nothing, and finally a door slamming.

Well, that went well…

You are in trouble.

Big… huge trouble.

Your ex has just stepped into your shop, and you don’t know how to react.

You didn’t break up in a horrendous way, on the contrary! He wanted the two of you to remain friends, and you simply didn’t, worried that you wouldn’t be able to get over each other if you stayed in touch. And by the look he gave you as he stepped inside your shop ten minutes ago, and the many glances he’s thrown at you since, you’re pretty sure that you were right about this.

It's not like your relationship was terrible, by any means. Josh was nice, reliable, but also… not for you. You didn’t have much in common, at the end of the day, and if his personality and looks were nice, it was hard to build a lasting relationship on… nothing. It was for the best that you called it quits.

And as if your day needed any darkening, Sirius Black chooses this very moment to step into your shop. You don’t wait for him to aim for the counter to take out a large pouch in which you have gathered all the ingredients for his friend’s monthly brew. He smiles at the sight, moves towards you. And you hate yourself for the leap your heart makes as he comes closer.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“Hi.”

It’s the first time you speak to each other since the ‘spoon and pan incident’, and you both hesitate. How are you supposed to act now? Apologise for being petty and kind of a dick? Ask for his apology for being a dick? Act like nothing happened?

“Thanks for Remus’s stuff,” Sirius says, voice quieter than usual, gentle, asking for a truce.

Outside, it’s snowing, winter claiming the streets of London, and there are little snowflakes caught in Sirius’s hair. It looks lovely.

All of a sudden, you’re longing for some eggnog, and some pumpkin pie.

His fingers are cold when they meet yours, tips brushing over your knuckles as he picks up the bag, and you hate your own heart for stammering.

“No problem. You know the drill,” you tentatively smile, while Sirius hands you some silvery Sickles.

“I would also need pearl dust, please. Here’s the amount.”

He hands you a parchment with quantities written on it, four small packages to be prepared separately.

“How many hearts do you intend to break with so many love potions?” you joke, turning around to get to work.

The brass scale is set on a small table, pushed right against the wall, behind the counter. It is an easy task for a professional like you, measuring quickly while Sirius laughs.

“No one, thankfully,” he replied.

“Oh… some Amortentia, perhaps? Trying to figure out who your crush likes?”

“No… nothing like that. It’s the properties for invisibility that I’m looking for.”

“If you plan on breaking into Gringotts, I don’t want to know.”

Again, a loud laugh. And you wish you could hold back your smile, but you can’t, the sound is too infectious for that.

You’ve forgotten that your ex is here, you’re reminded of his presence only when you turn back towards Sirius and he’s standing right behind your tall neighbour, a bag of potion ingredients in his hands.

You avert your eyes, and Sirius frowns at the sight. He glances over his shoulder, spots your ex, but says nothing. You only notice how he tightens his hold on the pouch.

“Pearl dust’s quite expensive,” you tell him, handing him the phials, before announcing the price.

“That’s alright.”

He hands you the galleons, takes the vials, but doesn’t step away just yet.

“You… you’re okay?” he asks, and you’re not sure what to do with his expression. It’s somewhere between annoyance and genuine concern.

“Yeah, sure.”

He nods, like he’s disappointed. He’s not bringing up The Incident, and so you won’t either.

“Right, good day.”

He turns in a hurry, not waiting for your answer, but you notice the way he throws a look back before stepping out into the street, snow falling over his dark coat and dark hair again. You hate how your eyes linger on his frame until he’s out of sight, walking down the busy street, but you can’t help it…

“Hello, Y/N.”

You’re brought back to Earth as your ex speaks, and you turn to him, your smile turning from genuine to polite.

“Hi, Josh.”

“How are you?”

“Good! Do you need anything else?” you ask, pointing at the ingredients he’s put on the counter.

“Huh… no, nothing else.”

“That makes two Galleons, 5 Sickles and 3 Knuts, please.”

He hands you some money, and you hand him his change. You see him hesitating, before diving.

“Look, I… I came here hoping to see you.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you. I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about what happened, and… Look, I know I could have done better when it came to us. And I thought… perhaps… if you were willing to give me another chance…”

“Josh…”

“Just… hear me out...”

“No. I’m sorry, but no. We… we were not compatible, that’s all. I like you, you’re nice, but… It won’t work between us.”

Slowly, he nodded, apparently defeated. And when another client cleared their throat behind him, he finally left.

What a mess of a morning…

It is Friday night, and the Marauders are keeping it down. You are surprised by it, but you can only praise these men for being, for once, well-behaved. 11:30, as you slip under the covers, ready for some well-deserved rest before waking up too early to open the shop in the morning. You are ready to fall into Morpheus’s arms and abandon yourself to slumber when someone knocks on your door.

You ignore the sound for a while, but it starts again, and again…

And you thought Sirius was making some efforts. You were ready to commit murder…

You stand up, grab a bathrobe and walk to the door, ready to throw hands with Sirius at this point. Only… only, when you actually open the door, it’s not Sirius who’s facing your wrath.

It’s Josh.

“What… What are you doing here?” you ask, too stunned to think about being polite. “It’s almost midnight.”

But then he looks up at you, and you notice at once that he’s been drinking. His eyes are glimmering, he sways slightly before finding back his balance…

“Josh…”

“Y/N, I… I know that now is not the time, but… please, give me another chance. Please…”

“Josh, we’ve talked about this. Us… it’s over. We’re not getting back together. I’m sorry.”

“But I can try and be better. I’ll be better, let me show you.”

You push him off when he staggers forward, trying to hold you.

“Josh! Stop it!” you raise your voice, trying to get him to let go.

“Please…”

“I said no! Get off!”

He’s finally letting go, but doesn’t take a step back. Instead, he leans against your doorframe, not stepping inside, but making it impossible for you to simply go back in and close the door.

“Josh! Go away! I’m sorry, but this is over between us. You have to leave me alone!”

“But I don’t want to! Y/N!”

“Hey!”

You’re both distracted by the new voice that comes shouting through the corridor. Sirius is standing before his front door, wearing a Queen t-shirt and some dark sweatpants, in what you guess his is nightly outfit. Still, when he comes nearer, hair tied in a bun, glowering, he looks intimidating, tattoos all over his arms on full display, traces of ink peeking above the collar of his t-shirt.

You think for a second that he’s going to make a scene because of how noisy you are right now, not ironic at all given his habits of messing your sleeping schedule, and you’re ready to get angry at him, because this truly is the last thing you need tonight, when…

“You leave her the fuck alone!”

You’re too stunned to react when Sirius comes to stand right by your side.

“She told you to fuck off, so you fuck off!”

“Who the fuck are you?” Josh replied, words a little slurred.

“Her boyfriend,” Sirius lies, but it works wonders, as Josh becomes suddenly very pale. “Now, you fuck off, or I’ll throw you out of the building.”

“You? With him?” Josh asks as he turns to you, and you feel pity for the pain in his eyes, but you don’t regret leaving him.

“Yeah. He’s my boyfriend. Now, please, Josh… leave me alone.”

But he shakes his head.

“I can’t. I can’t. I still love you…”

Sirius looks at you, but you shake your head.

“You have to leave me alone and move on.”

“No… I… I’ll come back later…”

Sirius notices your worry, it almost looks like fear, and he doesn’t hesitate when he grabs Josh by the collar.

“You listen to me now, dickhead,” Sirius growls, it’s almost animalistic, and you’re frozen by this threatening tone of his. “If you set a foot in this building again, if you go see her at her shop, if you so much as breathe in her direction or step in the street she’s in, I will come for you, and I will make sure you can never bother her again. Do you get that?”

“You’re bluffing.”

Sirius grins, something twisted and terribly dark, and even you shiver when he speaks again, voice low and terrible.

“I fought for the Order during the war. I’m a Black. Trust me, you don’t want to fuck with me.”

Slowly, Josh nods, struggling to swallow.

“So… will you leave her alone?”

Again, Josh nods.

“Good boy. Now get the fuck out of here.”

He’s barely released Josh that he’s sprinting down the stairs, stumbling and catching himself against the wall, before disappearing.

But you don’t see that. You’re staring at Sirius, and seem unable to look away.

“You’re alright?”

You’re startled by the softness Sirius’s voice is now wearing, such a stark contrast with the threatening tone he wore a minute ago.

“Y/N? You’re okay? He didn’t hurt you, right?”

“What? No… no, I’m fine! He just… showed up and I couldn’t get rid of him.”

“Yeah, I figured.”

“Thank you,” you whisper as he gets closer.

“You’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah, just… a little shaken, I think.”

Slowly, Sirius nods.

“Hey, no need to worry, okay? I’ll keep an eye out tonight. He won’t bother you again. And if he does, in the coming days or weeks, and I’m not around, then you come and tell me. I’ll give him a good fright, and he’ll leave you alone.”

“Thanks but… why would you do that for me? You hate me.”

Sirius chuckles at that, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t hate you. You’re annoying, but I don’t hate you.”

“Oh…”

His touch is infinitely gentle when he rests his hand on your arm.

“You can go back to sleep. Don’t worry, he won’t bother you again tonight. I promise.”

Slowly, you nod, a little too stunned to complain or argue or discuss what has just happened. Instead, you walk back to your apartment, lock the door, and go back to bed, thinking about the way Sirius’s hands looked gentle without his rings…

You’re in a hurry this morning. Your brain has not finished to process everything that has happened last night, but this will have to wait. You must rush to the shop, and you can’t find your bloody wand…

Ha! There! What is it doing under the couch? Never mind, you need to hurry, and you need to hurry now!

Only, when you open the front door, you almost trip onto a large black door sleeping on your threshold. A huge black dog, as a matter of fact.

“What in Merlin’s beard…?!”

His ears perk up at the sound of your voice, and he looks up at you with dark grey eyes that remind you of someone…

But it’s impossible, of course. That must be his dog, though. Since when does Sirius has a dog though?!

The animal slowly stands, a real giant, all dark fur and intimidating growls, until he’s shaken some sleep off its frame, and then he looks up at you, as if expecting a command.

“Hi,” you say, feeling foolish, but finding nothing better to say.

The dog merely comes closer, slowly, ears down in submission, as if he’s worried to scare you away. You hold out your hand, and he hurries to rub his snout into it, licking your fingers.

You giggle at the sensation.

“You look intimidating, but you’re a good boy, aren’t you?”

He barks in agreement, and you give him scratches as a reward.

“Who do you belong to, huh? Are you Sirius’s dog?”

The dog merely licks your fingers again.

“You look the part, at least. You fit the motorcycle-and-leather-jackets aesthetic.”

A few scratches more, and you finally remember that you are running late…

“Shoot!”

You lock the door, hurry towards the stairs. But you stop the dog when he tries to follow.

“No, no, no! I’m going to work, you stay here. I’m sure Sirius will be back soon. You stay here.”

The dog blinks, but sits anyway, letting you go.

For the whole trip to the store, you wonder who this dog belongs to, and who would let him sleep outside like this. If he really did belong to Sirius, he would hear about this…

Your day is a weird one.

After arriving almost late, but not quite, you spend your morning being busy and running around the store looking for the right ingredients for various potions and clients. And yet, several times during your shift, you feel someone looking at you.

The first time, it’s Sirius, who’s squinting on the other side of the glass door. He looks away the second your eyes land on him, and you’re almost certain that he blushes, although you didn’t think it to be possible to make Sirius Black blush.

The second time, it’s the black dog again, who remains sitting by the door under the falling snow for about ten minutes before leaving.

The third time, it’s the dog again, you see him being petted by a customer as she walks out of the shop.

But if the dog belongs to Sirius, then you guess that he’s been around several times throughout the day, which seems odd. Also, you want to chastise him for leaving the animal alone in the cold for extended periods of time throughout the day. Is he heartless?!

So, as you go home that night, you leave your coat in your apartment before heading to Sirius’s.

He answers on the second knock.

“Oh! Hi, Y/N!” he grins a welcome at you. “Need anything?”

“Yeah… I wanted to talk to you, if you have a minute.”

He merely nods, moving to let you inside.

You’ve been here a couple of times before, but you still appreciate the warm atmosphere of the large space that forms his living room. A huge Gryffindor flag is hung across the wall on the right, while windows let you see falling snow over the roofs of Diagon Alley on the opposite side of the room. A large chimney surrounded by comfortable armchairs and sofas, along with a soft red carpet seem to call for you.

“So? What can I do for you, Y/N?”

You turn to him again while he points at the sofa, silently inviting you to sit, but you remain standing. You cross your arms, and he frowns at the sight.

“Where’s your dog?”

Your tone is sharper now, and his frown only deepens, brows knitted together.

“My what?”

“Your dog. Huge. Black. Looks like he could bite my throat off.”

“I don’t have a dog.”

“Really? He’s been following me around all day. He was on my threshold this morning…”

“…Y/N…” he tries to interrupt you, but you don’t let him.

“No! Listen… Thank you for what you did last night. I was really… Thank you. Josh wouldn’t leave and you were most definitely helpful. But let’s be clear, I’m a big girl, and I can take care of myself! I don’t need your protection or anything, got it?”

You wonder why he’s smiling now, but he is all the same.

“Got it. Was just trying to be helpful.”

“You were.”

“Good.”

“Good. But your good action doesn’t mean that I’m going to accept any harm coming to this cute dog of yours!”

“I thought he wanted to bite your throat off.”

“He looked like he could. He was pretty sweet, though.”

“Hmmm…”

“Anyway… what’s wrong with you!? Leaving him outside all night and then in the street while it was snowing!?”

“Y/N, relax. I don’t have a dog, let me explain.”

“Then whose dog is it? Cause we have to find his owner, I’m going to throw hands!”

Sirius laughs, his usual, bark-like laugh, and your puzzled by the sound. It resembles a bark even more than usual.

Sirius heaves a sigh, shakes his head, apparently hesitating, but eventually, he takes a step closer.

“You have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone about this.”

“Why?”

“Because if you do, I might be arrested.”

Your eyes grow round.

Oh dear… the…

“…Potion. The potion! You’ve done something illegal with it!”

Sirius laughs again.

“The pearl dust you mean? It’s just a trick for my godson, for Christmas. How do you think the presents get under the tree without anyone carrying them in? The fellow is a rascal, standing watch all night to catch Santa red-handed. We need to get more and more creative each year. No, don’t worry, it’s nothing like that.”

“Oh… but then… what are you talking about?”

“Do you promise that you won’t tell?”

“Have you killed someone?”

“Of course not!”

“I don’t know, you were pretty… scary last night.”

“Did I scare you?”

“No… but Josh was ready to faint.”

He laughs again at that.

“I haven’t harmed anyone.”

“Okay… then, I promise.”

Sirius hesitates some more, before warning you not to freak out. You don’t have time to question him though, he’s already transforming into…

“… the black dog!”

You gasp at the sight, but you don’t back away when Sirius approaches under his animagus form. Instead, you reach out for him, giving him a few scratches between his ears, making him wiggle his tail happily.

“Oh wow… you’re an animagus! This is beautiful…”

He laughs as he changes back into human, the sound still somewhere close to a growl.

“Am I a good boy, then?” he teases, making you laugh. “No need to call for the animal welfare…”

“But… what were you doing around the shop today? And last night? Did you sleep on the porch?”

Sirius averts his eyes, and you have to double-check, but you’re certain that he is blushing right now.

“Ha, that… I didn’t mean to look like a creep or anything. But I… I was worried your ex would come back. Just wanted to check on you, ‘s all. I didn’t follow you around or anything! I just… went to check that you were alright at the shop a few times.”

“Why?”

He looks up at you with a slight frown, as if it is obvious, as if you’re stupid for not guessing.

“Because… I was worried about you.”

“About me?”

“Is it so surprising?”

“You hate me.”

“Again, I don’t hate you. You’re simply annoying the shit out of me. I like it, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

You blink, trying to make sense of all this, and Sirius looks at you with amusement.

“Is that why you were quiet last night? To not bother me?”

“Oh, the boys weren’t here. Busy week. We’ll be back at being insufferable next Friday.”

You roll your eyes at that, but Sirius laughs.

“I’m joking! I understand, okay? We’re too loud. We’ll keep it down from now on.”

“Right, okay…”

He bit his lip, ran a hand through his hair, in what you guess is shyness. God, you would have never thought to use this adjective to describe him. His rings catch the warm light of the fire burning in the hearth as he moves his fingers through his hair.

“Look, I… I’m sorry for the other night. Actually… for all the other nights. We’ll be more careful next time,” he says, and you raise an eyebrow in surprise.

You never thought you would hear an apology from him, even less so an earnest one, and yet…

“Thank you, Sirius. I’m sorry, too. It was petty and uncalled for.”

“No, you… you were right.”

He heaves a frustrated sigh, runs a hand through his long dark curls again, rebel strands falling before his eyes. You hold tightly onto the sleeve of your hoodie, refraining the sudden urge to push the curls away from his face, brush them behind his ear…

“Look, I… I don’t want us to be on bad terms,” Sirius goes on. “Could I make up for being a dickhead by buying you some fancy Christmas drink? My treat. As a token of good faith and a sign for peace in our building?”

He offers you his open palm, and you shake hands with a smile adorning both of your faces.

“Deal.”

“Any afternoon free this week?”

“Wednesday?”

“Then, I’ll buy you the fanciest cocoa I can find. And even some pumpkin pie, if you’re nice.”

“Sounds good.”

You’re reluctant to pull away but have to let go of his hand.

“Actually… scratch that,” Sirius shakes his head. “Would you go on a date with me?”

Your eyes grow round.

“A date? With you?”

“Yeah. On Wednesday?”

“But… with you?”

“Don’t act so surprised. You really think I play bodyguard for just anybody?”

You laugh at that, you can’t help it, even if you’re still quite stunned by the whole situation.

You weight your options, but then you look at him again, and the answer you want to give is obvious, even if he gets on your nerves all the bloody time…

“Okay. A date. On Wednesday.”

He grins, bright and infectious.

“Great! Awesome!”

“Great.”

“Great.”

You remain staring at each other for a moment, both of you trying to hide your excitement, until you finally clear your throat.

“I should…” you begin, pointing at the door.

“Sure… busy day?”

“You can’t imagine.”

“Hmm…”

You hurry towards the door, feeling overwhelmed by his nearness.

“See you on Wednesday then!” he calls after you as you reach for your own door.

“Sure! But it better be the best hot chocolate I’ve drunk, or I’ll ask for a refund!”

He laughs, and when you turn one last time towards him, Sirius is leaning against his doorframe, staring at you with a grin on his lips and mischief painted all over his features. He winks, and your heart skips several beats.

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t regret this.”

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simon x medic!ed!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: eating disorder thoughts, actions, consequences, fainting, unestablished relationship, mutual pining ftw

a/n: have this blurb of hurt/comfort that came to me while i work on requests and part 3 of pop. luv u <3

You wake up in bed with a horrendous stomachache. You tap your phone beside you, it reads 3:48am. You throw your covers off of you, covered in sweat.

You roll to your back before immediately curling up with your arms held tight around your stomach to stave off the cramping.

When was the last time you had eaten? Right. That's something that normal people do.

It had only been…two.. three.. you count in your head. Four…days? That's not that bad, is it? You’ve gone longer.

Another pang shoots through your midsection. Noone else would be in the rec room to watch you eat.

Cereal. Cereal is what your stomach wanted. Something sweet and full of sugar and carbohydrates. You think you’ve seen a box of Choco Rice in the cabinet.

Your brain fights back equally, the Chinese takeout you had the other day with everyone would be enough to hold you over until lunch tomorrow. It was full of carbohydrates. More than enough, surely. You could throw the cereal up after too, that was always an option.

You should know, as a medic, how nutrition works. Of course you know and you tell others, but ignore every bit of logical information when it comes to your own wellbeing. You don’t count in that particular equation.

“Fuck it,” you mumble to yourself as you turn over to throw your legs over the side. You don't even bother with slippers and you open your door as quietly as possible, the other hand gripping the hem of your damp shirt.

Your vision goes dark around the edges and you reach out for the wall of the hallway to stabilize you. You touch a hand to your forehead before moving on.

You enter the rec room at the end of the hallway where the hulking figure of Simon is leaning over a steeping cup of tea. He turns at your rather noisy entrance.

Shit. You didn’t want anyone here. You can always take it back to your room.

Dizziness fills your head and you become unfocused, still leaning against the doorframe.

“You alright there?”

“Yeah, uh, I…,” you take a few steps forward and another cramp twists in your stomach, hunching you forward.

“Clearly not,”

“No, I, sorry, I just feel dizzy, just forgot to eat yesterday,” you explain wildly trying to complete your mission before you get asked any more questions.

You know Simon is watching your every move. You try to control your movements, to try to stop your hands from shaking as your blood sugar is dropping dangerously low.

You open the cabinet and grab out a bowl for yourself. You stare at the empty bowl on the counter for longer than necessary, trying to make your eyes focus on the task at hand. The more you stare the harder it is to stay standing straight, you realize.

Simon gets close to you, and you feel a hand at your back. You tip backwards and crumble. “Fuck,” is the last thing you hear.

You come to on the rec couch, letting out a whine.

“There you are, love.” Simon comes into view.

“Now you want to tell me why you just passed out on me?”

Your face goes red and you want to implode and disappear. You cover your face with your inner elbow.

“No hiding. Tell me. Please.”

“I…I haven’t eaten.” you nearly whisper.

“Right, in how long?” his long fingers graze over your other arm, like he’s trying to calm a scared cat.

“Just since yesterday morning,” you lie.

You see his eyes catch your glance over, you know you’ve been caught. Why did you even try with him? It’s like he has a sixth sense. You know this.

“Try again.”

“Four…four days.”

“Let’s get something in you so you don’t pass out again, that sound okay?”

You nod in agreement.

“You stay here, I’ll bring you something.” He touches your arm again to reassure you.

“‘kay.” you mumble out, turning on your side. Your vision is better and you can focus a bit, but you don’t let your eyes wander, it makes your stomach drop. You close them to be safe.

You don’t know how long you lay there with your eyes shut, ears listening to Simon puttering around the stove.

“You want to sit up for me?” Simon is there, holding a plate above you. You don’t know what it holds.

You manage to prop yourself up a bit backed up to the armrest, bending your legs to sit cross legged. You realize you probably look ragged and pathetic to the lieutenant.

Simon lowers the plate to put in your lap, you finally see what mystery food he made you.

It’s still steaming scrambled eggs and a piece of buttered toast. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head. It’s a lot.

He reads your mind before you can speak.

“Don’t expect you to finish. Just need something in you. We can figure out the rest in the morning. The real morning.”

You smile at him, picking up the fork. You look down at the plate. You choose a medium piece of egg to stab first.

“Ill just be in there cleaning up, okay, love?” You look up at him and give a small nod before turning back to the daunting task in your lap.

Not all of it. Just a little. Just enough.

You lift the fork to your mouth and the moment the eggs hit your tongue you salivate. You realize how desperately hungry you really are. They’re buttery and salty and perfect.

Before you know it, there's another forkful and another, a few bites of toast too.

Your stomach is protesting at the sudden change but you can tell you’ll be able to keep it down this time.

Simon made it for you. You have to keep it down. You can’t let him know how long this has really been going on, they’ll discharge you and it’ll be a big fuck up. You’d gone too far already, fainting in front of your team, by god. Simon walks back into the room to check on you.

“You did great, love.” You give him a small smile before turning back to the tv to watch whatever late night talk show was on.

You set the nearly empty plate on the coffee table in front of you. The sight of it makes you sick.

He sits next to you with an arm around the back of the couch. You curl up into his side, trying to suck up the warmth he’s radiating.

His arm moves down to your shoulder and he pulls you in closer. You don’t fight your drooping eyelids as you listen to the talk show and the air slowly filling and exiting his lungs.

Your breathing evens out eventually and Simon smiles down at you. You fell asleep cuddled into him, arm slung around his middle, gripping his sweatshirt in one fist with every bit of energy left, silently telling him not to leave.

“Little medic needs to be looked after too.”

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Act 12

Episode 11: Each of Our Depatures

Working w/ Maybelle Lace

Note: As you read, you will see that some sentences highlighted in a different color, this is what they indicate. Pink: Flashback Blue: Characters are acting

Taichi: Well, I'm off then!

Juza: Same.

Izumi: Take care.

Omi: It's only a little bit, but I've put some pre-made side dishes and dessert in the fridge, so please feel free to eat them.

Izumi: Thank you!

Banri: See you later, Director. I'll be in touch.

Izumi: Yeah, see you.

Masumi: I'm staying too.

Tsuzuru: Then there'd be no point to any of this.

Izumi: We went over this extensively yesterday.

Masumi: ...Then video call me daily. 24 hours a day.

Itaru: Scary.

Tsuzuru: You're sticking to her even more closely than when we're in the dorms.

Izumi: Everything will get back to normal in no time.

Muku: It's only for now.

Kumon: It'll be like going on summer vacation.

Kazunari: Totally. It’s a little sad, but it'll all be okay!

Misumi: Until then, I'll keep looking for triangles!

Yuki: See you soon.

Tenma: Be careful while you're alone.

Izumi: I will. See you soon!

Itaru: Since Sakyo's curfew decree no longer holds, I'm free to do all-nighters.

Izumi: Please don’t overdo it!

Chikage: Call me if you need anything.

Azuma: You can contact me even if you don't need anything.

Guy: You are always welcome to come to the bar.

Izumi: Got it!

Sakyo: Alright, I’m counting on you. If you ever feel like you're in danger, call me anytime.

Izumi: Roger that.

Homare: Well, I'll be off then. I'll make sure to write plenty of poems while I’m back home. I look forward to performing them for you.

Homare: Hisoka, please do make sure to keep a record of your marshmallow intake so you don't run out of them.

Hisoka: ...I know. I'll just find some new marshmallows.

Izumi: Let me know if you find any.

Tsumugi: I'm off. Thanks for looking after the dorm.

Izumi: Leave everything to me. Take care.

Tasuku: When I get home, I'll try to reflect on myself so that I can face the play with a new mindset.

Izumi: Sounds good!

Izumi: (The dormitory suddenly feels so quiet with everyone leaving one by one.)

Banri: Disbanding?

Tenma: Are you serious?

Izumi: Not at all. But, considering everything, I think this is the best way to go.

Izumi: If we all work together, I'm sure we won't lose to Amadate.

Izumi: But I definitely don't want to put everyone in danger.

Izumi: That threatening e-mail demanded that the troupe be disbanded, right?

Izumi: So I thought it would be a good idea to have everyone move out of the dorms and pretend that the troupe has been disbanded.

Sakyo: If rumors of disbanding get out, even Amadate might be fooled by it.

Izumi: If we all work together and gather enough materials to corner Amadate in the meantime, we might be able to resume our performances with peace of mind.

Izumi: Honestly, because of this situation, I want all of us to be together. I don't want us to fall apart.

Izumi: But we have to break up for everyone's safety for now.

Izumi: Even if we live in different places, I believe that we'll all continue feeling the same way.

Sakuya: Izumi...

Izumi: What will you do now, Itaru and Chikage?

Itaru: I can't relax at my parents' house because my older sister is there, so I'll just rent a monthly apartment for a while.

Chikage: For me, well, I have a lot of places available to me.

Itaru: Will Sakuya be staying with you?

Chikage: I have a place I can prepare for him.

Citron: I'll be living in a hotel for a while, so you can stay with me!

Itaru: As expected of a celebrity.

Tsuzuru: My house is small and noisy, but I can arrange for a place to sleep.

Masumi: There’s plenty of rooms at my place. You don't have to come though.

Itaru: Then why even bother pointing that out.

Sakuya: Thank you very much. But I’ve already decided where to go, so I’ll be fine.

Chikage: Is that so?

Izumi: Where will you be staying?

Sakuya: Kasumi was the first to invite me, so I'm planning to stay with him for just one night.

Izumi: For one night? What about after that…?

Sakuya: I've been seriously thinking over what I can do and what I wanted to do until I stepped on stage as Saku again.

Sakuya: So I thought about going on my first ever solo trip before the performance, but I gave up on doing it because there wasn’t much time.

Sakuya: Besides, I also have homework that you gave me, Izumi!

Tsumugi: I agree, as Izumi said, it might be best to pretend to break up.

Sakyo: If we want to be safe, that's the way to go.

Izumi: Oh, and one more thing, if you don't mind, I have some homework for you.

Izumi: While you're away from the dorm, I want you all to think about what your life would be like if you hadn't joined Mankai Company.

Izumi: Then compare that hypothetical life with the life you have now and the life you want in the future.

Izumi: After finding your reason why you want to stand on the Mankai stage as a member of this theater company, I hope you all come back.

Muku: That's...

Izumi: Of course, I haven’t given up on our future performances or the Fleur Award.

Izumi: But, in this current situation where we're at our lowest, I don't know for sure when we will be able to perform together again.

Izumi: I don't want to leave everyone in a dark situation where the future is uncertain.

Izumi: That's why I want each of you to step away from the company and reconsider your reasons for wanting to remain in the company.

Izumi: If everyone comes back after doing that, I'm sure the new Mankai Company will become a theater company stronger and more united than ever before.

Izumi: Of course, no matter what conclusion you reach, I will support that answer.

Izumi: So, please...

Juza: Got it. I'll take this opportunity to face myself again.

Azami: It could be a good opportunity.

Sakuya: After hearing your words, I felt like I could finally face my hometown, which I’ve been afraid to confront for so long.

Sakuya: I am sure that now is the time for me to set off on my journey. I'm not afraid anymore because I know you will be here waiting for me.

Izumi: I see...

Izumi: (When I think back to during our debut performance when he played as Romeo, he was terrified that his place would be taken away from him. He has grown up a lot since then.)

Izumi: I hope you have a safe and enjoyable journey. Please be careful.

Sakuya: Look forward to seeing your souvenirs! I’ll be off!

….

Kabuto: (I never imagined my old man would resort to such extreme measures... He's truly a scary opponent.)

*Phone rings*

Kabuto: ...

Aoshi: "Hey Kabuto, what’s your deal with skipping today's regular practice without permission?"

Aoshi: "Are you just sleeping at home again?"

Kabuto: I can't show up to practice for a while. Starting tomorrow, you'll be in charge in my place.

Aoshi: "What? Wait, what's that supposed to mean—"

Kabuto: And don't come near my room for a while.

Aoshi: "...Is there a problem?"

Kabuto: That concludes any business talk.

Aoshi: "Okay, okay. I get it. You won’t explain. At least I understand the situation regarding practice."

Aoshi: "However, since you're the poster boy of Hyakka Theater Company, it'll be troublesome if you don't come back soon."

Kabuto: I'm sure even my old man understands my value as a commodity.

Aoshi: "...Seems like this is related to Mr. Amadate after all. Please keep your parent-child conflicts in moderation."

Kabuto: You should be saying that to him instead.

Kabuto: (I’ve left the affairs of the theater company to Aoshi, but what should I do moving forward...?)

Kabuto: (It's likely my old man already knows that I tried to leak information to Mankai Company.)

Kabuto: (Since I don’t have all the necessary information yet, it feels like I’m being misled, and because of that, there’s a possibility that my movements will become restricted.)

Kabuto: (How can I contact Mankai Company without leaving any traces behind...?)

Subordinate: Mr. Kabuto.

Kabuto: …!

Subordinate: Will you come with me peacefully? I don't wish to be rough with you.

Kabuto: ...Tch.

Subordinate: Please hand over all of your devices.

Kabuto: … It’s just this.

Subordinate: Now then, this way please.

*thank you guys for your patience. Hopefully I’ll have a regular update schedule for everything by tomorrow!

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[diabolikpersonals]

kanato cl endings!! this is my new favorite kanato route!! and for once, I think the good ending is more satisfying than the bad one lol

euphoria end:

in the church, kanato concludes that he just can’t ignore the sakamaki brothers. he has all kinds of feelings for them, including jealousy and contempt, and because of that, he won’t be able to part with them easily. (thats the most backwards way to say you love them I’ve ever heard, but I’ll take it!! good job, kanato!!) but outside, the scarlet and violet families are arguing over who gets to go inside and steal eve. ayato and laito are standing guard, and even though they’re SO outnumbered, ayato declares that they’ve got no choice but to stop em. and laito says it’s for his oniichan’s sake ^^

kanato… [wiping tears] …wants to go save ayato and laito. he can’t leave them, because they’re brothers who have been together since before they were born.

before he goes, he and yui stand at the altar and yui comments that it feels like a wedding, but kanato refutes that they can’t possibly have a wedding without wedding cake. they have a ring, though! because kanato bit yui’s ring finger earlier and it left a scar. so, because it might be their last time, they exchange vows and kiss.

…which is, of course, the key to leaving this place. everything goes white and they’re back in the real world. yui thinks ayato and laito are dead for a sec, but theyre just snoozin. karl heinz shows up, explains the whole thing, and gives kanato a pat on the back and tells him it’s time to inherit his powers.

kanato says, no way!! I won’t be king. I once thought that I didn’t care about those other guys, but I’ve just realized I have all these complicated feelings about them, and I don’t know what I’ll do if those guys are gone. so I won’t be all alone like you, father.

karl heinz is like “lmao…I’ll give u a little more time” and he disappears. time to go home. kanato jokes that they can leave ayato and the others behind, but he’s not serious >_> so they get to work waking em up. kanato says that he never thought such a day would come, but he misses how noisy the sakamaki house is. (awwww…!!)

back at the sakamaki house, the triplets + yui are studying together for a makeup exam. ayato and laito start goofing off after ten minutes, but kanato is SERIOUS because reiji hid all his sweets so he NEEDS to pass. he kicks his brothers out so he can focus, then grumbles that he should’ve left them at the miniature garden (LMAO) but yui’s like “aww, you’re totally having fun.” they make out and kanato says he loves her no matter where they are, and all’s well that ends well!! good for them!

labyrinth end:

yui confidently tells kanato she’ll trust whatever his decision is, and he’s like “okay. I want to murder everyone.” yui is all UMMM anything but that, please??? but he’s not listening. he sucks her blood till she loses consciousness

it suddenly cuts to carla whipping ruki and shin till they pass out, which is awesome but very unexpected. it’s the first we’ve seen them since they got captured lol. subaru arrives to tell carla that eve is at the church, so off we go!!

at the church, ayato and laito have gotten their asses severely kicked by scarlet fam. yuma also collapses and shu’s like “yuma….!” which is enough otp crumbs to keep me fed all week, thank you very much. carla arrives on the scene and starts shittalking with reiji, but then…!!

………..when yui wakes up, she sees kanato is covered in blood and she’s like “oh god we have to treat ur injuries!” and of course kanato’s like “dont worry, it’s not my blood ^^” he happily tells her that he’s almost finished taking care of things here, and he continues his unspeakable violence. he’s killed everyone and they’re the only ones left. he hugs her, and the blood he’s covered with is still warm.

well it doesn’t work; they don’t go home. (not that this would work anyway, but aren’t ruki and shin still alive in the violet dungeon? am I wrong���? did carla kill them? whatever.) yui faints and can’t speak, so kanato moves her around like a doll. they’ll live forever in this world, then, just the two of them. it’ll be awfully quiet.

back in the real world, karl heinz is like “my friend. did u get my sons killed” and socrates is like “sowwy :( I just didnt think it was worth it to lose my best friend to some immature adam.” karl heinz says it’s ok, and socrates suggests reversing time. karl heinz is like sure, yeah, let’s reverse time and have them try again. (EXCUSE ME???? EXCUSE ME????????????? COULD U DO THAT THIS WHOLE TIME. THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING) so I guess they, uh, reverse time and try again????.?.??

[airplanned]

WIP Wednesday

My motivation has been in the gutter for a long while now. So I have made the decision that for the rest of the year, I'm only going to work on what I want to work on, when I feel motivated to do so.

With that in mind, here's the start of a One Piece one shot!

1.

Luffy has taken jumping onto people. 

Nami and Usopp can't take his weight (which honestly isn't that much, and some push ups wouldn't hurt either of them), and they tend to squawk on impact, their knees nearly buckling as they stumble to right themselves. Nami will shove him off until he's just hugging around her neck, and then she leaves him to rub his head against hers like a cat while she continues with whatever she was doing. Usopp will laugh when he recovers from his surprise and hook his arms under Luffy's legs and try to shift the weight with several hopping hefts until it's more comfortable. It never gets comfortable, and it never lasts long before Usopp sets him down.

Luffy will shout Zoro's name and leap from the rigging and land on Zoro's back, and (unlike Usopp) Zoro won't shriek and crumple to his knees.  Instead, he'll carry his captain around like a backpack until Luffy finds something better to do.  Again, Luffy's not heavy, and Zoro can still go about his business without any problems unless one of the arms wrapped around his head slips down to cover his eyes.  

Zoro's strong.  He isn't gonna complain and make people think his injuries are bothering him.  Because they aren't. (Fuck off.)

He's not going to tell Luffy he can't do something that's not hurting anybody and not bothering him.

Also Zoro's kind of curious how long Luffy will stay there.  How long he can carry him.  He kinda makes a game of it, seeing if Luffy can beat his previous record.  One day he carries Luffy around the whole afternoon, then when it's dinner time, the waiter snipes them like he's somebody's mom that they can't sit down to a meal like that.

"We can do what we want," Zoro says, kicking his chair around to sit in it backwards at the table.

"Yeah, we're pirates!" Luffy says, stretching out an arm to grab his plate from the table and hold it over Zoro's shoulder.  "I bet we can do this all day!  A whole twenty-four hours!  Right, Zoro?"

Zoro raises that bet to "Thirty-six," and holds up a fist.  Luffy knocks his own fist against it in agreement.

The waiter's face does that thing.  That twitchy thing where it looks like behind his eyes, he's gotten so confused that something's short circuited and he's reset back to his base state of stupid bemusement.  "He's...going to get crumbs in your hair?"

Luffy's wet and noisy chewing very close to Zoro's ear goes suspiciously silent.  A hand brushes at the back of his head.

So, okay, yeah, that's a good point.  But it's a point the waiter has made.  So Zoro glares at him and snaps, "My hair's none of your business."

Before the waiter can reply, Nami lets out a disgusted, "Ugh."

That's the most he and Nami have spoken to each other today.  Zoro's aware enough to know that things between him and Nami have been strained ever since she'd left and then came back and everyone else was acting like it's all water under the bridge.  Zoro's not.  A mistrust has settled in.  Under his skin.  Something that he can see turning into a grudge if he lets it fester long enough, but also he doesn't see himself doing anything to stop it from festering.

It's annoying.  Because he...well, he doesn't miss her, because she's right there and also he's low level ticked at her.  It's annoying.  Because she left.

Across the table, Usopp leans forward and narrows his eyes down to slits.  Slowly, he asks.  "How will you take a piss?"

The rest of the table goes very still.

Except for Luffy who answers with his mouth full, "Don't worry about it."

Everyone remains very still.

Yeah.  No. 

Zoro stands up and shrugs his captain off his back. 

"Awww!"

Turning his chair back around, he reclaims his seat.

"Thank you, Usopp, for that bit of rationality," the waiter says, passing around drinks (which are water of all fucking things) and sitting down himself, flipping his napkin across his lap with a flair. 

Pointing a finger at Usopp, Luffy informs him, "You're a bad pirate."  Then he swivels in his seat to turn the accusation onto Zoro.  "You too."  He pokes Zoro twice in the cheek.

"Yeah, yeah," Zoro says, piling food onto his plate.

[cheiyunn]

Kimisute main story [3部 ] Part 6

Side: GYROAXIA  

[Dreadnought Music office]

Kenta: Thank you for your work. What is it you called us in for today

Kenta: To ask for everyone to come means that this is an important discussion…

Mashu: I’d like to have you all participate in this

Kenta: 「Special project to celebrate Iryuu Koga’s return」..!?

Nayuta: …!

Miyuki: So, you want us to also participate in this sales ranking game thing…?

Kenta: (...usually I’d immediately say yes to this but at the same time I’d like to not corner Nayuta any more than already done… what to do…?)

Nayuta: …got it

Reon: You sure?

Nayuta: I’ll pummel him to the ground since at least now he’s thinking that there isn’t any out there that can best him

Mashu: …It’s good to hear you have motivation

Mashu: The release of the new songs related to the tie-ups will be aligned with this sales ranking project then

Nayuta: yeah

Kenta: I understand. Then, once we finalize the demo we’ll contact you again

Mashu: Do so. That is all.

Ryo: See ya later, president-san

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[Sharehouse]

--[A few days later]--

--[Door knocks]--

Kenta: Nayuta, how long do you intend to be holed up like that. Please, could you come out for a bit

--[Door opens]--

.

Nayuta: Don’t bother me

Kenta: Saying that, do you know how long you’ve been in there. I know its normal for you to do that, but do take some breaks in between

Nayuta: …you don’t need to tell me. I’ll rest when I need to

Kenta: You’re lying. Day and night, there’s a constant sign of you working

Kenta: It’s not just me, everyone else is just as worried

Nayuta: Tsk… shut up

.

--[Nayuta walks away]--

.

Kenta: Where do you intend to go?

Nayuta: Cause you’re so noisy, I’m going out for a walk 

Nayuta: ….Don’t tail me

Kenta: …I understand. At least just make it so you’re able to be contacted

Nayuta: yeah…

.

--[Nayuta leaves]--

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Ryo: …Kenken, how was Nayuta?

Kenta: Somehow got him to leave his room. He said he’d go out for a bit of a walk

Ryo: It’s normal for him to stay in his room but.. Nayuta seemed like he was more troubled than normal…

Ryo: Maybe, the thing about his dad is really bothering him

Kenta: I’d assume so. To add on that he’s already someone who pushes himself to the limit, I just wish he’d take care of himself a little more…

Ryo: Should we make something for when he comes home?

Kenta: Yeah. Preferably something easy to take in and filling… we need to factor in nutrition too…

Ryo: If there's anything I can do, just tell me okay. I want to help you too, Kenken

Kenta: …thank you, Ryo

[Park  /  In front of clinic]

Nayuta: ( Tsk… it’ll be a pain if they see the medicine. ….better hide it)

Nayuta: ( 「If you don’t take the medication properly and not rest enough, there’s a high chance that your condition could worsen」huh… Why now of all times…)

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[Sharehouse]

Reon: Welcome back. Were you able to catch a breather

Nayuta: That doesn’t concern you. Leave me be

Reon: If we do, you’ll just completely stop living like a human being 

Reon: You know that Kenta-san was super worried about you right?

Nayuta: One after another, all of you just butting in with your two cents…

Reon: If that really bothers you, then at least do the bare minimum for living activities

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--[Door opens]--

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Kenta: Nayuta, you’re back

Miyuki: You fi–nally left your room. For starters, it's a relief that you're alive and kicking

Nayuta: …I’m going back to my room. Don’t bother me

Kenta: At the very least eat a bit before you go back. You haven’t ate anything right, here, we made some

Nayuta: Don’t need it. Just hand me the water

Miyuki: Hah… could you cut the stoic-act in half? I’ll give you my jelly supplements so at least just take that and eat in your room

Nayuta: …hmph

.

--[Nayuta enters his room]--

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Reon: Kenta-san….

Kenta: It’s the usual thing. If we just leave it in the fridge, he’ll take it out when he feels like it

Kenta: At least he took Miyuki’s jelly supplements, so there’s one good thing

Miyuki: But still, how long does he intend to hole up like that? If he keeps exerting himself at that rate, he’ll really pass out no?

Kenta: I’d assume until the song is done but still… Perhaps I really should be more forceful towards him…

Miyuki: Doesn’t he get that if he really does fall it’ll all be for nothing…

Reon: The Nayuta from the past few days feels more and more like he’s running through and it’s hard to watch…

[iguessitsjustme]

Love Sea Ep 10 Thoughts

We have finally made it to the end of the show. I still have not watched episode 8 and I doubt I ever will. From what I have heard, the show and the story actually makes more sense to me than it does to people who have seen episode 8. That’s crazy. Anyway, I just made lunch and I got my juice so it’s time to watch. As always, here’s the disclaimer that I pretty harshly critique this show. If you think that will make you angry, don’t click the read more. Disclaimer done, let’s goooo:

Okay before I even start, how the hell do I have zits on the back of my neck. Where did these bad boys come from? One is right on my hairline. Hello? Go away.

Okay okay okay. I am going to go into this with an open mind actually. I am too tired and exhausted and sick to not at least try to enjoy this show. Also I was way too verbose for episode 9 and all of my thoughts were actually too long for tumblr. I ran out of characters. So gonna have to try to reign that in a bit today.

I beg your finest pardon but why the fuck is this episode one hour and twenty minutes long? Yeah this post is probably gonna end up too long too. Maybe I’ll just do two parts if needed. (it did not end up too long yay!)

Not gonna lie to you guys. I do love back hugs like this. As many problems as I have with this show and these characters…this? This is cute. See? I’m not always bitter! Just..most of the time.

Why mention the video clips that Rak’s dad apparently has just to say “oh it’s been taken care of. It’s not a problem.” That’s not how stories work. If you introduce a potential problem, you gotta let it be a problem or let the characters work to resolve it before it becomes a problem. Not just say “yep here’s a thing that should have been a main conflict but don’t worry. A character that only exists off screen and has only really had any sort of role for the past 2 episodes took care of it already!” Like…what?

Every day I am forced to be overstimulated by the nature of living in a city. Why do I live here I ask myself constantly? The answer is always because I can walk everywhere I need to go including to work and also because I love it. Just not…the idling trucks. The big engines. There is nowhere for the sound to go because it’s trapped by all of the tall buildings and I am on the bottom floor literally on the street. I walk out my apartment and boom. One of the busiest roads in my city. Anyway I digress. I have been overstimulated since June. The fall cannot get here fast enough.

You know I never fully understood how or when Mut fell in love with Rak. I still don’t know. I mean he was flirty on the island and they fucked but when did Mut actually fall so hard? I cannot pinpoint when his lust turned to love. It must have been a specific moment because it certainly wasn’t a slow build into love. Nope. One day Mut loves his island more than anything in the world and then he leaves it for Rak. Without a second thought. I just would like to understand when that happened. Sure, he liked Rak, but to love someone enough to give up your home? And I know he’s about to dip and go back home (without telling Rak) but I cannot figure out why he left in the first place. I know the answer is because he loves Rak but I did not see that until he actually fucking left the island. I did not see that until episode 6 when he finally maybe started respecting the barest minimum of boundaries.

Oh how this show looooooves its flashbacks. At least this one kind of makes sense. Though I wish it trusted its audience enough to know what Mut is calling back to.

Ew Vi. Mook run away girl. You deserve better.

Noisy neighbors go AWAY.

*eats my veggies* *considers blasting kpop*

*blasts Stray Kids* Congrats. Since you want to involve me in your conversation right outside my door, I get to involve you in my music taste. Just be lucky this isn’t an nc scene in Love Sea cause I’d blast that too. Make everyone uncomfortable.

Rak does not need Mut’s love to become a better person. Rak does not need love to be a better person. People are allowed to not want love for any reason. No one gets to make judgment calls on them for not wanting it. Full stop.

Surely the next words you’re gonna say are “Respect his boundaries and let him come to you when he’s ready, right? …RIGHT?

God damn it Mut.

Is Rak a dog that Mut is leaving behind? Why is he giving instructions on how to care for Rak? Rak is a grown ass adult and was fine before Mut entered his life. Like what the fuck is this?

Mut goes and says goodbye to everyone but Rak? What is with this farewell tour? Just fucking tell Rak that you respect his decision, but you can’t live like that anymore so you have to go. Don’t just…disappear from him while seeking out everyone else? What in the immaturity…

I am a bad person for laughing at Mut’s tears. But c’mon. This is just…too much. Just talk to him man. Just talk to him without trying to force your feelings on him or make him share what he’s feeling. My god. The DRAMA.

???? Boy you got a tattoo on your neck to remind you of him??? Which is it????

MAME really thought she did something with this drama. She really thought some message is landing here. It’s not. I’m bored. Just let them get together again so this can be over with my god.

A flashback to when Mut literally broke into Rak’s room…wait those aren’t the right words. He didn’t need to break in because HE HAD THE KEY when he should NOT have had the key.

Why the fuck did that get a romanticized flashback? Invading someone’s privacy is not romantic y’all what the fuck.

Well. That was a show. That I watched. Honestly, out of all of MAME’s offerings it was simultaneously the best and the worst. There was no sexual assault (that I am aware of, again I skipped episode 8). So that’s a plus. It is, however, the laziest writing I have seen from a BL in a long time. Is it a good show? No. Is it a good BL? No. Is it a good MAME show? Eh. Depends on the metrics. The story had structural issues as well as pacing issues. The cinematography needed work and that’s not something I am typically capable of noticing. The sound mixing was some of the worst I’ve heard in a BL. At least lately. The acting was fine. Actually, can someone give these actors some better roles for the love of god???? All of this to say. I am glad ViMook isn’t officially canon and I hope that Mook is able to get away from Vi cause that girl is awful. The end.

[alradeck]

Whole comic so far found here: https://caelumsky.thecomicseries.com/

So I'm going to start assembling a Caelum Sky Narrated Series on my youtube channel here: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCiSg4laObGuDFeg3orfKvVw This is something I've wanted to do for a while, and folks seem to like them, so it's time to heap more onto the plate, haha. THIS POSITION IS PAID: I'm a firm believer in paying folks for their time. Also bearing in mind this is entirely funded on my own, so be reasonable. Please include your rates/hr in your email to Juncagen@gmail.com! You don't have to be a professional voice actor to apply! But a clear, clean voice recording (ie, decent mic, no dogs barking in the background/ noisy AC) is essential!  Must be able to record/ send files  (through audacity, what have you)   Voice lines are recorded a chapter at a time.  If you've voice acted in the past, be sure to include that on the email! CHARACTER NOTES- When you're trying out for these characters, please use the lines provided. This helps me gauge people 1:1 VOICES NEEDED: Neri - Main Character - Demon/ dinosaur - Female - Early 20's Neri is optimistic, and often sassy. Bright, energetic at times, worn down and cynical at others. Smartass preferred. Can be higher or lower, would prefer ability to growl the dinosaur lines with the same tone as the human lines a little more as inflection. More Sultry than Perky. Less Catty, none ditzy, but plenty vibrant. Sample line: " Ah, wow, cool, I'm just here minding my business, but thanks for stabbing me again" - Raziel- Main Character - Angel/ Exorcist - Male - Mid to Late 20's Raziel is tired. Worn down, unhappy, not droopy-esque though. To the point. Frustrated. Lower-ish voice, but young enough there's still a hint of energy to it. Can be lighthearted, often not. Not gruff, but not emotionally embellished in tone.  Embodies the person who's leaving work in an hour but got a task that'll take 4 hours past that. That's Raziel. 500% done with the world also works. Sample Line: "Listen, it's been a long day, I've got a busy day tomorrow of answering stupid questions, so if we could just... move on?" - Cempe - Major character- Demon/ Big Worm - Female, mid 30's. Cempe enjoys chaos, and mostly enjoys screwing around with other people. Enthusiastic. Sick of everyone's shit upon meeting. Ready to tease the big details in front of you only to pretend she's never offered them. Energetic, almost comically diabolical. Playing the game where only she holds the cards. Looking for someone to be able to growl the words a bit when in big wiggily form. Big "wine mom' energy. Sultry as heck. Sample Line: "Oh i'm so sorry! You can't just waltz in here and expect answers! That's paid for in blood." - Priest (His name is Dave) - Minorish Character - Human/ Exorcist/ Priest - Male - 60's Fatherly, a bit older. More optimistic at times, but tasked with trying to keep charge of chaos. Lighthearted at points, helpful but cautious. Is used to cleaning up messes and making sense of bad decisions. Tired. But less tired than Raziel. Sample Line: "I keep telling you, we can't keep saving every sad-eyed animal we come across. And no pet demons!" - Katherine - Minor Character - Human - Mom -Female - late 30's Weathered. Sassy. Deeper smoker's esque voice (no comical smoking voices) Level-headed, apprehensive. Has had a rough life, but exists in calm currently (somewhat) Distrustful. Hard to convince. Sample Line: "If you can just ask doggy to not, uh, rip open any more walls, I'm sure it'll work out okay" - Amber - Minor/Majorish character - Human - Female - 4 and 8 years old. I can't rightfully expect someone to be able to replicate a literal child. I'm also not gonna dabble with doing hyper baby-ish voices. Looking for a lighter voice, quiet, happy. Optimistic, Bright. Impervious to seeing the bad side of things. Excited to have a giant dinosaur as a friend. Sample Line:  "That's just fine! If you stay here at the house, then we'll never have to deal with the other monsters!"

[clunelover]

Okay so, my cruise review! It was all in all pretty great. As parents will know, it is hard to have a real vacation with little kids. Mostly you just end up consumed with caring for them in a new location. So I’d say the cruise is a great option for giving parents of little kids some actually relaxing time on a vacation.

C is 5 and has some special needs (sensory stuff) and E is 9. There are 3 age groups for “camp ocean,” the childcare activity area. C was in 2-5, and E was in 9-11. C noped out of that immediately - really bored and wanted to be with the bigger kids. They let the 6-8 and 9-11 groups interact but 2-5 are more segregated. So he was jealous of E and probably overwhelmed too. So I was initially so frustrated - I’d been banking on camp ocean keeping them entertained so we could relax together a bit! I’d read online that the age groupings were strict and you couldn’t move up a group. Then of course towards the end, Jeremy asked if C could be in the next group up and they said “oh sure, he can do that but if he acts too immature we’ll move him down.” So then he had a great time and I was annoyed that I didn’t know we could do that sooner! Granted, I could have asked and did not.

So, the good things:

Camp ocean once we figured it out. We did let them stay up late one night there (but of course we were paranoid they’d call to say we needed to get them, so we couldn’t fully relax…just watched the talented mr ripley, which Jeremy had never seen and I knew he’d love. He did!)

FOOD!! The food was pretty good quality, some of it very good, but more importantly, just always having food available that everyone would like, and not having to PLAN FOOD which is like the worst part of being a weekday adult.

I loved being on the ocean. Walking onto the decks and seeing ocean in every direction. Being able to look out the window of the cabin and see the waves, day and night…it was just really unique and cool and something I’m glad I got to experience.

Getting to see some locations I wouldn’t have otherwise without a dedicated longer trip - thinking specially of Belize. I was fascinated by everything there, took lots of pictures of all the hand painted signs on buildings from the bus we were on. Now I know that’s a place I’d like to visit again for longer, but previously I would not have known that. Oh and we did a jungle hike and cave tubing there and that was awesome too.

Just overall vibe - everyone is there to relax and have a good time, and I did feel genuinely relaxed.

Less good:

CROWDED. Holy crap. We went during spring break which is their busiest time (something I hadn’t thought of, but - duh!) and our ship had a 5,000 person capacity and was almost full. So in some places, like the main pool and the chairs around it, it was overwhelmingly packed and noisy and chaotic. But also, surprisingly there were some places/times of day where some things were very open, so once we got the hang of that it helped. Like, the smaller pool was always almost completely empty after dinner. So then we started having the kids do night swims to tire out before bed once we realized that! It was very nice.

Saltwater pools. Not like fancy nice saltwater pools I’ve seen at some spas - like filtered ocean water, suuuuper super salty. I couldn’t swim in them too long, cause once I got enough splashes on my eyes they just wouldn’t stop burning (no I don’t own goggles). The kids had their googles but they’re not used to saltwater, so any time a little water splashed into their mouths they’d be hopping out of the pool looking for a drink of water to wash it out. In spite of this, they did still swim a decent amount. But I know they would have done more if the pools were not salty.

There definitely is a certain type of passenger that’s like what you’d think of as a stereotypical cruiser. A lot of people were very Obviously Republican. So you’ll hear some spouting off of Republican opinions! I tried to just roll with that cause like, I think any time you’re in a large vacation group setting, you might brush up against more republicans than usual. But I do get a little freaked seeing someone wearing a shirt that says “we the people” where all the letters are formed out of guns!!!

There was a casino on board and you can SMOKE in it! Mostly we steered clear but a couple times we had to cut through and it was so gross. I also find casinos generally depressing.

So yeah, that’s it! I wouldn’t say I’ve caught the cruising bug, but I have already found myself looking up some more to see what kind of deals there are and where else we could go! I think it’s a very good value. I’m also now super fascinated by all things cruise related and am watching videos posted by crew members talking about their work experience.

Ideally in the future I’d like to go to Real Places but for now that would just be a nightmare with the kids I think. Especially since they’re both very picky about food (but in different ways, haha).

[nicklloydnow]

“Hathaway has been famous for more years than she hasn’t and is well acquainted with the internet’s noisy opinions. She’s undergone an existential overhaul in the last five or so years—a period that coincided with giving up alcohol, new motherhood, turning 40, and treating herself with more grace. “This is the first time I’ve known myself this well,” she’ll later explain. “I don’t live in what others think of me. I know my own mind and I am connected to my own feelings.” Also: “I’m way quicker to laugh now.”

(…)

She certainly owns who she is. “I’m an intense person,” Hathaway says at the restaurant. We’re talking about how, when she was a three-year-old in New Jersey, she saw her mother play Eva Peron onstage and knew, in every cell of her being, that she wanted to act. “She’d come and see me in things and concentrate with the most rapt attention you can imagine,” her mother told a reporter many years ago. Hathaway’s parents—her father is a labor lawyer—tried to dissuade her from acting professionally. As her mother put it, “My husband and I had seen perfectly nice children become little monsters.

(…)

Hathaway goes all in on her characters. For her Oscar-winning turn in Les Misérables, she lost 25 pounds to play the desperate Fantine and suggested shaving her head after researching the time period and realizing it would be an authentic detail. She also requested more than 20 takes of “I Dreamed a Dream,” even though the director thought she’d nailed it on the fourth take. Hathaway tells me that sometimes while filming, she will be so in the zone that it’s like she leaves her body: “The truth is that you let go. You black out a little bit. You come up at the end and you’re like, ‘What just happened?’”

(…)

Michael Showalter, who made The Idea of You, says Hathaway cared about everything from the interior design of her character’s house to what pens she used. “She’s fiery,” he says. “She has deeply held feelings about things that can feel intractable. I’m a Gemini. Things change constantly for me. Once we put an astrological sign to it, that opened up the floodgates for us to communicate in a different way. I’m not joking. And I’m not an astrology guy, but even I was like, ‘Oh, my God. Of course. I understand you now. It’s just that you’re a Scorpio.’ ”

Well, yes and, as the saying goes. At least one reason Hathaway prepares so thoroughly for her roles is surprising and nonastrological. “I’d rather not be unseated on the day [of filming] by my anxiety,” she says. “Part of the way I can tell myself that I am okay is by having such a complete level of preparation that if I get a critical voice in my head, you can quiet it down by saying that you did everything you could to prepare.” Early in her career, she says, “I had a horrible anxiety attack and I was by myself and didn’t know what was happening. I certainly couldn’t tell anybody, and it was compounded by thinking I was keeping set waiting. Now I feel much safer going to someone in charge, pulling them to the side, and explaining, ‘I’m going through this right now.’ Most people will sit there with you for the 10 minutes it takes for you to come back down.”

(…)

When Hathaway’s star was first on the rise, everyone had an opinion about how she should handle fame: “All the advice that you’re given is to protect yourself. ‘Everybody’s dangerous and everybody’s trying to get something from you.’... People were advising me that I armor myself and keep that distance, and that I have two selves.” The outward-facing Hathaway, they meant, and the private one. But figuring out one identity is daunting enough, let alone two. “I found that terribly confusing,” she tells me. “So I don’t do it that way. I’m not armored.” Which is a boon for acting, because your emotions are accessible. But when you’re criticized, it’s acutely painful.

She doesn’t love to look back on the time when people mocked her for high crimes like, say, cohosting the Oscars as if it was an honor and mattered. (“When you do everything right and society hates you for it,” read a BuzzFeed story in 2015, “that’s Anne Hathaway Syndrome.”) In 2022, during a Women in Hollywood speech, Hathaway said that the vitriol toward her cut even deeper because it mirrored her own: “This was a language I had employed with myself since I was seven. And when your self-inflicted pain is suddenly somehow amplified back at you at, say, the full volume of the internet…. It’s a thing.” Says Gray, “We live in such a brutal, ironic, postmodern moment that everyone thinks if you’re sincere, you’re somehow full of shit.” Speaking about social media, he says, “It handles a certain kind of sincerity very poorly. It is much more attuned to a snarky viciousness, and it tends to demean a seriousness of intent and purpose.”

Hathaway tells me that period didn’t just mark a personal low. Even though she had won an Oscar, she says, “a lot of people wouldn’t give me roles because they were so concerned about how toxic my identity had become online. I had an angel in Christopher Nolan, who did not care about that and gave me one of the most beautiful roles I’ve had in one of the best films that I’ve been a part of.” She’s talking about when Nolan, who’d previously directed Hathaway as Selina Kyle in The Dark Knight Rises, cast her in Interstellar as a scientist sent to space with Matthew McConaughey. “I don’t know if he knew that he was backing me at the time, but it had that effect,” Hathaway says. “And my career did not lose momentum the way it could have if he hadn’t backed me.”

“Humiliation is such a rough thing to go through,” she continues. “The key is to not let it close you down. You have to stay bold, and it can be hard because you’re like, ‘If I stay safe, if I hug the middle, if I don’t draw too much attention to myself, it won’t hurt.’ But if you want to do that, don’t be an actor. You’re a tightrope walker. You’re a daredevil. You’re asking people to invest their time and their money and their attention and their care into you. So you have to give them something worth all of those things. And if it’s not costing you anything, what are you really offering?”

Hathaway is friends with her two-time costar Jeremy Strong (Serenity, Armageddon Time), the similarly committed and unarmored Emmy-winning Succession actor. Strong asked to write me an email about Hathaway rather than talking on the phone, ostensibly because he was in the midst of Broadway rehearsals for Ibsen’s An Enemy of the People but also, I suspect, because he wanted to get his thoughts exactly right: “In an age of increasingly curated and performed selfhood I think Annie has an understanding that any step away from authenticity—any cultivation of an idealized persona or bulletproof image—will necessarily erode what a person has to offer as an artist. Annie is committed to the steeper path of Growth. She puts her heart and her backbone into Growing. As an artist, as a woman, as a mother, as a friend. Siri Hustvedt once wrote ‘only the unprotected self can experience joy.’ I would say the same is true for Life and for Art: you have to cast off your protective covering to really experience it in an embodied way. I think Annie is interested in Joy; in joyfully doing her work and joyfully, consciously, living out loud. She does not hide and she is not afraid. Which makes her a radiant person and a fearless actor.” In short, why would anyone be hatin’ on the Hathaways?

(…)

I ask her about that moment. “Given the pain I felt while trying to get pregnant,” she says, “it would’ve felt disingenuous to post something all the way happy when I know the story is much more nuanced than that for everyone.” In 2015, Hathaway had suffered a miscarriage during a six-week run of the one-woman off-Broadway show Grounded. “The first time it didn’t work out for me. I was doing a play and I had to give birth onstage every night,” she says. When her friends came to visit her backstage after performances, she told them the truth: “It was too much to keep it in when I was onstage pretending everything was fine. I had to keep it real otherwise…. So when it did go well for me, having been on the other side of it—where you have to have the grace to be happy for someone—I wanted to let my sisters know, ‘You don’t have to always be graceful. I see you and I’ve been you.’ ” Her eyes well at the memory: “It’s really hard to want something so much and to wonder if you’re doing something wrong.”

Hathaway was shocked to learn that many of her friends had gone through similar experiences and found a study estimating that as many as 50 percent of pregnancies end in miscarriage: “I thought, Where is this information? Why are we feeling so unnecessarily isolated? That’s where we take on damage. So I decided that I was going to talk about it. The thing that broke my heart, blew my mind, and gave me hope was that for three years after, almost daily, a woman came up to me in tears and I would just hold her, because she was carrying this [pain] around and suddenly it wasn’t all hers anymore.” When she wrote that Instagram post, she says, “it was more about what I wasn’t going to do. I wasn’t going to feel ashamed of something that seemed to me statistically to actually be quite normal.”

(…)

Her new mindset is possible in part because she stopped drinking. “I knew deep down it wasn’t for me,” she says. “And it just felt so extreme to have to say, ‘But none?’ But none. If you’re allergic to something or have an anaphylactic reaction to something, you don’t argue with it. So I stopped arguing with it.” She wants to make clear that she’s not saying this from a place of self-righteousness or judgment. “It’s a path everybody has to walk for themselves,” she says. “My personal experience with it is that everything is better. For me, it was wallowing fuel. And I don’t like to wallow. The thing that I have faith in is that everybody else is going to have one or two drinks, and by the time everybody gets to two drinks, you’ll feel like you’ve had two drinks—but without the hangover.”

(…)

As a kid, she noticed how different men’s and women’s roles were in movies. “Young men were encouraged to pursue their desires and young women were encouraged to be desired,” she wrote to me after our interviews. “One is active, the other is passive. I always identified more with being active, which made me a misfit at times.”

Hathaway was told she had no sex appeal when she started in Hollywood, which she never believed: “I was like, ‘I’m a Scorpio. I know what I’m like on a Saturday night,’ ” she tells me. (The irony is that other people’s opinions about her sex appeal could exempt her from roles but not the industry’s predatory climate.) But the cultural definition of what was sexy was narrower then: “The male gaze was very dominant and very pervasive and very juvenile.” Because of what was being reflected back at her from movie screens, she spent her 20s, like many women, more concerned about optics than emotional well-being. In an email, Donatella Versace says of Hathaway, “Her power and beauty really caught my attention…but what gives her real strength is her kindness and compassion.”

(…)

These days, Hathaway tells me, “what I feel more comfortable with is letting things happen.” Though she doesn’t say it, that sounds like a significant step forward for someone shadowed by anxiety and by critics, including herself, for so long. Last year, Hathaway was captured on camera dancing to “Lady Marmalade” by Labelle at a Valentino after-party during Paris Fashion Week. “I turned and I realized I was being recorded,” she says. When I scowl, she says, “But I didn’t do that.” Instead, she told herself, “I’m in a nightclub and I’m dancing and this is the world. Don’t stop, don’t perform. Stay where you are because you feel great. Despite…” She stops herself. “Despite nothing. Why wouldn’t anybody wearing Valentino at a nightclub in Paris dancing feel great?””

“Like the rest of the style world, Annie was mesmerized by John Galliano’s epic, sweeping, haunting couture collection for Maison Margiela, which debuted in January in Paris, and is what she wears on one of the covers of this very issue of V. “I thought it was extraordinary. I got really into the leather work, the way it created a porcelain effect, the craft of it. The production value of the show, the way they combined dancers and models, the movement, it was so beautiful—the broken umbrella!” she says. When conceptualizing the shoot with Stephen Gan, V’s founder, and the creative director, “I mentioned how much I love menswear and how I am drawn to the visual language of masculine/feminine. And the shoot sort of grew out from there.”

We could talk about fashion for hours–“the makeup is snatched,” the shoot was “fashion but make it fashion”–so it’s a little surprising when Annie reveals she doesn’t truly identify as a fashion person. “I really don’t,” she insists. “I view myself more as a guest.” Conjuring Emily Blunt in The Devil Wears Prada, I sip tea dramatically while giving her a quizzical look. “I think it’d be an insult to someone whose education revolved around it, whose life revolves around it, who has done a full fashion cycle in multiple cities as opposed to just, like, getting invited to a show and an after-party. I think there’s a degree of stamina and schlepping involved in being a proper fashion person. I’m very grateful to be a guest. I mean, I’ve studied it, but it’s informal. I’m aware of the history. I love fashion photography. And I’ve been welcomed for a long time and been shown great kindness and generosity by people whose lives it is. But I’m an actress first.”

(…)

It’s important to note Hathaway is a producer on this film. That comes in handy when advocating for herself in film projects and developing new ways to go about things, like chemistry tests. “Back in the 2000s—and this did happen to me—it was considered normal to ask an actor to make out with other actors to test for chemistry. Which is actually the worst way to do it,” she says. “I was told, ‘We have ten guys coming today and you’re cast. Aren’t you excited to make out with all of them?’ And I thought, ‘Is there something wrong with me?’ because I wasn’t excited. I thought it sounded gross. And I was so young and terribly aware how easy it was to lose everything by being labeled ‘difficult,’ so I just pretended I was excited and got on with it. It wasn’t a power play, no one was trying to be awful or hurt me. It was just a very different time and now we know better.”

(…)

“To be honest, it never occurred to me that I didn’t have the power of a point of view, at least creatively as it related to my character. I’m really lucky. My first substantial film role, the second film I ever did, was The Princess Diaries. I was so generously invited into that process by Garry Marshall; he valued my take on being a teenage girl and elevated me to such a valued status on set that it never occurred to me on other sets that I didn’t have that same autonomy, or that same ability to collaborate. I always wanted to be pleasant. But I also always thought that having strong opinions meant I was doing my job.”

In January, Annie literally put on a producer’s hat. In the last scene of ‘Gutenberg,’ a two-person Broadway musical starring Josh Gad and Andrew Rannells, the play ends (spoiler alert, kinda?) with someone from the audience being pulled up to the stage to play the part of surprise producer to judge the performance. Hillary Clinton, Patti LuPone, Martin Short, and Steve Martin have all played the big reveal, and this night it was Anna Wintour and Annie. (Annie played Anna’s assistant, of course.) Annie looked good on a Broadway stage and I wonder how she felt up there. “Am I gross if I say ‘home’?” Honesty is the best policy. “Yeah, I really want that, there’s no hiding it,” she says. “[Being on Broadway] was my first dream, you know? And so many amazing, extraordinary things have happened to me but not that one yet. It’s a goal that is very, very much alive inside of me.”

(…)

“She’s going through a moment in her life when she is on the verge of becoming bitter. She experienced a trust trauma. And a trust trauma is a hard thing to come back from; all that sweetness is beginning to sour. That’s not a role I could have played on day one of my career. Also, I don’t know how else to say it but I just thought it was a fun premise. One of the points that the movie makes is something that really resonates with me: We have limited ideas of appropriate ways for women to be happy. And we react harshly and punitively when we feel that women have stepped outside those boundaries. I think that needs to stop, so I made a movie about it.” It sounds like she may know something about proving people wrong.

“I loved getting to play a character who has to come up against what the world thinks about her, how they’ve judged her, and decides to choose her own happiness. There’s this line where her ex-husband who left her, who is clearly threatened by her new choices, tries to shame her by saying: ‘Do you even know what people are saying about you?’ And you know what her response is?” Give it to me. “‘No.’ Period. I just loved that.””

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Chapter One

The anonymous agent

Who are you?

Present

The aromatic scent of the freshly brewed coffee and a little song played on the radio were enough for Minhae to get a little bit of peace from the busy life she was in. She hummed one or two songs in her head until the buzz coming from the little pager in her hand signalling that her peace had come to an end.

Although that day seems to be so peaceful for Minhae. Not getting caught in public, no spilled coffee like the other day, no noisy people in the street and no creepy stalker in her way. Other people would kill to get a peaceful day like that but for her, it was bad luck. A rare day like this would usually come with a greater chaos.

Well, she would still enjoy the day because only a day like this she would choose to freely show her face in the public. Only a day like this she would feel least worried although you never know what will happen later. For the first time in a while, there's smile on her face, her body felt light and her steps felt like its not touching the ground. But good things always last just for a while.

It stopped the moment her feet touched the company's ground. The guard ran to her like they have been waiting for her and that made her smiles faltered. Something bad must have happened.

"Am I late?"

"No, Miss Minhae. Director instructed me to accompany you to the meeting room. Let's go." Deep in Minhae's heart, she knew that the guard was not guarding her for nothing. The company was supposed to be the safest place for their artist to work. Why would they guard her in her own nest if it was nothing?

Once she reached the door of the meeting room, she took a deep breath before pulling the door with a distant heart. The room felt as if someone had dropped a bomb that would explode at any time. No one dare to break the silent until Director Kun did it himself.

"I'm just going to tell you straight to the point. Yesterday morning, Hana had witnessed something she shouldn't see. A murder. So, she had become the primary witness of the case. Since the murderer had not been caught, Hana is in a great danger. And that's include the others." Director Kun said with a heavy voice. To say that everyone was scared was an understatement. One could never underestimate a murderer who was on the run.

Without anyone noticing, Minhae pulled out her phone to take note of the start of the story. Even though the book disappeared, her memory don't and Minhae dreaded this day the most. She never thought this day would ever come.

"So, I hired three agents to be with the three of you. They will come around this evening. I hope you all will not wonder around until they come, okay?" All they could do was nodded to the director's instruction as this was about life and death. However, Minhae looked at the director shocked to hear that all three of them would get an agent each.

"Although it concerned the three of you, I can only hire the agent for Hana as she is most likely the main target." Director Kun said.

"Okay, you are dismissed." He walked out of the room with a huge sigh. Losing his precious artist by death was never on his list in his entire carrier.

The meeting room were left with an uncomfortable silent as they pondered on what was happening. Minhae scanned both of her members' face as she too felt a little bit overwhelmed. Although with a different reason from the others.

She was more confused on why the storyline would change. Or was it her memory that failed her? Even so, nothing could be certain when the story had just started.

Other than that, to say that Minhae felt concern for her members was an understatement. Hana looked gloomy rather than scared probably putting all the blame on herself when it was never her fault to begin with. While Dana, her other member looked scared like normal human would do in this kind of situation.

After a few minutes, they headed to the practice room with complete silence with only the footsteps can be heard. No one dare to say anything until Hana started to speak right after they safely made it to the practice room.

"I'm sorry girls, for putting all of you in this situation. I'm a very bad leader." She said with her head hanging low. No one could possibly explain how heavy her heart was from all the blaming she put on herself. Minhae sighed to herself and gave Hana the hug she seriously needed even though it was never enough to wash any of the bad thought away.

Minhae too, could never imagine how it was to be in Hana's shoes but at least, she understands how foreign and scared it may be. Hana had never chosen to be the main character.

"It's not your fault that you've seen such a gruesome sight. Don't beat yourself up because of it." Minhae assured Hana and that made a smile formed in her face.

"Don't think about it too much. Let's practice." Dana said. The shocked had fully gotten into her but she was not strong enough to assure herself, let alone to assure others.

All of them except Minhae seems to be in their own world. No one had imagined to ever be in this rare situation that would only happen in a novel.

But Minhae knew and believe that nothing bad would happen to any of them. They will finally go back to how it used to be.

They practiced by themselves until the clock stroke 12 in the afternoon. That was until their manager, June and three other people came into the practice room. Seeing that the agents that the director had hired had finally came, made almost all of them sighed in relieved.

Except Minhae whose face had shown that she looked rather shocked than relieved. Although no one noticed the looked on her face.

"Okay, girls. From now on these three guys will be your personal bodyguard." Minhae scanned the faces of the three people. Although she only read about them, she felt like she knew how their face would look like. Except that one guy that had never appeared in the storyline.

"Agent Cao Yuchen. I will be guarding Miss Hana." Agent Yuchen said with a cheeky smile. Minhae scanned his whole appearance and nodded approvingly.

"Agent Moon Chani, will be guarding Miss Dana." This time, Minhae only looked at him for a glimpse as she felt like someone was staring at her.

"Agent Ahn Yuri, guarding Miss Minhae." He gave Minhae a sweet smile which she just nodded awkwardly.

She had prepared herself for the past three years to meet new faces that would be in their life. However, that one guy with a name she did not know of scared her.

She could only wondered why the storyline would change. What was the function of giving her the heads up on what would happen in the future when it didn't even happen the way it supposed to happen.

"Okay I think that's all for introduction. You going to be free all evening. So, see you tomorrow!" June said with a bright face. Other people would mistaken that he just wins a lottery with that smile of his.

"Do you want to get lunch?" Hana awkwardly asked when June had left the room. Dana agreed happily while Minhae felt hesitant about it.

"Watch out!"

"Shield them from the bullet!" The agents had flipped the table to use it as a shield, covering all of them. Now they know, the murderer was not just an individual. But rather a group of people.

Minhae knew what would happen later although she was not so sure this time. But she wanted to put her theory to the test. She wanted to see whether the attack would happen if she was not going to be there.

"I have something to do in my studio. You two can go." Minhae said, earning a nod from Hana and Dana. She felt relieved that they did not ask anything until she remembered that now, she need to be alone with Agent Yuri which she did not think it through. She could only blame herself if Agent Yuri turned out to be the secret villain of this story.

Along the way to her studio, no one said anything. Minhae with her own thought while Agent Yuri just being professional doing his own work.

Entering Minhae's workplace, Agent Yuri scanned the whole room in awe. The room smelt sweet, and the arrangement suit Minhae the most. Simple but pretty.

Without, Agent Yuri noticing, Minhae looked at him from the reflection of her computer. Although Agent Yuri was an agent, one could never confirm if he was a villain or just a side character. On the inside, Minhae felt as if she was going to die anytime soon. Even when Agent Yuri did not give the vibe of a villain. For now, she just going to put a distance between them. Just to be careful.

Only the song fills the silence between them and Minhae thought it was better that way. She used to it. Although time to time she would spare a glance to him. He would sit there with a serious face and observed anything she do. The silence went on until his phone rang.

The attack.

[pumpkinpot]

Could you write Chubby!Levi x Fem!reader ? I mean imagine him with curves like his face is filled out , his cheeks are chubbier , his waist is getting plumped without forgetting his cute rounded tummy (fluff)

Okay, but could you imagine him gaining happy weight?

Like he's always been small, especially as a kid, but post-war when he's able to relax a little bit and settle down? Here is what I have in mind.

You two met briefly while he was still active military. It was a long time ago, there wasn't much exchange. He was there to ask you a couple of questions about some MPs that were causing trouble.

Usually, it wouldn't be his job to take on such a mundane task but the trouble the MPs were imposing did affect the scouts and pixis felt Levi needed a day to do something less blood-soaked after their last failed mission.

You were a bakery owner. Rationing had hit everyone hard but especially people who made their living in food. you made what little you could throughout the day and some newer mp recruits had taken to believing you owed them for their service. This resulted in a large portion of your scarce inventory being forcefully taken per day.

After getting the information Levi needed from you, including the time they usually show up he came back meeting the perpetrators at your counter. He almost didn’t have to do anything. Seeing him was enough for them to know they fucked up, but the unease in your eyes pulled a string in Levi’s chest. 

He put a stop to their egos with significantly less force than he felt it warranted, but breaking your bakery furniture wouldn't help you and that’s technically what he was trying to do. 

In return, you gave him a scone. It wasn't anything like you made before, but it was all you could reasonably give. He took it hesitantly seeing your pastry case already getting low for the day but with a little insistence, he took it.

All day long he thought about it sitting in his horse saddle bag, but wanted to eat it properly with tea so he waited. By the time he got to it, it was squished and crumbly but still, he made his tea, sat down at his desk, and took the first bite.

That was it. That scone was on his mind for years and in connection, you.

.

Post-war he'd been given a little flat in town. It was so noisy and the years he'd spent jumping from building to building made walking the streets without threat feel somehow more dangerous. but he found peace in a little bakery in the studio below him.

He didn't pick the apartment but whoever did really couldn’t have picked better for him.

Now your business was booming with customers constantly asking for big doughy cheese croissants and sweet jam-filled Danishes, but somehow you always found time to have a cup of tea and a scone at the corner table ready for him a few minutes before close.

One scone often turned into two and leftovers were always for him to take if he wanted. Of course, he only ever accepted if you split it with him over a cup of tea.

Sometimes this was in silence, other times gentle conversation about the city's revival. Both were saturated in the comfortability of one another's company and often even after the food was gone you'd just sit there basking in the post-food glow.

He hadn't noticed the change in him. He did notice the comfortability he found in his bones now. he wasn't as agile as he was and the felt good. It meant he had enough peace in him to not need to upkeep that harsh regime anymore. Don't get me wrong he was strong and still retained a solid portion of his muscle, but now it came with more bulk.

The first time he'd noticed it was when Hange came to visit. They decided to meet at your bakery rather than his place and when Hange saw him, they were in awe.

"look at you!" they say, pinching his cheeks and his filled-out hips. "I could barely get you to eat anything at camp, who is feeding you so well-"

The question cuts itself short by the smell of fresh cream cheese and toasted bagels. "On me," you say, setting one in front of either of them.

Hange looks down at the bagel and then at Levi, who was staring at you as you walk back behind the counter.

Hange watches his eyes with a sense of softness. They haven't seen him with a look of peace like that in years. Maybe ever.

His cheeks were full and his eyes light. For Hange it was the true sign that they could maybe start letting go. Like it was possible for them to build a life after death and grief as he had. 

They keep the sentiment to themselves as they take the first bite of the bagel. Hange’s eyes light up. "Oh that's good," they say, "that's it, I'm moving in with you."

. 

Bonus headcanon

I was thinking of getting a civilian job, “he says, washing down the flaky pastry with a mouthful of tea. “I don’t think sitting as I have been is doing me any good.”

“what did you have in mind?’ You ask.

It was the question he hoped you wouldn’t ask but of, course was the most logical. He hadn’t actually found anything that he wanted to do yet. The job idea up to this post was just a brewing thought. “I don’t know yet.”

You hum a thought into your cup. “You know ,”you start, “I don’t actually have tea on my menu.”

He looks down at his cup the up at the chalkboard menu behind the pastry case. Sure enough no drinks were present at all.

“Though,” you continue, “I have been thinking of expanding to it. Though truthfully I don’t know much about tea.”

The warm drinks you’d made him were always fine but he did notice that you never strayed from making the same two over and over again.

“If you wanted, you could always help here, I can give you the contacts the vendors showing interest and you could tea test for me. I was going to ask you to go to the tasting with me anyways, but this way you could actually get paid and have a real say in the direction-”

“yes,” he says, “I’ll do it.”

A smile tugs at your lips. “Perfect.”

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goodness gracious 60. brb x oc

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December 31st, the day of her NYE party and she was nervous. She rushed all around her house to see if everything was right, if she had enough snacks  and if she set up the golden decorations just right. She still had her Christmas decor around, she wasn’t going to do it yet since officially Christmas time would end on January 6…which was also the day they’d visit Bradley’s mother so maybe she had to clean everything a bit sooner.

She also prepared a little hut for Jolene under the stairs, the city hasn’t been using noisy fireworks during the holidays for a while, which she was thankful for but she still prepared it either way knowing that at least if there was noise Jolene would be safe and warm with all her toys close by.

The ones who confirmed they were coming were literally all of the pilots and the girls, so she decided to keep her double glass doors open and place some seats outside, even getting a portable fire pit if people got cold since it was winter.

Beatrice looked around one more time, holding both of her hands up and then running back to check the places she already checked, not seeing Rooster walk out of the bathroom wearing only a towel around his waist and leaning on the top railing with a small smile, “Baby.” he calls, making Beatrice immediately stop whole rearranging her couch’s pillows - oh the memories that brought her - “Everything looks great, plus there’s still a little time until they get here.”

The brunette slowly lowers the colorful pillows upon recognition that he was actually right, there wasn’t much for her to do anymore, everything was set as it should be. She then wrings her hands together, still looking at her living room and open backyard door where Jolene was currently lying on the small patch of grass, enjoying the last rays of sunlight, “...okay.” she mutters, running her hands down her outfit: a fuzzy white top and a black sequined skirt with her black combat boots on her feet, making sure everything was right with her.

She turns to face Rooster again, seeing he went back inside the bathroom since he was no longer leaning on the railing, so she made her way up the stairs, “I just want everything to go okay.” she announces as she walks into the bathroom, watching him pull his light colored pants up his legs and cover the dark colored briefs he preferred, his upper half bare for her hungry eyes to see, “And I want everyone to have fun too.”

Rooster looked over his shoulder as he buckled his belt, smiling at her, “Everyone will, baby. Don’t get too into your head, can you pass me my shirt?” She grabs the folded top on the sink, smiling when she notices it was one of the shirts he got for Christmas, a white shirt with yellow flowers that looked amazing on him already. He buttoned it halfway to his chest, fixed the collar then ran his fingers through his hair, noticing her eyes still on him by checking on the mirror, “How do I look?” 

“You look amazing.” she says, stepping closer to brush his shoulders and then fix his collar one more time, “How do I look?”

“Like a dream come true.” he says easily, her cheeks immediately turning red but a smile spread over her face. She gently pecks him in thanks, stepping back to walk out of the bathroom with him following her down the stairs. Beatrice looks around one more time as if she’s trying to find anything out of place but she just sighs with a quiet nod to herself that everything that had to be there was there. 

Rooster steps closer from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and propping his chin on the curve of her shoulder, “Don’t be nervous.” he coos, kissing her jawline sweetly when she still looked worried, “Everyone will love what you made. Especially the boozed up cupcakes.” she chuckles weakly at his comment, leaning back against his chest with her lower lip between her teeth “You are a great hostess.”

She smiles a bit more, thankful for his encouragement and lifting a hand to gently brush his cheek, “I hope so. I really want everyone to have fun, Roos. It’s my first NYE party. I know I don’t have a lot of space but there’s the backyard if they want to go out and–” she turns to face her boyfriend, who just smiles amusedly at her rambling, “...I shouldn’t worry about that. Right?” he nods, kissing her cheek soundly before he unwraps his arms from around her waist, giving her butt a love tap while he steps back.

Beatrice follows him when he walks into the kitchen to get a glass of water, clenching her hands at her sides so she doesn’t check the fridge again, choosing to tuck them underneath her arms and lean her lower back on her sink counter, tapping her boot’s heel on the tiled floor repeatedly, the dull thudding of the rubber sole giving her a bit of the distraction.

Rooster lowers the glass once he quenches his thirst, mirroring her position by pressing his lower back against the counter as well, then placing a huge hand on her thigh to stop her anxious leg, “Babe.” she sighs, nodding because she knew what he was going to say, just placing her temple on the curve of his shoulder and inhaling the delicious scent of his cologne.

“I know, I’m still overthinking.” she mutters, playing with her thumb ring out of habit, “I need to calm down.” she straightens herself, flapping her hands as if she’s trying to get rid of the nerves, then rolling her neck and shoulders and doing the breathing technique her therapist taught her. Rooster watched with a little smile, sliding his hands in his pants’ pockets as his girlfriend gave herself a pep talk only to turn around to face him, ‘Everything will be just fine.”

“It will.”

“And I don’t have to worry so much.”

“You don’t.”

She nods with finality, placing her hands on her hips since she’s proud of her little accomplishment with a little smile on her face, “Yeah,I don’t.” she then goes back to lean next to him against the counter, looking at the golden and silver garlands he helped her glue to the wall since she was too short to reach that high.

They stay there staring at the decorations in silence, Beatrice’s mind going from worrying about the party to thinking that she’d end this year with a boyfriend who loved her so much and wanted to move in with her. Not only that but she made a ton of new friends, reconnected with her friends from college and managed to work through some of her demons in the process.

She didn’t know what the next year had planned for the two of them, but she knew she was ready for whatever would be thrown their way.

-

“It’s the Piña Colada song?” Carmen asks as Eliza gives her a wide eyed disbelieved stare and waves her hands negatively, repositioning herself and then gesturing even harder with her arms, “...that looks like a jar of something Liz.” 

Everyone arrived pretty much on time, Beatrice had a huge smile when she saw Evelyn and Jake coming together, one her friend tried to ignore even if her own smile couldn’t be helped. Between chatting and having snacks, they started suggesting some games and activities to pass the time. The ‘guess the song’ was suggested by Jennifer who said they used to do that back in college, so they all wrote song names on strips of paper, tossed them in a bowl and then someone would grab it and have to mimic the whole gang.

Some people chose to stay on the couch, others were sitting on the floor trying so hard to figure out what song it was. Rooster was sitting on the edge of the couch, drinking a beer as Beatrice stood nearby, watching the whole commotion from behind the couch and close to the kitchen, thinking if they needed anything she could go there, “Hey.” She looks down when she sees Rooster’s head leaning towards her, then his arm gesturing to her closer, “C’mere.”

She smiles softly but does approach him, grabbing his hand and laughing when he adjusts himself so she sits on his lap, her legs hovering above the floor as she watches their friends play together. Rooster pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “Listen Miss Hostess, I know you want to do a good job but you can’t stay looming around waiting for someone to need your help.” he chuckles, holding her with one arm as they watch Eliza get more and more desperate because no one is figuring out, “It’s your party, baby. Everyone is here to enjoy it and that includes you.”

“I know.” she says while playing with the buttons on his shirt, “You are right, I should just relax and let things go.” he hums positively, pulling her closer to himself. Payback finally finds out it was actually the Stupid Cupid song, much for everyone’s dismay and suprise, with Shells being vocal about ‘how the fuck was that a cupid??’ Beatrice and Bradley don’t join the game, not this one at least, preferring to watch their friends have fun.

Plus, it was really sweet to see them all having a good time together. Beatrice also tries to relax and not worry if someone needs anything, especially since she made sure to set everything on the kitchen table so they could serve themselves. Everyone was mostly drinking beer, with the exception of Evelyn, Bob and Coyote who would be the designated drivers for the night.

Beatrice preferred to not drink yet, after all she wanted to enjoy the first hours of the 31st partially sober. And on Rooster's lap obviously. Her boyfriend sipped his own beer slowly, while rubbing his hand on the side of her thigh in a back and forth motion.

A few more music charades happened, then they decided to go to movies and series, which now only made the game even more intense than before. Shells’ competitive spirit went against Jake’s in a back and forth duel of absolute no words, both blondes deciding either of them would be the winner in that and everytime Shells won she’d just shove it on Jake’s face as if they were in middle school.

It was hilarious because soon enough it was a back and forth between them more than a group activity and Evelyn remained neutral for both. Beatrice chuckled quietly, only looking away when she slid out of Rooster’s lap - with some difficulty since he didn’t want to let her go - to go into the kitchen to get something for herself. She disappears inside her small kitchen for a few seconds, hearing the constant chatter and laughing coming from her living room with a smile on her face.

What a weird year, in a good way, this was. She moved out of her parents home, got a place for herself, is currently dating her crush and would move in with him as soon as possible. Her smile widened even more, bringing the glass of sparkly lemonade to her lips with her eyes closing, thanking whatever deity made it possible for this whole thing to happen. She returns to the living room to find that now they were no longer playing charades and that Shells and Jake were on timeout for being too intense.

And that was when Evelyn brought up something “We should play DnD.” she says with a smile that makes everyone turn to look at her. Fanboy’s eyes lit up, immediately saying yes while everyone was uneasy since they never played it but the young pilot let everyone know it’d be really fun. Evelyn, somehow, managed to pull character sheets from inside her jacket and she handed one for everyone, “Thankfully I always have those handy.” Beatrice was thankful that Evelyn suggested that as an activity weeks ago, thinking that it’d definitely be fun.

“And of course, I have yours.” she handed all the girls their own character sheets, even Shells’ who got hers with a frown on her face. Beatrice sits down next to Rooster when he stares at the piece of paper, furrowing his eyebrows as he reads everything.

“You need help?” he chuckles but nods, so Beatrice explains everything in the character sheet, including the races he could use to create his own character. 

“What’s your character like?” 

Beatrice grins, pulling out her character sheet for him to see, where a picture was glued to the corner, ”Her name is Maeve Tallstag, a ranger with an unknown past that travels alone until she meets the Guild of None.” she gestures to the other girls, “Her only goal is to protect and isn’t afraid of dying protecting those she loves.” she finishes it with a flair of her hand, grinning down at him who still looks just a bit confused.

“..I might need some help with this.” he laughs nervously, scratching his jawline and seeing that everyone else was excitedly making their characters already.

“That’s why you got me.” she says, holding his hand and sitting next to him on the couch after grabbing a pen, “Let’s make some stuff up.”

It takes a few minutes but all of them have their character sheets complete, Evelyn is still the DM and she brings out the dice she had - while using an app on her phone if they needed more help. It was obvious the pilots, with the exception of Fanboy, had never played Dungeons and Dragons, but they were all very excited to. They surrounded Beatrice’s coffee table the best they could, they had no figures to use but that didn’t mean they couldn’t make it up.

It’d be an easy campaign so everyone could figure out what to do. Beatrice was actually really proud of Rooster’s character: a dragonborn paladin with lawful neutral tendencies that was currently on the hunt for an unknown killer and would join the Guild of None in hopes they’d help him. Evelyn clapped her hands once, “Our adventurers have met in the most unseemly circumstances.” she narrates, her voice carrying a weight of fantasy that embedded them all in the campaign without even trying too hard.

Beatrice couldn’t help smiling seeing everyone get into it, Phoenix’s half elf bard arguing with Hangman’s human gladiator outside a tavern where Eliza’s gnome artificer was currently exploding from the inside was hilarious, even more when Payback’s orc monk’s meditation was interrupted by the constant arguing.

She never thought they’d get so into it, especially Rooster who got the hang of the whole thing quite quickly, loving that he could be someone else completely when playing. They went on it for a while, honestly Beatrice only broke away from the campaign to bring everyone’s snacks and chuckling to herself every time any of them managed to get a good dice roll.

Shells’ dwarf sorcerer somehow almost died twice, Fanboy’s orc swashbuckler seduced the main dragon lords of a dungeon and Carmen’s blind Goliath sorcerer set half of a castle on fire. So it was going really well! This wasn’t a serious campaign, it was just a fun time with friends who were enjoying the last day of the year together.

Beatrice couldn’t be more thankful, never she thought they’d spend the 31st of December playing DnD while drinking beer and eating boozed up cupcakes. It was so fun, honestly it was the best fun she had in a while. She felt she accomplished so much in these past months, there’s still a lot to be done but she couldn’t deny and say she didn’t do a good job. 

Besides, having someone like Bradley as her biggest supporter was definitely helping. 

Soon enough the campaign was no longer making sense, everyone chose to have more fun than to follow the rules and it became a chaotic mess of storylines that somehow made sense. They were talking and laughing so much they couldn’t hear the subtle popping of fireworks in the distance, only noticing something was going on when Jolene hurried to her little burrowing under the stairs, nuzzling her sock monkey.

The colorful lights of the fireworks were shining through the windows and they could hear other people welcoming the New Year in the distance. Bradley rose to his feet after Beatrice did, rushing to the fridge to grab the bottle of champagne while she grabbed the glasses. She handed each one of them a glass as her boyfriend rushed to the double doors with his arms aimed to the outside, jutting his thumbs underneath the cork, biting his lip as it slowly,slowly slid upwards until it popped loudly.

She was smiling so wide at everyone cheering and having a good time, and possibly getting just a bit drunk already, but she was so happy. Everything was going great, the fireworks were thankfully not as noisy as she thought they’d be but Jolene was still inside her little burrow - except now she was peacefully asleep - , her friends still wanted to continue the games but this time they chose they could play cards which was fine, they all had fun playing dnd after all.

“Does anyone here know how to play poker?” Payback asks while flipping the cards in his hands, “Because I do, and as you know I am very good at it.”

“Just no high bets please,” Fanboy groans, “My bank account is still sore from last time.”

“No promises.” They return to sit on her coffee table and Beatrice blinks confusedly, leaning closer to Rooster as they all take their places.

“I never played poker before,” she tells her boyfriend in a quiet whisper and he smiles down at her, placing one of his large hands on the bare expanse of her thigh comfortingly.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous.” he whispers back, kissing her cheek, “That’s why you got me.” and he finishes with a little wink that makes the butterflies inside of her heart flutter wildly once more. Her nonna said before that she always got butterflies whenever her nonno did anything for her and now Beatrice understood what that meant. He made sure to explain everything to her, all the while sitting close enough so their thighs would touch as he showed her what each card did.

After a short, but very thorough explanation of what poker was all about, both her and Rooster joined in the circle, Phoenix decided not to join and said that Halo would play for her since she was going to make a call. No one said anything, but Beatrice had a very sharp feeling that she was going to call Umberto and wish him a happy New Year as well. Beatrice got her cards, holding them close to her face so no one would see besides her and Rooster, even turning to look at her boyfriend to check if it was a good hand.

He moved his head diminutively, but adjusted himself to a better sitting position so no one would see the movement. The ‘chips’ used were actually some of the wheat crackers they were chewing earlier that night with the charcuterie board. Beatrice only watched as everyone seemed to go silent after a while, still holding her cards up because if she had a good hand no one would be able to see it.

She was a bit hesitant during the first seconds, even with Rooster’s encouragement, about doing anything. She had some of the thin biscuits as a bet, one on top of the other like a pile of actual poker chips but she just avoided betting for a while. When she finally did, it was blurted out and unplanned, shocking even Rooster who laughed softly by her side, but didn’t stop her from doing so. Like the DnD campaign, it was all in good fun and she shouldn’t worry if she did something wrong.

What Beatrice didn’t figure out however, because Bradley chose to leave that information out, was that she somehow got herself a royal flush after a few seconds of playing. Only watching from the side as the others gave up, one by one, leaving Payback and Beatrice as the last ones, “So, Bea, what do you have? Because I have,” he spread the cards on the table like a fan, “A full house.”

“Oh, um…” she looks back at her cards, then places it on the table just like he did, “I have these. It’s a…” she turns to Rooster to check, “A royal flush?” The table goes immediately silent, with Coyote wheezing out a laugh so hard he had to excuse himself before he peed his pants. Payback’s eyes were so wide, he was shocked, even leaning over the table to check the cards himself before he flops back down absolutely appalled. 

Beatrice just blinks back at Rooster, who has the proudest smile on his face, “Congratulations angel, you won your very first poker round.” she gasps in surprise, covering her mouth with both hands and then looking back at Payback with an apologetic look, “No,no, don’t apologize to him, he always wins. It's nice to see him get humbled.”

“Beginner’s luck I guess.” she chuckles sweetly, bringing her ‘winnings’ over to her side. But that doesn’t stop them from continuing, now that Bea got the hang of it, she felt like playing a bit more with everyone else. Then poker turned into Cards Against Humanity, then to a very drunk game of ‘rock paper scissors water fire earth master of air’ with half of them not even knowing what was even going on anymore.

By the time they decided to leave it was nearing four in the morning and Evelyn was partially carrying Jake while Coyote carried both Fanboy and Phoenix and Bob carrying Shells’ last, Payback and Halo were the least drunk of them all. “Thanks for the night Bumblebeaaaaa!!!” Shells shouts, earning a hard ‘ssh!” from Evelyn, “Ah, fuck off it’s the New Year!! I can SHOUT!”

“Sugarplum, you don’t have to be so loud.”

“But you like when I’m loud, sweetie pie.” Beatrice could only watch everyone almost fall into a deep sleep once inside the cars, with Fanboy’s head hitting the glass on the passenger seat, his lip dragging upwards as he snored loud enough that they could hear. Both her and Rooster waved everyone goodbye, with the brunette shouting for them to drive safely.

She was a bit buzzed, she couldn’t lie, champagne and beer does that to you. Her cheeks were flushed a pinkish red and she hummed while leaning against Rooster’s chest, “That was…” she was slurring just a bit too, “Really fun.” the pilot behind her smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist, “‘Cause everyone had fun.”

“We all did, gorgeous.” even Bradley’s high alcohol tolerance couldn’t prevent him from dragging his own words a bit, his shirt was partially open because he felt warm by the time everyone was going home. He watches Beatrice lock the door with some difficulty, letting out a shout of triumph when she does, tossing her hands up in the air and almost losing her balance only for him to grab her before she falls. Both of them laugh drunkenly, the brunette running a hand up her hair to comb back the wild tresses.

“Best!! New Years! Ever!” she pauses, “I don’t wanna clean everything now– is Jolene okay?” her drunken ramblings were just as cute as her sober ones, slowly making her way to check her dog who was still sleeping peacefully, “She’s asleep so,ssshh!” Beatrice giggles quietly, her unfocused eyes turning to a flushed face Rooster, “You look very red, sir.”

Bradley was too drunk to be turned on by the honorific she just tossed his way, “I’m drunk.” he laughs, “I think I drank…four- no, five glasses of champagne.” add that to a random amount of beer and it definitely made him more buzzed than normal. But he didn’t mind.

“...you know, I’m going to tell you something I think we’ll both be too drunk to remember tomorrow.” she says, wobbling her index finger in his direction, “I think you are the sexiest man alive and you could literally be covered in fuckin’...” she doesn’t finish her sentence, she just moves her hand around him to prove a point, “You know? And I sometimes wanna lick your abs, you could grate parmesan cheese on there. How are you so handsome?”

Bradley just laughs quietly, “Babe, I can’t even come out with a reasonable response. We’re not even sober enough to hold this conversation.” following her wobbly steps towards her staircase, hovering a hand on her back in case she leaned too far and lost her balance, but both of them made up to the loft area in one piece.

“Yeah…right…” she blinked her eyes at him again, pupils blown wide. “You know, my nonna used to say something every time we got to a new year.” she falls down on her bed with a quiet ‘oof’, trying to toe out her boots and yet forgetting they are tied up, so she grumbles out in annoyance, pulling the strings with more force than necessary and finally kicking them off her feet to expose her Xenomorph socks “Um…I…I think it was ummm… amici e vini sono meglio vecchi. Old wine and friends improve with age.”

Rooster sits down next to her on the bed, kicking his shoes off way easier than she did, “We didn’t drink wine though. Does champagne count?”

“I think so!” she smiles, then drops her head to his shoulder, her hand patting around to find his so they could interlace their fingers, “Roos…thank you for making my months so much better. I’m really thankful for you.” he smiles back, leaning his face down so his lips touched her scalp, kissing the lavender scented hair.

“I am thankful for you too, Bea.” she tilts her head back to look up at him, cheeks hurting from smiling so much, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” she pecks his lips gently, then leans back to look at him, “It’s a shame we are both so drunk, you look really nice right now.” she makes a point of dragging her eyes down the expanse of his chest that was no longer being covered by the shirt “But I’m also seeing two of you.”

“Hah, yeah, I’m on the same boat.” he checks his watch with his eyes squinted, “And it’s almost five in the morning, we better sleep.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

They immediately blacked out after that, still wearing their clothes but holding each other on the bed.