#propsal prompts

[alittletoosmarttobestraight]

Send an emoji for a short prompt.

❤️ - “I love you.”

❤️‍🔥 - Night of passion.

❤️‍🩹 - Mending a broken heart.

🌹 - Giving/receiving flowers.

🌸 - First date.

💍- Propsal

🌕 - Under the moon.

🍒 - Seduction.

🍑 - Body worship.

🍆 - Kinky.

🥂 - Anniversary.

🎁 - Surprise gift.

💌 - Love letters.

#Ask games #valentine’s day

[ghostofafruit]

Quick! Riverrose fans assemble!! For one of my prompt fics I'm doing riverrose and part of me really wants to make it a propsal fic

#riverrose #rairpair #river song #rose tyler #fanfic #poll #river/rose #rose/river #rose x river #river x rose

[idabbleincrazy]

Need to get some more Spangel fluff in my life, so send me some ideas! And, hot chocolate with those lil marshmallows if you can match one of these with a prompt from this post.

*note: i do have a wip for the propsal square already.

[fangirlingpuggle]

Jonmartin fic prompt, of proposal via statement. Martin gives Jon a written statement that’s all just about his POV of everything they’ve been through how much he loves him and it ends in a proposal. Jon comes back to himself after the proposal and looks and Martins on one knee with a ring.

#jonmartin #jon x martin #jon sims #martin blackwood #fic prompt #fic prompts #fluff #fic idea #fluff to counteract angst #statement with propsal #tma #the magnus archives #magnus archives #magnuspod

[honestgrins]

Polin + family reactions to their engagement. (Or if you prefer, Klaroline with the same prompt, whichever ship you feel more in the mood for)

Anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic where Colin announces his very sudden (they better keep the propsal as is i swear) engagement to Penelope to his family

The scene with the Featheringtons in the book is so good, but i feel we were robbed of some really flabbergasted reactions from the Bridgertons (especially Violet) that Colin is indeed engaged. (If you want to use show canon, comparing it to his proposal to Marina would be interesting especially since both are rather sudden)

Please forgive me for combining these two delightful prompts!

Having said his goodbyes to the Featheringtons, with a promise to call on Penelope the next day, Colin stepped onto the street with a new understanding of his place in the world. He had proposed marriage. After thirty-three aimless years on this earth, he was going to be a husband.

He was going to be Penelope's husband, a thought that gave him no small amount of pride now that she had officially accepted. Well, he still had some arrangements to make for the 'official' part, he supposed.

Turning right, he made his way to Bridgerton House. Though his mother certainly deserved to know all her machinations had finally reached a result, Number 5 would have to wait for the viscount's blessing.

Not that he was the one who would execute all the necessary bits. "Kate," he called, informal as ever upon entering his former home. The staff met him with a tired wave and an assurance of refreshments. "Is the viscountess in?"

"No, but your brother is." Anthony's dry voice was soon followed by his person, coming down the stairs with little Charlotte in his arms.

Oh, Colin might have swooned. There would be children, too.

Anthony frowned. "Are you quite well? It's not like you to visit outside a proper meal."

"I'm getting married."

The frown deepened, and then, "Come on, right to the kitchen with you. You're clearly faint with hunger."

Snatching his niece to keep his temper, Colin bounced them both. "I tell you I'm getting married, and-"

"It's Penelope, isn't it?!"

"Mama!"

Kate rushed in, wrapping both Colin and Charlotte in a hug. "Tell me it's Penelope," she insisted, her smile encouraging and threatening.

He dropped to kiss to Charlotte's head, then his sister-in-law's cheek, full of love for his brother for bringing them into their lives. "It's Penelope."

"Honestly, it's about time. Another month and I would have lost the wager." Leaning around him, Kate pinned Anthony with a most charming sneer. "You owe me ten pounds."

Colin blinked. "Is this what marriage is?"

Fondly exasperated, Anthony reclaimed his daughter and pinched his wife's waist. "If you're lucky. Congratulations, brother, you chose well. We can go over the details whenever you'd like."

Biting her lip, Kate leaned in. "Have you told your mother?"

"I believe Daff is visiting this afternoon," Anthony offered, "which means you can tell them both, along with Eloise and Hyacinth."

Again, Colin blinked. "I...may need reinforcements.

Prompt me!

#polin #feeling bubbly #1jemmagirl22 #anon anon #thanks for the prompts! #it's not the whole family to keep it manageable #but they're all thrilled and like colin better for it

[bldreamer]

I Do | MorkSun

Dark Blue Kiss : MorkSun

Summary: Mork proposes. Based on THIS prompt from @anon. Genre: Fluff. Warnings: None?

A/N: I’m so sorry anon this isn’t really what you asked for and it’s so short, but it’s a proposal at least? @kdramama thank you as always x

They’re at Pete and Kao’s wedding reception. Which is basically a glorified overcrowded pool party at Pete’s father’s house with a catered BBQ, expensive alcohol and one too many pool floats.

Mork is sat with a beer in his hand, linen trousers rolled up to his knees and his feet dipped into the water. Sun is talking with some of their friends near the buffet table on the other side of the yard. Mork hasn’t seen him in a while because Sun is good at mingling and Mork isn’t.

Occasionally he turns over his shoulder to smile, whenever he does it takes Mork’s breath away. The setting sun haloed behind him. Shirt damp from sweat and clinging to his skin. Dark hair wispy and curling at the nape of his neck.

I’m always going to love you, Mork thinks to himself, sipping his beer.

It’s probably tacky to propose on someone else’s big day. But Mork doesn’t plan to make his declaration public by any stretch of the imagination so he figures it’s probably okay.

He drains the rest of his beer, Sun will nag him later for being drunk but a little liquid courage never hurt anyone.

“Excuse me?” Mork says when his bottle is empty, catching the attention of a nearby waiter.

“Yes, sir?”

Mork points to the pad on his tray. “Could I borrow a pen and paper?”

The guy smiles politely, “Of course,” he says, handing Mork his pad and a pen from his chest pocket in return.

Mork scribbles a brief note on the first page and rips it off to fold in half. It’s nothing poetic, nothing moving, nothing even vaguely romantic. 

“Could you pass this, to the guy with the blue shirt and dark hair, over by the table?” Mork hands the waiter the note and points to Sun who has his back to him.

“The one with the brown loafers?”

Mork nods. “That’s him.”

“Of course.” The waiter takes back his pad and places the note in the center of his silver tray. “And can I get you another drink?”

Mork looks down at his empty bottle. He doesn’t feel like giving the waiter another task on top of a fucking propsal so he politely declines. “No, thank you.”

Mork watches him walk around the pool towards the group stood by the buffet. The waiter taps Sun on the shoulder and he turns with a bright smile. They mutter a few unintelligible words to each other and Mork pretends he’s not looking when they glance over at him.

He should be nervous but he’s not. He no longer clams up whenever Sun whispers forever in his ear in the dark while they’re tangled in the sheets. He doesn’t feel like he’s suffocating whenever he catches Sun staring at customers engagement rings. The thought of spending a lifetime with Sun doesn’t faze him like it used to.

Some fancy psychologist would probably link his fear of commitment with his father's death and the events thereafter. His mother married the first person that looked at her twice after her first husband died. A person who would go on to  treat his step son like garbage and throw him out a house that wasn’t even his ten years later.

It’s taken Sun years to wipe clean his ugly cynical views of the world but Mork is grateful for his stubbornness and his care. He’s a better man for it. And he’ll do everything in his power to be the man Sun deserves for the rest of their lives.

He probably should have said this in his note but he’s always going to be terrible with words. Sun could battle with him for a lifetime and that still wouldn’t change.

“Excuse me, sir?” a voice calls from above.

Mork squints, it’s the waiter holding out the note, now folded a second time.

He takes it and opens it up.

-Feel like getting married some time?

M.

-I do.

S x

#morksun #sunmork #dark blue kiss #darkbluekiss #podd suphakorn #poddfluke #fluke gawin #my writing

[thefangirlingdead]

If you’re still taking Klave prompts then...what about a propsal a fic cause I be soft for that kind in content??! (Also you’re setting is BEAUTIFULLLLL and such a gift 💕)

FUCK, ANON. This destroyed me. I meant for this to be super sweet and short and it ended up being super fucking long and tooth-rotting cute. I hope you enjoy. 

(I also posted it on my AO3 because why not)

Downtime in the midst of a war, even if just for a few minutes is a gift. It doesn’t happen frequently, but when it does, it finds soldiers slipping into comfortable habits even though they know it’ll be short lived. During downtime, most of them can be found outside smoking or huddled in a tent playing poker, chatting and reminiscing, telling funny stories or weaving tales from back home. Tonight in particular is no different, and that’s how the question comes up, uttered by one of the fresh-faced privates who arrived just a couple of months after Klaus:

“What are you going to do when you get home?”

At first, nobody answers, and the question hangs heavy in the air because honestly, all of them have seen too much in the past few weeks and months to even think about such a question. They all know that their chances of returning home without any life altering scars (physically ormentally), let alone returning home at all are slim to fucking none. So for a split second, it’s silent among the men in the tent, all of them too afraid to say anything, afraid to hold on to the hope that they’ll make it out of here alive and afraid to tell the new guy that he probably won’t, either.

That is, until Klaus Hargreeves speaks up.

“I don’t know about you guys, but I’m planning on getting so fucked up that I can’t walk straight.”

And just like that, the tension breaks. A few soldiers chuckle while another one - Anderson, who is always quick to give Klaus shit - teases, “How is that any different than now, Hargreeves?”

“Touché,” Klaus calls, pointing at Anderson from across the circle with his cards, uncaring if anyone sees his hand, “But I’ll have you know, that I can walk just fine right now, thankyouverymuch.”

“You know what I mean,” Anderson taunts back, which earns a chuckle from Klaus.

“Oh Mike, you think you’ve seen me fucked up, but you’ve got no idea, darling,” Klaus teases in response. Although the pet names didn’t sit well with the other soldiers for the first month or so - they were in the 60’s, after all - Klaus uses them so much and with everyone, that they really don’t phase anyone anymore.

“Come on,” Klaus pushes then, “What about the rest of you? Don’t lie and tell me that you’re not daydreaming of going home, eating a nice home-cooked meal from your momma and settling down with your high school sweetheart to have three-point-five kids and a golden retriever.”

“I just really want to finish college,” Romero, another one of the younger privates pipes up at last, offering a shrug when all eyes dart to him instead of Klaus. “I wanted to be a teacher.”

“The home-cooked meal sounds nice,” Carmichael adds with a smile. His comment in particular earns a few teasing remarks from the men sitting around the circle - even Dave gets a couple of jabs in - but eventually, they all end up agreeing that yeah, even shitty diner food sounds pretty damn good right now.

Across the room, even Corporal Barnett chimes in at one point, muttering out, “The first thing I’m going to do when I get home is marry my girl,” which earns a few nods of agreement from his fellow soldiers. And that’s how, within just a few minutes, the poker game quickly goes forgotten in favor of soldiers sitting around in the tent, telling stories of back home and sharing their hopes and dreams for when they finally make it out of this hellhole.

And Klaus knows deep down, than most of them probably won’t make it back, but it doesn’t hurt to hold on to a little bit of hope, right? He almost nudges Dave with his elbow at that thought to ask him what his plans are, but as he turns to his right, Klaus notices, with a pang in his chest, that Dave is no longer sitting next to him. In fact, he isn’t even in the tent anymore.

It takes a little bit of searching, once Klaus manages to find a way to slip out unnoticed as well, but eventually, he finds Dave sitting alone on the edge of camp, barely illuminated by dim lights and accented by the cherry of his cigarette and a thin swirl of smoke that curls up over his head and disappears into the night. In a weird way, this has kind of become a routine for them, sneaking away from the others like this to have just a few moments alone. So when Klaus plops down next to Dave in the dirt, an unlit joint in one hand and a flask in the other, he knows that the other man is expecting him.

“So what’s your plan?” Klaus asks in lieu of a greeting, fishing a lighter out from the breast pocket of his jacket.

Dave turns to glance at Klaus in the dim light, offering him a small, albeit confused smile. He was definitely expecting Klaus, but judging by his reaction, he wasn’t anticipating his question. “What do you mean?”

Klaus uses his lighter to motion back to camp. “In there, everyone was talking about their plan once they get out of here,” he mutters around the joint, waving the lighter in the air as he talks, “You didn’t say what yours  is. So, indulge me, mi amor.”

Dave can’t help but chuckle at Klaus’ mannerisms and his fond pet name. “You noticed that…”

“I did.” Klaus pauses to light the joint, taking a long hit and holding the smoke in his lungs just long enough for it to begin to burn slightly before exhaling. Then, he leans in a little, enough to bump his shoulder against Dave’s. “So…”

“So…” Dave echoes, and Klaus can tell that he’s stalling, that he’s trying to figure out what to say, so he gives him a little leeway. He offers Dave the joint, which Dave accepts without question, taking a hit himself before finally speaking.

“I’m not sure, actually,” Dave admits at last. “I mean… as you know, I had just moved back in with my parents before I was drafted, so I - well, I would like to do some traveling, but -”

“No buts,” Klaus interrupts. He reaches for the joint, which Dave hands over, before continuing, “In a perfect world, would would you want to do, when you get home?”

Klaus is careful to say when. Not if. No, Dave will be going home. There is no if.

“In a perfect world?” Dave repeats, and Klaus simply nods in response. And Dave actually seems to think about it for a few quiet moments before answering, giving Klaus a chance to take another drag, exhaling upwards into the night sky, relishing in the feeling of his body relaxing with each hit.

“I want to move somewhere new,” Dave says at last, his voice soft and wistful. Far away. He gazes off into the night as he speaks, “Somewhere I’ve never been… far away from my hometown. Maybe, somewhere secluded with some land where we could just be.”

We.

The implication of the word isn’t lost on Klaus. In fact, he latches onto the word almost as soon as it leaves Dave’s lips, but before he can interject, Dave is continuing, as if he didn’t just drop a fucking bomb into the conversation.

“I mean, I suppose in a perfect world, it wouldn’t matter where we are, but I think somewhere quiet would be nice,” he muses, “Somewhere away from the city, but close enough if you wanted to have a night on the town, you know?”

Dave turns to look at Klaus then, and Klaus’ voice catches in his throat at the sight. He can’t find the words to say, and even if he could, he’s pretty sure he couldn’t speak right now if he wanted to. Instead, he just holds his joint tightly between his index finger and his thumb, staring at Dave with wide eyes.

When Dave just looks at him expectantly, though, as if anticipating a response, Klaus croaks out, “We?”

Dave smiles in response, and fuck, his smile is enough to bring Klaus to his knees, to light up a room, to melt his heart. It’s such a simple little thing, but it brings Klaus’ world crashing down around him and also makes him feel fucking invincible.

“Yeah, we,” Dave murmurs. “I mean… you said in a perfect world and well, in a perfect world, I’d want to build a home and start a life with the person I love.”

And god, Klaus is usually so good at masking his emotions, at appearing flippant and blasé about everything and hiding behind humor and crassness, but Dave’s words are so unexpected and disarming that they catch him off guard. Klaus has no control of his mouth when he simply just repeats, numb, “The person you love.”

Unfortunately, Klaus’ shock seems to give Dave the wrong idea and almost immediately, he begins to backpedal, his face falling. “Well, I mean, shit,Klaus. We haven’t really talked about it - what this is but, I mean… I thought it was obvious.”

I thought it was obvious. The words hit Klaus like a truck.

“That you love me,” Klaus mutters, his own voice sounding very far away in his own ears.

Klaus is no stranger to those words, but, well… he isn’t really used to people meaning them. Not like Dave appears to mean them right now. Sure, others have uttered those words to Klaus before, but never in the way that Dave says them.  They were gasped in moments of passion, or exclaimed when Klaus decided to be generous and share whatever he managed to score with an acquaintance at a party, or even muttered when he did a favor for one of his siblings when they were kids… but never like this.

Now, sitting here next to Dave, Klaus knows that this is different.

Dave clears his throat. “I do,” he says very matter-of-factly, but is quick to add, “But if you don’t feel the same way, it’s okay. I know it was forward of me to assume, and we haven’t even properly discussed what this is and -”

“I would like that,” Klaus says at last, his voice quiet when he interrupts Dave, before he can finish his thought. He really doesn’t know what else to say, and it’s shitty and awkward, but it’s a start.

Klaus takes a long drag of his joint to mask his nerves and give himself a moment to think while Dave struggles to catch up.

“You… you would?” Dave asks after a beat of silence, as if he can’t believe it.

“Yeah,” Klaus mutters, shrugging. “You know… a little house in the woods, maybe a couple of pets. A quiet life. It would be a nice change of pace.”

Dave swallows then, shifting to face Klaus a little better. Somehow, the conversation has turned into something much more than just daydreams, and it requires much more attention than they were previously giving it. “Well, if we make it out of here, I’ll make good on that, then,” he says at last, “If that’s what you want.”

And Klaus, never one to avoid humor in serious situations, mock gasps at Dave, a hand on his chest. “Davey, are you trying to make an honest man out of me?”

Apparently, it’s just what the doctor ordered. Dave laughs at that, the tension bleeding out of him. ��Yeah, I think I am,” he mutters, and then, he’s reaching forward, his hand finding its place at the back of Klaus’ neck before they’re kissing. It’s nothing over-indulgent, just a brief press of lips in the dark, hyper aware of their peers not far from them, but it’s much needed.

When they part, Klaus grins up at Dave, his eyes glinting, even in the dim light. “I hope you know that when we get married, it’s going to be the wedding of the century.”

51 years, 7 months and 13 days later

Eventually, Dave makes good on his promise to Klaus. Although it happens about fifty years after he initially planned it - after he is catapulted into the future and forced to save the world alongside Klaus and his superpowered siblings - he makes good on his plan to move somewhere far away and secluded and start a life with the person he loves. He makes good on that promise to make an honest man out of Klaus Hargreeves, even though just the idea of it sounds like taming a wild animal.

It isn’t necessarily a small little house in the woods like they had initially discussed, but it is a secluded, modest place just a few hours outside of the city, their closest neighbor about a mile down the road. They find the place and move in almost a year after they save the world - a year after Klaus brings him to the future - and it’s everything that Dave wanted and then some. Granted, he never knew that he wanted to travel into to future to be with the man he loves, but he’s not surprised. There was always something special about Klaus, something that Dave knew that he’d follow him to the ends of the earth for.

Although, there was another part to that promise that Dave hasn’t addressed. It was unspoken, really, but he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since Klaus mentioned it only six months into knowing one another, six months into their time in Vietnam together.

When we get married, it’s going to be the wedding of the century.

Dave was certain that it was just a pipe dream back then, just wishful thinking, in a perfect world , but then suddenly, it’s 2020 and he’s buying a little house upstate with Klaus, and that little dream, that comment that Klaus made just a couple of years ago - or over 50 years ago, depending on how you look at it - seems a lot more realistic. It’s 2020, and Dave still has a hard time believing that gay marriage is legal. In fact, it takes Klaus dragging him to pride that first summer to truly convince him and show him just how much has changed.

Honestly, Dave has been planning on asking Klaus to marry him for a while, but it’s a lot easier said than done. Sure, he could just get down on one knee after a romantic night out, or maybe on their anniversary (Klaus loves the strange looks that he gets when he brags that they’ve been together for over fifty years) but that doesn’t seem good enough. No, Dave knows that Klaus is a man of grand gestures and has a flair for the dramatic, so he wants to do something big, something really nice for him, but he just doesn’t know what. And that’s why he’s in his current predicament.

He’d ask Ben, but Klaus can only manifest him when he’s nearby, and he can’t really have a conversation with Ben about how to ask Klaus to marry him  when Klaus is present. So he buys the rings fifty-one years, five months and two days after he makes that promise to Klaus in Vietnam, but he sits on them for over two months, unsure of how to bring it up, what to do or how to say it.

And then, one morning, it just hits him.

Klaus is a hard man to predict. Some mornings, he’s up at the crack of dawn, banging pots and pans around in the kitchen, making breakfast without being prompted and bringing it to Dave where he lays in bed, crawling over him and kissing him sweetly until he finally wakes. And others, he’s impossible to wake and honestly rather grouchy when he finally drags himself out from under the covers. Dave thinks that those days, he wouldn’t even get up if the house was on fire.

And then some mornings, Klaus opts to lounge in bed, pulling Dave close so he can’t get up, insisting sweetly, “just five more minutes,” which turns into another hour of drifting in and out of sleep, cuddling and eventually, sleepy kisses that devolve into sighs of pleasure, tangled limbs and Klaus proclaiming that morning sex just might be his favorite kind of sex.

This morning in particular is shaping up to be one of those mornings.

It’s a lazy Sunday and Dave wakes at around ten in the morning, but Klaus is quick to pull him close before he can even think about climbing out of bed, sleepily whining something about wanting to spend all day in bed along with, “just stay for a few more minutes.” But of course, a few minutes quickly turns into half an hour, which turns into Klaus peppering sleepy kisses on Dave’s lips, fingers running gently through his hair, and honestly, who would Dave be to stop him?

However eventually, soft kisses eventually turn into more solid presses of lips, which turn into teeth and tongue and Klaus sighing softly into Dave’s mouth, body rocking gently against his in bed. And that eventually turns into Klaus shifting to straddle Dave’s hips, Dave’s hands sturdy on his thighs, palms sliding up and down exposed skin, fingers hooking  under the waistband of his ridiculously bright underwear. And god, Klaus is going to be the death of him, but Dave is never one to deny him, especially when he’s got Klaus’ lithe body pressed up against his own, the sweet little noises working their way out of his throat and -

And suddenly, Dave’s thoughts are cut short when Klaus sits up abruptly, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Fuck, I wanna ride you,” Klaus mutters in a form of explanation as he shifts, moving to pull his underwear off, but surprisingly, Dave’s thoughts aren’t focused on the dirty words leaving Klaus’ lips, nor the way his body moves beneath his hands or even the arousal pooling in his own stomach.

No, instead, he can’t focus on anything but the way that the sheets drape around Klaus’ strong shoulders and the way late morning light paints stripes across his fair skin through the blinds. He can’t focus on anything but the way that Klaus’ green eyes shine when he looks down at him, and the sleepy, easy smile that finds its way onto his face when he catches Dave staring. And suddenly, it just hits Dave.

Holy shit, he wants to marry this man.

Klaus moves to shimmy out of his underwear, but Dave stops him with a hand on his waist. “Klaus wait -”

Klaus pouts slightly at Dave’s gentle request, but to his defense, he doesn’t move. “Aww come on, this was just about to get good,” he begins to protest, but when he spies the serious, concentrated look on Dave’s face, he steels himself, asking, “What is it?”

And fuck . All words are lost on Dave. He doesn’t know how to ask or what to say, but he knows in his heart that he needs to do this right now. It isn’t a grand gesture, but it’s perfect.

So, after a deep breath and a quick internal pep-talk, Dave closes his eyes and says softly, “I want to marry you.”

When he opens his eyes again, it’s to find Klaus smiling down at him, his emerald eyes filled with love and - a little bit of surprise. He sits up a little straighter, the sheets slipping off of his shoulders and pooling around his waist, and Dave follows suit, propping himself up on his hands so that he’s almost eye-level with the man in his lap.

Klaus reaches forward then, placing his hand gently on Dave’s cheek. “Dave,” he murmurs sweetly, then, “Davey…”

But before Klaus can say anything else sweet or teasing or derail the conversation, Dave continues, “I’m serious, Klaus. I - you know that conversation we had, a few years ago about… you know, perfect worlds and what I’d want to do when I got home and -”

“Yeah,” Klaus cuts him off, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, that included spending the rest of my life with the person that I love. And that’s you,” Dave explains. “So, will you marry me?”

And, for the first time in his life, even if it’s just for a few seconds, Klaus is rendered speechless. He gapes for a moment, staring at Dave as if he can’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth before he seems to come back to himself, a small smile spreading across his face. “Aren’t you supposed to get down on one knee?” he asks softly.

“You’ve never been a conventional person,” Dave teases gently, “Why start now?”

“And rings,” Klaus continues, “Aren’t you supposed to have a ring?”

“Bedside table,” Dave offers with a smile, “There’s a little box in there, hiding under some papers. I’ve been waiting until the time was right and -”

“You decided that the time was right when we were just about to fuck?” Klaus asks incredulously, but his grin only widens as he speaks. He’s certainly not bothered by it, and only seconds later, he’s leaning over, knees still bracketing Dave’s hips as he pulls the drawer open and rummages around until his fingers find the small, velvet box. Dave can tell when he finds it by the way he pauses, eyes going unfocused for just a split second, and just like that, the mask drops.

Sure, he loves Klaus’ sense of humor and his ability to make light of any situation, but he also loves him like this: emotional and vulnerable and open.

Drawing the box out of the drawer, Klaus hesitates for only a moment, his eyes darting to Dave’s face as if for permission before he opens it, his jaw dropping slightly at the sight, as if he doesn’t quite believe it.

Dave smiles, and it’s this gentle, hesitant thing. Klaus certainly looks happy, but he also hasn’t said anything since he laid eyes on the rings, and Dave can’t stop himself before he’s saying, “I know it’s not some grand gesture, and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind a big musical number or a few wardrobe changes or -”

“It’s perfect,” Klaus mutters, his voice barely loud enough to hear. And when he looks up at Dave again, his eyes look wet, as if they’re brimming with tears. “You’re perfect. Shit, I love you Dave.”

“So, is that a yes?” Dave asks, a teasing hint to his voice, and just like that, the moment breaks. When Klaus laughs, a few tears escape his eyes, trickling down his cheeks and landing on Dave’s chest, but they’re happy tears. They’re yes tears.

“Yeah,” Klaus murmurs, nodding his head frantically, “Yes, yes. Jesus, Dave, of course.”

Before Dave can say anything else Klaus is leaning down, the velvet box set aside in the sheets, and taking Dave’s face in his hands, pressing a wet, passionate kiss to his lips. The kiss doesn’t last long, though, quickly evolving into gentle pecks, relieved laughter and words of adoration. Before long, Klaus is wrapping his arms around Dave’s shoulders, burying his face in his neck, and Dave can practically feel his smile, burned into his skin for all of eternity, like a tattoo on his heart.

Then, Klaus is laughing against him, and before Dave has the chance to ask what’s so funny, he’s muttering against his skin, “I don’t know whatpossessed you to propose in the middle of morning sex, but this is the best cockblock ever.”

And god, he loves the ridiculous man in his lap. He’s loved him since the moment he laid eyes on him. He has loved him for what feels like a lifetime and then some, and now, he’s going to marry him.

“I love you, Klaus,” he murmurs at last, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, and Klaus only squeezes him tighter.

“I love you too,” he replies quickly, god, Dave thinks, they’ve come a long way since that night in Vietnam.

#Klave #Klaus/Dave #Klaus Hargreeves #Dave Katz #The Umbrella Academy #asks #answers #prompts #My writing

[ao3feedphan]

Good Morning Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QrJsmk

by yikesola

The first thing Phil’s eyes attempt to focus on after waking up in Kyoto is the black band around his left ring finger. A ficlet about metal and focus.

Words: 351, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of tumblr dialogue/kiss prompts

Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Additional Tags: 2019, Established Relationship, japhan 2.0, propsal fic, Kinda

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QrJsmk

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #phan

[eddieeatsass]

ok but like a hanzier propsal fic please? i just need one in my life and im really going down cause i can't find any. ( also smut in it if you're feeling generous hehe )

I’m sorry it took longer than expected to get this to you, life got in the way! But I had so much fun writing this, thank you for the prompt.

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Richie and Mike were an anomaly. A peculiar match that shocked everyone as much as it shocked them themselves. They moved as a unit, despite being so vastly different in all other capacities. Their love is what stitched them together, made them immovable, a constant in everyone’s lives.

They’d gotten together at an early age, the pull between them impossible to ignore. While the rest of the Losers were exploring their hearts, Mike and Richie spent their nights curled up together in the fields at Mike’s farm, watching the stars and making wishes on the ones that shot by.

So, it wasn’t a surprise to anyone when they got engaged. Everyone has seen it coming from a mile away. At 25, the pair had been together for nearly 9 years, a decade approaching at light speed to wrap up their adoration for each other in a pretty little bow.

They’d been talking about marriage since they were teenagers, young and naive to the realities of the world outside of high school. They’d thought they could get hitched as soon as they were out of school, settle down in a big house with three dogs, and call it a day. Unfortunately, life had other plans. Finances and secondary education snuck up on them quickly, pulling the wool off their eyes and exposing sensitive nerves to adult life. They adapted, but not without having to make some adjustments to their original plan. A big house became a small off-campus apartment, which they had to share with Stan and Bill just to make rent. Three dogs became one goldfish, which Richie adamantly insisted they name “Spot”. And getting married got put on the back burner, a dream for another time. A time when they weren’t buried in student loans, homework, and minimum wage jobs.

While it wasn’t a surprise to anyone that they got engaged, how they got engaged was a story in itself.

Mike had always been the level-headed part of the twosome, balancing out Richie’s grand imagination and impulsive nature. So, when he decided he wanted to propose, he had to start thinking like his boyfriend. A proposal to Richie couldn’t simply be “level-headed”, it had to match how wild and loud and full of life he was. Mike had mulled over ideas for weeks until he finally admitted he needed to recruit some help, so he went to the only other person who knew Richie as well as he did: Beverly Marsh.

Beverly was, of course, ecstatic to hear that Mike planned on proposing. But she also wasn’t shy to tell him how much his ideas sucked. A walk along the beach, a boat ride, a nature walk; they were all sweet gestures, but they weren’t as memorable as Mike wanted them to be.

Finally, after another week of discreetly texting one another, Beverly and Mike came up with a plan, and a month later he was putting it into action.

It was the 10th of July, the day that Richie had officially asked Mike to be his boyfriend all those years ago. Mike planned a weekend trip for them to visit Derry, catch up with their parents and see how much the town had changed since they’d left. Neither of them had enjoyed living there when they’d been kids but going back had a nostalgic draw that made it seem sentimental. It hadn’t been all bad; long days freckling under the sun at the Quarry, making Eddie squirm as they trudged through the mucky waters of the Barrens, muffled giggles into old books as they tried to hide from Ms. Sally’s shushing at the town’s library. And of course, it’s where they met each other. Where they fell in love.

They’d spent the earlier part of the day at the Tozier residence, visiting with Maggie and Went over brunch. Now, they were at the tail-end of dinner with the Hanlons. Will and Jessica were clearing the table when Jessica spoke up.

“Do you two have somewhere to stay tonight?”

“We were just going to grab a room at the motel down the road-” Richie began to say, before Jessica interrupted him with her tutting.

“Nonsense! Why spend money when you can stay here?”

Mike and Richie exchanged a bashful look, knowing that staying in Mike’s childhood room together with his parents right next door might not be… ideal.

Will chuckled, as if reading their minds. “We’re going out tonight, won’t be back ‘till tomorrow afternoon. We’re going swing dancing in Old Town! We’ll be staying with your aunt Mary overnight.”

Mike’s tense shoulders relaxed at the news that they’d have the house all to themselves for the night. It would make his plan go that much smoother.

Jessica brought out dessert, which Richie devoured in record time, and then they were heading out, leaving Richie and Mike to their own devices.

As Richie set off to shower, Mike checked his watch for the umpteenth time that evening, watching the time closely to make sure he followed his schedule down to the minute. Richie’s shower made them a smidge late, but Mike schooled his features to hide his worry so Richie wouldn’t suspect anything.

“Heya hot stuff.” Mike greeted Richie as he strolled out of the bathroom with steam billowing behind him. He had one towel loosely thrown around his hips and was ruffling up his hair with another. Mike got up from his perch on his bed and strolled towards Richie, meeting him in the middle of the room. He grabbed Richie by the hips and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“Mmm, hi.” Richie whispered against Mike’s lips, a smile curling under the attention.

With a second kiss to Richie’s forehead, Mike pulled himself away.

“So, I was thinking maybe we could walk out to the field and do some stargazing, you know, like we used to.” The suggestion was casual, but Mike’s heart was beating fast. His plan depended on Richie saying yes.

“Yeah sure babe.” Richie responded as he pulled a t-shirt over his wet mop of hair and reached for his boxers. “Just let me get a little more appropriately dressed.” He winked before hopping ungracefully as he pulled on his boxers, tripping slightly but recovering with a charming smile.

Mike’s pulse relaxed immediately, his anxiety being replaced with fondness for this goofy, maladjusted boy he was soon going to propose to.

It took a few more minutes before they were off, hands clasped together as they wandered out into the seemingly never-ending field of the Hanlon’s farm. The night was beautiful, the sky completely devoid of clouds and shining bright with the dim light of the stars.

They walked for a few minutes until the house behind them became part of a separate world, and that’s when Richie saw it.

“Michael!” Richie gasped, as he spotted what was in the distance. They were walking towards a patch of grass covered with a large blanket, surrounded by four lit tiki torches.

Mike couldn’t hold back the grin that split across his face, seeing Richie’s excitement got his own going.

Richie let go of Mike’s hand to sprint the rest of the way to the set-up. When he got there, he noticed there was an abundance of pillows as well as two picnic baskets set aside. Laying down was like resting on a bed of clouds, and he instantly felt all the stress of life evaporating away under the stars.

Mike finally caught up and sat down beside Richie. He looked down at him and couldn’t help but reach a hand out and pet the hair back from Richie’s forehead, letting his fingers linger on his cheek.

“Happy 9 years, my love.” He whispered.

Richie’s eyes flicked their attention to Mike, so much adoration and passion present in those blue pearls.

“Happy 9 years, Mikey.” Richie responded, lifting his hand up to Mikes and lacing their fingers together. He swiftly broke the moment by tugging on Mike’s arm and pulling him down on top of him.

Richie laughed as Mike tried not to crush Richie beneath him as he toppled over. He was still giggling as he brought their lips together, his hands already wandering down the front of Mike’s chest.

Mike had to fight to get his mind and body to comply to the plan he had set up. As much as he wanted to get lost in Richie’s arms, he couldn’t. Not yet, at least.

So, ignoring Richie’s complaintive whine, Mike rolled off him and towards the baskets he had set aside.

“I don’t want our food to get cold.” Mike used as an excuse. From the basket he procured a tray of chocolate covered strawberries, as well as two champagne flutes along with non-alcoholic champagne. Neither of them really drank, and besides, he wanted to be as lucid as possible for what was about to happen.

He passed the plate off to Richie who grabbed it eagerly, tearing the saran wrap off unceremoniously and beginning his search for the perfect strawberry. Mike poured them both some champagne, taking the time to check his watch again. Eight minutes until the big moment. He took a deep breath before putting the champagne aside and turning back to Richie.

“I found the best one.” Richie exclaimed happily, holding up the biggest strawberry in the pile. It was coated nearly perfectly in chocolate, save for the green stem Richie was holding it by.

“C’mere.” Richie beckoned, setting the tray beside him and scooting closer to Mike.

Mike complied, snuggling close to Richie and handing him one of the flutes.

Richie brought the strawberry up to Mike’s lips, beginning to trace them slowly with the fruit. Richie’s mouth was set tight, but Mike could tell he was trying to hold back laughter.

“Richie this doesn’t-”

“Shhhh.” Richie used the strawberry to quiet him, pressing it more firmly against his lips.

“Let me seduce you.” Richie said in a low attempt at a sultry voice.

Now Mike was also trying not to laugh, his cheeks pulled up into rosy apples as Richie continued his ministrations. Chocolate was melting against Mike’s mouth, giving him the appearance of wearing lipstick. That’s when Richie finally cracked, pulled his hand back and laughing audibly at the mess on Mike’s face.

Mike laughed along, resisting the urge to wipe his mouth right away. Instead, as he’d expected, Richie leaned in after he’d composed himself, and licked the chocolate clean. He finished by pecking Mike innocently before pulling back and finally properly feeding the strawberry to his poor boyfriend.

They continued like that for the next few minutes, laughing and talking, eating the strawberries faster than they probably should and washing down the sweetness with glorified carbonated juice.

Mike got so caught up in the moment that he almost forgot what he was there for, until the loud boom reminded him.

“Fireworks, really? The 4th of July was six days ago!” Richie complained with no real fever. Richie loved fireworks, loved the bright colors and loud noises, loved getting lost in whatever story his brain decided they were telling.

“Let’s watch.” Mike encouraged, taking Richie’s nearly empty flute from him and setting both of theirs back into the picnic basket.

When Mike turned back around, Richie was already laying on his back, his hands folded eagerly on his stomach as his eyes searched the sky for the next show.

Mike lowered himself down beside him, taking a second to memorize the look on Richie’s face at that exact moment.

Another firework exploded above them, accompanied by a quicker burst of a few more. Mike’s gaze stayed on Richie’s face, his hand reaching into his pocket to finger the little ring box he’d been carrying around all day.

Three more fireworks. Richie’s eyes were lit up both with the reflection of the lights, and with that wonder that Mike fell in love with.

Another one.

Then a succession of smaller ones.

And then...

Richie’s eyes were meeting Mike’s, wide and questioning.

Richie’s mouth gaped, words seeming to fail him for the first time in his life.

Above them, the fireworks were quickly disappearing, the fiery words “Richie, Will You Marry Me?” fading into the night’s sky.

“So?” Mike took a deep breath, rolling over on to his side to fully face Richie. His hand pulled the small box out from its confines and he held it up to Richie, popping it open to reveal a delicate gold band.

“What do you say?” Mike’s voice wavered as he waited for a sigh.

“What the fuck.” Richie blurted out, before he started sobbing.

Mike faltered quickly, letting the ring box drop as he prioritized pulling Richie close to his chest.

“Baby, baby I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry, I’m sorry I-”

A vibration against his chest cut him off. He had to pull away slightly so he could decipher Richie’s words.

“You ruined my plan.” Richie blubbered out again, his tears now juxtaposed by a huge smile that he was trying to disguise as a pout. Mike felt his composure relax. Richie continued without being prompted. “I was going t-to propose next w-weekend.” Richie explained between splutters.

It was Mike’s turn to be speechless now.

“But of course, Mike Hanlon, always the romantic, has to do it on our fucking anniversary.” Richie’s tears were slowing down now, his usual demeanor coming back. “Now I’ll have to see if I can get my deposit back on the horse.”

“Horse…?”

“And I’ll have to call the bakery and cancel the cake order, hopefully the band will be able to find another gig on such short notice, Eddie and Bill are definitely going to have to return their costumes, and-”

“Baby, honey, slow down.” Mike’s gentle hands were cupping Richie’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Richie stopped immediately, closing his eyes and forcing himself to take a deep breath. When his eyes re-opened, they were teary again. “Can I at least say it?”

Mike’s heart felt like it would burst, his love for Richie so palpable in that moment.

“Of course.”

Richie cleared his throat and wiped his eyes as he stood up. He dramatically shook his limbs out one by one, cracking his neck side to side, and then turned back around to face Mike.

“Michael Hanlon. Michael the bicycle. Love of my life. Hopefully one day, bearer of my children. My best friend. My compadre. My-”

“Richie.” Mike cut him off with a laugh.

“Right, right. Sorry. Mike…” Richie got down on one knee, taking Mike’s hand between his own. “Will you marry me?”

Mike’s grin could have rivalled the sun. “Yes. Yesyesyes yes.” Mike rushed out.

“AND THERE WE HAVE IT FOLKS,” Richie let go of Mike’s hand and swiveled on his knees as if to address an invisible audience. He lifted both his hands in triumph. “DERRY’S MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELORS ARE OFFICIALLY OFF THE MARKET FOR GOOD.”

Mike rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around Richie’s torso and pulling him backwards. Richie came crashing down with an eruption of laughter, mixing along with Mike’s own. Mike didn’t waste any time beginning to pepper kisses down Richie’s neck, using his position to pull Richie flush against his chest.

Things heated up quickly. Kisses became more passionate, clothes were shed, and soon the two were left naked under the stars, the kindness of July keeping them warm and the flickering from the tiki torches lighting their hands’ paths. It wasn’t long before Richie was aching for more.

“Mikey…” Richie canted his hips upwards, ushering Mike’s hand, which was gripped around his cock, to move faster.

“Hold on baby, I’ve got you.” Mike twisted his body around uncomfortably to reach for the second picnic basket he’d packed. He opened it up with his free hand, his busy one never ceasing its job, and grabbed for the bottle of lube he’d packed.

The familiar sound of the cap popping open made Richie’s cock twitch.

“Oh my god, you really think of everything, don’t you.” Richie said excitedly.

“One of us has to.” Mike winked.

Richie spread his legs eagerly before Mike even had the chance to pour lube on to his fingers. The anticipation on Richie’s face egged him to move faster, his own eagerness becoming evident.

As Mike poured out a generous amount of the slick liquid into his hand, Richie grabbed one of the extra pillows and tucked it under his lower back, propping himself up on display. Mike nearly salivated at the view, never quite having gotten used to seeing Richie spread out, no matter how many times they did this.

Mike brought his lubricated hand up to Richie’s hole, circling a finger around the puckered muscle, teasing Richie before slipping his digit inside smoothly.

They’d fooled around only a few hours ago, stopping on the side of the road on their drive to Mike’s farm and squeezing into the back seat. Mike had fucked Richie until he’d cried, fingers desperately grabbing at the seats around him for some kind of leverage to ground himself. Richie came all over his shirt, causing them to have to dig their suitcases out of the trunk and wrestle out a clean one for him to change into.

Richie was still deliciously stretched from their afternoon activities, letting Mike slip in a second finger after only a few moments.

“You’re so beautiful like this, laid out bare for me…” Mike praised Richie who was breathing heavily beneath him.

Richie didn’t answer, just pushed his hips towards Mike to get his fingers as deep as possible. Mike found Richie’s prostate and stroked it lightly, eliciting a gorgeous moan.

“You can be as loud as you want.” Mike said, rubbing Richie’s prostate a little harder. “No one will hear you out here.”

It came out as a promise, assurance that he’d get Richie to the point where he couldn’t stay silent even if he tried. It sent goosebumps down Richie’s body.

A third finger was added, the stretch familiar and gentle. Richie felt warm, both from Mike’s body heat and desire kindling inside. They continued like that for a few more minutes, Mike pumping his hand steadily, teasing Richie’s prostate every time he thrust upwards. It was tantalizing.

“Please, Mikey…” Richie pleaded when it finally got to be too much. Mike pulled his hand away, watching Richie’s hole flutter around nothing. It was so pretty he took a moment to lean down and kiss it. Richie gasped at the unexpected contact, grinding his hips down against Mike’s face. Mike indulged him, kissing it with dirty flicks of his tongue. When he pulled away his face shone with lube.

“I could spend all night eating you out,” Mike stated, grabbing the lube and squirting a little extra into his hand. “but right now, I’d rather do this.” He rubbed the excess lube across his cock, coating it generously before lining himself up with Richie’s hole. He wasted no time before pushing in, shivering as the tightness enveloped him.

“Fuuuuuck-” Richie groaned wantonly.

Mike bottomed out, shifting his gaze from where they were connected and following the planes of Richie’s torso until their eyes met. Richie had his lower lip tucked between his teeth, as if trying to hold himself back, but upon meeting Mike’s gaze he let it drop.

“I can’t wait to be your husband.” Richie said sincerely.

“Me neither.” Mike smile tenderly. “But I am glad I get to show you off as my fiancé for a while.”

They both laughed, the movement jostling Mike inside Richie and reminding them of their current situation.

Mike pulled out slowly before easing himself back in at the same pace. He kept that rhythm as he continued.

“Everyone’s going to be jealous I get to marry the most affectionate, effervescent, passionate man in the whole world.”

“I’m the one who’s lucky,” Richie panted out between slow thrusts. “Getting to marry the most open-minded, kind-hearted, and hottest guy in town.”

Mike let out a burst of laughter, letting his head drop to Richie’s chest as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“I’m farthest from the hottest. That would be-”

“You’re right, it’s definitely Bill.” Richie interrupted with a breathless giggle.

Mike drew his head back and gasped dramatically.

“I was going to say you but…” Mike pretended to contemplate it. “Yeah, Denbrough could get it.”

They shared a smile. Mike loved Richie's ability to make any moment playful, even moments when Mike was buried to the hilt within him. This charismatic man, with the imagination of a child and the whimsy to match.

Mike picked up his pace, spurred on by his adoration, set on making Richie feel as good as he possibly could. The mewls he got in response were encouraging, so he continued swiveling his hips and propelling himself deeper with every thrust.

“That feel good, baby?” Mike purred into Richie’s ear, nipping his earlobe before descending to his neck.

A litany of curses was all Richie could manage in response, feeling himself climbing towards his peak.

Soon, curses were being split up by warning attempts. “Mike- fuckfuckfuck- I’m almost- holy shit yes don’t stop- I’m going to- jesus fucking christ-”

Mike knew that he was hitting the perfect spot. He didn’t dare move, no matter how much his arms were quivering, or his legs threatened to give out. He pumped forward once, twice, three times, and then the empty field was being filled with a throaty scream.

Richie’s fingernails left crescent moons where they dug into Mike’s arms, holding on for his dear life as he felt the waves of pleasure nearly drown him.

The feeling of Richie clenching around his cock did him in. As Mike joined Richie in his climax, he forced himself to keep his eyes open, never wanting to miss a moment of watching Richie come undone. He was so beautiful; pale skin, tinted pink from exertion and nearly transparent under the moonlight, thickly rimmed glasses sitting askew on his face, cum spread across his chest and pooling into his bellybutton. He looked so fragile, so small underneath Mike’s hold. Vulnerable in a way only Mike would ever see him.

Eventually they both regained their composure along with their breath. Mike pulled out of Richie slowly, watching as his own fluid follow him out of the tight confine, leaking onto Richie’s thighs and the pillow below him. Mike wanted to clean it up, dive in with his mouth and get Richie to cum all over again, but he knew there would be time to do that later.

They did, after-all, have forever ahead of them.

#hanzier #hanzier smut #hanzier fanfic #hanzier fanfiction #mike hanlon #richie tozier #it smut #it fanfic #my posts #my writing #softstanlonn #ask

[cryptoveins]

The New SEC Proposal Could Actually Hinder Crypto: Here’s Why

Earlier today, a commissioner at the US Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) revealed a proposal that would allow some blockchain startups exemption from current securities regulations. The regulatory change would give crypto asset companies a three year period in which they could prove themselves sufficiently decentralised to pass a Howey test. Many crypto industry observers have greeted the proposal with optimism. However, some believe it threatens to unleash another wave of ICO mania that would ultimately hurt the industry. Are US Regulators Stifling Crypto Innovation? As widely reported, Hester “Crypto Mom” Pierce announced the proposal during a speech at the International Blockchain Congress held in Chicago today.

1/

BREAKING

: SEC Commissioner @HesterPierce today publicly proposed a safe harbor for token sellers building decentralized networks. It is an elegant solution to the most complex legal challenge of this crypto era. Thread is go.

— Marco Santori (@msantoriESQ) February 6, 2020

The proposal seeks to address an issue within existing regulations. At present, when a company issues a token and sells it to investors, most of the time, the US considers it a security offering. Companies offering securities must be registered with the SEC so that they can be held accountable to investors. The agency defines a security as any investment of money in a common enterprise with the expectation of profit from the work of a third party. By these standards, almost all tokens sold via an initial coin offering are securities. Pierce’s new proposal would allow companies launching ICOs a period of three years to allow the network to evolve into a state of sufficient decentralisation that it no longer relies on the entity that created it. An example of such a network might be Ethereum. Although clearly sold in a centralised token sale, years later it exists without need of its founders. In fact, the SEC itself has previously stated that Ether (ETH) is not a security. Pierce, and those supportive of the proposal, believe that such a regulatory change would encourage innovation. Many reason that if Ethereum had received greater attention in its early days, its token sale may have been deemed a security offering and the network may not exist as it does today. Would Such a Change Prompt ICO Craze 2.0? Although many have responded to the proposal positively, not everyone agrees with it. Some observers do not believe that the change would benefit the crypto industry. Amongst them is Satoshi Roundtable host and CEO of Chainstone Labs, Bruce Fenton. In a Medium post published earlier today, he outlined his own criticisms of Pierce’s “safe harbor” proposal.

My thoughts on The New SEC Safe Harbor Propsal Not a fan – it seems a bad idea – it could solve some issues and offer benefits– several potential drawbacks & may not be the best focus – Do you agree? please read the article & share your thoughtshttps://t.co/1ji2LZ0hJw — Bruce Fenton (@brucefenton) February 6, 2020

His chief objection is that such a proposal risks unleashing another wave of questionable fundraising. He comments on the ICO mania of 2017, saying that companies would simply raise money and focus on the safe harbor period as opposed to delivering value to investors. He argues that truly decentralised projects do not need either a premine or a fundraiser and that most of them are actually unsuccessful. The CEO makes the point that if companies are raising money from investors then of course they should be responsible to their financiers, rather than entirely aloof from regulation. In fact, he goes as far as to suggest that tokens that have avoided the Howey test (the judge of whether something is a security or not) are usually very bad investments: “Most decentralized tokens therefor [sic.] are destined to be poor investments — gift cards to a store no one wants to shop at.”   Related Reading: Ethereum’s “Bullish Wave” May Turn Parabolic Once This Technical Event Occurs Featured Image from Shutterstock. The New SEC Proposal Could Actually Hinder Crypto: Here’s Why was last modified: February 6th, 2020 by Rick Delafont

https://cryptoveins.com/the-new-sec-proposal-could-actually-hinder-crypto-heres-why-2/

#Article #Blockchain #ETH #network

[pyro-flug]

Hey uuhhhhh?? Does anyone want me to do a continuation of my propsal fic for today's paperhat month prompt?

#paperhat #please respond #delete later

[fleetofshippyships-archive]

"As long as they don't find out, what does it matter what they'd think?" Narcissa/Sirius (or if you're not comfortable with that narcissa/lily!)

(Decided to give Narcissa/Sirius a go even though I have no idea what I’m doing with them! Hopefully it’s okay!)

“As long as they don’t find out, what does it matter whatthey’d think?”

“Well, I’ve already been burned off the tapestry, so it’snot like there’s anything they can do to me over it,” Sirius said with a sigh. “Butare you sure you’re ready for the possibility of disownment from the family?Once you’re off that tapestry, you’re out. For good.”

Narcissa smiled, and pressed her forehead against his. “Walburgaand that bloody tapestry. She’s got the whole family tied up in her madnessover the finality of it.”

“I’m surprised you weren’t burned off for turning downMalfoy’s propsal, actually,” Sirius said, sliding his fingers through her hair.“There were a lot of ‘if she was my daughter’s thrown around. It will be evenworse if they find out about me. I’m already the enemy, remember?”

Narcissa closed her eyes, and sighed. “Run away with meSiri? Like Andromeda did? I always thought she’d made a mistake…but notanymore. I just want out of this horrid family. It’s the only way I won’t loseyou.”

Sirius nodded. “Pick a place, and we’ll go. The world isgoing to hell lately anyway. I’ll go anywhere with you. You don’t have to worryabout losing me.”

(Prompting is temporarily closed. Open/closed status will be updated on the Rules post. Read more prompted drabbles here on AO3 )

#narcissa x sirius #sirius x narcissa #slytherdornet #hprarepairnet #my fanfic #my drabbles #ncrissamalfoy #asked and answered #prompted writing #*

[phanfeed-ao3]

Good Morning Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QrJsmk

by yikesola

The first thing Phil’s eyes attempt to focus on after waking up in Kyoto is the black band around his left ring finger. A ficlet about metal and focus.

Words: 351, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 42 of tumblr dialogue/kiss prompts

Fandoms: Phandom/The Fantastic Foursome (YouTube RPF)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Dan Howell/Phil Lester

Additional Tags: 2019, Established Relationship, japhan 2.0, propsal fic, Kinda

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2QrJsmk

#phanfic #phanfiction #phan #danisnotonfire/amazingphil #dan howell/phil lester

[cryptoveins]

The New SEC Proposal Could Actually Hinder Crypto: Here’s Why

Earlier today, a commissioner at the US Securities and Exchange Commission (SEC) revealed a proposal that would allow some blockchain startups exemption from current securities regulations. The regulatory change would give crypto asset companies a three year period in which they could prove themselves sufficiently decentralised to pass a Howey test. Many crypto industry observers have greeted the proposal with optimism. However, some believe it threatens to unleash another wave of ICO mania that would ultimately hurt the industry. Are US Regulators Stifling Crypto Innovation? As widely reported, Hester “Crypto Mom” Pierce announced the proposal during a speech at the International Blockchain Congress held in Chicago today.

1/

BREAKING

: SEC Commissioner @HesterPierce today publicly proposed a safe harbor for token sellers building decentralized networks. It is an elegant solution to the most complex legal challenge of this crypto era. Thread is go.

— Marco Santori (@msantoriESQ) February 6, 2020

The proposal seeks to address an issue within existing regulations. At present, when a company issues a token and sells it to investors, most of the time, the US considers it a security offering. Companies offering securities must be registered with the SEC so that they can be held accountable to investors. The agency defines a security as any investment of money in a common enterprise with the expectation of profit from the work of a third party. By these standards, almost all tokens sold via an initial coin offering are securities. Pierce’s new proposal would allow companies launching ICOs a period of three years to allow the network to evolve into a state of sufficient decentralisation that it no longer relies on the entity that created it. An example of such a network might be Ethereum. Although clearly sold in a centralised token sale, years later it exists without need of its founders. In fact, the SEC itself has previously stated that Ether (ETH) is not a security. Pierce, and those supportive of the proposal, believe that such a regulatory change would encourage innovation. Many reason that if Ethereum had received greater attention in its early days, its token sale may have been deemed a security offering and the network may not exist as it does today. Would Such a Change Prompt ICO Craze 2.0? Although many have responded to the proposal positively, not everyone agrees with it. Some observers do not believe that the change would benefit the crypto industry. Amongst them is Satoshi Roundtable host and CEO of Chainstone Labs, Bruce Fenton. In a Medium post published earlier today, he outlined his own criticisms of Pierce’s “safe harbor” proposal.

My thoughts on The New SEC Safe Harbor Propsal Not a fan – it seems a bad idea – it could solve some issues and offer benefits– several potential drawbacks & may not be the best focus – Do you agree? please read the article & share your thoughtshttps://t.co/1ji2LZ0hJw — Bruce Fenton (@brucefenton) February 6, 2020

His chief objection is that such a proposal risks unleashing another wave of questionable fundraising. He comments on the ICO mania of 2017, saying that companies would simply raise money and focus on the safe harbor period as opposed to delivering value to investors. He argues that truly decentralised projects do not need either a premine or a fundraiser and that most of them are actually unsuccessful. The CEO makes the point that if companies are raising money from investors then of course they should be responsible to their financiers, rather than entirely aloof from regulation. In fact, he goes as far as to suggest that tokens that have avoided the Howey test (the judge of whether something is a security or not) are usually very bad investments: “Most decentralized tokens therefor [sic.] are destined to be poor investments — gift cards to a store no one wants to shop at.”   Related Reading: Ethereum’s “Bullish Wave” May Turn Parabolic Once This Technical Event Occurs Featured Image from Shutterstock. The New SEC Proposal Could Actually Hinder Crypto: Here’s Why was last modified: February 6th, 2020 by Rick Delafont The post appeared first on NewsBTC.

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