#this is how i flirt as a bottom but also this man better be verse i need him inside me

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Source - serenaught

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hiii how are you doing? Hope your doing just lovely 💗💗💞

Always put yourself first and do whats best for you.♡♡♡♡♡

My first time requesting lol💗😚🤭

By the way was the wondering if i could please request some Bottom shanks x male reader in scenario where shanks is feeling for it today so later on that nignt desides to give y/n a little suprise with this sweatshirt https://images.app.goo.gl/uz21iKrMLaUZYdwz8 that barely covers anything lol the tits already out lol🤭🤭 and than the rest is history.....lol🤭💗 also could you add theos small things to the fic please?

C*ming , chest play ,nipple play. Loud moaning. And mentions of different sex positions

Thanks so much 💗💗💞💞💕💕

I really appreciate your writing and I love so much💕💞💞💕💞💗💕💗❤❤❤❤ never forgot that!

~🌸 anon

🌸 anon!!!!! gasp, it's your first ever request!!!!! Okay, sooooo, the smut ended up being... a little long, so I had to put this into two parts. the uh... all the smut will be in part 2. I hope this is what you wanted and that I did okay, I'm still not super well versed on male x male since I get so few requests for it, particularly male x male smut. So a virgin killer sweater huh? Well in any case, I hope you like it!

Part 2

Warnings: Male!Reader, flirting, Shanks ogling reader, vague mentions (teasing) of 'punishment'

Word Count: 850

     Shanks glanced over at you as you worked. You looked so hot like this, shirt off and tied around your waist. Sun shining on your beautiful body, highlighting every muscle, every little scar, freckle, or mark. A light sheen of sweat shimmering in the light as the heat and sun beat down on you. It was times like this that he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, that he was looking at you through the most rose tinted lenses that existed. The world disappeared, focused on you, and the way you looked his way, giving him a smile. His heart pounded, the world only coming back into focus when you accepted a drink from one of his lower ranked crew members. His mind kept screaming for you to spill some of it, to watch a drop of the liquid make its way down your neck and chest. 

     “Captain!” Benn’s voice yanked him out of his ogling, turning him to his second mate, “Will you stop staring already? Believe it or not, there are more important things than Y/n that need your attention.” the man said, causing Shanks to grumble.

     “Nothing’s more important than Y/n. Especially when he looks this good.” Shanks gave your body another once over, his eyes half lidded.

     “Captain! For fucks sakes! Knock it off unless you want me to abandon Y/n on the nearest island!” Benn threatened, making the red-head’s head whip around to face the man.

     “Don’t even joke about that, Benn.” Shanks glared for a moment before sighing and nodding, “Fine, fine. I’ll be a responsible captain, but this better be quick.” Shanks said as he returned to work, though not before giving you one last look. 

     As soon as he was finished, he was running off to find you again, finding you walking down the hall, water dripping from your hair, fresh from the shower. The man quickly leaned ‘casually’ against the wall right in your way, making you chuckle at the man’s antics.

     “Hey sexy. Going somewhere?” Shanks asked, grinning as he gave you those bedroom eyes of his.

     “Yes, back to work. Unlike my lazy captain, I actually have a lot of work to do.” you teased, making him pout.

     “Hey! I do plenty of work! It’s hard being the captain! All of my decisions affect the crew and I’m responsible for a lot of things!” Shanks protested, visibly deflating as he pouted. 

     “Mmm, I suppose you’re right, captain. But with how much time you spend drinking, you can’t blame me for thinking you don’t do much.” You said, stepping closer to him until you were inches away. Shanks’ breath caught in his throat as you leaned in, your lips hovering over his, “but I still have a lot to do.” you whispered huskily before suddenly pulling away, causing Shanks to stumble a little as he leaned in, trying to kiss you only to find you too far away to do so. The man whined as he stood up straight, pouting once more.

     “That was cruel, Y/n! You can’t just tease me and then pull away like that! I’m your captain!” he said, continuing to whine. It was times like this that it was easy to forget that this man was a full grown adult and one of the four emperors and not the world’s biggest child. 

     “Oh? Are you going to do something about it, captain? Going to punish me? Going to have me flogged? Maybe tied to the mast to suffer in the hot sun?” you asked with a smirk, causing the man to swallow hard. The thought of you chained to the main mast, shirtless as sweat dripped down your body had his heart rate speeding up and his breath hitching.

     “M-maybe I will. I could do that, I’m captain after all. I could do whatever I want!” he protested, though his breathy voice was far weaker than he would have liked.

     “Really? So then what about your punishment? Perhaps you should be punished for slacking off. I could always tie you to the bed, it wouldn’t be the first time. Play with you until you’re begging for more, or maybe begging me to give you a break.” looking at your captain, you smirked. The man’s brain had short circuited at the imagery, staring blankly into nothing. Shaking your head, you moved around him, chuckling to yourself, “careful captain, don’t want anybody to see you in this state.” you said as you headed back to work.

     Digging through his trunk, Shanks tossed white shirts and tacky pants to the side as he frantically looked for something. Finally, he let out a slight ‘ah ha’ as he pulled out a sweater, if it could be called that. It would, barely, cover his chest and ass. He’d gotten it on one of the islands a few months ago, deciding to save it for the right time and considering how he was feeling right now, tonight was ‘the right time’. Glancing at the clock, he practically ripped his clothes off before yanking the sweater on and crawling onto the bed.

[wrathfulmercy]

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

🛏️what’s their favorite position?

👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism?

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?

Sinday headcanons from here @mettleborn

🪢do they have a kink? if so, what is it?

Rick probably has a lot of secret kinks he wouldn’t even admit to cause he’s not that aware of it and thinks he’s such a boring romantic, but in fact he does like pain mixed with pleasure and also definitely is a blood kink man. Sex after a fight? Covered in blood? Absolutely yes. But would you ask him about it, he would say noooooo. Good that we know better 😏 as I mentioned before my Rick thrives from pain and the thrill of it. It makes him feel alive and afflicting pain to enemies is a safer way for him than inflicting it on himself. It’s not that he is into bdsm really, but handcuffs, bites, scratches and drawing blood? Absolute yes. He’s a control addict so 🤷🏼‍♀️ And yes he also likes the thrill of probably being caught. A secret quickie in a bathroom or sex on a conference table? Yep. Getting intimate while someone else is in the same room and could catch them? Yes. He would always explain it with sudden pleasure that just takes over him and he loses control so that he doesn’t care about the consequences anymore, but in reality he has a kink for the danger of it and that people see who he is with (cause that makes him proud).

↕️are they a sub, dom, or switch? top, bottom, or switch?

It depends a bit on the verse and partner but mostly he is a top. He can be a switch with men and strong dominant women, but you’ll not find him to be a bottom only.

🛏️what’s their favorite position?

Despite his kinks and the roughness he can provide, he still is a romantic man at heart so he loves to be face to face. That doesn’t mean though he just loves missionary, in fact he loves to take someone from behind (or with a man being taken from behind), but only if their faces are still close to each other so he can feel the others breath, look into their eyes and hear their moaning or words of praise. So as long as faces are close, thats something he loves. Rick needs to be close to his partners and see the effect he has on them. It feeds his destroyed self esteem with pride.

👀how do they feel about voyeurism? exhibitionism?

Aside from assassins verse, Rick is very unaware of his own attraction and his self esteem is pretty low when it comes to his body. So he’s not the guy liking to show off or who thinks he could. But he likes to watch his partner stripping for him, flirting with him or seducing him. Seeing someone doing it for him fills him with pride and he feels seen and wanted. Same goes for someone else seeing him with the person he loves cause it makes him proud to have a person he adores by his side so everyone knows what he has and deserves. He would get possessive though if his partner is seen naked around others cause that feels like something to him only he should see.

❤️‍🔥what’s their most erogenous zone?

Probably neck, ear and collarbone tbh. As I mentioned with the faces being close during sex, Rick loves to feel his partners close and feeling and hearing their breath is one part of it. So yeah a bite to his neck or a kiss would make him weak. And if someone brings their hand under his shirt where his hip bone is? Yeah, he’s loosing it.

[sconesandvodka]

I’ve been seeing you reblogging Love is in the Air and I’ve never heard of it but I’m curious. Is it good? What’s it about?

Knuckle down, you just gave me a free pass to rave over one of my latest obsessions - hope you are ready!

The show is based on two novels by Thai author MAME; "Love Storm" and "Love Sky". It is about the separate (but connected) love stories of two friends, and the ups and downs they both faces along the way.

The first half of the show starts with the character Rain, whose car breaks down during a thunderstorm. A handsome stranger stops, and helps him out.

Rain later discovers that the man is the legendary Payu (= 'Storm') that everyone at his architectural faculty talks about, but who Rain himself never met as Payu graduated before Rain started. When Rains car breaks down again, Payu is there to help once more, this time taking the car to the garage his family owns and operates. Payu is under the impression Rain is flirting with him, looking to hook up - but Rain refuses him. Payu wont accept money for the reparations to Rains car, rather opting for a payment in the form of Rain being/talking respectful to him as a senior. Payu also clearly loves to tease and rile Rain up - and as Rain gets fed up with him and this behaviour (as he quickly turned from lovestruck-by-the-stranger-who-helped-him to annoyed-by-the-cocky-senior-who-his-classmates-worships-as-a-hero), he vows to make Payu fall in love with him.

Payu is definitely amused by this (and very much not opposed to his challange...), and gives him a month to accomplish his task. What follows is Rains mission to juggle schoolwork and making Payu fall for him, all while falling for Payu himself.

The second part of the series focuses on Rains friend and classmate, Sky, who during Rains arch helps Rain sneak into an illegal streetrace that they hear Payu is attending/helping out with. Sky is able to get this information from his ex, who also moves in these circles. During the race, Sky meets Prapai (= 'Wind') - a racer and also a friend of Payus - who helps him escape the guards that discovered him. In exchange for helping Sky out, Prapai hints heavily that he wants to sleep with Sky. Sky, clearly upset by this still just replies "just take what you want", and they end going back to Prapais place (and I will die on the hill that notorious sleeps-around-Prapai sees this as playful flirting, although we we all wished for better communication and clearer consent..)

Afterwards Prapai tries to ask for Skys name and number, but Sky refuses. As Prapai remembers Sky coming to the race with Rain, he eventually convinces Rain to give him Sky's number - and Prapai starts his journey on pursuing Sky. Sky, who clearly suffers from a lot of trauma, keeps rejecting Prapai - sure that Prapai only wants him for sex. Prapai - never giving up - is very determined to prove him wrong.

I could write for days about this show, but I'm going to try to hold back haha - and I think I managed to avoid spoilers? (Like, Payus identity is literally revealed in ep 1, Sky's trauma is also revealed early on, but the viewers learns more about it as the show progresses).

This show has literally become one of my all-time favourite BLs, I love the story and the characters to bits. I really didn't think that would happen when I started the show - I don't know how well versed you are with BLs, or Thai BL-shows but the author MAMEs works are.. well, people love to hate them and there are reasons for that. Not only does her works often include themes of (past/) trauma (which in itself is not a problem, but rather how its portrayed/dealt with), pretty stereotypical 'top-bottom'-roles and the stories are usually pretty... mid.. but consent in general is also most often portrayed a bit.. iffy, although that is a problem with the majority of all BLs despite author and country of origin.

Love in the air - or rather especially the novels which it is based on - is not an exception to scenes that is playing way too loose with consent, although I am really (pleasantly) surprised how this adaption handles it overall. It's one of the few shows we actually see the characters asking for consent and respecting boundaries, and although the bar is on the ground, the times they do adress it, its done pretty good. In adapting the novels to a show, they made some really good changes to the story and characters, and the actors are phenomenal! The chemistry between them, especially Peat and Fort who plays Sky and Prapai are out of this world! And the story between Sky and Prapai are really the strongest bit in the show - Rain and Payus love story is more lighthearted, more humours and sweet (with some darker bits in the mix) and it's wondeful - but Sky and Prapais story are much more complex, more serious and it has some real gut-punching moments in a way I never expected after watching the first arch.

There is also some of the best adult scenes I've watched in BLs.. Like, whats up with Thai BL and NC-scenes (NC=No children 17 and under) lately???

Like, look at that shit??

Who signed off on this??

Spice aside, there is also so much more to this show, but yeah - trying to not spoil too much and to hold back (this is long enough as it is...)

If you are interested in watching it, I would really urge you to give it a chance - and to keep in mind that (at least in my opinion), the show just gets better by every episode.

[fernweh-writes]

hiya! can you do HCs for the slashers with a male s/o? i usually always see them geared towards women so itd be fun to switch it up! (it could be their first m/m relationship or not, doesnt matter!)

Of course hun! Usually I try to keep my writing pretty gender neutral and as inclusive as possible. Hope you enjoy! Also I’m trying to get better with adding warnings… it’s a work in progress

Slashers x Male S/O

Warning: slight nsfw content in all of these and it’s slashers so mentions of murder, kidnapping, etc

Michael Meyers

Michael isn’t good with feelings, usually his feelings towards others are anything but positive, he’s sure of that. But something about you was different, he wasn’t a fan of the feeling honestly. But Michael is a curious person, so he ends up stalking you for a decent amount of time. Eventually, he’s able to predict your every move, he knows your schedule, has figured out all your favorite things. He knows everything about you.

Michael eventually comes to terms with the fact he has a crush on you. After stalking you for some time, he was able to figure out the feeling. But at first he was honestly contemplating making you his next victim just so the feeling would go away. Now he recognizes it as a good feeling though, he needs to keep you and make you his.

His go to is knocking you out on your way home from work one evening. When you wake up you’re arms are tied to the bed, but he was kind enough to leave your feet unrestrained. At first, he just stares at you, unsure of what to do now that he has you. His favorite thing is watching you while you sleep, you just look so content and happy.

Eventually, Michael lets you wander around the house. He knows you can’t leave him, he’ll simply find you again. After all, he’s stalked you for so long he would be able to find you easily. Even if you do alert the cops it’s not like it’s his first time dealing with them. It’s best if you don’t run away, he isn’t against teaching you not to leave him again if you try.

If you make attempts to be kind to him he absolutely adores it! Massaging his shoulders, rubbing patterns across his skin, baking and cooking for him are all gestures that he loves. But, it also proves to him that you care which makes him more possessive over you.

Speaking of possessive, Michael also has the strong urge to always prove to you that he’s the dominant one. He both needs and craves control and feels the need to prove that he’s bigger and stronger than you are. Expect some rough treatment from time to time, he likes to remind you of your place.

He’s a virgin and the only knowledge he really has about sex comes from what he’s caught his victims doing. While he does do a lot of stalking, he really hasn’t learned much. Besides, most of what he’s seen has been between girls and guys, very rarely has it been anything else. But once you show him? He’s insatiable. While he’s never thought much about his sexual desires before, you’ve completely changed that. You can expect him to be pressing against your ass at any time of the day.

Loves joining you in the shower. One, it’s just an easy way for him to see you naked. Two, he usually gets you to wash his hair and all for him and he loves the feeling. You running your hands all over his body to bathe him leads to three, he usually forces you to your knees and gets you to wrap those pretty lips around him. Loves the sight of you looking up at him with water on you eyelashes and lust in your eyes. Some times you’re gonna need a second shower.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is the one most likely to deny to himself that he finds you attractive. He grew up in the Deep South with a religious family in a religious town. Anything that isn’t between a guy and a girl was always frowned upon so it takes him a minute to come to terms with his feelings.

Once he does expect him to be a big flirt. Turns out, Bo can smooth talk guys and girls all the same. It’s easy for him though considering that there’s so much about you he likes that he never seems to run out of compliments. Quickly decides that he loves the sight of you blushing and flustered by the things he says.

Once again, feels the need to prove that he’s the dominant one. Bo has never given up control to anyone, you’re not going to be any different. Often makes a show of his strength to prove he’s stronger than you. Bo also just loves to manhandle you in general, especially during sex. You just look so cute when you get all flustered about him moving you around like you weigh nothing.

Lots of ass grabbing and lewd comments once he gets comfortable with you. He’s a major pervert, so expect him to be handsy with you all of the time.

Eventually gets to the point where he likes to flaunt you. You spend a lot of time with him down at the station and he occasionally gives you small, easy chores to do, but mostly he keeps you there to chat with and keep him company. This also means that you see a lot more of the victims than you might like to and Bo isn’t afraid to let them know the two of you are together. If anyone says anything rude to you then he makes sure they get turned to wax a lot faster than he normally would. If he deems the comment to offensive then there wont be much left of them to make into wax, sorry Vincent.

Bo likes to make you believe that he would never let you top him. But if your able to hold out long enough, you can make him so needy for you that he’ll relent and allow it, but only just the once. Okay, maybe more than once but it’s still a rare occasion. He still won’t let anyone believe that he would ever bottom though. Like I said before, Bo needs to feel in control and that extends to being in control of you as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t as well versed in relationships as Bo or even Lester. While he would know that he’s attracted to guys, he wouldn’t have much experience at all. He would be very surprised if you showed any interest in him at all honestly, but when you do he knows he has to keep you.

He’s very shy and nervous at first. You’re most likely the first person he’s ever had a romantic relationship with so he’s very unsure of what to do at first. It’ll take a lot of reassurance from you to get him to open up to you and even longer for him to feel confident around you. Since he doesn’t talk and is pretty socially awkward, you can expect small gifts to be his go to way of wooing you. Like a penguin giving you pebbles, he is a large man bringing you wax figures.

Vincent would definitely play a big care taker role honestly. He’s both your protector and your provider. You depend upon him to survive in Ambrose and he enjoys feeling in control for once. Vincent does a good job of making sure you’re taken care of as well. Always makes sure that you eat until your full, gives you only the best of clothes from victims suitcases, and you get first pick of the items left behind by the victims.

Likes keeping you close by. Not down in his workshop of course, he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster and witness the cruel things he does. Besides, he sees you as to precious, to pure and innocent to be able to handle witnessing such things. Of course, you’re aware of the wax figures, but you’re not aware of how they’re made and he wants to keep it that way.

Vincent prefers to have you tied up beneath him with your cheeks flushed and skin covered in sweat. Also thinks your skin looks great when it’s covered in wax. Also loves the way you look so needy for him to give you some sort of relief with your pupils blown wide, lips parted, as your hips attempt buck against his.

However, Vincent does occasionally enjoy letting you take the ropes. This usually happens when he’s stressed out and has to much on his mind. Being able to let go and let you be in charge of his pleasure gives him the freedom and comfort that he needs.

Brahms Heelshire

His parents would be surprised at him requesting a male nanny but so many women had failed that he was curious to try something else. When you came along, he decided that you were perfect for him!

Unlike most of the other slashers, Brahms is more than okay with you topping him, He secretly enjoys being forced into submission and only occasionally likes to take up the dominant role in the bedroom. Goes absolutely feral for the way you discipline him and get him to submit and be good, especially since you never fail to tell him what a good boy he is and how much you enjoy him being well behaved just for you.

At the start though, he simply watches you through the walls. Especially enjoys watching you while you’re in your room or taking a shower. He’s a dirty little wall pervert what do you expect. Once he watches you jerk off for the first time, he quickly decides that he’s 100% attracted to you. Like I said, he’s a dirty wall man.

Enjoys that you still follow the schedule and do such a good job of filling the domestic roles he craves. You provide him with more structure and stability than anyone else previously had. You’re not scared to discipline him when he steps out of line and you do such a good job of taking care of him. Especially loves when you indulge him and spoil him, it drives him crazy.

He’s needy and clingy and loves to cuddle up to you. Brahms is practically glued to your hip 24/7, following you around the mansion like a lost puppy. He’s lucky you find him cute otherwise you would grow annoyed with him quite easily. He enjoys laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it’s really soothing to him.

Please read to him while he cuddles up against you. It’s his favorite thing ever, especially if you give him attention while you do so like playing with his hair or simply running your free hand up and down his back soothingly.

Will purposefully find ways to get dirty so that you have to bathe him. Refuses to get into the tub or shower unless you join him. Really just wants to be pressed up against the shower wall and fucked. If he needs an excuse to see you naked, he’ll steal your clothes and hide them. Then he watches from the walls as you have to go up to your room to get more clothes. The clothes he stole will remain in his room within the walls to curl up with whenever he pleases.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Honestly these two would compete over you. Might even have a bet over who can woo you first. They get jealous of the other very easily.

Billy is intimidating and plenty of people are scared of him, for good reason of course. So with him you don’t really have to worry about anyone being rude or saying anything offensive. If they do then you’ll see them on the news within the next few days. If you mention it to Billy he basically says “wow, that’s unfortunate, whatever will the world do without them.”

Stu is more likely to get physical with the person as soon as anything offensive leaves their mouth. Usually he’s less affected than Billy but he’s just so protective over you that he can’t manage to keep his cool. Sadly this means he can’t kill the person since he would be more likely to be a suspect after a physical altercation like that. They’ll still have a broken nose.

Billy is more likely to be a top, Stu is more likely to bottom but he is a switch so he likes to top occasionally to. Billy is also more rough with you in bed and enjoys running the blade of his knife across your skin while he has his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He degrades you while he fucks you, even the praise is degrading, telling you how good you look getting fucked like the slut you are. Stu is a lot sweeter and needier when it comes to sex. He likes to praise and compliment you, telling you how good you make him feel and how good you look just for him.

Both of them are very proud of you. They aren’t afraid to show you off or be seen with you. We all know that Stu is handsy but Billy isn’t afraid to sweet talk you in front of anyone and everyone. Claims he’s classier than Stu for not basically shoving his hand down your pants in public like he hasn’t grinded against you multiple times already. He’s just more discreet about being handsy in public.

Jesse Cromeans

You get to live lavishly with Jesse, that’s for sure. He makes sure to absolutely spoil you, anything you want is yours. The movies confirmed multiple times that he’s rich and it turns out when it comes to you, Jesse is very generous with his money.

Although, he does love choosing what you wear. Of course all of the clothes in your large closet are designer, he can’t have his boyfriend looking poor. Jesse prefers to dress you up in expensive dress shirts, slacks, and ties, something about it just gets him going. Some times he’ll allow you to wear sweatpants or whatever comfy clothes you want but it’s still going to be name brand stuff.

Also likes to shower with you. Picks out expensive and high end products so that you always smell good. Of course Jesse always smells good, his favorite colognes are never less than $100 for even a small bottle. Sometimes when he comes home late at night and crawls into bed next to you, you can still smell the slight metallic scent of blood on him. It’s usually hard to notice though since the sheets smell strongly of him that it can mask it.

He’s perverted and loves to show you off. Once you find out what he does, he won’t hesitate to take you with him on his “business trips” to different warehouses. Jesse keeps you safely tucked away in his office though, he can’t risk putting you in harms way and certainly doesn’t want you to witness the carnage. Prefers you to sit in his lap during meetings and he isn’t afraid to feel you up during them either.

If he ever gets you to blow him under his desk one day don’t expect him to let you stop just because Spann or Preston walks in. Jesse won’t hesitate to force your head back down if you try and pull away. In fact, having you choke on his cock while someone else in the room does nothing but make him feel even more aroused. Luckily for you, it’ll definitely deter Spann from trying to make any more moves on your boyfriend.

Asa Emory

Asa is a sadist and he absolutely loves to see you squirm. You can expect constant teasing and degrading from him at all times, very rarely does he compliment you. When he does compliment you though, just know he truly means them. Asa doesn’t really do feelings, his best way of showing he cares for you is by keeping you locked in his home rather than in his demented hotel.

Honestly, he probably does his best to keep you from knowing about the extent of his nightly activities. Of course you know about the hotel, you spent a few months there. You also know Asa is sadistic and enjoys hurting other people, even you that he cares so much about. But your stay at the hotel was luxurious compared to what happens to the other people in there. And while he inflicted some pain and left small cuts on you with his knife, it was nothing compared to the way he tortured the other people.

Again, Asa needs control and enjoys being in charge of everything you do. He picks out your clothes, plans out your day for you, he’s into the whole dumbification thing. You have a list of responsibilities like cooking for him and keeping the already neat house clean and tidy. Your not just his boyfriend, you’re his pet. Anything he instructs you to do, you do, otherwise you’ll be punished.

Makes sure you have your own guard dog. He hates having to leave you alone and so he leaves his best trained German Shepherd with you to keep you safe. But on the bright side at least you have well trained company that also happens to be very cuddly and friendly with you. Just don’t let Asa know you let the dog on the couch…

[mirrorworldangel]

OTP Question Meme 1

Got tagged by @r6shippingdelivery thanks for the tags!

Imma do a second one for a different OTP cus this is kinda fun.

Tagging @dimethief @lj-todd @rayearthdudette @retrodisaster​  @ourwarbird and anyone else who wants to try this.

(art done by @ourwarbird)

Gustave “Doc” Kateb x Julien “Rook” Nizan

DISAGREEMENTS

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Usually it’s Doc, but there are some rare occasions Rook would scream.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Rook, he would either use a different room to sleep in or would leave to stay with someone for a few nights until one of them m up and  

Who trashes the house? Because of an argument? Neither. 

Do either of them get physical? Once, and it was a slap to the face. It never happened again.

How often do they argue/disagree? They would sometimes have a few disagreements and bickerings, but when it comes to big arguments that’s when everybody know shit just hit the fan.

Who is the first to apologize? Whoever feels more guilty for how they acted, which usually is the one in the wrong (once they realise that).

SEX

Who is on top? Depends on who is in the mood of controlling the other, but mostly it’s Doc.

Who is on bottom? Rook, unless Doc let’s him hold the reins. Literally.

Who has the strangest desires? Rook would think it’s him,but Doc is always the more experimentally curious.

Any kinks? Bondage, marking/biting, dirty talk, discipline, lingerie with heels, collar, riding crop, creampie.

Who’s dominate in bed? They let the mood take them.

Is head ever in the equation? Yes.

If so, who is better at performing it? Rook, he has more experience.

Ever had sex in public? Sometimes. From Doc’s office to the communal showers, where they could have their own privacy but  getting the thrill of possibly getting caught.

Who moans the most? Rook, Doc likes to make as many sounds as he could from the man.

Who leaves the most marks? Both.

Who is the most experienced of the two? Both.

Do they ’fuck’ or ‘make love’? Depends on their mood.

Rough or soft? Middle ground, veering more towards rough most of the time.

How long do they usually last? Depends on the day and their stamina, but it’s not uncommon they’ll go for 2 rounds.

Is protection used? Sometimes, but mostly not.

Does it ever get boring? Never. They like to spice things up differently.

Where is the strangest place where they’d had sex? At the infirmary wards, they had to be quiet about it because there are a few operators that were asleep there. But also there was that one time at the parking lot in their car...

FAMILY

Do they plan on having children/ have children? They wanted to, but were afraid of bringing it up because of their busy lives.

If so, how many children to they want/have? One or two, twins at best.

AFFECTION

Who likes to cuddle? Both do, especially after work.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate places? Both, they enjoy the flirting game together to see the other getting hot and bothered,

Who struggles to keep their hands to themselves? Both, but mostly Doc with a bit of dirty talking.

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? No idea because I haven’t thought about that.

Who gives the most kisses? Both.

What is their favorite non-sexual activity? Spending time together. Taking walks with their pets, lounging together, and all of the simple things they do together. They also adore sight-seeing around the places whenever they are at other countries together. 

Where is their favorite place to cuddle? Anywhere and anytime.

How often do they get time to themselves? Everyday after work? Weekends and day offs? Its the times they finally get to relax without worrying about work are the best.

SLEEPING

Who snores? Not snoring, but heavily breathing for Rook.

If both do, who snores the loudest? Look at the previous answer.

Do they share a bed or sleep separately? They share.

If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay separately? They cozy up together, Rook snuggling at Doc’s side with Doc’s arm around him.

What do they wear to bed? Sometimes in their shirts and boxers, sometimes Rook uses Doc’s button-up shirts. They would also sleep naked after sex.  

Are either of them insomniacs? Not really, although if woken up from a nightmares, the other would wake up to accompany them until they go back to bed again.

Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Nope, no sleeping pills.

Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Yeah, they wrap their limbs around each other whenever its cold. They also would lay side by side as well.

Who wakes up with bed hair? Both, although Rook is the winner here.

Who wakes up first? Both are early risers, Doc is a bit of a slower paced.

Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Both, whoever gets up first.

What is their favourite sleeping position? Either spooning, or one of them using the other’s chest/shoulder as a pillow.

Do they set an alarm each night? Yes, they do have to wake up for work.

Can a television be found in their bedroom? Nope. They have dogs for that.

Who has nightmares? Doc. Rook only occasionally.

Who has ridiculous dreams? Once it’s Rook saying a song verse in his sleep.

Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? I don’t think so? It’s mostly about the blanket hoardings.

Who makes the bed? Both, they take turns.

Any routines/rituals before bed? Both would kiss their pets goodnight after final rounds of bathroom duty and feeding. Once in bed, Doc would do the occasional reading and Rook with the social media accounts while they were snuggling with the pets that followed them to bed.

Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Doc. Pity him.

WORK

Who is the busiest? Doc, being the Head Medic of the team has its responsibilities and paperwork. Rook would try to help him out after Recruit trainings

Who rakes in the highest income? They seem to rank the same in Rainbow so they probably get paid the same? Or maybe because Doc is the Head Medic he earns more?

Are any of them unemployed? Nope.

Who takes the most sick days? No fucking idea.

Who is more likely to turn up late for work? Neither, they’re punctual.

Who sucks up to their boss? None, Doc would rather argue with Harry and Rook would plead at Harry until he gives in

What are their jobs? They're part of the GIGN team within the counter-terrorism group Rainbow.

Who stresses the most? Both, but Doc probably a bit more.

Are they financially stable? I think so, especially with Doc’s family background.

HOME

Who does the washing? Doc, he is a bit fussier with the type of detergent. Although Rook slowly takes over his task because Doc had to stay at work a bit later because of the paperwork.

Who takes out the trash? Whoever finds the trash full before bed or work or else the pets will have a go at it.

Who does the ironing? Both do. You gotta keep the formal uniforms crisp smooth, so why not iron too whatever other clothes need ironing.

Who does the cooking? They cook together, mostly Rook.

Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? None, unless if they’re too stuck to their phones or had fallen asleep while waiting for the kettle, then it’s a fair game.

Who is messier? The pets.

Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Blame it on the pets.

Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Military life has trained them to not keep throwing dirty clothes on the floor, amongst other things. The only exception is when they undress each other and fall in bed kissing and marking each other, they can’t be bothered to think about that in the heat of the moment.

Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither. The fuck is this question.

Who is the prankster around the house? Again blame it on the pets.

Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? One of the pet birds they fostered has a slight obsession with shiny things.

Who mows the lawn? They have an apartment, not a house with garden, so neither in England. If they are at the family cottage, they already had a gardener for that. But at Greece, there is no grass to mow.

Who answers the telephone? Both, but more often Rook.

Who does the vacuuming? Again Rook. This is his deal of the chores because of his habit of fostering stray animals.

Who does the groceries? Both, and they go together.

Who takes the longest to shower? None, they keep to short and efficient showers... unless they hop together under the spray.

Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Both. Being this handsome takes a lot of work. XD

MISCELLANEOUS

Is money a problem? I don’t think so.

How many cars do they own? Each had their own car, so when they start livign together they technically have two cars.

Do they own their home or do they rent? They rent an apartment near the base at England. Once they had to move to Greece, Doc took this as an excuse to buy a beach house for “family visits”.

Do they live in the city or in the country? Somewhere near a small town. Not too far from the base nor the nearest hospital in case of an emergency.

Do they enjoy their surroundings? For the most part. Surroundings are secondary, what matters the most is the company.

What’s their song? I don’t know why, but I always have the song Dandelions by Ruth B playing in my mind every time I think of them. 

What do they do when they’re away from each other? If they’re away from each other that means one of them went on a mission, so they do their jobs. But they also mail each other love letters and foreign bouquets and gifts to the other back home.

Where did they first meet? When they got selected to be part of Rainbow. Though in Rook’s opinion, its at the infirmary back in France.

Who spends the most money when out shopping? Doc is extremely frugal when it comes to grocery shopping, but will easily splurge a custom made $200,000 Lamborghini in a blink of an eye to show off against NIGHTHAVEN. Rook would buy a lot of snacks and treats and toys for their pets, but is usually the one who had to control Doc on his lavish spendings just to show off.

Who’s more likely to flash their assets? If it is meant to spoil the other, then it’s Doc and his family.

Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? Rook, because it’s rare to see the orderly man stumble adorably.

Any mental issues? Yeah, Doc have PSTD (especially after Outbreak), Doc more than Rook because he had to deal with a lot of deaths head-on.

Who’s terrified of bugs? Neither.

Who kills the spiders around the house? Doc would, behind Rook’s back. While Rook would just simply find a cup and move it away by hand. 

Their favorite place? Their countryside cottage in France, lend from Rook’s parents.

Who pays the bills? Both. They split it in half.

Do they have any fears for their future? Both are terrified of losing the other during a mission. Them dying is something they have more or less assumed, but the other dying? Unthinkable. Especially if they died in their arms.

Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? Doc. But with a nice home-made dinner tho? Rook is the winner.

Who’s the tallest? Both have the same height I guess?

Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? Both, but mostly Rook with permission.

Who wanders around in their underwear? I don’t think either of them would be probe to walking around in their underwear unless it’s for a romantic occasion.

Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? It would be Rook here, especially when he’s doing chores or dancing together.

What do they tease each other about? Doc would usually fuss about Rook’s weight but that is nothing to the whispers of sweet praises to Rook’s ear with a few kisses, how beautiful and sweet he is and how his loving heart could fit the whole world etc. Rook usually tease him about his motherly habits, but also cooes at how his darling “angel of grace” is always watching him.

Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? Neither, because Doc has the best taste in men’s fashion and loves to spoil Rook rotten. And Rook has good tastes that he learnt from Warden.

Who crushed first? Rook.

Any alcohol or substance related problems? Nah. But is he occasional weed brownies included?

Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? Both, all the Spetsnaz go drinking together as a team, so the boys stumble home drunk together.

Who swears the most? Doc at work, Rook in bed. 😄

[cheshiresense]

For the headcanon thing if I'm not too late. Headcanons for FemIchigo/Kisuke ship?

Lol you didn’t give me an AU? Guess I could throw them in the canon verse but the events wouldn’t be much dif imo. But let’s see how this goes.

Edit: Welp. This got long.

1. Ichigo keeps her hair long because of her mom. Masaki had long hair, and even if it’s not the exact same colour, Ichigo grows her own hair out in her honour, as a reminder of the one time she failed to protect her precious people and just because she’s never met anyone with hair as pretty as her mom’s.

The first time she gets into a serious fight with Shinigami, that dick Renji uses it against her. He grabs her hair, and taunts her with it, and in the end, she kicks his ass, but then his dick boss shows up and just about kills her. When she wakes up at the Shouten, she’s half-naked, wrapped in bandages, and her hair’s been sliced ragged, left in uneven strands around her shoulders where before it had reached her waist. Urahara is nice enough to cut and style it for her. He tells her he only knows how to cut it one way because a good friend of his used to wear her hair short. It’s cute enough, and at the end of the day, Ichigo would much rather keep her life than her hair, but she also locks herself in the bathroom later that night and has a good cry about it. It’s stupid, it’s just hair, it’ll grow back, but it still feels a little like losing her mother all over again. She gives herself twenty minutes, and then she gets her shit together because she has to go save Rukia, and Urahara promised to make her strong enough so she needs to get some sleep more than anything else right now. When she gets back to her room though, the rest of the Shouten is still silent but there’s a tray of tea by her futon, still hot, and too sweet to have been made by Tessai. Ichigo doesn’t even like tea, but it’s a surprisingly kind, amusingly awkward gesture from a man who knows too much and tells her too little. She drinks it all, making a face at the taste but appreciating the warmth that spreads all the way to her fingertips, and when she lies back down and closes her eyes, sleep comes easier this time.

2. Kisuke’s the one who carries her back to the Shouten after she defeats Aizen and subsequently collapses in the aftermath. He thinks it would’ve been easier if she’d been born a boy. She’s tall for her age and gender, but she feels more fragile like this, her shoulders narrower than her usual larger-than-life personality would suggest, her frame less sturdy. Even her bones feel more delicate. Then again, she’s still only sixteen and she’s already lost half her soul in a war she should never have had to fight in the first place, and a good chunk of that blame can be laid squarely at Kisuke’s feet, so maybe boy or girl, it wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. She’s light enough that Kisuke can carry her without difficulty, but her weight still feels like shackles around his wrists, tied to an anchor at the bottom of the ocean, like the worst of his sins given life, and Kisuke hadn’t ever thought that would be something he’d have trouble bearing until now. But the least he can do is carry her home, so that’s what he does. He takes her back to the Shouten and cleans her up and heals her– it’s a routine he’s uncomfortably familiar with these days. He doesn’t know if she’s ever consciously realized it, but he’s seen her naked enough times to feel like a pervert. He was Onmitsukidou, and he’s seen Yoruichi change in front of him enough times that the female body doesn’t make him blink, but Ichigo’s young - old enough to have developed curves, young enough that his hands shouldn’t be anywhere near her (figuratively or literally) - but there’s nobody else to do it, Yoruichi is always inconveniently away, so Kisuke keeps his eyes and hands well within professional range, runs a bath for her that takes care of most of the dirt and sweat and blood so he only has to make sure she doesn’t drown, and then whisks her off back to bed where he can bandage up what his Kidou can’t heal before settling down to monitor her reiatsu levels.

She remains in a coma for a month. Kisuke is the one who takes care of her, from fresh bedding to sponge baths to IV-fed fluids, even trimming her hair when it starts looking too shaggy (she’s growing it out again, so he doesn’t cut more than what he has to). By the time she opens her eyes, Kisuke’s just relieved she wakes at all, and it doesn’t seem like she’s (physically) much worse for wear so at least his caretaking skills aren’t terrible. All the discomfort in the world can be tolerated if it means Ichigo remains as healthy as she can possibly be.

3. Ichigo doesn’t see or hear from Urahara or any other Shinigami for the next seventeen months, and she tries not to let it get to her. She still sees her human friends at school, even if she’s no longer welcome in a large part of their daily lives, and Shinigami probably don’t think a year and a half is all that long. Besides, at the end of the day, she knew most of her Shinigami acquaintances for a handful of months tops; that’s hardly grounds for eternal friendship. She’s hurt by their absence, but she keeps herself busy with school, with homework, with the part-time job she finds just to fill the hours in-between. She gets good at ignoring the fact that she knows where her friends go after school, knows where her sisters go, and that she can no longer follow them. Urahara doesn’t wear a gigai after all, and it wouldn’t be fair to ask him to. He probably has better things to do too now that the war is over and Ichigo has done her duty.

So it’s been seventeen months of mind-numbing (soul-wrenching) monotony, and then she gains a stalker. She would never have chased that thief down if she had known Ginjou Kuugou was so… greasy. She doesn’t just mean his hair either; everything about him oozes an oily sort of charm that sets off every alarm bell her mom drilled into her head about Stranger Danger, Female Edition, and it becomes clear very quickly that Ginjou is exactly the sort of man who just won’t take no for an answer. He follows her around, flirts like he thinks she finds him attractive, keeps inviting her out for a meal, even tracks her down at work, and Ichigo’s just about had it with him after he “bumps” into her while she’s walking home from doing the grocery-shopping, because she may not be a Shinigami anymore but she sure as hell still knows how to defend herself and kick a creep in the balls when he dares to sling a too-proprietary arm around her waist, as if he has any right.

As it turns out though, she doesn’t have to. Ginjou gets about half a second to touch her, still blathering on about having something interesting to show her if she lets him treat her to some ramen, and then he’s being ripped away from her, abruptly enough to tear a shout from him, and Ichigo spins around just in time to see Urahara twist Ginjou’s arm behind him at a painful-looking angle before slamming him face-first into a nearby wall.

Ichigo doesn’t think she’s ever seen Urahara so… openly violent before. She can’t stop staring for a long moment, because that casual, effortless strength is… not something Ichigo would mind seeing again. If nothing else, it’s clearly effective (and pointedly ignores the voice that says she isn’t staring because it’s effective). The look on his face though is positively serene, if you don’t count the ominous shadow that his hat is somehow casting over his eyes.

“I do believe Kurosaki-san has asked you to stop harassing her,” the shopkeeper says in tones so airily cheerful only an idiot would buy the act. Ginjou doesn’t reply anyway. He can’t. Urahara’s yanked his arm up high enough to let him simultaneously choke the life out of the guy, his hand about as movable as stone as it pins Ginjou’s wrist to the back of his neck and his neck to the brick wall.

“Hey,” Ichigo says, and then stops, because on one hand, this guy probably doesn’t deserve to be straight-up murdered, but also if anyone in Ichigo’s life can kill a human and make the corpse disappear, it would be Urahara.

But Urahara glances at her, then shrugs a little and releases Ginjou, only to knock him over the head with his cane, hard enough to send him crumpling to the ground in an unconscious heap. There’s a moment of silence after that, and then Ichigo remembers to be irritated because she’s no one’s damsel in distress. “I could’ve handled him, you know.”

It comes out sharper than even she intends, but the sight of him reminds her of how long she hasn’t seen him or any of her other Shinigami friends, and it’s hard to remain mature about it when one of them is suddenly right in front of her again. Urahara, because he’s Urahara, just rakes a too-discerning eye over her like he can see right through her annoyance to the root of it. His expression tightens with something Ichigo can’t name, but all he does is incline his head in acknowledgement even as he smiles in a way that makes her want to punch him. “Of course, Kurosaki-san, but what kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t interfere?”

Ichigo gives him the flat unimpressed look that deserves, Urahara’s smile twitches into something more genuinely amused, and for a second, it almost feels as if no time at all has passed since the last time they’d shared an actual conversation. Then Ginjou groans, Ichigo bristles irritably, and Urahara’s smile fades.

“Kurosaki-san,” He calls out before Ichigo can do more than turn away. “There are some things you need to know. But perhaps we can take this off the streets first? Come back to my Shouten; I will explain everything there.”

Ichigo turns back, scowling suspiciously at the blond, then down at greasy stalker. Great. She should’ve known; of course it would be Shinigami business that actually dragged Urahara out of his shop and into his first interaction with Ichigo after seventeen months of radio silence. But… if Urahara is willing to explain just what greasy stalker wanted to drag her into, Ichigo would be an idiot to turn him down.

“Fine,” She grumbles. “I’m using your fridge though. I’ve got ice-cream in here and it’s gonna melt before I get home at this rate.”

Urahara beams at her and hefts greasy stalker over his shoulder before ushering her to the Shouten. True to his word, he tells her about the Fullbringers who’ve invaded Karakura, and he tells her that the Shinigami have been monitoring the situation, and then he tells her he has a way to return her powers and soul-spirits to her. He shows her the sword, engraved with a bunch of intricate symbols she can’t even begin to decipher, and it thrums with so much power even she can feel it. She has a sudden epiphany that it must’ve taken even a genius like Urahara quite a while to make something like this, because she’d asked around, before she’d lost the ability to see Shinigami, and she knows for a fact that fixing her soul should’ve been impossible. The realization that Urahara must’ve been working on this for the past seventeen months goes a long way to soothing any fair or unfair feelings she had towards him, even if she also thinks he could’ve just told her. But she thinks that, and then she thinks that Urahara probably didn’t because he hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up for nothing. It’s stupid, but so is the way he eases the sword through her chest as gently as possible, as if it makes a difference at all when that first jolt of foreign reiatsu to her system still hurts like a bitch. She thinks she can forgive stupidity though if it’s coming from him. Not that she’ll ever tell him that.

In the aftermath, the Fullbringers disappear one by one, and nobody says anything but an increasingly manically cheerful Urahara gets a lot of wary side-eyes from the Shinigami trooping through Karakura over the next couple of weeks. It’s Rukia (Rukia who never so much as passed on a how-are-you, and Ichigo doesn’t blame her, but she’s never going to forget it either) who tells her later about Urahara kneeling in front of all the Gotei’s captains and lieutenants and begging them to help, who bowed his head through the Captain-Commander’s orders to keep the sword back until a powerless Ichigo has drawn out all the Fullbringers, only to immediately disobey as soon as he got the reiatsu he needed from them.

Ichigo asks, of course, just once, why. True to form, Urahara doesn’t give her a straight answer, he shrugs and lies instead, “Well it isn’t as if there’s anything else they can do to little old me in exile, is there?” But for just a moment, he also looks directly at Ichigo, his gaze steady and calm and unyielding, like there was never anything else he could’ve done, like choosing Ichigo over the Gotei was a decision made as easily as he breathed.

Much, much later, looking back, Ichigo thinks maybe that was the moment she first fell just a little bit in love.

4. Somewhere between the Quincy War and Yoruichi and Tessai moving back to Soul Society and the kids deciding they want to experience high school and normal life at the Kurosaki household, Kisuke wakes up one morning to Ichigo cooking breakfast in his kitchen and realizes he’s sharing a house with a twenty-year-old college student whose Gargantas make for the easiest commute to and from school in the history of public transportation. He stands in the doorway for a long minute, just watching her go through the motions that have become routine at the Shouten for… months now. Ever since he survived the war by the skin of his teeth and ended up half-blind because Benihime is only a quick, crude fix when Kisuke doesn’t know the exact makeup of whatever he’s restructuring. He’d had to study that, and then get some hands-on practice, before finally re-restructuring his eyes one more time. Ichigo had been a big help. Kisuke had had difficulties reading, along with dizzy spells and crippling headaches, so even though she didn’t understand everything, she also spent long hours with him, reading out loud and taking down notes for him, cooking for him and keeping his house clean and even manning the shopfront for him when Tessai was busy with the Kidou Corps. And then, once he was better… well, apparently she’d just never moved back out, and Kisuke had liked the company (has always liked her company) that he’d obliviously taken her presence here for granted.

She turns around now, probably sensing him. Her hair’s almost as long as it used to be back when they’d first met, but she’s tied it up into a messy bun. She’s still in pajama pants and one of his shirts because she likes the larger size and she keeps stealing them and Kisuke doesn’t mind, he has more than enough.

Maybe he should’ve minded.

“Hey,” Ichigo greets around a stifled yawn. “Food’s almost done. Could you set the table?”

Kisuke makes an agreeable noise and starts pulling down tableware from the cupboards. The coffee’s also done so he pours a mug, and then prepares the tea with the water that’s just finished boiling. Five minutes later, they’re seated around the table, Ichigo grumbling memorized literature quotes into her coffee because she has finals next week, and Kisuke just… watches her. They’ve thrown the porch doors open because it’s summer and the morning breeze is nice. Ichigo has her back to it, and the sunrise that frames her head like a halo gilds her bright hair gold. When she finally sets her coffee down, she looks up and catches his eye, and even as her eyebrows go up in an unspoken question, the smile that blooms across her face at the same time is as much a reflex as it is genuine, like the mere sight of him is something to be happy about, and Kisuke is helpless to do anything but smile back.

Shit, he thinks, far too late. I’m definitely going to hell.

5. “I’m definitely going to hell,” he moans into the table. Yoruichi, because she is first and foremost a terrible best friend, is too busy laughing at him to console him. At least she came prepared with the sake when he called her in a panic once Ichigo had left for class.

“Took you long enough,” Yoruichi chortles, like this isn’t a Big Problem. “Tessai thought for sure you’d realize she’s practically your wife-” Kisuke winces. “-when she went off to college and still went back to the Shouten every night. But I’ve known you longer so I figured it would take you a while before it clicked.”

“We are roommates,” He hisses vehemently, downing another cup of alcohol before pouring himself some more. “I’ve never- Yoruichi-san, I would never- I wouldn’t-”

“Well that was obvious too,” Yoruichi snorts, but her gold eyes are suddenly a lot less amused a lot more focused, acute and unblinking on his face. “But you know, if she’s old enough to kill for you, then she’s old enough to fuck.”

Kisuke freezes, and then straightens, and he has never looked at Yoruichi the way he does now, but there’s ice in his veins and a knot of flash-fire rage and black-fanged guilt clawing up his gut, and he couldn’t stop the crass words if he wanted to, “She was old enough to kill for me at fifteen; was she old enough to fuck then too?”

Yoruichi doesn’t even flinch, just pins him with a burning look sharp enough to cut. “Well you didn’t wanna fuck her then, did you? But she’s an adult now, and she can make her own choices, and I know you suck at human-ing so I’m gonna go ahead and give you a piece of advice in advance and hopefully save everyone a lot of needless drama - in general, people don’t like it when you make decisions for them because you think you know better. So before you panic even more and start pushing her away ‘for her own good’ but really actually because you freaked out about having feelings, maybe, just maybe, ask her what she wants.” She grins like a tiger that has its prey cornered. “Ichigo’s not stupid. Even I don’t know if she knows about your gigantic crush yet, she’s surprisingly closed off about personal issues, but let me just remind you, Kisuke - she didn’t sit at my bedside, or Shinji’s, or even Rukia’s, after the war, and you know full we were all laid out for days, if not from injuries then exhaustion.” She leans forward and snags the front of his Shihakushou to give him a hard shake. “Are you listening to me, Kisuke? She cares about you, and you care about her, and I have not seen you this happy in a very, very long time.” She glares at him, daring him to argue. “Even if nothing comes from this, even if you just stay friends, don’t you dare fuck this up for yourself. You’ve got a good thing here. She’s good for you, and she makes you happy. And it’s not a crime to be happy, Kisuke.”

She lets him go. Kisuke doesn’t move for a long minute, and this time, Yoruichi waits him out. “…What if I’m not good for her though?”

Yoruichi clicks her tongue and reaches for her own sake again, limbs going feline-languid once more. “That’s for her to decide. She’s got a decent head on her shoulders, Kisuke; if you really were poison for her like you seem to think you are every damn turn of the moon, she would’ve dropped you a long time ago.” She pauses to take a swig, and then she kicks him under the table hard enough to make him yelp. “Now quit being a coward, drink your damn sake, and then go home and be disgustingly domestic with your roommate when she gets back. And if after all this crap you put me through, you still end up hurting her, I’m gonna tell Kuukaku, and she’ll make you wish you were just dead.”

Kisuke thinks about that for a moment, remembers some of the antics Kuukaku used to get up to with Yoruichi, and internally cringes. “Right,” he sighs. Yoruichi rolls her eyes at him, and he sighs again. Well, he supposes he should’ve known better than to get any sympathy from Yoruichi. He also mulls over what she’s said though, and… well. If nothing else, Ichigo’s choices are her own. Kisuke’s manipulated her into a war once already. He can’t - he won’t - do it to her again, for anything.

He downs the last of his alcohol and this time dares to hope.

6. They never actually sit down and lay all their cards on the table and talk about it. It’s not in either of their natures; Ichigo prefers actions, and ninety percent of Kisuke’s words have always been used to deflect and manipulate. But, for Ichigo, the Shouten becomes home. She never moves out (and yes, she knew what she was doing when she packed up most of her belongings and carted them over to the shop), and at first, it was just to help because Kisuke was so badly injured from the war, but the longer she stayed, the harder it was to think about leaving again for good. When Kisuke hadn’t said anything even after he’d fully recovered, she took it as permission to stay, and of course that didn’t do anything to make her like him less. She enjoys his company, likes reading in his labs while he fiddles with his experiments, likes surprising him with new recipes, likes being surprised when he modifies or creates yet another Kidou spell for her monstrous levels of reiatsu so that it won’t blow up when she tries it. She likes that he always tucks her into bed if she falls asleep at her desk studying, and she likes that he trusts her enough to walk around without wearing his hat all the time. She likes that between her strength and adaptability and his creativity and cunning, they’re more or less evenly matched in a spar, and the harder she pushes him, the more thrilled he gets at having to work for his victories. She likes that he comes home one day with something both new and still familiar in his eyes when he looks at her, and a month later, on her birthday, he takes her halfway across the world to a rare book convention with a focus on Shakespeare, and halfway through that, his hand swings out to tangle her fingers with his own.

They never really talk about it, but Ichigo migrates into his bedroom one night and never sleeps in her own room again. They take things slow, honestly more for Kisuke’s benefit than her own, but she doesn’t mind because mostly, she just likes having Kisuke there, with her. He still treats her like glass sometimes, like something priceless he’s afraid to smudge just by touching it. Those days, Ichigo sprawls across him with all her weight and stays there until he wraps himself more firmly around her, usually dozing off while Ichigo works on a draft of her first book.

They don’t talk about it. But they don’t have to, to know what they mean to each other.

[percilout]

Why I think Jaskier is queer-coded and also bi/pan: An Essay

Earlier today I made a post [x] asking for opinions on Jaskier being queer-coded and now I’m presenting you my 1.5k word long essay on why I think that’s the case and why I also think that Jaskier is bi/pan (even though the character most definitely wasn’t planned that way).

I used lots of gifsets and Tumblr posts as inspiration and sources and humbly thank everyone who has made my life much easier with those.

Okay, so, let me start this off by saying that the showrunners don‘t and most probably won‘t want to make Jaskier queer in any way. But there‘s a bit of a problem there because there‘s a good chance that the actor (Joey Batey) is going to go against that with his personal choices in acting the character out.

It doesn‘t help that there‘s an interview in which he actively goes against calling Jaskier a womaniser and says that he is just „falling in love with everyone“ as soon as he sees „them“, he spots „someone“ and is obsessed with „whoever“ is in front of him. You can see it in this post (https://heydrichmuller.tumblr.com/post/189946596054/my-brother-played-the-pronoun-game-wound-up) in which what the actor does is called „playing the pronoun game“. That‘s what lots of queer people do when talking about their love life/sexuality/partners/etc. I say it doesn‘t help because it actively paints the character he‘s playing as bi/pan, especially with the „he just loves everyone“ comment.

 Then there‘s another thing, now something that we can see in the show - movement.

Queer-coding hugely depends on clichés, I know that, but that doesn‘t mean that those clichés aren‘t true sometimes. So when I look at Jaskier‘s movements and he‘s moving his hands a certain way, cocking his hips and holding his hands there, cocking his head, I can‘t help seeing a queer person there. (https://gayregis.tumblr.com/post/189807338329/its-all-about-the-hand-gestures-joey-batey-as)

 That also brings me to the next point:

He‘s a Drama Queen. He gasps! And argues! And cannot believe the way he’s treated! He deserves better!

Now, one could say that He‘s a bard! That‘s what he does! It‘s to entertain people! But. Jaskier doesn‘t entertain people when he‘s being a drama queen. Instead, he‘s greatly annoying them with it and, at the most, only entertaining himself. This is mostly visible in the „You need a nap!“ scene, which also shows his exaggerated movements pretty well. (https://captainpoe.tumblr.com/post/189836119464/the-witcher-1x05-bottled-appetites)

 Then there are some other scenes that (to any queer person, I‘d say) just scream „this can‘t be straight, can it?“, simply bc it‘d be So Fucking Weird if it‘s actually meant to be straight...

One of those is the bathtub scene. Like, what, it‘s normal to rub your friend-not-friend‘s „lovely bottom“ with camomile? In what world??? And there‘s no reason Jaskier needs to do any of that, Geralt could have just bathed himself. (https://mrcavill.tumblr.com/post/189812738178)

From that we can go on to another part of the bathtub scene: „And yet, here we are“ (https://catness-tchalla.tumblr.com/post/his-189817475480), implying that Jaskier wants/needs Geralt.

 Jaskier‘s basically running after a fruitless friendship for over 10 years. He‘s showing real perseverance in befriending someone, while also employing excuses to do so (using the fact of being a bard and /having/ to sing about him/sharing his legacy as an excuse to stick close to him for so long). And he does try to have a kind of intimacy with a man who‘s generally seen as someone who‘s intimidating and driving everyone away. (https://thewitchersdaily.tumblr.com/post/189937577863/no-lord-in-his-right-mind-will-come-close-if)

Still, Jaskier‘s desperate to have his company and wants to continue travelling together to prove that he can be a good partner. (https://meldvnsk.tumblr.com/post/189961512351/me-when-i-see-how-desperately-jaskier-want-to-be)

 I do also want to make a point about Jaskier‘s outfits, although most of it can really be condensed into Well, He Is A Bard, So.

But I just want to state that there is no reason for him to still dress so extravagantly when he‘s just walking through the woods for days and weeks with Geralt. At first he has no other choice but, with the years, surely he can learn to have something more.... practical.... in his bag with him? But no, he chooses to keep his style and always look out of place. And, well, queer people are kinda known for the special care they take of their clothing (https://meldvnsk.tumblr.com/post/189960250906/jaskiers-outfits)

 Then I want to shine some light on the way Jaskier talks about him on their first day of meeting: https://thewitchersdaily.tumblr.com/post/189776322313/same-geralt-of-rivia-and-jaskier-in-the-witcher and https://skywalkrluke.tumblr.com/post/189956240667/the-witcher-2019. He is basically trying to please this, well, Manly Man™, with his (very awkward) compliments, akin to another scene we know - the „sexy goose“ fiasco, in which Jaskier totally fails in Flirting 101. (https://thewitcherdaily.tumblr.com/post/189811062630/the-witcher-1x06-rare-species)

 In episode 6, there‘s a scene that a lot of queer people can identify with (or at least I think so and I actually do). Jaskier is trying to comfort Geralt in a way, but also himself. He suggests leaving together, to „get away for a while“, to run away from all their problems while still sharing each other’s company. And what hits the most is the bard saying that No, he is not thinking about a new song right now, this is just about them, this is just about him trying to figure out what he himself wants. (https://skyvalker.tumblr.com/post/189947455079/the-witcher-2019-s01e06-rare-species)

 And now we come to the point where I can seriously not think anything else but „Oh boy, that guy is love with another man“: Her Sweet Kiss (https://youtu.be/NyZvWBFbIRw).

First off, the song is a reaction to Geralt‘s rejection of him and states how hurt he is by that rejection (https://captnswilson.tumblr.com/post/189886399796/if-life-could-give-me-one-blessing-it-would-be-to).

But I will go into a bit more detail, starting with the changes in the song that happened between the first time we hear it (start of episode 6) and the time we finally hear the finished song at the end of the episode.

 Firstly, „I‘m weak, love“ changed to „I‘m weak, my love“, underlining with the use of the possessive pronoun that whoever is the „I“ sings about their personal loved one.

Secondly, there‘s the line „garroter, jury and judge“.

We know that Geralt is the mentioned garroter (remember Marilka saying Geralt sounds like garroter in the first ep?). Now, what does it say that Jaskier is debating whether to use „gorgeous garroter“ or „lovely garroter“ in the song and then ends up using neither? My take on this is that the finished song focuses more on the pain he experiences than being a hymn on the heroic actions of the handsome Witcher. The idea of a gorgeous garroter has actually become, as Jaskier calls it, „too cerebral“.

 I‘ve talked quite a bit about the song now without having explained what I think it actually means, so let‘s come to that.

Her Sweet Kiss has three sets of personal pronouns - I, you, and she. I believe that those stand for Jaskier, Geralt and Yennefer respectively. Going with this choice of characters, it‘s fairly easy to see what the lyrics want to tell us.

In the first verse, Jaskier is basically just complaining about Yennefer. He paints her as the evil one, the one causing him heartache and pain.

I do not think that this verse, as I have read quite often, is written from Geralt‘s perspective. It doesn‘t make much sense regarding the use of pronouns and the meaning of the verse.

Why would Geralt complain about her and then call her his love? Why would he talk about her (using „she“ and „her“) and then switch to talking to her („Tell me, love“)?

It makes much more sense to say that this is Jaskier talking about „her“ (Yennefer) to his „love“ (Geralt), especially when one thinks about the line „How is that just?“.

 That last line of the verse shows Jaskier criticising Geralt‘s actions. It directly accuses him of being unjust towards Jaskier, something that was previously unheard of because the Witcher always does the thing that does the world justice. But in this case, the bard was left hurt by him without a good reason.

 When it comes to the chorus, there is nothing much to interpret. The lyrics plainly state that Geralt‘s relationship with Yennefer is destroying something. Looking at the context of Geralt and Yennefer „breaking up“, followed by Geralt forcing Jaskier to leave, this must clearly mean the destruction of Geralt‘s and Jaskier‘s friendship.

 The second verse starts with Jaskier warning Geralt of Yennefer, who is depicted as a dangerous current, pulling him closer into her clutches.

The verse then ends with the part we already know from the beginning of the episode.

 „I’m weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge

I welcome my sentence

Give to you my penance

Garrotter, jury and judge“

 If you think this is Jaskier giving up and leaving Geralt alone after having accompanied him for more than a decade, having finally been judged and sentenced to a life without him by the famous garroter, then yes, we are exactly on the same wavelength there.

  (Of course I don‘t think that that‘s what the producers thought while making it but hey, that‘s exactly where the accidental queer-coding comes in again!

So, anyway, this is exactly why I see Jaskier as bi/pan but of course that‘s only my personal perspective.)

Tagging the people who helped me by making gifsets and sharing their thoughts on Jaskier:

@lola1b @pocketlibrary @heydrichmuller @gayregis @captainpoe @mrcavill @his-catness-tchalla @thewitchersdaily @meldvnsk @skywalkrluke @skyvalker @captnswilson 

[tsarisfanfiction]

WIP #48

(Send me a number 1-60 [or a fandom/character I guess] for the corresponding wip) because I’m bored and brain-fried and have too many wips that’ll otherwise never see the light of day.

For @rachfielden-xo who asked for “Number 3 - Thunderbirds Are Go x”.  As number 3 isn’t TAG, I grabbed the third TAG fic instead!

Okay, so this is a reject that I started writing for irrelief, but it just got too ooc for my liking, so I scrapped it and rewrote it from the beginning, which became Grape Juice or Wine.  So yes, this one is pretty ooc and little terrible, but it’s in the folder so here it comes...  A sneak peak at the stuff I usually never let see the light of day!

Alan was fairly sure there were rules against this.  As an unfortunate soul with four older brothers, and one adopted older sister, he was well-versed in the many, many ways older siblings could torment a younger. Various methods of hazing, abandoning him to play with kids while they did the cool stuff, and calling ‘older brother privilege’ whenever there was anything fun and exciting with a limited amount of spaces.

(Of course, there were also many good things about five older siblings, but Alan was sulking and choosing to ignore those for the moment.)

This, however, had to take the cake.  There was nothing more humiliating as a younger brother than being forced to stay and watch your older sibling do something utterly cringe-worthy, and this time it wasn’t one of them.  It was all four brothers.  Kayo had escaped using her general sneaky Kayo-ness, which left one, desolate, teenage boy lurking at the edge of a high function party that was technically adults only.  It was being hosted by Penelope, and in what he had thought was an admission that he was not the immature teenager his brothers claimed, but rather a responsible, grown up member of society she had waived the age limit in his case.

At the time, that had been amazing.  Now, he was wishing he’d followed Kayo’s lead and escaped while he had the chance.

Gordon, an adult by British standards, was mooning over the British aristocrat.  By itself, that was nothing unusual, but the shy, stilted awkwardness Alan had grown used to seeing whenever Penelope was in the vicinity (no matter how Gordon denied being anything other than “utterly cool and suave”) was gone.  An adult function had adult drinks, and someone had let Gordon near them. Red-faced and slurring, any elegance Gordon might have exhibited at the start of the event, some three hours previously in a sharp suit with gaudy yellow tie and pale pink rose in his pocket that just happened to match the dress Penelope had selected for the evening, had fled with no return in sight.

Alan looked away and pretended he didn’t know him as he tripped over his own feet for the nth time, managing to tear his expensive trousers at the knee and splash whatever cocktail he’d had in his hand over the bottom of Penelope’s dress.  It didn’t stop him from hearing Parker’s outraged cry, and Penelope’s calm and measured assertion that perhaps he’d had quite enough to drink and should have a glass of water and sit down.  It certainly didn’t stop him hearing Gordon’s negative response – apparently being drunk just made Gordon louder.

The corner of the room held the opposite problem.  John, ever responsible, and ever despairing of social situations, had secreted himself away behind the lavish curtains of the ballroom they were stuck in. Unfortunately, British aristocrats had an uncanny sense for nerves – wasn’t that supposed to be a horse thing – and what had supposed to be a hideaway for the evening with a good book had ended up a prison cell for his brother.  Gaggles of women, none so obviously inebriated as Gordon but with a rosy flush to their cheeks Alan didn’t think was makeup alone, had cornered the astronaut and were plying him with drink after drink while forcing conversation upon him.

Normally, Alan would stick with his brother.  He’d struck out earlier, full of excitement at being classified as an ‘adult’, determined to mingle.  By the time he’d realised that no-one except Penelope had any intention of treating him as such, several elderly ladies going so far as to aww him and pinch his cheeks when he tried to make conversation, his safe haven in the form of John had been compromised.  Shattered glass littered the floor by his feet, white suit splattered with crimson wine stains, but any and all attempts John made to clear it up were fouled by the women determined to catch his attention.

While not as worthy of disownment as Gordon, Alan was still trying to pretend he didn’t know the ginger for the time being.

Virgil was also making a spectacle of himself, and not in the usual way his musical brother did at parties.  A grand piano in the corner was occupied by another pianist, and Virgil’s early offers to play had been dismissed by the Brit.  Alan thought the man was an idiot, especially as Virgil could play better than him, but good, kind Virgil with a heart of gold had taken the cold shoulder with easy grace, and gone to find other pastures.

Sadly, those other pastures included wine, and while Virgil could hold his liquor reasonably well (unlike Gordon, who was now trying to screech some sort of… something at Penelope which was far less enchanting than he believed), he was still drunk and currently attempting to fit as many cookies in his mouth as possible, whilst holding a conversation with an equally drunk young man Alan didn’t know and spraying both their suits with crumbles and spittle.  The disapproving looks they were getting from the very same women that had been calling him adorable and pinching his cheeks minutes earlier prompted Alan to disown him, too.

This was his first grand, adult, party, and he’d wanted to make a good impression.  That could not be done if it was known that the drunkard in the middle of the room, harassing the hostess, was his immediate older brother, or that the one with no table manners at all was the next one up, or even that the recluse in the corner with wine stains and a habit of dropping glasses was related to him.  Nor could it be done as long as his eldest brother alternated between flirting with anything on two legs – female, male, or performing dog – with increasing cheesiness as his own glass emptied and refilled over and over again, and clucking all over him like a concerned mother hen.

“Alan, are you enjoying yourself?  Alan, don’t touch the alcohol.  Alan, that had better be fruit juice you’re drinking.  Alan, you’ve got a crumb on your cheek.  Alan your tie is wonky.  Alan. Alan.  Alan.”

He wasn’t lurking by the wall, pretending to be ornamentation instead of a guest, just to avoid old women and their pinches.  All of his brothers were being an embarrassment, but none more so than Scott – who pipped Gordon purely by virtue of not leaving him alone long enough to be socially disownable.  He was fairly certain that was at least half the reason the women were cooing over him.

Somewhere near Gordon, who had found his feet again and was clinging to Penelope’s arm like the squid he was as he talked a mile a minute at the top of his lungs about utter nonsense, and Virgil, who seemed to be on his second platter of cookies, and not quite blocking his view of John now on his knees amongst fancy ballgown skirts, Scott was flirting with the oldest woman in the room, and Alan seriously considered fleeing the event entirely.

“I’m way too sober for this,” he bemoaned.  He’d never been drunk in his life, didn’t know if alcohol really numbed things like embarrassment or if his brothers were just capable of being that humiliating without it and just chose not to most of the time, but tales dragged out from past parties implied that it would help.  The punch bowl was looking mighty tempting.

He settled for grabbing another, dutifully non-alcoholic, drink from a waiter as he wandered past and throwing it back in one go.

“That ‘ad better not ‘ave been h’alcohol, Master h’Alan, sir,” Parker’s disapproving voice drawled, and Alan groaned, turning to face the chauffeur/butler/whatever Penelope needed-er.

“It was orange juice.”

Parker held out a hand expectantly and, rolling his eyes, Alan handed the glass over for inspection. The man sniffed the glass suspiciously for several moments before straightening again.

“h’Orange juice it was,” he agreed, slipping the empty glass onto a passing waiter’s tray with a sleight of hand Alan wished he could emulate.  “Sorry, Master h’Alan, sir.  Master Scott h’asked me to keep h’an eye on you.”

“As well as the eye he’s keeping on me?” Alan grumbled, knowing without looking that his eldest brother had switched to hover mode again and was making a beeline for him.

“h’Well, you h’are h’under eighteen,” Parker reminded him.  “’er Ladyship wasn’t supposed to h’invite you in the first place.”

“Alan!” Scott greeted, again, slinging an arm around his shoulders.  His suit was still immaculate – the only one of Alan’s brothers to not somehow spill something on himself so far despite the glass of wine clutched in his hand.  “Why are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding,” Alan protested.  “I was talking with Parker.”

“Your brother is behaving ‘imself remarkably, Master Scott, sir,” Parker obligingly interjected. “Per’aps you should be focusing on the h’other one.”  He sent a dark look towards the centre of the room.

“Gordon’s not doing any harm,” Scott dismissed with a wave of the wineglass.  The liquid barely sloshed and Alan was reminded that Scott did, supposedly, know what he was doing at high function events.

“h’I beg to disagree, sir,” Parker muttered.  “h’If you gentlemen will h’excuse me.”  Alan didn’t want to excuse the only reasonable conversationalist in the room, but Parker didn’t wait for a complaint before making purposeful strides towards where Gordon had started attempting to serenade Penelope in a terrible, out of tune rendition of Drunken Sailor.  Normally, Gordon could sing.  Drunk, he was apparently tone deaf.

The song choice seemed appropriate, and he said as much to Scott, who grinned before scowling at his tie, straightening it again even though no-one had touched it since the last time Scott had been over to “smarten him up”.  Alan suspected he was just as drunk as Virgil as he batted him away ineffectually and diverted his attention towards where Penelope had finally disentangled herself from Gordon with some assistance from Parker and was heading their way.

As soon as Scott turned, he scarpered, and dutifully hid in the toilets with a good game – adulting be damned – until Parker came to drag him out several hours later to an almost empty ballroom and a pile of drunk and exhausted (or just exhausted, in the case of John) brothers in the middle.

“h’I’m afraid getting them ‘ome h’is your job, Master h’Alan,” the butler said.  He at least sounded apologetic, even if he was glaring daggers at Gordon.  “’er Ladyship ‘as h’another h’appointment in the morning h’and needs to return ‘ome h’immediately.”

The Lady in question was talking quietly to the last few non-Tracy guests as they left the ballroom. Alan groaned.  Tracy One was parked on the helipad at the top of the building, and he was starting to realise why Scott had allowed Penelope to invite him.

Next time, one of them could be the designated pilot.  He was never attending any ‘adult party’ again.

[lalaytight]

Nct Dream as University Students

-Information Prior to Reading-

Clearing - When applying to University after the official date of the A level results, national results, the clearing section opens which allows people who did not get the required grades or have changed their mind in term of courses, apply to university and get a spot.

Dissertation - he final project completed in the last year of University, is normally around one set topic and makes up a good chunk of the final grade awarded at the end of the course.

Pre's - Stands for Pre Drinks a social event where alcohol is consumed prior to going to the clubs.

Masters- A second degree normally 12-18 months long in addition to the bachelors degree when you first graduate. Normally more specific than the first degree.

Gap Year- A year taken between finishing up school and going off to university, normally spent either saving for university or more commonly travelling the world and 'finding' yourself in a third world country on a beaten path.

Pull/ going on the pull- The act of trying to get a date or take someone home with you whilst on a night out in the clubs/ pubs. Can be either successful or unsuccessful but is a great past time.

Tactical chunder-  The act of throwing up whilst drunk in order to sober yourself or remove some of the alcohol from your body. Is often done to make room for more alcohol.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption

Mark Lee

Mark is currently a second year university student studying Art history. His entrance story to university was not easy nor common, at first he took a gap year working out just what he wanted to do with himself for the rest of his life. About halfway through this gap year he decided university was not for him and he wanted to take a gap life rather than just a gap year. However, his mother was not impressed and insisted he went to university. Therefore, he entered as an Art History student but did not put any effort in resorting in him having to retake his first year of university. As his parents told him that if he dropped out that he must have a full time job in place before doing so and Mark was too lazy to find a job.

Mark is part of the university football, soccer, team. He wasn't a first pick for the club and he is mainly kept as a reserve for the team. It's not that he isn't a team player, rather the opposite and his club members absolutely love him as he's their biggest hype man. They always want him on their society nights out but they just don't want him playing. Mark might be a team player and somewhat  well coordinated but he isn't the best under the pressure of the game and can get overwhelmed by the large groups of players he has to go up against.

After his first year plunder where he was forced to retake the year considering he passed none of the assignments or exams, Mark got his act together. He is now one of the hardest working members of the class trying to constantly prove to himself and his lecturers that he can in fact do it. When it comes to group projects he generally takes on the role of the person trying to convince the others to do the work. However, when this is undoubtedly unsuccessful he will then pull his weight to the max and complete the work that was missing from the other project members. The epitome of a stressed bunny at all times whilst trying to do uni work.

Mark is a terrible lightweight who attempts to keep up with his friendship group, who are all younger than him. And he is not very successful at it, he will only drink liquor partially because its a ploy to get him drunk faster and because his stomach cannot stand anything yeasty in terms of alcohol. He is fully under the belief that apple sours is a very strong drink. When drunk Mark seems more than willing to share his insane knowledge of Justin Bieber songs, he knows nearly the entire discography it would seem though not in the right key, Haechan has still to find a song he doesn't know the words to yet but the younger man has made it his mission to do so. Mark will get chatting to the prettiest person in the room accidentally whilst drunk and the others are definitely jealous of him especially when said person not only offers to help Mark back to his room and into bed but will also give Mark their number before leaving.

Huang Renjun

Contrary to popular belief Renjun is not an arts student, though he throughly enjoys the subject and can be seen frequently floating around outside the building he is in fact a classics student. No nobody knows what that means and Renjun is more than likely to study a masters on top so he can actually do something with his degree, maybe teaching though he's not a fan of small children.

Renjun is not part of a society but he is well known on the campus. He is considered two things firstly the one kid who spends way too much time around the art building considering none of his lectures occur there. He lurks with the intent to be able to sneak his way into the building and this is where he is not directly known but known for. This is because he steals from the department to supply his own personal art supply. He has a mission to never pay for his own supplies again he will only use the university's. To do this he tries to sneak in using a different unsuspecting person's swipe card access as this doesn't bring anything suspicious to him or another person. Hence the lurking but he tries to play it off that he's waiting for his partner though tends to walk off with a different person each time the security guards overly catch him.

In terms of being in class, Renjun is that one quiet student. Considering the register is done by tapping yourself in on the wall and not physically answering your name, it is more than likely you won't hear him speak for weeks on end. It's also like this in group projects as he doesn't tend to turn up to group meetings preferring to email you instead or when he does he still remains quiet. The one other noticeable thing about Renjun in class is that he goes all out in terms of appearance. He has never attended a lecture, seminar or meeting in jogging bottoms and his fit is normally very much on trend. He even went through a little time period where he was dressed like an eboy but realised he suited the softer colours much better and swapped it out for the normal yellows and oranges he is more commonly known to wear.

Just like Mark, Renjun is a pretty big lightweight. He is the first to vomit throughout the night and will continue to do so throughout the night. But he tends to pretend or try to convince the others that he is actually much more sober than he actually is. It doesn't go swimmingly well, as they coin onto the fact that every time he disappears it's to the toilet to vomit. In fact he almost accidentally locks himself in one of the stalls in the mens toilet and has to be rescued by one of the other boys in order to get out. Will try to brush it off as that he wasn't that drunk in the first place but is not doing a very good job about it. In terms of trying to pull on a night out Renjun tends to go for the friend of the poor person Jaemin is flirting with non stop. The two make rather great sidemen even though its not always on purpose.

Lee Jeno

Jeno studies architecture which is actually a really long degree. But in order for him not to appear as nerdy as he is, he tells everyone he is studying something to do with sports. Normally going for sports psychiatry as his go to or back up degree only his housemates, or closest, friends know what he is actually studying. He is convinced by telling everyone he studies Architecture that it will ruin the image he has so carefully crafted for himself.

Jeno is a rugby player and proud of it. He tends to wear it with pride like it is a personality trait and can often be seen walking around the University City in his rugby jumper with his initials and nickname plastered on in the most obnoxious font. Though he joined the sports society for the game he very quickly fell in love with the social aspect to the society as well. He can always be seen on a rugby boys night out going full out for whatever theme they have chosen for the night sometimes getting the other boys to help him with the makeup for some of the different costumes he wears. He gets really excited when its his turn to sing the dick song around the hughstreet chanting his own made up verse about his own sexual endeavours despite being completely unexperienced.

Jeno is a lazy student. He tends to do the bare minimal for everything related to the degree. This includes actual attendance, if he attends, which he often tends not to do, you can bet the clothes he was in was the exact same outfit he wore the week before. Most of the time he is found back at his uni accommodation just chilling with his other housemates when they ask him why he's at home and not at uni his go to response is 'I just couldn't be bothered to walk there so I decided to stay home' or 'I slept through my alarm and decided to take a self care day'. Even if his self care day had literally been the day beforehand. However, despite his lack of effort in actually producing work, especially in group projects, its hard for anybody to get overly mad at him considering he normally brings out the big guns and will get up to present the project making most of it up considering he did not do any of the research or work. When he actually wants to get work done you can only find him on the silent floor of the library hidden in one of those single person cubby holes right at the back. He is the kind of person to hiss, maybe even bark, at someone if they made noise around his quiet space.

On a night out Jeno is that one drunk who likes to bring out his talent at 'playing' the guitar. Like most people the one song he actually knows how to play is Oasis 'Wonderwall' and he will play this multiple times during the night. The only way to stop him doing this is to let him be completely in charge of the music for the night and therefore a lot of grime music is played throughout the evening only being interrupted by the odd song one of the other boys has managed to sneak onto the playlist. Is the best at holding their alcohol but does take a tactical chunder right before going to bed in order to reduce the banging hangover he knows he's going to have in the morning. When the boys are playing games whilst at pres Jeno is the first to flake out and give up on the game never have I ever considering he has done nothing and feels like he is the only one not drinking and doesn't find the game fun.

Lee Donghyuck/ Haechan

Haechan studies theatre studies. No surprise there as he has a talent for the arts, he is a well versed triple threat and is thought to be an actual threat to his other students or as he likes to call them his competitors. He is one of those who you cannot be sure whether he took the degree because he wanted to study what he was so good at or because he enjoyed the drama between the students on the course more. Considering there was so much between the department. He knows everything going on, exactly who's sleeping with who. You want to know the tea he's got it.

As a part of his course Haechan is very often involved in the shows the university puts on every semester. Yes all three of them, and he's pressed when they actually cast a female to play the female lead. He's also joined the music society and is a proud treasurer. He is in charge of how the club spends their money and doesn't hesitate to put most of their budget aside for the recruitment events in September and following bar crawls. The society has gained many members due to the legendary parties they throw curtesy of the budgeting planning Haechan performs.

Haechan is very friendly with nearly everyone in his tutor group. He's not shy to introduce himself to others and this has granted him a very nice reputation around the class. It's worked in his favour as everyone has deemed him someone safe to tell their stories and feelings to, well nearly everyone, and therefore he is the gossip queen. He promises to keep your secrets but his entire set of roommates know everything by the end of the day. He's a hard worker, extremely hard worker and this shows in his work as he constantly remains at the top of his class. He stays late all the time to work and books out the many rooms in his building over the weekend to work. His dissertation out of all the boys was probably one of the best, because he actually cared for the subject he was writing about.

At a Pre's Haechan is the one who hacks the playlist. He loves to add just a little bit of Bieber to every playlist, it's a guilty pleasure. But Jeno never seems truly angry at him, a little miffed that his password keeps getting guessed but other than that the hacking's allowed. Haechan is also the one to bring out the drinking games first. He's a sucker for any card based drinking game but will totally come up with his own rule set and spend most of the time arguing with anyone trying to tell him that the rules are incorrect. By the time they've hit the club he's had a cheeky little vomit on the side of the path only to continue to laugh it off. Alcohol just makes him even more daring than he was anyways so out comes the jester. The sudden courage to do anything when drunk is a blessing and a curse. He is the only one up to climbing over the stools to release a trapped Renjun but he is also always up to dancing on the tables pint in hand. The most reluctant to leave the club. And the one pulling when he really doesn't want to. He's there to party not to get numbers. At the end of the night he's gained like 5 snapchats he never intends to use.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin studies English Literature. He was given two options, start work or go to university. And Jaemin's too pretty to be working so university it was. In his opinion. He entered university, barely, but he got the grades he needed irregardless. And after all who cares what A level's you hold when you have a degree?

Jaemin isn't in any society's or on any sports teams. He doesn't care about university that much to get involved. What he is at is every single student night held by the student union. He's always there right in the centre of the room having the time of his life and chucking the empty cups onto the floor.

Jaemin's a lazy student in the way that he attends university because he doesn't want his attendance to plummet but he has no intent to involve himself in the lectures. Barely completes his coursework and he once tried to pay a ghost writer to write his essay. He can always be found sat at the back of the lecture hall sitting in a strange silence alone. He's dressed to the nines and looks completely at peace air pods in and Netflix show playing. He doesn't have to worry about getting notes he'll just flirt his way into getting someone to send them to him. The official crush of the English Lit course, but he's just a little too far away for comfort. He does not participate in group work, he's always sending the work but it never arrives. You'll have to do his part as well and he'll get the same grades the rest of the group does. Because even when you send those sheets in about what everyone did, the lecturers don't read them or care and he gets away with it.

Jaemin has one intention on a night out to pull. But he isn't looking just for a casual relationship. He's determined to find the one whilst at uni. He's looking for his other half. And he'll use any of the other guys to help him pull. Anyone and everyone is his wingman. Except Jisung who's the house baby and he can't ever see dating. Jaemin can hold his alcohol pretty well, he's had enough practice. He's always the one to suggest shots on a night out. And he always picks a Jaegar bomb. To the point where nobody in the house can smell Jaeger without getting the urge to vomit.

Zhong Chenle

A boy from a well off background studying economics. Couldn't get more cliche. But the truth is that Chenle loves the subject he picked it not because it was a typical rich boy thing to do, but because it generally interested him. He worked hard to get into university. But he won't tell anyone. If anyone asks he just laughs it off with a shrug of his shoulder as to query what else he would he do?

Chenle joined the music society Haechan is the treasurer of. And he's gunning for Haechan's chair when the older guy leaves university. He loves the society and everything they do, from the self produced songs to the nights out and the editing of self made music videos. But this isn't the only club he's a part of, he's joined the university extreme Frisbee sports team. He joined as a joke back in first year but he felt almost guilty just quitting. So here he is still part of the team. But hey they get to go to varsity each year and he gets to parade around in his sports uniform. And its a hit with the ladies.

In class, Chenle is one of the most active participants. He loves his subject, loves his study and he rather enjoys arguing with students and professors alike. It has lead to a rather sour view of him from many of the students. But he has his solid core of friends and couldn't care about what the others think. What he does care about is the way one of the lecturers teach and his goal is to drive them to insanity so that they quit. After all who makes group work a necessity in every single seminar. Evil people. And he's here to rid the university of evil lecturers. No matter what it takes. Despite his hate for the obscene amount of group work, he's an active participant and always willing to give the presentation working for many of his more shy classmates. But he will drag out the presentation what was supposed to be five minutes is more like 20 and full of jokes and one liners which mean you never forget what he was talking about. Even if it was completely down the wrong track.

Chenle is a great mixologist at a pre's. He'll make anyone a drink. And its strong, pungent and straight to the point. You want to get drunk, he's your man. He'll help you take a tactical chunder before you leave for the club as well. But he's also ridiculously responsible and won't let you get black out drunk in his own house. He knows when you've hit your limit and will totally supply you with water he pretends is gin so you can sober up slightly. Toaster is also always on to provide those carbs you need so desperately if you've gone overboard too fast. He's also the one who demands you go for food once you've left the club. Whilst in the club he's down for anything. Mariah Carey, break up songs or heavy metal he's here for it all. Finger guns at the ready he's going full out. Will draw the room's attention and unsuspecting targets, namingly Jisung, onto the dance floor with him.

Park Jisung

A humanities guy through and through, Jisung studies History. Another not ashamed of the course he's studying, Jisung will happily tell anyone that he's studying history. He'll also tell anyone that History was the only subject he passed well and it was just fate. He came in through clearing but he'll tell you the story of how desperate the university was to have him that they didn't care about the U he got in Maths.

Jisung is an active participant in the shows the university puts on each semester. He doesn't take to the front of the stage but rather works in the back. He's a sound technician and a rather good one. He can mix and sort out the mic's levels like nobody else. And if he turns up Haechan's mic when he's got a solo he'll always say his finger slipped. And he's charming enough to get away with it, every single time.

Jisung loves history, but he hates participation. If he could join every single lecture and seminar from the comfort of his bedroom he would. But alas he cannot, lecturers actually want you to attend. So begrudgingly he does make his way in for scheduled lessons. But he's sat in the very back corner where its so dark nobody can see him there. He listens and takes notes but if a questions asked to the class he'll slump down into his chair to avoid being seen to be asked the question. In terms of working with others this is also not something he wants to do. Jisung already has his friends, his housemates, he doesn't need any more. And therefore, he never ever makes any of the meetings set up by the group. He's active as much as he physically has to be in the group chat but that's all. He does however, send his piece of the work in super early. So there's a silver lining to his complete and utter reluctancy to work with others. Even if he does leave the group feeling as though he's a bit of an ass.

Jisung is the house's baby. And therefore, they're always trying to get him drunk. He's a lightweight and he's drunk within two hours of them starting. But he's an adorable drunk sat in the corner of the room on the sofa covered by a blanket that has been taken from someone's room nursing a bowel of snacks and laughing when someone loses ring of fire and has to drink the mixture of alcohol in the middle of the table. He makes it to the club, always does, but is banned from drinking any more when he gets there. He's also constantly under the strict watch of the others as he has a tendency to wander around the club and get lost. Though when in doubt you can always find him in the smoking area getting hit on by much older woman.

[hopeswriting]

FANDOM: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

EVENT: Flufftober 2020 

PROMPT: Going out for Coffee

AUTHOR: @hopeswriting​

RATING: G

PAIRING: Adult!Fon/Adult!Reborn

SUMMARY:

Reborn is going through a rough time, and nothing cheers him up better than their morning coffee dates.

WORDS: 1115

*

Fon pauses in his morning stretches at the sound of a gun being fired. He breathes deeply, because it became a recurrent sound these days.

Fon speed walks to the kitchen, to Reborn glaring at the coffee machine—or what is left of the coffee machine—scattered along the counter top and still fuming.

He glances at the mug in Reborn’s hand, his favorite mug, and would rather see it on the solid wood of the counter top, because Reborn better not even think to drop it to indulge his dramatic self.

Reborn shoots at the coffee machine again, which apparently managed to upset him again even in death.

“You do realize I paid actual money for everything in this apartment?”

“It was broken.”

“Was it?”

Reborn rolls his eyes. “It was broken before I shot at it, obviously. You wouldn’t question it if you were the unfortunate one who took a sip of this… brown liquid.”

He spills it in the sink, a displeased and judging look on his face, and Fon purses his lips to not smile.

He indulged him enough. Today is the day he draws the line, and will get him to talk about whatever is upsetting him.

“Reborn, sweetheart—”

Reborn holds his finger. “No, no pet names. We literally just established I didn’t have my morning coffee yet. Please pay more attention to the tragedies of my life.”

Fon smiles his ‘I’m not dealing with your shit right now’ smile, and turns around to get back to his stretches.

Reborn follows him to the bedroom, drags him to the wardrobe, throws it open in a grand gesture.

“Make yourself pretty for me, darling. We’re going out for a morning coffee date.”

Fon walks in the coffee shop dressed in a three-piece red pastel suit, tailored specifically for him, Reborn’s arm around his waist. His loose hair fall alongside his back, held together at the bottom with a red ribbon.

They get stared at, but only by the people who know to drink in pretty sights whenever the opportunity presents itself.

They’re regular clients, and Fon is sure everyone thinks they’re business partners who have heavy make out sessions on their office desks.

It never fails to make him laugh. That’s as close to the truth as they’ll ever get, which is actually close.

Reborn removes his arm from his waist to lean on the counter.

“Reborn, Fon, good morning,” the cashier says, in a sweet tone Fon knows he doesn’t use with anyone else but Reborn. “The usual?”

“You know it,” Reborn says in a sultry tone. “And they better be perfect too, because I just might kill you for real this time for any mistakes at all.”

The cashier laughs, as if Reborn doesn’t mean every word. He licks his lips, runs his hand through his hair. “Noted. Cash or card?”

Reborn smiles, leans his head against his hand, gazes up at him, blinking slowly. The cashier blushes.

Fon wants to roll his eyes hard.

He can’t believe this guy doesn’t have any sense of how dangerous Reborn is. Sure he stepped up a few times already to save him from a bullet through his head, but he certainly wasn’t trying at all, not even once.

“Reborn, sweetheart.” Fon curls his fingers around the back of his neck, and leans in to whisper in his ear. “If you don’t stop flirting with him right now, I’ll kill him before you have the chance to.”

He goes look for a table, Reborn’s laugh sounding in his back, smiling at the weight of his eyes on him.

Reborn sits across from him, puts his fedora aside on the table, a smug expression on his face.

“I thought you’d never notice. Do you know how many people I ruined the life of for even looking at you?”

“If you want me to play in your games more often, then maybe you should have more tastes while choosing the background characters.”

“And yet my poor tastes lead me to you. Fon, darling, I assure you I don’t need help to insult you, but I appreciate the sentiment.”

Fon tilts his head. “I’m obviously the exception to the rule. You do need your morning coffee to function properly, don’t you?”

“Thanks for finally noticing.” Reborn crosses his legs, plays footsie with him under the table. “Come sit next to me.”

“Come sit next to me?”

Reborn scoffs. “No, thank you. It’s not that bad yet.”

Fon smiles. “That’s good to hear.”

Reborn rolls his eyes, but doesn’t comment. Fon leaves it at it for now, but more importantly it’s better for everyone in the shop he drinks some coffee first.

Their server arrives, a new one, and he puts both espressos in front of Reborn, and the cup of tea in front of Fon.

Reborn slides one of the espresso to him, and he puts it aside with a grateful smile.

Today is still not the day he’ll allow that awful drink inside his body, but he appreciates the sentiment.

“Want to talk about it?”

“I don’t think so.”

“You’ve been… on edge lately, Reborn. I think it would help you to let it all out.”

Reborn smirks. “Do you mean sex? I’d like that.”

“I meant emotionally on edge.”

“Do you mean sex? I’d like that.”

Fon purses his lips, willing his laugh not to come out. This will stay a serious conversation, whether Reborn likes it or not.

Reborn laughs, childish-like and proud of his own joke, and he can’t help but chuckles alongside with him.

“Is it work?”

Reborn sighs, either relenting or done with the conversation. He drinks his coffee in silence, looking at Fon straight in the eye.

He relents.

“Yes. I’m a bit… overworked right now. But nothing to worry about.”

“And nothing you can’t pull through either, I’m sure.”

“Well, obviously. Who do you think I am?”

Fon grins. “The Worst Man on Earth.”

“Aww, darling. Why don’t you just propose already.”

Fon bursts out laughing. It prompts Reborn’s own laugh, light and honest like he didn’t get to hear since days on end now.

He leans on the table once it passes them, cradling his drink in his hands, a ghost of a smile still at the corner of his lips.

Fon plays footsie with him under the table.

“How can I help?”

Reborn’s eyes shine with mirth, and he straightens up. “Flirt with me. Seduce me. We only just met and you couldn’t help but madly fall in love with me.”

The fondest of smiles spreads Fon’s lips. He tilts his head. “Is that what happened? Because I remember it the other way around.”

*

I have mixed feeling for this about the setting. I didn’t write it to be in the same verse as prompt 2, but it could be very easily in the same verse, even if they’re softer with each other in this one. But they are softer with each other in this one, so it could happen either pre-canon or post-canon after the Curse is lifted, but not anywhere close with the whole Arcobaleno Curse business in any case. Or, and it’s single-handedly because this happens in a coffee shop, but I feel like it could also be a Modern!Flameless!Coffee Shop!AU lol. Anyway, I never wrote for this pairing before this serie, but you know what? I think I like it. I love the Soft Power Couple dynamic I have going on here anyway haha. Thank you for reading! Any and all review are appreciated ^^.

[moviestorian]

Queen on Fire - Live at the Bowl 1982 concert (Hot Space Tour) LIVEBLOGGGGGGGG

As promised! :) Initially I was supposed to go directly from Montreal to Wembley, but dear @his-majesty-king-mercury convinced me to do Live at the Bowl before, and I’m glad she did!

Background: The concert is dated at June 5, 1982. As I wrote in the title, it was part of the Hot Space tour and was initially supposed to be played at Arsenal Stadium in Highbury. A day before the gig Freddie had a nasty fight with his then-boyfriend who had bitten him between a thumb and forefinger.

Let’s begin! - ugh Hot Space - but hey, it's gonna be fun! It's Queen, and Queen always puts the bestest live shows! - oh wowzie, this is mah first liveblog since April, long time not seen right? - my pizza's ready, my coffee's ready, my dip is ready - I think I can start watching now - Ooo wow, this concert lasts an hour and 43 minutes? I would die if I had to play on stage for that long - I can already feel the enthusiasm!!! The ENERGYYYY - FLASH AAAAAAHHH AHHHH - they're leaving the plane and look so hella cuuute - oh hi Crystal! oh hi Phoebe! Great to see you all! - gotta say... Freddie's outfit is fabulous. - Brian: plays the guitar and jumps the Crowd: HELL YEAH - I'm only 3 minutes in and my current mood is: fuck the critics whoever trashed Queen and disrespected their music skills - WE WILL WE WILL ROCK YOU - I love the fast version, slaps 100 times harder than the studio version - Deaky looks awesome in blue, I mean I already noticed that when I watched Rock Montreal, but let me reiterate - It's only been 5 minutes but let me tell you...not enough zooms for Roger - Freddie's in a good shape and form... not that I'm surprised - ROGER - cute red little scarf on mah boi's neck - THE FIRST FREDDIE AND ROG INTERACTIONS, I LIVE, I'M HAPPY - "hello everybody" "hey hey hey" good time to miss Freddie - Action This Time... Anyone surprised that it sounds better live than on the album? - ROGER'S VOCALS HOTDAMN - Brian's hair is floofy as usual... why am I acting like it's an unusual thing - I really really miss hearing Freddie and Roger together... POWER DUO - the synths get introduced... I neither love nor hate it tbh - okay not Queen related but the pizza is not bad, for a frozen one - Freddie, you feeling too hot for that jacket? And you Deaky, too? Get undressed, babes, I certainly don't mind - Play the Game! I love this song... Also Freddie playing on a piano is a blessing to us all - He really puts his soul into this one... Bless this man - Brian's backing vocals always sound so soft... My tenor angel - THANK FRICKING GOD THE SYNTHS IN THE BACKGROUND ARE BARELY AUDIBLE - LOL FREDDIE - he put a towel on his head I'm XDDDD what a legend - this and the famous plastic bag is a thrilling saga - AAAAA YOOOO - LMAO at Freddie throwing his...water?beer? at the audience - *Hot Space apologist speech* :P - we're at the funky part, I guess... - Brian and John's synchronized movements :)))) - ah okay it's Staying Power... I forgot what the song sounds like - Roger in black... I'm swooning - Roger has a nice closeup view on Freddie's butt, I mean back :D - This is not bad, but I'm gonna bet that I'll forget what this song sounds like again in less than two hours - John's haircut is cute and adorbs :D - OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO - Somebody to Love!!!!!!!!!!!!! - The intro...sounds so sublime, soft, and raw at the same time - I love that it sounds slightly different, depending on the concert - This is really emotional... We shall see how it goes, but so far it surpasses even the god tier Montreal version! - Forgive me for not saying too much now... I'm fully sunk in the sheer beauty of this sincere performance - Love Roger's drumming and the crowd clapping to the beat! - "I like it" ME TOO FREDDIE - I wish we could hear Roger a tiny bit better! I love the crescendo part - That was beautiful :') - Now I'm Here!!!! asjgashasashjgas - I love it when they perform it at higher speed - The jumping crowd fairly represents what my brain cells currently look like - I hella love Roger's drumming in this song - well not just this song but y'know - Freddie...what was that??? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH THAT FINGER??? - hehe you can tell that Brian's very into it :D - Brian trying to get Roger's attention... Rog is, however, fully dedicated to his drums :D - Freddie lying down after the song is a post-exercise or post-dinner mood - "Let's play a game" YES SIR - yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - "Go pretty boy, go" I'm SOFT - hear that bassline? YES ME TOO - (it's Dragon Attack if anyone's wondering) - Freddie Mercury: lead singer AND fitness instructor - wish I could make some screencaps, alas I'm watching this online so it would take too much effort so here we are - Fred, let BRIAN PLAYYYY nooo don't distract him! - out of context those cuts and shots look like John is jealous of Freddie and Roger XDDD this is gif and meme worthy (around 39 minute) - btw probably no one is interested because you came here for the Queen concert liveblog, but I got my period and I'm starting to feel it - IT SUCKS - ooooo Brian speaking! His voice is so soothing, I could listen to him all day and it would probably calm my nerves - acoustic guitar...I'm already in - WHY SO QUIET THOUGH - Love of My Life, I'm cry - Everyone's singing along from the very first line... this is beautiful - Everyone united by this song's pure beauty :))))) I'm not crying you are - Do you sometimes think about Brian playing the acords for this gorgeous track and there is no Freddie sitting beside him? - Yeah, I hate myself for that thought too - I might be a little bit emotional - No wonder it was this particular song was the one that finally convinced Bri's father to FINALLY accept his son's career - Brian's gentle smile I'm :') :') :') - *clap clap clap clap* SAME - We're at Save Me now... Are we doing a crying compilation or what? - This is almost as bad as the Queen Forever album I recently bought.. TOO EMOTIONAL - Don't get me wrong, I ADORE Save Me - But this is too much - Almost 50 minutes in and Freddie's voice is still STRONG AS A BELL - Remember what I said about the "fuck the critics" mood? Yeah the mood is back - Even the cute Roger/Freddie interaction almost makes me cry I'm agsahjhsAAAAAAAAA - I need a more lighthearted now BLEASE - I'm a tough cookie but when I have Queen feels very little can help! - Is this Back Chat? OH GOD - Please bring me back to the crying mode, I DIDN'T MEAN THIS - (I'm sorry Fidan and all the Back Chat fans over there, I'm not a huge fan of this song :-*) - We get a nice view on Roger's back, though *Lenny face* - The synths sound like a main theme for some mystery-drama tv show from the 1980s XDDD - I forgot how long this song is... - Get Down Make Love *insert Lenny face again* - Okay I gotta admit... lyrically this song is a mess and borderline cringey in the first verse, but I really like it musically - I GIVE YOU HEAT - I GIVE YOU MEAT *three Lenny faces* - Okay, let's just listen to the song and pretend we all forgot the English language, maybe? - That mid parts always makes me feel like I'm about to be abducted by aliens - Thank God I don't do drugs, I would start thinking I might be hallucinating - I assume that Brian's guitar solo starts now? - Nice intro! - And Roger gets time to breathe, the boy needs his oxygen - Actually, this may be one my favourite of Brian's guitar solos? - Brighton Rock :))))))))))))))) - Brian's hands are very pretty - oh noooooo - an error? - poor Bri - that disappointed guy who screamed "No" when the guitar stopped playing :D - thankfully he issue quickly got solved! - hi Roger, nice to see you back <3 - It's Roger's time to shine! - YEs, Under Pressure! - The Montreal version is gonna be hard to beat, though - Let's see - uu I like Fred's red jacket! - ...do you have any shirt underneath, though? Naughty boi - he does not LOL - "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH" - let me tell you again...Roger's mic is definitely not turned loud enough - This is great but still, I prefer the Montreal one - That beer always amuses me XD - Freddie, you want us to slap your ass? - Oh no, he's just announcing Fat Bottomed Girls XDDDD - "I was just a skinny lad" the editing team: cuts to the camera angle which shows Brian first and Freddie after him - Roger's "oooh" is funny because he's really into it :D :D :D - Freddie is now a pole dancer, he changed profession - The crowd, always cheering when Freddie gets undressed :P - I sense Crazy Little Thing Called Love incoming! - yes it is Crazy Little Thing! - Freddie's joke about the three guitar cords XDDD - This song always slaps - "she drives me crazYY" - ReAdY fReDdIe - FREDDIE PLS STOP FCKING YOUR GUITAR - this is pretty - BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY YEAH - he sounds so soft :)))) - and now so raw - "Momma UwU" - can't unsee this fricking meme now ajsdhjgdhjds - My favourite guitar solo :')))) - they actually played the video??? - I miss spaniel haired Deaky tbh - *instense drumming* *fireworks* - Oh Brian is wearing this cool shirt he also wore in Montreal! - jumpy Deaky...too bad you can onnly see him from the distance - GONG - that was sexy - Roger hitting that gong in the black outfit is sexier than shirtless Rog hitting the gong, change my mind - TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN TIEE YOUR MOTHER DOWN - There's only some 15 minutes left... The time always passes so quickly when I'm watching a Queen concert - Another One Bites the Dust! I've been waiting for thiiiis - Deaky: happy jump - He knows it's his time to shine - wait a second, when did Roger change his shirt? - I need a good closeup - Freddie be like *imma slap my thigh now* - ooo I see Roger's Japanese shirt now! It's pretty cool! - Brian looks great too - Those flashing light are kinda migraine-inducing, thankfully I don't have an aura today - SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER heartattack - Looks like Freddie is flirting with Red Special :P - they're going absolutely crazy XD - WE WILL ROCK YOU DRUMLINE INTENSIFIES - LOL the sombrero on Freddie's head :P - ups mr editor dropped a frame - And now we're truly heading towards the end... I'm gonna start associating We Are the Champions with farewells soon - Well done, boys - I know I say it every single time - But you can't stress this enough - :)))) I'm glad I did this liveblog - They look exhausted but very satisfied :))) - Bye bye!

Next time I’ll be doing Wembley 1986, hopefully soon!

Tagging all the people who expressed their wish to read my ramblings. :) Enjoy!

@his-majesty-king-mercury, @x5vale, @radio-ha-ha, @mephisto92, @39-brian, @melisa-may-taylor72, @silapril, @kitty-rushes-in, @lydiannode, @an-abyss-called-life, @litsy-kalyptica, @importantmuggoophero, I hope I didn’t forget anyone! ^^ Comments are nicely welcome! :3

[meowmeow-motherfucker]

Sweet Cherry Pie

Fine day, Sunday :D Day 11 of 12 Days of Ficmas hosted by @negans-lucille-tblr and @the-minus-four. I chose Public.

Word count: 1576

Warnings: flirting, sex in a public area, table sex, food play(?)

A/N: All of these prompts take place over the span of a few days, and are part of my Fox & Squirrel SPN verse. I’ve deliberately been vague in some parts because spoilers. I hope you enjoy! 

A/N 2: Days 3 and 10 will hopefully be posted later today!

    In spite of the brave face Dean put on, Savannah knew when he needed comforting. She did too, honestly. Sharing their decision with their extended family had definitely relieved some of the heavy burden, but only time would wholly soothe this wound.

    That, and pie. Lots of pie.

    Savannah delighted in cooking and baking. Having someone enjoy something she made filled her with pride and warmth. It satisfied some deep seated urge in her to provide for the people she loved. 

    So when Dean was sad, she made him pie. Well, more pie than she’d make normally. Her husband’s obsession with pie had definitely rubbed off on her. 

    Savannah was blaming the holidays for the crowded kitchen table. With so many guests, it made sense to make a dozen pies, didn’t it? Differing tastebuds and whatnot. 

    Savannah had tasked Sam and Bobby with keeping Dean out of the bunker for the morning, knowing he’d be constantly underfoot once he caught on to what she was doing. She and the troops had made quick work of the stack of recipes, constantly whisking, kneading, rolling and manning the oven. Cas had chosen to stay in the bunker and help the women bake, even going so far as to shed his trenchcoat and don an apron. 

    Claire took pictures when they started throwing flour at each other. Thankfully the pies were all spared, and the mess was easily cleaned. 

    Everyone had left the kitchen but Savannah when the boys came back. 

    “I smell PIEEEEEE!” Dean shouted exuberantly, his rushing gait echoing in the halls as he raced toward the kitchen. He flung open the door to see Savannah and the table covered in pie, and gasped dramatically. “Sammy! Call an ambulance. I’ve died and gone to Heaven.” 

    “No you haven’t!” Castiel squawked indignantly from somewhere behind him, making Savannah laugh. 

    “If anyone would know, it’d be him,” she said, grinning at Dean. “Hey there handsome.” 

    “Hey yourself, foxy lady,” he replied, taking her breath away with an easy grin as he sidled up to her. “Did you make all these for me?” he asked softly, pressing a kiss to her jaw. 

    “I had some help.” 

    “Yeah, I saw Cas’ apron,” Dean chuckled. “Not sure how he pulls off the pink, but I ain’t questioning it. So...why so many pies?” he asked, fixing her with a knowing look. “Still sad?” 

    “So are you.”

    “Yeah, but we’ll get through it. Right?”

    “Right,” Savannah said softly, reaching out to smooth his flannel. Dean laid his hand over hers, taking a moment just to feel her hand over his heart. “I tried some new recipes.” 

    “You spoil me, you know that?” Dean beamed, leaning in to (finally) kiss her lips. 

    “Someone has to,” she smiled. “So! I made three different apple pies. There’s a couple pecan and a lemon meringue setting up in the fridge, and yes I made two cherry so you can have one to yourself. I also made two chess pies, and tried a new blueberry lemon recipe.” Dean’s mouth watered as he gaped at the succulent sweets before him.

    “What’s different about the apple pies?”

    “Two are regular, but one is apple cheddar and the other is apple bacon.” Dean choked, blinking rapidly in excited confusion.

    “What?” he stammered. “Bacon? In pie?” 

    “Yep. I’m awesome like that.” Savannah grinned. 

    “You’re the best wife ever. Seriously,” Dean kissed her soundly, making her head spin. “But to tell you the truth, there’s only one thing that’ll satisfy my sweet tooth right now.” he murmured, leveling her with a lecherous grin. 

    “In the kitchen?” Savannah scoffed as Dean pressed his body against hers and kissed her sweetly.

    “You want me stop?” he asked, eyes trained on hers as pinched her nipple through shirt and apron. Savannah bit her lip as his other hand made quick work of opening her jeans, whimpering when his fingers landed on her clit. He took her weight when she sagged against him as he worked, wrapping his arm around her waist. He slipped a finger inside her pussy, grinning in satisfaction when she moaned and clenched his flannel in her fists. 

    “Let’s get these off, huh?” Dean asked, waiting for her nod before pushing her jeans down to her ankles. He pushed the apron aside and lifted her shirt, pressing kisses to her stomach and hips. Savannah’s knees buckled when he sucked her clit into his mouth, a high pitched keen escaping her when his fingers joined the fray. She sagged against the table, digging her fingers into his hair and moaning when he groaned appreciatively against her. He released her with a wet smack, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her onto the table.

    “The pies!” Dean moved the pies away from her, scooting them toward the edges carefully. 

    “Better?” he asked.

    “Much,” she nodded. “Come here.” she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him into a needy kiss, sighing happily when she felt his body against hers. She worked her other hand under his shirts, gliding over the smooth skin of his hip. He’d undone his pants and worked them down low enough to free his cock, knuckles grazing her inner thigh as he pumped himself. Her pussy clenched in anticipation, insides quivering as she scooted even closer to the edge. 

    “Ready baby?” 

    “Ohmygod yes, yes!” Savannah’s eyes glazed over as Dean pushed inside, whining as he bottomed out. The familiar stretch made her toes curl and she dug her nails into his skin as he pulled out. He sank back inside her with a moan, bracing his arms on the table as she settled her legs over his hips. Savannah could only cling to Dean as he set a rhythm, sharing breathless kisses as her legs trembled from the strain. 

    One of Dean’s hands threaded in her hair, tugging her back gently so he could press heated kisses to her collar bone. Her jeans slipped off one leg, and he paused long enough to hook her knees over his elbows, eyes unfocused and fluttering as he resumed his task of making her come undone. 

    "Are you..staring at the pie?" Savannah asked. 

    “Sorry baby,” Dean chuckled, ducking his head in embarrassment. “In my defense, it’s a very sexy pie.” 

    “You’re impossible.” Savannah met his lips with a sigh, gasping when he slammed his hips into hers just right. 

    “‘Fraid you’re stuck with me, sweetheart.” He dipped his head to nip at her neck, moaning at the feel of her nails digging into his shoulders. 

    “Good thing you’re cute,” Savannah murmured, scouring the tabletop with one of her hands. Her fingertips grazed her quarry, and she quickly grabbed the spoon, settling back on her elbows to scoop up a spoonful of the cherry pie. “Here.” She all but shoved the spoon into Dean’s mouth, giggling when he gasped excitedly around the spoon. 

    “Fink ooooo…” Dean pushed her thighs further apart in thanks, thrusting harder into her wet heat. Savannah clenched around him, breath coming in pants as her orgasm drew closer. Dean whimpered, breathing hard through his nose. Savannah reached up and took the spoon from his mouth, throwing it over his shoulder into the sink as she sat up to meet his lips again. The sweet taste of cherries exploded on her tongue and she sank her fingers into his hair, anchoring herself to him. “Fuck, thank you,” he gasped. “So good. You’re close, sweetheart. Feel so good.” Savannah whined in response, crying out when he dropped a hand to her clit, his other hand keeping her still when she bucked.

    “Oh my god, fuck!” White heat surged in every part of her body, setting her limbs to shaking. “Deeeean!” 

    “Come on baby, give it to me,” he urged breathlessly, speeding up his assault on her clit. “Come for me.” Her orgasm exploded, rendering unable to move, think, breathe or scream. She was coaxed back to the earthly plane by Dean slamming his hips into hers as he moaned brokenly into her neck. She clutched him tightly around the shoulders, pressing loving kisses to whatever skin she could reach as he caught his breath. She smiled against his skin as he dotted kisses along her neck. Dean nuzzled his head against hers, pressing their foreheads together as he breathed deeply. Green eyes opened to meet hers and Savannah’s heart swelled with love. 

    “Love you.” 

    “Love you.” They held each other tight, trading loving kisses as Dean set her on her feet. He helped her get dressed, trailing his hands up her body as he rose to his full height before stealing another kiss. 

    “You’re covered in flour!” Savannah started to laugh, trying to dust him off as she cackled. 

    “Well if you’d taken off the apron,” Dean grabbed her hands in his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “It’ll be fine. No one’s gonna notice anyway.” 

    “Yeah you say that, but as soon as you walk out of here you’ll be spotted and everyone will know what we’ve been up to.” 

    “Like they don’t know already.” Dean rolled his eyes good naturedly, accepting the sponge without protest when she put him to work cleaning up. 

    When all was clean and the pies were safely stored, they left the kitchen hand in hand. Just as Savannah predicted they quickly crossed paths with Sam, who was quick to notice the flour on Dean’s clothes.

    “Really?! We eat in there!” 

[kaaras-adaar-a]

30 Day Challenge

Day 5: Sexuality

Describe how you think about your character’s sexuality. How would they talk about their sexuality/sexual inclinations or lack thereof?

Kaaras is pansexual. He doesn’t care for what gender you are, he is attracted to a person’s soul, and he generally thinks that everyone is beautiful in one way or another. Basically, I can’t say he has a type, because he just loves everyone, haha. Although I will say that he absolutely has a thing for older men (and that definitely goes back to the lack of a fatherly figure and finding comfort in them--but if you ever said that to him, he’d get really upset and grossed out >.<).

From a young age, Kaaras has struggled with sex and everything about it. Growing up sheltered meant that when he did hit puberty, he didn’t really know what was going on. His father died when he was 12, so he had no male figure to learn things from. Kaaras literally thought that he would get a period because he thought that everyone got it until his mother had to explain to him that it was only something females went through. 

Growing up around women, it did make Kaaras feel insecure and uncomfortable with himself (that’s on top of all the other discomforts due to racism). He knew he was different, and didn’t know how to talk about it. His mother is more than happy to explain and teach and has no discomfort with such matters (being a former Tamassran), however, Kaaras was already too shy by that time and grew really private about his body. Because he did grow up and develop around females, he grew an exceptional respect for women and often doesn’t care if people say he acts like one. It’s not something he’s ashamed of. He’s comfortable with his masculinity and looks up to women and actually thinks they are much stronger than men. This is also why he’s a bit hesitant to show skin in a way that women can’t (ie. walk around shirtless or something), because to him, it’s always been a situation where it wasn’t considered okay or normal. 

In Kaaras’ later stages of puberty, he developed a condition called PSAS (persistent sexual arousal syndrome), due to his hormone levels being unstable. To this day, he still struggles with this condition. Due to growing up in a poor environment, Kaaras was always a slow developer thanks to undernourishment in thew womb as well as a growing child. So, unfortunately, he’s ended up with development issues when it’s come to puberty and hormone levels, this is also why he’s quite moody in nature. I won’t cover the in depths analysis of his PSAS because I’ve got plenty of headcanon posts about it. 

Kaaras had his first sexual experience in his early 20′s. It was awful... It was with one of the other mercenaries in the company. He was already shy as was, and it was very awkward. Basically, the woman gave him head and he came prematurely and on her face. It was... an awful and embarrassing situation.

However, as Kaaras’ depression from leaving home, being away from his mother for the first time, and the guilt of her being alone because of the death of his father settled in, Kaaras turned to alcohol to deal with his emotions. He also drowned himself in flesh. While Kaaras never had penetrative sex and in a sense “kept his virginity”, he went down on a lot of people and let a lot of people fondle him in turn.

Kaaras used the alcohol to gain the confidence to flirt and chat up strangers, even in some rather demeaning and degrading ways for himself. However, at the age of 24, one of the older members of the group, Kaariss, decided he’d had enough of the self torment and destructive behaviour. He helped Kaaras stop drinking and helped him through his withdrawals. Kaaras grew closer to him and they ended up falling in love. 

During this period of time, Kaaras was allowed to discover himself without the use of alcohol. It was HARD, and he had to gain confidence from the ground up without it. Eventually, the two of them were almost about to have sex, but they were disturbed and walked in on. This crushed Kaaras’ confidence again, and before they could try again, the tension with the group had already sprung up and Kaaras left. It was painful for him, but it was also one of the best things he had done for himself. He was happy, more confident in himself as a person and welcomed the change and the leadership of his own company.

During the time between this and Inquisition, Kaaras had a few slip ups here and there with drinking, but it was never as bad as it was and he always felt nothing but guilt about it. He’s been clean (ish since he still drinks a glass of wine every now and again at noble parties) for about 2 or so years and never forgot what his ex did for him. He also had a few one night stands, but once more, it was nothing penetrative and it wasn’t very often at all. He started concentrating more on his work and bettering himself as a person.

By Inquisition, Kaaras is essentially and utterly touch starved. He’s been celibate for MONTHS. During Inquisition, it’s entirely verse dependant through RP or via default game that he romances and is no longer a virgin. His canon romance is Bull and they lead a healthy and happy, loving relationship. Kaaras is still a shy person initially, and it takes time for him to open up sexually, but if he’s reached a comfort level with sex, then he’s quite the kinky man XD

Kaaras is a switch who can play top or bottom, he’s also into a few kinks and likes to explore and try new things in the bedroom (his canon romance IS Bull after all lol). He prefers prostate orgasms and LOVES when the ladies peg him, tho >.> He also has an oral fixation and is a TOTAL arse man (srs... he LOVES arse lol). Each relationship is different and unique, and he still blushes a lot because he’s exceptionally private, but he loves a good playful laughing match in the bedroom. <3 

[blueyesandleatherjacket]

Our last winter, 17/31

► Our last winter - Human!Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler. ► Written for @doctorroseprompts 31 days of ficmas. Day 17: Mistletoe. ► AU Verse, Mature. ► 1,440 words. ► A/N: This is a prequelle to Ghost of you.

“Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is time for home.” - Edith Sitwell.

People were queuing being Rose now. Most of them were totally drunk and just wanted to have some more fun. Others were lightly tipsy and some were doing this willingly. The rules were simple: he was the only one to take a part in this game for now. He was standing under a sprig of mistletoe so he guessed easily that everyone was in line for a kiss from him. He didn’t mind kissing them whether they were men or women, gay or straight. For him, they were all friends and colleagues who wanted to have a good time.

  “I never thought there would be so many people getting in line to have a kiss from me,” he joked.

  Rose must have had more eggnog and champagne than he thought to suggest such a game to them. He had been led on that cross for that special purpose. Rose was very jealous whenever he was daring having a look at another woman. She either wasn’t aware of what she was doing and he would pay for it later for not refusing or she had something else in mind. For now, she just got lost in the crowd. Would she take a turn?

  “Alright, I’ll kiss everyone.”

  Cheerful, he clapped his hands together and waited for the first applicant of the game. He wasn’t surprised to see Jack pushing everyone to be the first for this kiss. How many times had he flirted with Maxence without any chance? Now was the time to steal it from Rose and to prove that he could make straight man become gay. Maxence laughed.

  “It had to be you.”

  Jack didn’t give him any time to think of what kind of kiss he would get because he cupped his cheek and snogged him senseless in front of everyone. There were whistling and exclamations and applauses. Maxence had to gently pushed his friend away so he could let the others have their chance. Also to hide the fact Jack was having a boner just because of this kiss.

  “You always want too much, Jack.”

“And you never really said no.”

  Jack winked and finally let their colleagues take a chance he had dreamt of since he knew Maxence. If he was jealous and possessive like Rose usually was, he wouldn’t have allowed them to come nearer but Maxence wasn’t his and would never be. Rose and him were soulmates and separating them would be the most terrible thing this world could do.

Maxence happily welcomed every person who was stepping on the cross for him. The largest majority of them only wanted a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They were too shy or not drunk enough to cross the line of snogging a married man. Only a handful of the people in the line actually kissed him for real. The most playful ones. When Tegan showed up – much to Maxence’s astonishment – everyone thought that this man so serious was just gonna hug his boss and leave the place. Maxence embraced him warmly and dropped a kiss on his cheek, gently ruffling his always perfectly combed hair.

  “Thanks for coming,” murmured the scientist.

  To which the neurologist answered by stealing a kiss from his boss and quickly leave for the next one to come. Maxence was quite stunned after this kiss. Tegan was such a good kisser. He was also such a nice man that it was to wonder why he was still single. He just needed some more confidence in himself but with a story like his, he was taking years to rebuild yourself.

Finally came Rose’s turn. She was the last of the line and she had done it on purpose. After all, you always kept the best for the end. She came to him and snogged him as hard as Jack had done. His participation to the game was over. He had won the challenge and the right to drink and eat.

  “You’ve been a very naughty boy, Maxence Spitz,” whispered the cell biologist in his ear.

  She gave him the promised glasses and let him drink a little. Everyone was back to their talk now that the game was done. They could eventually kiss each other when they were walking on the cross under the mistletoe at the same time but that was all. When Maxence was done with his two glasses and felt totally delighted, Rose tiptoed and lightly nibbled his ear.

  “I’m gonna have to punish you for being such a bad boy.”

“I really want to see that.”

“Meet me in my office.”

  She teased him by biting his ear with her teeth and slowly licking the red area. This woman was gonna drive him crazy. Her fingers brushed over the bulge in his pants. If they had been alone at this moment, he would have pushed her against the closest wall and fucked her senseless. Nevertheless, he let her go and stole a bottle of eggnog. He drank straight from it as he walked to Rose’s office. He used to master key to come in and found her sitting on her chair, her legs crossed, her fingers delicately tapping on the armchair. She had a severe face on and just all of this provoked a violent rush of desire in him. Once again, he felt the need to pin her against the wall but she stopped his move fast by pressing the tip of a ruler against this chest.

  “Mister Spitz, I was waiting for you.”

“You’ve convoked me, mistress.”

“I’ve heard you were a very bad boy today.”

“I have, mistress.”

“It means I have to punish you?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“On your knees.”

  He obeyed and immediately knelt down on the ground. Since he was taller than her, he was at the perfect height now to ogle her low-cut neckline and breasts. She slapped his shoulder with the ruler and forced him to look down. She stood up and prowled around him like the predator she was at the moment. There was a small mistletoe design on the dress she was wearing. All done on purpose of course.

  “Get rid of your shirt.”

  Once again, he complied and took his shirt off. He threw it on the desk. He was now on his knees and shirtless. She was still slowly walking around him. She was openly eying him up. She was in control and he was totally in his power. She knelt down before him and grabbed her chin in her hands for him to look at her in the eyes and not to look lower.

  “What will we do of you?”

“Everything you want.”

  She clicked her tongue and her ruler very slowly climbed from his belly button to his throat. He swallowed. She really was gonna punish him and it was exciting him more than it should.

  “I haven’t heard what you said.”

“You can do everything you want of me, mistress.”

“It’s better.”

  She picked the bottle he had put on the ground and drank from it before putting it back down on the ground. She licked her lips sensually and his pants felt really tight. He wouldn’t hold himself back very long. She forced him up and bent him over the desk.

  “I think I’ll start with a spanking.”

  Her hands stroked his lower belly and slipped under his pants. She took the belt off and let it fall to the ground. Her moves were slow and it was torture to him but he wasn’t gonna complain. She expertly unbuttoned his pants and made them slide to his ankles. He was wearing Christmas boxers and she smirked as they followed his pants down his legs. His ass was fully hers now.

  “Will you kiss anyone else but me now?”

“If it implies you punishing me again.”

  She smacked his bottom once with her hand. The blow burnt but the pain only excited him more. She asked him more questions about what had happened earlier and she gave him a smack for every provoking answer he was giving. It was all a game and he was gonna like it better than the kissing challenge.

  “Will you honour me and send me to the ninth cloud?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Will you fuck me senseless like you’re wishing right now?”

“Definitely, mistress.”

“Good.”

  The spanking was done and it was his turn to play. He didn’t waste any time getting rid of the last pieces of clothes he had left, he pinned her against the wall, got rid of her dress and filled her with his hard length to give her what she had had for…

Our last winter © | 2018 | Tous droits réservés.

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[justaramblingromantic]

Counterstrike

Characters/Pairing: Kobayashi Rindou and Tsukasa Eishi/EiRin

Type: Fantasy/Medieval!AU, Dragon Heart!verse, Freestyle

Word Count: 4226

A/N: Er. Apparently I’m in a Dragon Heart type of mood lately? This plot has been sitting in my drafts for a while, but every time I dust it off and try to edit it, it gets longer. >.> So I’ve given up and am just gonna put this up as it is. Enjoy! 

She got very restless and annoyed sometimes, especially when those human females flitted around him and simpered at him, batting wide doe eyes and limpid, dewy expressions. Many of those elegant noblewomen were delicate and beautiful, and their striking appearances reminded her of dazzlingly colorful, fluttering butterflies. She normally liked butterflies, but right now she just felt like ripping out some wings. Watching them fawn over the White Knight and flirt coyly at him, subtly enticing and encouraging his pursuit made her hackles rise, her claws come out, her lips curling, fangs flashing.

This ball was a waste of time, and it was also infuriating her enough that in the midst of it, the redhead had retreated to one of the large, open verandas that bordered the massive ballroom. The dragoness was currently perched precariously on the stone ledge, an impressive feat considering the fact that she had been put in a rather elaborate, floor length ball gown just for the sake of attending this royal gala in the grand palace of Tootsuki. Her clothes were ridiculously floofy and ungainly and she really did not know how all these women in the palace managed to float effortlessly around all evening in these cumbersome getup and uncomfortable dancing slippers. Speaking of which, she very quickly shucked off the delicate satin shoes and kicked them aside, wriggling her cramped toes with relief even as she idly swung her bare heels back and forth against the outer walls of the parapets.

The golden eyed female was quickly coming to the conclusion that she really disliked living in the palace, with its many, many rules and regulations and snooty human beings who constantly frowned with disapproval and lectured, lived and breathed propriety. How boring. This was the world that Eishi had come from – she had not known what she had been expecting at first but this was something of a disappointment. Weren’t the lives of knights supposed to be filled with excitement and adventure?

Apparently, when the gallant champions of the realm weren’t being sent off on grand conquests or important quests, they all stuck around the palace pandering to the whims and wishes of their monarchs and their immediate family, power mongering and playing dangerously intricate political games, powdering bottoms and changing nappies…

Many mortal lives were ruled by mundaneness and trivialities; she silently agreed with the observations of a distant ancestor.

Rindou tilted her head back and gazed over the glittering skies above her. Even the beautiful blanket of stars seemed muted here in the heart of Tootsuki, subdued and lacking luster, nothing like the vivid, brilliantly glittering view of the celestials that she had grown up accustomed to, high up the sheer alpine altitudes…

What even was she doing here, she could not help but wonder, and not for the first time. Trying to adapt to live amongst the humans like the other dragons of Tootsuki had discreetly over successive generations, having to hide away her fangs and claws like they were something to be ashamed of just because she was now surrounded by weak, defenseless beings with blunt teeth and soft nails, told to relearn her way of life altogether because she had to behave like a proper civilized being now…as if she had been something lesser all along…and for what??

She was still pure dragon under that veneer of instructed civility and sophistication, she was still a beast, a wild thing under that layer of deceptively harmless human skin…

She did not belong here.

“The heck are you sulking over here for?”

The presence that she sensed approaching was Kuga, and the Huang Long came to a stop beside the brooding female, though he refrained from climbing onto the parapets like she had.

Rindou flicked him a dispassionate glance. “M’not sulking,” she uttered in denial, though her imperial companion merely snorted in response, unconvinced.

“Really? Was kinda obvious that you were glaring daggers at the gaggle of followers wandering after your favorite toy like moon eyed calves.”

Her gaze sharpened even more, and she started to look vaguely irritated. “He’s not my favorite anything and I don’t care about what he does or whom he does them with,” she denied vehemently…though the fact that she was able to recognize and identify just whom he was referring to was already indictive that he had hit the nail right on the head.

The Chinese dragon looked vaguely amused. “So it’s fine with you that he’s goin’ off right now with one of those women who’s been tryin’ to lure him all night?”

As anticipated, his announcement garnered a reaction.

“What.” Her raw growl of displeasure was accompanied by her turning her head quickly to look through the open veranda doors to verify the authenticity of his statement.

Of course it was a lie, or at least part of it was. Eishi was still surrounded by admirers but instead of looking like he was ready to go off with one of them, he just seemed to be politely trying to put up with their bewildering (to him) interest in him. The white-haired noble was also looking like he was increasingly desperate for some sort of intervention, but none were forthcoming. Such was the fate of one who still happened to be uncoupled and very much desirable in terms of lineage, position and appearance in the royal court...

The Chinese Dragon had basically said what he said to gain a rise out of her. Queen she might be, but Rindou was also relatively inexperienced and a bit strange, to say the least.

What self-respecting dragoness would express interest in a human Knight, of all creatures?? And she had even gone so far as to extend a claim on him, albeit an informal one. Such a precedent was downright unheard of, and the notion also not entirely welcomed.

“Heh. You don’t care, am I right?” The young Huang Long was gleeful, his point made.

Rindou‘s glare was positively deadly, but this time, she made no further refutations claiming otherwise.

“What’s with your fascination with him, anyway?” Kuga asked. The younger dragon could not quite comprehend what she saw in the white knight. In terms of physical ability, he was perhaps above average…for a human being, at least. Her interest could be better invested on their own kind, other dragons which were all stronger and much more superior to the one she had chosen, actual potential mates who could build a lasting legacy by her side. Queens made highly desirable mates not only because of their rarity amongst the dragonic ranks, but mostly due to the fact that any union with one would almost certainly guarantee robust, powerful offspring.

The Tootsuki Knight, while admittedly incredibly impressive with his tactics and the peculiarly meticulous deployment of his soldiers on the battlefield like a champion chess master placing his pawns, was weaker physically even when compared to some of his fellow human contemporaries. His personality was also oddly gentle and placid for one who was trained and seasoned for warfare and bloodshed, and he was rather contradictory and confusing in character, though possibly unintentionally so. Perhaps that was what had caught the redhead’s attention?

The bicolored haired male looked at the dragoness beside him and sobered somewhat.

“You do know that he is an aristocrat, right? Humans like their kind are expected to marry equal or above his station. You probably are just something exotic and thus momentarily interesting to him.”

His observations were mild, but his warning was perfectly serious. She just gave him an unamused, gimlet stare, but Kuga was undaunted. He shrugged at her.

“What? You know I speak the truth. How many stories of these supposedly chivalrous knights have we all heard growing up? Did you forget why dragons were even forced to interbreed with humans in the first place?”

Rindou’s reaction was simple. She reached over and smacked the younger dragon over the back of his head, imperial blood or not, much to his aggravated scowl.

“You speak as though I’m completely useless and unable to defend myself,” she pointed out. “Do you think I’d be the lamb being led to slaughter?”

Kuga cocked his head to the side.

“Dare you say that you’re not, Rindou?”

“Yes. For all you know, I’m the one leading this human about by the nose,” she exclaimed harshly. “I’m gonna be using him, not the other way around.”

“Then how come you’re sulking out here all on your own, o’ great dragoness?”

Her brow was ticking with annoyance. Kuga was not wrong. Rindou clambered onto her bare feet and hopped down lithely back onto the stone floor of the balcony, determined to prove him incorrect all the same.

“I’m not.”

Hiking her voluminous skirts up to nearly her knees (scandalous, really), the redhead sailed back into the warm ballroom filled with too many warm bodies and made a beeline right for the scion of the Tsukasa House.

She wasn’t being very delicate, nor did she ‘float’ across the gigantic ballroom in an ethereal manner- if anything, the tempestuous dragoness lowered her head like an aggravated bull and plowed through the throngs of milling crowd and well-heeled members of the noble class. She ignored the gasps and exclamations of shock and surprise rippling out and away from her location and headed straight to where Eishi was. The man was still besieged by his admirers, a fact which in itself already made her irritated beyond belief, for reasons she was utterly refusing to acknowledge.

The red-haired female no-nonsensely shoved her way into the group of young women, stomping on toes and digging her elbows into sides to get ahead of this crowd. The gentlewomen were no match for her determined motions. They were indignant like ruffled geese with their feathers all askew, but none of them quite dared to pit themselves against the barbaric beast that had forced its way into their midst, however openly unappreciated and unwelcomed her presence was. Not that Rindou cared a whit. The opinions of humans had never really been a top priority to her… Those of other dragons too, actually. She did whatever she pleased and went everywhere she wanted, and that was all she cared about.

At last, she popped out from the front of the crowd, stepped up to her human, and she slipped in front of him. She rounded the crowd and bared her sharp, pointy incisors a little, enjoying their dismayed and cowed flinches just a little too much. She also went straight to the point, seeing no reason to beat around the bush when she could nip this in the bud right there and then.

Subtlety, thy name is not Kobayashi Rindou.

“Ladies~ This one is mine until further notice…or does any one of you wishes to challenge me for him?” Her throaty drawl grew dangerously silken towards the end of her testy, prickly question. She hoped some would be bold enough to do just that. It had been absolutely boring temporarily grounded in this palace with nothing exciting to do, and playing keep away from Eishi (and frustrating him to no end) could only keep her preoccupied for so long.

Her glittering, preternatural gold eyes scanned the fidgeting crowd with predatory sharp disdain. The ripple of unease and averted gazes just about said it all. She scoffed.

“I thought as much.”

“Sir Eishi is not yours,” one of the louder voices safely hidden in the crowd rang out then. “Know your place.”

Rindou smirked. Her grin was all ivory and fang, much to the horror of her seething female audience. The palace’s etiquette master that the Queen of Tootsuki had assigned to personally oversee her lessons in royal court protocols and proper decorum was probably passed out in a dead faint somewhere back in the wings of this massive ballroom by now, done in by her complete disregard of all of his ridiculous rules and dos and don’ts in courtly mannerisms. Bleh.

“Oh, but I do know my place~” she purred. She shifted a step back to stand beside him, and then she leaned nonchalantly, scandalously close, subtly brushing his side, further taunting her furious detractors. If looks could kill, Rindou thought mirthfully that she would be dead a few times over right there and then. She started to grow genuinely amused.

Her white-haired companion was silent, his head turned to the elusive female who had been evading him successfully for the last few weeks but was now coming out so blatantly for him like this. His lavender gaze scrutinized her…but he did not protest her bold claim.  

“Excuse me,” she drawled. “I’ve got a virtuous Knight to corrupt and lead down the path of depravity. He’s too good to ruin himself, after all~”

Without another word, she grabbed him and pulled him across the ballroom to the closest exit, pointedly ignoring the scandalous murmurs and faintly amused expressions of some of the other dragonic allies intermingled amongst the crowd.

Nobody stopped them this time, and the two were able to head straight out and away from the festivities and down the passageway before anyone could say otherwise. Freedom at last! Had Rindou known that this was what it took to get out of attending this tedious event, she would have done this hours ago.

“Rindou,” Eishi only spoke once they were some distance from the grand ballroom. She paused to look at him, and abruptly remembering that she was still holding his hand, she let go…only for him to catch her withdrawing fingers and grab onto her, squeezing her digits with his own. She came to a complete stop since it seemed like he wanted to say something.

“What is it? Don’t read too much into my words – I only said ‘em to aggravate the others,” she promptly told him dismissively. That, and the fact that she really hadn’t liked the idea of other females fawning over him…but he didn’t need to know that.

He seemed vaguely disappointed by her declaration, much to her bemusement.

“Why do you look unhappy?” she asked, unable to contain her curiosity any further. “Did you actually want to stay surrounded by those lady admirers of yours?”

“No, that’s not it,” he denied immediately, keeping his tone as level as possible. “What you said earlier-”

“Leading you down the path of ruin and corruption?” she interrupted. “Like I said, I was being sarcastic-”

“That’s not what I was trying to point out,” he tried to wrest the conversation back before she could run off with it again. By now he was quickly realizing that subtlety and gentle directions/implications from him were completely lost on her. If he wanted her attention, the only way that he was going to get it was to be upfront and as blunt as possible. Forcefully, even.

“But I won’t mind that if you weren’t.”

She stared at him. He quickly grabbed the chance to continue. “What do you mean, ‘I’m yours until further notice?’”

She blinked at him.

This was what he was bothered about?

“You did once say that I can use you as much as I want to,” she pointed out. “That means you’re mine to do as I please.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t what he was currently concerned about, actually.

“Until further notice,” he repeated determinedly, his eyes meeting hers. “What do you mean by that?”

She was starting to get increasingly bewildered by his leading questions.

“It means you’re mine until you’re not…?”

If anything, her reply made his usually distant gaze sharpen, until he was almost frowning at her. She frowned back.

“What?”

He was visibly frustrated with her response.

“And who gets to decide that?”

Why was he nitpicking the details now? Did it matter?

Of course it did. It mattered because there were others also intent on gaining a foothold into her affection and he had no intention on sharing. Without another word, he took advantage of their connection and tugged her along with him, moving fluidly through the hallways and turning corners with a sure, knowing assurance that spoke of familiarity.

Eventually, he led them both to the guest wing of the enormous palace, and pulled her into the set of rooms reserved for the House of Tsukasa whenever he was obligated to stay in the royal quarters.

Slipping into the suite unobtrusively, he shut the door behind them and proceeded to back her against the vertical surface. His expression was very determined, and she stared at him, still wondering what he was up to.

He reached for her, lifted his hand and touched her bare neck. Fingertips scarred and callused from a life of wielding deadly weaponries and waging war in the name of Tootsuki were now incredibly gentle as he traced a line up the length of her jaw, long, lean digits at last capturing her chin and tilting her face up to meet his gaze. She stilled at his contact, and there was a quiet intensity in his pale lavender eyes as he stared at her, trapping her as effectively as any snare would.

It was imperative that she understood that he was dead serious.

“I want you.”

Her brow furrowed at the soft, candid declaration. “You mean ‘to rut with?’” she asked bluntly. She obviously wasn’t entirely oblivious about the natural mechanics that went on between the different genders, but he was hardpressed not to shift at her matter of fact reply all the same.

“I…-” His mind went momentarily blank at the thought of being intimate with her. “Yes.” He forged on quickly before he could get distracted by his own bold admission. “But not just that. I want you.”

She did not understand what he was trying to say. Her head canted slightly to the side, and he took advantage of the moment to edge in.

He could talk all he wanted, but he was coming around to the understanding that it would be the most effective just to show her.

Long fingers slowly closed around her slender neck, gentle as always, and then he paused, watching her closely for her reaction. She did not appear threatened by his action and continued to stare at him, more bemused by his demeanor than upset. She was also calm, unflustered, standing so close before him – a casual, unshakable confidence in herself that was nothing like the faux coy, trained maidenly wiles of most female nobility. Her honesty and forthrightness were intoxicating. He slowly leaned closer, allured by the candor in her bright, catlike eyes, the guilelessness reflected on her striking, beautiful features.

His thumb stretched out, softly stroked the side of her bared throat, right over where her pulse beat, thrumming slowly and steadily at first, but slowly fluttering faster as he nudged her head back, exposing more of her neck, his head lowering slowly, eying her quietly until he could no longer do so, and then he pressed his mouth against her pulse, lips tender against her soft, warm flesh, lingering. She stopped moving altogether at his unexpectedly bold move, and it seemed like she had stopped breathing as well.

His tongue gently touched her skin, lapping a slow, deliberate line along the side of her neck, and she shivered at the sensation…but she did not push him away. Encouraged, he kissed her some more, making use of her curiosity in this new, foreign but delightfully pleasurable activity to further press his advantage. The neck and the side of the throat were especially sensitive places for a dragon, or so he had observed of mated pairs. It seemed that there was meaning in lavishing his attention there, and sure enough, she jerked and pulled away when he nipped her experimentally.

Rindou immediately slapped her hand over the faintly stinging area, staring at him with faint accusation.

“Don’t bite me there!” she demanded, skittish.

He looked at her. “Why not?” His voice was lower, growing just a tad husky, his eyes darkening in a way that made her pause again, distracted by the glint of hunger that she could see in those usually passive depths. He did not look meek and gentle right there and then, but…more dangerous. She was not aware that he could look like that. She shifted, but there wasn’t anywhere she could go, already backed up against the door by him…

“You’re gonna leave a claim mark, that’s why!” she snapped, only for him to press in quickly and repeat what he had done earlier, peeling her hand off the faintly reddened area and biting down even harder. She yelped, her knees going weak, automatically submitting to his bite. His human teeth did not break skin but it elicited the same effect. She whined low in her throat, and then-

Wait a moment-

She batted him away again, scowling and flustered.

“What do you think you are doing?” she questioned in a sharper, disgruntled hiss, but much to her chagrin, he was hardly daunted by her bluster. Now that he knew what button to push to get her to relent for him, he was eager to test his limits. Another deliberate nip had her whimpering again, her fingers curling automatically into the front of his tunic, no longer pushing him away rather more like holding him, and he liked that, leaning in even more to pin her against the door, pressing chaste kisses along her neck, just reveling in this dizzying intimacy. She was letting him close, albeit mostly because she was faintly confused and overwhelmed by his unexpected ardor, torn between desiring him and wanting to avoid him…but he was making it impossible for her to accomplish the latter. A forceful individual he was not, but he was unmatched when it came to determination.

And he was incredibly determined to convey his intention to her.

His hands slipped lower, ghosting along her sides, coming to a rest around the dip of her slender waist, settling just above the flare of her soft hips. His fingers gripped her firmly then, instinctively tugging her to him, and another soft, tender bite had her gasping, liquid heat shooting through her, squeezing her thighs together at the blinding spike of need that his action derived. The redhead gave it up as a lost cause then, turning her head to meet his mouth with her own. She pushed back against him, never one to let herself to be led around blindly for too long.

Their lips coming together made her breath catch unwittingly in her throat. His proximity, his warmth, his mouth pressed to hers made her head go fuzzy and then completely blank altogether, and it was both an incredibly thrilling and alarming experience at the same time. She felt disoriented, not in control, and for someone who was used to spending the last many years on her own, depending on herself, he made her teeter off balance. As always.

She started to withdraw, a bit spooked by her own reaction, but then he parted his lips, traced his tongue along the seam of her mouth, before ravenously, firmly, sealing his mouth over hers. She moaned at the marvelously intoxicating sensation. His eagerness and ardor were hard to pull away from, and he was done restraining himself. He wanted her with a ferocious hunger. Desire ignited quickly; he coaxed her into play with him, and his gentleness was a stark contrast to how tightly he was holding onto her right now, as if he would never let her go. His tongue slipped between her lips, traced her teeth and gums, caressed hers in return. He nibbled, licked and suckled at her slick flesh until all of her objections and reservations were washed away by the tide of his deliberate seduction.

She was breathing hard when they at last separated for air, gold slit eyes heavy and half lidded, cheeks flushed, lips red and kiss swollen. His lavender gaze quietly darkened at the lovely sight.

“What are you doing to me?” she mumbled, almost in distress, limbs trembling faintly, physically shaken by his sensual onslaught. She could only cling onto him at the moment, trying her hardest to recover her strength. This lack of control was disturbing, and the corner of her plump lips pulled down a bit, as if she was unsure how to react to him now.

He quietly nosed her hair, holding her in an embrace that was so tender and filled with unspoken affection. Something in her chest was struggling to break free at the way he was looking at her. She bit her lip hard to contain that feeling, and it was a challenge not to avert her gaze from him. He offered pleasure like an intoxicating drug, and she was wary of getting addicted to him. He could be so frighteningly intense, she did not quite know what to do with this side of him…

If only she would understand that this feeling of utter freefall was mutual.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he murmured, struggling to keep his voice even, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. His blood sang with giddy want whenever she was near. She affected him like no others could, and he could not seem to stop touching her. His mouth quietly brushed against the shell of her ear, and she shuddered, helpless.

“I’m claiming you back.”