#so like... i actually gotta dress to impress y'know

[gauchestardust]

Lipstick - a RenRuki fanficfion.

In the Kuchiki manor, Rukia sits on the floor, Renji, who got invited by the girl, does the same, as the only thing separating them is the kotatsu. The manor's ambient is silent and solitary. The duo doesn't share a single word – they've been together since they were kids, Renji always talked to Rukia about literally anything. A mutual trust. The two shinigami know very well they can tell anything to each other. But this time: something's off. Both shinigami avoid each other's stares. Their faces are pink, red even, and hot too. It's like they were in a hot summer, although it's actually a very cold winter in Soul Society.

After what feels to be an eternity of silence, the red-haired shinigami finally speaks up. "So, Rukia...what have you been up to these days? I've been too busy working with Kuchiki-taicho– your brother. And...yeah, we didn't see each other a lot." He asks. In the same moment, the black-haired girl replies. "Ah, I think I've been okay. Matsumoto-san from the 10th division asked me to go shopping with her. I tried to tell her i needed to finish my duties with Ukitake-taichou, but well, it's Matsumoto Rangiku...she obviously haven't heard me." She replies.

"Ehh? And what have you two bought?"

"Well- a lot of clothes for Matsumoto-san, and she also offered herself to buy some dresses for me. And that's what she did." Sigh. "And also...a lipstick."

"Lipstick?? Really, Rukia? I don't think I remember ever seeing you wearing those."

"She told me it would be a great idea! For a..." At the moment Rukia formulates this phrase, her face slowly turns pinker than it already was. "...a certain reason."

"Oh really? And what would THAT reason be?" Renji comes closer to Rukia's face, with a smirk, as the girl tells him to shut up. "Mhm? Come on!"

"Ngh...!" She groans, pulling the redhead away. She gets up, walking to the closest dressing table. She approaches the small mirror and slowly applies the pink lipstick. Rukia does it in a slow pace, trying to seduce Renji (jokingly www). And surprisingly, it worked...! When the black-haired girl put the piece of makeup down, she saw him blushing even more.

"She looks so...h-hot..." Thinks Renji Abarai to himself, and quickly notices Rukia doing a gesture with her hand – a sign of 「come closer ♡」 – an opportunity he surely doesn't want to lose. The red-haired shinigami looks at his surroundings. "...well...Byakuya-taichou isn't here. Which means YOUR BROTHER isn't here. S-so..."

Renji gets up and walks to Rukia. Their huge size difference is noticeable. The male red-haired shinigami is so tall, being impressively 188cm (6'2 ft.), while the female black-haired shinigami is so petite, being just 144cm (4'9 ft.) – and he LOVES IT in her. He easily lifts her up, squeezing her small waist. She's just like a goddess in all ways! But that doesn't matter. At least not for now. It's time for Renji Abarai to feast the main course: her lips. This make him feel like fainting...!

They want to lose control. Renji wants to play with Rukia's lips, coated by that pink lipstick – it even has a scent, cherries...probably has a taste too.

"Ready?" The star asks.

"You bet I am." The stray dog replies.

But in the moment their lips are almost touching, both just pull away, blushing. "A-agh...! I don't know if I can do this...! I've never done this before..." The short shinigami groans, holding on her hairlocks. As for the tall shinigami, letting out a small sigh, gently holds her by the cheeks. Oh god...she's so soft, like a little bunny...

"Yo, Rukia. Don't worry, okay? Y-you know it's also my first kiss." He grins. "I gotta be honest. Since we've begun to get closer to each other...even before training to be shinigami...I have always dreamed of having you on m-my arms...you know, kissing you...–"

"..." Rukia doesn't know what to say. She just keeps listening.

"And y'know...knowing my first kiss will actually be with you...i-it's so— m-mhm...?!?!"

Renji looks down, only to see he got interrupted by Rukia, pulling him by the yukata's collar, on the tip of her toes. Her lips finally touches his. A kiss that starts kindly, but slowly turns into a hot kiss, as Renji holds Rukia on his arms, sharing the pinnacle of passion for a silly duo of teen lieutenants.

He responds to this, pinning her on the floor, with her arms open, as the kiss keeps going. Not only their lips touch, but their tongues too. Rukia lets out soft moans, squirming in pleasure. "Renji~...o-oh my god...~" She says, breaking the kiss. "T-that was...wonderful...magical..."

"Ehehe...y-yeah...that was awesome, Rukia. Look, thank you so much. Thanks for being my first one." Renji speaks up, thanking her. He have always known, but now it's definitive: he wants to be with Rukia Kuchiki forever. He wants to marry, have a life with her.

But before he could even finish the phrase, this time he gets pinned in the floor. He looks at Rukia pinning him, seeing a smirk on her face. He's going to get rewarded.

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Now, the only things heard inside the Kuchiki manor were kissing, smooching noises and the male shinigami moaning. And after that, Rukia picked up the small mirror from the dresser and showed it to Renji. The redhead had the best vision he'd ever seen on his entire life, his reflection, his loose hair, as Rukia untied it during their moment; his face full of her lipstick marks, not only face, but neck too. And it's obvious that the shorter shinigami wouldn't stop right there.

"Well~ since my brother isn't here...we can make the most of our little fun time. Let's just hope no one comes at us now~" Rukia says, trying to act seductively. Turns out she's not the absolute best at this, but Renji loves it anyway.

"Oh god. Why not? We're lieutenants, we gotta have a break sometime." Renji gets up, picking up Rukia and carrying her to her room. It's so...so adorable. He puts her down on the bed and decides to take a look at the room.

It's full of bunny related things, especially related to chappy. There's some dresses scattered in the closet, the dresses Rangiku bought to Rukia, and also that dress Uryu made for her. And also...he notices something on the counter, he looks closer and picks it up.

It's that Chappy keychain he gave her while she was hurt, resting on that futon. He bought to her but turns out at the time, Ukitake-taichou gave her a HUGE Chappy, bigger than Soul Society as a whole. He got very envious and jealous at the time. He looks at the Chappy keychain, seeing she took great care of it, she actually loved it...it's a dear gift for her. Despite not being very used to affection, those gifts were the embodiment of heaven to Rukia. Gifts that comforted her.

The two lieutenants look at each other as Renji walks to Rukia and hugs her. "I love you." That's what they say at the same time, descending into their little heavenly moment of kissing — with love, a small temporary paradise for them.

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Some days after their act, Rukia encounters Rangiku walking on the snowy streets, wearing a charming, pink scarf. "Ah, Matsumoto-san...!" The shorter girl calls her attention. The busty woman turns to her, examining Rukia with her blue eyes.

"Oh? Oh, hey, Kuchiki-chan!" She grins, leaning at her. "Why are you speaking to me all of sudden? I thought you'd be busy." Rangiku says, chuckling. Rukia just rolls her eyes.

"I just wanted to thank you..." She says, looking at Rangiku's grin turning into a confused face. She then explains. "You know...thank you for giving me that lipstick. It was because of it I could...a-agh..." She pulls the taller woman closer and whispers in her ear. "I-I filled Renji with kisses...and he loved it."

"Y-you what?!?! My my...! I'm so happy for you, Rukia...how was it? Did you two enjoy the moment?" The busty lady asks gently, seeming genuinely happy for Rukia. "You deserve it! You two are so close to each other...it was already expected."

Rukia blushes, looking away. "Y-yeah. But anyways...thank you so much, Matsumoto-san...I could finally kiss him...well, we can...go shopping later in the human world if you want to." The black-haired girl smiles and then walks away.

Rangiku Matsumoto waves to Rukia as she walks away. Then, she turns to walk back to the 10th division. "She's so happy, it's adorable. It surely worked. I'm so glad I could help her in love~"

Additional notes: look, this was my first...long fanfiction? since the others i have made were too short, though that ive never submitted them. i will post this one on AO3...when i have the motivation to.

i'm not used to writing these, but i hope you all like it. i'm a fan of renruki (i want to find more merch of them but it's so hard to find in aliexpress...), and to satisfy my renruki needs, i wrote this. hope you like it.

#bleach #renji abarai #rukia kuchiki #renruki #renji x rukia #rangiku matsumoto mentioned #she's like a cupid in this fanfic www #it's my first actual fanfiction please don't throw tomatos at me #(do it please) #kissing #fanfiction #bleach AND renruki fans please interact!!

[cherrygummycandy]

New school, New you.

(A Recess x New Kid!Reader fic)

(AN: This is a part two to my previous x reader fic, I have aged all the characters up to highschool to account for language and more modern references. Probably a few OOC characters, but overall, I tried to stick to the characters original concepts.)

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Admittedly, you weren't expecting your first encounter with a fellow student to end up with you getting dragged around the Third-Street school's back lot. Ashley Spinelli pulls your arm, yanking you up a set of concrete stairs, giving you a decent view of the playground. Gus quickly grabs his marbles and follows the two of you, almost tripping as he scuffs one of his loafers on the bottom step. He lets out a yelp, prompting Spinelli to roll her eyes.

"Alright, new kid. Lemme get you caught up with the, uh-" Spinelli trails off, trying to think of a word to describe how the playground works. "Hierarchy?" Gus interjects. "Sure, yeah, that's what I was gonna say." Spinelli looks back over the playground and whispers "Geek...". Motioning to the center of the playground, a large jungle gym emerges. Bright red and green slides, blue climbing bars, and various other contraptions cover the structure, giving it a rather grand look, despite it just being playground equipment for an under-funded school. "See that guy up at the top?" Spinelli points upwards, to a boy sitting on top of the structure with a crown. You squint harder, noticing the crown seems to be more of a craft project than an actual crown. "Is he wearing a crown made out of-" "A baseball helmet? Yeah, I think so, no one's really sure where he got it from." Gus responds, answering your question for you. You get the feeling that's been asked a lot.

"That's King Bob, our schools dear leader." Gus holds his hand over his chest, eyes wide in admiration. You tilt your head in confusion, and Spinelli lightly smacks him on the back of the head, leading him to scramble as his glasses fall off. "Yeah, what Gus said. You're new, so you're definitely gonna have to meet the King at some point." Your posture tenses, getting a little smaller. "Um, why?" You ask. "He likes to keep tabs on all his, 'subjects.', y'know?" Spinelli uses some heavy finger quotes around subjects, giving you the impression not all his policies are popular on the playground.

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"Now, check out the dude under the tree over there." A guy in a trench coat can be seen leaning against a tree, eyes shifting back and forth as if checking for teachers. "That's Hustler Kid. He sells extra study guides, toys, snacks, and banned books. 'Long as it won't get him in trouble if you're caught, he'll sell it to ya." Spinelli explains, and Hustler kid seems to be sure the coast is clear, as he takes out a pack of smokes. "I thought he didn't sell stuff that could get kids in trouble?" You ask. Spinelli nods, "He doesn't. Those cigs are his, only his. I've made that mistake before." she sighs in exasperation. Gus scrambles back up the steps.

"Spinelli! You knocked my glasses halfway across the playground!" He complains, panting as he rests for a moment, hands on his knees. Spinelli only chuckles, folding her arms. "Didn't ask, Gus." You giggle a little at this, and Spinelli shoots you a grin. "Have you mentioned the Ashley's yet? T-That's kind of important." Gus trails off, freezing as if he recalling a harsh memory. "Good one Gus. Give em' the rundown, I gotta go to the bathroom." Spinelli heads out, casually punching your shoulder as she walks by. "The Ashley's are the meanest girls on the playground. They know everything that happens on the playground." He gets real quiet, and looks around quickly before repeating himself softly. "Everything." You nod, brows furrowed in concern. "The worst of them is Ashley A." You follow his gaze and see a gaggle of four fashionably dressed girls. One stands out, a girl with long brown hair dresses in purple sits in the middle. "Her dad is rich, and if she says she'll ruin your life, she means it. Whatever she says, goes.". "Have you had a problem with the Ashleys before, Gus?" You ask. He shudders. "I don't like to talk about it..." He mumbles, and you nod awkwardly.

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"Yo, Gus!" A loud voice rings out from a few feet away, causing you and Gus to turn your attention towards the voice. A tall boy in a basketball jersey jogs up the stairs. "Hey, we need a ref for kickball, 'think you can sub in?" The boy asks, foot tapping as he speaks. He clearly has quite a bit of energy, and seems desperate to get back to his game.

"I can't Vince, Spinelli's having me give the new kid a tour of the playground." Gus explains, gesturing to where you're stood. You give a small wave. "Oh shit, we got a new kid?" Vince says. "Language!" Gus squeaks, only to be brushed past. Vince leans up against the building in front of you, extending his free hand. "Hey, Im Vince, Vince LaSalle. Where you from?" He seems to look you over, as if unsure what to think of you just yet. "I'm just a transfer, it's my first day." You explain. "Spinelli caught you yet?" He asks with a laugh. "Yeah, she's, interesting..." He nods. "Are you any good at sports?" You shrug. "I mean, I was on the swim team at my old school, but I don't play many team sports." You admit. Vince sighs, but seems satisfied. "Well, I'm sure we can find something for you to do, maybe an equipment manager..." He pauses, and puts his hand on his head as if thinking.

"Or maybe, they just don't want to play sports?" Spinelli suggests, having returned from the restroom. Vince looks shocked, fumbling the ball in his hands and exclaiming "What! It's kickball, that's like, everything!" He seems almost offended. "It's everything to you, Vince." Spinelli slaps her hand on the underside of his ball, knocking it up out of his hands. He doesn't even flinch, now locked in a staring match with Spinelli. "Gus, go the ball." He says, and Gus only sighs before running to retrieve it. You're left with the pair, awkwardly looking back and forth between them. "Um, well..." You try to think of what to say to diffuse the situation. "Maybe I could go and watch you play sometime?" This seems to snap Vince out of his eye-brawl, and he looks over to you. "Yeah?" He asks. You nod. "Okay, yeah... cool!" He nods as he thinks, trying to suppress his grin. Spinelli gags. "Jeez, Vince. You're cheesin' harder than Mikey when we read 'Romeo and Juliet'. Knock it off." She groans, prompting an embarrassed look to spread across the boy's face. "Whatever, I gotta get back to my game." He turns around, hoping no one noticed the light blush dusting his face. "See ya' later, new kid". He calls, heading back to his Kickball game. Just as he leaves, Gus returns to the stairs, panting heavily. "Wha- where'd he go?" Gus asks, and Spinelli grins. "Just wandered off... who knows why?" Gus groans.

"I had to run halfway across the playground for this ball..."

#cartoon x reader #x reader #disney x reader #gender neutral reader #fanfic #recess x reader #recess show #recess #ashley spinelli #vince lasalle #disney fanfiction #hustler kid #king bob #reader insert #cartoons

[fakeloveaskblog]

(Hi, me again. I’m very excited to see what the Remus get up to.)

From Remus and Remy’s perspective, Janus and Logan were the ones warping and distorting before being pulled suddenly off to the side and blinking away, and they are left alone to begin their date.

Glow Eyes

“And here we are!" Remus waved his arms around towards the tiny building hosting the art exhibit.

"It's...humble" Remy replied.

"Lesser known art can be just as good!"

The art gallery was crammed in between several other buildings. It had two floors but the bottom one was mostly taken up by the reception and a kids corner where younglings could draw.

Remus paid for them while Remy fumbled with their cane. They didn't really listen to what their friend and the receptionist were saying but their tones were weirdly familiar as if they had talked before.

Remy flinched when they felt a sudden warmth against their hand and looked up to see Remus grinning at them as he took their hand in his. He was still wearing that completely overdressed outfit from the morning. He looked like the epitome of dressing to impress.

They went into the only room on the first floor that actually contained an art piece. The air was light and breezy and the sound of water rippling filled the small room. Some weird contraption that looked sort of like a mini water tank was connected to several different plants.

It seemed like the two of them were the only people there right now so Remy sat down on the floor while watching his friend stare the piece up and down. Before circling around it. Before reading the sign on the wall about it. Before circling it again.

As he thought his nose scrunched up which made his eyebrows furrow so it looked like he was holding back a sneeze.

"Okay. I'm not getting it" He announced.

"Looking real cute tho girlie!"

Remus flexed his arms while smiling "I see that my incredibly masculine aroma is already getting to you"

"Yeeahh y'know that masc stench mixed with plants just really gets me going likeee tottalllyy" Remy joked back.

"Just imagine all the worms and nasty insects that could be hiding in the plants!!" He traced his eyes over the room one more time before holding out his hand to help them up "Wanna check out the upper floor?"

"Nah girl I just wanna go home like immediately...Kidding..Course I wanna" They took his hand "Can you like say that by the way? Like saying you don't get it?"

"Shit is a sniper gonna shot me if I admit to not understanding every single art piece ever" Remus replied dryly.

They shrugged "I just thought you're like the artsy type. I kinda just like assumed telepathic brainwaves just sent the meaning of whatever piece you were looking at straight into your brain”

“Nah nah. Usually I- Oh do you have enough spoons enough to take the stairs?”

“...I guess” They lied.

“It’s okay. The elevator isn’t locked like at some other places. I’ve checked!”  Remy gratefully let their friend lead them to the elevator. He kept talking as they took the short ride up “Usually I get a hunch for what the piece could mean after looking at it. Like some itch in my brain. And then I gotta think for a while before it clicks. Though if I don’t get the itch like immediately I usually get bored and just leave it which I know! I know! I should give every piece a chance! I just got rats for brains!”

The second floor was empty of people as well. A few paintings were hung on the walls, all of them with surrealist imagery. They walked past the top of the staircase, they could still see parts of the plants from up here.

“I don’t get any itches at all. At most I get some like thought once you’ve explained stuff to me” Remy said.

“Yeah well I’ve stuffed my brain full of information about art. Of course I’m gonna get it more than you!! It took me AGGEES to get anything before I learnt about all those fucked up dudes going around in france and germany during the early 1900′s that created like the base for all of modern art! Like I have NO idea what was going on with Egon Schiele aside from the prostitution addiction but I GEt it!”

Remus was looking at the paintings while he talked. Remy still had their arms locked around his upper arm. They learnt their cheek softly against his shoulder as he talked, even if that meant they had to lean down a little.

“The whole world of art opened up to me when I learnt to hate Bauhaus and the horrible fucking funkis trend!! It’s not even typical art!! It belongs in the category of architecture!! But whenever something goes to shit I can just curse out Bauhaus!”

“God It’s like with Randeen Nicholas!! HATE that guy! He like ruined 2 entire album covers for Miss Britney Spears with his boring ass style!!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about but yeah!! FUCK HIM!!”

He smiled at them and lightly bonked his head against theirs which made them laugh. He continued to babble on about what kind of painting techniques the artist could have used to get the effects. Most likely dry brush. Maybe a hint of watercolor crayons.

“I wish I could touch them” Remy said mindlessly “Like when you go into a clothing store getting to feel how the fabric feels and how it was sewn is like tots the best part y’know? Maybe I’d get it more if I could feel it”

Remus made a mental note “That’s not a bad idea”

“Really?” They smiled.

“Yeah. I think I could literally look at paint drying if I got to touch it”

There were only two other rooms on this floor. Remus let his friend choose which way to go and they went to the room where there was a bench. Which they immediately sat down on of course.

There was a projector next to the bench shooting the images of a short film onto the starkly white wall. All of the windows in the room had been covered with thick dotted fabric matching the dotted patterns in the film.

The sound filled the room like fog. A low rumbling that made their ears vibrate. They glanced between the film and Remus. He had formed his fingers into a sort of frame and was looking around the room.

“Whatcha doing? Looking for quick exists in the case of a sudden like assassination attempt?” Remy joked.

“No- Maybe I should do”

It went a few seconds before Remus suddenly bursted into an explosion of stims. His arms flapped as he sat down right next to them on the bench. He leant even closer so his face was right in front of theirs.

“I’m planning! Scheming even!”

Remy let up into a sly smile as they leant closer to him as well “Planning for what?”

When they spoke Remus could feel their breathe blow against his cheeks, that’s how close they were.

“I’ve been talking with Ro-Ro and I’ve talked with the lady in the reception before...I’ve been...We’ve been thinking if maybe it would be possible if I could....I could hold an exhibition here-”

“An Art exhibition? Like showing shit off??”

“Yea-”

Remus didn’t even have time to finish the word before Remy had thrown their arms around him. They hugged him tightly while his arms hang loosely along his sides. He suck in a deep breathe as his cheeks turned pink.

“SHIT-” Remy shot back and let go of him “Sorry I like tots forgot to ask if you were like comfy with a hu-”

This time it was them who got interrupted by a hug as Remus snuggled up against them. Remy smiled as they hugged him back. They felt how he rubbed his hands in circles on their back.

“The exhibition is only gonna be going for at most a week. And it’s mostly ‘cause Ro-Ro donated money to the gallery I’m pretty sure” Remus mumbled out.

“Still. Isn’t it like kinda cool?”

Remy moved back from the hug but cupped his cheeks instead. Remus smittened into just a touch of a shy laugh.

“I guess it is kinda cool yeaah”

“Does it have like a theme? Like I dunno murder? Stigmata?”

Remus moved his hand on top of theirs while lowering his eyes “Yeah I uhh I kinda wanna do it about...Os...Or- well I mean more in general about like abuse”

“You sure you could handle that?”

“I want to” He squeezed onto their hand “I wanna get better”

“And this’ll like help?”

“Os is like a sickness filling me. I gotta vomit him up onto paper- I mean- I know it won’t fix me! But I think just- Just putting it into words- Or well art would help y’know? An-and I’ve been thinking that maybe if I’m able to express it with art I will be able to start talking about it with a therapist or something!”

Remy couldn’t hold back their look for surprise “A therapist?”

“Yeah” Remus’ smile staggered a little “I’d never really thought about the possibility of actually getting help ‘cause I wasn’t able to talk about what Os had done with anyone until-” He fidgeted with his thumbs “Until I told you”

He met their eyes and saw as the surprise fell away from their face. The look in their eyes turned soft as they waited for him to continue.

“I’d never really thought ‘bout actually like having a future. It felt like I was dead. Like in limbo y’know? Like my corpse was still in his apartment...But I’ve started to look forward to things again....I’ve started to look forward to seeing you”

The short film shifted scenes making the room suddenly lit up in a bright green. Remus could see his blushing cheeks being reflected in Remy’s eyes.

“...Like there’s some horror films I wanna go see with you at the cinema...And I would love if you could like sew a piece for the exhibition..And I’d think going on a trip with you would be really fun...We could go grave robbing and stuff” Remus continued, stumbling slightly over his words.

Words began to flash on the screen. A calming blue against starkly white. Drops of water echoed through the speakers every now and again.

‘YOU ARE NOW APPROXIMATELY 1895 KILOMETERS, 9 METERS AWAY FROM WHERE ANGEL NIEVES DIAZ WAS KILLED’

Remy shifted in their seat. A few strings of their hair fell down in front of their eyes as they pulled their knees up to their chest. The shoelaces on both of their shoes were untied because they had been just about too high to remember how to do it.

‘AND ABOUT 7 YEARS, 11 MONTHS, 3 DAYS AND 15 HOURS TO LATE TOO SEE IT’

Their lips parsed for just a moment as if they were about to say something before they instead bit on the inside of their cheek. It was so quiet they could hear Remus’ calm breathing. No one else was there. It was only the two of them. And the speaker kept playing the rhythmic drops of rain, or if it was medicine, or poison.

‘IT TOOK HIM 34 MINUTES TO DIE FROM THE LETHAL INJECTION HE WAS GIVEN BY THE STATE’

It was like a strain lifted as Remy relaxed their shoulders and turned to look at Remus “I think I wanna look forward to going to your exhibition. That’ll be my goal”

“Oh I’m flattered-”

“I don’t wanna be high. I wanna see your art without being high. And I wanna be with you without being like high” Remy continued.

Remus let up into a toothy grin and took their hands in his “That sounds like a GREAT goal!”

“What was it you wanted me to make for the exhibition?”

“You don’t have to”

“I want to! I would like tots really like love to”

“BEaaannieee I got loads of ideas! Let me show you-”

Remus leant down to pick his sketchbook out of his bag but stopped mid motion. He glanced up at the screen recounting another murder and took a deep breathe. It was just them. He was now approximately as close as he could to them. Approximately as alone as he could be with them.

“I can show you some other time” Remus said as he went back to holding their hands.

Remy circled their thumb against his palm “Anything wrong?”

“No. No” He chuckled “I just don’t think I said everything I wanted to before”

“...About the grave robbing?” 

“No- Kinda. Maybe”

Remy noticed that his hands were trembling ever so slightly and made sure to lean closer. They tilted their head a little as he searched for words.

“You’ve made me feel alive again Beanie” Remus said as sincerely as he could. He had to gulp back a lump of worry before he continued “You haven’t just like helped me start to think about my future again. You are my future. Whenever I imagine what I want to do you are always a part of it”

The worry disappeared from Remus as soon as he saw Remy’s expression lit up into what could best be called unbridled joy. Maybe even mixed with some anticipation for what he would say next.

“I think I have- No. I know” Remus let out “I know I’m in love with you Remy”

As soon as Remy opened their mouth a dorky laugh left their lips followed by giggling. They blushed so hard their pale skin looked completely pink. Remus couldn’t help but laugh along as he leant his forehead against theirs.

“I’ve got a big stupid gigantic fucking crush on you too Remus!!” They giggled out.

“You doooOOooOOoo”

“I like tooootsss dooo girl!!”

Remus’ cheeks hurt from how hard he was smiling “You’re pretty cooool”

“No but like seriously” Remy moved their arms around his shoulders and bonked their forehead a bit extra into his “It’s so scary to like fall in love again after getting hurt like..like we have...so uhm like...Thanks for trusting me enough to like confess”

“Same to you. I never feel as safe as when I am with you”

“When I’m with you my nightmares lessen”

The two of them shared a quiet moment of simply looking at each other with the new context, the new comfort, of knowing that the other loved them. Remus scrunched his nose to bop it against their nose which made them laugh.

Remus let his hand wander up to his lips before reaching out and gently tracing his finger against Remy’s lips. Their lips which were so close it made his head spin a little.

He looked up and met their eyes. They looked at him with such warmth and he felt how they loosened the way they were holding him. As if they were telling him it was okay if he took his time.

“Can I kiss you?” The words stumbled out before he could stop them.

Remy smiled even brighter “Yes! Please!! Finally!”

Remus grinned back at them before leaning in and-

There have been far too many times when both of their’s privacy have been forced away from them against their will.

Let’s let them have this moment to themself, shall we.

#glow eyes #mini fic #thanks for the ask! #sanders sides #theyre ok with questions tho. it was just this moment they got to have for themself #remsleep #rem^2

[ackalice]

Tell me about your OCs 👀👀

I GOTTA TURN ANON OFF SO I CAN THANK YOU PERSONALLY FOR ASKING AAA

but yes, ANYWAY- there are MANY (I wasn't joking when I said 44), so im just gonna go and pick one randomly real quick..

OOO CAMILA AND THOMAS!!

These two are the most lovey dovey couple IN THE WORLD. Prove them wrong, I dare you.

Camila Chameleon is a rich city girl that is a VERY very popular actor. She's acted in multiple movies, TV shows, and even voice acted a few times. She is 23, shes Filipino, loves pastels, and is the girliest mf out there. Prefers skirts and shorts over pants, will kill for a long and flowy dress, all the works. She's a rather short and stout woman who has nothing but confidence in her appearance. She's got thick, wavy black hair that reaches all the way to her knees and light caramel skin.

Her one downfall is how much of a people pleaser she is. Not to her fans, of course. Her career would be over years go if she was. No, she is a massive people pleaser to OTHER famous people and, more specifically, potential suitors.

This behavior wasn't always prominent in her day-to-day. It mostly came from her ever so doting mother who is CONSTANTLY hovering over her daughters shoulder whenever she gets the chance. (her mother doesnt have a name yet bear with me-) She isn't overprotective...well maybe a little bit, but the main thing she pushes Camila for is a husband. To quote, "carry on the bloodline" or some shit.

Cam always knew it was bull but she still took it to heart and is constantly in and out of relationships because of it. This brought many boyfriends, fiance's, and even one husband, but no one ever stayed. For one reason or another they always broke up. Without fail.

Her experience in dating gave her information, however. Information on which men were lazy and which men were hard-working, things like that. Camila got used to being able to tell what someone was like upon meeting them. So when she finally met Thomas, she was thrown for a loop.

Thomas Frantein is a VERY wealthy writer that got his start from an ongoing best selling series! He gives off this charismatic aura that basically brings in any and all singles in the area. He's actually quite feminine(like hell hes going to tell or show anyone though), he loves to listen to classical music, and has a tiny pet Pomeranian named Nani. Though he is still single himself, he isn't really searching for anything like that just yet. Got that loner wolf vibe, y'know.

But little does everyone else know that is actually a clever little facade. He avoids relationships bc he's an undercover police officer currently pursuing a well known gang in the city.

Tom is actually a very lovey person. He wants so bad to have someone to pour all his love and affection into! It's just his job that prevents him from doing so. Too dangerous. Also, how the hell would he explain what he does during the night without driving them away? No way jose. He gets attached way too easily to let even the possibility of his significant other getting involved and hurt to happen.

That is, until he meets Camila.

Cam's first thoughts on him was "why the hell can I not read this dude". Her first impression instincts were thrown out the window because she couldn't decide whether he was a loner or whether he was gay. Legit. She immediately saw him and went: Gay. No doubt. But then he made a light flirt at one of the girls passing him which made him take up all of Camila's attention.

He was really interesting! His fashion sense was really different from anyone else she had met, his hair was just long enough for him to pull it into a puffy ponytail, and his eyelashes were long as hell.

So she interacts with him, they end up getting into all sorts of shenanigans involving her mother, his father, the gang, both of their careers, and their slowly growing feelings for each other.

GODDAMN I DIDN'T MEAN TO WRITE SO MUCH BUT THIS WAS SO FUN TO GET OFF MY CHEST HOLY HELL-

Thank you, again, for giving me an excuse to ramble! There's obviously more to the story but I don't wanna go off in one tumblr post. It could easily be stretched into a book if I wanted it to be one.

#THEM!! #MY BABIES #oc #ask #oc story

[lettuce-gremlin]

Oh god I gotta put together my little gay outfit for a cookout tonight

#two friends have graduated and one is moving #so we're having a final cookout before she goes #and most of the folks there are 1. lgbt and 2. vaccinated #so like... i actually gotta dress to impress y'know? #nevermind that I'm gonna see her again in like two weeks #because I'm also going to the same place #that's not important

[polyghostfacehours]

okay, okay, here me out, ACTOR!FEMALE!s/o and poly ghostface reacting to seeing ACTOR!s/o’s boobies on a movie.

HAH! This was a fun little scenario. Decided to do a little drabble!

TW: Very mild NSFW. Mentions of breasts.

Poly!Ghostface x Actress!Reader - Boobies

You were practically vibrating in your seat. Your latest movie had just come out and lo and behold, you had starred not only in your first horror film but your first lead role. Not as the Final Girl, but as the primary antagonist: a poltergeist girl who was haunting a kind, unassuming young man. The movie itself was particularly gorey, but was also artistic in the same way arthouse splatter flicks like Suspiria were. You were excited to hear the opinions of your boyfriends, particularly Billy's as he tended to have harsher ones.

The smell of fresh popcorn drifted into your nose, and the blanket you were currently snuggled under felt warm. You had kept glancing over at the two during the course of the film, carefully observing any changes in Billy's deadpan reaction or smiling at Stu's whoops and hell yeah!'s every time someone was horribly ripped apart.

It was the climax of the film now, and your character was straddling the final guy who, in a chilling plot twist, had just been revealed to be a serial killer who had actually killed you years before the events of the film. You had slaughtered those close to him to get your revenge, cornering him in the very forest your character had met her demise as a haunting, discordant track played. Billy's eyebrows had raised, and you could tell he was impressed - or at the very least pleased - at the heel-face turn the film had taken. Stu was watching with his mouth slightly agape, enraptured with the plot.

Your character, now fingering the straps of the white sundress she wore, began to pull it down. The purpose of that being to show the giant, grotesque, stitched-up wound that went from groin to sternum. Your character wasn't wearing a bra, however, and your bloody breasts were exposed as you slid the upper half of the dress down to pool around your hips. It was a haunting scene, certainly not meant to titillate an audience, but nonetheless you hear Billy's breath hitch beside you. Before you could say anything though, Stu's voice rings out.

"Holy shit. That's so hot."

You whip your head over to him to see him grinning at you, and you roll your eyes. Of course, the sight of your bloodied breasts and mutilated torso would get them going, you should've known better.

"it's not supposed to be hot, it's supposed to be shocking."

You feel Billy's hand on your thigh and when you turn your body to look at him with an unamused expression, you see a smarmy smirk on his lips. His eyes trail down to your chest before coming back up to meet you in a heated gaze and he lowers his voice an octave.

"Well, consider us shocked. So shocked, in fact, that I think I've gotta..." he reaches over to click the pause button "Stop it right there. Take a breather, y'know."

"Yeah, I'm scared Y/N. Can you hold me?" You hear Stu ask in a sickeningly sweet manner, coming up behind you to rest his head on your shoulder and wrap his long arms around you.

A sigh escapes you as you glance over at the paused image of your bare abdomen. Guess you were gonna have to wait until much later to hear their opinion on the film.

#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #slashers x reader #slasher x reader #slasher imagines #billy loomis imagines #stu macher imagine #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface

[citrinesparkles]

now we just sway part three.

jason todd x gender neutral reader. 1,199 words. notes: i wanna preface this by admitting i took some liberties with the actual dancing- ballroom was never my forté, and i do not have enough training to properly describe a waltz. (though, i have a feeling y'all aren't here for performance-accurate choreo.) part one here, part two here, title from sway by blue october warnings: none as far as i know!

okay, so, in retrospect: this whole dance thing? not your best decision.

it meant making sure both your apartment and your nice sweatpants were clean in an attempt to seem casually put together, like he didn't already know better.

it meant realizing that you'd never broken in the nice shoes you'd bought a few months prior- the only pair you owned that would work for a wayne gala- but that would be fine, right?

it meant jumping out of your skin when your doorbell rang right on time.

it meant that your heart performed an impressive backflip and stuck the landing only to dissolve into a melted puddle when you opened the door and found him in a casual, soft t shirt and sweatpants combo with a warm smile to top it off. "hey."

you sighed heavily, stepping aside to let him in and leaning heavily against the door in the process. "c'mon, ballerina boy. let's get this over with."

"what, not looking forward to it?"

you swung the door closed with a soft click, leading him into the living room. "i'm not looking forward to stepping on your toes. literally."

"don't worry, i grabbed the thickest shoes i own," he teased, setting his keys and phone on the coffee table you had slid out of the way. "plenty of cushion."

"the dress shoes and sweatpants thing is an interesting statement, i'll give you that."

"you're just jealous that i-" he glanced at your own shoes and sweatpants, playfully smug- "can make it work."

you rolled your eyes. "yeah, well, some of us don't get to look good in everything."

it earned you a startled laugh; a nice change from his usual unshakable wit.

--

"ready to start?"

"ready is a strong word, todd."

"so grumpy. what, you afraid you'll learn something?"

it wasn't the learning you were afraid of, not that you'd tell him that.

for one thing, you really were nervous about stepping on his toes.

for another, you were afraid of breaking the comfortable, teasing rhythm you found yourselves in. afraid that if you stepped into his orbit, the pull may truly be too strong to escape.

it was one thing to swallow butterflies and mask surges of affection with playful eyerolls from across the room, but up close and personal? more challenging, especially considering you were trying to hide from the protégé of the batman himself.

"hey," he called, snapping you out of your thoughts. his smile was shifting from playful to reassuring, warmth seeping from him and threatening to melt you all over again. "c'mon, we'll go slow."

he offered you his left hand, steady and confident.

you laid your right palm over it, trying not to focus on the feeling of warm, calloused skin, or the way his fingers squeezed your hand.

"there we go. now your hand on my shoulder-" he nudged his right shoulder forward slightly, an open invitation you carefully took- "and mine on your waist. this good?"

"this is good," you responded, a little more honestly than he would realize. yes, it was unnerving holding and being held by the majority shareholder of your heart, but his hands were gentle despite the visible wear and tear and his movements were cautious and slow. doing what he could to make you comfortable.

he looked down, shifting slightly before clearing his throat. "okay. so here's where things get tricky."

"oh, joy."

"i figure i'll lead, because i actually know what i'm doing, so i'll start by stepping forward with my right foot like this-" he shifted forwards, watching his shoes and nudging the toe of yours gently- "and you'll step your left foot back to make room."

"like this?"

"yeah, that's good. step back onto the ball of your foot- yep, perfect. now," he said, glancing up at you and nodding to his left, "other foot that way."

you stepped sideways slowly, him mirroring your movement.

"just like that. now just step in, bring your left foot right."

"hm?"

"that's it!" his gaze jumped back up to meet yours, a goofy hint of a smile on his face. "half a box step down. now we just gotta do it backwards."

"you're kidding, right?"

"uh... no. sorry."

you sighed. he didn't look sorry, and you pointed it out under your breath, ignoring the cute little laugh he gave you in return before guiding you into the reverse.

--

"-and he does this thing- i've told you about the grumble thing before," jason paused, pointing his water bottle at you in a silent question and mimicking your nod before taking a sip and continuing. "so he does the grumble thing with his voice, right, trying to figure out who hired this guy and he must have had a death wish or something because he flips him- bruce- off."

"seriously?"

"dead serious. he flips him off and goes-" he raises his voice to a nasally, high tone- "your mom hired me."

a quiet hiss escaped your lips. "ouch."

"yeah, he had a bad time after that."

"did you ever find out who hired him?"

he pushed up off the couch, stretching towards the ceiling with a groan. "not yet, but i'm sure bruce'll know by the time i get home. he said he had a lead this morning."

"well," you followed suit, setting your water off to the side. "sounds like you'll have your work cut out for you tonight."

"usually do," he sighed. "alright, break time's over. back to ballroom bootcamp."

you laughed, quickly covering it with a serious expression as he glanced up. "right. time to be serious."

"mhm," he mumbled dubiously, making you giggle again. "yeah, you sound very serious."

"you just said ballroom bootcamp, jason. what did you expect?"

he rolled his eyes, closing his water bottle and tossing it onto the couch. "c'mere, let's run through the basics one more time and then we'll call it a day, yeah?"

--

"well," he said, bringing his feet to a stand-still, but continuing to sway back and forth. "there's the basics."

you smiled, matching his movement. "i guess that wasn't awful."

"no?"

"nope."

a soft smirk spread over his features, something you could only describe as smugly affectionate. "so does that mean i win?"

you rolled your eyes and sighed again, his smugness becoming even more evident as you stalled. "you're the worst, y'know that?"

"is that a yes?"

"yes, jason," you huffed playfully, biting back a smile at the hopefulness in his tone, "you win."

"i'm mature enough to spare you the 'i told you so', but-"

"you told me so?"

"a little."

you laughed quietly, dropping your eyes to your shoes and enjoying the silence for a few moments.

"so," he started cautiously, quietly, pulling your attention back to his eyes- which were soft, and if you didn't know better, you would have sworn he looked nervous. "does that mean you'll come?"

"wasn't that the deal?"

"well- i mean, yes, but-"

"yes, i'll be there."

his grin came back full force, dazzling and warm, the kind that you wished you could put in a bottle and open on bad days to make everything better. "cool."

"cool?"

"cool." he nodded happily.

#citrine writes #this post brought to u by snacks #art vlogs #and angel and emi putting up with me whining about writers block #the mvps #ugh everyone pretend its still his birthday? #thank u #jason todd #dc #imagines #dc imagines #dc imagine #jason todd imagine #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #so sick of looking at this hsjfhdk #gn reader

[hatterstan-shameblog]

Nobody asked for this but I'm gonna do it anyways...

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Fluff Alphabet: Takeru/Aguni Edition

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A = Attractive what do they find attractive about the other?

Takeru: only reason he let Aguni wear regular clothes and not swimwear is because he saw ARM in that tank top and was like "oh damn okay 😳." So, y'know, that. (And he'll never admit it but he kinda likes how Aguni is a little bit taller than he is....) Also likes that Aguni has a really dry, deadpan sense of humor—he ways finds a way to make Takeru laugh, even when he's not really trying.

Aguni: I think the physical aspect of things wasn't really a make-or-break for him at first—like, yeah, Takeru's a good-looking guy, but that's secondary. He liked how Takeru is such a live-wire, very loud and colorful and seemingly fearless, no matter what kind of trouble they got into. (But also...he likes the hair. That's a thing for him.)

B = Baby do they want a family? why/why not?

Takeru: If they end up with one somehow, then, sure. But, like. He's not going out of his was to make it a thing. (But also, he has his cat, Ziggy, who he calls his baby, so...)

Aguni: Would secretly love to be a dad but is too worried he might mess the kid up or something. Is more than happy to be 'unofficial parent' to the neighborhood kids, though. Handing out ice pops to the kids that show up at the shop, keeping an eye out and telling them to get home before dark, maybe even showing one or two of them how to throw a better curveball...you know. Real Hallmark channel shit. (And yes, for those who were wondering: Ziggy the cat loves him and often curls up on his lap while he watches TV)

C = Cuddle how do they cuddle?

They don't really "cuddle" outside of bed. Just kinda sit next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, no big deal. But in bed, Aguni lies on his back with his arm sorta outstretched while Takeru...well, my man is worm on a string but OFF the string, he just flops all sorts of ways and a lot of them don't look comfortable but he falls asleep in minutes so whatever.

D = Dates what are dates with them like?

I don't think they do "dates"—they've got a long-term thing going on, so they often end up on the couch eating takeout and watching movies. I think they'd go to the movie theater sometimes (and talk shit for the entire film lol) and every once in a while grab dinner somewhere nice...but, usually because they have some cool limited-time-only dessert item that Takeru insists they try. (And Aguni pretends to be upset about having to get dressed up and go out, but is actually rather pleased to have a little romance...and get something to satisfy his sweet tooth.)

E = Everything you are my ____ (e.g my life, my world…)

Aguni: Emergency Medical Contact

Takeru: Co-Signer On The Apartment Lease

F = Feelings when did they know they were falling in love?

Takeru: About a week after Aguni (drunkenly) confessed his crush. Literally spent a whole week like, "Wow, it's a shame I don't love him back. He's so kind and handsome and smart and funny...too bad, I guess..." until one night he sat up straight in bed and said "Hold up." He then immediately called Aguni and began demanding why Aguni didn't tell him he was in love with him this whole time.

Aguni: They had been friends since they were kids, so it's hard to say when his feelings went from "you're my best friend" to something different. But, once he figured it out, he swore never to mention it because that could complicate their friendship.

G = Gentle are they gentle? If so, how?

Takeru: Yes and no. He's got a bad case of "grabby hands" and often yanks Aguni to and fro to look at something or whatever. Just zero respect for the man's personal space. But otherwise...I imagine he's not particularly rough or gentle, just kind of normal. EXCEPT when it comes to the emotional stuff—like, the real heavy things. I think he's very gentle with that, not asking too many questions and just sort of taking care of him where he can.

Aguni: Generally gentle—physically, emotionally, whatever. But I do think that he's confrontational, like when there's an issue, he comes straight out and asks Takeru what's going on. Even corners him, sometimes. He seems like a "no bullshit" guy, and since Takeru is "Mr. 99% Bullshit" he's gotta deal with it as best he can.

H = Hand/Hold how do they like to hold hands?

The only time they "hold hands" is when Takeru is grabbing Aguni's wrist to drag him somewhere (or run away lol) and when Aguni is pulling Takeru's hand back to stop him from touching something...

I = Impression first impression/s

I headcanon that they met very young, like grade school age. After school, in the park, where Takeru was chilling in a tree and Aguni walked by and he was like "Hey, there's a spider up here, wanna see?" and Aguni is like "Not really, I don't like bugs..." Now, Takeru, being "weird bug kid extraordinaire" can't believe his strange little ears and hops down from the tree and starts explaining why bugs are so cool and that Aguni is wrong...and Aguni listens as this funky, tiny firecracker just talks his damn ear off. Aguni liked how excited Takeru got about things, and Takeru liked how Aguni actually listened to him. And they were fast friends after that!

J = Joker are they into pulling pranks?

Takeru fucks around all the time...and doesn't often find out, because Aguni tolerates all his antics. (To a certain point, but still.) Every once in a while, Aguni will tell some harmless little lie just to watch Takeru freak out—he told him once that Lady Gaga was leaving the music scene forever, and Takeru screamed so loud the neighbors filed a noise complaint.

K = Kisses how do they kiss?

I think they most often do quick pecks—at the breakfast table, when they get home from work. You know. Domestic stuff. But when it's not like that...I think 9/10 times it's Takeru initiating, and Aguni reciprocates by wrapping his arms around him in a big hug (because he likes it but also to keep that skinny little weirdo from wiggling so damn much, he's always moving, he can't just be still—)

L = Love who says I love you first?

Neither! I don't think they really say it at all! Why say something that doesn't need to be said? (At least, that's how they see it...)

M = Memory their favorite moment together

Aguni: It's not really a memory, but...just how they have breakfast together some mornings. Sipping coffee, discussing whatever's going on in the world, the general "togetherness" that comes with it is one of his favorite feelings.

Takeru: The time they spent a full 24 hours in a karaoke booth singing 80's hits and knocking back tequila shots and ordering way too much food.

N = Nickel do they spoil? do they buy the person they love everything?

Takeru: Absolutely buys stuff for Aguni all the time. Mostly random snacks, or little knick-knacks that catch his eye. And also clothes, but...Aguni doesn't always approve.

Aguni: Doesn't buy Takeru stuff BUT leaves vases of flowers he grew on the table for Takeru to find.

O = Orange what color reminds them of their other half

Anything bright and obnoxious reminds Aguni of Takeru—red in particular, which also happens to be Takeru's favorite. And Takeru thinks Aguni has calm and soothing blue-green vibes. Like the ocean, beautiful and serene, but also dark and capable of incredible destruction.

P = Petnames what pet names do they use?

Takeru: All of them. Darling, babe, sweetheart (but he calls everyone those lol). Aguni-specific ones are always over-the-top and ridiculous like "brightest star in all of the heavens..." and he always gets an eye-roll for his efforts.

Aguni: Absolutely does not use pet names. Just says "hey you" or something. Once called Takeru "babe" and Takeru had to stop washing dishes and sit down because he was laughing so hard.

Q = Quaint what is their favorite non-modern thing?

Takeru: I feel like he would collect a ton of vintage stuff—clothes, records, just random little bits and bobs he comes across. But his favorite is definitely his record player—it belonged to his dad, and he keeps it in a place of honor in the hat shop.

Aguni: A set of very old and well-cared-for gardening tools. Takeru got them for him for his birthday, and he legit treasures them.

R = Rainy Day what do they like to do on a rainy day?

Lay on the couch and do literally nothing. Takeru gets the left end, Aguni takes the right, and they binge trash TV shows all day. (And also they make box-mix brownies and eat them straight out of the pan. It's "their thing.")

S = Sad how do they cheer themselves/each other up

Takeru: Aside from all his self-destrictive behaviors (binge-drinking, dangerous situations, etc.) he just really needs a good laugh. And Aguni somehow always manages to make him laugh with an unexpected, deadpan comment. Also, he makes Takeru actually talk through his problems instead of ignoring them...

Aguni: if he's in a bad mood, you just need to let him work through it on his own. He hates being "talked down to" and feels that most attempts at cheering up are cheap, so most people don't attempt. Buf...Takeru is not "most people" and breaks out his most ridiculous jokes to try to get Aguni to crack a smile.

T = Talking what do they love to talk about?

Other people! You know Takeru is the "XOXO Gossip Girl" of the neighborhood, but Aguni...he's like a little old church lady and ADORES hearing all the latest drama.

U = Unencumbered What helps them relax?

Both of them have the same method of relaxation and it's...bubble baths! Aguni does a basic, skin soothing soak and just hangs out in the warm water with a book or maybe just his thoughts to keep him company. But Takeru? He's got some fancy bath soaps, and he takes in a glass of wine and lights a few candles and does a face mask and it's a whole EVENT.

V - Very thoughts about each other

Takeru: Thinks Aguni needs to loosen up and take more risks...but also just loves the guy to pieces.

Aguni: Kinda wishes Takeru would calm tf down sometimes...but also knows that it's just how the guy is and wouldn't dare change him.

W = Wedding when, how, where do they propose?

They're not really the marrying type! They just have a mutual understanding of commitment and that's that.

(But if they did have a wedding... I think it would be a relatively small affair with all their closest friends and family. Like a dinner party, but somewhere extra nice and with lots of good food and alcohol. Intimate and meaningful, with just enough "extra" to satisfy Takeru.)

X = Xylophone What’s their song?

"Total Eclipse of the Heart" because they hid out in a karaoke booth (different from the 24-hour event that Takeru cherishes so much) to es ape the Yakuza and Takeru sang it over and over to pass the time.

Y = You the ___ to my ___ (e.g the cookies to my milk, the macaroni to my cheese)

"Breaking" to my "Entering." The "Assault" to my "Battery." (They both hate this sort of thing and try to come up with the worst answers possible lol)

Z = Zebra if they wanted a pet, what pet would they get?

They already have the cat, Ziggy, who is their perfect little angel.

#alice in borderland #hatter #danma takeru #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #imawa no kuni no arisu #writings and such #hatter/aguni #aguni morizono

[electrozeistyking]

ROYAL BLOOPERS

I occasionally create an AU of an AU where everything's relatively the same.... except that it's like a movie thing and has bloopers. So introducing the Royal Bloopers AU (Royalty AU). Sit back and prepare to look at this nonsense. @melodyofthevoid look what i did

THROUGHOUT THE AU:

- Zib constantly trips on his cape. Gaz and Tak constantly make bets on how many times he's going to trip on that damn thing by the time they're done filming.

They always underestimate just how clumsy Zib is.

- Red and Purple constantly make snarky comments off screen.

- Dib will occasionally abruptly start dancing or make silly faces whilst standing in his "mirror" (it's essentially a small room with a little window and it looks like a mirror; they use special effects for the fading effect).

- Zib looks really dumb without the special effects for his magic. There are some outtakes where he does some goofy poses and pretends to do magic.

BLOOPERS SPECIFICALLY FOR:

A ROYAL DANCE - Dib dropped the glass of water and broke it. They had to clean it up before they could continue with that scene. No one will let him forget that.

- Zim and Dib constantly screwing up the dance scene by tripping over each other.

WHEN I AM DEAD, I'LL JOIN THEIR RANKS (holy shit this title though) - For the scene where Zib held the bird out the window so it could fly off, it wouldn't. Very lazy bird. Didn't feel like flying.

THE CALM BEFORE - The only eventful thing that happened while filming for this one is that Red fell off of Purple's lap.

EVERY DAY ANOTHER LOSS -oh no this one’s blank

SHATTERED TRUST - All we see is Gir walking on screen, standing beside Zib, and lifting one of his legs.

ONE LAST CHANCE - this one’s blank too

DRESS TO IMPRESS - Dib and Zib got stuck in their dresses.

GAZ: "Oh bleep... could we get some help over here?" ZIB: "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING? MAKE IT NOT HAPPEN-"

THIS DAY ARIA - "I'll admit I'm not much for superstition, black cats and broken... br-broken... hahaha!"

OUTTAKES:

- There was a kissing scene that didn't make the final cut because Zim was way too giggly.

- Zib standing in Dib's "mirror" at one point in time where Dib's not in it and saying: "Oh bleep, I've trapped myself."

- Dib looked straight at the camera whilst standing in his "mirror" at another point in time and said: "This is my realm, and it is now dance time." He then proceeded to dance like disco's still a thing. (Hey man, when you're trapped in a mirror, you gotta amuse yourself somehow.)

- Zib accidentally fell down while delivering one of his lines, and off screen Gaz could be heard saying: "Watch your footing, Your Highness!"

- Membrane saying "Well bleep" after one of the times Zib trips on his cape. Zib soon got up to whirl around and (doing his best impression of Membrane) say: "FOUL LANGUAGE DETECTED!"

- There is a part where Melody herself can be seen talking with Zim about the end of This Day Aria, but unfortunately the audio cuts out before any juicy details (or spoilers) can be revealed.

- Zim wearing Zib's cape and saying: "I am ZIIIIIIIB!"

- A short outtake in which Dib lightly slaps Zib in the face, and Zib, almost laughing, says: "I trapped you in a mirror, you have permission to do your worst." Though Dib seems a little reluctant (he asks Zib if he's sure), he pulls his hand back, presumably to "do his worse". The last thing we hear in this outtake is Melody, off screen, saying: "Oh my God this is actually happening."

- Tak and Gaz dancing like idiots, and laughing their asses off about it. For some reason. Don't know why.

- An exchange between Zib and Zim that didn't make the final cut, mainly because Zim always starts laughing halfway through the exchange. At one point, sounding as though he's on the verge of tears, Zib announces that "this is the fortieth take" and he can't keep doing this. He then proceeds to exit the scene whilst Zim starts choking on his laughter.

(Zim's just a giggly boy okay-)

COMMENTARY?

Yeah, I went there. Meet the commentary section of Royal Bloopers, but y'know... there's no real commentary. This is more like "What you can probably expect listening to commentary for the Royalty AU".

- It's just Gaz, Dib, Zim, Zib and Melody at the start. Tak shows up on The Calm Before, and Purple shows up for a little bit on Every Day Another Loss.

- Gaz always says a number near the end of each part they're commenting on. Zim, confused over what that means, finally asks about it near the end of This Day Aria. Turns out the number Gaz says at the end of each part is all the times Zib tripped on his cape whilst filming for that part in particular. It also turns out Zib didn't know that Gaz was keeping track.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13

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TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.

A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

As usual, my beta is @miscmarvelwritings . I love her.

"Nice digs, Cupcake."

"Nice ride, Tin Man."

The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout. 

In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.

I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.

"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.

"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.

I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.

"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment. 

"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles. 

"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.

"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.

"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.

"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."

Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.

"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!

Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.

The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.

Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."

"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.

"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.

"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.

Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall. 

The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks. 

"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.

"How so?"

"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."

Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.

"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.

I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.

I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.

"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.

Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"

I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."

"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."

"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."

We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.

"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.

"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.

The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."

I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again. 

"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."

That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.

"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.

"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.

He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check. 

I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought. 

Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.

"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."

My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.

"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.

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Hard Candy (~Misfits AU~)

Chapter 26: New York, Baby

Warning: Strong language, smut (sort of?), alcohol, mention of death

(Hard Candy Masterlist)

- Nervous? - I watched Nathan sweating and checking his seatbelt again.

- Me? Nervous? You clearly don't knoooo - he fought a gag - don't know me...

- Have you ever been on a plane before?

- No.

- Take this - I handed him a Dramamine - it's not a big deal, flying is actually nice.

- How can it be nice, baby? This goes against the very laws of nature.

- Nathan... Even if this plane did crash, you wouldn't die.

- But you would!

- No, I wouldn't - I rolled my eyes - I could make a force field around all of us, besides I have healing now.

- Oh, yeah...

- Just relax, Simon would've never let us get into a plane that's gonna crash, he would know - I covered both of us with a blanket - let's watch a movie, soon dinner will be here, we can get a drink...

- D'you think we could... Y'know - he waggled his brows with that childish smile.

- Aw, Nats - I grimaced - those bathrooms are really small, one person can barely fit right.

- Who said anythin' about bathrooms, Lollipop? - He purred as his hand slowly moved between my legs.

- And you say I'm the sexual deviant? 

- If you want me to stop, you just gotta say so...

- Don't you dare - I leaned back, spreading my legs.

- That's what I thought - he whispered before kissing over my jawline.

The last few months have been absolutely insane. I managed to record all the tracks for my album and post-production was in full swing. It's been a lot of effort and hard work, but it was worth it. 

Nathan has been mostly acting as my unofficial personal assistant, he helps me around with whatever I need and keeps me company during studio sessions and such. 

We were currently in the process of buying my flat. At first, we wanted to get a bigger place in West London, but we both realized we just love that tiny little flat filled with memories. 

Curtis and Nikki have been traveling the world, her new ability to speak any language has been very useful so far. We barely saw them after Christmas, but luckily they were able to join us on our family trip to New York.

Kelly got herself a job as a mechanical engineer with her new tech aptitude power. She never set foot in college, but the people at the company were so impressed by her insane skills, that they didn't think twice, she was making some serious cash...

We all told Alisha she could become a detective with her new clairvoyance power, but she wanted nothing to do with crime anymore. She decided to become a model instead, and honestly... She's amazing at it, I think that's her true calling.

Simon has been working on his movies. He's currently producing and editing a ton of short films, which I showed to Brendan, so now Si is officially in charge of my music videos. 

- Y'know, you were right, Lyddie - Nathan pulled my suitcase from the boot of the cab - flyin' is actually cool. And have you seen those lights? That's the brightest shit I've ever seen!

- Yeah, I know.

We would be staying at the Riu Plaza, my recommendation, being the honorary New Yorker of the bunch. Nathan carried me into the room on his back, looking around mesmerized. 

- This place is nice! Right posh, baby...

- I can't believe we're actually here - he put me down and I ran to the window, trying to catch a glimpse of one of the theaters.

- So, what d'you wanna do first? - Nathan held me, looking over my shoulder at that beautiful concrete jungle.

- I don't know, this is the land of possibilities... - My eyes were filled with tears.

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- This is gonna look great - Alisha held a short strapless red dress in front of  me. 

- Look at the price, Lisha - I glanced at the tag - this is obscene.

- Lyds, you deserve something nice, it's not like you can't pay for it. 

- Well, I do need a new dress for our anniversary...

- Anniversary? Already? 

- Yeah, it seems like it was yesterday... That Nathan asked me to be his girlfriend.

- How was it? You never told anyone - she followed me to the dressing room.

- It was that night you were zombified by the Virtue bitch, we were eating wank sock pizza.

- What? 

- It was a whole thing, Kelly ended up telling him about the time travel, we had this long talk about feelings and shit, and he asked me.

- Not exactly romantic...

- It's Nathan, he's not so big on romance, but I don't mind, I like the way he does things.

After we bought the dress, Alisha tried to drag me to Bloomingdales, but I didn't want to burn my money on more brand name clothing, it was never my style. 

- Lyds, are you sure you don't wanna look around a bit more? - Alisha tried to pull me away as I walked to my room.

- Why have you been trying to keep me out, Lisha? Is there something wrong?

- Keeping you out? What are you talking about?

- Lisha...

- You're being paranoid, Lyddie!

- Then you won't mind if I... - I used my card to unlock the door and walked in.

- How do I get away with it? - Nathan whispered - I think people are gonna notice...

- This is New York, mate - Kelly said - weird shit happens all the time.

- She's right, I've seen a rat the size of a Chihuahua today - Nikki commented.

- What is going on here? - I asked - What are you trying to get away with, Nate?

- Lollipop! I thought you went to Macy's with Alisha... - He gave her a death glare.

- We did - Alisha mumbled - but she wanted to come back.

- And you didn't see that comin', Barry? - Nathan turned to Simon.

- Can anyone tell me what's happening? - I started to get scared, with the  amount of shit we've been through...

- Looks like you ruined the surprise - Nathan shook his head - we're... All goin' to Rock of Ages later. 

- Why did you need to get me away from the hotel for that?

- Someone call the police! I wanted to surprise my girlfriend! Send me back to community service...

- Aw, Natty... Is this because of tomorrow?

- Tomorrow? What's tomorrow? - He looked at me with fake surprise.

- Nathan! - I laughed.

- What? I forgot! 

- Oh, did you? Don't you remember a year ago, this lanky prick asked to be my boyfriend?

I honestly thought it was adorable that Nathan went through all this trouble just to surprise me. And of course I was freaking out over watching Rock of Ages live! So far I've only seen the monstrosity of a movie adaptation...

When the night came I was all pumped, I got all dressed up and dragged Nathan to the lobby. The theatre was very close to the hotel, literally crossing the street, but I didn't wanna be late for my first Broadway show.

- What is this about? - Simon asked as we walked into the theater.

- It's a love story told through '80s rock.

- This is so cool - Curtis mused at the elaborate set.

- Oy, mate! - Kelly noticed a techie struggling with the sound table in the back - Need some help with that?

- Is it just like you imagined? - Nathan held my hand.

- No... It's so much better!

When the lights dimmed and the music started, I was sure that this was in fact what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I've never seen anything so fantastical, it was like the world outside stopped existing.

Everyone else seemed to enjoy it as well, Nathan was nearly drooling over the half-naked girls on stage as "Anyway You Want It/I Wanna Rock" started...

- Jesus, looks like I picked the right show, Barry! - He giggled quietly.

Simon was completely flustered, debating between looking at Alisha or the stage, it was really funny.

When the show was over, I was ready to rush outside, but Simon just stared at the stage for a while, like something was still happening.

- Come on, Si, I wanna stage door - I called - I need Kerry Butler and Mitchell Jarvis to autograph my Playbill... Simon? You there?

- Yeah, sorry - he shook his head.

- Were you having a vision?

- It was you, here...

- What do you mean?

- You were on stage, but you were wearing this blue uniform... You had brown hair and glasses.

- Really? - I widened my eyes - Did you see any pies, by chance?

- Yeah, loads of them. How do you know?

- Can't believe this! 

- Is this good?

- You have no idea, Simon... No idea!

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I woke up in a cold sweat, looked at the clock. It was almost 1 p.m.

- Damn it... Nathan! Nathan?

The bed was empty, but it still smelled like him. He wasn't in the bathroom either, so I tried to call, but his phone was switched off.

I started to worry, maybe something happened, maybe the problems followed us all the way to America and he was in danger...

When I was about to leave and gather the gang to sort things out, I noticed... A piece of paper under his pillow, a blue card with a gold rim: "Lollipop, can't believe it's been a year since you said yes to this screw-up. Come to that patio next to the New World Stages for a surprise".

The place he mentioned was only three blocks away, it was a cute little place with lots of tables, each of them with a blue umbrella in the center. It was between an off-Broadway theater and a building so incredibly high that I couldn't even see the top of it.

- Hi, Lyddie - Nathan waved - thought you wouldn't find the note...

- You switched off my alarm clock, what did you expect? - I joined him at the table.

- I wanted you well-rested, we have a long day ahead of us.

- Really? I hope we have time for my plans too.

- What are these plans? - He nuzzled my hair - Are they sexy plans?

- They can be, but there's a place I wanna take you after the show tonight.

- That reminds me, I almost forgot your surprise... 

Nathan waved his hand towards the table and a picnic basket appeared out of thin air. With another flourish a red rose materialized in his hand, he gently placed it in my hair. 

- Since when are you so romantic?

- I need to step up my game if I wanna keep ya... Even more now that you're about to become famous. You'll get blokes throwin' themselves at you left and right... Probably better lookin', richer, and with bigger cocks than me.

- Maybe, but I only love you.

The answer clearly surprised him, I guess Nathan is still not used to people saying they love him. I wonder if he ever heard it from anyone that wasn't his mum... Maybe that's why he's like this, he feels the only way to get attention is to demand it.

- I love you too - he mumbled as he opened the basket.

There was an entire feast in there, Nathan might not know how to cook, but his power certainly does: steaks with scalloped potatoes, sauteed carrots, red wine, and for dessert, banoffee pie.

- I feel like Simon had some say in this menu... - I finished the last bit of my pie - All my favorite foods.

- He might've helped... Just a little.

- I loved it, it was perfect.

- Well, what d'you say we take a little walk to help with digestin' all this?

- Sounds good.

I took Nathan's arm as we made our way to Times Square. I've always been a little scared of that place, but now with all our powers combined, nothing scared me anymore. 

The lights, the people, the sounds... That place was magical, especially if you ignore the scammers and such, but we were used to that back home. Nathan tried to keep his cool, but he looked like a child, amazed by the huge signs and colorful stores.

- I always thought it would be smaller - he said as we sat on the famous red stairs above the TKTS stand.

- Why? 

- It doesn't look very big on the telly.

- You're right, I feel like this place could eat me alive, and I would love every second of it.

- I might be imaginin' things here, Lollipop, but... I feel like you'd like to stay.

- It wouldn't be so bad, would it?

- I knew it! - He poked my shoulder - I knew the moment we set foot here, you'd wanna stay.

- But we can't, at least not now - I snuggled closer to him - I have to tour, we just bought our flat, and all our friends and family are in Wertham.

- If we were to move here one day, where would you wanna live?

- That tiny building on the 47th, next to the playground.

- Wow, you had that answer waitin' in the wings, didn'tcha? - He chuckled - When were you gonna tell me?

- I wasn't. It's just a silly dream.

- It doesn't have to be. You know wherever you go, I'll follow. We don't need to  sell our flat, we can just go back and forth.

- Well, maybe one day.

The show started at 8, so we had plenty of time to wander around the city, get lost in its turns and hidden corners that fascinated me so much. 

After a walk around Central Park, some shopping at the Manhattan Mall, a visit to Ripley's Believe It or Not, Saks, and the Rockafeller Center, it was finally time to head to the Richard Rodgers Theatre. 

It felt so good to walk around knowing the chances of bumping into someone caught in the storm were nearly zero... We could almost feel normal there.

- Oh, look at that - Nathan nudged my arm when we arrived - I think I'm startin' to like these musicals after all.

- I knew you would, it's the perfect way to tell a story.

- Maybe one day they'll make a musical about us, huh? The Misfits.

- I doubt anyone would wanna hear our fucked up story, Nats...

In The Heights was everything I always imagined and so much more, sure I wish I could see Lin-Manuel Miranda as Usnavi, but Corbin Bleu was fantastic, not to mention... That man is fine!

- Wasn't that the fella from High School Musical? - Nathan furrowed his brows.

- Yeah, that's him... 

- Maybe I should give that look a try. Would you fancy me with a goatee? 

- There are very few men who can pull off a goatee and look hot while doing it, you're one of them.

- I'll work on it then... Where are we goin'?

- The subway, I still wanna take you to that special place.

Nathan spent the entire time asking me where I was taking him, but I didn't wanna ruin the surprise. It took us about 25 minutes to arrive and once we did, I covered his eyes and I guided him down the streets.

- Can't believe you're makin' me walk blindly around the Financial District... 

- Believe me, you're gonna like it - I giggled as we stopped - when was the last time you've been to Ireland?

- It's been a few years.

- Since we can't go to Ireland right now, maybe I can bring a little bit of Ireland to you...

I uncovered Nathan's eyes, letting him see where we were: the Stone Street, right in front of The Dubliner. The fairy lights and tiny flags made that place look like a dream, and just like everywhere else in New York, loads of people were there even though it was almost midnight.

Nathan's mouth dropped, his eyes lit up and he held me tightly, nearly jumping with excitement. I never thought he'd be so happy with my little gift.

- This is perfect! 

- Happy anniversary, you cocky bastard - I stroked his hair - now let's get ourselves some Guinness.

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That trip had been the best, I don't remember ever having so much fun.

It was our last night in New York, after we spent the day at Coney Island, we all went for dinner at Ellen's Stardust Diner. The food was great and on our way out, I got to buy Mamma Mia! tickets at the Winter Garden for the matinee before we had to leave for the airport the next day.

When I turned around, everyone was looking at me with the weirdest face,  smiling and whispering.

- Guys? - I looked back at them, puzzled.

Nathan took a deep breath and closed his eyes. My shirt and jeans became the most amazing '50s style red dress, and my hair was beautifully tied in a ponytail with a white ribbon.

- What's happening? - I looked around.

The entire space around us transformed into what I could only describe as a scene from Grease. The cars, the shops, everything was different. Nathan was wearing a white shirt with a leather jacket and holding an acoustic guitar. The street was taken by music, a song I knew very well and always made me smile:

"What's that playin' on the radio? Why do I start swayin' to and fro? I have never heard that song before But if I don't hear it anymore It's still familiar to me Sends a thrill right through me 'Cause those chords remind me of The night that I first fell in love to Those magic changes My heart arranges A melody that's never the same A melody that's calling your name"

I had no idea Nathan could play and sing like that, and he probably couldn't, but his power could. The rest of the gang just watched as if they were fully aware this was gonna happen... Soon everyone around stopped to check out the charming bloke serenading me.

I was turning red, but at the same time it was all so beautiful and sweet, I just couldn't feel embarrassed. 

My brain took a few seconds to catch up as the song ended and Nathan got on one knee in front of me. There was a collective gasp among the crowd when he quickly moved his fingers making a ring appear between them.

- Redacted Lydia Bellamy - Nate started, slightly nervous - y'know how shite I am at expressin' my feelings, I don't have a way with words like you do. I'm just a boy, a stupid boy who was lucky enough to find someone who could see the best in me. Someone who makes me feel loved. I'd have to be very dumb to let someone like this go, and I was. I let you go once, and again I was lucky, 'cause you decided to give this prick another chance and rewrite our lives in the best way possible. I never thought that stealin' some pick n' mix would eventually make me the happiest man alive, but I guess it was just a right person right time situation, so... Will you marry me, Lollipop?

- Yes... Yes! Yes! - I screamed in tears as everyone around cheered and celebrated.

Nathan put the ring on my finger, it fit perfectly inside the one he gave me last Christmas, as if they were one. He pulled me in for a kiss and when our lips crashed I felt so insanely grateful and lucky for everything, the good, the bad, and the weird. 

- Can't believe my little sister is engaged - Simon muttered as we walked back to the hotel - you better take care of her, Nathan!

- Alright, calm down! - Nathan put both hands up - No need to start with the threats. 

- Can't wait to get back to the room - I whispered next to his ear - you look so good as a greaser.

- I think we should all go for a drink first.

I was slightly frustrated by Nathan's rejection, but I guess a drink to celebrate would be nice, and I wanted to show off my outfit to as many people as possible. 

We ended up going to this bar right down the street from the hotel, I'm pretty sure it was a gay bar, but they didn't seem to mind us. In fact, I got so many compliments on my dress that it made the blue ovaries worth it.

- This has to be the most ridiculous drink ever - Curtis mocked as soon as Nathan got his glass.

- It's a tribute to my fiancé - his drink was a colorful mix in a martini glass, but instead of an olive, there was a blue lollipop as decoration.

- As long as it has alcohol... - Nikki took a sip from her pina colada.

Nathan was looking at me with a smirk, I was about to ask why when he took my hand and I felt a jolt coming from between my legs. Wow, I must be really needy to get all worked up over him touching my hand...

- You alright? - Alisha noticed how jittery I was.

- Yeah, I'm fine - I waved dismissively.

- You sure? - Nathan took the lollipop from his glass and drank the whole thing.

- It's nothing.

When Nate licked the lollipop for the first time I nearly yelped, I felt an invisible force mirror his motion on my clit. 

He stared deep into my eyes and took the lollipop between his lips, I couldn't hold back a soft moan that escaped my mouth as I felt the wave of pleasure go right through me.

- Lyds? - Kelly looked at me concerned - What is up with you?

- I'm fin... Ah - I squirmed as Nathan kissed the lollipop before dragging his tongue slowly around it - Nothing.

- You look a bit sweaty - he murmured with a shit-eating grin - d’you feel alright?

- I feel... Just peachy - I exhaled shakily.

They seemed to believe my answer (despite all the evidence against it) and engaged in a conversation about something else. I was thankful that the focus was no longer on me, but Nathan wasn't satisfied. He started giving the lollipop kitten licks, never taking his eyes from me.

I bit my fist to avoid moaning, he was having so much fun watching me struggle... I gave him a dirty look that only made him giggle, he took the lollipop in his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, at first slowly, then faster and more eagerly. I melted on the chair just like the lollipop melted in his mouth.

My chest was heaving, my legs were crossed, my hands were covering my mouth to keep me quiet. As I was about to come, the others seemed to notice something was wrong.

- Peanut - Simon grimaced - are you gonna be sick?

I simply shook my head and used one of my hands to hold Nathan's and squeeze, letting him know I was close. Part of me wanted him to stop this nonsense so I wouldn't embarrass myself, but part of me also wanted him to keep going and make me come already.

- Nathan - I groaned, he gave me an innocent look in response without slowing down his tongue - Jesus...

- I think we should go back to the hotel - Curtis finished off his drink. 

- Fuck me! - I slammed my fist on the table as I came, as discreetly as I possibly could.

- I'll take you, Lyddie - Nathan pulled the lollipop from his mouth with a loud pop - seems like you need to lay down.

- Definitely - I panted - you son of a bitch...

- Me? - He clutched his chest - What was that for? That's no way to talk to your fiancé, now is it, Lollipop?

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- Can't wait to tell my mum I'm gettin' married, she's gonna freak - Nathan chuckled as he shoved my backpack up in the overhead bin. 

- You seem excited to go back home...

- I never thought I'd miss that shit-hole, but our cozy little love nest is quite nice, don't you think? - Nathan sat by me and fastened his seatbelt.

- Yeah, I like it too - I admired the ring on my finger once again - but I'll miss New York.

- We can come back soon enough, maybe even to buy that little apartment you like? 

- That will be a while. Now we should focus on the wedding. We need to pick a place, I need to choose a dress...

- I can make you one, just the way you want it. 

- I don't want you to see my dress until the ceremony, it's bad luck.

- Lyds, we've been sentenced to community service, struck by lightnin', and chased by several mutants who tried to kill us. I don't think you should be scared of a silly superstition. 

- I don't wanna take the risk! How about the date? Would you like it to be soon or you wanna wait?

- As soon as possible. 

- Why is that? 

- Well, I'd like to marry you before you get a crowd o'fans wantin' to steal you away from me, but mainly... I just don't wanna give you time to regret saying yes.

- I would never regret saying yes to you.

Nathan didn't seem to believe my words, but they were as true as they can be.

- Thanks, Lydia.

- For what? 

- For not givin' up when I messed things up. I know I can be pretty stupid sometimes. 

- Sometimes?

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The Demon Next Door, Chapter 5

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Another morning in echo creek and Marco quickly got out of bed, and got dressed, today was kinda going to be a big day for him.

Today was the day Tom planned to help him ask Jackie out, and he was quick to attempt to fix up his hair in the bathroom mirror and freshen himself up as best as possible. Not that he was expecting a kiss or anything, but if jackie saw him he wanted her to be impressed with him. He couldn't go in looking like his typical loser self while he had his crush to impress today could he? He could hear his parents yelling for him as he raced downstairs, shoving cereal into his mouth and gulping down his orange juice before waving to his folks.

"Marco? Everything ok?", His dad looked up from his book, worried marco was somehow cured or something.

"Yep, everything's good dad! Just gotta make it to the bus! Gonna see Tom and Star, and hopefully everything will go to plan today with jackie!".

His parents didn't question him any further as he grabbed his backpack and things, kissing his younger sister goodbye before racing out the door and to wait for the bus. Tom waved to Him as he head across the street to join him,"Hey, someone looks pretty happy today...and is that...cologne?.". Marco grinned ear to ear, "Is it too much? I hope it's not too much...I tried to fix myself up really well and I'm not sure if I look any different...what do you think?".

His neighbor looked him over and gave him a shrug, "You're about the same honestly, but that's not a bad thing either...".

"Maybe I should borrow your eyeliner...", marco mumbled, thinking about it as Tom quickly laughed it off, "Uh no, this might work for me, but I don't think it works for you...not unless you wanna try my style, your natural look is fine marco, promise...you don't gotta go overboard.". Well, easy for Tom to say, he wasn't the one out looking to impress his crush today, marco was, though Tom did look nice in his ripped jeans and ripped t-shit with a tank top underneath.

What a drama queen.

The bus pulled up and Marco sighed in relief as Star came running up to make it on time, not even acknowledging the two as she made it onto the bus before they did in a rush. She must've got held up or maybe even overslept again, Tom just shrugged to Marco and headed inside himself, Marco following after. He could tell some of the other students around him could smell the cologne he was wearing, most of them giving him odd expressions as he quickly made his way past them.

"Hey Star!", Marco felt he was in pretty good spirits that day, in fact this was the best he'd felt for some time, though as he got in the bus and sat next to the blonde he could immediately tell she was different. Usually he was the less chipper one next to star's bright personality but today it seemed to be the reverse, in fact star looked more frustrated then he had ever seen her. Marco's curious eyes looked her over as tom came aboard the bus and took the seat next to his on the opposite side.

Was this still about tom? Or something else?

Star seemed almost dull, her hair a mess over her face, her silence draining...

She wasn't like this unless she was upset with him.

"S-star? Um...you ok?", He looked to his blonde friend as she puffed some hair from her face, looking at the window and avoiding his gaze.

Was she tired? Did something really bad happen at home?

He wasn't used to star being so...gloomy, not unless she either had a fight with her mother or got in serious trouble, sometimes both. His sunny outlook suddenly faltered as he tried to get star to look at him, but she pouted and he could tell her eyes were wandering over to the with the reddish hair and dark clothes next to them. Marco crossed his arms, star was still upset over tom? It was kinda silly at first and he could excuse her weird crush behaviors before since it was harmless, but now it was getting silly.

Thankfully tom was wearing headphones and listening to music, allowing marco to look at Star directly and question her.

"You really need to stop this whole act with tom...", he said, getting her attention, "C'mon, you guys are my friends and I kinda want to be in the same room as you two without you acting like tom is the worst person to set foot on this earth, he's really cool, and you should like...talk to him instead of ignoring him...it's not cool.". Star's blue eyes turned away, "It's not an act marco, and besides...it's not like you've known him for that long anyway and you already consider him to be as much of a friend as me...".

"Star...do you feel left out as a friend? Cause I never meant to-".

"I can't talk about it...".

Marco's eyebrows were raised, Star rarely ever had things she didn't want to ramble on and on for hours about with him. Star was mostly an open book, she'd go off about something as silly as her breakfast that morning or the stuff janna got her into. Star wasn't exactly a good liar either, so this in itself was weird because she was clearly being truthful. Marco looked at her more curiously as she turned her head to look out the window, what could be so important she couldn't even tell him about it?

"Star...i'm your friend-".

"Marco, i can't talk about it...ok?", she told him, a little more aggressive this time before going back to her silence.

The ride to school was oddly silent, and Marco felt strange.

He didn't want to tap tom on the shoulder and talk to him because star was right next to him, but he couldn't talk to Star and there was no way he'd convince her to speak up on whatever the matter actually was. Star's usually peppy attitude was just...cold. He felt himself shrink a little on his seat and hope to god whatever it was, star would get out of it soon enough. He listened to the songs playing on the bus's radio as they finished their ride, star, marco, and tom getting off.

Thankfully star hadn't left marco's side, which was a good sign if anything.

He'd almost been expecting her to ditch them as soon as they got off the bus.

Especially with Tom next to him as well, the boy's face curious at the distress of star's as she faced away from him, marco walked with them, though neither still acknowledged each other. He simply kept quiet and smiled as jackie passed by on her skateboard, which got tom to break the odd silence. "Y'know marco, jackie seems actually really cool, easy to talk to...I can see why you kinda like her. Though uh...if i'm going to be your wing man on this...what exactly should I say?".

"Huh?".

"Well it's just, you clearly want me to talk to her and get her interested but...well...what does she really like? What should i mention to her exactly? I don't wanna stand there not knowing what to say...", he made a face that told marco he was a little unprepared and worried. "It's hard to kinda be a wing man when you really don't know much about who you're dealing with unfortunately, so anything you can tell me will help a whole lot, i promise".

Good point, he really didn't prep Tom how to even go about this.

"Uh well...I mean, uh...I dunno, I guess you just talk to her and then bring me up at some point or another?I uh...I'm not sure, talk about...skateboards or something...", that's when tom looked at marco with a questioning look, "Wait...marco, how much about jackie do you actually know? I mean you've known her for a long time right? Even if you've never talked, you know more about her then skateboards right? Like what kinda movies she likes? If she plays video games? Any of that?".

"Well...".

"Marco, you should know your crush a little better then that!".

Star snickered next to them, only briefly, before going back to being pouty.

"Sorry, I...got nothing in that regard...", he was giving tom an awkward shrug, accompanied by a shrug. Though Tom still shook his head, "Guess i'm going in blind, I'll talk to her around lunch, let's just get to our classes for the day and we can totally worry about all this stuff later...". Later, yeah, that probably was a good call, if jackie got weirded out by marco, at least if it was during lunch he'd only be extremely embarrassed for half the day as opposed to from the very beginning.

Though his nerves kept getting to him, even in class.

Tom seemed pretty focused on his work, but marco felt more anxious as he looked at jackie each and every time, wondering what would happen. Would Jackie be impressed by him? Repulsed by him? Would she make fun of him in front of everyone? Would she even feel the same way he did? Heck, what if she just assuemd he and star were dating and he was trying to two-time them or something? He wondered if he ever crossed Jackie's mind at all outside of time they saw each other.

Tom was sending him signals not to worry, but at this point he should know marco well enough to know he was kinda a bit of a worry-wart, even star knew that and it was why she messed with him so much and wanted him to get out of his shell. Though he had to admit, Star's behavior was also adding to his anxiety, he was almost left wondering if she had a fall out with her mother, though if she was she sure wasn't interested in talking about it with him.

Difficult as always, the blonde being her stubborn and frustrating self when things didn't seem to go her way.

He was going to have to ask her later, when she was in better spirits, there wasn't much he could do for now. When Star was like this, it was a lot better to wait for her to speak out more then anything, and maybe she'd be a little more eager to talk by lunch anyway. He slapped himself to focus, he could deal with it later, right now he needed to focus on making it to lunch, as that was the ticket today. He almost felt like it took forever for the bell to ring today, and the next class felt even longer.

The only sound he focused on being the ticking of the clock.

In the hallway between classes he could spot Star talking to Janna and that alone made him worry, Janna was one of the worst people Star could ever go to for anything. She was a sneaky girl with no boundaries and he didn't need the two of them getting into any shenanigans again, though as he moved on with the day nothing else seemed out of the ordinary. He couldn't have been more excited or nervous once lunchtime finally came around.

Good, time to finally get all this off his chest, get it all over with.

Tom had already saved him a seat at their usual table though Marco had noticed Star wasn't sitting there with him, in fact Star was sitting with-

"Janna?! Since when does she sit with her for lunch?", marco said, annoyed as he placed his lunch tray down. Tom looked over, Star giggling right next to the Filipino girl, the two snickering and it being the first time marco had seen Star smiling all day. Geez, star normally would at least tell marco if she was going to sit somewhere else today, but then again...he couldn't tell her where to sit. He took a hard plop onto his usual seat, half annoyed and half sad.

Tom simply shrugged, "Did you do anything to make her mad recently...?".

"I don't...I don't think I did...".

The tall boy's brow turned, his face becoming more distressed.

"I...I'm sorry if it's to do with me...", Tom suddenly got very meek, far from the angry or chill expression he tended to be, "I know Star doesn't seem to like me, I mean, I know you keep telling me she likes me but...maybe i'm just turning her off from spending any time with you...I really don't wanna keep you from spending time with her I know she's your best friend and...all that." The boy was quick to act grabbing a hold of tom's shoulder and having him look at him in the eyes.

"Tom, c'mon please, I promise i'll speak to star and figure it out soon...ok? Just...don't blame yourself...I mean...I really hope...the three of us could hang out together. I...don't want either of you to stop being my friends...I really don't.", this seemed to make the other boy feel a little better but marco could tell he still felt bad, and who could blame him? Ever since he showed up star basically was either rude to him or ditched marco entirely even marco would feel like it was his fault if he were Tom.

He peered over where Star was sitting and resisted the urge to confront her then and there, it'd probably be too soon and bad to do in public of all places.

Tom mumbled, trying to calm himself down, he was probably working himself up too much over nothing, and he promised to help marco out with jackie. Tom pulled himself together, nodding to his friend, "I'll be right back...". He got up and headed over where Jackie was sitting with a few of her friends, getting the blonde's attention rather easily. Marco squirmed in his seat, annoyed that he couldn't actually hear what Tom was saying to her, though it seemed like jackie was happy to see him.

Marco got worried, Tom seemed so distressed a minute ago, maybe they should just call this whole thing off today, do it another time. He started slapping himself mentally for letting Tom go up there, god, he needed to talk to star soon. Who knew how much worse Tom might feel if he didn't say something soon, Tom might even refuse to spend any time with him just because of Star, and marco was his only real friend since he had moved in here.

Though somehow Tom managed to pull himself together and talked to the girl, smiling and talking almost how he normally did with marco, marco's worry still there...but a little better.

How could Tom handle this so calmly? He talked to her without blushing or panicking or looking as silly as he usually did.

He had to admire it honestly, it was...actually kinda neat how charming he seemed to be.

Jackie even seemed to laugh in fact, and Marco found himself starting to sweat in his seat, did she reject him? Did she laugh at the fact he had feelings for her? He suddenly lost to urge to even look at the scene, turning away to try and go back to eating his poor lunch. He didn't know how much time had passed before Tom returned, taking a seat next to Marco, patting him on the back and getting his attention from all his worries and thoughts.

"You alright?".

"Oh uh...tom! Uh...how'd it go?".

"Well uh...", tom put his hands together and Marco suddenly felt very nervous, unsure of what to expect out of this. "So I went up, asked how she was, y'know...all the nice formalities and then I said I was one of your friends, and then I mentioned how you two knew each other since kindergarten...and then she said that you seemed like a kinda cool guy. And then I told her that yeah, you were super cool, you were really talented and fun and charming...".

Marco felt himself smile a little, Tom really thought he was that cool huh? and Charming? Him?

"And...what did she say?", he just wanted tom to rip the bandage off for now, just to get it out of his system, and Tom was quick to put his hands out and convince marco to relax. "Well, nothing mean if you were worried, actually, I told her about your karate stuff and she asked if she could maybe watch one of your tournaments or something, maybe hang out in the mall after if that was ok? I mean, it's technically not a date because I think she meant you, me, her, and maybe star if she shows up to it...but still.".

Though Marco was not upset, hugging tom and pulling him close, right in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Thank you...".

Tom was caught a little off guard at marco hugging him, but leaned into it, hugging him back. He smiled into marco's shoulder and snickered at the cologne he could get whiffs off on the boy, ignoring the giggles that may of erupted around them. This had been the happiest he'd seen Marco in awhile, in fact he could swear marco was crying tears of joy in response, Tom just holding him close and patting him on the back as Marco sighed, in utter bliss.

"You're welcome, Marco.."

-

He'd handled the jackie situation, and Tom seemed to feel a little better after helping Marco out...

That left one last thing for the boy to take care of.

"Wait! Star!"

Star turned around as Marco rushed up to her as soon as class ended, wanting to catch her before she got away from him too far. He was huffing and trying to get himself together, he was already pumped on adrenaline from jackie agreeing to watch him do karate. But right now he needed to deal with this current matter on star and he needed to do it as soon as he possibly could before something else happened, Star blinked at him before he fully composed himself and adjusted his hoodie.

"Star...c'mon...please tell me what's with you today, is it tom? Is it jackie? Did something happen at home?", his attitude adjusting, "You can't keep doing this to him, i'm so worried he thinks he did something super wrong and won't wanna be friends with me anymore...because of you. You didn't even sit with me at lunch and I was worried maybe you were mad at him or me or both, you didn't even say anything to either of us and...ugh star...c'mon...this isn't fair to either of us.".

Star simply stood where she did, having a hard time looking at marco, and marco only felt more worried, reaching out and grabbing her hand. "Star please, if it's about tom...don't treat me this way just because he's a friend, I don't want to choose between you two, I want to have both of you as my friends. I really think Tom is cool and...I want to be friends with him, and i still want to be friends with you, I'm sorry if I made you feel outed or hurt or-".

"Marco, it's not tom..."., she spat out, eyes facing the concrete bellow her in dismay and shame.

He quickly silenced himself, "It's...not?".

She sighed, "I'm sorry marco...it's just...it's not something I can talk about with you...I didn't mean to avoid you so much today, but you were just going to keep asking and I wanted to wait until...it had passed before I...talked again. Marco...please...just trust whatever it is...I can't tell you for a reason.", her blue eyes became watery, "I didn't mean to hurt you so much, I just wanted to try and wait for it to blow over and you were already busy with jackie and tom so...I thought that'd be enough...".

"Star...".

"Look marco...I'll be ok, maybe...I'll get to talk about it someday, but...I-I can't.", she seemed so sad about whatever it was and marco wished he was able to read her mind on the matter, tapping his foot on the concrete as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey...come...to my next karate lesson, afterwards...we can all grab a bite to eat...is that ok?". He knew he was effectively turning spending time with jackie into even more of a group event but it'd have to do for now.

Maybe he could even get tom and star to go off together later on, but for now, he really couldn't abandon star at a time like this.

"Really?".

"Yeah.".

She finally smiled, almost like she always did.

"Thanks marco...heh...we better get on the bus right? Before it leaves?", her head tilted and he quickly pulled himself together, watching as tom hurried up behind them. "yeah, c'mon, let's get going! C'mon Tom!". Tom followed behind as they got into their usual seats, though with star in better spirits, even tom seemed to notice star's change in behavior and looked relieved. Took some strain from thinking he had ruined marco's relationship with her.

"Star's coming...", marco whispered, leaning his head over to tom.

"Hmm?'.

"She's joining us on our first karate class together, i mean, not as a student, but I invited her to watch with jackie while we practice."

Tom face suddenly started to go red, "What, are you gonna turn this into a double date now?", he was mostly kidding but it did come across that way. Marco shook his head, "Well, no no, but i mean...it could be one, if...well actually i shouldn't be too optimistic. Are you cool with it?". And much to his relief the boy smirked back, showing he was pretty excited, honestly since star didn't got to many of these it was nice having her along to join them, he missed that.

Now he just had to hope things went well.

Star was quick to head home as soon as the bus stopped, but tom waited, stopping marco in his tracks. The taller boy ran a hand through his hair and Marco paused, left wondering if something was wrong. He adjusted his backpack and watched as Tom spit out what he wanted to say, "M-marco...hey I uh...thanks for...uh, letting me be apart of your life. I really think I like living here...I uh...I really hope you get a chance to ask her out, i'm sure your skills outta impress her.".

"Well, I think you'll impress star, she likes wild types, and you're certainly wild...".

The two still stood there, tom's eyes wandering to his home across the street, he seemed almost dazed and a little...sad even. Was tom really ok? Maybe Marco overestimated how Tom was when it came to asking out people he liked or handled this stuff in general. He almost wanted to reach out and ask Tom what was wrong but instead Tom brought his gaze back to him and managed to put on a smile, his green eyes lighting up the street it felt to the human.

"Hey...marco...?".

"Yeah?".

"You...really think i have a chance with star?", he asked that with a hint of worry and pain behind his voice, and god tom needed more reassurance then marco thought.

Marco reached out and patter Tom's shoulder, giving him his biggest smile, "Honestly, you really did me a big favor today, and I really appreciate it, I think star would be lucky to be dating someone like you. And...well, if she doesn't return your feelings, I think you'll find someone perfect for you eventually anyway, don't worry.". Tom took a deep breath and sighed, "Yeah, thanks, sounds good...uh...text me later ok? I better get home before my mom worries.".

"Sounds good, i'm going to get inside and start working on how i'm gonna ask jackie to a date! I'll catch up with you later!"., marco hesitated for a moment, before quickly pulling tom into a short hug, it only lasted a couple seconds, before heading inside as Tom watched him go. A smile on his face as he turned around and headed his way home across the street, heading inside to tell his mother about his day at school, her gleefully playing with her son's hair.

Marco's parents were quick to ask him questions about jackie and how everything went and Marco simply smiled to them and told them things were going well. Even his little sister seemed in good spirits with him as he started working on his homework at the kitchen table, the buzzes of his phone with texts from Tom and Star on the details of the class coming up. Tom sending him a pick of him helping his mother make homemade pizza as Marco snickered at how much cheese tom piled onto the thing.

He had dinner with his family later before grabbing his backpack, telling his family goodnight and heading upstairs to turn in for the night.

He had work to still do.

Marco dumped his backpack on his bed and pulled open his drawers, pulling out his old plans on asking out jackie. He quickly scribbled out a whole bunch of them that had just involved talking to her, and moved on to the section where he asked her on a real date. They had so much time till he could invite her to the upcoming school dance, if he could just impress her on a few dates before that he'd certainty be her date for the dance for sure.

Jackie was desirable after all, she was considered universally pretty to everyone in school and if marco missed his chance, someone else would take it. Jackie got invited to so many popular parties after all, she was so likable and if he didn't make a move, she'd probably be asked out by a cheerleader, or a football player, heck...that weird girl who followed star around and dressed like her might of had a better chance then marco would if he didn't act soon.

He scribbled and scribbled for what felt like hours that night, plan after plan after plan to figure out how to go from karate to asking her out fully.

How did tom make it so easy to talk to her? I mean yeah, sure, he didn't have a crush on her like marco did, but he liked star and wasn't a blubbering mess. Sure, Star seemed to avoid him at every moment she could but Tom tried to talk to her normally, his feelings never seemed to get in the way of trying to get along with her, in fact marco wasn't sure if star could even tell the boy liked her at all, the impression she gave really left him little to work with in terms if she knew or not.

It was like it was so natural to tom to talk to people without freaking out.

And yet Tom was considered not very well liked back home and didn't have friends? Geez, wherever tom lives sure didn't sound like a fun place if someone like tom was so hated over there. But now he was getting too off topic, he could't focus so much on tom, he needed to maintain his focus on how he was supposed to speak to jackie without becoming a mess in front of her. Something he had failed at being able to do since kindergarten it seemed.

Maybe he could try do what tom did...like...tom...be as charming and funny and friendly and helping as he was.Marco let out a yawn, maybe he could rest his eyes for a bit and think of something soon...

and Marco felt himself fall to sleep thinking about nothing but the boy from across the street that night.

And little did he know, the feeling was mutual across the street as well.

#star vs the forces of evil #svtfoe #svstfoe #tom the demon #Tom Lucitor #marco #marco diaz #tomco #jackie lynn thomas #star butterfly #fanfiction #fanfic #my art

[lousimusician]

Drunk

Pairing: bestfriend!fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom dragged you to a party where you may have gotten a little too drunk and a little to familar with the other partygoers.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like a part 2

Warnings: language and there are characters that take advantage of the drunk reader (they only make out but that might still be unsettling for some of you)

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You rolled your eyes, hearing the three sharp knocks on your dorm room door, already knowing who it was. You sighed placing your book down on your bed, getting up and opening the door.

You came face to face with an out of breath Tom. "Whore." You greeted. 

He smiled. "Prude." He greeted back, pushing the door open more, allowing himself in. 

"Oh, please come in." You said sarcastically, shutting the door. "Shouldn't you be at a party right now, making out with some girl?" You asked, walking back to your bed.

"Yeah, but I'm not and that's why I need you. I need a wingman, this girl I have my eyes on isn't into me." 

"Then get Haz to do it." You said picking up your book again as Tom stood at the foot of your bed.

"Can't, he's making out with someone right now. And plus it'll look better if a girl talks me up- say a girl who's been friend's with me since birth."

"You seem to get the term best friend confused with slave. I'm not helping you get into some girl's pants." You bluntly stated. Tom sat down on your bed, grabbing the book from your hands and throwing it on the ground, "Hey-"

"Here how 'bout this. Just help me out and after, you can enjoy yourself at the party maybe even makeout with a guy yourself." 

You scoffed. "Did you forget that you were the whore in this relationship." You said pointing back and forth between the two of you.

"Fine." He groaned. "I'll give you 50 bucks."

"Deal."

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Your arms were crossed as you stood at the door of the party next to Tom, feeling out of place.

Tom noticed your discomfort and threw an arm around you. "Relax (Y/N). You look hot, you blend right in." You rolled your eyes, tugging down your dress. Tom had searched through your closet and pulled out the first revealing dress he found. "I gotta say I'm impressed you even own a dress like this. If you weren't my best friend I might've-"

You put your hand up making him stop. "You better not finish that sentence, whore."

Tom laughed and pulled you farther into the room, both of you sitting down on a couch next to a couple making out. "Okay, you see her?" Tom said pointing at a girl from across the room. 

"The one with the purple dress and nose ring?" 

"Yeah that's the one. Just walk over to her and talk me up. Go." He said making you stand up and pushing you off in her direction.

You scoffed, giving him a shove yourself, before walking towards the girl. She had currently been nursing a drink while playing a game on her phone.

You cleared your throat once you approached her, gaining her attention. She raised an eyebrow at you, "Um, hi my name's (Y/N)."

"Jillian."

You smiled kindly at her. "Okay so m-my friend is really into you and-"

She sighed, "Is it the guy over there that's been eyeing me all night?"

You scrunched up your face, "It might be."

She sighed again. "Can you tell him I'm not interested. He's been annoying me all night."

"Well I know how he comes off but-"

"No, like, I'm not interested in guys."

Your eyes widened as you blushed. "Ohhh." You said in realization. "I'm sorry for wasting your time then. It was nice meeting you, I'll tell my friend to leave you alone."

"Thanks." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

You walked back to Tom, who looked at you expectantly. "It's a no go. She's gay."

"Damn. I can't even be mad at that, that's hot." 

You shook your head and smacked his shoulder. "You really are something else y'know?"

"I know. So are you staying or are you gonna be boring and go back to your dorm?"

"Boring."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine go have fun reading, prude." He scoffed. "There's this other girl I'm thinking about chatting up anyway."

"K, have fun whore." You said giving him a hug, before heading towards the door.

Tom had run off somewhere by the time you reached the exit, but before you opened the door someone called out your name.

"(Y/N)!"

You spun around coming face to face with Jonathan, a classmate from your film class. You smiled at him, "Hey Jonathan." You greeted giving him a quick hug. 

"Didn't expect you to come to a party like this." He commented.

You laughed. "Yeah, my stupid friend dragged me here, I was actually about to head out."

"Why don't you stay for a bit. Let's talk." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the drink table.

He started pouring you a drink. "Have you finished that film project?" He asked, handing you your drink.

You looked down at it wearily. You were never much of a drinker, you tended to be a lightweight and drunk (Y/N) was wild. But you decided to relax and took a sip, before answering him. "Yeah, I just finished it today actually."

As the conversation wore on you absentmindedly took more and more sips and before you knew it you had finshed 1 cup which lead to you making out with Jonathan then you finished another cup and you were now dancing with some guy you didn't recognize, he sure enjoyed grinding against you while you two danced though. Cup three had you seated on another guy's lap as you made out with him and dry humped each other. Cups four and five were a blur but you somehow lost your dress. Cup six had people taking turns taking body shots off you.

You had no idea if Tom even knew you decided to stay, but he hadn't. When he thought you had left he immediately found a girl and dragged her into a bedroom where they spent some time with each other. Tom had finally come out when it got particularly loud and what he saw almost made him pass out.

There was a reason Tom never made you go to parties with him and Haz and that was once you had the tiniest amount of alcohol in your system you suddenly turned into Tom and wanted to fuck anyone that stood on two legs.

You laid on a table as some guy licked salt off your breasts, took his shot, then took the lime from your mouth. You stood up and cheered. He noted that you were covered in a lot of marks and your lips were bright red and swollen.

Tom only had one thing in mind as he pushed through everyone, even ignoring the many girls that tried to gain his attention. "(Y/N)!" Tom shouted turning you around by your shoulders. 

Your eyes instantly lit up upon seeing him. "Tommy! I missed you~" You slurred throwing your arms around him.

"(Y/N)! You're drunk!" He shouted over everyone.

"I know~" you sang. "Why do I make fun of you for screwing around with girls? I'm having so much fun. I think I made out with the girl that rejected you- oh and have you ever been in a three way kiss, it's fucking weird." You giggled. 

Tom stopped you before you could continue, hearing you ramble on about screwing around with other people struck a chord within him that he didn't like. "Okay, we need to leave. Get you back to your dorm and in bed." 

"What! Noooo~" You whined. "I didn't even get to have sex yet."

The fact that you didn't sleep with anyone calmed him down slightly but he still needed to get you away from the party. "Where's your dress?"

You shrugged, "I think it's behind the couch."

Tom nodded. "Stay here, I'll be right back then we're leaving." He said, quickly running off to grab your dress. As soon as he had it and turned around he already saw you pinned against a wall by some guy sucking on your neck.

Suddenly Tom saw red, running towards the guy, pulling him off you and throwing a punch that knocked the guy back a few feet. "What the fuck Holland!" He yelled.

Tom grabbed you, pushing you behind him. "She's clearly very drunk you asshole! Don't touch her!"

The guy scoffed. "And when has that ever stopped you Holland. You're the first guy that would take advantage of a drunk girl."

"She's different." He seethed.

The guy scoffed again. "No she isn't. She's just like any other slut I've ever met- no she's worse. Just look at her." 

Tom was ready to throw another punch at the asshole bit stopped when he felt a tug on the bottom of his shirt, making him turn around, seeing you crying. "I'm not having fun anymore T-Tommy." You whimpered.

He pulled you in his arms. "Shh it's alright, darling. I got you, we're going now." You nodded into his chest. 

Tom threw one last glare at the guy then pulled you away from the chaos. Put your dress back on you and you both finally left the party.

Tom had his arm wrapped around you the whole walk back while you sniffled and cried. You seemed to have sobered up a little bit after Tom's confrontation and you started understanding what you did.

The two of you reached your dorm room. Tom turning the light on and thanking the fact that your roommate was out. He brought you to your bed sitting you down. You sniffled as he kneeled in front of you.

"Shh, darling." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, you don't need to cry." He soothed. Tom cared so much for you, he had always been protective of his friends and family but more so with you and seeing you like this deeply unsettled him.

"I'm s-sorry- I-I-I was really bad t-tonight." You whimpered.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't blame yourself. You were drunk and those assholes took advantage of that. I'm sorry I didn't know what was going on sooner."

"It's n-not your f-fault either. You didn't know I-I stayed." 

Tom sighed. " 'M gonna stay with you tonight, tomorrow's Saturday so I can spend the day with you then too." You nodded. "Do you need help changing or can you do it yourself?" 

"I can d-do it by myself." You said, but as you tried standing up you stumbled into Tom. 

"Help it is." He laughed slightly. 

He pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress down, making it fall around your feet. Tom really got to assess the damage up close as he took you in. You were covered in hickeys from neck to breast, some were purple, red, and some even had bite marks in them. You had scratches covering your thighs and back. And bruised hips. Tom felt anger amd something possessive come over him and he pulled you into a hug. 

"T-tommy? Are you okay?"

He came back to reality and pulled away. "Yeah sorry." He said going to your drawers and pulling out a pair of shorts and once he looked through your shirt drawer he felt that possessive feeling tug at him again when he spotted one of his t-shirts. He grabbed it and quickly helped you change into them. 

He helped you into bed and he climbed in next to you, pulling you into him. You cuddled further into him, feeling comforted by his scent and familiar touch.

You almost immediately fell asleep while Tom on the other hand found himself unable to sleep.

Tom stayed up, trying to make sense of what he was feeling about the entire situation.

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[frenchtoastpanda]

The Leverage finale

Gonna rant in public because @rainaramsay expressed interest. I have no theme this is just my thoughts as I rewatch this episode. Idk why I’m doing this. (Also I don’t know how to format, so sorry about that)

Oh right I forgot that this is a fucking sad episode why am I doing this to myself

Ooh the return of the Steranko! I am very glad they brought that back

I just love when they bring things back in general, like in the white rabbit job all of the companies looking to buy dogson are previous marks and how they have like three brand names for safes that they reuse a lot. It just makes it feel like a real world that people live in.

The theater! Perfect for Sophie! And the mentioned the tunnels, which I believe we encountered in the gold job

Sophie says “I have just the thing” and my immediate response is always “the play’s the thing” even though I know it’s from a different play than the one they are doing

And can we talk about how they are doing the same play as the pilot? Actually I will probably yell about that closer to the end

Parker being all emotionally cognizant and Nate just reciting physics formulas in response

God I love this bit (and I love that they are still including references to Nate’s alcoholism)

Just, Parker, the new mastermind, who doesn’t “let feelings get in the way” (like Hardison - this is the reason he can’t be the mastermind, much to his chagrin. He’s too much of a cinnamon roll)

Nate says she spins problems like puzzle pieces until they click, but I think it’s more like juggling all the fiddly bits inside a lock until it clicks open

HE TRUSTS HER HE TRUSTS HER HE TRUSTS HER!!!!!!!

Zachary is the lead! Love him!

Sophie saying she doesn’t miss acting at all 😏

She is a good director, though

"I'm exactly where I belong" I'm gonna die I am so happy for all of them

Oh no here we go

Cut right to Nate covered in cuts being interrogated about the mistakes he made

"Mr. Ford, how did your friends die?" CUT TO COMMERCIAL

This must have killed me the first time around

I do love this investigator though. I think I remember from the commentary that it wasn't originally supposed to be her, but it worked out really well

Nate looking around like he's confused (and trapped) while not being able to put together a full sentence (I'm not sure if I ever developed a solid headcannon for how much of this scene was him faking and how much was actual injuries from the actual crash) (I'm open to ideas!)

Ellen giving a vicious predatory little smile when she says that she's here to help him

I wish I could do gifs or screencaps or something. This is one of my absolute favorite callbacks! Parker in that little black bonnet thing jumping off a building having the time of her life and the boys do their "twenty pounds of crazy in a five pound bag" thing (whuch my autocorrect recognized as a phrase for some reason? Do I really yell about that but enough for it to suggest those words in that order? Fantastic)

But this time their faces and voices are full of affection. She may be an insane thief/mastermind, but she's OUR insane thief/mastermind

And coming after the white rabbit job where we had that line about how she's not and never has been crazy, the fact that you can tell they are saying this as a callback without meaning the crazy part is just perfect

It makes me wonder how many other times they have repeated this, because you can't convince me they haven't

Aah Sophie's horrible rendition of Lady Macbeth! Same speech, different ways of doing it just as badly (props to Gina Bellman)

Is this the same outfit? Hold on I need to check.

Y'know, I didn't think they changed that much physically over the years, given that they are adults, but going back to the pilot, I keep going awww look how tiny they were! (Especially Aldis. Like I know they had problems because he was getting too hot and ripped, but Damn)

Anyway, the dress is very very similar, same color and pattern, but it very slightly different. I will maybe post my very very horrible pictures after I finish this

Parker is so good at computers now that she has this adorably bored face when hacking! I love that they taught each other their stuff!

Using chaos as a distraction and co-opting the expected response as a cover! One of my favorite tricks!

Parker changing in the elevator! And the boys turning to give her privacy! And this isn't even the first time they did a callback to this! I love my respectful boys! Remember when Hardison turned the David around? So pure!

Ah, we are setting up for competency porn and then it all goes bad! Aah!

I love Eliot's little "wassup?" Before fighting the guy. Points for intimidation, Spencer

My stronk babies opening an elevator with their fingertips

And Hardison's recurrent fear of heights combined with Parker's love of them

She says "I got you" (twice)

Oh god Beth's acting in the elevator shafts

Oh I'm gonna cry

Oh and a "dammit Hardison"

Oh Gina's face

Even in a situation as tense as this, Eliot still takes the time to empty the gus and toss it away

I don't think I've ever seen him check for an ankle piece, actually. How has that not come up before now?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"Age of the geek, brother" I'm sobbing

I mean, so is everybody

Look at this acting!

I love that they didn't go for the clichéd established couple dying in each other's arms, but instead put Eliot in the middle, giving us our yummy hurt ot3 goodness

And Parker sitting up so she sees the other two go

Ugh. Where's that poetic cinéma image when you need it?

Anyone remember the perfectly timed bridge from the pilot?

What number Lucille are they on?

I love that they actually stop in from of the barrier at the bridge, then take a moment to decide before just going for the crazy impossible stunt because why the hell not at this point

Ah Nate and Sophie are holding hands on the way to death too!!

And cut the scene before they reach the top of the bridge. Time to see Tim show us why he's an academy award winner

Ooh and here's where we find out she was lying! (Should this be the part where I started wondering if Nate knew? Probably. Did I? Not even a little)

There was a big twist where the person Nate was facing off against was playing him in the pilot too

But John fucking Rogers didn't play ME in the pilot. I take that personally.

Ooh hints at the true story are being dropped

Ellen is almost adequately suspicious

JUST WALK TWO FEET FORWARD ELLEN! LOOK AT THE STAGE! COME ON!

"You loved them very much" Yeah he did. They all did! Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

She knows he's lying, I love that (just like Dubenich knew Sophie was manipulating him)

"The only thing I ever had"? That's intense, Nate

God Tim is a good actor

(Like I low-key don't like Nate at all, but Damn he is well acted)

And he just turns it off, just like that

Wow

I am really into her little impressed face when he goes all Sherlock and explains how he knows they are at interpol

The glass! Of course Sterling brings him the glass! Not a pilot callback, but a good callback nontheless. The commentary says it's literally the same exact glass every time. I will have to go back and verify that at some point. I swear it didn't have those ridges around the bottom in at least one episode, but I also trust John Rogers, so idk

I love how sterling knows everything from the moment he appears, and Ellen doesn't even know what the black book is

"That's why you joined Interpol? Screw justice. You're the order guy?" What a good line for Nate and Sterling's relationship

Nate's not even interested in hearing Sterling's evil speech of evil about the bailouts

I actually really love the little exposition flashbacks

Her look of horror and dawning comphrension when he explains why he is there is fantastic. If we bring this show back, can we have more of this lady?

Yeah, Ellen, why IS he still lying to you??

Sterling remembered to be cautious about the coroner's van, but not cautious enough!

That's some timing. How did Nate arrange that ? Oh right, this was triggered by the arrival of the van, which he probably set the timing of

Nate's face after "Parker's still in the server room." Yes, sell that fear to Sterling! Make him believe he's right! I wouldn't have thought to fake a reaction to that. But that's why I'm not a griffer

And he trusted sterling to have a snark remark so that he could have an attention-stealing reaction to distract him

I try every time to see the kids going in, and I never manage to catch all of them

Why does Nate turn away here?

God, that really is a terrifyingly lifelike Hardison face

I gotta say, the first time I saw sterling shoot the Hardison corpse, I was really convinced that he was right and he was really killing Hardison for the first time

"Second question... No, Nate, why don't you tell her what my second question is?"

Honestly, the first time around, I had forgotten about that secret meeting between Nate and Hardison

"The plan's the thing" A callback to earlier in this episode. I'm dying. I love this show so much

And they can do that without being annoying because every leverage episode is like three or four episodes rolled into one. Sometimes more!

That's one of my favorite parts, but also one of the very few downsides

I get so excited watching the flashbacks that show how it all happened

Omg I love the thing where they stack! Parker crouching, Eliot just above her head, Hardison looming tall! It reminds me of the princess bride for some reason

Sterling is the Trojan horse, the way out is the way in...wait, didn't they do that with at least one other episode, where the floor was a horrible way in, but last minute they used it as a way out?

Are these callbacks or parallels at this point?

Sophie taught Nate how to act! "She found her calling." Yeah she did! So proud of her!

"Your ride to a life sentence in a secret prison has arrived" So dramatic for someone who knows Sophie is behind the wheel

Ooooooohhh he called him James!

"You and I are not the same" okay sterling

"Justice is always easy" YES GO STERLING wait that's a callback to the justice vs order thing earlier in this episode. I just got that

I have seen this so many times and I still notice something new every time I watch it

Does John Rogers have a tumblr? I want to tag him but I don't think he does

What is Parker wearing? Why is one sleeve randomly yellow?

I can't believe Nate is proposing in a hoodie

I love how the kids pop in with insults and Nate just agrees. He knows it's true

That's a huge fucking rock

"Did you steal it?" "No." "Oh, cause that would have been more romantic"

"I'll steal the first anniversary ring" lol I love these guys

Parker insists he follow the proper procedure

Oh wait, the ot3 are gonna branch out with other crews?

Y'know, in an alternate universe I could have shipped Eliot and Sophie

GOD

I'M CRYING AGAIN

"You're the smartest man I know" where have we heard that before?

Parker recognizing her feelings! (And they've been preparing her for this the longest)

Aah, the circle shot from above and the breakaway, but this time not everyone breaks away!!!!!!!!!!

"You do know that Laura is not my real name, don't you?" Sophie I'm gonna kill you

And then the big obvious callback to the pilot, where Beth meticulously studied Tim's acting to recreate it

Loving the look of this scene. The costumes, the blocking, all of it

And they made sure to switch which parent was crying

Very excited for leverage international. Gimme!

#leverage #the long goodbye job #meta #leverage meta #it's less a meta and more me screaming #but whatever #hopefully my autocorrect didn't renter this unreadable

[dvp95]

can’t breathe when you touch my sleeve - chapter 11

pairing: dan howell/phil lester

rating: e

warnings: none

tags: alternate universe, slow burn, fluff & humour, tiny bit of inner turmoil wrt sexuality but trust me it’s not that deep, deeper than anticipated but still not that deep y'all this is primarily silly, eventual smut, idiots in love

word count: 3,995 for this chapter (49,787 total)

summary: Dan keeps making a fool of himself in interviews, to the point where it’s basically a meme. Now he’s got to sit down for the better part of an hour and sell his show to the YouTuber he’d had a massive crush on when he was a teenager.

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The flat is dark but for the string lights over Phil's headboard and the candles on his nightstand. Phil's fingers are tracing patterns on Dan's chest, loopy circles and spirals that leave goosebumps in their wake. He's humming something familiar under his breath that Dan can't place and his eyes are half-lidded behind his glasses.

They're tangled up on Phil's bed, ostensibly getting ready to sleep, but Dan is struggling. He doesn't want to miss a single moment he's got left with Phil. He'd thrown on some boxers in concession of sharing space with a dog, and Phil has gotten completely dressed in Dan's pyjamas with muttered complaints about the cold. Dan already misses looking at his body, but he has to admit that he likes looking at this, too.

"Remind me again when you're leaving?"

Dan sighs, lightly tapping a line of freckles down Phil's arm and tangling their fingers together when he reaches them. "Sunday afternoon."

"Too soon," Phil says, quiet and light like he's trying to play off how much it sucks.

"Too soon," Dan agrees. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. And we can - I mean, I want to still, like. Date you. Even when I'm not here."

With a little hum of a noise, Phil blinks up at Dan. He looks a little perplexed. "Well, yeah," he says. "I'm just gonna remind you again that I introduced you to my parents. I wasn't planning on running off with the next local idiot who fawns all over me."

"I did not fawn," Dan protests, but his lips are twitching. He presses them to Phil's forehead to hide the movement. He didn't actually believe that Phil was thinking of this as something with a time limit, but it's nice to be reassured. They're quiet for a long moment, and then Dan has to ask the embarrassing question that's been plaguing him. "Are you, like. Are you my boyfriend?"

Phil laughs, not unkindly, and nuzzles into Dan's neck to press a kiss there. Dan can feel the curve of his smirk when the sensation makes Dan shiver.

"Yeah, Dan," says Phil, low and fond. "I'm your boyfriend."

"I'm just making sure," says Dan.

"You're so stupid," Phil says, pulling back from Dan's neck to grin up at him. His eyes are so bright that it almost aches to look at.

There really isn't a good argument for that. Dan shrugs, pulls Phil close enough that he can feel Phil's heartbeat. He buries his face in Phil's hair so that he doesn't have to watch Phil's expression change when he says, "Yeah. I told my brother about you, actually. Told him you were my boyfriend."

Phil chuckles. "I told my brother about you, too. Dunno why you're embarrassed about it."

"Yeah, but that's different," Dan mutters. "You talk to Martyn."

"I get that your family is," Phil says, pauses for a brief moment, "complicated, but I'm not bothered by them knowing about me."

"That's good," says Dan. "Because, er, I'm having lunch with my mum after the morning interviews tomorrow, and I thought - well, y'know."

A gentle hand in Dan's hair pulls him back from the cuddle so that Phil can look at him. His eyes flicker over Dan's face like they're looking for something. Whatever it is, he doesn't seem to find it.

Phil smiles indulgently, shaking his head a bit. "I actually don't know, Dan. I'm gonna need you to use your words. Because right now it sounds like you're inviting me to lunch with your mum. Which, to be clear, wouldn't be weird for me, since you've met mine, but I get the feeling it might be weird for you."

That hadn't been at all what Dan was asking. He thinks about it, though, wonders if if would be better or worse to have backup for this lunch.

Dan loves his mum. Their relationship is strained, distant, has got a heavy buildup of guilt and mistrust on both sides, but he loves her. He isn't sure he can bring Phil into that and explain it, not when he's met the wonderfully warm people who raised Phil.

"I was actually just asking if you'd be okay with me mentioning you, but how about," Dan says slowly, turning the idea over in his head. "We meet you at the park after lunch? I wanted to whine until she brought Colin, anyway, this gives me a good excuse."

"Colin?"

"My family dog," says Dan. "Don't make fun of his name, your dog's name is nerdy and a pun."

Phil laughs and kisses the tip of Dan's nose. "I wouldn't dream of it. I like animals with hilariously normal names."

"So, you'll come? You really don't have to."

"Sure, I just," Phil says and pulls a little face, like he doesn't want to voice whatever he's thinking. "Is she... one of the people reacting badly? Wanna know what I'm getting into, here."

"No, she's been great," Dan says quietly. "She might be weird, but she won't be... y'know."

"I do know."

The smile playing around Phil's lips makes Dan want to kiss him, so he does. He can't believe that he's just allowed to do that, can't believe he somehow stumbled into being the luckiest person alive.

Dan's done a lot of things over the past decade that he thinks would shock and awe his teenage self. He's met and worked with some pretty big names, gotten drunk with his costars at some pretty big events, and publicly made a fool of himself in some pretty big ways.

He thinks this would take the cake, though. Just the simple act of kissing his boyfriend in bed would have been more than teen Dan could have dreamed of. He'd wanted that, of course, in a pipe dream sort of way, like how he'd wanted to stop hurting his girlfriend, wanted to feel some kind of acceptance for who he was so terrified to be. But the world had been way too fucking scary for him to consider it outside of daydreams.

Not to mention the fact that the man he's kissing is AmazingPhil. Dan laughs, pulls back from Phil to grin at him.

"You know," he says, "I used to have the biggest fucking crush on you."

"Used to?" Phil teases, brushing his fingers over Dan's ribs to make him squirm and laugh harder.

"Shut the fuck up," Dan says fondly. "I mean, like, in 2007."

Phil blinks. He's a lot sleepier than Dan is, which Dan very generously attributes to how long it takes Phil to do simple math in his head. "Wait, you seriously had a crush on me when you were sixteen?"

"Maybe," says Dan.

"Oh, that's so cute," Phil coos. He gives Dan a smug little grin and rolls on top of him. Their limbs are so long and they're both so clumsy that Dan isn't surprised by Phil almost kneeing him in the balls in the process, but he's also so far gone that he barely cares. "And what would sixteen-year-old Dan think of all this?"

"He wouldn't believe it," Dan laughs, settling his hands on Phil's hips. "Like, literally, this would have never occurred to him as a possibility."

"Why not?" Phil teases, knocking their noses together gently. Dan gets the impression that he's more charmed than he's letting on with his dry voice. "You didn't wanna come to Summer in the City? Make an impression?"

That makes Dan honk a laugh right in Phil's face. Objectively, that's mortifying. Phil just snorts, though, so Dan decides not to worry about it on top of everything else he's constantly anxious about in Phil's presence. "The impression I would have made on you in 2007 or even, like, ten years ago, wouldn't have been anything good. You think I'm awkward now? You can only imagine what I was like before I had any kind of confidence."

"I'm sure it was very cute," says Phil. "I'd have added you on MySpace."

"I hate you," says Dan, not least because he'd sent Phil a friend request on MySpace. He is absolutely not going to bring that up, though.

"Yeah, sure seems like you do," says Phil, grinning.

Dan doesn't like the smug look on his face, so he takes Phil's glasses off and sets them aside, chuckling when he immediately starts to squint. "It's bedtime," he reminds Phil.

"Bedtime," Phil agrees, and he blinks a bunch before he laughs. "I can't see you. You gotta kiss me goodnight."

Definitely a request Dan can handle.

--

Once again, Dan finds himself staring at the ceiling of Phil's flat. He's got a snoring dog at his feet and a snoring man draped over him, and he should really be relaxed enough to drift off by now. He's comforted by the smell of Phil's sheets and the soft pattering of rain against the small windows, but it doesn't help get him any sleepier. It's frustrating. He's got interviews all morning - the last of the Isles leg before they get shipped off to the continent for another two weeks of the same circus - and he doesn't want to be cranky for them or have to apologise to another makeup artist for the dark circles under his eyes. He tries for a really long time to fall asleep before he gives up on it for the moment and reaches for his phone.

The familiar cycle of applications helps settle some of the restless energy that's thrumming under Dan's skin. The fingers of his right hand run over Phil's shoulders and through his hair, gentle and idle enough to avoid waking him, as he scrolls through different social media sites with his left thumb.

His feeds are busy enough, since it's not quite late enough to be considered unreasonable in Atlanta or Chicago and Los Angeles is fully awake, but none of it is really catching his attention. He likes a bunch of dog photos and gets lost in a Twitter moment on a topic he's never heard about before. Three different times, he almost buys something that's being advertised to him before he remembers that he already owns something similar to it.

Normally he'd put on some AmazingPhil videos to help him fall asleep, but that feels pretty weird to do when the man himself is literally drooling on his chest right now. Not to mention, he'd have to get up to find some headphones, and that would just defeat the purpose of staying in bed.

Dan spends twenty minutes drafting an email to his grandma, hindered by only using one thumb and his brain not being at full firing power as it is. It ends up saying more or less what he'd texted to his mum, only with an apology at the end. He doesn't know why he does that. He isn't sorry for who he is, or for not telling her, or for not believing in the god that might inform her reaction. He almost deletes the apology, actually, but the fact is that he is. He is sorry for all of those things.

He doesn't want to be. He wants to be unapologetic. But this is a woman who he's always respected and who is so vocal about supporting his career that he sometimes gets embarrassed by the statuses she posts about him on Facebook. This is also a woman who brought him to church for a good chunk of his life.

It's so vivid, even now. Getting his collar smoothed down by her dainty hands, his cheeks pinched by all her friends. The stifling, muggy air and hard pew under him in the summer.

Discomfort. Physical discomfort, as a child, and a deeper sort once he realised he didn't belong there. If he has to narrow it down, he's sorry that he might be giving her a different sort of discomfort in return.

He emails so that he can check for her response on his own time instead of panicking and shutting his phone off like he did with his mum, and then he goes into the app store to download some new, mindless games. Those entertain him for a while, the easy taps of his thumb giving him something to focus on that is not all the ways he's failed his family or the terrifying reality of what he might see in his mother's eyes tomorrow.

Today, he supposes. He'll be lucky to get a couple of hours at all.

In the end, he doesn't get any sleep. He wants to, because he knows he's going to be a zombie at work and at lunch, but maybe that's a good thing. He doesn't know what his mum is going to say, after all, doesn't know if she's going to try and defend his dad or talk about his reaction at all, so perhaps it's for the best that Dan feels everything a little more numbly than usual.

Dan turns off his alarm a split second after it rings, which is never a great feeling after a hard hit of insomnia. It's the final acknowledgement that sleep is not coming, no matter how much he tries to will it. He sighs and gently rolls Phil off of him. The way Phil grumbles and curls into his pillow, cuddling it to his chest, manages to get a weak smile out of Dan. He's just... cute. That's all there really is to it. Thor perks up when Dan gets out of bed, his ears all the way up, and Dan figures that it isn't the worst idea in the world to get some fresh air.

"You wanna go for a walk?" Dan whispers. He has to bite back a laugh at the way Thor reacts - spinning excitedly in a circle on the bed before hopping down and running to the door.

The sun is just starting to rise, giving Dan enough light to avoid injuring himself as he finds something to throw on for the walk. He ends up with his own pyjama pants and some graphic tee or other of Phil's because he can't be bothered to look for something else. He figures that anyone else awake right now won't judge him for it.

He remembers to grab keys and doggy bags before he tries to get Thor out of the door without his excitement turning into barking. He hasn't really barked much in Dan's presence, but he doesn't want to take any chances. It would be just his luck to wake everyone in the building up because he has no idea what he's doing when it comes to training a dog. The dog his family had when he was growing up was cute, but he was real bad at being a dog. Dan's got absolutely no practice with making dogs listen to him, and he's not exactly assertive. He's been chased by chickens more than once.

The chill of the dawn air makes Dan glad he grabbed one of Phil's countless denim jackets, and he pauses on the pavement outside for only a brief moment before Thor starts tugging him down the road. Thor knows the area, even if Dan doesn't, so he's happy to let the dog guide them with his nose and stubby little legs.

It's too early to talk to anyone, for sure, but Dan wants to rip the band-aid off before he has to shift into his public persona. He texts his mum with one hand, can u bring colin please i miss him so much and ive got a friend for him, attaches a cute photo of Thor sniffing at a neighbour's flower box. After a moment's thought, he sends the photo to Phil as well. He'd watched Phil put his phone on silent before they got into bed, so he isn't worried about waking him up. Dan has to slip his phone back into his pocket to quietly scold Thor for eating someone else's petunias and scurry away from the scene of the crime.

Everything feels just a little hazy with the rising sun, the mist of barely-there rain, and Dan's own lack of sleep. He lets Thor guide him into a lazy walk around the block and breathes in the polluted air like it's going to make everything better.

Maybe it should be scary how right this feels. In fact, it is scary, and Dan would like to blame it entirely on his insomnia and idiocy, but he knows it's more than that. He wants this to be his routine, as stupid as that is. He doesn't want that right away, doesn't want to leave Atlanta and come right to Phil's flat, but he wants... that. Eventually. First, he wants a drawer in one of Phil's dressers, wants to text whenever he's outside, wants to meet Phil at the dog park with two coffees and a grin on his face.

Dan never really took himself for a hopeless romantic, but then again, he also never thought that he'd be able to date someone he wanted to be with for the long haul. Even a medium haul had been off the table with the girls he's dated since his last actual relationship. It was always going to be missing something.

When Thor starts whining and tugging at the lead a bit harder, Dan smiles. "You wanna go home, cutie?" he murmurs, spotting the distinctive blue of Phil's front door. "Let's take you home."

--

The questions are the same every time. Not the exact same, no, but still the same. Every publication and media site wants to know the same shit about the show, and they don't even have all the answers.

"No, we haven't heard about a new season yet," Jaime is saying for the third time in one morning, with some kind of unending patience that Dan will never understand. "Trust me, the internet will know as soon as we know. Of course it would be nice to keep working - I don't think my character's storyline is anywhere near done!"

She laughs, but Dan can tell that it's forced. It's starting to take a strain on her, too, and he knows that they're all just waiting for something original to come up. Patrick has zoned out, pulling a Full Dan and staring off into space.

There aren't any pins for Dan to comment on this time, even if he'd wanted to. The morning has been slogging, not least since he'd left Phil still asleep in bed with a kiss to his sweet-smelling hair. Dan is so tired, but he knows they're all so tired. There's nothing for them to do but paste smiles on their faces and deflect spoilery questions while they count down the minutes to their free afternoon. Well, Jaime and Patrick have a free afternoon. Dan is going to have his hands full.

His mum had agreed to bring Colin happily and mooned over Thor's photo, but Dan has been perplexed by the fact that she didn't even ask whose dog it was. He wants to tell her, wants to be clear that he hasn't gone and got himself a big responsibility just yet, but there's a larger, pettier part of Dan that wants to keep Phil to himself until his mum is face to face with him. Dan wants to see if she has to school her expression, wants to know if this is an arms-length continuation of their relationship or the start of something rocky and healing.

Since Patrick is off in his own world, Dan tries his best to be present for this interview. He makes the interviewer laugh and tells stupid anecdotes to keep the attention off of everything Jaime won't say about her character arc.

It's a good thing he is paying attention, because Dan isn't sure how he'd have reacted if he'd been caught off guard by, "And as I'm sure you're aware, a lot of fans have been speculating about on-set romances. Is there any truth to those rumours or is that just some fun for the fans?"

Jaime snorts loudly. It's very unladylike. Dan is so, so fond of her.

"Uh, no," says Jaime. "I mean, if you're talking about between the three of us - which I have seen, the shipping isn't as quiet as y'all think it is - then, I'm sorry, but there's no way. I won't even act like there is to keep people guessing. I'm not going to date Daniel or Patrick for, like, twenty thousand reasons. If you want to talk about Tanner, though..."

She winks and trills her real laugh, which makes Dan laugh in turn. Jaime's crush on the man who plays Patrick's father is such an open secret that he's surprised more people don't ask her about it. Maybe they think it's a sensitive or uncomfortable subject, but Jaime's got no compunctions about loudly fancying someone who is both a decade older than her and married. The interviewer's laugh is a bit less genuine.

"Really?" he asks, sounding skeptical enough that Dan wonders if he ought to be offended. "And the two of you think the same? No chance?"

What? If they did want to be with Jaime, why the fuck would they say that in an interview right after she'd denounced them as romantic interests? Dan wonders if this guy understands that's an insane thing to expect, or if he's just trying to get a reaction out of them.

"Er, yeah," Dan says. He looks at his costars for backup. Jaime shrugs, and Patrick seems to have only just realised he's being spoken to and has the panic of 'what was just asked of me?' in his eyes that Dan is all too familiar with. He decides to word his answer clearly enough that he can help get Patrick up to speed as well. "I mean, like, we're all just good friends. I don't think any of us have any interest in more than that. And honestly, if we did disagree with Jaime, we wouldn't force our feelings on her anyway. That'd be fuc- I mean, that would be messed up."

He sees the glint of triumph in the interviewer's face and groans internally. Fuck, he should have stayed in bed.

"Interesting," he says, "that you've already thought about a situation where you have unrequited feelings for your on-screen girlfriend?"

Yeah, Dan thinks. Super interesting. He's kissed Jaime a thousand fucking times for the camera and it doesn't do anything for him, thanks ever so. He sighs and runs a hand through his straightened fringe so he doesn't slap himself in the face for opening this can of worms.

"Look, I get that a lot of fans want to know," Dan says, keeping his tone as light as possible. "The thing is that I'd like to keep my personal life private. I'm happy to tell you that it doesn't involve Jaime in any way, though."

"I'm fine with my personal life being public," Patrick deadpans. "There's nothing going on in it and that's how I like it. We're all equally pathetic that way, right?"

"Oi," Dan says, unable to hide his offense. The lack of sleep is really making his filter drop, and that's dangerous.

Jaime throws him a life vest before the interviewer can jump on his reaction, patting Dan's knee and saying, "You know, Patrick, some of us are pathetic in many more ways. Like, do you remember the time..."

And off she goes, weaving a story about Dan making an ass of himself. He interjects at all the right moments, laughs and groans in equal measure, covers his face when he starts to legitimately blush at the memory of an entire Starbucks thinking he'd gone insane.

He's comfortable with sharing that amount with his fans, he thinks. He's not dating Jaime, he never will be dating Jaime, and he's a private person. That's really all they need to know for now.

#can't breathe when you touch my sleeve #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #dnp fic #words words words

[manjuhitorie]

Hitorie’s various antics + bonus bursts of trivia - Mid June-July 2019

I’ll begin this long digest with news of ygarshy’s recent involvements! Because he has been dipping his toes into a few pools of waters and his bass is *chef’s kiss* precious.

It’s been disclosed that he played for the song ‘Shadow Tag’ on Ken Kamikita’s new album! Kamikita is a singer songwriter, also once known as KK, who belches out vivid vocals from his diaphragm while the substructure of skilled technique is there as instrumentals, holding it together sturdy. His songs are very thought-provoking alone, yet music isn’t his only reign as he writes scripts for his shows, he puts careful consideration into his visuals: and abracadabra! ygarshy is continuing to be supporting Wasureranne yo with concerts for the summer.Concurrent reports consist of ygarshy smiling, poker facing to hide his smile, yet his smile seeping out because of Shibata’s noble passion for music. Shibata will do risqué shouts or gatling release the word "sex" out of his mouth, when which yg will subtly sip his water in a means to dodge, or just knifesharp glare at him. I love these drunken bards. Wasureranee yo's twitter posts clips of them performing after ever show also!

Also Wasurerannee yo with The 50 Kaitenz↑ good. June 8th was the Kankaku Pierrot x Hitorie concert, which was originally meant to be a joint show for their tour, yet was now turned into a jamboree of respects and thunder... Rie themselves were unable to attend yet Kan-ero nevertheless performed a cover of Ao, Polaris, and clenched a spiritual presence...! The cover of Ao is a tear trenchcoat I'm a trench of water... Kan-ero so good...

I was finally able to tell Shinoda-san that “These lyrics are way too long.”. For the sake of today I had to spend the whole week sleeping on the couch, as my bed is practically buried by all the alphabet He wrote, yet still I simply want to thank him for leaving us with so many words. They’re really all so cool. I’m sorry for being unable to sing them well. Let’s meet up again soon. The photo shows a large cloth-covered bed-like surface strewn with printout papers of World End Dancehall, Montage Girl, Imperfection, and Senseless Wonder lyrics.... Because..... The setlist for Village Man’s Store’s concert on 6/13 went like this. 1. Senseless Wonder 5. Montage Girl 7. Imperfection 13. Ao Encore 1: World’s End Dancehall

Thanks for coming to our show, “The Holy Land Pilgrimage - Village Man’s Store VS Hitorie”! Utmost love and gratitude goes out to Hitorie and all of you who made this day possible. P.S. Hitorie, cheers to doing even more with you in the future. From vocalist: Mizuno Gii. Mizugi “I sent Shinoda-san a LINE message reading “I'm going to be playing this song and this song and this song and~~... at the next show”. And normally right, you’d think someone’d reply “Sorry ‘bout making you do this” right? Yet Shinoda replied “Why’re you doin’ that many lololol” Han (drummer): “He laughed at you" After all is said and done, have y'all properly purchased 'Tsuiraku, Kurushiku wa Lucky Strike’ yet or what. It’s fire isn’t it

((I hate(love) how Mizugi has (14 years old pun) in his profile, (63 years old) in this MV while dressing up as a slanky old man, and is actually 31 years old.)

When is the rain going to stoppp

There's a lot of people who dislike Weezer's Green Album but I like Green Album Is it cause the music takes such a different turn? Reply from Saito Shinya, the vocalist and producer of ONIGAWARA: The drums suddenly neatened up so it hit by surprise. Also Matt Sharp left. SND: Ahhh so it’s because of Matt Saito: Fans of their first-second album’s more squishy sound went into denial I think

I can’t believe 'Sayonara Dake ga Jinsei da' isn’t here *The late 90's band 'Eastern Youth’ has uploaded the majority of their discography unto music streaming sites. Except for the niche EP which SND is fond of, but all their albums are cool so zipper your lips and open your eyes shuuush!

Is Tanktop Shoutai's new video out yet They're a posse of blurred out faces with burlesque bases. Their current series is one where they dress up as Yugioh characters, roleplay them with accurate voices and cult-like enthusiasm, before the instigation of the series’ famous ~Shadow Games~ together. Which are all uhh, epic card games, yeah, like tabletop Jenga or  or Mariomaker or electric Russian roulette, pick them up like they’re Kuribos. It’s a riot.

 I’m sure I’ve said this for the umpteenth time now but, my favorite album from syrup16g is “delayed" syrup16g are an indie band who began in 1993 and keep resurging again to pop off. With performances in Budoukan and high Oricon points on their back. This pivotal album of theres is mellow with whimpering instruments and ephemeral sounding visuals and it's really nice, thank you SND.

Media outlets have been making misleading headlines like “A manga opposing the legalization of euthanasia”, and I bet there’s a lot of people are blindly dissing Death Harassment now Death Harassment is a comic written by Yoshida Yori, challenging the problems which could come with euthanasia, and a society which might pressure departure unto the unwilling. Euthanasia has been becoming a uproarious subject in Japan, ever since a woman fled to Sweden because she suffered brain diseases, and wanted to die while still preserving her sanity and dignity. People are now starting to welcome the prospect and yearn for a mercy fate but, please consider the demerits and the demoralization also, is the message. I translated the comic for fun also here.

This evening as I was eating soba alone, in front of me were a middle-aged couple throwing curses at each other with sullied mouths, but by the time I finished my soba they were smiling together. I think that’s perfectly peachy. That reminds me, I ate 4 whole eggs today. I think I ate too much.

My habit of getting the urge to play with people only at this time of the day, is really bad.  Posted at 3 AM JST.

Yumao, also at 3~ AM JST.  Bubble milk tea for sensible people has been gaining traction on twitter but, the fact that it's not Chinese tea milk tea is the nonsense to me. There was a post about purchasing uncooked tapioca pearls at a Seijou Ishii (an exotic super market chain), and putting them inside of a convenience store bought bottle of cheap tea. Budget bubble tea.  In regards to Yumao’s comment, the Chinese oolong tea is such a standard I’m assuming he’s referring to that. Is this more flavor wars, the civil wars over various flavors of integrated foods from equal or same brands is rampant throughout Japan’s domestic history. It’s kinoko VS. takenoko etc. Why such fervor over flavor YUMA

I gotta buy toothpaste I can’t sleep whatsoever so I thought if I drank I would get sleepy but I drank and it’s somehow backfired by revitalizing me so now I got no idea what the fuck to do, I’m screwed I’m screwed I know that feeling when your stomach is in a frenzy, too well

I haven’t heard the term “moe” used in a while I kinda want to go heavy on it now Replies: "Shinoda you’re moe” “Shimoeda” “Your expression when you got kicked was so moe" (He was kicked by yg during SLEEPWALK ref: the 6/1 report)” “The term moe technically d- (*The definition copypasta-ed from wikipedia*).” Within a split second replies have already turned into hell so I’m putting the lid back on moe, please forgive me Damn it’s hot.

I saw Tokyo Syoki Syodo in concert for my first time today. It was the best. I seriously thought I was gonna burst into tears. It might be a long time since I was last this excited to see a band live - it's been a long time since I even saw a concert live but still,,, I was surprised by how much of the lyrics to Saisei Button I subconsciously remembered. It just shows that Tokyo Syoki Syodo's songs are that good. They are a group who indulge in the typicality of cutesy culture, instagram filters, sparkling make-up, and all while flexing the power to whack you with whamming hard rock. He mentioned them again in his June 9th twitcast also, calling them natural and epiphanic to how bands can just be just as they are. I have no doubts that this is my top-played song these past few months. This is my anthem. -Saisei Rock, their most recent music video, check it out! I don’t even know how many years I’ve lived at this point but it’s not commonplace to find a song this great. 

This example will only be understood by super like-minded folk, but I haven’t felt this way since I got obsessed with Sakasama Cider. 

He’s expressed countless times how much he likes this song and the artist, Gucha Gucha's, Though the story behind SND’s partiality may be ultimately uncertain, it can be easily understood from one listen. The guitarist and cofounder of the Gucha Gucha’s, Shimoyaka, borrowed Shinoda’s guitar for their first live. Chikyuu Monogatari chapter 3 uses Shimoyaka as a model.  Shimoyaka has posted porn on forums, getting banned from youtube, he was on a team with infamous Shotacon Kurage, here’s SND’s cover of Sakasama Cider playing over the team, nowadays he does retro~modern gaming livestreams or his own cooking episodes because he got kicked off a cooking show, he slipped at the Niconico Douga Game Party, he’s videos are quite civil now though Shinoda even joined him for a stream and is watching them often.  Shinoda on the July 9th live said not verbatim “When I heard Sakasama Cider and ‘Sad Delay-chan’’ live, I was amazed by Shimoyaka that he can actually make good songs. Justice doesn’t have to be one-sided~ Gucha Gucha’s are unrefined and shitty and helpless, but then they bounce back up with a sudden good song and it’s irresistible. I’m always yearning to meet those sort of exciting experiences. 

We are people who clench our fists until our palms are red with blood, and we keep going on singing. Though we tend to forget it

Happy birthday ygarshy!! ygarshy's birthday is on June 17th and I hope you celebrated. SND’s birthday is also on June 6th. And I Hope. If not they can still be celebrated 365/24. Because even SND had proceeded to tweet these words of celebration at…. 12 o’ clock AM June 18th. Right when the clock changed!!

Look at this simultaneous trickery. Then Yumao RT-ed them both. I love you Rie… I love you so much...

I liked when Brocken Jr. was hit by Prisman's rainbow shower and super fucking glowed. (Timestamp 1:38) Also Mariposa’s victory pose was freakish-, ly cool (Timestamp 3:14) Kinnikuman is branded as Ultimate Muscle foreignly, if you recognize it! This youtube video is is a short promo reel celebrating the 40th anniversary of the series, Yudetamago has been in it for the long haul and is well honored by the lords of the wrestlers.

Wooooooooooah

I wanna eat a negitoro bowl Raw tuna and scallions plomped on top of a bowl of rice The special issue of Kinnikuman, I didn’t think it would put me on the verge of tears like this. Chairman takes way too many goods to the table. Plus everyone is cheerfully chit-chatting about how absolutely maniacal of a character Robin Mask is. Robin Mask really is one loony mister. Most characters are weirdos on thin ice but Robin Mask is in a whole different league of weirdo so,,, Also for the 40th anniversary, an original episode was spotlighted in the 29th issue of Shounen Jump magazine. and taken for another spin! Chairman, AKA Harabote Muscle, had an emotional arc in it too. Robin Mask I'm guessing is as rambunctiously malicious as ever in it.

The final episode of Sarazanmai had me bawling like a baby.

A photo of the possession of Kinnikuman -Supermen Dictionary-.

futurrrrrrrreee funnnnnnnnnnnk

I spent about 4 hours dancing alone in the club I am a party person Party people(パリピ is just ENG articulated into JP)* is a slang which means just that. It’s believed to have been originally popularized by a song called Let’s Party People from Illmania. Since then it’s curved to hold different nuances for all kinds of different people also. It can indicate ‘avid partygoers' or ’normies’ or it can just be for people who’re having a good time.

Puuuuuuussssshhhh! An issue of 100M, an upcoming shounen manga by the author Uoto. It's bout a runner who’s world revolves around his sport and nothing other, who then meets a boy who runs only to forget the troubles of the rest of the world. The story spurts off from there. 笑顔いっぱい！ https://youtu.be/QXuGweSMxUI @YouTubeさんから ときめきメモリアル　キャラソング【おサカナになりたい～1000wに願いを～】～虹野沙希～（TokimekiMemorial music） https://youtu.be/rV16KgKKUi8 @YouTubeさんから YUNG BAE - Fly With Me https://youtu.be/BWgQvj0Nd_U @YouTubeさんから TenmaTenma - September https://youtu.be/6VsJgk5Qw6s @YouTubeさんから ~~~A slew of various song recommendations~~~

People that're posting pics of ramen while talking about being on a vegan diet, and people who gang up on them both, aren't they all becoming a clusterfuck of boringness without even heed to their actions

People who were peacefully posting their favorite music until suddenly bursting blustery onto the net, ain’t that the definition of emotional instability SND are you heeding your own actions Seven-eleven when are you gonna sell microwavable mugimeshi (rice with boiled barley mixed in) Task-san (a trusty companion of all of Rie’s, and an even more lovable animator who runs most of Minaken): *Replied to SND with a photo of Seveneleven brand microwavable mugimeshi*  SND: So they do have it

As I was frying some fried eggs, it hit me, people who heedlessly throw heavy words at other people tend not to let anyone else complain about the heavy weights they themselves may put onto other people huh.. But actually that’s not necessarily true so whatever

I just recently caught up with Murata-sensei’s version of One-Punch Man but, thanks to the insanity of the quality level, Tatsumaki has gotten so sexy I burst out laughing See: ONE VS. Yusuke Murata 

Clever folks, I’m positive you could figure out who my favorite One Punch Man characters are. There’s two of them.  The answer is King and Unlicensed Rider Oops there’s Zombieman too

I’ve noticed that washing ashtrays squeaky clean seems to put me in a better mood The Marías - Cariño youtu.be/QHVp9xiUr9U @YouTubeさんから The Marias are soo good The 3 monkies game, the host is so cockeyed that I’m laughing out loud I think he’s talking about サルヂエ(Sarudie), a quiz show about 3 people donned in hyper-realistic monkey attire, overseeing the “homo sapiens” as they try to solve unique questions. Which are usually twists on daily life concepts, find the difference, or digesting puns on pop culture. The word Sarudie(猿知恵) itself refers to something which seems profound but is actually simple and shallow, like monkey business etc, and the hosts are spoofs of The Three Wise Monkeys, while they hooked in a lot of famous figures to be the quiz undertakers. I want the DVDs. Though if SND is talking about a different 3 monkey game then I’m oopsie-doopsie. I heard a voice for the first time in a while

I can feel my manga-artist muscles crippling

nico.ms/sm35308083?ref… #sm35308083 #ニコニコ動画 It’s here!!!!!!!!!! Ref his tweet from earlier 'Is Tanktop Shoutai's new video out yet’. So if any youtuber works with a band on a music video then everyone’s going to assume they’re Starmie next I guess A recent cause of discourse was the twitter account A Starmie Who Wants to Quit My Band(@shhf9kr)*. It originally was suspected of being the side-account of KANA-BOOM's bassist, Meshida, due to the timing of the account's appearance and the unsettling content. Meshida had gone missing for about a week’s time, much to relief he’s returned home, but upon return he’s now taking a break from the band to heal from pressure/anxiety… Which is a huge worry in itself (On top of Alexandros’ drummer going on hiatus because of physical issues and then MONGOL800.....) though for now we only have the power ease his soul.. BUT ANYWAY - This Starmie twitter account tweeted “I’m so far gone with band work that I’ve devolved into a Starmie. ~~~~ I feel so disgusting.” on the exact same date as the dilemma. As the situation progressed the details Starmie revealed about financial problems and wage didn’t match up with KANA-BOOM, so they’ve continued to suspected to be SEKAI NO OWARI, now signing salient as someone named Ishihidari from BASEMENT TIMES, the writer of a snazzy sassy J-Rock blog and band of that same name. Shinoda here is a direct reaction to Starmie’s recent tweet under the lines of “I hate having to work with a youtuber.” Yeah SND you're 100% right, it's now on the radars of us curious critters. Why is the J-rock scene such a pain hoho. I bought new shorts but it’s chilly out today so I’m in a sort of pickle

I tried out lo-fi hiphop style for a change of pace and I ended up making songs I get to feel like I’ve done good work as easy as fast-food, lo-fi hiphop is good Maybe this is fine, we have flowers here (The word in the insta video means "to hide from the rain")

I don’t wanna add screentones

He used a southern accent on this, unlike his usual slurry casual city boy tone. I notice that southern JP seems to simplify the connotation of tone by omitting certain sounds or replacing them with vowels and then they’ll proceed to make the whole phrase more musical, it’s like ending your sentences with a “~” but it’s a whole accent done that way~ vowels are cute, gimme more~ Or maybe not idk It’s a hardship to even work on my manga because of my back pains, people who’ve actually wrecked their back must go through serious hell Kobayashi Doumu (*ref: later in this post): *sends SND a photo of himself hospitalized with crutches and bandages for his back* I was watching Kura-kyun’s stream but, does that guy actually still live in Aichi…? This seems like a rabbit hole I don’t want to dip my toes so I’ll take a step back but… Shotacon Kurage is a long time streamer who seems to get up to a lot of unfavorable antics. のどちんこって呼び名、いくらなんでもメチャクチャ過ぎないか No matter how you put it, isn’t the nickname “throat schlong” just a little too messed up Kids super often call the uvula part of the mouth by that nickname I don’t like the rain because I can’t go out drinking

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One mustn’t slack off on their self-care The drawing says “Shoulder pains”.

シノダ「地球物語 35話 – BABYBABYの夢 – 」 | MEETIA After a 2 month break period, the 35th issue has been topped off. It’s full of all the ideas and memes I’ve accumulated over the whole 2 month span, so please if you may, take it easy on me. And please give it a read. Shinoda “Chikyuu Monogatari: Chapter 35 - Dreams of BABYBABY - meetia.net/manga/shinoda-… #meetia 

Shiohigari, fantastic artist of 1 panel light-heavyhearted gags, girls who share their feelings and a Picasso-esque mascot named after himself. He also happens to share many interests with SND and a decade-long historic friendship with him: That part there, that’s the Robin Mask moment! During the Survivor Match for the Kinniku Throne Arc, the match against Kinnikuman Zebra and Parthenon!  SND: I’ve been exposed Trivia: ●The title "Dreams of BABYBABY” is a reference to the song by TANUKI of the same name. SND’s interest in future funk grows. ●The Chikyuu Monogatari chapter has a parallel to a Kinnikuman scene. When that manga went on hiatus for 3 months due to an illness of the author's, right in the middle of a fight scene's cliffhanger, he returned and doubled-down on it. By making the characters do this:

And SND’s comic has this parallel:

“Wake up!” “Please excuse me. How could I not get sleepy after being left here for 2 months….”“Are we allowed to say this stuff, I’m sorry Yudetamago-sensei.” ●Please keep having fun Shinoda-sensei.

I made 10 lo-fi hiphop songs *They’re magnificent and they’re incoming, check his Instagram for the ongoing bonanza! https://www.instagram.com/snd_vs_snd/  Laundry is so draining  Harassment sentences are going to such extremes that now it’s as if they’re the one’s doing the harassment meow, said the kitten who’s sleeping next to me There’s not actually any kitten sleeping next to me: it’s the imaginary friends in my head

What an article. Don’t be releasing things like this into the world. Do they have no dignity, mishandling words while trying to write about the subject of words.  Emo, in terms of usage and genre, has especially been through a lot of change. But upholding only the era you lived in and then proceeding to feel nostalgia and begrudging the next generation for being different is amazing in itself, not to mention their absolute subjectivity combined with presumptuous usage of “Us”. 

Or, so had spoke the kitten sleeping next to me... In reference to his retweet of this article: https://letters-to-you.life/emoi It’s a petty, convoluted text rebuking the masses for a simplicity and resisting the implacable evolution of language. The word “emoi” in Japan (which is super equivalent to the English "emo") is transforming from not only the emo band subculture or a descriptive of emotional experiences, but also to mean the likes of an adjective for any emotion-evoker and the author is uhhh conservative. Let us get emotional over things!! wowawa lived through all the evolution also and he’s still an enthusiastic user of all definitions of “emo” too...

I’ve been cooking nukaduke at home recently and all I have to say is that home-cooked nukaduke is the best. 

Trivia: Yumao lives together with his super duper saikou cool mother, Yurika.

My nukaduke paste is getting better and better, and the pickles I’m making are amazing. I need to consider cutting back on the salt a bit though.

Ah nukaduke is emo

Yumao has nowset his location to nukaduke, hunger ensues

Kobayashi Doom congrats on a good run & Congrats on the new issue #SupportForLet’sMeal

The picture shown is SND’s face was drawn in the background of Meshi ni Shimashou(Let’s have some food!), a manga by Kobayashi Doom. It’s a story which digs into the lives of a a manga artist and her assistant, who bask in the dying embryos of production and then cook meals with crazy twists or gimmicks to restore their “MP”. There’s an official sneak-peak preview of it here! It’s only available in JP though… If you like the look of it please feel free to yell at your local manga provider to officially translate it, Kobayashi Doom is someone SND is so undeniably influenced by. Especially their series Negi nee-san. A webcomic about a surreal girl drowned in surreal antics. It’s usually rooted in nonsense and that’s the grandest appeal. The visuals consist of copy-pasted collages, intricate professional art dynamics, cute girls, to stoic jokes such as “’seven eleven is an integer so seven & I is a complex number” and mostly references to mathematics or science or Jojo. The most parroted one is “Yes” “Not yes”. Also worthy of mention is that things resembling Negi-neesan’s various nameless beasts will show up as backdrop etc. in SND’s manga Chikyuu Monogatari. And most importantly here, there’s even a comic about Shinoda on that link, with the Let’s Meal characters! It reads: Madare ”Who's that?" Omega "From the band 'Hitorie',His name is Shinoda and he seems to be a zealous fan of mine, (sign reads: zealous whatever food hall) He told me he wants me to experience his recent works so he sent me the mp3"Madare “Ooh Isn’t Hitorie that [insert amazing praise here]“. Omega “Look, he’s even wearing a Negi-T (Negi-nee-san’s surreal brand) in this video” (Reference: In the Talkie Dance MV he wears this one) Woah　Click-click Omega “So now, I’ve listened to it 100 times but in sheer honesty I don’t know anything about rock besides the band Ningen Isu so I thought I’d use this comic as an equivalent of an answer to him, a sort of "guess my feelings" quiz. Madare “I see you're popping your conman skill again. (You’ve even beaten me with that skill before )” “I’ve been eavesdropping. Time to cook a meal and get together with him” Omega “I like it." *The chorus lyrics to Hitorie's NAI from ai/SOlate are written on the top left corner, Kobayashi Doumu on the right, and the beastly text written next to the youkai-looking Shinoda in slide one I believe is an feisty ateji encrypting ‘For Shinoda’. SND replied to that comic too! Saying “Even insane miracles can happen huh, Doom-sensei thank you so much!! No this is seriously sick, wtf…." Q.E.D. Kobayashi Doom is strangely important for SND’s character development.

This isn’t specifically concurrent with my current feelings but The text on the video reads “I like you I like you!l I snuck a glance at myself in the mirror and my back has a hunch far worse than I even imagined SND’s RT:  ONE BY ONE RECORDS, the indies label, is hanging up the hat after 12 years of service…. Ahhhh… Congrats and good luck on future ventures oh employees..  Key to this article is the band, JONNY. A Weezer cover/original group of which, a certain familiar chestnut-headed rock hero played for. I’ll save the stories of the explorations into that beloved dark past dungeon for another day but, yes, click that link and you’ll see, that glasses fella is a young Shinoda in the flesh.  I woke up in the middle of the night. Have a listen to this if you plan to go to bed anytime soon. instagram.com/p/BzV23p6HpRl/… Written on the drawing is “Poyashimi”, which simply means “Oyasumi (Good night)". It was originally just a misspell due to “O” and “P” being so close on standard keyboards but, it’s cute so it’s been adopted in it’s own rights. Can been paired with “Pokita (= Okita = I just woke up)” in the morning. Cute. I wanna go to the beach instagram.com/p/BzawsWGHaGg/…

I wrote MUNEYAKE but I myself don’t have any muneyake heartburn, that’s all there is to it I couldn’t make the bubble tea visible without making the emblem on the hat invisible, and just fought a weird-ass battle with this https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzh7fqRnkBQ/?igshid=1hmx49pswt6ns … “Yasumi" means like “take a breather"

I recorded drums for Sasaki Sayaka’s song, the ending theme for 'Ultraman Taiga’. I used a big and powerful setup for this. The broadcasts start on 7/6. I can’t wait. Also Taro's son is crazy. Ultraman Taro's son is the main character of this new spinoff tokusatsu series! The ending song is called “Hitotsubishi” and will premiere along the first episode, I’ll update this if an official video arrives later, so we can listen to it! I watched the first episode of Taiga, I’m think I’m gonna cry.

This morning a drunken me slipped while walking down the stairs, and turned into the Kinnikuman side of the Kinniku-Buster. My butt hurts. Smack down on the floor, legs aflight.

colormal’s concert was downright fantastic, everybody listen to colormal https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJ83BZ_BIHA&feature=youtu.be

colormal, a galvanized nerd who turned his hobby into a hopping constitution for his livelihood, his quest for the alternative rock. He makes music alone and he’s namely even inspired by Shinoda’s past solo project “cakebox”. He’s bound to mention a cakebox song in his interviews, on top of a whopping list of other western or indie bands. His music itself has flows of climaxes into unfluctuating concord and it’s either guitar or guitar with pretty effects and I enjoy it SND. His filling bassist, Matsuyama, was even thrilled! https://twitter.com/mtymJb/status/1147537998898069504

My body isn’t able to finish even the small size ramen with full toppings. “Mashi” is a trademark menu option of the chain Ramen Jiro. It’s under the lines of “Pile it up”. You can choose to pile up a bit of everything like Shinoda seems to, or you can choose from specific topping such as veggies or meats. If you ever go into such a ramen shop, try shouting “yasai mashi mashi!” or “buta mashi mashi!” for a heap of piggie. 

Tokyo Shoegazer are definite They’re an indies band who had a concert in Shinjuku that day! One of their most recent tweets draws my attention 👀 The wheat and grated yam beef meal at Yoshinoya is delectable but, the sign says the large rice portion and refills are given for free until 11 PM, but when I go there’s a fee on the large portion, how am I supposed to interpret this Reply: I work at Yoshinoya but the free portions and refills is a recent offer, the menus just haven’t been reprinted to represent it… The meal packages generally all have free refills and large rice portions. Shinoda: Thank you. Ref: their ENG menu. Feel free to use this information if you ever get the chance to go to a Yoshidora!!(?) SWEET https://www.instagram.com/p/Bznm6DTH-Gs/ I want to see Siamese Cats live They’re a definite J-rock band who have tinges of psychedelic and a sort of 80’s pop style to their music. They had an outdoor show the day before SND tweeted this, but they also have a 10th Year Anniversary Celebration concert this December. SND GO! Siamese Cats - Escape Eve (Official Video) 2018　　シャムキャッツ - 逃亡前夜 https://youtu.be/5Jtd5nmI0Fc

salad days was on Amazon Prime so I gave it a gander but it was really fucking good. The walking alone Straight Edge scene or at the beginning when everyone was partying together until strange people starting flooding in one by one and the safety of the concert went downhill Or how the terminology “emocore” doesn’t resonate at all with people who were directly associated with it at the outset.

The fact that controversy which we’re still having today has existed since the 80’s is an astonishment
 Also once the Smells Like~ MV wrought the knowledge of crowd-surfing (stage-diving) upon the world, and then the crowd became a flood of stage-divers so much that Fugazi lost his temper, that scene was so good

The joint show with Trouble Funk, when they were reflecting on what became the final Minor Threat show, everyone was vocalizing the horrors, the turmoil of it, yet I laughed when only Ian said it wasn’t that bad

Not disregarding how these types of issues really did exist those days, ultimately the concerts and their music really are awesome, the energy and thrill everyone held was amazing

Formidable figures such as Thurston Moore and Dave Grohl are shown looking back on the past, and then pops in J Mascis with such batshit indifference that I laughed again 
Why does Ian MacKaye not have a Japanese wiki page If it draws your attention here’s the link!:https://www.amazon.com/Salad-Days-Fred-Armisen/dp/B01MAV0YAH I’m not specifically feeling emo https://www.instagram.com/p/BzqVd4wnaOX/?igshid=nhnyzm9vipdi …“emoi”

#ヒトリエ #hitorie #long post #Shinoda played violin in the twitcast yesterday how do I report on this #SHINODA VIOLIN