#this is half a bit and half i genuinely couldn't find the moon in the sky for like

[mantafail]

★彡 𝘎𝘰𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 彡★

!!!THIS IS A ONESHOT!!!

AUTHOR NOTES:

Alright so... Beastars Season 3 is coming! I was rewatching the show and, yknow, kinda remembered the massive crush I have for Gohin. There should be more fanfics with him PLEAAAASEE

This oneshot does not contain any NSFW content. The closest you'll get to that is a bit of making out and roaming hands, but not much else.

I tried to make this oneshot work with any prey species (avian, mammal, etc.), so I decided to write it in second person rather than first. Please enjoy!

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The moon shone high above the sky of the city as the black market sellers were getting ready to… well, sell. The strong scent of fresh, raw meat of all kinds started to waft through the air as the market came to life.

For most animals who worked at the black market, it meant another long night of dealing with stupid and young carnivores. That also applied to Gohin, but… in a different way.

“Alright… time for work.”

The burly panda thought as he walked towards his office. He eyed all the strangers around him as he strolled, trying to spot anyone that had lost control and let their instincts take over.

Unluckily for Gohin, though… his boyfriend was tagging along. Said boyfriend was just someone he had met a while ago, saved his life after almost getting devoured by carnivores, and they just… clicked.

Why was he coming with Gohin, though? Well, the panda wasn't going to leave his “little guy” alone and wander through the dangers of the night.

“... this place reaks…”

The small prey complained, half of their face covered by a face mask Gohin had gifted to them to cover the smell ever so slightly… not the meat's smell. His smell. If a carnivore without control smelt the scent of an alive prey… that wouldn't be good.

“Stop complaining. We're almost there.”

The panda gruffly replied back quietly as they finally turned towards a dark alleyway. Said alleyway leads directly to the tall building where Gohin works.

“I'm sorry if this is a bother, Gohin.” The prey apologized. “I don't mean to annoy-”

“Save your breath, cute stuff. I was the one who insisted for you to come along, anyway.” 

Gohin didn't let his boyfriend finish his sentence.

“... alright, then.”

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After settling in the office, the couple started to do their own work. Gohin was focused on his laptop as he checked what patients he had to deal with today, smoking a cigar as usual, while his boyfriend sat on the couch and looked around the apartment, finding the faint scent of incense in the air quite comforting.

It was clear that this place brought back some… memories in the herbivore’s mind. The black market. Gohin knew that it wasn't ideal, but still. It was much better than leaving him alone.

“How… How long do we have to stay here again?”

The herbivore asked, his voice slightly more quiet than usual. He really didn't seem comfortable here, but… Gohin's presence helped a bit, at least.

“Just until I finish this. I'll drop you back home before any of my patients arrive.”

Gohin spoke without even turning to look at you, his eyes glued to the laptop in front of him. That was until he heard you sigh shakily…

“... hey, hun, you okay?”

He asked with genuine concern, standing up from his office chair and sitting next to his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around him.

“Yes, I'm alright… I just don't like the black market…”

“Hmph… I know. We'll be out of here before you know it, alright, little guy?”

Gohin was surprisingly good at comforting… especially after taking in account how he acts with some of his patients.

“Okay… just… can you stay next to me for a moment, please?”

The prey begged, looking up at the panda with those adorable, wide eyes of his. Gohin couldn't say no to that cute face.

“Alright, alright… but I still need to work. Make this quick, will ya?”

Gohin sighed, the smoke from the cigar finally leaving through his nostrils before he picked his boyfriend up and placed him on top of his lap.

This sudden and… slightly intimate position caused an adorable reaction on the prey, a pink blush covering his fluffy cheeks.

“... I sometimes forget how warm you are, big guy…”

The prey chuckled bashfully as he looked up at the massive panda. This position always got him a bit turned on, but he's going to hold back on those urges for now. At least until they get home…

“Can it, cute stuff. Just smother your face on my chest as always.”

Gohin smirked mischievously and, before the prey could even reply, the panda pushed his boyfriend's head right into his furry, white chest. His massive arms enveloped the smaller animal in a tight and warm hug.

“Mmph!”

That adorable little surprised noise that the herbivore made always sent chills down Gohin's spine. Seeing him so flustered and cute like this made him feel good.

“There ya go, honey… Nice and warm…”

Gohin said in a teasing tone, knowing the effect he was having on the smaller animal.

After a little while of those comfortable cuddles, the prey finally raised his head back up, their fur (feathers, scales, whatever they had) messy after nuzzling so much.

“Feeling any better?”

Gohin asked, that smirk never leaving his lips as he continued to take long and deep breaths of his cigar.

“Y-Yes… but-”

“Ohhh no, here's the ‘but’.” Gohin spoke gruffly, his arms not leaving his boyfriend's body just yet. “What else do you want out of me, hm?”

“A kiss would be nice…”

The herbivore spoke nervously, his blush only growing by the second. It was truly endearing to see him like this.

“Heh, such a needy little critter…”

Gohin chuckled before putting his now almost gone cigar away, smoke still coming out of his mouth after he did so.

Before his boyfriend could even retort, Gohin pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. He knew the little guy liked it rough, but he couldn't go too rough without the risk of hurting him… so there had to be a balance.

Still, the kiss was incredibly enjoyable for the both of them. After just mere seconds of kissing, said kiss went from just regular and passionate to outright making out.

Gohin's tongue crept it's way into the smaller animal's mouth as the kiss continued, both of them let their hands roam over the other's body.

During the passionate haze they found themselves in, Gohin enjoyed all the adorable little reactions and sounds he got out of his boyfriend. He really loved this little guy…

[short-honey-badger]

Phantom Pain

Little soul mate au where they feel each other's emotional and physical pain.

Warnings! A lil bit of angst and a lot of possessive Shanks cause I just can't help myself. Enjoy!

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Soulmates. Just the thought of them disgusted you. What good did it do anyone in this world to have someone else's pain and trauma to worry about? The joy of meeting your other half just wasn't worth all the hurt one had to go through, in your opinion. Yours certainly did nothing but cause you grief. Hangovers that weren't yours, to wounds from swordfights and shootouts. The worst had been the day your other half had lost his right arm.

Even now, almost a decade later, that phantom pain lingers, and with it, the guilt that isn't yours that eats away at you every time you acknowledge your soulmate. You ignore it the best you can, hell, you would be happy to never meet whoever they are. And you make sure to let them know that, too, with your own frustrated feelings. However, life had rarely been kind to you, and it wasn't going to stop tonight.

You know the moment you step into the only open tavern in the sleepy little town and see the red-haired man with a black cloak on at the bar, that tonight would be it. While he is covered, you can still tell that there is nothing on his left side and your arm aches something fierce. You debate with yourself. You could run away before your possible soulmate noticed you, or you could put on your big girl panties and go order a hot drink like you had planned.

You shiver violently, and the decision is quickly made. With a world weary sigh, you hang up your wet overcoat and then casually cross the room to sit at the bar several spots away from the one armed man. You order your drink and see out of the corner of your eye him staring at you, but you stay looking forward even when you notice him scoot down to the seat next to you.

Shanks stares at the person who had come into the bar, dark gaze curious. He'd felt you the moment you had walked into the bar, all angry emotions and swirling frustration directed right at him. Even through the negativity, the Yonko was desperate to know if you were the one. And he knew the fastest way to figure that out.

The grin that splits his face is full of glee and victory as you yelp loudly when he pinches the meat of his thigh. You whip around to glare at him, eye alight with indignation, but Shanks looks like the sun and moon just fell in his lap, "Found you," he says with a teasing tilt to his voice, "I've looked for you a long time, ya know that?"

You scoff at him and loom away to take a deep sip from your cup, "And I've been running," you quip meanly. Why? Why did he have to do this ro you now of all days? All you wanted was a nice evening to yourself, and of course, your soulmate seems obnoxiously good spirited.

Shanks laughs, and you can feel his merriment and joy at finding you. Your body desperately wants to act as well, but you fight down your biology and tell it to shut up and stay down. You've faught against this your entire life. You couldn't break now.

"I know," he says, and his words make you look at him with narrowed eyes, "I'm a dangerous man, Sweetheart. I know I've caused you a lot of pain, and I'm sorry about that."

You have to turn away from him with how genuine and soft he sounds. You drink deeply again and then set your mug down with a click. You've felt his guilt before, but having words go with it made you break just a little more.

"Well. Thanks for the apology, at least," you murmur and then tense when you watch him get off the stood. He circles around you and presses his front to your back. Despite yourself, your body relaxes, as if it knows that this man is meant for you. His one hand grips your hip, thumb moving to stroke the your skin under your shirt, and you shiver unintentionally.

"I plan on making up for it," he says casually and leans forward to bury his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. You smell like the sea and something else unique just to you. He can't get enough of it.

"I don't plan on sticking around," you tell him and shift to try and get away from the man, but the obvious pirate only tightens his grip on your hip.

Shanks laughs again, but it isn't a very nice sound this time, "Sorry to burst your bubble, Hon," he whispers, and you shiver at what he says next, "You don't have much of a choice this time," the Yonko waited long enough to find you, he wasn't about to let you go now.

He leans around you, hand leaving your hip to grasp your chin, and a kiss is bestowed on your lips, soft as a daisy, "Name is Shanks, by the way. What's yours, Sweetheart?"

[duracel-battery]

nvm! all is well! found her last night, tis half full :) all is right in the world once more.

i promise i won't be mad with you, okay? i know one of you took the moon, it's fine, just give it back.

[orenmikyuok]

Yuuta loves you in his own way.

Yuuta would probably hesitate every time he wanted to ask you out. Just a single glance into your eyes was enough to make his legs go weak.

Tonight, you decided to reward yourself with a deep sleep after a long day of work. Your skin had been carefully taken care of, which made your mood feel lighter as well. As usual, Yuuta was probably still busy with his missions to exorcise curses. The poor network connection in the field wouldn’t even allow him to send you a simple "good night" message like he always did.

So be it. You pulled out a novel to pass the time, but no matter how beautiful the words were, they couldn’t fill the void like the silly stories Yuuta often made up just to make you laugh. Turns out, when you're in love, the presence of that person becomes so essential that even a single day apart leaves you feeling empty.

Suddenly, your phone vibrated softly on the table. A notification popped up, accompanied by an incoming call from "Adorable Yuuta." Almost instantly, you pushed the novel aside, your fingers quickly tapping the answer button.

"Good evening, Y/n." His gentle voice drifted through the speaker like a soft breeze, carrying with it a quiet chuckle that instantly put your heart at ease.

"Yuuta, it’s already late," you whispered. Leaning against the bed frame, your gaze wandered toward the window, searching the distant Tokyo sky, though you had no idea where exactly he was at the moment.

"Sorry… did I wake you?" Yuuta scratched the back of his head, his voice tinged with a bit of awkwardness. At the same time, he cast a polite smile at a man in a suit standing beside him.

"Not at all. Thank you for calling me." You chuckled softly, your eyes unconsciously following the bright moon in the sky. "The moon is beautiful tonight. Do you see it too?"

"Y-yeah… it’s really beautiful," Yuuta stammered, his face turning pink. Thankfully, the darkness helped conceal his flustered expression. A brief silence settled between you before he suddenly spoke again. "Next Saturday… the sky will probably be just as beautiful. I think so."

There was a familiar hesitation in his words, but within them lay a heartfelt sincerity. You couldn't help but smile, finding his clumsy way of speaking incredibly endearing.

"I'm free that day. Let's go out together?" Your voice was soft, as if painting him a path to carry out whatever "suspicious" plan he had in mind.

"D-deal! Thank you." His voice grew quieter, as if he wanted to disappear from embarrassment. But even so, he didn’t forget to wish you good night before hanging up.

As you ended the call, a satisfied smile formed on your lips. Meanwhile, on the other end, Yuuta hurriedly stuffed his phone into his pocket and remained seated, his face burning from sheer nervousness.

The suited driver from earlier let out a quiet sigh, his gaze full of sympathy as he observed the flustered young man through the rearview mirror.

"Seriously… haven’t you learned anything from Gojo about this?" he muttered, half amused, half exasperated.

But then again, it didn’t really matter. Everyone has their clumsy moments in love, and sometimes, it’s that very awkwardness that makes love feel all the more genuine and precious. Yuuta would grow and mature, but for now, he was still just an adorably awkward boy in your eyes. And in the end, that was all that truly mattered

[lokidokieokie]

Guardian of the Night

Summary: It hadn't been long since you lost sister your sister to the vampires; but you couldn't help yourself from still frequenting the cemetery. One night, things get a little bit out of hand...

Pairing: Xander Harris x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): Y/n is attacked by a vampire, staking, vampires, mentions of death (sibling), typical canon-like violence, fighting, lemme know if I forgot anything...

The moon shone brightly, casting an ethereal glow over the cemetery as you cautiously made your way through the maze of tombstones. Your heart raced in your chest, every rustle of leaves making you jump. You knew it was foolish to venture into this dangerous place alone, but you had to find closure. It had been a year since your sister had fallen victim to a vampire attack, and the pain still gnawed at your soul.

As you neared your sister's grave, a sudden chill ran down your spine, and you felt a pair of eyes boring into your back. Instinctively, you spun around, and there, lurking in the shadows, was a vampire—a predator in the night.

Panic gripped you as the vampire lunged toward you, its fangs bared. You stumbled backward, your heart pounding in your ears, convinced that this was the end. But just as you closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable, you heard a triumphant yell.

"Hey, bloodsucker! Leave her alone!"

A figure leaped from the darkness, tackling the vampire to the ground. It was Xander, one of your closest friends. He fought with a determination you had never seen before, his fists connecting with the vampire's face as he fought to keep it at bay.

Dazed and disoriented, you watched in awe as Xander's courage unfolded before you. He was always the funny guy, the comic relief in your group of friends, but now he showed a side of himself you had never witnessed. He fought for you, protecting you with every ounce of strength he possessed.

Finally, Xander managed to overpower the vampire, driving a wooden stake through its heart. The vampire turned to dust, disappearing into the wind. Xander turned to you, panting heavily but sporting a victorious grin.

"Hey, Y/n. Need a hand?" he asked, extending his hand to help you up.

You nodded, accepting his offer, and he pulled you to your feet. Your legs felt weak, your body still trembling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. Xander wrapped his arms around you, providing a much-needed sense of comfort and safety.

"You scared me half to death," he murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern.

"I... I didn't think I would make it," you managed to whisper, tears brimming in your eyes.

Xander gently wiped away a stray tear from your cheek, his touch soothing. "You're safe now, Y/n. I won't let anything happen to you. I promise."

His words resonated deep within your soul, filling you with warmth. In that moment, you realised just how much Xander cared for you, how far he would go to protect you from the darkness that haunted your world.

Leaning against Xander's chest, you allowed yourself to feel vulnerable, to let the emotions flood out. He held you tighter, offering a silent support that you desperately needed. His presence was a beacon of light, guiding you through the darkest of times.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's embrace, you couldn't help but feel a deep connection with Xander—a connection that went beyond friendship. The intensity of the moment seemed to ignite a spark between you, an unspoken understanding that there was something more.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Xander," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He pulled away slightly, his gaze locking with yours. His eyes held a mixture of tenderness and determination. "You'll never have to find out, Y/n. I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

You could feel your heart swell with affection for him, realising that you had found your guardian in the night. Xander had always been by your side, but now, in this moment of vulnerability, you knew that he was the one who would stand between you and the darkness.

Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to Xander's lips, conveying the depth of your gratitude and the blossoming feelings you had discovered. It was a silent promise—a promise to face the challenges of this world together, to find solace in each other's arms.

And as you stood there, locked in an embrace, you knew that with Xander by your side, you would never have to face the night alone again.

A/N sweet little baby Xander...

[jaybirdhitman]

Gonna post a couple drabbles of my guys, some are short and silly and some are a little longer. I'm a slow writer but writing these helps me with character, so take them. First is Gloam, under the cut.

The party had long since died down, celebrating a successful raid after dropping off those rescued while docked in port for the night. It had been amusing to watch drunken pirate synths party away the night. Many had tried to pull you into dancing, which you easily dodged and brushed off, it kept your night interesting at the very least, even if your were a little disappointed the Captains seemed to be absent most of the night. Charging maybe, after the tough raid. You were on the empty deck now, puttering away at cleaning up leftover streamers, glasses and bottles, figuring you might as well be productive in your sleeplessness.

"It's getting quite late star." The low voice startles you and you nearly drop the empty beer bottles in your arms from how fast you stand in your surprise. One does escape and cool blue snatch it before it's barely a foot from your arm, Gloam looking amused as he took several of the bottles easily from you. You shake off your surprise and give a little shrug, stepping over to the garbage can with the Moon close behind.

"I couldn't sleep, so I figured I could at least clean up a bit."

"Beat us to it." He sounded fond as he looked over the still present mess before turning back to you, eyes tilted up in genuine gratitude and smile sharp but light. "Thank you"

"Happy to help, I have to pull my weight around here somehow."

"Stjernelys," the tone carries a light reprimand that makes you flush in mild embarrassment, "you already do more than enough. I thought Khepri already spoke with you on this matter, did he not?"

You look away with a grumble, recalling that *lengthy* conversation before sighing.

"Yes he did."

"Well then."

A cool hand on your shoulder prevents you from going to continue the cleanup, and you look to the Captain curiously.

"Let's take advantage of the decorations, we missed it earlier." Gloam steps back and tilts his head to you. "Care to dance?"

Your face burns and you quickly shake your head.

"I'm not much for dancing Gloam, especially with company."

"Company? It's only me here, Stjernelys." A pause. "We wanted to ask earlier, but you looked uncomfortable in the crowd. You're surprised at that, that they both apparently caught on to your discomfort.

"I'll step on your feet." You say in a half assed deterrent , feeling your resolve crumble as the synth clearly perks at your crumbling hesitance.

"I am made of metal and plastic Kjæreste, that isn't a problem, I assure you." He offers his hand, standing patiently and watching you.

"I don't know the steps." You tell the moon before you as you hesitantly reach out to take his outstretched hand.

"You don't need to worry about that, just follow my lead." You let the captain pull you closer with your hands adjusting to hold properly as you rest your other on his shoulder, his cool hand coming to sit on your waist delicately.

Gloam starts leading you across the empty streamer covered deck in a slowed down version of a waltz, his steps barely making a sound next to your slightly awkward ones, but you catch on quickly to the steps. You're just glad the moon doesn't mind and finds your fumbling more endearing than anything. He's humming a low tune, slightly swaying you both to the beat of it and the slight rock of the boat, pulling you close so you're chest-to-chest before he starts singing. His low voice takes you by surprise in the quiet you'd gotten used to as he starts to sing, it so low your own chest slightly vibrates where it's touching his. You recognize the song almost immediately; Davey Jones. You giggle a little at the song choice, a yearning love shanty of all things a little ironic in your eyes for this situation as Gloam simply grins and closes his eyes as the words flow from his voice box, leaving you lit but the overhead rigging lights as you continue following his easy steps and listen, enraptured.

"Cruel and cold, like winds on the sea, will you ever, return to me?" Unlike other versions you've heard that are faster and more love-song like, Gloam sings it slow and unhurried, like a lullaby to a loved one. You're captivated, but the choice and his low baritone singing.

"Hear, my voice, sing with the tide, my love will never die." He spins you out on the line, and as you come back into his cool form you can't help but sing with him, matching his pacing and mood as best you can. It is a duet after all.

"Over waves, and deep in the blue. I will give, my heart for you". Gloam's eyes snap open bathing your face in his red light agains as he looks both surprised and elated at your singing, his positive reaction pushing you to sing a little louder, knowing it was just you and your moonlight captain sharing the moment as you continued to dance around the deck.

"Ten long years, I wait to go by, my love, will never die."

A quick rapid stepping pattern in what you assume to be the quick instrumentals before Gloam holds you at the waist and lifts you in a spin, making you laugh brightly and Gloam grinning wide as your smoothly set back down as you both start singing the next chorus.

"Come, my love, be one with the sea. Rule with me, for eternity. Drown all dreams, so mercilessly, and leave their souls to me." You both continue the back and forth, you slowly forgetting everything outside the two of you as you dance and sing under the stars. At the end of the song you're standing so close there's no space between you as you catch your breath, Gloam simply staring down at you with what may be the most love and awestruck look you've seen. The attention makes you flush and the moon chuckles lowly at your flusterment.

"You have quite the voice Stjernelys. How dare you keep such a gift from me hm?" His tome is teasing as you roll your eyes, pushing away from the Captain with a scoff.

"I just got caught up in the moment." You try and brush it off but it's clear your night time companion isn't as keen to drop it.

"Yet you knew every word and danced so naturally." He twirls around you and sets his hands on your shoulders, as you stubbornly refuse to look him in the eye with your bright red face. Gloam's grin softens to something genuine as his hand slides up to gently tilt your chin to look at him before he leans forward and softly kisses your brow.

"Thank you, Kjæreste. For indulging me, I won't ask you to again if you truly don't wish to, but I would love to dance with you again." You sigh good naturally, unable to help the grin on your face.

"I'll think about it." You answer, knowing full well you'll cave. Gloam's smile turns coy, seeming to know the same thing you did but kindly deciding not to address it, taking your hand and kissing the back of it before using that hold to pull you to the door that led below deck. You dig your heels in and go to protest but are shushed easily.

"The cleaning-"

"We have it Stjernelys, you need rest. I can tell that our dance tired you. Sleep." You grumble but can't deny your exhaustion, and don't grace him with a response, instead simply glaring at his amused grin as you descend the stairs, grin still pulling at your lips despite your best efforts.

[ultrvmonogamy]

How are u? I miss u bestie

hey bestie. rn i'm feeling a bit deflated tbh. i'm sure i'll be fine soon enough, but wow it just seems like there's always something bad happening for me here like one of my blogs is disappearing or an acct is being termed or a former mutual is no longer following me or a current mutual is no longer interacting w me or i'm finding out ppl r talking abt me behind my back n spinning half truths into hideous vileness or i'm visiting a mutual's blog n am immediately nauseated seeing content reblogged from the most duplicitous blogger i know of n who's made claims abt me that r the actual polar opposite of the interactions that occurred while literally echoing words i've personally said here abt striving to be authentic n genuine or i'm seeing a former mutual's response to a question abt following ppl back that talks abt how they don't rly do it anymore bc everyone turned out to be terrible ppl n knowing that i'm probably one of the ppl they think that abt but for bullshit reasons or like i'm having warm n wholesome thoughts towards someone for a split second before remembering that oh yeah wait they think i'm evil now n r no longer one of my few real friends if they ever were or i'm being told to kill myself or i'm finding myself afraid to reply to a question by someone who's been canceled for alleged disgusting things but i don't know if any of that stuff was true bc i sure as hell now know firsthand that ppl r well-capable of attributing motives that do not exist n yet here i am now paralyzed n not responding bc i don't if my once thriving but now v precarious existence here would survive the association of even answering a totally benign question n so also thereby better understand other ppl's resistance to interacting w or implicitly endorsing my content simply for the just-in-case-ness of it all or like a sick, sick individual who last showed up in my world a few yrs ago attempting to catfish me by leveraging the death of someone i cared abt showed up again yesterday either again attempting to catfish me or sending some likely unsuspecting minion to do her bidding (unclear which) n like holy hell, u know? well the main reason i started this blog n started talking here was literally to vent n to be raw n authentic n just own all my weirdness n my conflict n my vulnerability n my perversion n my trauma n my hope n my fear n my stupidity n my experience n my insight n then when ppl completely unexpectedly to me began to follow n interact, my purpose for it expanded to connect w ppl on a real level w the parts of me that i'd let starve or had starved willfully whether out of ignorance or naivety or learned shame or simply fear of being know n to thereby find resonance n all the while to attempt for all that i'm worth to integrate it in a positive way n hopefully thereby facilitate others doing the same n maybe just maybe if i'm super extra lucky n the moths happen to flap their wings in just the right manners at the witching hour while the moon's in the right phase to be able to offer smth of worth to the world in a greater magnitude than i've been able to thus far n well i'm not going to stop trying to integrate n to connect n to be willing to stand up n own my shit until the day my heart stops beating n even w what is now at times such a stentorian din of noise that in moments i cannot even begin to tell what key it's all in or whether there's even a rhythm let alone where the downbeat went i am going to keep trying to improvise a harmony [some of which intrinsically necessitates my silence], it's still the place where i seem most to find meaningful resonance w others who r similarly motivated n similarly struggling but yeah it gets to be a little much sometimes..

but how're u bestie? n why do u miss me? do we not talk? did we ever? do i just suck so bad at replying that an anon seemed a better way to get a response?

in any case, i hope ur well, n i probably miss u too 🩵

p.s. sry i couldn't spare much punctuation what w inflation n the supply chaine n all the crimes against humanity etc.

[mollymauksboi]

Sunsets | Percy de Rolo x M!Reader

this is dedicated to my beautiful fiancè @pixielostboy, i love you to the moon and back my little songbird. i hope you enjoy it 🥰

word count: 1,106

(no use of y/n. sfw, fluffy romance)

Percival de Rolo was one of class, one of wit and much talent. He held himself to the highest of standards... Except for when in the likes of this rag-tag group that called themselves "Vox Machina." Ever since he had joined, the noble man of Whitestone had found himself going through much more than he anticipated; he had dealt with the trauma of his past with the Briarwoods, overcome the demon Orthax who had a tight grasp upon his soul, restored Whitestone to it's former glory and reunited with the only other living de Rolo- his darling sister Cassandra.

While all this was happening, Percy had found himself also falling in love. With who in particular? This adorable, gothic Half-Orc who had joined in their heroics and adventures some time ago. It came as a bit of a surprise, the once cold hearted, revenge seeking de Rolo falling in love. But here he was, currently pacing the room of his in their home on the outskirts of Emon, fiddling with a gloved hand as he tried to find a way to talk you into a date with him. After all those lonely nights filled with dread that were remedied by your company and comfort, all the long talks and your genuine interest in his tinkering, how could Percy not begin to fall for you? Percival would have sought out the help from the other members but thought against it. The twins would only mock him, Scanlan wouldn't be of any help in the slightest with his highly sexual ideas. No, he wanted to romance you, not fuck you. Well- not yet anyhow.

The silver-haired man had a plan.

After knowing the paladin for some time now, Percival had learned all of your favourite things- some of which included picnics and long walks in the woods. It was a good thing that they had a rather large piece of land while living here in Emon. The human artificer quickly made his way into the kitchen, making little sandwiches and snacks with what items they had. He then gathered a blanket from a spare chest in the hall. Hell, he even scouted the property- finding a spot near the borders of the forest behind their cozy little abode and began to set things up. Taking his time, Percy made sure everything was perfectly in place. He hoped you would love the romantics of a sunset picnic and cuddling under the stars. After double and even triple checking that he had everything for what he could only hope was a spectacular evening by your side, the gunslinger headed inside to fetch you. He knocked upon your door and greeted you with a charming smile, his green eyes twinkling with hope. When you agreed to accompany him, Percival felt his heart begin to pound within the confines of his chest, politely offering out his arm to you and leading you into the field.

“I hope you don't mind that it's still close to home,” he chuckled softly, getting you situated and taking his seat next to you. Seeing your auburn eyes widen at the sight of everything, Percy couldn't help but to grin as he watched you fumble over your words.

“Th-thank you Percy. My Gods, this is absolutely delightful! And the food- Just… Wow-” You were completely awestruck, and that was exactly the goal the gunslinger had wanted to reach. Scooting a little closer, he gently brushed a few locks of your salt and pepper hair from your face, thumb grazing over the deep set scar on your chin. “I wanted the perfect night for the perfect man. I must confess… I really do like you, darling...” As Percy finally began to admit his true feelings and the real reason as to why he had invited you out tonight, he watched as your cheeks blossomed with a beautiful pink colour.

"Y-you do..?" you asked, your sheepish nature creeping back in and causing you to try to hide your face.

"Yes, I do. I have for quite some time.. I just didn't realize it until recently. But I wish to make up for that lost time and I promise you, darling.. I will take good care of you" Gloved hand never leaving your face even as you tried to turn away and hide your flushed cheeks, Percival tilted your head back to face him, russet eyes meeting frosty greens, smiles tugging at the corners of both mens lips. No words were needed for what was to come next as Percy slowly began to lean down for a kiss, all you could do in response was to watch excitedly before his lips pressed into yours.

Percy gently guided you into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you there firmly while your hands gripped desperately at his silky blue coat. The kiss was a heated one, filled with all the lustful desires both of you held for one another, all the passion and love was bursting at the seams spilled out amongst the blades of grass surrounding you. It was a truly magical moment that left both of you breathless by the time you pulled away, carefully readjusting Percy's rounded glasses upon his nose.

"I love you, more than you'll ever know-" came Percy's gentle voice, barely above a whisper.

"I love you too, Percy" you murmur into his ear, trailing affectionate little kisses down his sharp jawline.

You remain happily seated in the artificer's lap for a time, enjoying conversations that range from his tinkering and experimenting to future little dates much like these. While both of you converse, the sandwiches are eaten, as are the little snacks Percy had placed inside the basket, and a fine wine is sipped throughout the evening. When the conversations begin to close, Percy cleaned up the blanket a touch, storing the now empty glasses within it before he came to lay beside you. The sun was now beginning to set on the horizon, the gentle glow of brilliant reds and oranges filled the sky with splashes of pink and blue hues dotted within. The darkening sky above littered with the twinkling of millions of stars.

Wrapping his arm firmly around your waist, pulling you against his warmth, Percy placed a few kisses to your hair, heads resting against one another while you both stared up into the beautiful sunset. As the sun dipped lower and lower, crickets and fireflies began to make their way out of hiding, filling the air around you with an immense peace and sense of tranquility.

This truly ended up being the perfect evening after all.

[et103]

Ooh ooh I have a silly to share about this!

So this list is fucking insane, no doubt about it. Just looking up the word futa will give you some true golden entries. But a very particular entry I find incredibly amusing.

You couldn't know this before, but Limbus Company USED TO be red on this list. Main reason being some weird drama stirred up last year that led to jack shit (if Molar association and bodysuits bring back memories of Twitter shit then you know what I'm talking about and I'm very sorry). Very long and meaningless story short, weirdos called it radfem and the list followed through. Why did it bounce back, even after prominent community members had a whole month of events for PRIDE? Most likely the main target of the harassment stepping down for her own safety and media covering it like she was fired, but it gives a very particular insight to how deep their effort goes.

Because two particular characters in this game are DEFINITELY what these idiots would consider "woke" and their sneaking out of detection is still fucking hilarious. (this post ended up pretty long whoops)

Enter stage right, Dante!

This lil amnesiac is the Narrative First Person for this game and has a unique personality as far as gacha games go in that he isn't a self insert. No dialogue options, you're seeing this personification of a practically newborn supernatural baby adult navigate waking up with a clock for a head and with 12 lives at his whim with no prior experience as far as one can be aware.

They also go by he/they pronouns.

No clue if it's a translation oversight or the writers being based but each character either addresses them by name, as male or as nb. He's nowhere near high status or powerful enough for people to use the polite they, in fact he is part of a fledgling company and he himself is barely treated as a manager for several chapters of the story and Dante themself has not addressed this whatsoever. Love it.

Enter stage left, Don Quixote!

Before you look up anything or continue scrolling this post, I would like for you to make an assumption. What is this person? Called Don Quixote by the knight of the same name, clad in armor, bright eyed as can be, certified 160cm gremlin with a haircut that looks like a light bulb.

With this impression, what pronouns hit your head first? Ignore the part that calls them bad, I want you to become dumb for a half minute and judge on first impression.

You got it? Cool.

She/her lmao

Look at all the merch on that fucking nerd-

Yeah, she's sinner #3 of our ensemble of outcasts and the one with the highest chance to act upon her unbreakable sense of justice (much to the grief of her companions)! A veritable knight!!! Holding the Fixers of her City to the highest standard of honor!!!!!

You know. 🥚

Project Moon has a tendency for gender non-conformity with their character designs in every single game they've made and the community eats that shit up always.

And it's such a community bit that... yeah.

So why do I find their revision in this list hilarious?

Because it clues me in on how little these bigots interact with games when they appear in the public eye as well as how much literary analysis they lack to even make a valid point about media in general.

They NEED to form an opinion and feed it to the public, it's a social mandate in their eyes. Whether this will be a hand-crafted machiavelian piece of psychological mastery or genuinely thoughtless, devoid of any neuron activity slop... the latter keeps being proven as the case a whole lot more than the former.

[passionfruitmango]

This saturn square natal moon transit has me struggling to find people to listen to me, so I'm just gonna throw it here on a read more to let it out

I found out some more things about my neighbor and his passing, found out he did get his bottle of rum even if my partner and I couldn't make the liquor store run for him. The bottle was still unopened on his counter.

Also found out someone (nobody knows who) called in a welfare check for him, so many of us had talked to him earlier that day.

It's most likely health related. His family has been cleaning out his place. Don't think he's getting a funeral since he always said he wanted to be cremated and thrown somewhere. Still crying at seemingly random moments.

Im thinking about getting an impulse tattoo or something this Thursday or Friday. I need to get out of the house and im fighting not impulsively doing dxm. Going to practice driving again Thursday, wishing I could just do distances again already but driving around the park until I'm comfortable again is best.

Ive been struggling (obviously) and I think my partner is kinda tired of hearing it, granted I haven't been giving him much of an opportunity to hear me out because I know he's grieving too, and we work opposing shifts half the week, so I'm trying not to focus on my grief when I'm at work, and I'm not trying to talk to him about heavier stuff when he's trying to focus on work. I think my thinking he's tired of hearing it is my own trauma being popped up right now.

I perceived something he did as him being mad at me the other night and he was never mad at me. So when my vulnerabilities go up, I have to really be aware of what's real and what's a past reaction/response.

I don't know how to ask someone if I can vent to them about this for a bit. I'm afraid of dumping too much and then not getting replied to. (That too, is a trauma response.)

Im tired, I genuinely want to sleep every day when I get off work but there's too much to do. Today is body and hair washing day, and by time that gets done I know i wont be tired anymore.

Anyway, big struggling, want do drugs or make impulse decisions, going to keep doing my best

Also currently in denial of the hurricane in Florida. My Paps is staying home to support his roommate and her friend. Thinking about it makes me want to throw up.

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 1 July 1954

Two songs this week, both from old friends with Italian-looking names. I'm realising now that this might also be part of the Italian trend - both of today's artists are using their actual names, or at least seem to be blessed with a genuinely Italian-looking name (looking at you Al Mar- sorry, Jasper Cini). But still, it's clearly the sort of name that sells!

Idle Gossip - Perry Como (peaked at No. 3)

This is a slow and fairly subtle song, with a few interesting moments keeping you on your toes, right from the outset. Even there, in the intro, we've got a shift from a major to a more minor chord, arpeggiated in a way that weirdly sounds a bit like a more classical, less synthy version of the Stranger Things theme (no, just me?)

The volume also shifts around, and continues to do so throughout this song, just like the harmonies do - giving a sense of instability and uncertainty, like the song's mistrustful and can't quite settle down. And in among it all, Perry, fittingly, singing about so called "friends" spreading nonsense about him and his partner's relationship: "Should they say our love is through / That's idle gossip".

It briefly makes me wonder if maybe there's a reason for this - is there some reason people are assuming Perry and his love are on the out? The only hint we get is in the next verse, where Perry asserts that "We'll still carry on as though / Our love affair has just begun", purely to prove a point. This suggests to me that they've been together a while, and the insinuation is that their relationship's getting a bit stale? Evidently, Perry doesn't belive this to be the case - and so it's time to take action.

They go out for a walk and kiss, so as to start some new rumours, giving us the supremely cheesy line that "In their idle gossip/ They may say that I love you / And this time / Idle gossip will be true". Cute? Nauseating? Both?

It's nice, but nothing that massively stands out. I like the theme of ignoring rumours or proving something to the world, and I generally like songs about stable, steady relationships that last. I think they're generally very sweet, and I do like the idea of this song. The song's also very pretty, with lots of quiet strings and muted brass in the instrumental section, and shifts to unexpected notes that just kind of work. It doesn't rock my world, but it is nice.

It feels like a Frank Sinatra song, actually - I think because a few lines sound like a specific line from Fly Me to the Moon? It also feels quite Sinatra-esque in its sentiment - I could see him doing a really good, convincing job of this. Perry Como's not quite in the same vocal league, in my books, but he does an okay job.

A solid, okay job, for a solid, okay song.

Wanted - Al Martino (4)

And then, like déjà vu, this song again. I couldn't find this on Spotify, meaning I had to pull it up on YouTube, that's how forgotten and unloved this one is.

I don't think it helps that it's a repeat. These repeat songs feel like a recurring feature, and I don't care much for it, not least because I have to come up with something new to say about each version. The last version was a Perry Como original, and I have to say, it's very similar to this one. Al has not put much of a stamp onto this, like you'd expect from a cover version today.

It's perhaps a little less orchestral and dramatic, less sweeping strings and more creeping double bass, which I think is a slight improvement? I don't know, while I found Perry's backing singers a bit too much, they did at least give the track some interest. This version is pretty dull through to the one and a half minute mark, where a saxophone solo begins.

The sax solo is nice, in a laid-back, swing-y way, and the clarinets near the end are also a nice touch. There are also some cute chimes at the end, which are fun. Still, there's not much that sets this version apart from Perry's earlier version. They both got to the same chart position, so apparently the British public agreed - or were split on which version they wanted, at least.

Al's version is a bit more bloodless, I guess? Perry at least felt like he was trying to get some emotion out of the track. Al's version feels like it's an exercise in writing and singing a metaphor. I don't buy for a minute that idea that he's actually broken up over this woman.

Well, neither of those songs were bad, but I wouldn't go out of my way to listen to them again, especially not the strangely hard-to-come-by Al Martino one. File them under okay, but nothing special. One wins a few points simply for novelty value, though.

Favourite song of the bunch: Idle Gossip

[leggerefiore]

Vampirism

cw: blood drinking, vampires

kinda doing some Halloween based things but seeing as I usually write about monsters lmao

~

You watched as the Vampire Lord worked tirelessly at his desk. One might think they'd have few things to do in the modern era, but you knew that was untrue. Ingo always found methods of busying himself with things. Between running the subway system of Unova and managing vampire business, it seemed he was never without a document requiring his attention. His bat-like wings rested close to his body while he bit his lip.

Suddenly, a thought hit you.

“Ingo… When was the last time you fed?” you asked. He had not drunk from you in days, and you had not seen him go out to find blood for a while either. His features looked tired, but now you questioned whether it was from exhaustion or lack of food. If it was that, you were immensely concerned about his health. You understood his work was important, yet you wanted nothing more than for him to be happy and healthy. This was partly because you were his blood mate; the other half was wanting to avoid Emmet whining and crying about you not watching his brother.

His pen stopped scribbling against the paper as he turned to look at you. The moon's light shined beautifully through his office windows as your words weighed on him. Iridescent seas of mercury blinked before he stood. “Too long…” Ingo realised, “Oh, dearest, I'm sorry for worrying you. I simply got too busy to remember my destinations.” He seemed genuinely embarrassed and distressed despite his unmoving facial expression. The lovely eyes of his swelled with emotion. You tsk'd your tongue. This was no good.

Dark circles clung under his eyes as rubbed at them. His sleeping must have been restless, too. You had felt that he was tossing and turning beside you at night, but you kept it to yourself. Being alive for centuries could leave you with unpleasant dreams, you knew. Still, in the present, he needed to eat something. It was clear as he swayed while he stood. Easily, you presented your wrist to him. “Eat away, Ingo,” you smiled. Your blood helped more benefits for him than anyone else's due to your status. He swallowed.

“I couldn't,” Ingo shook his head and denied you, “It's cruel of me to use you as a personal supply of food.” You mimicked him with your head and pushed your hand closer to him. “Well, I don't mind,” your words were spoken with ease, “Come on, you need to eat. You're visibly unwell.” He bit his lip, but saw there was no way to ignore his hunger. An apology was murmured as he gently brought your wrist to his mouth. Fangs pierced through your skin with a practised precision. You flinched at the slight pain and shuddered at the feeling of your blood being sucked away from you.

Your precious sanguine quickly entered Ingo's system as he drank from you. Heat bloomed in your face when he let out a slight moan from the taste of your blood. His wings spread out and more was consumed from you. Just as you were beginning to worry about him taking too much, he pulled away. He licked the small crimson droplets that formed from the twins holes in your wrist. Quickly, it clotted and became invisible from sight. You sat down in a chair as your head spun. Definitely starved. You wished he wouldn't do this, but were always happy to help him.

“I apologise once more, my love,” he leaned down over you to press a kiss to your temple, “I am ever so thankful for your help… In the future, I will work to prevent this from happening again.”

“I swear, you do this every so often to just get a drink of my blood,” you joked and wrapped your arms around his neck. The coolness of his skin sunk into you, but you didn't mind, having grown used to his lowered temperature long ago.

“I do not,” he quickly retaliated, cheeks blooming with colour, “I get too involved in my work that I forget to feed. It's a bad habit I need to quit.” You nodded and pulled him to you, peppered kisses to his cheek.

“Mmm, I'll forgive you if you carry me to bed while flying,” you offered. He sighed.

“As you wish, dearest.”

[soughtserenity]

She carefully gets down and out of her shoes crawling into the fort area to look around. The lights are nice and warm and its cozy and the attention to detail? She couldn't miss that. She wants to give her a genuine answer but shes a bit choked up by her efforts and the way she writes about her in the card.

" You always find a new way to make me experience things i'd only ever watched in people before, Enid, thank you. This is beautifully done. I love it. I wish I put in half the effort you had with this. "

She gets up and grabs her gift which is a snood she tried making. extra long with half of each of their colors and crescent moon hair charms to braid in later. " I'll do better next time. "

That was all the motivation Enid needed. "Not to be dramatic, but I'd rather die." She said, as a matter of fact. And there was that surprised face! Enid pressed a sweet kiss to Wednesday's cheek. "Say no more, your chariot awaits!" The werewolf insisted, lifting her girlfriend into a bridal carry and hauling it up the stairs. Enid adjusted her right hand just slightly to open their door.

"Tah-daaaah!" The werewolf set Wednesday back on her feet and twirled into the room. Enid had set up a cozy pillow fort at the center of their dorm, illuminated with a few fairy lights. It was surrounded by plates of homemade food Enid learned Wednesday enjoyed - practicing them over and over in anticipation for the day. At the center of the fort was a tray of dark chocolate accented with a touch of chili, since her girlfriend wasn't so inclined to sweets. Enid had also crocheted a stuffed scorpion and written paragraphs of devotion on the cheesiest card she could find.

The werewolf anxiously bounced on her heels, fidgeting with her fingers. "Soooo - what do you think? I might've skipped more than one class today. Or all of them. Raja covered for me."

@soughtserenity

[brineffxiv]

That it is. Especially since we're going to be calling out Elidibus on his shenanigans and things might go south. Good to have backup.

Get out of Ardbert's body you two-bit imposter.

I mourn Ardbert and his ability to fistbump.

Aaahah... you scary motherfucker. Love the quotations around the name.

Really wanna know what those glyphs mean/are for. Are they a thing unique to the Ascians, or did all the ancients have them? Or maybe they're symbols of the office they hold, so they'd be unique to the Convocation?

Genuinely, no I have not. I have very little understanding of what your job as "Emissary" is. I don't suppose you'd like to enlighten us? No? Yeah, thought not.

...Incidentally, I'm curious what the other Ascians thought of Emet-Selch recreating Amaurot like that? In retrospect, it's an oddly sincere and sentimental action, particularly as it couldn't have been something ever meant to be seen, being at the bottom of the Tempest as it was.

So they all heard him. Good.

I don't think Emet-Selch just saw a glimmer of hope in us, I think he had grown somewhat fond of us. He said as much himself, and I see no reason to think it's not true. Oh certainly, it didn't keep him from fulfilling his duty, and he wouldn't have hesitated to kill us had he both opportunity and means. But, I think he actually was genuine when he said he hoped we'd come to understand one another. We never could see eye-to-eye, it simply wasn't possible, but he understood us at least as well as we understood him.

Clearly Elidibus does not share those sentiments.

Having Emet-Selch Feels (tm) again.

Interesting that Elidibus sees it as his duty to keep his brethren on the correct path... I wonder the kinds of things he's done in the past to keep them all in line? Despite working towards the same goals, I've always gotten the vibe that the Ascians don't like each other very much. I wonder if it was always that way, or if it was something that came from the millennia of being forced to work with the same few people while performing horrible, unspeakably repulsive acts?

Yes, yes, we're unworthy abominations; I've heard this before.

No, I do not imagine you would want any either. After all, I have murdered your colleagues and put to ash the hopes of your people. I do not blame you for hating us.

And that's all you care about, isn't it?

Elidibus is a hell of a hard nut to crack. We've known him since ARR and I still have a hard time getting a read on him. Stoic. Orderly. Hangs out on the moon in his free time. Hates facial hair. That's it, that's all I got.

But it's not just the Rejoining. He's recognized us as an obstacle and is trying to kill us off. How he's planning to do that your guess is as good as mine, but we're missing the mark if we're only accounting for half of his objective.

Do we really have to go back to Amaurot? The music there makes me cry...

Ohhh, we're going after the ruins of the real Amaurot. Interesting. I wonder what we'll find there?

[gucciwins]

find your pleasing

left alone in los angeles, bel finds something to do

Word count: 3031

A/N: hi friends! this is a bit of a surprise is it not. this is a little piece on bel in la supporting harry. i am forever grateful that you choose to read my writing. remember to reblog and send some love <3

love on tour series

Los Angeles, California

Tuesday, November 16, 2021

It's genuinely Harry's year.

He's taken hold of the world and is never letting go. With the launch of Pleasing, he had become busy. As much as you wanted to enjoy Los Angeles together, the man had meeting after meeting. Of course, you understand it doesn't mean you don't miss him.

Harry had surprised you. Pleasing is a brand about yourself and finding things that allow you to feel good in your own skin. It might not appeal to everyone, and you understand that. He was over the moon with emotion from the reaction of fans. You knew it'd only continue to grow.

Being in LA meant it was easier to do surprises such as day two of the Pleasing truck. Last night you were in San Diego, but now being in a city that you loved but no longer felt like home meant you were able to participate in these events he made for fans.

How could you not go? You were alone with nothing to do.

Harry was off doing who knows what; Anne was visiting friends. She had graciously invited you, but you declined, not wanting to impose. That left you alone, and the Pleasing account announcing they were at Pampered Hands, on Melrose, well there was no one to stop you from visiting.

You decided to text your good friend, Isla. She's a writer, mainly horror and mysteries, something you really enjoy. She promised she'd be free this week if you wanted to get together, knowing you'd be in town.

Y/N

want to do something today, say half an hour? xx

Isla

Is it Harry related?

You laugh, not at all shocked at her question. She's someone you couldn't lie to. Isla reads you like a book.

Y/N

course it is. xx

Isla

I'm in.

Y/N

great! xx

Isla

Are you taking security?

Y/N

why would i? xx

Isla

Umm...honey, you're a bit famous.

Y/N

promise they won't recognize me. xx

Isla

They won't?

Y/N

i'll blend in wearing merch and sunglasses. xx

Isla

Okay. I'll pick you up soon.

When you arrive, you park a few streets down, knowing you wouldn't find anything nearby. Los Angeles and their parking is awful and don't even get you started on one-way streets.

Isla is wearing a black tour hoodie you gifted her, while you wear the off-white tour shirt with Harry's seafoam green cardigan. You throw on your sunglasses, hook your arm through Isla's and begin to walk to the end of the line. There are at least a hundred fans in front of you, all smiling and talking, the excitement clear on their face.

You join behind a group of two girls decked out in merch, having the tour tote bag, his sweater, the hat, and to tie the look were flared jeans. These fans sure knew how to dress; you were in awe. Honestly, you slipped on your favorite velvet black pants, old vans and called it an outfit. Isla had a similar idea going for straight-leg jeans and old slip ons. You might be underdressed, but enough to blend in.

Isla knew your accent was recognizable, although you doubted it because, in films, you always worked with dialect coaches; you were a mix of American English, British English, and Spanish accents when speaking. It was hard, but that's just who you are; either way, to be safe, Isla wanted to converse in Spanish.

The line was moving slowly, but it gave you time to catch up on what you've been up to in the last year. You shared about London, and how you'll be going very back soon. She told you about this new idea; she has for a new book. She had been writing nonstop. It's about a girl who dreams of visiting the graveyard from a young age, never able to see the tomb she's visiting. Finally, when she's eighteen, the person she sees she visits is herself, who passes away at twenty. A person there tells her she can stop it if she sees him and gets him to help. You're waiting to hear more when Isla tells you that's all you're getting. Now you'd have to wait a good two years before you could read it, and it would very well be worth it.

"Excuse me,"

Your conversation on Isla's puppy is interrupted when the person in front of you with deep blue eyes smiles at you and know it's directed at you.

"Hello."

"Sorry to ask, but where are you from? My mom's Puerto Rican, and I can't for the life of me speak Spanish." The person shares.

"Oh, um…my dad's side." You keep it short, knowing this person doesn't need your life story. "Growing up with my grandparents, it's all they'd let me speak when not in school."

"Hmm... it's nice, your voice. To listen to, very smooth." The girl blushes, looking away as if she said too much.

"Thank you, very kind."

She flashes you a smile, turning back around, marking the end of your conversation.

"Era linda." Isla comments.

"Si, vistes sus ojos?"

"Bien hermosos."

The line moves up, and you're grateful because you're getting hungry. Everyone is friendly and everything, but you're looking forward to getting out of being off the streets for so long. You see up ahead, there are lots of people lingering and taking photos with the truck. You sneak a picture, reminding yourself to show Harry later.

You're looking down at your nails, pink and white, the pleasing colors that Harry wanted you to wear, and you let him do it last night after soundcheck. Isla notices you staring and chuckles.

"Low key," she whispers.

"Shush."

"Qué haremos después?"

You click your tongue, thinking about it for a few seconds, "ver la puesta del sol."

"Suena bien."

"Oh, donuts, and we go," you shout in excitement at the prospect, forgetting that there were around you. You shoot them a small smile before burying your face in Isla's face to hide your flushed face.

"Bien hecho," Isla replies sarcastically.

Someone taps Isla's shoulder, causing her to turn both of you. The person has a cherry cardigan, arms wrapped around her tightly, "donuts from where? I'm not from the area, and that sounds good."

"In LA, you must try Randy's. Some will say it's overrated, but it's a must." You assure her.

"Good, yeah. Sounds familiar."

The line moves up, making you turn away from the person with a grin. You're only a few people out when you spot a familiar person's eye.

He smirks at you shaking his head; all you do is shrug. You're not sure how he noticed you, but you'll be sure to do ask at the venue tomorrow.

As you and Isla approach together, you let out a sigh of relief at no one recognizing you.

"Hello," he greets with a wide smile.

"Hi, Darian."

"Weren't aware you were making an appearance."

"It's a secret."

"For how long?"

You shrug, "once I leave, I'll post about it."

"You're something else, sweetie."

"What," you pout, "got to support the bestie."

"Alright, you get one a person and stickers."

"Oh, fun." Isla comments.

"Can I pay for both?"

"Hey, don't." Isla tries to stop you, swatting your hand away.

You turn to her, patting her cheek gently, "took you away from your home, my treat. You buy donuts, that alright?"

"Okay."

Darian swipes your card, handing Isla her box, and does the same for you, but you gently push it back. "Give it to the thirteenth person, but don't count until I'm gone."

He nods," got you, girl."

"Thank you."

You move out of the way, letting others go as you wait by the side, wanting a picture at the front with the truck. You know Harry will like it. The three girls in front of you have all taken photos separately, and you know she is nervous to ask someone to take their picture, so you step forward.

"I can take it if you'd like."

"Would you?" Her eyes light up at your suggestion.

"Promise, I'll get all the angles." As she hands over her phone, squatting in front of her friends.

You take a few, moving back a few feet to get good lighting; at one point, you squat down, getting her new shots. After that, you hand it back over.

"Thank you so much."

"No problem, sweetie."

"I can take yours." She offers

"That'd be lovely."

You have Isla hand over her phone, not wanting anyone to see your lock screen photo of you and Harry. It's from one of your late-night rendezvous in Boston, and you can't risk anyone seeing it.

"Come on, lovely. Hug me like you love me."

"Oh, quiet, you. You're the most loved person I know."

The girl taking your photos giggles, and you hurry, not wanting to take up much of their time. You shoot up the peace sign and figure she's taken more than enough.

Isla moves you to the side as you slide through the photos seeing how well they turned out, a few people in the back staring at you for some reason.

As Isla begins to send you the photos, you spot someone with the cutest crocheted mushroom hat. You gasp, tapping Isla's hand repeatedly to get her to look up.

"Go say something," she pushes you.

Your eyes widen, "what? No."

"Come on, don't be a baby. No one's recognized you; maybe she sells them."

That makes up your mind.

"Hi, excuse me," the girl's violet purple hair stares at you until they turn. "Your hat is precious. Did you make it?"

"I did."

"It's lovely, I know it's an odd question, but do you sell them?"

"I do, yeah. I started a few months ago to help pay for uni. It's an Etsy shop."

"I've tried, and mine are always awful." You frown, knowing yours never turns out that well.

"I can send you my template."

"Would you?" If you have Instagram, I'll message you through there. Also, my friend will love me if I buy him some."

"Sure," she rattles off her Instagram name, and you save it in your notes to follow her once you've left.

"Can we take a photo? My friend is going to be so jealous he doesn't have one yet."

"Uh, sure."

You stand with her, smiling, pointing up at the hand as she smiles.

"Thank you, sorry I never caught your name."

"Oh, it's Michie."

"Well, thank you, Michie. Are you alright if I post it?"

Michie shrugs, "no problem."

"Once again, thank you."

"No problem…" she trails off.

"Oh! Bel."

"My pleasure, Bel."

Sitting on the trunk of Isla's CR-V, looking out at one of your favorite lookouts in Malibu, eating endless amounts of donuts, and knowing the sugar crash will hit soon, you take a deep breath and take it all in.

It's odd at times you have to live your life hidden, but times like you had today with the fans who support Harry make everything worth it because if you didn't choose this career, there's no saying if you'd be lucky enough to have met him. You know, if you ever bring this up to Harry, he'll say something cheesy about how he knows fate had a way of sending him to you. That you'd find each other in every world that was to come, and it fills you knowing that you're loved like you always dreamed of being from the stories you heard growing up and seeing it in person from your grandparents.

"What did I tell you?" You sing-song, bumping Isla's shoulder.

She rolls her eyes, "Yeah, yeah."

You take your phone out, picking out the photos you want to post, preparing a caption as Isla watches closely.

"What are you doing now?"

"Posting, of course."

"Oh my."

"Oh yes," you smirk.

You post a photo of you hugging Isla, you're foot kicked up as you flash the camera, your best smile as Isla has her head thrown back laughing as you tickled her side.

Y/NBelmonte: find you pleasing… I think I found that here harrystyles, my friend. You're worth the wait always. <3 ps: lucky thirteen, hope you enjoyed the gift.

You make a second post, this time a photo of Michie. You make sure to check their profile and follow them before tagging her. You're both giggling as you both put up peace signs at the same time.

Y/NBelmonte: shroomsmiles Michie, you were the sweetest. Can't wait for my hats to arrive. I will patiently wait for that template in hopes I finally succeed.

You lock your phone, giving the fans time to react.

"You're chaotic."

"Only in Los Angeles."

The breeze gets cold, and the sun is not officially gone for the day, when you know it's time to get back in the car, not wanting to risk catching a cold. Nope, not when the next two weeks are very important.

"Do you want to check Twitter?" Isla asks as she pulls out her phone, knowing you'd be saying yes.

Instead of answering, you do the same. You're trending number one already. #BelmontexPleasing

"That's insane," you whisper.

"No, very on-brand, I think."

You scroll through the tag wanting to hear what everyone is saying.

@JustChess: why did no one tell me she was in the city

@StylesMyLove: SHE WAS THERE

@harrysfriend: how did no one notice her!!!!!!

You laugh; it turns out sunglasses are good disguises still.

@tay.styles: MICHIE WON IN LIFE AND DIDN'T EVEN KNOW

@belmontexstyles: is this confirmation they are dating?

@belmontemyhero: I hope it is. She called him friend, though.

@biandproud: y/n was in front of me with her friend. We talked about donuts.

@blueyedork: y/n and her friend spoke Spanish in line. I DIE. SHE KNOWS HER ACCENT IS UNIQUE ENOUGH TO BE RECOGNIZED.

@hailey.notafan: she was my bi awakening. She took our photos. I have made it in life.

You heart that one, hoping to brighten their day just a little more.

@watermelonstarfish: GOT THE FREEBIE. MAN DIDN'T LET ME PAY, SAID A FRIEND OF HIS PAID.

@fayfay: You win. You win

You don't like commenting, but you want to. You'd settle for a like, and if you run across her Instagram, you'll shoot her a message.

@newmoviewhen: I WANT TO DIE.

@belmontemylove: SHE IS GOING TO THE LA SHOWS. WHEN WE BREATHE THE SAME AIR, YOU WILL NEVER HEAR FROM ME AGAIN

"Man, these fans are funny." Isla comments showing one of you in the background of someone's photo the tweet expressing how it was technically a photo together.

"Shit."

"What," you sigh.

"This one connected dots."

@harrysclosetss: correct me if I'm wrong, but that's Harry's cardigan.

There is a photo of Harry in Los Angeles with the cardigan thrown over his shoulder, and you there posing with the peace sign.

You decide to leave one comment and call it a day.

@Y/NBelmonte: @harrysclosetss best friends share clothes. Think I've lost more items than he has.

"Yeah, maybe you should get off." Isla is about to take your phone when a familiar name pops up.

"No, hold on."

It's a screenshot of an Instagram post.

@michiesunflower: I'm overwhelmed with the love I've been receiving. Bel, thank you. I had the most challenging year, and you made it better. I will forever be thankful for your kindness. Promise to send over the template. Thank you for reminding us all you're one of us.

You retweet the photo and log out. You close your eyes feeling a bit overwhelmed at it all, especially Michie's words at being one of them.

A fan.

You will always be a fan, and you're not afraid to show it because it reminds others how you're just like them. In the industry you work in, there will always be people you admire and look up to. No surprise that Harry was one of them.

Isla is about to speak when your phone rings, cutting her off. She peaks and sees it's Harry letting it slide.

"Hi, H."

Isla makes hearts at you, and you laugh, turning away from her.

"What did you do, Bel?"

You're confused, "me? Nothing."

"Where are you?"

"A lookout on PCH."

"You went, Bel." He accuses.

You laugh, relaxing because that's what he was talking about, not anything extreme. "I did. Wanted to support you."

You hear him sigh and know you got him. "My angel, you're the sweetest."

"I try."

"Jeff says everyone is going crazy."

"I know, it's weird."

"Is it?"

"Honestly, a bit. Being on tour with you has made me forget a bit."

You know he's nodding, "I understand." He goes silent. "Did you order me hats?"

"I did, even for baby Jones even though he'll outgrow it."

"That's sweet. I bet they'll appreciate it."

You hum, "are you done?"

"I am," he confirms, and you hear the familiar sound of a car starting.

"Really?"

"Yes, love. Dinner with mum in a bit, will you be able to join?"

You look over at Isla, who shoots you a thumbs up, "of course. I'll be there soon."

"Okay, good. Missed you."

"Harry?"

"Yes, mi sol."

You freeze, taking a moment to let it sink in, the sweet nickname never failing to fill you with butterflies. "We need time for me to cook you dinner this week."

"I promise we will. I'll make sure of it." He assures you.

"Good, drive safe, mi amor."

"You too, darling. Say hello to your friend from me."

"Will do."

"See you at home."

"Home," he whispers. "You're my home, Bel."

You feel your face flush and look away, not believing he chose this moment to be this sweet.

"I love you, H."

"And I love you."

Isla drives off as you stare off at the darkening sky where few stars can be seen. You're on your way home. Home hadn't been a place for a long time, but to know Harry feels the same for you fills you with more love than you can imagine.

thank you for reading <333

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[sakura-ame-no-ai]

"bring a jacket next time."

pairings: tetsurou kuroo x reader

genre: fluff

notes: in japan, their way of checking the time is much different than america. they use 24-hour clocks. so if it was 1 in the afternoon, it would be counted as 13:00 for them.

a/n: it felt like some special holiday for me today and i don't know why... but seriously, how is my last kenma fanfic getting so much love istg- anyways, enjoy this fanfiction! i couldn't think of a good title for this on... :sob:

you sneeze suddenly when a gust of wind blows against your legs. it is indeed cold outside, but the shriveled leaves scraping their way down the street makes it seem much colder.

"why does it have to be so cold on a beautiful night like this..," you mutter to yourself, wrapping yourself with your arms.

too bad you didn't contemplate on bringing a jacket with you before bursting through the door with kuroo calling behind you.

well, now you feel a little guilty remembering that you lied to kuroo that you were going to buy some snacks at a nearby konbini. in reality, you just want to spend most of the night searching for some shooting stars.

you make a brief trip to the park, to which you find everything abandoned. that one big red slide that you always see children fighting to have their turn on is now empty and lonely. the swings seem motionless, too. however, they still rock back and forth every now and then when a chilly breeze rushes by. the seesaw is tilted down at an angle, making one side touch the ground full of woodchips.

you search for that favorite brown bench that has legs made out of an elegant black metal of some sort. soon, you discover it sitting under a big maple tree silently. it faces a metal fence that is as high as your waist, which a beautiful view of a huge lake stretches out on the other side of that fence. you don't hesitate to plop down and make yourself comfy on the bench, admiring the wavy reflection of the glittering stars and moon on the water's surface.

you could stare at such a view all day...

well, you would if you had brought a jacket though.

the cold night air wraps around you, trying to embrace you in a friendly way, but all it does is make you shiver and lift your feet onto the bench. you hug your knees and bury your mouth and nose inside your arms and knees, cursing to yourself about why you were stupid enough to not bring some warm clothing before setting out.

"just like i thought," a voice that sounds very familiar booms out from behind you, making you flinch.

you turn your head around to see a bedhair walk up to you with a cheeky grin.

"tetsu?!" you squeal, a little shocked that he actually know exactly where you were. "how did you know i'm here?"

kuroo is bundled up in a scarf and his nekoma jacket. he also has a thick piece of folded cloth draped over his right arm, making you assume that it's probably a blanket.

"i've never seen you that eager to do some shopping at the konbini, kitten," he replies, taking a seat next to you.

"you've always been a fan of sceneries outside, so that gave me an idea."

you give him a look of amazement, awed by the fact that he knows you very well like you're his child or something. however, it isn't long before kuroo bonks you on the head.

"you little rascal~ why didn't you bring a coat? it's like below 25 degrees celsius, and here you are, hanging out at the park, short-sleeved, and without a jacket or coat."

you whimper at his remarks.

"well, you know i was excited, tetsu..," you pout, puffing your cheeks out.

he chuckles, "nobody was blaming you, ok?"

kuroo takes a moment to peel off his nekoma jacket and place it over your shoulders. you gratefully hug it over your shoulders. other than the fact that it smells strongly of that lavender body soap you gave him, the jacket felt warm from kuroo's body heat, making you feel safe.

an unintentional smile slips onto your lips and you readjust your gaze to the sky.

"say... do you think there will be any shooting stars tonight?"

kuroo lifts a brow before fixing his gaze at the sky as well.

"oya? hunting for shooting stars?"

you nod eagerly, continuing to look up attentively.

"mhm! you told me that it's shooting star season!"

the branches of the maple tree above you sway gently, swishing its leaves together to create gentle rustling sounds.

kuroo smiles and points towards one of the stars.

"do you know how stars are formed, n/n?" he asks you, his finger directing your gaze towards the appointed star.

you squint to make a more intricate observation of the star while racking your brain, trying to remember your astrology lessons at school.

"well... don't stars form from accumulated gas and dust in space?" you finally conclude, remembering one fact your teacher has emphasized back then.

kuroo nods happily.

"yep. stars form when the gravity of the dust and air collapse together, which makes them heat up out of pressure."

he continues to ramble on about how stars mostly contain hydrogen and helium, the lightest elements to exist in the universe, and how stars are, in reality, exploding balls of gas.

you listen patiently as he explains. you are always interested in his nerdy science talk, as well as the way he is invested in his own world when a discussion related to a scientific topic arises.

it takes him a little bit to finish his explanation with a sneeze.

of course, he's not wearing his jacket. that's why.

you take off the jacket you were wearing and hand it to him.

"you're gonna catch a cold, so take your jacket back."

however, he pushes it back into your chest.

"no, kitten. you have it. i'm worried about you more."

you begin to pout, angry that he's always caring for your health instead of his own.

"no, kuroo," you say with an upset look. "this is not my jacket."

you two begin fighting about who should wear kuroo's jacket, exaggerating the possibilities of not wearing one and lecturing one another.

"that's it," kuroo sighs, looking troubled.

at first, you are confused by his words.

"what do you m-"

it was at this moment that kuroo covers the blanket that you forgot he had brought onto his back and then trapping you inside his arms, wrapping your body inside the blanket.

"there, now we're both warm," he smirks.

you take a while to understand the situation you're currently in before blushing madly. you look up at him, only to see that usual proud smirk on his face. he obviously did this on purpose.

"tetsu?! what the actual hell?!" you scream.

"oya? anything wrong?" he asks a little too 'innocently', pissing you off.

you growl back, "of course, you dumbass! people might see us and take this to like a million different wrong directions!"

"kitten, it's almost half-past 23:00. it's really unlikely that we'll be seen since most people are asleep."

you can't counter back, because that sly cat is right. most people are asleep at this time, so it's highly unlikely that you'd get caught like this with kuroo.

you have no idea how to react, so you decide to lean your back against kuroo, resting your head on his chest. at least, you realize that you feel much warmer than wearing his jacket. in the end, you start to relax, paying closer attention to the steady rise and fall of his chest while he breathes.

"do you ever see stars as memories when you look at them?" you ask kuroo, tilting your head upwards to meet his gaze.

"sometimes," he smiles, looks at one of the stars.

"like that one near that giant cloud reminds me of when i stole your meat from your lunchbox."

you cough.

"do you think this is a great time to bring this up??"

he only smirks at you. "you asked if i get reminded of anything when i look at a star."

you pout a little and fix your eyes to another star and point your finger towards it.

"well, this one reminds me of when yaku beat your ass for stealing meat from my lunchbox."

you two begin talking back and forth, saying which star represented which memory, laughing about the old days, and fighting about various things, like who should've gotten to eat that scrumptious piece of steak.

as you come back to argue about the lunchbox situation again, a white streak catches your eyes, snapping your attention back to the sky.

"look, tetsu! shooting stars!" you exclaim.

what kuroo turns his head to look at the sky with you.

sure enough, more streaks of white rain down like a slight drizzle.

"hurry up! make a wish!" you tell him before clasping your hands together before your face and close your eyes.

kuroo looks at you, then back at the sky. after a while, he closes his eyes and makes his wish.

i want to stay by y/n's side, even after i graduate.

however, he doesn't say it out loud. instead, he wraps his arms around your chest after you have finished making your wish.

for the first time in forever, kuroo gives you the most genuine smile that you've ever seen, which surprises you since you're so used to his cheeky smirks. it reminds you of honey and its sweet flavor.

"you know, kitty, we could do this next time," he coos in the sweetest voice you've ever heard him use.

"did you think i'd stop you?"

"ummmm..."

you look side-ways towards the tree beside you before give him your honest response.

"weeeeell, i thought you'd tell me it'd be too late into the night to do something like this and that i wouldn't be able to wake up if i stay up star-hunting."

kuroo chuckles, petting your head lightly with that big hand of his

"things like this are exceptions."

your eyes light up to his words. he has officially announced the permit to stay up searching for shooting stars that you adore a lot. it makes you very happy that you smile back warmly.

"thank you, tetsurou," you sigh, leaning into his chest comfortably.

"it's nothing, y/n."

he continues to stroke your hair in a soothing way as he maintains that genuine smile on his lips.

"just bring a jacket next time, or star-hunting will be off-limits."