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[sunriseinsound]

tag dump! the tags are all lines from the books! (except my ooc tag, obviously lol)

[freyito]

Can I request platonic Tomas and Bi-Han headcannons with a gn child/teen reader who has difficulty feeling emotions because they were never taught how to process or deal with emotions and the only thing they were told about emotions were to hide them?

This is kinda self indulgent, so I'm sorry if it's kinda specific or weird to you

its alright anon this also lowkey heals the inner child in me BECAUSE THATS ME THATS ME THATS ME TOO. paired with flat affect (and rbf) i had a really hard time understanding emotions in general as a kid!!!! nothing could process properly so i was (and still am) the definition of :l (KACPER LORE!!!)so im slappin flat affect on here as well, if u dont mind anon

cw: gn reader, platonic, proud bi-han, happy tomas, reader is teen (age isnt mentioned however), proofread

ᴛᴏᴍᴀꜱ & ʙɪ-ʜᴀɴ + ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas comes from a place of sympathy. Perhaps he doesn't quite understand why it's so hard for you to show your emotions, given he's very expressive himself. The most he's experienced is difficult emotions, so he tries his very best not to step over a line.

He's curious and worried, though. He wants to understand you better, and he wants to know just why it is so hard to smile around him.

So, Tomas tries hard to make you smile, any sort of emotion. He'll give you gifts, things he thinks you'll find interesting from his missions, or just try and surprise you in any sort of way. Which always falls short.

He notices that in tense times, or even in times of tragedy you almost seem unsure about how to feel. And afterwards, you almost seem unaffected, in a bad way.

He swallows his pride and just asks you why it's hard to make you emote, why your voice almost lacks emotion. And when you don't have a proper answer, somehow he forms his own answer.

He's kind to you, as much as he will always seek out a reaction, he doesn't think of you any differently. In fact, he's actually determined to teach you how to properly understand your emotions.

He assures you it's okay to cry, happy cry, sad cry, confused cry, whatever kind of cry. Although, not much had come up to render this reaction out of you. He's almost too expressive around you, almost as if he's showing you what to do.

At the end of the day, however, Tomas is sure to help you. Regardless. It doesn't matter if you can only pout now, it's progress. And he's happy. He's actually made it a point to be there during every big step. He finds it so hard to contain himself when he sees you genuinely smile for the first time.

-Bi-Han

Now, Bi-Han understands hiding your emotions. He himself was taught to keep them hidden. But slowly, that had just turned into resentment. So he sees a lot of himself in you.

He'll brush it off at first, he tells himself he doesn't want to get into it. But he slowly convinces himself to come around. He's empathetic, he almost understands every movement you make.

He puts in as much effort as he can, at least, what he thinks is enough effort. As strong as he knows he is, he knows that it's a bad idea to let this evasion of emotion turn into the anger he feels.

Bi-Han sits you down, and talks to you directly. He doesn't tell you his entire story, but he tells you that it's okay to allow yourself to feel and allow yourself to express that. But, he tells you not to force yourself to feel. There's a fine line between those two differences.

He enjoys watching your progress, and just like Tomas, he wants to be there every step of the way. But he's also a bit too prideful for that. So, he's content from watching the sidelines.

Little do you know, he's celebrating those little moments. Behind your back, obviously. He's proud of you. But still too prideful to show that in public. However, he voices this to you. He tells you how proud of you he is when he knows he can have a private word with you.

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[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: College AU! The Eras Tour

Warnings: college!reader, fem!reader, mentions of anxiety, age gap

September 2023

“Hey luv?” I hear Harry call out for me from the bedroom. 

“What’s up?” I say as I walk in holding my laptop so I can continue the homework I had been working on. 

“Do you still have a lot of homework to do?” he asks, and I look up from what I was doing and look at him, placing the laptop on the dresser and walking over to him, standing next to him as he sits at the edge of the bed.  

“Um yes and no. Why?”

“I have a surprise for you, and I don’t think I can keep it a secret anymore,” he says, and I step in between his legs and rest my arms over his shoulders. 

“What is it?” I say, and then lean forward and give him a kiss. “You know how I feel about surprises,” I say when I pull back and he laughs.

“Yes, to quote you ‘as long as you know every detail ahead of time you love surprises.’ They just can’t be blindfolded in the car with no idea what is happening,” he says laughing. 

“Absolutely correct. I mean, I have really strong deduction skills, so usually even if I’m blindfolded in the car I can still figure it out, but then I feel bad and act as though I didn’t. As long as I know exactly what is happening at least a day prior to it happening it can be a surprise.”

“Right. Well this surprise is two months in advance, so hopefully that is plenty of time,” he says with a small laugh and I smile.

“Okay so gimme. Or tell me. Whichever applies in this situation,” I say, and he gently grabs my waist and pushes me back so he can stand up. He gives me a quick kiss and then turns us.

“You sit on the bed, and turn the tv on. I need to grab my phone so I can airplay this to the television,” he says, and I do what he said. I sit on the bed with my legs crossed under me,  right at the end of the bed so I’m closer to the TV and grab the remote, turning it on. He walks back into the room right as I get it pulled up to the airplay screen, and connects his phone. All I can see is a black screen, so I look at him with a look of confusion. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, and I smile. 

“Babe, I’ve been ready. What is going on?” 

“Okay so you know how at the Grammy’s I got to talk to Taylor for a little?” he asks, and I nod my head, remembering the conversation we had afterwards. “Okay well we talked a little about you, and I left that out when I first told you the story because with your school schedule I didn’t know if we could make anything work.”

“Make what work?” I ask him, grabbing his hand. 

“Just wait. Anyway, I talked to her about you that night, told her all about you, told her how we met, how much I love you, all sorts of things like that,” he says, and my jaw drops. 

“You told Taylor Swift about me? The Taylor Swift? Your ex-girlfriend Taylor Swift?” I say, a look of shock completely taking over my face.

“Yes. What other Taylor Swift is there? And why wouldn't I tell her? We may not be engaged yet but I do fully intend on marrying you,” he says, and then places a quick kiss on my lips before pulling back and continuing. “I also told her about how when she announced her tour  you got all excited and waited in the ticketmaster queue and didn’t get any tickets and how sad you were, she had an idea. So I needed the airplay to show you the video I got from her, for you, the other day,” he says, and then takes my chin in his hand, and gently turns it towards the TV. 

“Hey Y/N!” the video starts as the screen lights up and Taylor appears on the screen. “I’ve heard so much about you from that amazing man of yours! You chose a good man,” she says, and I turn to Harry really quick, just for him to point me back to the screen, causing me to turn back. “He texted me last week and told me he had worked out a day for you guys to come to a show. So you better start looking for an outfit, because on November 11th you will be coming to the Eras Tour in Buenos Aires!” she exlcaims in the video, and I look at Harry, only to be pointed towards the screen again. “Not only will you be here but I told Harry I could get you guys into the friends and family tent, and I have some more surprises for you when you get here. I am so excited to meet you!” she says, and then the video ends, and  I just sit there staring at the screen in silence, unmoving.

“Luv?” Harry questions from next to me after I’ve been sitting there for probably a minute. 

“Hm?” I hum, still not moving my eyes or turning my body from the blank screen in front of me. 

“Are you… um… still with me?” 

“I’m physically still here. My mind is blown though,” I say, finally turning my head to look at him. “I mean, you got your ex-girlfriend to not only give us tickets to her sold out show, but put us in her friends and family tent. I didn’t realize the two of you were so close.”

“Y/N, are you jealous?” he asks with a teasing lilt in his voice. 

“Yes and no. I’m half still in shock, and half jealous because she’s Taylor Swift, a famous popstar, and your ex, and I’m just… me,” I say, looking down at my hands. 

“You don’t actually believe that do you?” he asks, taking my hands in one of his, and lifting my chin up with the other. “She may be my ex, and a popstar, but you are everything to me. You light up my sad days, you care about hearing about my days, how recording is going, how my family is. You are the person I want to come home to,” he says and then presses a quick kiss to my lips. “ Now, if this makes you uncomfortable and you don’t want to go I would complete-” he starts, and I cut him off, placing my hand over his mouth.

“Nope, we’re going. I’ve wanted this for so long. I just got a little jealous and insecure. I want to go and meet Taylor Swift. Can you imagine if we hit it off and become  best friends? I’d be part of her crew and…” I keep going as Harry just laughs and pulls me in for a hug, placing a kiss on my forehead. 

“There’s my girl,” he mutters as I continue jabbering on. 

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October 2023

“I can’t believe you hired Lambert to put together era’s tour outfits for us,” I say as I stand in front of the garment bags that are hanging over our closet doors. 

“It was stressing you out, and you needed to focus on school. It was nothing. Basically it was the same as the outfits for the last show on tour, just different outfits” he says, wrapping his arms around me and placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

“So can I look yet?” I ask, toying with the zipper on the bag that has my name on it. 

“Is your homework done?” he asks with a teasing lilt. 

“Yes it’s done. I wouldn’t be standing in the bedroom if it wasn’t. These garment bags have been teasing me since I got home and came in here to change,” I respond with a little eye roll, and he squeezes my waist before letting me go. 

“Go ahead. Open that bag up,” he says, and I take the step it takes to reach the garment bag and yank the zipper down. 

“Wow. Lambert really kills it every time,” I say as I reach out to touch the fabric of the dress. 

“Yeha, ‘at’s why I keep hiring ‘im,” Harry says, and I laugh. 

“Is there shoes that go with it?” I ask, turning back to Harry and walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Yes and no. He got a pair of shoes for you to wear with the outfit, but I thought you might like some shoes that were more comfy,” he says, and unwinds from me, before walking into the closet. “So I’m going to show you both options, and over the next month you can make the choice before we leave.” 

“Babe, we both know I’m going to pretend like I want to wear the uncomfortable ones, but I will wind up wearing the comfy ones,” I say as he steps back into the bedroom.

“Exactly. Hence why you have two options. Okay, here are the uncomfortable ones,” he says, and holds out a shoebox. I take it from him and open it. 

“Okay but these are really cute,” I say, putting the box on the bed and taking one of the boots out. “And they would go perfectly with the outfit. And they probably wouldn’t be that uncomfortable,” I say, and then slip it on. I slip the other one on and then stand up and walk around the room. “These aren’t so bad. They just feel like boots.”

“Well they are an option. Do you want to see the comfortable pair?”

“Have you met me?” I ask as I sit down on the edge of the bed and start to take the boots off. Right as I get the second one off Harry steps in front of me holding a box of Converse. “Ooh Converse,” I say as I take them out of his hand, and he laughs. 

“I know you better than you think I do,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before moving next to me and putting the boots back in the box as I take the Converse out. 

“These also match perfectly!” I exclaim as I look at them. “Did you pick these or did Lamb pick them?” 

“I picked these. Lambert sent me pictures before he finalized them, and I saw the shoes, so I went online and ordered you these because I knew they’d get here around the same time.”

“Babes I’m gonna be honest, these will definitely be the shoes I wind up wearing at the concert. However I’ll wear the boots on a date night or something,” I tell him, placing the box next to me and reaching out for him. “Can we go to bed now?” I ask, shoving both shoeboxes to the side and laying back. 

“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “But before that did you want to see the outfit he put together for me?” he asks, and I sit back up. 

“Yes! I got so distracted that I forgot!” I exclaim, and he walks over to the closet, pulling the zipper on his garment bag down. “Midnights!” I exclaim, jumping up and walking over to him and his garment bag. “This is great! I would have put you in something 1989 style because… well… You know. But this is even better! It is so close to your style!” 

“Well Lambert has been dressing me for years now, he would know my style,” he says, and I laugh. “He also said that he considered something 1989 style, but ultimately decided on this. And I’m wearing my pair of Satellite stompers from the Grammy’s.”

“It was a good choice. You’re gonna look great,” I say, and then grab his hand. “I would love to go to sleep now,” I say, and he laughs, allowing me to tug him to the bed with me. 

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“This is so exciting!” I exclaim as we deboard our plane in Buenos Aires. “It’s so pretty here!”

“It is,” Harry replies, wrapping his arm around me as soon as we are both back on solid ground. “So, I have a question,” he says as we climb into the car that was waiting for us. 

“Okay, hit me with it,” I say as I settle in next to him. 

“Would you like to go to dinner with Taylor and Travis?” he asks, and I choke on the drink of water I had been taking. 

“WhAt?” I ask once I can breathe again. 

“Taylor invited us to dinner. Would you like to go?” he repeats, and I just gape at him. 

“What?” I ask again, still in shock. 

“I know you heard what I said and that you’re just in shock. So I’m just going to let you sit there in this,” he says with a smile, and leans over and places a kiss on my forehead. I sit there in silence, still shocked by the question for another few minutes. 

“What time?” are the first two words I mutter after probably five minutes. 

“Around 7:30,” he says, and I look at the time. 

“Yeah I would like to go,” I say, looking at him. 

“Are you sure? I know there’s a lot of things running through your mind right now. You can say no. I’ll understand, and so will they,” he says, and I smile and scoot closer to him on the bench seat. 

“You know me so well. But yeah. I’m sure. It’s going to be amazing,” I tell him, and then press my lips to his. 

A few hours later I’m standing in front of the mirror in our hotel room. 

“I feel like this looks awful,” I say, running my hands over the dress I had put on for this dinner. 

“You look amazing. And honestly, I have a feeling that Taylor will be wearing something similar,” Harry says, holding my satellite stompers from the last show up in the air. 

“No, I feel like I should wear nice shoes,” I say, grabbing a pair of heels from the floor. 

“Okay. If you think you’ll be comfortable,” he says, and I nod. 

“I’ll be okay. It’s dinner. Mostly sitting anyway,” I say, and then sit on the edge of the bed to put them on. I slip them on, and then hold my foot out. “Will you buckle these?” I ask Harry, and he laughs, before kneeling on the floor and grabbing my foot. When he finishes buckling one shoe he drops my foot and taps my other leg, and I lift that foot towards him and he buckles that one as well. 

“Wow,” I say when I stand up a moment later. “I forgot that in these shoes I’m almost as tall as you.” He laughs and tugs me to him, pulling me in for a kiss. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asks when he releases me, and I laugh nervously. 

“Yep. Let’s go,” I say, the nerves coming through my voice. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks as we step into the elevator. 

“What do you mean?” “I mean, you’re nervous and I want to make sure you’re okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him. 

“I’m going to word vomit all my feelings on you, is that okay?” I say, looking up and into his eyes. 

“Luv, o’ course it’s okay,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. “You’ve been doing it since I met you. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Okay that’s sweet and you’re amazing. Here is all of my thoughts and feelings,” I say, and then pause and take a deep breath. “Okay, so, I know that since I am with you it has become more common for me to meet celebrities and I should not be this nervous. I’ve just looked up to her for as long as I can remember,” I pause for another breath as we step out of the elevator and start walking through the lobby of the hotel. 

“I’ve listened to her music since I was 7. Her music is so important to me, and knowing I’m about to meet the person whose music I turn on anytime I need to feel comfort. And the work she does empowering women, and using her fame to help people understand who they’re voting for. Knowing that she also suffers from the fear of disappointing or upsetting people. She’s just so important to me and the idea of meeting her is so amazing and one of the few things I have wanted for so long, and yet I am so terrified. What if I word vomit at dinner?”

“Oh love,” he says, and stops walking,  pulling me fully into him, wrapping his arms completely around me. “She is going to love you. You don’t need to worry about being anything other than yourself. You’re amazing as is. I am so excited for you to meet her, because I believe that you two could be good friends.” He presses another quick kiss to my forehead, and then takes my hand, leading the two of us out of the hotel to the waiting car. “Plus,” he says as he shuts the door behind him when we’re both in the car. “Who cares if you word vomit? Literally no one. It’s so adorable.”

“I’m 100 percent sure you are the only person in the world who thinks my word vomit is adorable,” I tell him, leaning into him on the seat. He laughs and takes my hands in his, gently rubbing them as we drive towards the restaurant. 

“Hey, one thing I want to do for you before we go in, to help calm your nerves,” he says, and I close my eyes, knowing where he is going with this. “One thing you can taste.”

“The breath mint I popped in my mouth when we got in the car.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“Clean car and your cologne. You smell amazing by the way,” I say, keeping my eyes  closed but turning towards him with a smile. He laughs and presses a kiss to my forehead before continuing. 

“Three things you can hear.”

“You breathing, the other cars on the road, the quiet music that is playing.”

“Good job. Four things you can feel.”

“The mint melting in my mouth. Your hands rubbing mine. The press of your leg on mine. Um, my eyelashes fluttering on my cheeks.”

“Okay, good job. Last one honey, open your eyes,” he says, and I open them, blinking fast to clear them up. “Five things you can see,” he says, and I lean into him. 

“Your eyes. The inside of the car. The anchor on your arm. A car passing by. The necklace I gave you with a charm from my charm bracelet,” I say, and he pulls me in for a kiss as soon as I finish talking. 

“You did amazing. Do you feel a bit better?” he asks, and I nod.

“Thank you. I love you,” I say, and he leans back in for another kiss. 

“If it helps, I’m a little nervous too because I’m meeting my ex's new boyfriend, and having dinner with the two of them,” he says, and I just laugh and lay my head down on his chest. 

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“Y/N, Harry said you were still in college. What are you studying?” Taylor asks about twenty minutes into our dinner. 

“Oh, um music education and theatre,” I say, smiling at her.

“That’s so awesome! Are you wanting to teach music or theatre more?” she asks, and I laugh.

“Well it depends on what grade levels. Um, I would love to teach high school or middle school theater or speech, but if I were to teach music I would prefer to teach the younger grades, like kindergarten through fifth grade,” I respond, and Harry reaches out and places his hand over mine on the table. 

“Whatever she winds up doing she will be amazing at though,” he says, and I laugh and shake my head. 

“He’s just saying that,” I say, and Taylor waves her hand. 

“No, I'm so sure you will do amazing,” she says, and I just shyly laugh in response. “Harry, are you working on anything new right now?” she asks, and I gently squeeze Harry’s hand and mouth a silent thank you to her.

“I have a few things in the works. Just enjoying the break right now though. I’m loving being able to be there for this one whenever she needs me,” he says, placing a gentle kiss in my hair. 

“I have to say, I am so glad to see you so happy,” she says to him, and I flush. Travis takes the momentary silence to stand up and head towards the restroom.

“It’s nice to see you happy too,” Harry says, and I watch as Taylor’s smile slips a bit. “I mean hiding out for six years because of a guy isn’t really you,” he says, and I kick my leg into his.

“He doesn’t mean any offense,” I say, giving her a small smile. 

“Oh, no it’s okay. I know he doesn’t. And he’s not really wrong. It wasn’t me, but I thought he was the one and I was hurting, so it seemed right at the time. But now…” she says, trailing off, looking in the direction Travis had gone. “Now I can see that it was all wrong,” she says, looking back at the two of us. 

“I’ve had that feeling before,” Harry says, squeezing my hand. I lean over and press a kiss on his cheek, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks. 

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November 11th, 2023

“Hazza?” I call out towards the bathroom in our hotel room, and I hear him walk towards me before he pops his head around the corner. 

“Yes?” 

“I’m ready to give you your bracelets, come here,” I say, reaching out for him. He playfully groans and walks over to me. 

“How many of these are you putting on me?” he asks as I start to slip bracelets on his arms. 

“Umm, enough,” I mutter as I slip another one on. He groans again, and then starts playing with the hem of my dress with his free hand. 

“We look great,” he says, and I laugh. 

“Yeah we do. When do we need to leave again?” I ask him, putting the last bracelet on his arm and letting it go. 

“As soon as you are ready. The security will be waiting for us whenever we get there,” he says, and I turn to him. 

“I’m ready. I just need to grab my bag,” I say, and go past him to leave the bathroom. “Oh and I wanted to take a picture.” I grab my bag and my phone, and then pull Harry over to one of the mirrors. I position him in front of it to take a picture of his outfit, before handing him my phone and having him take a picture of me and my outfit. We take a picture together, and then I take his hand and lead him to the door. “Is the car ready for us?” I ask as we head into the hallway. He nods his head and together we walk to the elevator. 

“Are you nervous?” he asks as he holds my hand. “I can feel your hands shaking.”

“Yes and no. I'm buzzing with energy because I’m so excited, but I’m also nervous because I know there is some sort of surprise tonight but I don’t know what it is,” I tell him, and he nods. “Plus, she told us last night that Travis and her dad will be in the tent with us, and that made me even more nervous than I already was about the surprise tonight,” I tell him, and he laughs and shakes his head. 

“Nothing to be nervous about. Dinner last night was amazing. You two really hit it off. She even gave you her number. There is absolutely nothing to be nervous about. .” He pulls me into him as we exit the elevator, keeping our heads down, because the paparazzi had learned we were in town the night before, when they caught the four of us leaving dinner last night. 

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“Hey Travis!” I exclaim as we get into the friends and family tent

“Hey guys!” he responds. “Your outfits are great!”

“Oh thanks! Harry’s stylist took my ideas and really made them into great outfits,” I tell him, and he chuckles. 

“Stylists are the best,” he says, making Harry and I also laugh. “Without them I’d probably walk into games dressed like… well, my brother,” he says with a laugh. 

“Hey, I’ve seen social media posts here and there, he has his own style,” I respond with a laugh. 

“His style is very dad-chic,” Scott pipes up, and all four of us crack up. “Hi, I’m Scott,” he says when we stop laughing, holding his hand out to me.

I take it and shake it saying, “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I heard you are a big fan,” he says, and I look down at my feet, feeling my face flush. 

“Yeah. Um, since I was like 7. This is so much better than I ever could have imagined. Not that I ever would have in my wildest dreams imagined this.” 

“I hear you. It was a shock for our entire family when she first started becoming famous. Everything felt crazy and out of a dream. Still does sometimes,” he says and Harry nods.

“Same here. It’s especially surreal when you fall in love with someone who isn’t famous and you get to experience everything through their eyes for the first time again,” Harry says, looking down at me and wrapping his arm around my waist. 

“I’ve never heard anyone explain it like that,” Travis says, and Harry laughs.

“I’m a songwriter. Coming up with new phrases is part of the job,” he says with a laugh, and everyone laughs right along with him. 

“Ooh I met Taylor last night, but do you think I’ll get to meet Sabrina Carpenter tonight? We’re the same age. Well, she’s a year older, but still the same age.”

“We all get to go backstage after the show,” Scott says, and I jump up and down for a few seconds, before realizing who I am and where I am and what I am doing. 

“Oh, sorry,” I mutter with a shy smile on my face, and the guys all laugh. 

“Sweetie, you’re just so adorable,” Scott says, and I smile and look out at the stage. I go and stand right at the edge as Sabrina Carpenter starts her set, fully turning all of my attention to the stage. Harry comes and stands right behind me, gently resting his hands on my waist as I start to sing along with the music.

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“Babe this has been the best thing ever,” I whisper to Harry, standing on my tiptoes with my arms wrapped around his neck as we wait on the side with Travis and Scott during the last song. I feel him chuckle, before he takes my chin in his hand and guides my lips to his. I smile into the kiss, and pull away a lot sooner than either of us would have preferred, but we’re both aware that we have an audience. I turn back around in his arms, allowing him to wrap his around my waist again, and turn to look at the path Taylor will be walking down any moment. I look over at Travis who is waiting there with his hands behind his back and smile, tears welling up in my eyes. I watch as Taylor comes down the walkway, her pace turning into a sprint when she sees Travis, running right into his arms. 

“Aw that’s so sweet,” I whisper as they kiss, and then after they pull apart we follow them into the tented area where no one can see us anymore, security trailing after us. 

“So what did you think?” Taylor asks a few minutes later, after she’s drank almost an entire bottle of water and has managed to catch her breath. 

“Taylor, it was so amazing. Thank you so much for inviting us,” I tell her, and she pulls me in for a hug. 

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. It’s such a rush being up there and performing every night. Something I’m sure Harry has told you about,” she says, glancing over at Harry. 

“Oh yeah. I’ve heard a lot about it. But seeing you do it was just so insane.” She smiles and then glances around the room, with an arm still wrapped around my shoulder. 

“Oh! I heard you wanted to meet Sabrina! She’s right over here, come with me,” she says, and begins tugging me towards a different area. She stops abruptly and turns back to Harry and Travis. “We’ll be right back,” she says, and they both laugh, and I do too. I allow her to tug me over to Sabrina, trying to control the shaking in my hands. “Sabrina!” she says when we get over there, and she turns to us.

“Hi Taylor! The show was amazing!” 

“Thanks! So was your opening! Your closer gets better every night,” Taylor says with a laugh, and Sabrina laughs too. “Anyway, this is Y/N! She’s here with Harry, she’s his girlfriend.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Sabrina says, with a little wave.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” I say, waving back. “I’m a big fan. When Emails I Can’t Send came out I felt like some of the songs were taken right from my brain,” I say, and she nods with a smile on her face.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it!” she says, and then looks over my shoulder towards where Harry and Travis are. “Wait. By Harry you meant Harry Styles?” she asks Taylor, a bit of shock in her voice. 

“Yeah. We reconnected at the Grammy’s a couple of years ago, and then again this year, and he was telling me about Y/N, and how she’s a huge fan, and about to graduate college with a music and theater education degree.  She was unable to get tickets because of ticketmaster, and I told him if there was a day where they could make it out for a show to just let me know and I would put them in the friends and family tent. This is the show they could make it to,” she explains, and Sabrina opens her mouth in shock, turning back to me.

“Okay, you have to tell me all about what it’s like to date Harry Styles. And how you guys met. And how college has been. I’ve always wondered what it was actually like and if it was like the movies and shows portray it. Actually, if you don’t have to leave right away, what if tomorrow you and I went out and got coffee?” she says, and I just kind of freeze. 

“Really?” I ask, my voice quieter than it had been.

“Yeah! You seem super cool and like you could be a good friend!” she says, and pulls me in for a hug. 

〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️

“That was the craziest weekend of my life,” I say to Harry as we step onto the plane a couple of days later. 

“Yeah?” he says, motioning for me to hand him my carry on, and then taking it from me and placing it on one of the extra seats on the plane.

“Yeah! Sabrina Carpenter invited me out for coffee, I met Taylor Swift and she joined us, and I got both of their numbers and we’re planning out the next time we can get together. I handed out so many friendship bracelets to people who were fans of you and of Taylor. I met so many of your fans. It was so insane.”

“I love you so much,” he says, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms around me. “I’m glad we were able to pull this off. And that now we can take the week off and go to see my family,” he says, and I smile. 

“And my family is being flown out to meet us there. Sometimes, life feels like a dream,” I say, looking out the window. 

“A good one, right?” Harry says, and I turn back to him with a huge smile on my face.

“The best dream ever,” I tell him, and then lean forward and press my lips to his.

[annoyinglandmagazine]

Bilbo was taking surprisingly well to Valinor. Of course he’d been expecting it to be an adjustment, elves were very different creatures to hobbits after all, but he was certainly in fine comfort here. He’d always got the impression that elves had very- well for want of a better word elven ideas about what constituted a home, it was not his place to criticise but sleeping in trees seemed to lack a sense of cosiness to be perfectly honest, but Elrond seemed to have gone to a heartwarming effort to make his surroundings more familiar.

He and Frodo had been given spacious yet hobbit proportioned chambers in the building (practically a castle really) his wife had made for their household, a display of generosity that he should have come to expect yet still took him off guard. The rooms were filled with lush wall hangings, rugs and throw blankets, each pieces of art, and there were ever so many places one could sit and work away at whatever took their fancy or simply gaze out at the stars or waves crashing against the rocks.

Despite the seeming peace and tranquillity of his surroundings he was not oblivious to the fact that there was tension in the halls. He was proven right when Elrond came in one day after going down to the city, somewhere the hobbits had still not quite worked up the nerve to go themselves as they knew they would stick out like sore thumbs and were not fully prepared to be bombarded with questions and stares.

The Lady Galadriel’s brother Finrod had become familiar company however, when he was not too busy teasing his sister that is, and seemed genuinely eager and impressed with all they had to say. He even seemed enthusiastic about Bilbo’s attempts at poetry, though when he heard a reinterpretation of an ancient romance ballad about the flame haired princess being freed from her tower by a valiant elven prince he had to cover his mouth politely before bursting into a fit of laughter when he met Elrond’s eyes. He apologised profusely afterwards, though Bilbo was still trying to discover what had been so funny.

On this day however Finrod was not in attendance, it was just some of Elrond’s household, his wife and Bilbo in the corner writing a new poem about Beren and Luthien (a little overdone perhaps but still an incredible story). Elrond hung his cloak on the stand by the door and adjusted some invisible flaw in his braid work before picking up a book and silencing all the numerous proceedings in the bustling communal area with one casually uttered sentence from the window seat.

‘I decided to invite my parents over for dinner.’

Glorfindel dropped the plant pot he was holding with a crash, the only noise in the stifling silence. Everyone seemed to take that as their queue to leave whatever they were doing and walk calmly, run like their lives depended on it for the doors, some even for the windows. All except Bilbo that is, he wanted to hear what it was that made all these dignified and battle hardened immortal beings scatter like young hobbits pillaging Farmer Maggot’s grounds.

Glorfindel spoke and his voice was definitely trembling, goodness what could this be about? ‘Which- which parents would these be Lord Elrond?’

Elrond didn’t look up as if he hadn’t noticed the panic he’d unleashed and twirled his bookmark about his fingers while replying absentmindedly. ‘Hmmm? Oh, well I really didn’t want to start off on a note of picking some over the others after so many millennia apart so I thought it best to meet them together, clear the air and all that rather than leave things fester. I’m quite done with letting things go unspoken you know.’

‘You what.’ The Balrog Slayer trembled and shook, he who had laughed in the face of the Nazgûl.

‘What in all the lands of Arda could have possessed you to- Elrond! Are you trying to get us all killed?!’

‘Oh, peace Glorfindel, my family aren’t going to kill each other or you.’

‘Elrond your families killing each other is how you got one of them! Which is still severely fucked up by the way and so ridiculously unhealthy I don’t even know what to do with it.’

Elrond huffed at Glorfindel’s hysterics, ‘Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just dinner. They’re hardly going to sour their first meeting with me since before the destruction of Beleriand just to be petty.’

Bilbo privately thought that there was very little certain family members wouldn’t do to be petty, especially where ill advised family dinners were concerned. Tonight should be entertaining at least. He wondered if the elves, with the wisdom of many ages would be able to restrain themselves.

Glorfindel sighed and leaned forward onto his hand muttering something that, despite Bilbo’s incomplete fluency in the language, sounded suspiciously like swearing. ‘Well I suppose there’s nothing we can do now except send as many to safety as we can spare and pray to every Valar we can think of.’

‘And hide the breakables,’ Elrond chimes in lightly seemingly unperturbed by the very dangerous individual who was looking gradually more and more murderous. ‘Naneth used to throw things at the wall after receiving letters from Atya. Best hide any weaponry as well. Maybe serve something that doesn’t require sharp cutlery?’

Glorfindel inhaled slowly several times while staring down his significantly younger lord. ‘I hope you know Elrond, that the only reason I am not throttling you right now is that I do not want to upset the Lady Idril by causing injury to her only grandchild. She terrifies me, perhaps more than you and your parents but it is a fine fucking line.’

As Glorfindel headed out to try and pull the house into some semblance of readiness for the seeming impending disaster Elrond lifted his gaze from his novel and stared out at the rolling ocean before him. While only moments ago he had seemed light and teasing, as if he were secretly aware of and enjoying the turmoil he’d caused, something Bilbo had become more and more accustomed to seeing from him since their arrival on these shores, now he appeared every inch of his years, an ages long loss lined in those bright eyes and a trace of hesitance that was even more alarming.

 ‘Are you quite alright lad?’ Elrond’s mouth moved into familiar expression of amusement at being referred to as such by one so many times his younger and that was something at least though his eyes didn’t change.

 ‘Everything’s alright, it’s only just- well it’s been so long Bilbo. I know coming from me that may sound unusual to you, but I’m talking about things that happened in the First Age of the world, in Beleriand for goodness sake, that entire continent hasn’t existed for over seven millennia. So it’s just hard- I’ve spent so long imagining this day and I truly have no idea how it will go. It’s been so long since I’ve had parents and now- I might finally get that connection again but what if it fails? They haven’t seen me since I was a child, some of them anyway, what if they don’t like the person I am now?’

 ‘Any parent would be proud of having someone like you for a child, Elrond. I’m sure it will go splendidly, why they must have missed you dreadfully, I can’t imagine being separate from Frodo for so long.’ He was touched deeply by this elven lord opening up to him about such worries and resolved to try his best to make tonight go without a hitch. Glorfindel must have surely be overreacting after all, it couldn’t be that hard, could it, to prevent a few people (he was admittedly still unclear on the circumstances that led to Elrond’s parents being referred to as seemingly distinct groups) coming to blows at a reunion with their son?

[jeeseth]

baby fever

pairing : park minju x fem!reader

summary : while having a date on the park, the both of you encounter a baby at the ice cream truck, and the sudden baby fever just hits you.

genre : fluff (nuh uh)

cw/tw : lowkey suggestive 💀, implied dom minju

"Baby, what do you think?" Minju asked as she shows you the photos she took of the scenery.

"It looks so good baby!" You complimented her while looking at the photos. "You’re good at taking photos."

"Thank you, love." She smiled.

It’s been a while since Minju taken you out on a date. And the butterflies still hits you every time you’re with her. You fall in love with Minju not only because she’s a hardworking student but also because of how she acts around kids. She’s a part time babysitter, which you find absolutely adorable.

You met her when your mother told you to drop your younger brother off at her place. Apparently, your mother saw Minju's advertisement and told you to send your younger brother there, as you went to school after that. Every weekday, you'd drop off your younger brother and have a small talk with Minju. And that's where you first fell for her. It appears that your younger brother enjoys Minju’s company as well.

Long story short, you confessed to her when you came to her house to deliver some meal your mother had prepared. And she responded to it by pulling you in for a kiss.

"Baby! Ice cream truck! Can we get ice cream? pretty please." You pleaded with your puppy eyes, and she giggled before agreeing.

"Of course, darling. Come, let’s go." She held your hands and led you to the ice cream truck.

You will have to wait for a bit because the queue is pretty long. You and Minju were waiting when you saw a baby in front of you staring at you the entire time. The baby is on her mother's shoulder, smiling at you, and you returned the smile.

You melted on the spot when you saw the baby giggles while her mother pecked her. You were a little sad when the mother left the queue ; you won't see the baby again.

“Minju…” you tugged at your girlfriend sleeves as she hums in response.

“Did you see the baby in front of us just now? She’s soooo cute!” You squealed in excitement.

“Yeah, she’s really cute.” Minju replied, smiling afterwards at seeing your expression.

“I want a baby too.” You blurted out causing Minju to choke on her own saliva. “Min, you good?”

“Y-you want a baby?” Minju asked while wiping her mouth with her back hand.

You nodded enthusiastically. “Mhm, maybe one day?”

“With me?” Minju smirked while wiggling her eyebrows playfully.

“I mean, we can make one when we got hom—”

“Minju! Don’t say that out loud!” You scolded, embarrassed that someone might hear it.

a/n — sorry if this is short! ok but, daddy minju? 🙈

[mogoce-nocoj]

München, 04.12.23

okay! now that I've actually managed to arrive home from Munich and had the day to calm down for a bit, I'm just gonna link xia's munich report here (because it includes most of the important bits) and add some of the stuff that I keep thinking about

Watching the Khäärijä OF videos during queueing was so funny because everyone was caught between feeling slightly embarrassed and really interested

I arrived later but apparently Kris and Jan (I think) walked through the wrong door and the queue had to show them where to go into the venue

the queue system worked perfectly and I can't thank all the people responsible for it enough for implementing it

I know people have been talking about how Nace has this energy when he's right in front of you and I get it now. I do. When he was close I had my own "oh." moment about him. like, wow.

Bojan was in such a good mood, joking around and telling stories and really looking like he was enjoying the concert and being close to the crowd

Bojan during plastika holding a pride flag “don't be plastic, be fantastic”

During queueing I jokingly suggested that I was gonna clap the rhythm to vem da greš which they did during the nordic tour but stopped doing afterwards; what I didn't consider was that I was so close to the stage that Bojan actually noticed me doing it and proceeded to give me the softest smile. I can't tell you what having his full attention does to a person because, phew. don't think I'll ever recover

When Bojan caught the bracelets people were admiring him for it and he very loftily said “so does anyone want to throw a baseball?” before being bombarded by other gifts. his face really changed from being suave to slight panic in only a few seconds, that was a really funny thing to experience (it wasn't a bad panicked face, no worries)

there were a bunch of Slovenian people in the crowd and Bojan really enjoyed bantering with them

I think someone said it already but I want to stress how funny it was that they only made it to Munich because the organiser booked their flight to Memmingen. like why would you do that. it did save them though

Okay, just a bit of bokris stuff (because they are always in my heart after all, even if they decide to bully me whenever I'm in the crowd)

yes kris didn't sing ngvot (that's my curse, apparently) but in contrast to wrocław there was an actual conversation going on where Kris told Bojan to sing it which was cute

Bojan caressed Kris's chest at some point and I'm so sad I didn't get that on video because it was really soft

I think after Vienna Bojan's convinced that “Zugabe” is a literal translation of “one more” because he kept repeating it so often lol

after the encore Bojan apparently took the wrong exit and had to bolt across the stage to the other door making everyone turn around in confusion

I know this report is very Bojan focused but he really just draws you in, in particular in the middle. like you just have to give him your attention and while I also enjoy being at the back, being at the front and having no choice but to be focused on him is also really an experience

(I can't thank xia enough for buying the jo sweater for me because for one second i forgot that I was in Germany and could only pay in cash and nearly had a breakdown thinking I couldn't get it. I'm living in that sweater now, btw.)

the crew were really trying to get us to leave after the show like repeating “what are you standing around here, the band is gone” and while I get it, it was very funny considering that we weren't actively waiting for them and just got caught up in conversation (and Bojan and Nace posting the Hojan shirt)

... this might've turned out longer than I expected, I think Turku will always be my favourite because it was my first Joker Out gig but this one is getting pretty pretty close. thanks to all the people I met and got to talk to and who made this gig such a wonderful experience ❤️

[steveinscarlet]

Definitely launch event highlights

General points - I’ve never seen them live before in any format, so when they walked out on the stage my main thought was “They’re real!”, and also that they all looked great. They are so sweet and supportive of each other, whilst taking the piss out of each other obviously! Joe talked the most, Sav talked the least. The interviewer was Michael Hann, who wrote "Denim and Leather". They had carefully included prompts for Phil to talk about Girl and Viv to talk about Dio so that they, Viv in particular, wouldn’t be sitting there like silent but decorative throw pillows for the first half of the show. They didn’t talk about Rick’s accident or Steve’s death, just what happened afterwards, which I thought was a lovely way of handling it. Obviously some of the classic stories were retold, but we all know those so I didn’t write them down except for any new details. So, the highlights that my tired and emotional brain could remember on the way home (in roughly chronological order):

Talking about how the book came about, Sav taking the piss out of Joe for keeping boxes full of crap (but admitting it finally came in useful)

Phil telling the story of trying to do DIY pyrotechnics for a Girl show and blowing up a metal dustbin in a crowded pub before the band even got on stage

Joe talking about them spending six weeks cleaning and painting and making the spoon factory rehearsal space into a den with a record player and a kettle and saying they basically lived there, except they didn't sleep there, and Sav saying he did, and Joe adding that he's not saying they didn't sleep there with a few ladies!

Rick’s first meeting with Joe and Steve being in the Limit Club gents toilet standing in, according to Joe, two inches of piss due to the dodgy plumbing

Joe and Steve, after getting spat at and told they didn't deserve that record deal whilst in the queue for the Wapentake, saying fuck this city and hiring a car to drive to London, then sleeping in the car on Tottenham court road until Phil invited them to stay at his place

Talking a lot about how supportive all their parents had been, including the interviewer recounting how Joe had told him that he'd wanted Phil to join the band because Phil spoke so nicely about his (Phil's) parents (aww)

Rick saying his bed was never the same after he lent Phil his room when Phil first joined the band and started meeting some Sheffield ladies

Viv and Joe both meeting Phil Lynnot in the same London club, possibly on the same night, and him telling them both he was quitting because of Pyromania

There was an audience question about how should Lange be pronounced because they all say it differently, to which Joe replied they don’t know and he has heard Mutt himself say both Lang and Langer

The interviewer asking what their anxiety dreams were - Joe and Phil have dreams that they get on stage and there's no one in the audience and they've forgotten all the words and don't have any instruments. Rick said he was sometimes terrified before going on and some of the crew give him hugs (aww). But as soon as he counts 1-2-3-4 he's fine and the gigs seem to last 10 minutes. Viv dreams about getting fired, because he has a reputation for that!

Joe making Rick tell the story about accidentally touching a nurse’s bottom with his phantom hand!

Joe saying when Viv joined the band he really wanted to make an album that sounded like Hysteria while the rest of them couldn’t wait to make an album that sounded nothing like it

The only time anyone really talked about Steve was when Viv brought him up, saying he was very conscious at the Freddie Mercury tribute that the rest of the guys were doing their first proper gig without Steve. He said he feels like Steve is still part of the band and he's happy with that (this is the point where I cried). Sav said Steve would be happy with that too, and Joe said that Steve is part of the band, but Viv shouldn't feel threatened by that

Viv saying originally he played his own solos in place of Steve's, but he realised that was wrong because Steve's were so melodic and so a part of the songs (the others were all nodding at that point) that now he just interprets what Steve wrote

The interviewer commented on one Euphoria-era photo “In this picture one of you is bare-chested and it's not Phil!” Which led on to Joe talking about their dubious fashion choices in the 90's because grunge was happening and they didn't know what they were supposed to be

Joe being introduced to Ghost by Phil, and being an enormous Struts fan and being smug that he's already heard the forthcoming album

Joe saying they've been told their fanbase is 56% aged 18-45 but he's not sure why - he thinks it might be because their parents are fans (I don't think he's fully considered the dilf factor 😁)

Joe says they're going to do some unusual stuff at the Leadmill gig…

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Character Drama CD Book Vol 1 - Okita

Alright! This is my first post of the month, so I’ll start by asking you to please support me if you can through my ko-fi, and paypal or patreon! Finally got my patreon back in order almost until the start of October though I now have a headache from translating so much lol! Sorry it took so long! Not sure what I’ll do for December yet as I’m considering translating just the 2020 CxM X-mas story and the only other Café Enchante content I have, and then subtitling the rest of the month... as I really would like to get a head-start on my 2023 queue (aka yuugiroku) and want time to get my video stuff out of the way. 

Also, I’m 100% certain that I’ll be shipping the Hakumyu Shinkai Saito-hen Blu-ray I’ve ordered this month since my proxy address has received the Morimyu CDs along with some other things that I was looking for, and I am getting super impatient... plus I helped my brother pre-order two FE3H figurines from Japan so anything else is going to be consolidated when shipping those.

Anyway. I ended up going with deciding to translate all of these Character Dramas... mainly because of Saito’s (obviously due to bias and bias>all :P), but most of them did make me smile while reading them... Slight angst warning for this one though cuz it’s souji hahaha. 

enjoy!

Hakuoki Character Drama CD Book Volume 1  Okita Souji-hen - Autumn Leaves Sentiments (not 100% bout the title name again)

Translation by KumoriYami

Act 1

Time: morning

Location: Bedroom

SE: the sound of sparrows

Yukimura:.....Nn.

【The sunlight stung me when I opened my eyes. The rain/storm windows [literally rain window] opened as they swayed, and chilling feeling from the autumn wind coming in,  reminded me that summer had passed.】

Yukimura: Huh? Why is the window open...

【I looked over to Souji-san, who should have been sleeping beside me.】

Yukimura; Eh? Souji-san, where did you go?

【I used my hand to check where Souji-san had slept in bed, but I wasn't able to feel any heat [word I have is 'temperature'], so it seems like he hadn't just left. As I hurriedly got up, someone from behind suddenly stopped me. 】

Okita: Ah, you're already up. You could have slept a while longer.

【Hearing that familiar voice, I turned my head and saw Souji-san, who was apparently in a good mood.】

Yukimura: Souji-san! Where did you go in your night clothes [alt: pajamas, but given the time period 'night clothes' felt more appropriate...]?

Okita: I woke up too early. After seeing your cute sleeping face, I thought of this..... here, for you.

【As he spoke, Souji-san decorated my hair with something.】

Yukimura: ? What is this...?

Okita: They're Momiji leaves [the tl i use translates to "red autumnal leaves", but since "紅葉 " is in the JP title, I'll be using that term, “momiji”, which are Japanese maple trees.]. The last time I picked wild vegetables with you, I found a maple tree. Afterwards, I realized that it was almost time for the maple leaves to be in season. Actually I originally wanted to come home before you got up to scare you, but that unfortunately failed.

【Once he said that, Souji-san stuck out his tongue with a mischievous expression. Seeing that expression, I couldn't say that I felt uneasy because he had left me by myself...】

Yukimura: Really.... in that case, shouldn't you have left a note?

【Souji-san showed an apologetic expression to me, who was a little angry.】

Okita: Sorry, I was only thinking about making you happy when I went out. As an apology, after finishing breakfast, I'll bring you to see the maple tree.

【With that, Okita-san pressed his index finger over his mouth, as if he were he were keeping a secret.】

Yukimura: hehe, I understand. Then let's go after eating breakfast, and once I finish drying our wet clothes [I'm assuming this is supposed to be "laundry"].

Okita: Eh, if you want to dry the laundry, you can do it tomorrow. I want to show you right away. It really is very pretty. The tree is dyed in red and yellow, it really resembles a dessert/almost like a snack.

Yukimura: I'm looking forward to it, but I must hang my clothes well before going. More importantly, isn't it cold outside? You'll catch a cold when you go in your night clothes.

Okita: Ah, speaking of which, it did seem a bit cold. Because all I was thinking about was the momiji leaves, I didn't notice it that much. But you don't need to worry, I'm fine.

Yukimura: The next time you go out, you must remember to change your clothes.

Okita: Nn, I'll change my clothes then. I don't want to make you worry.... Haaah [this is a yawn. i don't know what's the best sfx text to use], maybe I got up too early this morning, Maybe I got up too early in the morning, I'm still sleepy.

Yukimura: Then go to sleep for a bit, alright? I'll go prepare breakfast, I'll wake you up once it's ready.

Okita: Nn, that so. But, it's fine to have breakfast a little later, come and sleep with me.

【With that, Souji-san pulled my hand and tried to pull me back under the covers.】

Yukimura: But, I'm already awake...

Okita; If you can't sleep, just stay with me until I fall asleep before leaving.

Yukimura: In that case, won't we be too late to see the momiji leaves?

Okita: Oh, how bothersome. Then I'd better get up and get changed.

Yukimura: Then I'll go change and go prepare breakfast.

Okita: Ah, wait.

【With that, Okita-san put his hand on my head.】

Okita: Good morning.

【He smiled at me.】

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Act 2

Time: Noon

Location: Outside

SE: footsteps

Okita: Autumn is coming. You're right, wind is getting colder outside. Aah, I won't be able to take a nap in the sun soon.

【As Souji-san walked, he expressed his regret that summer was coming to an end.】

Yukimura: Ah, Souji-san truly loves taking naps on the grass.

Okita: Nn. It's fine now, but it's not doable in the winter. Although sleeping in a room isn't bad, it's more comfortable to sleep outside [when/where] the wind is blowing.

Yukimura: Speaking of which, while we were still in Kyoto, you would often take naps /

Okita: Indeed. At the time I often took naps on the roof to hide from the annoying HIjikata-san. Ahaha, I haven't fallen down even once.

Yukimura: Sleeping on the roof... Don't do that sort of danger thing in the future again.

Okita: I won't. Because I don't need to sneakily hide around like that anymore, and rather want you to take more care of me.

Yukimura: Really... Souji-san is always like this...

【As I spoke, I stared at Souji-san. There was something I always wanted to say to him... so I might as well take the opportunity...】

Okita: Since you're staring at me, is there something wrong?

Yukimura: Well, I find taking it's very comfortable to take a nap, but if you take too many naps, won't you be unable to sleep at night?

Okita: I'm glad that you're worrying about me, but I'll still be able to fall asleep. Because as long as you're lying down next to me, I can fall asleep immediately if I hold onto you. Don't you think so?

Yukimura: That's right.

Okita: As long as I'm holding you as you sleep/If I sleep with you in my arms, I will always fall asleep immediately. That way, even when it comes time for us to part, I feel that I'll always be with you... such a thing is obviously impossible.

【With that, Souji-san held my hand that he was tightly holding even tighter. His hand was gentle and soft, and I grasped his hand.】

Okita: I'm so happy that I'm able to walk with hand in hand with you like this, it's terrifying. We'll be there soon, so don't let go of my hand.

Yukimura: Yes!

-time lapse-

【After a while, we reached the momiji trees.】

Yukimura; Wow, how beautiful!

【The entire tree was adorned with red maple leaves, and looked truly unreal.】

Okita: Rights, it's really beautiful.

【Souji-san wasn't looking at the momiji leaves, but rather at me, and his expression seemed very satisfied. [reword later. the sentence structure is screwed up... but im lazy and have a tendency to follow what the tl does until i need to worry about subtitling]】

Okita: That's great. I just wanted to see you with that expression.

Yukimura: Thank you, Souji-san. You brought me to see such beautiful momiji.

【After expressing my thanks, Souji-san revealed a smile, and he finally looked towards the maple trees.】

Okita:....Ah, you may not remember, but this isn't the first time we've gone together to enjoy momiji. A long time ago... although I don't remember the exact time, but on the way back from a patrol, I brought you to mountains in Kyoto. At the time, while it was only the two of us, the feeling was completely different from now.

Yukimura;....I remember. It was quite windy that day, but the maple leaves were also very beautiful.

【Okita-san seemed to be startled by what I said. It seems that he didn't think I would have remembered. Then, Souji-san sat beneath a huge momiji tree and waved to me, so I sat down next to him. 】

Okita: I'm certain, that during that time, I started paying attention to you because you were the first person to listen to my jokes... No, it was just Kondou-san and you.

Yukimura:........

Okita: I didn't expect to recall that upon seeing these momiji, and how I would always say mean things to you. I hope you can forget that, at look at how I am now.

Yukimura: No, I won't forget that. Because that's an important memory from before I met Souji-san and when we lived here together.

Okita: That's really amazing, since you put it that way, it seems that it's become a very important memory.... Well, it's not that there are no memories that you want to forget. But the time we spent together with everyone is still firmly kept in my mind [reword later?].

【With that, Souji-san placed a hand over his chest, and I put my hand over his.】

Yukimura: Please don't forget any of your memories. Because we've been able to live together like this today, all of those memories have accumulated.

Okita:....Well, yeah. No that won't do, I always let you see how weak I am. In fact, I want you to depend on me a bit more.

Yukimura: I am always depending on Souji-san. I'm able to live peacefully in my hometown now because Souji-san is here.

Okita; I'm happy that you're able to say that.

【With that, Souji-san lifted his head and looked at the momiji.】

Okita: Let's go back after looking at these for a while. I really like looking at stuff together with you like this.

Yukimura: Nn, I like that too.

【Thus, the two of us snuggled up together and looked up at the momiji.】

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Act 3:

Time: Evening

Location: Bedroom

【After making the bed, I used one of the momiji leaves I had picked as a bookmark. At that moment, Souji-san came in from behind. 】

SE: Footsteps

Okita; What are you doing?

Yukimura: I want to make something out of the momiji leaves we brought back today as a souvenir/memento...

【As I said this, I put the maple leaf into the book that was in my hands. As a result, in order to not interfere [tl is 'disturb' or 'bother'] Souji-san hugged me from behind...】

Okita: As a souvenir from today, is it. If only we could ? I wish we could commemorate more [things like this] for just the two of us in the future/["I wish we could create more memories for the two of us in the future".... i suppose would work?].

【As he spoke, Souji-san gazed sleepily at the book that the leaf had been put into it. Seeing him like this, I knew what he was thinking.】

Yukimura:  We'll be together in the future, won't we?

【To alleviate my uneasiness, I said something like that.】

Okita: Nn, we'll always be together.

【Souji-san only said one sentence, and smiled.】

Okita: Okay, let's go to sleep. [I/We. got no subject in this sentence..] walked a lot today, and seem to be quite tired.

Yukimura: Okay.

【With that, we laid down together. After putting out the light, I closed eyes, but drowsiness didn't come... just then, Souji-san suddenly spoke. 】

Okita: Hey, are you asleep?

【Hearing Souji-san's words, I opened my eyes.】

Yukimura: No

Okita; Before falling asleep, I want to ask you something. Getting up in the morning... going for a walk together after eating breakfast, eating together, and then falling asleep like this...

What do you think of such an ordinary day?

【In the face of Souj-san's slightly impatient question, I thought of my response for a moment. 】

Yukimura: I think it's just because it's so normal, that's why its a very important day. I'm very happy to be able to live peacefully with Souji-san like this.

Okita: hehe, it's great that you can say that. But I think differently.

【With that, Souji-san patted my head.】

Okita:  Being able to spend my days peacefully with my lover/spouse, is already extraordinary for me. Every day when I wake up, you're right beside me, eating the meals you've cooked together, walking with you while holding your hand, and sleeping with you... For me, everything is already a miracle.

I want to spend every day with you together like this.

【Perhaps seeing the unease in my heart, Souji-san deliberately spoke in a gentle words to reassure me. 】

Yukimura: I love you, Souji-san.

Okita: Nn, I love you too

【After that, he gently kissed my forehead. Listening to Souji-san's words, my mind was at ease, and I finally closed my eyes. I could vaguely hear Souji-san's voice.... 】

Okita: Good night, see you tomorrow.

【I fell fast asleep】

Starring: Okita Souji.... Morikubo Showtaro  

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Like the Hijika one I translated for last week, I put in the -san suffix everywhere I though it would likely go. This is also going to be the last time I mention this... cuz I’m lazy.

[freshstartfromscratch]

More random notes from my loose idea about yet another Roommates AU story!

Thanks to the democratic voting among the roommates Ezio was allowed to host kickback party.

Idk how many people are familiar with it but it's a party at the beginning of the academic year. It's sort of the last summer party before classes start for real.

So Ezio hosts a party! It's going to be the best party since the last time Ezio throw a party.

Altaïr just makes two rules - nobody enters his room and nobody has sex in the bathroom. They only have one and the last thing they need is a queue during a party because someone is having sex. There are other rooms they can use for this!

He's making those rules because he's the one who has to inform Bayek (their landlord) and Edward (their neighbour) about the party. He's the adult of the household.

Among guest (the list is still expanding) are Leonardo, Elise, Malik and Connor's ex girlfriend - Aveline and his current crush from the Native community centre.

Connor and Aveline are on a good terms and are still friends. They broke up because they work better that way.

Ezio, Arno and Jacob absolutely adore Aveline. She's a party girl and the four of them always have a good time.

Arno has a karaoke machine so yeah. Karaoke 🎤!

There're like 50 guests arriving.

A lot of alcohol, dancing space (with DJ Arno in a house), karaoke and of course beer pong.

Tatch (the dog) is staying with Zahra Al-Sayf (Kadar and Malik mom and Altaïr's foster mom) because they're responsible owners who don't want to stress the dog.

Arno gets turned on when he sees Elise singing S&M by Rihanna at the Karaoke machine.

Ezio hooks up with Aveline. Honestly, everyone saw this one coming. Connor doesn't really know what to think about it. On the one hand he and Aveline aren't together anymore and he's over her but on the other hand that's his friend (and a roommate) hooking up with his ex (and his friend.)

Jacob is hyping everyone for the international beer pong matches. He could be a professional sport commentator Judging by everyone's engagement.

People are genuinely cheering, crying and yelling. The raw emotions are real!

Leonardo is a total chick magnet but he's playing for the same team as those girls. He doesn't really know how to tell them this because all his suggestions are flying over their heads.

Ano, Ezio and Jacob are bitching over the "no sex in the bathroom rule" because it's unfair.

Maria hears it. She suggests a bet, whoever manages to have a quickie in a bathroom wins Maria Auditore's entire lasagne next time she visits.

They're all in.

All three tried to sneak in, but every, single time they failed. They still got laid so no hard feelings, but nobody managed to get it in the bathroom.

They don't know that Maria is playing too and she's going for a kill.

Metaphorically.

Maria, after a nice karaoke duet with Aveline, left Altaïr a bit more flushed than he'd anticipated.

And after a dance Maria knows that she has the victory in the bag.

Yep. She ends up having sex with Altaïr in the bathroom.

The guys are astonished. She made the big, bad, assassin break his own rule.

They do applaud her because that required some skills.

Altaïr is a bit annoyed by the bet but he will get his revenge.

Arno and Ezio around 2 AM played beer pong game against one another.

France vs. Italy

It almost ended with an actual hidden blades fight

Altaïr (as almost the only sober one) was ready to intervene but Maria stopped him.

She just thrown a football at then (⚽) and told them to take it to the parking lot. The best of 5.

It worked.

Half of the party was watching France vs Italy football game.

Everyone was too drunk to tell who won.

Aveline nudges Connor to make a move on his crush. It works in his favor as the two end up watching the city lights, alone in the rooftop. He manages to ask her on a date and she agrees.

Everyone had so much fun until the early hours of the morning.

It was a good party.

But everyone hated cleaning afterwards.

Altaïr for breaking the "no sex in the bathroom" rule was sentenced by the Assassins Council of the Apartment to one month of bathroom cleaning duty.

Maria is so going to regret what she did.

[grapenehifics]

Chapter 65

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At this point I'm kind of losing track of what I already said vs. what's in my head, so if I didn't say it, I picture Mr. Plo's shop as Roman Customizing from the 1990's Disney Channel TV show Brotherly Love (which is still very watchable, btw, highly recommend, if I could ever talk myself into writing platonic Obikin I would happily write Obi-Wan as Joe/Satine as Lou, Anakin as awkward middle brother Matt, and Ahsoka as sunny youngest child Andy, with very-much-still-alive Shmi as Anakin and Ahsoka's mom/Obi-Wan's stepmom).

I had a summer job at 14, and do not in fact recommend it. (The job itself was fine, but I look back now and was like, what the fuck was I doing, let 14-year-olds have fun, jesus.)

Obi-Wan's first response, after Ahsoka telling him she got a job, being 'congratulations!' and only *after* that asking which job it was, just tickles me.

Obi-Wan strikes me as a person who would be uncomfortable bringing a private family photo to work and uploading it to his work computer to make it his desktop background, so he printed it out and framed it and set it beside his desk instead, and his actual desktop background is, like, the plain blue screen that comes with Windows when you first plug it in.

Half an hour before my first high school orchestra concert was due to start, my high school boyfriend comes to me with absolute panic in his eyes and tells me he doesn't know how to tie a tie. I didn't either, so I think we fastened it with, like, safety pins and called it good. Afterward I went home though and asked my dad to teach me to tie a tie. (We can discuss, later, about gender roles and expectations, and why didn't my boyfriend go to HIS dad and ask the same thing, because it was his tie in the first place. But I was sixteen, what did I know. Anyway.) So, next concert, I'm like, give me your tie, I'll tie it on me and then hand it back to you. (This is the mental image I was going for with Obi-Wan and Anakin at Anakin and Padme's wedding.) I ended up with a *queue* of teenaged boys all asking me to tie their ties. And I continued to do this! For the next two years! Every performance! High school, man.

Originally I was going to do more with the Anakin/continuing education plotline, but it ended up morphing into Obi-Wan going to a conference (again; I know that already happened once) and that subplot kind of fell by the wayside.

Valley Technical Center is a real place and, last I checked, you could study airplane mechanics there.

Anakin being mad about his bus pass running out of funds and not getting refilled is a callback to chapter one. All the way back to chapter one! I posted that back in July! We were all such different people then!

Now I'm sad we never got a canon scene with Obi-Wan taking Anakin and Ahsoka to Dex's. That would have been fun.

When I used to have cable I swear there was a Golden Girls marathon on every Sunday. Not that I'm complaining, Golden Girls is great, but it was a lot of Golden Girls.

I might as well have put blinking neon lights at the top of this chapter, this is about me being sad about not being able to go to Sunday afternoon Dodger games during the pandemic. (I realize there were more important things to be sad about. But that was on the list, for me.)

Do kids still play with Tinker Toys, or am I dating myself, here? (Or maybe Luke and Leia's daycare still has toys from the 80's.)

This story, in a lot of ways, is meant to be about Anakin realizing that he has had the power to make his life better all along. That's part of the way I read his fall in canon - he's so desperate for love, respect, affection (from Padme, Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, the Jedi) that he already has. He just can't see it. In this story, or this part of the story, he's starting to look at his life, realize he's unhappy...and then instead of wallowing in that and making it worse, he starts to take concrete action to make it better. And the journey to that, and learning the tools that lets him do that, is why this story is so fucking long. Ha.

I love the 'parenting by committee' Anakin does for Ahsoka's birthday in this chapter. This isn't meant to be an indictment on his parenting in the slightest - I think it is non-sarcastically great that he puts Obi-Wan in charge of cake and Padme in charge of dinner and himself in charge of taking her to the DMV and Mr. Plo in charge of finding her a loaner car. They all, individually, have enough on their plates. Breaking it up into manageable chunks is the way to go.

That first solo drive after you get your license - Ahsoka uses hers to go see Korkie - it's a great moment. I still remember mine. I drove to the supermarket and bought ice cream. I am a very predictable person.

[valkblue]

Hi Angie!! 👋🏻 2, 4, 6, 9, 10 & 13 for the writer’s asks!!

Alyssa!! 💙✨ How is your day going?!

2. Do you ever hand write any part of your story?

I used to! I used to fill notebooks covers to covers with chunks of a story, entire scenes, character designs and ideas, brainstorming about places and lore, sketches even… I liked it, but it grew old after a while as I piled notebooks after notebooks all full with notes and drawings I had to scan or painstakingly typed back on a computer afterwards…😫 It was taking way too long to transfer all that in a computer, too much physical space on my shelves and I found myself to never go back to any of them as they'd filled their purpose anyway. But I'm not a famous author, so I couldn't even sell them for charity to get rid of those piles of paper while making people happy to have something collector from their favourite author and stories, or something like that! A shame, really… 😁

Anyway, my life changed forever and for the better when I got my first phone with a good enough battery and storage space (and a nifty little sliding keyboard!) to install a writing app on it… and simply write with it! Ok, I couldn't sketch with it anymore (but, now I can!), but I couldn't care less back then! 👍 I wrote entire chapters on this phone and all the new ones I had since; I wrote waiting for my bus, in the bus, in the train, in planes, in the grocery store's queue, in my favourite lounge bars… And honestly, I love how it is so simple and efficient, and comfortable. Even though my phone battery likes it way less than I do!

4. What kind of endings do you prefer?

Happy ones! Or at the very least, open ones. That way you can continue to imagine the story, or something about it and the characters you liked. The big plot has ended but there is still a little story to be told about these characters, their goals, their motivations and actions… I love when there is more to a story then just what there is to read, watch or play, and it stimulate your imagination and creativity!

6. Do you have a favorite snack while writing?

Oh yes, I do!! It might be obvious by now how much I love food in general, and not only when I'm trying to put one word after another! 👍

My top favourite is a big bowl of salted popcorn... if it wasn't that time consuming to prepare! But Lazy Me will prefer tortilla chips, with a lot of little raw veggies!

I definitely have no sweet tooth but, sometimes, I like to munch on a few squares of tasty chocolate (or just M&Ms...) with my tea, as I write. But no matter how tasty the chocolate is, it'll never beat FRUITS, fresh and dry ones!! 💕 (Apples, oranges, watermelon, melon, grapes, ...PEACHES!!! ... almonds and nuts!!!)

9. Describing people or settings?

Both!! To me, both are so far from one another that it's almost not the same kind of writing exercice at all. The lexical field is different, the way your writing is going to focus the attention of a reader is different... In one, you write in very specific details whether the characters are indoor or outdoor, what's the weather outside, is it in space or on solid ground...? But to set a scene and allow the reader to visualise and immerse themselves in a new setting quick and easy, you have to give as much information as you can without dragging too much on this or that and slow down the pace of the whole scene/chapter/story... (why is writing so tricky?! 😭)

And in the other, you focus on everything that makes a character/person who they are, how they look, how they behave or talk, walk, stand... buuuut!!! you can pepper new descriptions, observations and details about said character as the scene goes, whether your POV character reveal something new about themselves or noticed something new about that person in front of them, and so on. In my opinion, describing people requires less instant data than for the reader to set the scene in their mind; you can just give an overall description, what meet the eye and then, dive a little more as the scene, chapter, or story progress...

And for all that, I love both types... but describing settings may be a little easier than describing people in the end! 😅

10. Show a piece from your current WIP/most recent story, up to 30 words.

I have a very confusing piece of dialogue from my episode 9 of Lost and Found that is exactly 30 words:

"On me ?!" she repeated. "What do you mean, on her !?" Din echoed, and Elara guessed how nervous he was just by the tone of his voice, even through the vocoder.

Yeah, Peli, what do you mean?!?! (Sorry for the cheap teasing. Peli is talking about placing bets here 🤫)

13. Ctrl+f: silver/gold/bronze–did anything come up in your WIP and if so, share it?

Well... I did the search and, NONE! I had one use of "golden" in my previous episode ("The Jedi Planet") but, not yet in this new one!

In the previous scene I wrote, I have this though…

A few steps further, long rags of pale and brown sheets had been stretched over and across the street, providing shade to the market stalls under, cluttering both side of the hard sand road to the cantina.

"Brown" can count as bronze-ish, right?! 😁

[hirameca]

okay so apparently...

sometimes, for whatever reason, this site wont show my post on the dashboard... like, it wont even show whenever someone else rb my posts >< (it might just be a bug on my end of the site to make it look that way tho. I can't tell! it's annoying.)

so far it seems to happen to my scheduled posts, or whenever i try to remake the same posts afterward?

So just in case, i guess i'm going to remove tapas link and only use a couple tags rn. And also stop using the queue for a while. Which is fine right now cuz i prefer to post the current part of the story in longer batches anyway, but i'm really hoping it goes back to normal one day...

[darkmarkets]

The Horror of Writing Time

For me, dinner used to be a relaxing time. It used to be cooking, maybe 45 minutes or so; then eating, during which conversation or engaging television took place; then a few moments of cheerful tidying up; after which I retreated to the lounge with a glass of port or an after-dinner coffee. Dinner used to be nice.

Then, I had...A BABY. (Queue lightning strike and ominous music.)

After THE BABY (lightning, music), dinner didn't change that much, really. I perform the same activities—cooking, eating, talking, cleaning—except now it's like I perform them while juggling a starving weasel with a ribeye taped to my ear. Dinner is chaos. It is the unbridled, maddening kind of chaos that seems to go on forever, like a hell dimension of weasel-dinner, in which the simple act of cooking and eating takes four hours and the kitchen afterwards is an aftermath of spaghetti murder and frozen pizza destruction.

Then there's the added commitment of BEDTIME (crash, scream!) which takes another ungodly two hours of bath and pajamas and story reading, and when THE BABY is finally deposited into his room, my husband and I can finally sit limply and stare at the wall for a little while. And this is before grad school homework; before we get up at 6 am the next day to go to work... And I can't even bring myself to talk about breakfast (queue maniacal laughter.)

Anyway, my point is: a busy life leaves little room to write.

We all have busy lives. Work, school, family, commuting, that pesky sleep thing we never get...it all adds up to a very full day, no matter what combination of commitments we have. So, how can we find the time to be writers? How do we write with a busy life?

Well, first, if you can quit your job and still eat, do that. The best option for a writer is to quit your job and just write all day. (Or, get laid off from your job and sit around writing while you're telling your parents you're looking for jobs.) And, really, that's why most of us want to be published in the first place—so we can sit around a write all day.

But, who gets to quit their job (when we're lucky enough to even have one)? Not many of us are visited by the Free Rent Fairy or the Goblin of Cheap Groceries. When that pesky need-to-eat thing interferes with our fantasy writing career, we have to figure out how to write while being busy. To that end, here's a few tricks I've found to be useful:

Get used to tiny, tiny chunks of writing time. If you don't feel like getting up at 3am (which is usually the only hour of peace and quiet in the modern schedule), then you have to be okay with short, often interrupted writing sessions anywhere you can find them. Fifteen minutes is common; you get twenty if you're lucky. This makes writing fantastically difficult, not because it's hard to pick up a pen between tooth brushing and rushing out the door, but because it's hard to switch mental gears from the Real World to the World of Illusion. So, it helps to...

Focus quickly. Ideally, we need a cottage on the lake with no cell phone or internet and a long afternoon alone before we're even ready to start. If we can't get that, certain tricks help stretch the mind into shape. Listen to music or do a deep breathing exercise; try some repetitive incantations or pain. (You think I'm kidding here, but I'm not. Slap your thigh real hard and how quickly you go back to wondering what the weasels want to eat for dinner.) Coffee and alcohol is also a time-honored tradition (and now we're beginning to see why writers get that self-destructive drunk reputation! Dark Markets does not endorse becoming a self-destructive drunk, by the way.) Whatever you do, repetition is key, so if you have to bite your tongue and spin clockwise three times before writing, go ahead. Just do it every day. But, if you find that you still can't focus...

Write anything. Write a laundry list, write Mary Had a Little Lamb. Write that your thigh hurts. The old adage of "Write Every Day" is about training your brain, and when you write something—anything—for tiny chunks of time every day, your brain will learn how to function under the conditions your life dictates. This is why it's important to remember...

Don't stress out if the writing sucks. The cool thing about editing (and perhaps, the only cool thing) is that it takes less brain power to move and cut words than it takes to spontaneously create them. If you find you only have twenty minutes between dinner and dishes but your head won't work, just write utter crap. Write crap for a week or two then go back and see what gems can be dug up from your heap of nonsense. But if even that doesn't work...

Read. Reading is writing, in a sense; it's pre-programming your brain with special arrangements of words that are known as fiction. Reading is especially useful if you have an undisturbed block of time but you still can't write—say if you're on a shaky commuter train or you're covered in weasels. By reading, you prime your brain for that future fifteen minute genius, and even if you don't get a chance to write all day, your time has not been wasted.

Ultimately, this slow-drip method of writing is not ideal. We all want the experience of being immersed in our stories for a long period of time—cooked in them, so to speak—so that's usually why we crave the sitting-around-and-writing-all-day thing. But, if we want to produce something, stay sane, and feed our darling spawn at the same time, the only way to do it is eek out a tiny bit of writing in between the cracks of the Daily Grind. If we do this every day, eventually, we will have something that can be published.

And that something might be a bestselling novel that makes us a gajillion dollars, so we can quit our jobs and finally have the time to write that bestseller! ...or maybe I'm just talking crazy. It always happens when I've had one too many thigh-slaps.

Lorna D Keach

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#3

Whump Ask Game!!! 5 + 22!

Hello! Thank you very much for asking ^^

5. Whumper turned Whumpee or Whumpee turned Whumper?

Hm, I think Whumper turned Whumpee. I like to see powerful or arrogant characters being brought down and put in their place. Like what happened between Rumple and Hook. At the beginning he was quite an ass and it was fun to see him loose against Rumple. Also if the whumper did bad things it just feels good whumping them xD I like characters as whumpees who are used to be dominant and the ones everyone fears.

22. Most controversial whump opinion?

I prefer gifs and fanfics over OC-stories. For me whump is about shows or movies and especially actors who look nice while being whumped. Only texts don't do it for me, if I don't have a character I can picture.

That's about it. Thank's again for asking. You're one of my favourite whump blogs 🤗

More questions here

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Whumpmasinjuly Day 2 - First Whumperflies

I actually can't remember. I think I've always enjoyed whump, that's why I can't remember a moment where I thought oh, I like that. One of the first whumpees was Kaiba from Yu-Gi-Oh. In one of the mangas he wore a collar, I liked that. Afterwards most of the actors I liked where because they were good whumpees. David Caruso in Kiss of Death, Tim Roth in Lie to Me, Simon Baker in The Mentalist to name a few. And now of course everyone in my pinned post 😅

I' m really curious to hear your stories.

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My #1 post of 2022

Trapped

So this somehow happened. I hope you like it.

Warnings: Blood, restraints (let me know if there has to be more)

Word count: 475

Steven woke in a dimly lit room. Opposite of him he could make out a pedestal with a little figurine. Khonshu? Obviously the god had actually been turned to stone. Steven would’ve lied if he’d said he was sad about that.

Unfortunately he wasn’t in a much better position. He was on his knees. Again. And his hands were cuffed behind his back. ...Again. The dull aching in his wrists turned to searing pain when he tried to move his arms. Apparently the handcuffs had been chained to the wall behind him and someone had pulled on the restraints till his skin broke. This also explained the sticky feeling on his hands. It was dried blood.

“What happened?” His voice was hoarse, like he’d screamed for some time. On the polished wall next to him he could just barely see his reflection. Well, not exactly his reflection. Reflections didn’t talk.

“The gods deemed it wiser to not only bind Khonshu in stone, but also lock up his last avatar”, Marc answered matter-of-factly.

“But they can’t just leave us here, we’re going to starve.” Steven thought of the poor souls who used to be entombed alive with their dead masters. Was he to meet the same fate?

“We’d die of thirst first, but Khonshu’s still keeping us alive.”

“Oh, good.”

“But I fear we’ll still feel the hunger and thirst,” Marc went on mercilessly. That didn’t sound so good anymore. Somehow dying of thirst once sounded less unpleasant.

“What are we going to do now?”

“We wait. They’ll come for us. At the latest when Harrow frees Ammit. They’ll need us.” Suddenly, Steven felt as if he didn’t get enough air.

“What if they don’t come? What if we’re forgotten?” He was desperately gasping for air now. His breathing had turned ragged and shallow. Instinctively he tried to pull his arms in front of him, which made everything worse when the pain from his wrists made tears well up in his eyes.

“Steven you have to calm down, you’re hyperventilating.” He bloody knew he was hyperventilating! But what else was he going to do? He’d just learnt that he was facing an eternity chained to a wall in the Great Pyramid. Feeling the agony of starving or dying of thirst without being able to die!

“It’s ok... You’re gonna be ok. Just let me take over. You won’t have to feel anything.” The reflection looked and sounded determined. There was only a hint of fear. Surprised Steven stared at Marc. He hadn’t said anything. Either Marc was reading his mind now or he’d just had the same thoughts.

Steven nodded. He’d give up control, for now. But if this was their fate he wouldn’t be reduced to a bystander. And he prayed to whichever god was listening, that Marc was right and this was only temporary.

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