#this is really just an excuse to share a photo of one from my area

[unknownmads]

CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT INMATE TOJI AND CUTE LITTLE Y/N WHOS SO NAIVE TO BIG BAD TOJI

CW: Slight smut (mentions of his pp🤭)

☆☆☆

thinking about Prison toji who you met when your college has you do a little project in your criminal psychology class. The project was make a penpal get to know them ask why they are in prision, what their lives before was like, do they regret what they did etc. basic questions of course all you had to do was get the most information out of the penpal about their personal lives as you could.

Prison Toji who only signed up for the program because it was part of his latest court order saying he ‘needed more understanding’ so a penpal would give him a friend while they stay safe😭 he ofc hated the idea and thought it was the dumbest shit ever. until he got his first letter, from you (duh).

Prison toji who got mail for the first time and it was a little white envelope with a cute little sticker sealing it. He deadpanned *is my penpal an idiot these letters are for a prison not a daycare* he silently judges examining every detail as he opened the letter. i read the letter taking in every little personal detail you shared with him, your cute little name, how you loved your cat, how you’re new to the city only just moving for school, of course the boring questions for him as well. But at the very end of the letter he noticed an extra little note.

Ps. i left a few photos of myself along with some of my cat! i think it’s only fair since i got to see your photo on the website

Prison toji who grabs the envelope he previously had thrown to the side and pulls out 3 polaroids. One of you and probably your cat you’re dragging it into the photo with a big grin on your face. the second is a photo of your face a soft smile on your lips meant for whoever took the photo but Toji couldn’t help but wonder if that little smile was for him. Until he pulls out the third photo it’s a full view of you, you’re out in the city dressed all out, and Toji couldn’t help but know you chose that photo just for him.

Prison Toji who can’t wait to finally get some alone time so he can truly appreciate your pretty photos. And immediately goes to write you back answering all your cute little questions. Telling you where he lived before, how he ended up there, telling you what he did for work before (Surprise he sold drugs😍), telling you what he does to occupy his time here (he works out he just wanted an excuse to tell you how strong he is), and he asks you some questions.

Prison Toji who has been relentlessly flirting with since you started writing to him, asking if you had a boyfriend, how your school was going, why you moved to the city, how a cute lil thing like you is still single. You had been writing each other for a few weeks now which is a lot less than you think when you know how long mail takes. But your letters to each other are long. answering every little thing each other asks, learning about one another more and more. You had really connected so you finally ask him the big question he read the words as clear as day.

~Do you think i could come pay you a visit? ~

Prison Toji who had to immediately write back answering the most important question first.

~ And doll, you can come visit me anytime id love to finally meet you and see your pretty face in person~

he wanted to be nonchalant.

Prison Toji who was sitting in bed looking at your photos when he was called

“Zenin, you’ve got a visitor. away from the door.”

Prison Toji silently followed standing on the other side of the cell while the guard came in to handcuff him and bring him to the visiting area. Once he was in the room his cuffs connecting him to the table he waited. until he heard the door open again. He felt his cock twitch in his pants as he saw the guard guide you in. You were wide eyed taking in the new environment until they landed on him.

Prison Toji was large, you knew he was tall and muscular thanks to his letters and photo but nothing could have prepared you for the real deal. Eyes widening even more when you fully take him in. seated At the grey metal table his hands on the table as the guard had told him to. his hair poking at his eyes which were staring drinking you in. his lip in a smirk helping you notice the scar on it which you couldn’t really see from the grainy prison photos. His shirt stretched against his muscles showing off a few tattoos hidden along his skin. the view making you squeeze your thighs together to release some of the pressure building.

Prison Toji who took in as much of you as he could as he watched you shuffle into your seat across from him, enjoying how you squirmed slightly within his gaze, his smirk growing into an almost full smile.

“hey doll it’s good to finally meet you.”

[antiquitea]

I AM THREE DAYS OUT FROM THESE PHOTOS BEING TAKEN AND I STILL CAN'T QUITE BELIEVE THIS NIGHT HAPPENED.

(please do not repost my photos)

so!! i had the pleasure of seeing atta boy in toronto on october 22 and it was amazing in every conceivable way. they opened for richy mitch & the coal miners.

as i was waiting outside, i was mostly texting mr. megan; his work day had just ended so he was catching me up. i was first in the outside line (the venue is also a bar so there was a small inside line as well), so i was a couple of feet away from the security guard. i saw this guy walk up to them in the peripheral of my vision, but didn't think anything of it. just someone asking if it was the line for the gig or saying that they just wanted to get a beer.

the blue carhartt pants should've given it away.

i was so close to lewis that i could've reached out and touched him. and i definitely stood there for a moment just like 😲 as i watched him go inside the bar. he was wearing a blue cap, a red shirt, and of course those blue carhartt pants.

when i got into the horseshoe tavern i did the usual wandering i do at a gig. grabbed a beer, scoped out the stage, and checked out the merch table. atta boy merch wasn't being sold yet, so i was just having my beer and walking around.

and then ... i saw lewis sitting at the back of the venue in a booth by himself, having a beer and on his phone (like texting or something). there was a part of me that said "megan, don't bother him. he goes on in an hour and probably just wants to chill." but another part of me thought "if he doesn't want to be bothered or if the vibes are off you can just fuck off. no big. no hard feelings."

well!

i wandered over, and was midway through saying, "excuse me, lewis? could i bother you for a moment?" and he was already looking up at me and gesturing to the chair next to him. "yes, of course you can bother me!" he said.

(some paraphrasing is ultimately imminent)

i sat down next to him and said something along the lines of how i really loved and appreciated all of his art - his acting, his music - and thanked him so much for sharing that with us. i told him that i wasn't going to get into the details, but that the last year was really shitty for me and that his art helped me a lot, and brought me a lot of comfort. his face lit up and he said, "oh my god, that's so sweet. that's so kind. that's why i do this! thank you!"

then he asked me my name, and proceeded to keep saying it throughout our conversation (at one point i said "okay, you need to stop saying my name so much because you're giving me butterflies" and he laughed). he then asked if i "lived around here" and i told him that no, i lived in halifax.

"halifax? that's far!"

i told him that yes it was 😂 but that i really wanted to see his band, so i'd flown in earlier in the day, and that it was totally worth the trip! "it means so so much to me that you would travel all that way to come see us! really, that's so sweet! thank you!"

i asked if he would be cool taking a couple of selfies and he was already taking his cap off, and he said that it was absolutely cool! he mentioned that it was kinda dark so we might have to use flash. i told him that flash and i weren't great friends (i blink a lot and get pretty shiny), and he laughed. we got a couple of really good photos! (the first one up above).

i told him about my bestie @wildbornsiren, who wanted to be there so badly and couldn't make it, and asked if he would be cool saying hi to her? lewis said he was down with that, and we recorded a sweet little video for her where he said hi to her.

lewis then said to me, "you know, when i think of halifax i think of stan rogers." rogers was a popular folk artist from the area, and while he's a big name, i was kinda surprised that lewis knew who he was! not to flex, but based on his spotify playlists we have similar tastes in music so i shouldn't have been that shocked.

i said that i "fuckin' love stan rogers!" and we talked about him and his music for a little bit. after gushing over our mutual love of stan rogers, i said, "if you like stan rogers and his type of music, you should really check out joel plaskett. he's from the area too, plays music in a similar style as stan, super prolific - highly recommend!"

i had to spell joel's last name a couple of times for him (the bar was kinda loud), but he may or may not be a joel plaskett fan now, who's to say!

i thanked him again for taking the time to chat with me, and he shook my hand and said, "hey, if the selfies didn't turn out come find me after the show and we can take some more." to which i replied, "i will!"

then lewis added, "i really hope i can see you after the show!"

we parted ways, and i found my place in front of the stage, a little off to the side. the place was packed! i'd actually never heard of richy mitch & the coal miners until atta boy announced that they were touring with them, and i had no idea they were kind of a big name because the place was filling up fast!

atta boy's set was amazing! of course i wish it had been longer, but they played a bunch of my faves so i was absolutely thrilled by that. poor eden was just getting over a cold, so her voice was a little strained at times, but she still did fantastic! the rest of the crowd was absolutely in love with them. if they weren't fans before the gig, i'm pretty sure they left as such.

(i posted some photos of lewis specifically here)

after their set i went to the merch table that dashel was working and bought a hoodie. we chatted for a little bit, i told them that the set was fantastic and thanked them so much. they thanked me for coming and said that they hoped i had a great rest of my night. 😊

during richy mitch & the coal miners' set, i went up to the bar to get another drink, only to see the bartender already heineken for me haha! it's so nice to be seen. lewis was also at the bar, but like three or four people away from me. but he glanced over, saw me, came over, and said "hey megan!"

i am dying from glee. "hey lewis!"

he propped his arm against the bar and leaned against it, and asked, with this big fuckin' grin on his face, "what did you think of the set? was it worth coming out to toronto for?"

i am flabbergasted that a) this was happening, and b) that he genuinely seemed interested. i said, "oh my god it was so good. i enjoyed it so much. it was such an honour to see y'all live."

he told me that i was so sweet, and then asked, "how did the selfies turn out?"

i replied, "pretty good! i have t-rex kinda arms, so sometimes it's difficult for me to get people who are taller than me in frame. but they're great!"

lewis laughed and then looked at his own arms. "i have t-rex arms too."

i laughed and said, "oh, no you don't!" NOT EVEN THINKING i reached out and touched his arm. MEGAN. DO NOT FLIRT WITH LEWIS PULLMAN. YOU ARE IN DANGER, GIRL.

he was laughing and said, "well, i'll take them!" he grabbed my phone, and asked "do we want flash or do we not want flash?"

"no flash. it's kind of my enemy because i get really shiny."

he took a couple of pictures and there was flash, and was like "wait ... we didn't want flash." so together, while he was holding my phone, we were pressing my screen together trying to figure out how to turn it off. our hands kept touching and i was... really trying not to spontaneously combust.

(hiding my face in this one because i'm not a fan of it, but his is darling)

after he handed my phone back to me, he said, "let's see how they turned out!"

i was scrolling through them and he leaned over and said, "oh these are really good!" i landed on the one above and he chuckled and said, "i really like that one!"

i don't like my face in it, but i'm laughing and clearly so so happy, and said, "you know what? i like that one too."

i asked if he would mind signing something for me, and he said that he didn't mind at all, that he'd love to sign something for me. he was putting his ballcap on (because he's such a gentleman who took his hat off for our pictures), and it was a little askew when he asked "do you have a pen?"

gonna need this dude to stop being so darling.

i did, and pulled out some bar napkins i'd stuffed in my purse earlier and asked if this was good. lewis laughed a little and nodded saying that a napkin was great.

i was just expecting a signature, so as he's writing this little novella above it, i'm like "oh my god, you don't have to do this." and he kinda giggled like it was some kind of big secret. "what are you writing, you sweet man?" i asked, and he giggled again!!

lewis handed me the bar napkin and i gave it a quick read and said, "thank you so much. this is so sweet!"

he leaned against the bar again for a moment and said, "it so means the world to me that you travelled all that way to come see us, and that you had a good time."

and then, before i'm truly aware of what's happening, he leaned in (and crouched because i'm a full foot shorter than he is), and wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me so close to him and squeezed, rubbed my back. and again thanked me so much for coming out, meant the world, made his night.

y'all. getting a hug from lewis pullman may have cured my depression. like it was an actual hug.

i, on the verge of flying into space from joy, thanked him again for everything that night, and he said, "you are so welcome! i hope i can see you again!"

LEWIS WHAT ARE WE.

i, very drunk on elation and a little drunk on beer, blew him a kiss, and he smiled and put his hands over his heart. i floated away back into the crowd, and tried to not just scream with happiness.

and that, my friends, is how lewis pullman damn near killed me.

[rallamajoop]

More random details from the depths of RE8

With the excuse of trying some shiny new mods, I've been replaying RE8 lately for the umpteenth time. Given the number of hours I've already poured into this game, you'd really think there'd be nothing left to find by this stage ‒ yet here I am, finding still more details I'd somehow missed the first half-dozen times through.

For one, there's the fact you can actually find Eva's grave in the graveyard outside the church. As the only photo we ever see of her shows her as a baby, I'd assumed she was still a baby when she died, but turns out, she was ten years old.

"Eva, June 1909 ‒ August 1919

May you slumber for only a short while"

As expected, her death of the Spanish flu took place in 1919. There's some semi-legible text on the stone, but it doesn't match the caption ‒ it's just the same generic filler text you'll find on half the gravestone assets in this game.

For another, there's Rose's baby monitor. I'd noticed Ethan turning the thing on when he puts her to bed, and even found the assets for its screen ‒ but since I'd never found the monitor itself, I assumed they must be unused.

Until this playthrough, when suddenly I'm just like, oh, there it is, sitting right on the table. You can even interact with it!

How did I miss this so many times? It is pretty easy to overlook, given you'll trigger the cutscene with Mia if you go much closer to the kitchen, but I'm still surprised I never spotted it before. (And you do have to wonder if there was ever any plan for it to show a glimpse of something more sinister than just a still-image of Rose sleeping.)

In other minor details, there's the bit where Ethan arrives on the outskirts of the village at 8AM. You can hear a clock striking 8 times as you get your first view of area.

Granted, this is not going to excite anyone who hasn't spent as long as I have putting together an hour-by-hour timeline of everything that happens in this game, but I still do love that they give you enough detail that that's even possible ‒ and this new timestamp fits right into that timeline. (And why yes I have just gone back and updated that post, what do you take me for?)

Speaking of assets I thought were unused, you know that hidden room under the castle you can't get into until later, where you have to solve a puzzle that involves setting a moroaica on fire? Have you ever looked closely at the tapestries decorating this place? Because I found them in the game files ages ago, and have been trying to figure out if they're actually in the game ever since.

Because seriously, look at these things!

Yes, that is a indeed a man with a sword and spear, wearing a hoplite helmet and sandals and nothing else. And the women seeing him from the front seem to be having a whole range of reactions to all that, er, weaponry being brandished their way. Isn't fine art wonderful?

Another asset I'd innocently assumed was unused is this wonderful bit of bullshit which was labeled simply 'antibow'. It wasn't until I took a long look at it that I realised what they meant was more like 'anti-B.O.W.', as in Bio-Organic-Weapon.

Yes, that is indeed a knife taped to some kind of grenade. Sure is one high-tech outfit we're working with here!

Only now do I spot that this is actually the bomb Chris chucks at the Megamycete in the cavern. It doesn't even come with the knife already attached, he just kind of sticks the knife onto the bomb and presumably straps some tape around them while the camera cuts away.

I still have so much more to share from my ongoing free-camera adventures, but I think we'll leave this one there for today.

[blessedwithabadomen]

in love with the mess - day three

summary : Aubrey is going on tour and, for once, she's decided to focus on having as much fun as possible. Oli can be a little shit but he does nothing short of adore Audrey and... well, maybe Noah a little, too. Noah likes the flirting, as long as no one gets too close, emotionally. But what will happen when the three of them take it too far?

content : fluff, flirting, the slightest hint of something more smutty

length : 3.9k

tags (let me know if you want to be tagged!) : @veronicaphoenix @cookiesupplier @lma1986 @jilliemiw86 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @narcissisticbehavior81 @flowery-mess @shilohrosechicken @justeli6 @starvingarsyn @floatinglikeaswan @somebodyels3

a/n : hope you'll have fun with this one!! I promise, it'll get into real slutty territory soon enough hehe 💗

•••

day three

With no personal social media to his name anymore (at least none I knew about just yet), Noah had seemingly decided to use my number as an unspoken permission to spam me with photos of his day. It started with a picture of his very sleepy yet very attractive face and a caption cursing out the early bus call. I could only agree, snapping a picture of my own head still half hidden under the covers and sending it back.

Load-in was a tedious task that I only peripherally participated in. Noah seemed to think similarly as a picture of the outside of their bus, cluttered with baggage, followed as well as a “Think they'll notice if I slip into my bunk instead of helping?”. I told him if he did slip away, I'd do the same. Unfortunately it wouldn’t involve the same bus.

“No sleep allowed around here” was next along with a picture of the rest of his band engrossed in a PlayStation game and quite obviously shouting at both the screen and each other. This time I went straight to texting him.

Aubrey No sleep last night either? Jet lag kicking your arse? Noah Jet lag and you Aubrey Excuse me How am I to blame here Noah You really kiss me and then have the audacity to ask that

My cheeks were burning. Quickly looking around the lounge area on the bus, I was glad to see that it was mostly deserted, only the tour photographer was sat across from me, but he seemed busy enough editing that he didn't pay me any attention. My eyes were glued to my phone again the second another message came in.

Noah Still thinking about your mouth

It wasn't just a blush now, it was a familiar tingle between my legs on top of it. Because I'd been thinking about it too. Thinking and remembering and imagining. If I closed my eyes, I could still feel his hands on me, his strong grip, the way I wanted to get his fingers everywhere on my body, his mouth, his tongue, all of it.

Aubrey And that kept you up so much you didn't get enough sleep? Interesting Anything else you did instead then Noah You don't know how tempted I was, darling But I didn't need to subject Nick to that

Right. I forgot not everyone was privileged enough to have Oli Sykes fight to get them their own room without having to share. And having been put up with a roommate several times on tours the last couple of years… It wasn't fun for anyone if someone decided to get off while the other was in the room.

Aubrey Well, you could go be alone in your bunk right now There's another two hours until Birmingham, pretty boy I'm sure your mind will occupy you just fine Maybe let you imagine my mouth a couple or other places

I didn't expect what came next. In fact, his next message took so long I wondered, once again, if I'd taken it a little too far. But once again, I was proven wrong.

The picture was dark, so much that I turned up the light on my phone to even get a hint of what I was looking up and when I saw, I almost threw it across the room. Instead though, I opted for putting it in my lap, face down, making sure that I was still alone with the photographer who was still distracted and no one else could possibly see what I was looking at.

Then I turned it back around and studied what was in front of me. It was unmistakable, really. The inside of a bunk, dark, with the curtain shut. A pair of legs in dark sweatpants, bland and impersonal, without any way to trace it back to Noah. And a bulge in the middle of it, so big and obvious and on show, it was almost obscene.

I didn't know how long I stared at his clothed dick, salivating and getting wetter, but I didn't move eyes away until I was certain I was going to go crazy if I spent one more moment trying to imagine what he would look like underneath the fabric without taking a breath.

Aubrey And you have the audacity to suggest I'm the bad one here

•••

Safe to say, I was in a mood. Noah ceased texting back and I was almost glad because I was sure I'd actually end up brain-dead if he continued like that while I was a whole bus away and without any chance to touch him. The thoughts whirling in my head, though, didn't quiet down at all. Not when we arrived at the hotel and I desperately (and unsuccessfully) tried to get at least a peek at Noah, not when we checked into our rooms, not when Oli texted me that he'd be waiting downstairs and calling us an uber for the shopping trip. I made quick work of changing my underwear, terrified of possibly sporting a wet spot when I was supposed to be trying on clothes, and jumped into the car that seemed to arrive at the same time as I did.

“No fake moustache?” I questioned as I slid into the backseat next to Oli. “I'm devastated.”

“Listen, I tried a filter and, well, ya know,” Oli explained, quickly pulling up the picture on his phone and angling it toward me. I choked down a laugh. He looked absolutely ridiculous, a black comic-esque moustache on his upper lip. It didn't help that the filter had somehow also given him a monocle and an old-fashioned top hat.

“Yeah, that definitely would have drawn more attention,” I giggled. “Pulling the hood of your jacket a bit into your face will probably work better.”

He immediately tried, pulling it down so far he could barely see, and I gave him an approving nod.

“Keep your tattoos covered and you'll be fine.”

It wasn't usually much of a problem, really, going out with Oli. Even if there was one or two people recognising him, everyone usually stayed respectful, got their photo or a quick chat, and moved on. But now Bring Me were playing arena shows and the cities were basically buzzing with fans. We didn't need to cause any sort of problem.

“So why the shopping trip then, eh? Far as I can see you got a whole suitcase full of clothes.”

I hesitated for a moment. Then I figured there was simply no use in not being honest with him. After all, looking down at myself revealed nothing but a plain shirt under a jacket and a dark pair of jeans that could be fitting much better.

“Got sick of looking like this,” I explained, motioning to my outfit. Oli had known me for years - surely he had noticed the change too, the lack of styling, the lack of care in my appearance. I was pretty sure I was wearing hot pants that barely covered my bum and fishnets that had more holes than anticipated by the manufacturer when we first met on one of his tours.

“Why, I think your face ain't half bad,” he deadpanned. I had no witty comeback to this blatant disrespect and defaulted to my standard response of delivering a good smack, but this time I was either too slow or had given Oli too much insight into the way I dealt with things because his hand shot up and caught my wrist the second I lifted it. He gave me a look and then gently put my hand back into my own lap. But he didn't let go of my wrist.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of being chosen as your shopping partner for this adventure?” The posh accent he put on almost tempted me to try hitting him again, but his fingers were still tightly wrapped around my skin and I wasn't ready to lose his touch just yet.

“Well, it did seem like a good choice, you know. With the stage fits and your own clothing line and all that.”

Oli hummed in contemplation. “Or maybe you enjoy the idea of me dressing you up a little. Like my personal doll. Wouldn't you like that?”

The way my body heated up and my fingers were getting slightly sweaty told him enough. The smirk that appeared on his face was confirmation. 

“Thought so, doll.”

The uber driver announcing the arrival at our destination saved me from struggling to form a reply.

•••

Shopping with Oli was as chaotic as it was confusing. He constantly pulled pieces from the shelves and rails, holding them out to me or pressing them against my body, pretending to judge what they would look like if I wore them, and I was fighting to see the difference between the ones he thought would actually suit me and those he picked for comic relief. It was a fine line that he was treading expertly.

Still, I ended up with an arm full of clothes. If Oli hadn't sweet talked the employee - which, mind, worked quite well in an alternative store as soon as they recognised who they were dealing with - I definitely wouldn't have been allowed to drag all of them into the changing room with me. Being friends with a bit of a rockstar definitely had its perks, even if they were rather boring sometimes.

I was sorting out the pieces, trying to figure out what to start with and what I needed to take off concerning my own clothes, when a message came in.

Noah I'm at interview 528 of 1244 of the day and I am painfully bored Please tell me you're off doing something more interesting

I shot a quick picture of the mountain of clothes I'd heaved onto the little stool and sent it to him as an answer.

Noah How desperate do I sound if I ask for update pictures on what you're trying Aubrey Just the right amount

Putting on a pair of tight jeans and a slightly cropped shirt, nothing too risky, not yet, I took and sent him another picture before putting the phone away to throw the curtain back and present the result to Oli. Unfortunately, the screen decided to light up with Noah's answer right within Oli's field of views. And he had no sense of privacy.

“Are you texting Noah? Wait, are you sending Noah pictures? We need a fucking group chat.”

Who was to deny Oli Sykes. So, just like that, my shopping trip turned into a fashion show and a photo shoot all at once. It started out with the best intentions, really, Oli continuously throwing new stuff at me, tweaking the outfits, talking about accessories to accompany the looks. But as the pile of “definitely buy"-clothes grew, so did his taste for mischief.

It started with a shirt, black velvet, quite modest really, if it hadn't been for the heart-shaped cut-out on my chest. The pointy end displayed the beginning of my cleavage, not too much, but enough to be a promise. As soon as I let Oli see, a cat-like smile graced his face, obviously happy with this choice. Without any words, he immediately got out his phone again and took a picture, angling it just the way so that my tits looked a little more inviting than they did anyway. 

“Noah's gonna love this,” he cackled to himself. He wasn't wrong - what followed in the group chat was nothing more than a line of hieroglyphs (in the form of emojis) that vaguely suggests he was enjoying the picture very much. The top wandered to the clothes I was definitely going to purchase. No question about it.

The next shorts-and-top combo that Oli prepared for me featured a massive amount of skin on show, I realised, as I turned the top over in my hands only to see its back consisted of not much more than a handful of thick, flat strings that would be spanning over my skin, almost suggesting a little bit of bondage. Oli immediately ordered me to turn around when I stepped out of the changing room, arranging them just perfectly. His fingers kept tracing over my tattoo, once again, and it was just as exhilarating as it had been the first time. I barely noticed him taking another picture. This time I also got a message back privately, outside of the newly-founded group chat.

Noah That the tattoo you've mentioned? Aubrey One of them

I was dying to show him the others. Anything that would cause me to be in fewer clothes around him.

Noah Stunning

I wasn't sure if he was reacting to the tattoo or the news that I had more to show him.

“Here, try this,” Oli's voice came through, followed by his tattooed hand pushing a skirt into my direction without disturbing the curtain too much. I quickly grabbed it and changed once again. It was only when it was actually sitting on my hips that I realised how awfully short it was. Only, it wasn't all that awful. The red tartan pattern was bright enough that it wouldn’t be missed even in dim light. The hem ended just underneath my arse - as long as I was standing upright. It would only take the slightest movement to enter dangerous territory.

Oli’s eyes immediately trailed over my legs as I pulled the curtain back. It was safe to say, he was very pleased with his choice. I did a little twirl for him, aware of the way the fabric was lifting up, exposing the slightest bit of my lace panties.

Oli groaned, deeply. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna work. Not with all the bending down you have to do at your job, right?”

I could see the twinkle in his eyes - but I was sure he could also see the one in mine.

“Oh, no,” I sighed, rather overdramatically. “I guess that might be a problem. Like this?”

Turning around, I quickly checked through the mirror that he was still watching me, and then bend down, pushing my butt in his direction as I felt the fabric lift up so high, it was almost around my hips exclusively. The next few things happened insanely fast - Oli taking a step forward, the curtain being shut again, his hands on my hips, his body pressing into mine. I almost stumbled, quickly placing my hands on the little stool that was still covered in a few pieces of clothing, holding on for dear life as he took the liberty to roughly push his crotch against my ass.

“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game, doll,” he said, his voice lower than I’d ever heard it. I relished in the way the pet name had me squirming. One of his hands moved to my upper back, holding me down, making sure that I knew who was in charge. The other gripped my side so tightly, it gave me an insight to how much self-control he was currently exhibiting in not doing more. “What happened to you, hm? Used to be such a good girl. So well behaved around me. Now you’re just begging for trouble.”

“You did,” I moaned. “You happened.”

It was true. I’d never been prude or shy, really, but we had never been like this. I had certainly never had him push his dick against my arse through a few layers of clothes. I had been crushing on him, yes, but I hadn’t made any moves. Now, everything had changed. The moment I’d seen him again, seen his smile, his physique, the way he behaved around me, something had changed in my brain, fundamentally. It had only gotten worse with every minute I was around him. I wanted and needed him in ways that hadn’t been present before. An overwhelming desire that was begging me to do more, be more assertive, let him know, get satisfied. And he wasn’t refusing me.

“Is that what it is?” Oli teased, the hand that was on my upper back moving again until his fingers reached my hair, grabbing some of it into his fist like a makeshift ponytail and pulling my head up so I’d look at him through the mirror. He seemed terribly pleased at the gasp that left my mouth. “Am I turning you into this? And you love it?”

“Yes,” I replied immediately.

He let go of my hair again and my head almost slumped forward. I watched as he fumbled with the pocket of his trousers, pulling you his phone. He leaned backward slightly, without quite letting go of me, pushing the fabric even higher so everything was on show, his cock still lightly pressed against my almost-bare butt, and snapped a quick picture.

“Can’t leave Noah out of this now, can we?”

Then he was off me and I almost cried out at the loss of his touch. I slowly raised my upper body, just in time for him to open the curtain again and stepping outside.

“Get dressed. We’re buying it all.”

•••

Under immense protest from myself,  Oli did, indeed, buy me basically everything under the guise of “work expenses”. I knew there was no use arguing after he’d already handed over his credit card, the stubborn son of a bitch would definitely not allow me to pay him back in any way, so I wordlessly took the bags from the cashier and followed him to where he called us another uber back to the hotel.

It was dark by the time we arrived, January taking no prisoners as the sun went down. All I wanted was to get up to my room, cuddle up in the massive double bed I’d been given, maybe put on a movie, and enjoy the fact that tomorrow wasn’t an early start since we were already in Birmingham for the show. The hotel lobby was buzzing with people getting ready to go out, but one person seemed a little out of place. Oli and I noticed him immediately.

Noah was sat on an armchair in the farthest corner from the door looking, well, a little rough to be honest. We didn’t even discuss it as we walked over to him, me sitting down on the chair opposite, Oli hovering between us, dumping the shopping bags on the floor.

“Sitting here all alone, handsome?” I greeted him. He gave me a smile, but it was obvious that he was feeling pretty beat. Apparently, a day full of interviews and photos and whatever else had made its way into his calender didn’t work well with the last remaining bits of jet lag lingering in his system.

“I was gonna have dinner with the rest of the guys here at the hotel but then they wanted to go out and I realised I’m just much too exhausted for that,” he explained.

Oli moved behind him, placing his hands on Noah’s shoulders and starting to massage them. Noah briefly tensed up at the physical contact, before relaxing and leaning into it with a satisfied groan.

“So you got stuck in the lobby?”

“Kinda,” he said, eyes closed, already drifting into another dimension from Oli’s touch. I couldn’t blame him at all.

“I hope you weren’t sitting here when I sent you those pictures of Aubrey,” Oli remarked. Noah’s eyes immediately flew open again at the memory.

“I was supposed to be doing a very serious interview, actually.”

“How did that work out?”

Noah gulped. “Not that well.”

I felt a blush creeping up on my face. I hadn’t seen the pictures yet, even though they were readily available in the group chat, but I could only imagine what they must have looked like taken from Oli’s perspective. The idea of Noah looking at them when he very much shouldn’t be, maybe getting a little horny in the process, desperately trying to hide it but still checking his phone for more, was delicious. It was tempting to tease him a little further, but he looked so genuinely tired and when his stomach gave an audible growl, it didn’t feel like the right approach.

“So, we’re all in the lobby, we’re all getting sleepy and we’re all hungry. How does a movie night with room service at mine sound?”

Apparently, it sounded great. With renewed energy, Noah grabbed half of my bags, Oli the other, both of them almost at the elevator before I’d even gotten up from my seat.

What followed was a mad scramble to my room, a fight over which movie to watch (we ended up with Jurassic Park playing, somehow) and a lot of confused talking down the phone to reception, ordering just about everything on the menu. I mostly sat and watched, the way Oli and Noah interacted, the way both of them made sure to keep including me, the way they moved around in my room as if it was their own, confident and self-assured.

I looked back and forth between them, currently discussing the blanket and pillow situation, and found that my heart beat the same. I wanted Oli. And I wanted Noah. In the same way and so differently still. This was quickly moving away from “silly crush” territory and into something much more serious. I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it yet, but when Noah gave me a dazzling smile, I decided now wasn’t the time to make up my mind.

An hour later, I was close to entering a food coma, watching Laura Dern be dazzlingly fantastic on screen, and trying not to think about the fact that I was squeezed between Oli and Noah on my bed. My thighs were touching theirs - it was simply impossible for them not to - but I suddenly felt self-concious about taking up any more space than that.

Not on Oli’s watch. “The fuck are you fidgeting for?”

I stilled immediately, feeling awkward at being called out. I genuinely hadn’t realised it had even been noticeable. Uttering a quick sorry I slid down a little further on the bed. It wasn’t any more comfortable.

“Jesus christ, just come here.”

Oli’s voice was harsh, but his hands were soft as he pulled me into him. It took a little bit of wiggling around, figuring out limbs and hair, until I ended up with my head on his solid chest, his arm around my shoulders, mine slung over his stomach. My ear was right over his heart. His heart, which was doing double time, in tune with my own.

“Do you need me to leave?” Noah sounded playful, but even without looking at him from my position, I was pretty certain there was a hint of honest insecurity in his question.

“Mate, we need you to join in.”

And just like that, without needing any more reassurance or invitation, Noah plastered himself against my back, moulding his body to mine, carefully placing an arm over me.

I didn’t miss the way Oli’s hand reached for his.

I didn't know how I'd quite gotten myself in this situation, cuddled up between two men who had me blushing, had my heart hammering, had me craving them. Two men who didn't seem to know what they were to each other just yet. None of us having any idea where this was going. What we were trying to get out of this. But right then and there I decided I already loved the mess we were getting ourselves into.

[ainri]

obsessive love disorder

•“youre so upset with me but im so obsessed with you…”

inspired by i’m so crazy for you by rebzyyx ^

• hunter x hunter

•characters: chrollo lucilfer, hisoka morow, illumi zoldyck

• them stalking gn!(name)

•fic warnings: !dark content!, cuss words, stalking, implied threatening, violence mentioned in chrollo’s part, kidnapping in hisoka’s part, photos taken w/o readers consent, reader contemplates suicide in illumi’s part.

•i honestly couldn’t decide because this isnt fluff and also isnt angst. its really just !dark content!

•masterlist

•a/n: guys this was supposed to be a fluff of them having a s/o stronger than them. didn’t even mean for this to become dark content. also illumi was gonna be in black but then i changed my mind last minute…

chrollo lucilfer

—

~what the fuck is going on???

~you were verbally fighting at an underground auction.

~you got mad and swung at him

~not only did he constantly outbid you by a single cent, he dared to call you a ‘crude’ for rejecting him after the auction!?

~he didn’t bother to stop your punch. he didn’t think you’d actually land the hit on him.

~the hit (in which he thought youd miss) actually hurt.

~for you to be stronger than him you’d have to be like batshit strong….. so props to you!

~suddenly you start seeing him all around york new city, almost too much, almost stalker-ish..

~“(name)! lets fight again and no sneak attacks but lets not use nen—“

~then it hit you.

~“wait! how do you know my name? i never shared it with you. in fact, tell me, why do we keep intersecting paths in a city as big as york new? i never saw you before the fight, i’m sure of it! have you been stalking me since?”

~what! of course not! we just happen to be in the same area again at the same time id never stalk you… i heard someone call you by a name so i assumed it was your name.”

~he said it mildly suspiciously with it being crystal clear he had made up the excuse as he was speaking.

~you knew he had to be following you. no way this was all by chance. you dont even use your real name on documents!?

~“i dont believe you, besides i know youre lying. stop following me, i know you are. you breathe quite loudly to be honest.”

~he froze. how did you know? what would he do?

hisoka morow

—

~this is….bizarre to say the least.

~hisoka attracted to a random defense attorney?

~“don’t fucking talk to me, you know i don’t like you. get out of my sight. i dont desire to see trash like you this early on in the day.”

~(name) said coldly, not wanting to deal with any of hisoka’s shit today.

~maybe it was the authority in your voice? intelligence? how you looked? oh! or maybe how you carried yourself? who knows.

~not that you were complaining! it was just weird.

~exes suddenly all apologizing, or coming up as dead. almost as if they’d been threatened.

~“so mean (name)! why do you hate me so much hmmm? i’m sure you appreciate your exes saying sorry why be upset?”

~your eyes widened almost unnoticeably.

~all anyone knew about hisoka the magician was once he wanted something, he got it. no matter what he had to go through to get it.

~“how do you know about that hisoka?”

~random camera flashes, feeling like someone was watching, clothes disappearing, items in your apartment being in different places within hours. this is eerie, unnatural almost.

~“a magician never tells his secrets! you should know this best of all my dear (name).”

~you pause, looking back at hisoka in shock and fear. suddenly everything went to black. all that was left in your vision was hisoka standing over you.

illumi zoldyck

—

~how did one of the strongest members of the zoldyck family become so attached to a mere servant?

~maybe it started in your teen years when you were assigned off to protect illumi?

~nonetheless, being a zoldyck servant was nothing short of eventful.

~from the usual family fights to having to coordinate his outfits.

~“(name) does this look good on me?”

~“it does look good on you young master; do you believe it looks good on you too?”

~“hmm yeah i do. it reminds me of that coat you were looking at with canary.”

~you weren’t even together that day. it was your only day off this year.

~he had always stalked you. you knew it, you just couldnt do anything about it.

~i mean what are you gonna do? tell silva his son’s stalking you? he simply doesn’t care, why waste his time and have him get rid of you?

~defying illumi is like asking for death. you’d rather kill yourself then upset illumi.

~that fate (of defying him) was much worse then death, something his previous ‘caretakers’ knew well before their untimely deaths.

~you have many bigger issues in your life than his stalking and undergarment theft.

~until he does something and goes well, too far, there’s nothing you can do until then.

~not until he gets bored of you, can you do anything to free yourself from this life.

~the day he gets bored of you is the day that you’ll likely end it.

~a day you should look forward to as a zoldyck servant.

©2023 ainri; do not repost my work without credit or repost my work in a different language♡

[celestialmazer]

Foo Fighters

Hampden Park, Glasgow 17.06.24

Certainly and expectedly the most emotional concert I've ever been to for so many reasons (crying/welling up well into the double digits throughout 😂)

Got spooky for me too the times Josh sounded like Taylor but was blocked by the crowd and my mind's eye was just filling in the blanks with memory 🫠🙃

Important notes:

(woke up with a really sore lower back for no reason the day before which hadn't eased, but tbh - standing for hours on end aside - my subdued movements matched the expected overall vibe of tentatively sombre initially meets let's go fucking mental when the mood takes us! Lots of first timers in the crowd too so a bubbling sense of the unknown pervaded ✨ surrounded by almost entirely good sorts including a wildcard wee lady who appeared out of nowhere when the music started, ready to thrash so hard her hair got my eyeball and mouth at one point 😂 the most polite vibe tall guy I've ever come across at a gig and the most hilariously polite off-their-nuts group excusing themselves to go to and from mosh pit area, one had a comedy large backpack which I reckon he needed as a travelling apothecary)

• Rami aced his intro again by playing Flower of Scotland - it's an easy win that is always going to work 😂 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

• At this performance Josh's t-shirt read

"God gave rock and roll to you Satan wants it back"

• And couldn't quite get a pic that captures it properly but Rami had a lil guy with a hat labelled executive potato I think 🤷😂🥔💗 (Very last image)

ICYMI - didn't notice this detail during the concert, found out after, but for a brief moment during My Hero the headlight of the big red delicious turned to projecting a hawk 🥲 - had one accidental photo of it which I've made more obvious. Proper video link from Foo Fighters live below

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C8frGS0SCIy/?

Treated to a walkway performance of Skin and Bones (written in Scotland during a T in the Park turns out!), Under You (Dave still didn't quite manage through this time but keeps trying! 🥲) and Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners!! (and he shared he only later discovered the trapped miners requested an iPod of Foo Fighters not cos they were big fans but cos they wanted something to drown out the drilling 🤣) (and we found the German man at the front of the queue got to! 😂🙌 Like a Euros exchange programme)

Violet Grohl came out for her tour debut to sing Show Me How, such a pretty voice 💜

Aurora dedicated to Taylor 🥹😭

Dave swigging some Buckfast - had no concept of what it was when a photo went viral a while back so became an accidental, begrudging spokesmodel - thinks it's actually not that bad 😂

The Teacher visuals were beautiful, emotional, psychedelic and felt like they crossed realms which... was a lot 🙃

Have literally never seen Nate look so buzzing as coming up for this bow 👏 🙌 the chill had set in so Pat got a hoodie on and was milking his exit 💗 thrown sticks and picks landed nearby, quickly snatched up but not by us

Sooo, we realised we practically filmed the whole concert between us - a great distraction attempt from crying 😂 so have put a playlist up for posterity... swithering about going through the digital camera archives and filing in the gaps in my upload history, but that's so far down the current to do list it's unreal (would've been unstoppable if I'd got a smartphone years ago at concerts, lol)

Supported by Honey Blood and Courtney Barnett

Tour: Everything or Nothing at All

Setlist

1. All My Life

2. No Son of Mine

(with snippets of "Paranoid" by Black Sabbath and "Enter Sandman" by Metallica)

3. Rescued

4. The Pretender

5. Walk

6. Times Like These

(Dave and Rami only into full band)

7. White Limo

8. La Dee Da

9. This Is a Call

10. Guitar Solo / Sabotage / Keyboard Solo / Flower of Scotland / Blitzkrieg Bop / Whip It / March of the Pigs

11. My Hero

(acoustic into full band)

12. The Sky Is a Neighborhood

13. Learn to Fly

14. Arlandria

15. These Days

16. Skin and Bones

(tour debut; acoustic with Rami on accordion)

17. Under You

(Dave solo acoustic)

18. Ballad of the Beaconsfield Miners

(acoustic into full band)

19. Nothing at All

(with a snippet of "Blackbird" by The Beatles)

20. Unconditional

21. Monkey Wrench

(with added audience “Here We Fucking Go” and “No Scotland No Party")

22. Show Me How

(with Violet Grohl) (tour debut)

23. Aurora

(dedicated to Taylor Hawkins)

24. Best of You

Encore:

25. The Teacher

26. Everlong

Oh and we got our pic in the paper as we were there and getting merch so early on the photographer asked us (his first fans of the day) and we were like ...😐 Why not 😂 (cue wind and sun)

https://www.glasgowtimes.co.uk/news/scottish-news/24393473.crowds-foo-fighters-fans-arriving-glasgows-hampden/

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

a tattoo of his initials and a crown sounds cute. you already have a crescent moon tattoo behind your left ear by your H.A. but it’s pretty small. you’re excited to get your second tattoo especially when it’s dedicated to your fiancé and once he finishes describing the details of your tattoo and finally get an idea on what you want his tattoo to be and where. “i finally got an idea!” you cheer “but i want to share it with the artist. i don’t want him to find out” and now jungkook is definitely curious as to what you’re gonna have tatted on his body.

“just sit right here and i’ll get an artist for you, okay?” says the receptionist and the two of you do as she says but luckily the wait isn’t too long. within the next 5-8 minutes you both are in a room and you are the first who gets their tattoo.

“i’m nervous” you whine but both your fiancé and the tattoo artist reassures you that you’ll be alright. the artist cleans his needle and once jungkook shares the idea of your tattoo, he makes it come to life.

the crown is detailed beautifully, small yet visible and the pain is definitely a 8 out of ten so throughout the process, you’re squeezing tightly on jungkook’s hand and wincing. “don’t worry, i’m almost done” he says and for the next four hours, he finishes the tattoo on your neck.

you immediately run to the mirror to take a look and you’re immediately in love with how it turned out and so is jungkook. you’re sure he’s gonna be kissing all over you when it heals. you can’t believe you really got his initials on your neck in permanent ink but you kind of like it.

(here’s her tattoo: https://bodyartguru.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/Tiny-Crown-Tattoo-Design-on-Rear-Temporal-Bone.jpg)

it’s jungkook’s turn now and you whisper in the man’s ear on what and how you want the tattoo to look like. “can you put it in this blank space right here on his forearm?” you say and the artists takes a moment to think before he nods his head and says he can make it work.

“i can put it here on his wrist. he’s got enough space right here to fit it”

“ouu! yes! yes! do that. jungkook, you’re gonna love it!”

the artist cleans his needle and gets to work on the idea you gave him. jungkook is clueless on what you’re gonna have tatted on him but he trusts you. the process is pretty long, the sketching, tracing, shading. it takes awhile for him to finish it up but after 6 to 7 long hours, the tattoo is finished and jungkook is in complete awe of how well it turned out.

it’s your favorite movie but instead of it being rapunzel and eugene in the boat, rapunzel is shaped to be you and eugene is shaped to be him. the words in cursive read: all at once, everything is different. now that i see you.

(here’s his tattoo: https://www.instagram.com/p/CVZ3GAKKYry/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)

“what do you think? do you like it?”

(so y/n’s tattoo is the crown, heart, and his initials on the bottom. it’s still a little small. JK’s looks exactly like that on his right arm with his sleeve but like…around his wrist area? there is a blank space on his right arm so i thought the tattoo would fit there. instead of the lyrics in the photo is says the ones stated above. hopefully you like em!! 😁)

To be really honest? He is in awe. He loves the tattoo so much because it is so painfully you. Whenever he will look at it, he will just remember you.

It’s perfect, and worth every bit of the pain he had to endure in the seven hours, “yn this tattoo is my most favorite tattoo on my body I think.” And that is the truth because he has a lot of tattoos on his body with this one is the most special one for him.

Jungkook looks at you as the tattoo artist excuses himself so you could have a little privacy, he pulls you in for a deep kiss. And then he Gives you a huge smile. “ I never thought that I would have a scene from Rapunzel tattooed on my body… it’s absolutely perfect.” And the favorite thing about his tattoo is the quote and the way Eugene and Rapunzel are representing him and you.

It just makes him really happy to see you, squealing and jumping up and down from happiness like this and it makes him think that he could get a 1000 tattoos like this just to see you react this way.

Both of you have done a fantastic job with your tattoos, even though his was a little simpler, but he always wanted his initials on your body.

“Should we leave? And have dinner somewhere? Or Would you like some takeout so we can just go home straight away after picking up jaemin?” Jungkook says after your you’re both at the checkout doing the payment.

It’s almost midnight. It’s gotten a little chilly. But the weather just feels so romantic tonight. “This is the best experience of my life..” he whispers to himself as you both get in the car after exiting the tattoo parlor.

And you offered to this time because he just got a tattoo on his arm, so he lets you. “So… when should we hold the engagement announcement party?!” He asks you and it almost distracts him because you look so hot all focused on the road ahead of you.

“we can invite everyone I mean everyone, and then you can start shopping for the wedding.” He hopes that you know what or who he means by everyone.

He’s talking about namjoon.

[squeemcsquee]

Otakon 2023: Day 2 (Sat)

Saturday, I started my morning with a Digimon panel - I don't get to go to these too often at cons, since Pokemon tends to be people's greater focus. Digimon is NOT a Ripoff: The Crazy Story of the Franchise was very informative. I honestly didn't know that both Pokemon and Digimon share some characteristics with the Megami Tensei franchise.

I am ashamed to admit that a lot of my knowledge of Digimon is too rusty to attempt to play a trivia game. The host was offering up different Digimon prizes, from trading cards to actual vpets. And he got a far longer line of competitors that I believe he thought he would get.

Next on my agenda was Idols Through the Ages. It wasn't a bad panel, but I was disappointed by the lack of engagement from the panelist. He mostly just read straight from the slides. But I did still learn more on the background of idol culture and the idol industry, so I still was happy with the panel overall.

After that, I met with @lechevaliermalfet, and O. to grab an early lunch. It was at this time that I realized that Otakon needs to work a smidge on their communication with their attendees.

See, @lechevaliermalfet and I were prepared to rely mainly on our cards for payment for the weekend - we were far, far away from any ATMs for our local credit union, after all, and everyone knows that con ATMs can run out of $$ quickly. We didn't want to be stranded in DC trying to find more cash at the last second.

So this announcement didn't really impact us. But it was still strange for Otakon to drop this little nugget on Saturday morning, instead of, perhaps, Thursday before the con.

I wasn't the only one who felt this way - there were plenty of complaints on the FB announcement made throughout the weekend. Justified complaints, I would say.

This was also the point where I once again wished Otakon had a Dining Guide section in their Guidebook, even if just for the food vendors within the con center itself - knowing when things opened and what their general price range was, as well as their cashless status, would've been a great resource for attendees. Just my take on it.

Btw, during the whole con, finding a table to sit at with our food was a struggle - with as many people as Otakon brings in, there never really seems to be a downtime for the con center food vendors until just before they close. So tables where you can easily eat are in high demand.

After lunch, we met up with R. and R.'s girlfriend briefly, then made our way to the Dealers Hall again. The BlerdCon booth had a dance party going, and I heard both the Macarena and the Cha Cha Slide. We observed the party for a couple minutes, because, well, duh. It's a dance party at a con - that energetic vibe can be hard to resist.

We also learned that the Mandalorian Mercs were on site, with a creative photo op area as part of their recruitment setup. No, we did not go take advantage, I'm sorry to say.

After the Dealers Hall, I headed to Animation Cels at Work: The Life and Death of Cel Animation in Japan. This one ran right up to the very last second of panel time and was very informative. The panelist not only traced the history of cel animation but also took some time to cover the current collectors' market for cels, explaining why certain cels are valued more than others.

I spent some time people watching and just sort of seeking a brief quiet space in the con after that. Wandering a con with friends is great, but I do strongly recommend learning how to navigate solo, for when nothing in the guide grabs you and you don't feel like spending money in the Dealers Hall or Artist Alley.

Some of this time was spent on Pokemon Go, because the area was great for Pokestops and actually getting to participate in gym battles. Please excuse that the screenshot is actually from earlier in the day. Really, it can be assumed that I'm playing Pokemon Go at any con, because cons are among the few times I'm around enough people to make battling gyms worthwhile.

I ended up in the Otamuseum, which was a small room dedicated to showing off some of the relics and factoids of Otakon's history. Since my one and only other Otakon was 2012, I definitely snapped photos of anything relating to that year.

I knew 2012's attendance had been comparable to the numbers I was familiar with from ACen, but I was still surprised to learn there were so many attendees that year. Honestly, I'd felt like there were more -but that's because the Baltimore venue was clearly becoming too small for the con at that time.

I once again met up with @lechevaliermalfet and O. for an early dinner before O. had to leave the con for the day. We spent part of dinner discussing another note that Otakon had made for attendees, via the Guidebook app.

My understanding is that this aggressive defense of the Saturday Dealers Hall hours are in response to a handful of complaints each year from attendees that could swear the hours had changed. And I'm sure that's frustrating for staff to experience. But this just came off as hostile when I read it.

After dinner, we parted ways with O., and headed down to Artist Alley. We got a few prints but my real prize for the night was a strange plushie.

He was labeled as being unloved and how could I say no for $10? I love weird, cute things.

After shopping, it was time for @shoujorockheaven - this focuses on girl rock bands in Japan and it's run by the same team as @awesomelybadjmusicvideos . It's honestly a great way to discover some new groups to listen to.

After the panel, despite still wanting that con vibe, we had to admit we were wiped. So that ended up being our last event for Saturday.

All Otakon 2023 Coverage

Otakon 2023 Day 0 (Thurs) and Day 1 (Friday)

Otakon 2023 Friday cosplay

Otakon 2023 Day 2 (Sat) - current post

Otakon 2023 Saturday cosplay

Otakon 2023 Day 3 (Sun)

Otakon 2023 Sunday cosplay

[vs-redemption]

Hajime’s brows furrow a little and he shakes his head about your worries*

“Cindy, it’s never annoying when you sent me pictures of the meals you’ve made. I always look forward to them and they always get me hungry! Sharing photos of our meals or what we came across randomly or even voice notes about our day was what I looked forward to each day. I like exchanging stuff like that but haha excuse me that I haven’t sent much of my own. Work’s had me busy last week so I’ve been eating out most nights. Makes me appreciate your bento more. Home cooked meals always hits the spot here and here,”

*He pats his tummy then his heart with a grin and a wink. He basks in the spring sun and cool breeze while you two finishes up lunch. His heart is still thumping around in his chest from nerves and giddiness; he wonders if it’s noticeable while he lounges and listens to you. You take him by surprise when you say that you don’t mind working for how he’ll spoil you, his eyes going a bit wide and blinks before smirking*

“Oh? I like that. Something tells me you’re gonna have me on my toes here and there. Letting you know right now, darlin’, you can make me work for it too,”

“We have the blanket if it does buuuut it is a bit small. So, we do have to cuddle close. Plus, sharing body heat is always a good way to keep warm. And an easy way to sneak a kiss on the cheek or two”

*He helps you clean up after all the lunch has been eaten and even wipes down the area. Hajime admires you for a moment when you stand, letting himself burn into his memory of the sun’s rays being your halo while sakura flutter about you. He wishes he could take a picture to preserve this stunning image for you but he didn’t wanna put you in an awkward spot. He gives you a tender smile and nod when you offer a hand, taking it tenderly while he lets you help him stand. Once up, he gets a little playful and twirls you away from him with a little laugh then has you spin back to him; his other hand finding your free one when you face him again. Hajime’s eyes sparkle with affection and playfulness; you can see that he’s earnest to explore with you*

“Ready to explore, sweetheart”

(yaho my dear! i hope you had a good holiday weekend. just wanna say i appreciate you ^w^ hope your work week goes well!)

*I feel so relieved when he reassures me that he'd enjoyed the pictures I'd sent. To be honest, I'd felt so shy the first time he'd sent me a voice note. I'd never gotten those from anyone before, so I'd been a blushing mess hearing his voice come out of my phone. I was slowly getting used to it though, and even getting brave enough to send a few of my own back. The phone calls and voice notes had helped me feel closer to him.* No worries. I get it. Most nights I'm too exhausted to cook too. That's why I've been trying to meal plan more on the weekends to save myself the temptation of eating out. But hearing that you haven't had many home cooked meals lately has me even more excited to cook for you next time.

*My cheeks feel warm when he touches his heart and winks at me. A part of me ached to offer to meal plan with him or even for him. It would make me happy to give him a stack of prepped meals on a Sunday, knowing he could come home and just heat it up and have a good hot meal during the week. Maybe it was a little early to be doing that kind of stuff though. Just the fact that I wanted to do that at all was a testament to just how much I liked him already.* *My breath catches at the way he smirks at me and predicts that I'll keep him on his toes. And when he tells me I can make him work for it so boldly, it's the first time that I really feel a strong wave of physical attraction. I'd been so giddy about how sweet he was and how well we'd gotten along so far, and obviously I'd noticed that he was attractive and a great kisser. But a hint of a new kind of chemistry had blossomed in my belly at that comment. And it had me blushing when he moved right along to talk about sharing body heat and sneaking kisses. It took me a second to gather my thoughts and reply.*

Making you work a little sounds kinda fun. *I admit with a shy smile. It surprised me when my first instinct when feeling so shy and vulnerable was to move closer to him and not away. I stay put where I am though, still getting used to the feelings he brought out in me.* In that case, I look forward to it getting chillier later so we have an excuse to be closer.

*My pulse doesn't get a moment to settle because it's off racing again just as soon as he takes my hand and spins me after we clean up the picnic. The look in his eyes when he takes my other hand and peers down at me with so much promise in his gaze has me feeling weak. I was in danger, but my fight or flight instincts weren't telling me to flee. They were telling me to stay and fight to keep this man at my side. I smile up and him and nod in agreement.* I'm ready too.

(Ahhhh Mod. I AM SWOONING. Hajime is such a good guy and that more feisty side coming out made me blush!)

[livelaughlovetoread]

With Remus' chapter posted it is time again for me to tell you about what the images mean!

Below the cut are spoilers for the chapter so read at your own risk!

TW from the chapter about suicidal ideation and attempts still applies.

1. The steak knives - I think most would think that this would be about Remus wanting rare meat, but instead, it is about him having suicidal thoughts. So I tricked you there!

It was really important to me that Remus has suicidal thoughts as the way he thinks about himself screams like someone who struggles with mental health. The fact that we know Remus' most happy times were when he was at Hogwarts also tells us that he was suffering before and after. And I think a lot of that comes from depression.

Remus is so young, but disabled kids have depression and suicidal thoughts and I think Remus would be one of them.

This fic is in the 60s and 70s though so it's not like his parents are going to get him therapy - I am not even sure either of them would know what that is. However, they do know about suicide and I think that many of the book would mention that a large amount of werewolf deaths are caused by it.

2. The Basement - I knew at some point Remus would have to go into the basement for his transformations and so that is why I put this photo. Nothing too special.

3. The Feilds and Cows - So according to Pottermore Remus' mum was Welsh and so I knew I was going to have him grow up in Wales and be a proud Welshman. I looked up photos of Wales and got this one, I knew Remus was going to live in remote areas so it fit. I don't think his parents would pick large towns, small towns would be best. Gossip spreads fast in small towns, but it also does not often leave the small town. Plus not many people would move in and out.

I wrote the part where Remus works running deliveries after I selected this photo as I knew he was going to spend time in the countryside, but then it just fit that he would want to go off and explore, even though he knew he had to be a secret he would want to try and fit in. I loved that part, it made me think of the Remus he will become with his friends.

4. The broken window - Something that always got me is that Remus shared a room with all the boys. Like they have to change and shower and all that stuff. There is not that much privacy. Eventually, someone was going to see his scars and he would need to have an excuse. I really don't think that they would have sent Remus to Hogwarts without plans for excuses - they knew very well he would miss classes. I racked my brain at what this could be - and I came up with a car crash. It's not something like an animal attack which Remus' family would think is too close to the truth. It's also something most witches and wizards would not know enough about. So if he said he was in a bad accident not many would understand.

I also think that not all the teachers at Hogwarts would know. Neither Remus nor his father would be good with that, however, I do think all the heads of the house would understand along with Madam Pompfry.

You might remember from Chapter 1 that James Potter knows a lot about cars, which plays into a conversation you will see in the future!

Spoilers Without Context

ALITS Chapter 3 - Remus John Lupin

Chapter Three of A Light In The Shadows is about Remus Lupin and will be posted on Nov. 30th!

You can read about James Potter's and Sirius Black's first eleven years now!

Let me know in the replies what you think is going to happen to Remus!

[xbabybajix]

𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮’𝓼 𝓓𝓪𝔂 𝔀/ 𝓣𝓸𝓴𝔂𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓿 𝓑𝓸𝔂𝓼~

A/n: per requested from you lovelies, hope everyone has a great V-Day and even if you don’t have a valentine I’LL BE YOUR VALENTINE >:) along w these boys! Pt. 2 will be uploaded tmrw! (this is f!reader btw) hope yall enjoy & pls excuse the typos n all

Hanma isn’t one for celebrating big on holidays. Though he will make the exception if it’s with you. And if you’re really big on valentine’s, Hanma will make sure that you get whatever you want! He’ll make sure that the night you spend is an unforgettable one! So he kinda hints to you that you’ll be doing something together that day. But Hanma himself isn’t sure, he kinda just wings it tbh bc he’s a “spur” in the moment kinda guy. Hanma comes to your doorstep with cute little necklaces that have rings w/ engravings in it that are either super cheesy or an inside joke yall have. Hanma takes you for a ride on his motorcycle and you both end up at a secluded area that’s got a nice view of hills or a lake. But on the way over, he had placed rose petal trails which then leads to a small picnic with a tent bc he wants to camp there with you that night. 

Baji. Baji. Baji. He isn’t one who LOVES v-day, but he does look forward to the way your eyes light up whenever you both pass by all the cute decor, flowers, cards etc at stores. Baji never fails to give you the world on v-day. Though he does it on any other day, but on the 14th he makes sure to remind you that he loves you immensely in his own way. Valentine’s Day with Baji consists of a breakfast date, with him handing you a bouquet of (whatever your favorite thing is) along with a little shadow box he made with little photos and trinkets of things you did together. Baji likes to shower you extra with compliments and will not hesitate to be your personal photographer that day bc you look so cute dressed up all for him. You guys both alternate with activities so in the afternoon, you’ll spoil Baji a bit and take him shopping for some clothes that he’s been wanting for a while. After, you’ll share an ice cream and feed him bc he lowkey loves it when you pamper him. Baji enjoys your company out all the things you can do for him, so taking him to the movies or maybe even a fight club?? When he receives your gift, which is a cd with an album cover of you two that contains a playlist of songs you both like he is swooning! The night would end with you both taking a night walk somewhere and just cuddling up on a bench and maybe having a nice makeout session and listening to the cd together >:) Baji loves being covered in your lipstick!

MIKEY loves valentine’s day because of all the snacks and treats that come with it. He isn’t one to love the aesthetic of it but he’ll be happy if it’s something that involves pastries. And that’s what it’s alllllll about lmao. Every year you mix it up and like to surprise him with foreign pastries but also will handmake him some because you want it to have some meaning to it. And Mikey is a sucker for it. Especially if it comes out wonky. It makes his heart swell because he knows that you worked super hard on it and he’ll devour it and leave no crumbs. “That was so delicious love! You should make these again some day!” Mikey is extra sweet on V-day and is very clingly and will snuggle you and smother you with kisses. “I just love you so much baby, you’re the cutest I wish I could keep you in my pocket forever.” Mikey also loves giving you cheesy love cards (like the meme formatted ones) and will leave some hidden around the house. Maybe like a couple weeks before the actual day he’ll find time and hide them and will act clueless about them. “Oh I wonder who put that there... seems he really wants you to be his valentine haha...” Mikey sees how hard you work on the pastries you make him and he decides to return the favor by making you something too. So he goes to those stores where he picks out a stuffed animal and customizes it in a way that reminds him of you. (The way you dress, accessories, etc) and will have a little recorded message inside that is him reminding you that he loves you a ton!

Chifuyu is always a nervous wreck the first week and a half of Feb. And that’s because he always tries to make this valentine’s better than the last. And he’s very keen on making each one extraordinary because he believes that his princess deserves the entire universe and all the good it has to offer. He’s so romantic, it makes Baji and Kazutora gag a little bit, but they’re always willing to help him with his endeavors. Chifuyu likes to gift you small meaningful gifts but also loves to go along with traditional gifts too. He will definitely gift you one of his hoodies that you love wearing and will spray it with cologne. He also will write you love letters about your first date, kiss, sex, etc. And he waits until you’re together to read it to you and it’s so cute because he’s literally shaking and sweating and stuttering bc it’s you and you’re looking all cute there just looking at him with heart eyes and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Though after reassuring him with some kisses, Chifuyu is so happy to know that you loved every bit of his gifts. The day is spent with you going somewhere you haven’t been to and so yall decide to try rollerskating together! The entire time you’re both losing balance and falling over each other but it’s worth it because Chifuyu will always take the fall first so he’s your personal pillow <3 after you both start to get the hang of it, you’ll skate around while holding each others hands. Sometimes Chifuyu will glance at you and blush after realizing that you’ve been staring at his beautiful face first! Afterwards the night ends with you and him watching movies together with his mom because you both love her and want her to have a special valentines day too <3

[kitsuvil]

Velvet Cigarettes - Just friends, right?

♡

slight tw warning: father issues, kinda angsty chapter towards the end

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I knock on the door of the apartment, expecting Kazuha to come out but once it opens I'm facing someone else. "Morning, Albedo," I wave. "Hey Y/N, is the art student here to hang out with their new boyfriend?" He asks. "Stop yourself right there, first of all we're just visting the record store. Second of all, you have to finish the project that's due soon, don't you? I'm going to be on your ass now that I know we share class together."

"Damn, you're not wrong, but I'm almost finished with it, trust me, I'll even send a picture when I'm done. I'll go let Kazuha know you're here though."

"Right, I'll be awaiting that photo."

I lean against the wall of the apartment, slightly stepping inside as I wait. He has a nice place, honestly speaking. You'd expect something shabby for a college student's apartment but he's definitely got his life together, so much that even the band hangs out here.

"Y/N! Good morning!" He grins, grabbing a bag as he walks towards the door. I wave and walk towards him. "Hey Albedo, don't forget to lock up when you go home! Good luck on that project!"

"I got you, don't worry," He calls from another room.

"Let's go?" I nudge towards the door, offering a hand and leading him to my car.

Most of the car ride is quiet save for the music playing from the Aux and our occasional conversation. Kazuha chose to introduce me to new songs already, asking me to rate every song he plays, leaving him in surprise when I mention knowing some of the songs.

"Really? I thought every fan of his music was dead, absolutely no one talks about him."

"I'd be concerned if I was dead, Kazuha."

"I'm just kidding, but still, you're the first one I've met."

"Maybe it was fated."

"I'm inclined to believe that at this point."

I slow the car and pull up to the record shop, parking at the closest spot. "I can't wait to see what you'll show from this preview I got in the car," I chuckle. "I haven't seen any songs from you, I can't wait either," Kazuha gets out and walks to the shop doors.

"Do you visit here often?"

"Actually, I try to go as often as I can. There's never too much albums and vinyls to collect."

"You have a vinyl player?"

"Sure do, I'd love to play it for you sometime."

We browse the endless amounts of music for at least 30 minutes, completely lost in the conversations and recommendations that are going on between us.

"I lived in this area for a long time, so I've honestly become quite familiar with the store itself. Back in the days when Velvet Cigarettes wasn't formed, I would imagine having a band and seeing our albums for sale here."

"I've only been a few times, but each time I've seen your guys music, so you've definitely made it. I wish your childhood self could see what you've achieved now."

"I wish your childhood self could also see you hanging out with the vocalist of your favorite high school band," Kazuha laughs.

"It feels like a dream still," My cheeks begin to flush a little, "Hey, I know that band!" I change the topic and hurry towards another shelf.

"Kazuha?" I turn back to look at him.

"Coming!" He puts away his phone and heads towards me.

"I remember growing up with this band, especially when I was in middle school-"

Suddenly I hear multiple notifications go off on my phone.

"Oh- Uh..."

"Hey, Kazuha... I'll uh- I'll be right back," I laugh it off and hurry to the bathroom. This definitely doesn't sound like a good sign.

I press the call button despite my anxiety being at peak level. He picks up immediately, the sound of yelling filling the bathroom in an echo. "Hey, I said I'm outside, could you stop yelling. What do you want?" I ask, speaking over him.

"You fucking bitch, why don't you respond to me immediately?"

"Maybe because I'm busy."

"You? Busy? Maybe with failing your classes, sure dumbass."

"Excuse me?" I hesitate, but begin to go off on him anyway. "I will have your slow ass know, I'm passing in my classes and you're not at my side constantly looking at any actions I make so you have no right to assume that of me. I'm doing well with my friends and my grades, the rest is none of your business."

"Hey, what the fuck are you yelling at me for? I'm just trying to be a good father!" He retorts.

"Good fathers don't call their children slurs and call them while they're drunk just to act like a bitch. Fuck you."

I hold up my phone, getting ready to throw it onto the ground before regaining my composure. I press down on the end call button, trying to wipe the memory of anything happening just now, but it doesn't work. I face the mirror, frowning at the tears that I didn't even notice had been streaming down my face.

i wipe all of it off, trying to look as presentable as possible. I still had to spend time with Kazuha, I couldn't just leave on him. Would it be worth it to try and explain that I just didn't feel up for it anymore?

I hear a few knocks coming from the bathroom door.

"Hey Y/N, are you good in there? It's already been multiple minutes."

It's Kazuha.

I take a last check on my appearance and go to open the door.

"I'm fine, don't worry!" I smile.

"Are you sure?"

I pause, unsure of what to respond with. It's obvious that I'm not doing well, there's really no point in hiding it. "I... No, I'm sorry, I don't really feel good anymore..." I lean against the wall.

"You should've let me know immediately. I'm not going to pry on what happened, but if you want to leave and go rest, please don't worry."

"That's... Thank you, okay." I straighten myself out and head towards the car.

"If you really need a break and want someone around to comfort you then you can drop by my place tonight? I promise it has a better environment than the college dorms, there's a reason I don't live in them."

"Really? I'd appreciate it, I don't really want to go anywhere that would make my anxiety rise."

"Of course. I have a stash of alcohol and shit to smoke if you'd like to keep your mind off things too."

"I will take you up on that offer, give me the worst alcohol you have, I don't want to remember a thing in the morning. If I miss class, so be it, I'll find a way to catch up on the assignments."

"Alright, alcohol it is."

as long as this chapter is... i did not proofread it and will not, that ones on me LMAO im so sorry 4 dropping angst on the 3rd chapter but at least u get kazuha doing his best to comfort u... i should also stop posting chapters in the middle of the night

taglist: @slvdsjjk @lost-wicked-artist @shhhlistenn @kaika-hanakata @plinkuro @shakiraisawesome @griseoo

[porchprairie]

And what a fun weird shape it is

Have you ever seen (symplocarpus foetidus) skunk’s cabbage? I know it’s not your usual deal but it’s a real funky flower that’s blooming this time of year that I thought you might like (: it can bring it’s temperature to 15–35 °C (59–95 °F) above air temperature to melt ice and snow so it can get to doing it’s thing. Also it stinks when it gets bruised or broken! (Hence the name.)

this was actually my gateway drug to botany! i got interested in them in high school, then wanted to find out what exactly made them heat up and why because the popsci articles i read didn't actually give an answer, and that led me into a bunch of scientific papers i didnt have the education to understand and needed to learn a lot to slowly go through, etc. they were my first academic spiral into madness lmao. VERY cool little guys doing VERY clever things in the disgusting cold mud, let me tell you.

(side note: i think what i find shocking about these dudes now, years later, isn't the fact that they do thermogenesis, but how WELL they do thermogenesis. like i need to go do another research deep dive now that i have like... a bio degree instead of being in high school tbh, but basically they're able to detect the outside temperature to a very specific amount and adjust their heat production to match, and they do this for like, WEEKS at a time. it's shocking, legitimately, like to my knowledge it's the only plant that does this to this degree. most other thermogenic plants seem to use the strategy of just heating up as hot as possible for a really short amount of time just to Have Sex and then bail-- there's no real effort in maintaining it for more than a few hours or days and it's a VERY expensive process in terms of energy, so why bother doing tons of really specific constant tiny checks and adjustments for weeks on end? there must be a huge benefit to the time these plants put into it, conserving that energy and carefully partitioning heating out in spurts instead of dumping it all at once... man, its really interesting. but anyway i love them so much like, truly i do, there is a skunk cabbage shaped place in my heart for them lmao)

[some-creep]

🙏 I am respectfully begging you to pls write more hotaao, literally any scenario with them, that recent thing you wrote was fucking incredible 💖💚

Hey anon I want you to know when I got this I screenshot it and showed all my friends because I was really excited to see it. I know it took a while to respond but that's because I wanted to write something in honor of this ask,,, :')

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Marie took any excuse she could to go to Callie's house. Her own house didn't feel safe, even when she was alone. It was fun to run off to her aunt and uncle's house and pretend everything was normal and no one was cruel to her and her mind was quiet. If she was alone for too long, her mind started drifting to dark places. If she thought about Callie in an attempt to feel better, then it went somewhere worse.

Years ago, and she would never tell a soul, Marie had become particularly attached to one photo of Callie from her family vacation to a small, not far off amusement park called The Salty Ink Boardwalk. Marie had never been. They had a small water park area, and one of Callie's parents had taken a picture of her by a swimming pool in a cute two piece bathing suit.

It was the first time Marie had ever really noticed girls. Or anyone, for that matter. She was fixated on how looking at it made her feel, until one day, she did the unthinkable. She touched herself while staring at the picture on her phone. She knew she'd crossed a line that she couldn't come back from, and vowed never to do it or think about it again. Most importantly, the real Callie could never know it happened! She didn't delete the picture until several months later. Just in case.

Callie was alone tonight, with her parents out on an anniversary date to some fancy hotel. Callie's parents loved each other…she was lucky. They loved her, too! They liked Marie, but not as much as their own daughter. She was just the weird little niece who came over way, way too much.

"But Marie! Isn't that a scary movie?" Callie whined when she saw Marie's idea of evening entertainment. She always liked it when Marie came over, but sometimes she was a little odd. It was dark out, and they were totally alone in the house. Callie wasn't confident she could handle something like that without having nightmares. Maybe if Marie stayed in her room she'd feel better. And if they could leave the overhead light on all night.

"Yeah, that's why I brought it. It's seasonal! Besides, aren't you a little old to be scared of horror movies?"

"No. They're scary. That's the point! To be scared and afraid."

"Those mean the same thing. C'mon, I'll make popcorn and you can hide under a blanket if it's too much~."

Food was always a quick way to win Callie over, especially when it was something she couldn't easily get on her own. Which was most things. She was talented in many areas, but the kitchen was not one of them. She reluctantly agreed to Marie's offer, and soon enough, she was sitting on the couch with a large bowl of popcorn and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

"Why'd you turn the lights off too! It's already dark outside!"

"You're basically an adult and you're still scared of the dark?" 

Callie huffed, hugging the bowl to her chest, "all mine now. Meanie." 

Marie flopped down next to her, shoving her entire hand into the bowl and spilling several kernels onto the blanket and floor. "Gimme."

She shook her head, turning away. "Watch your scary movie, I'm busy," Callie said, back to Marie.

Marie knew it wouldn't last long, and Callie's curiosity would get the better of her like always. 

A few minutes in and Callie had already turned back around, setting the bowl on the table to share, if Marie really wanted.

"Hey, is that that one actor?"

"Who?"

"That guy! He was in…that one movie! I like him, he kinda looks like you, don'tcha think?"

Marie shrugged, "I dunno what you mean."

"Well, he's always got a really serious expression and those really pretty gold eyes."

She blushed, brushing off her comment with only silence. She did her best to look interested in the movie, but now she could barely process what was being said.

Things only got worse when a fake jump scare was enough to startle Callie. Instinctively, she jumped to Marie for comfort, holding onto her arm and pressing up against her. Marie held her breath until she calmed down.

"Scaredy Cal."

Despite the insult, Callie didn't back down. She leaned on Marie just like she used to do when they were younger. She could smell Callie's body wash this close. Melon of some variety, she thought.

She let her mind wander, indulging in the fantasy that Callie was doing this on purpose. That she knew how Marie felt. Definitely not possible.

"Snuggle better." Callie demanded, pulling Marie's arm around her shoulders. "You're supposed to be protecting me from the scary stuff."

She tried, and failed, to relax. It was obvious how tense she was… Hopefully, Callie would think she was just freaked out by the movie that she had long since stopped watching.

Marie began slowly rubbing Callie's arm over the blanket. It was a gesture she seemed to enjoy as she snuggled up closer, nearly in Marie's lap now. When Callie reached up to grab her hand, she was certain she was going to stop her. Instead Callie just held onto it. No way it was a coincidence..! She wanted to push her luck, just a little.

As subtle as she could manage, Marie rested her other hand on Callie's thigh, deliberately not taking her eyes off the TV. Callie didn't seem bothered. A victory? She was feeling confident now, for a brief, thrilling moment.

They sat together like that for a while, in comfortable silence. Callie had her head resting against Marie, still holding her hand. It was nice, while it lasted, though not long enough in Marie's mind. A rather abrupt sex scene caught them both off guard. They both tried to act disinterested so as not to seem weird to the other. In an attempt to look at anything but the screen, they mistakenly looked at each other, freezing in place.

Callie had a peculiar look on her face as she peered up at Marie. She was thinking about something, or maybe trying not to think of it. Marie didn't have a chance to do anything before Callie quickly, wordlessly, kissed her. Less than a second worth of contact. She bit her lip, waiting for Marie's reaction, holding her breath.

Marie blinked. Then stared. She opened her mouth, wanting to say… something. She didn't know what. Nothing.

She grabbed Callie's face, kissing her like she'd never kissed anyone before (she hadn't). Don't think about it, don't think about it. She tasted like sugar, likely from all the candy she ate when she thought no one noticed. But more importantly, she tasted like Callie. That was enough to make her dizzy. 

Was she doing a good job? Did Callie like it? What if she wasn't good enough? Callie had kissed people before! She could judge her performance. Would she do that? Was that a thing people did? She had no past experiences to know what was normal. All she could think about was Callie. How much she wanted Callie. Needed Callie. 

Kissing Callie felt like home. She was so warm and soft and safe. But Marie was miserable and greedy. She'd never had anything and now she wanted everything.

Callie didn't.

Marie snapped back into reality when Callie grabbed her wrist. She'd pushed it up under her shirt, but didn't get far.

"Ah, hey, hey, Marie. Not so fast…"

She froze, realizing what had just happened between them. She wanted to cry, but not in front of Callie.

"I gotta get home. My parents are gonna wonder where I am." She didn't and they weren't.

Callie didn't argue. Marie pulled her shoes on, sprinting into the blankness of Calamari County.

[lulu-zodiac]

THE BODY LANGUAGE OF COCKLES: JENSEN (pt 1)

(disclaimer: I’m no body language expert. the extent of my knowledge is: a class I took on it a few years back at uni, a brief course on it as part of my job training, and various bits of reading I’ve done over the years)

Okay, so I just HAD to make this post, because the body language between Jensen and Misha is so loud. It’s 100% what sold me on cockles in the first place. It’s literally TEXTBOOK. Whenever they’re around each other, they just tick all the boxes for the body language of attraction.

I’ve split this post into a few parts (two for Jensen and two for Misha), because a) although a lot of the body language of attraction is universal, the specific tendencies of it are also dependent on each individual’s nature, and b) THERE IS SO MUCH CONTENT FOR THESE TWO THERE LEGIT WASN’T ENOUGH ROOM TO DO IT IN ONE POST. That’s how much of a mess they are. 

So, here are some classic body language signs that suggest someone is attracted to you (and how Jensen displays them when he’s around Misha):

1.       They smile a lot around you – really smile. Not your standard, polite smile – this is open, uninhibited, fully engaged. Even though such a full smile can often show a lot of their mouth, it’s really in the eyes, often making the skin around them crinkle. There’s nothing forced about it. It’s full of ease, warmth and sincerity.

Okay, but this is just Jensen every time he’s around Misha? Even when he’s been struggling, as soon as Misha appears, Jensen is suddenly full of smiles exactly like this. Legitimately every time they interact Jensen lights up with these smiles that are so open and intimate and completely involuntary. Misha just consistently elicits this automatic response in Jensen, which is pretty damn telling from a body language perspective.

I could literally fill an entire post with examples of this, but here are a few particularly lovely ones:

2. They laugh a lot around you, and generally laugh harder at your jokes than other people do. This kind of laugher is completely free and unselfconscious. Often, they’ll use their whole body in it, e.g. throwing their head back. This in particular can suggest attraction, as the throat is a vulnerable area of the body, all about communication and intimacy. Baring it like this shows a fundamental trust in you, and a desire to open themselves up to you, share their deeper selves with you.

RIGHT. The infamous unicorn laugh?? Literally any interaction with Misha ever has Jensen doing this. It’s one of the defining characteristics of the way he relates with Misha. I mean, seriously. Watch three minutes into any of their panels and I guarantee you’ll already have more examples than you can count.

(unicorn laugh appreciation series) 

3. When they’re around you, they’ll lean in towards you and give you their undivided attention, e.g. holding eye contact. Leaning in and turning their body towards you shows a fundamental interest in you, as well as a desire to be closer to you. They’ll listen with intent focus whenever you’re speaking, often losing track of what’s going on around them and paying more attention to you than others.

Isn’t this is just Jensen in literally every panel he’s ever done with Misha? He just gets lost in whatever Misha’s talking about, whatever story he’s telling. Jensen spends so much time looking at Misha with this rapt attention and focus, leaning into his space with this kind of quiet, deep warmth in his eyes.  

This entire panel was a particular mess:

But there are so honestly many photos of Jensen looking at Misha like this that it kind of kills me a little??

4. They look at your mouth. It’s especially telling if they meet your gaze, glance down to your mouth, and then back up to hold your gaze again. This is one of the clearest signs of attraction, suggesting they’re thinking (often subconsciously) about kissing you. They might also lick their lips while looking at you; when looking at someone we desire, our mouth produces more saliva, causing us to lick our lips. Lip-licking is also a way of drawing your attention to their mouth. 

God, there are just so many examples of this it’s ridiculous?? I mean, it happens so involuntarily that it became a big part of the way Dean and Cas relate with each other on screen. It literally contributed to the creation of destiel. That’s how much Jensen does this around Misha.  

I could make an entire post on this (maybe I will), but for now, have these:

5. Their body language mirrors yours. This is something we all do with people we like and are emotionally tuned into, and is another classic indicator of attraction. It’s basically a non-verbal way of communicating how much you’re invested in someone. 

Again, this is something we see SO MUCH OF when Jensen’s around Misha. Jesus Christ. I could go on about it forever, but honestly this post says it all. Or you know, literally any panel they’ve done together. 

 6.   They initiate unnecessary touches, especially after jokes or humor. We instinctively want to include the people important to us in our emotional responses. Sometimes they might reach into your space, other times it might be a touch on the arm, a lingering handshake or hug, basically any excuse to be physically close to you. It’s not psychologically easy to put yourself into someone’s space – it shows the level of trust they have in you, and that their desire to be near you outweighs their fear of rejection. 

Oh god where to start with this one. The handshake? The hugs? The lingering touches? The ass slaps? The entire thigh debacle? The complete mess that is this moment? All the completely unnecessary touches that happen at literally every panel? Jensen is seemingly incapable of being within two feet of Misha without putting his hands all over him at every given opportunity.

(See also this excellent post about Jensen and male intimacy)

Stay tuned for Part 2 coming very soon!

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Victor’s To the Horizon Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a prologue from a date, 至地平线之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

Please read the prologue first!

Leaving the resting area of the gas station, I hug the items in my arms while brisk walking towards Victor, who is currently topping up petrol for the car.

MC: Look at what I found!

Victor takes the snacks which are on the verge of falling out of my arms, then flips through the colourful pamphlets in my hands.

Victor: These are just pamphlets. Why’d you take so many?

MC: They introduce various types of entertainment in the desert and all of them look really interesting. I didn’t expect to see so many attractions. It feels as though we can have fun here for several days.

Victor: Don’t have such high expectations for now. The desert isn’t a place where you can roam around freely. The weather changes frequently, and only one segment of the day is suitable for outdoor activities.

MC: That means I can sleep in!

Victor turns to glance at me, arching his brows slightly.

Victor: After being out for so many days, this seems to be the first time you’re talking about sleeping in. You usually have a difficult time waking up, but brim with energy during a vacation.

MC: Trips are rare, so I need to maintain my vigour. Seeing the camel keychain you gave me was enough to console me before, but I can finally see them in person.

In the midst of our conversation, the petrol tank is filled up. Victor opens the door to the front passenger seat, beckoning me to get in.

MC: Why don’t I drive?

Victor: The remaining journey isn’t long. You should study the things you have on hand. Since you’re so enthusiastic, you can be the tour guide this time.

MC: Okay then!

The car drives out of the gas station, and very soon heads towards the desert homestay.

I lower the car window, and the incoming breeze is dry and refreshing. The sunlight pouring into the car is scorching, and very different from the weather in Loveland City.

We have been travelling for more than a week, and we’re far away from Loveland City. What lies before our eyes is a completely new world.

Returning my gaze to the pamphlets, I flip through them and realise that almost all of them feature elements of camels. A little curious, I look at Victor.

MC: Victor, have you ever ridden on a camel?

Victor: No.

MC: What about sandboarding?

Victor: No.

MC: Driving a motocross in the desert?

Victor: No.

MC: ...so you’ve only visited the desert purely for business purposes?

Victor: Why else? I’m not like a certain someone who always uses the excuse of gathering materials to slip out and play.

Deliberately ignoring his critique, I pinch the pamphlets and stack them on my lap seriously.

MC: CEO Victor, don’t underestimate my act of “gathering materials”. I learn a lot from having fun. As your tour guide, I’ll definitely give you a unique experience.

Victor: Since you’re so confident, have you decided what we’d be doing later?

I lift a pamphlet with the words “Ships of the Desert Experience” and wave it at him.

MC: Of course - we’ll start with a camel ride!

After returning to our lodging in the evening, I take a quick bath before sprawling myself on the huge bed.

MC: So tired...

Since I’m finally at the desert that I’ve been looking forward to visiting, everything is new to me. I pulled Victor along in trying all sorts of attractions. In the end, I’m so fatigued that I can barely move.

While Victor is in the bathroom, I pick up my phone and scroll through the photo album.

The album is filled with candid shots of Victor sitting on a camel, waiting for the motocross, cooking hotpot for me...

Seeing his dead serious expression while surrounded by yellow sand, I can’t help but feel that something’s missing. As such, I tap open the editing software and give him a cartoonish headscarf and moustache.

MC: Hahaha, that’s more like it!

I send these photos to our shared cloud storage album. My phone vibrates, and a notification pops out.

MC: “After the meteor shower last month, the night sky will once again welcome a small-scale meteor shower tomorrow...”

I find myself looking outside the window. The night is heavy, and the Milky Way is glittering.

A month ago, Victor and I had our heads buried in work, and neither of us saw that magnificent meteor shower.

I didn't expect a meteor shower to occur this month, nor how we’d be able to view it from such a clear night sky.

As I sigh secretly in my heart, I hear the bathroom door open. Twisting my head, I wave my phone at the person stepping out.

MC: Victor, I’ve decided on our plans for tomorrow night!

Victor walks over to the bed. While wiping his hair, he leans down to look at my screen.

Victor: Our luck’s pretty good. This is a good observation spot.

MC: I brought camping tools. Shall we head out tomorrow night for the viewing?

Victor: Sure. We’ll find a suitable spot in the daytime.

Very pleased with myself, I’m just about to look through some suggested spots when I realise that the person next to the bed hasn’t moved.

Turning my head to look at him, I meet a familiar pair of disdainful eyes.

Victor: You aren’t that big and yet you occupy so much space on the bed. You’re even stepping on my pillow. Comfortable now?

With a sarcastic chuckle, I quickly curl my leg upwards, planning to flip myself over.

However, in the middle of my turning, the soreness of my back suddenly strikes. With a groan, I plop back to my original position.

MC: I can’t do it. I have a backache and a leg cramp. Could CEO Victor help me out?

Victor: ...your ability to act dumb is truly getting better each day.

With this, I suddenly feel a warmth around my ankle. In the next second, a force drags me in a clockwise direction, shifting me into a horizontal position.

Before I can react, a shadow covers the top of my head, and cold droplets of water pelt onto my back...

MC: Victor, you...

Victor: Where’s the pain?

After a momentary pause, I point at my shoulder.

MC: My shoulders are really sore. My waist is a little sore too.

Victor: Okay.

Before I can comprehend the meaning behind his answer, his warm palm has already pressed itself against my shoulders, massaging them.

After feeling guilty for letting my mind wander for three seconds, I close my eyes and enjoy this “exclusive service”.

Victor: How’s the pressure?

MC: It’s just nice, really comfortable. Victor, your hair isn’t dry yet. I’ll blow it dry for you later.

Victor: Save it. You’re so tired that you can barely move. I don’t wish to get struck by the hair dryer.

MC: Am I that - ACK IT HURTS IT HURTS!

Hearing my yelp, Victor immediately reduces the pressure, massaging my sore areas gently.

Victor: I already told you to have fun in moderation. Your muscles can’t take it.

MC: Hmph... you looked so nervous while riding the motocross earlier. I thought you’d have no energy too. I didn’t expect the experience to be akin to riding a rollercoaster.

Recalling Victor’s messy fringe and pale complexion when he stepped down from the vehicle, I can’t help but chuckle.

Victor: ...likewise. When I heard you exclaiming from fright earlier, I thought you’d have fewer things to say today.

MC: You’re so... Even after eating so many sweet grapes today, your mouth isn’t sweeter at all! Tomorrow, I’ll make a wish to the wishing stars that you won’t be able to outspeak me in the future.

I huff in indignation. However, I don’t hear Victor’s “retaliation”, and the pressure on my body disappears as well.

Moving my body a little, I lift my arm towards the back.

MC: My arm’s still a little sore. Could you massage it for me?

Victor: The service is over. No.

MC: CEO Victor, be a nice person till the end. It’s only one arm...

A soft sigh drifts from behind. Closely after, a pair of arms lift me up, pressing me onto the pillow.

Victor stands next to the bed, tugging the blanket over me.

Victor: Do I spoil you too much? Asking for more service after giving a poor review - good things like that don’t exist.

Despite feeling slightly guilty, I peek my head out from the blanket with false bravado.

MC: T-that’s not what you say when you read Souvenir’s reviews! You have double standards.

Victor: Souvenir is different from a dummy. Of course there are different standards. Lying down properly is the only way for the sore spots to relax.

Without waiting for me to continue, Victor turns the ceiling lights off.

Victor: All right. Enough with your bare fangs and claws. Go to sleep.

He stops me from saying anything else, and I watch as he picks up the hair dryer and walks into the bathroom.

Very soon, a dull whirring sound of the hair dryer drifts to my ears. Exerting myself to face the direction of the bathroom, I can’t help but chuckle in secret.

I heard that it’s really easy to get into conflicts and even fights with travelling companions.

Although Victor is occasionally merciless with his words, we haven’t actually fought over this period of time.

Curling into the blanket, the corners of my lips lift even higher.

Perhaps he truly spoils me too much.

-

By the time I wake up, the hottest time of noon has already passed.

After searching for an appropriate camping site and packing our luggage, we set out according to the GPS.

GPS: Head straight for 800 metres, then turn right at the first intersection.

MC: The weather’s really good, and the sky is so blue that there’s no need for a filter.

Victor: You’ve been taking photographs of the sky so frequently that it can be measured in terms of hours.

MC: There will be more surprises with more photos. Yesterday, I happened to capture a photo of an eagle with outstretched wings!

Victor: I saw the photos you sent to the cloud storage album. Not bad.

GPS: Make a right turn. Head southwest for 1.5km, then head west towards Road No. 89.

MC: The road’s pretty winding.

Victor: It’s still easier to drive as compared to roads in the city.

Just like that, we chat while making progress towards our destination. Even though there are some tourists along the way, the vast desert still seems a little desolated.

Very soon, the homestay and small town are left behind us. The car drives down an empty road.

GPS: You’ve departed from the route, and a new route will be set.

MC: Huh? Aren’t we supposed to head on this road?

Victor decreases the speed of the car slightly. Staring at the map on the GPS, I realise that it’s constantly changing directions.

MC: Is there a problem?

GPS: The signal is weak. Please head to an open area and try again.

MC: Where else could be more open than this...

There isn’t a single person in the space before us. The road is flanked by extensive yellow sand. Victor halts the car at the side.

Victor: Did you bring a hardcopy map?

MC: I only have a map of scenic spots. Is it usable?

Victor: I’ll give it a try. Let’s get out for now.

Fortunately, we picked up a few desert survival techniques as a safety precaution, and wear watches before heading out every day.

MC: “Turn the watch towards the sun, and '0′ will point to the north”... This is north!

Lifting my hand to mark out the direction, Victor looks at the map accordingly.

Victor: We should be in the correct direction, but we took a detour on the highway. We should have turned into a small lane earlier.

MC: Can we still go back now?

Victor: It’s too late. We can only head to the next intersection and see how it goes.

I lean towards Victor and peer at the map. In order to make the scenic spots more obvious, many small lanes have been blurred out on the map.

The scorching sun makes it a little difficult to open my eyes. At this moment, a dark shadow flits across the map.

Victor and I lift our heads spontaneously to look at the sky.

An eagle flies over our heads. Perhaps because this is a place with few people, it’s flying even lower than the eagle I had taken a picture of before.

It’s carrying some food in its beak. Without giving us more than a glance, it flies in one direction steadily.

Victor lifts his hand to block off the sun, staring afar in the direction the eagle is flying to.

Victor: In contrast, it doesn’t get lost.

MC: Without the assistance of technology, it appears I might not be much better than an eagle... 

Victor: This is its territory. It seems to be in a hurry to feed, so it’d naturally rush towards its nest. As for the way - if one person isn’t about to distinguish it, two people can look for it together. It will always be found.

Victor retrieves a pen from my backpack, then marks out an approximate direction.

Victor: Get in. I’ll treat this as accompanying you on an adventure.

Good luck regards us with kindness. After driving down a small lane, we soon find ourselves in the camping site.

A few tents have already been pitched in the camping site, and there’s even a pair of newlyweds taking their wedding photographs.

MC: I wonder if they booked the entire venue...

Victor: I’ll park the car a little further away, then we’ll ask them.

After parking the car, I head over to make conversation with the newlyweds while they are touching up on makeup.

MC: Hello, would the both of you mind if we set up a tent nearby?

Bride: It’s no problem. We’re just here to take some shots, and we're almost done.

The lady wearing a wedding dress glances behind me, then gives me a smile.

Bride: Are the both of you here on your honeymoon?

I’m taken aback for a moment. My face heats up, and I hurriedly wave my hands at her.

MC: [blushing] No no no... we’re just waiting for the meteor shower.

Bride: Oh~ I misunderstood. Let’s watch it together tonight. It’s more meaningful to have people around at such places.

I agree, then return to the car with Victor to pitch the tent. While setting it up, I can’t help but stare at the newlyweds.

It’s a little strange that they selected this desolated place to take photographs. But looking at them from afar, it suddenly clicks.

As compared to the bustling homestay, this desert seems to have nothing. As far as the eye can see, there’s only a boundless sky and yellow sand.

Their figures are especially tiny in this environment, but they are nestled together.

Just as I enter a daze, the tent I’m pinching suddenly folds.

Victor: Don’t get distracted. It’s time to fix it in place.

MC: Oh, okay!

I squat down and start fixing the tent in place. Victor’s voice drifts from the front.

Victor: What were you thinking about earlier?

MC: I suddenly feel that places with absolutely nothing can be pretty romantic too.

Victor: Because of those newlyweds?

MC: Mm, but not entirely because of them. I can understand how it feels after seeing them relying on each other in the vast land.

Before I finish speaking, a strong gust of wind courses past, causing an unfixed corner of the tent to get blown up. 

Victor hurriedly leans over to press it down, and also shields me from the wind.

Victor: What you referred to as romantic isn’t the place, but the person.

MC: Huh?

Victor: Without a certain person by my side, this place would simply be an empty space. I wouldn’t expect much from it. But it’s different now.

The sandstorm halts, and the surroundings return to a state of calm. He takes the nail from my hand, then fixes the tent properly.

Seeing the side of his face, which is as expressionless as before, a sweet sense of satisfaction surges from the depths of my heart.

No matter how huge the world is, being with a special person will shrink it to the space of mingling breaths.

-

The temperature dips very quickly in the evening. We take out a blanket and the snacks we had prepared earlier, preparing to conserve our energy.

After a short while, I spot the newlyweds walking towards us with a wine pot.

Bride: Sorry to bother the both of you. Want to try the mulled wine we brewed? It gets really cold at night, so drinking it warm will make you a little more comfortable.

MC: Thanks!

Scooting to the side, I invite them to sit down with us. Then, I lift up the box of snacks.

MC: The expert next to me made these snacks himself. Let’s eat them together!

Bride: Wow, these look so exquisite... This little brother looks like a businessman, so I didn’t expect his culinary skills to be this good!

MC: Whatever he makes is delicious!

Perhaps seeing the unnatural expression on Victor’s face, the groom smiles while changing the topic.

Groom: Are the both of you here for a holiday?

Victor: Mm, we drove here from Loveland City.

The two people before us look at each other in slight shock.

Groom: So you’re from Loveland City. What a coincidence! We’re locals here, but we plan to move to Loveland City, which is why we thought of bidding farewell to our hometown.

MC: Hahaha it’s truly a coincidence. Meanwhile, we’re the opposite - we want to “flee” from the city.

Bride: I guess this reflects the so-called saying, “Travelling is going from a place you’re sick of to a place someone else is sick of”! In that case, where  do the both of you plan to go next?

Victor: We haven’t decided. If she likes this place, we’d stay for a few more days.

While Victor speaks, he subconsciously rubs the back of my hand. Feeling a little embarrassed, I lower my head and nip the rim of the wine cup.

Bride: It’s clear at a glance that the two of you share a really good relationship, completely unaffected by such long trips. Oh yes, since we have an affinity with each other, here’s a little gift!

The lady retrieves a small bouquet of flowers from her canvas bag. It’s uncommon to see flowers of such colours and sizes.

Seeing the way I’m eyeing it curiously, the lady chuckles while explaining.

Bride: These flowers are a specialty in our hometown. We don’t know when we’d return, so I wanted to keep these as well-wishes from our hometown, sending us faraway smoothly.

MC: This is such an important gift. Can I really keep it?

Bride: Of course. Sharing good luck with people we have an affinity with is a good thing.

MC: In that case, I hope we’ll have the affinity to meet again in Loveland City.

Groom: Let’s raise our glasses. May our respective journeys go smoothly and happily.

Tugging on Victor, we raise our wine cups. A warm and crisp sound rings in the tranquil night.

As the night grows darker, we return to our tent and set up a fire, waiting for the meteor shower to arrive.

The heat from the tongues of flames sting my eyes slightly. Turning to the side, I lean on Victor’s shoulder, closing my eyes while talking to him.

MC: We went to the beach, the mountain, an ancient town, and even the desert. It feels like we ate different cuisines every day, and the weather changed so quickly. This is the first time we’ve been to so many places at one go, isn’t it?

Victor: Yes. But having such a greedy plan has always been your usual style.

I chuckle, then shift a little closer to him.

MC: Despite the way I am now, I used to be scared when in foreign environments. When I first took over the company and went on business trips on my own, I was so nervous that I couldn't sleep.

Victor: You aren’t afraid now?

MC: With you around now, I find myself unable to sleep because of the anticipation. With someone to rely on, there’s nothing to fear even when I’m in a faraway place.

The image of the newlyweds having their arms locked with each other surfaces in my mind again, and a secret smile lifts the corners of my lips.

MC: In hindsight, it does seem a little mischievous. I keep pulling you around everywhere, and often mess up your plans.

The person behind me stirs slightly, freeing his hand and drawing me into his arms.

Victor: The point was to escape from a familiar environment. Being a little more carefree is a good thing. Even though we don’t have proper plans during our trips, they end up leaving deep impressions.

The curtain of night surrounds us. Aside from the crackling of burning wood, nothing else can be heard.

Although happiness is about to overflow from my heart, I can't help but want to tease him.

MC: Did you have deep impressions because you had too much fun, or because you were with me?

Victor: ...what are you up to this time?

MC: This should be an easy question for CEO Victor. Just satisfy the vanity of my heart, okay?

I lift my head, waiting for his response with a look of anticipation.

Victor: ...dummy. Because I’m with a certain someone, trips are more interesting than what I can imagine. That’s why they leave deep impressions. Are you satisfied with this answer?

MC: Satisfied, satisfied! This answer gets full marks! If you want to go on a trip next time, could you prioritise considering me as your companion?

Victor: There’s someone I’ve considered. And there’s only one person. I hope this person can be aware of this and take responsibility till the end.

MC: I’ll accept your request then!

The evening breeze whips up a few grains of sand. I hug his arm, burrowing further in.

The sandstorm leaves me instantly, and all that’s left is the sound of powerful heartbeats at my ear.

I know that the star-studded night sky must look very beautiful, and that the bonfire in the dark desert is reminiscent of a cluster of ardent flowers.

But I’m not in a hurry to take photographs. I simply wish to snuggle with him quietly, waiting for the universe to bestow upon us a romantic favour.

After an unknown amount of time, Victor pats me gently.

Victor: It’s almost time. Open your eyes.

Lifting my head, I blink as the twinkling Milky Way gradually unfolds in the sky.

I stare in concentration at the spaces between the starlight. After a moment, I suddenly spot an extremely small ray.

MC: Victor, look! I think it’s starting!

Victor: I see it.

Right after he says this, a few bright streaks appear in the sky.

Victor: I recall someone mentioning last night that she was going to report me to the shooting stars.

MC: ...CEO Victor, why do you bear grudges!

Victor: I’m just reminding you not to miss this chance to make a wish.

Turning my head to glance at him, I relax my body, using his shoulder as a cushion.

MC: I won’t be making a wish this time. I always make similar wishes. I’m guessing the shooting stars must have grown tired of them. Also... the answer to my wishes has always been by my side.

I nuzzle against the crook of his neck, and Victor leans his head against mine.

Victor: Have you decided on our next stop?

MC: Mm... nope. There are too many places I want to visit. It’s so difficult to pick.

Victor: Take your time. All you have to remember is to fill up the fuel tank. When the both of us are together, we can go anywhere.

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