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judesmoonbeauty · 9 months

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Prince’s Holiday - Adult Theme Party Epilogue

Not 100% accurate. Cybird owns everything.

Alternate translations are marked as ///

Translations notes/clarifications are notated at the bottom of the post with ***

On the last night of the year.

The dinner party, with the fate of the world at stake, should’ve been heading towards a smooth finale.

Gilbert: I can’t stop eating your food, it’s delicious.

Emma: Thank you, it’s makes me happy to see you eating non-stop.

Emma: I have a feeling that you’ve already had about 30 servings.

Gilbert: That’s not enough.

Gilbert: But it’s a dinner party, and I feel bad that I’m the only one eating all the food.

Gilbert: Clavis, can you bring enough glasses and rose liqueur for everyone?

Clavis: Haha, enough for everyone?

Licht: !

Clavis: What if I say no?

Gilbert: The country will be destroyed, okay?

Clavis: Your jokes are so lame that I’m tired of hearing them.

Clavis: But, even if you kneel and bow to me, I won’t even think about doing it.

Luke: Look, I’ve brought it for you!

Licht: ?!

Clavis: Luke, why are you always such a slacker, but only at times like this are you so diligent?

Luke: Just to get the dinner over with, so I can relax. That’s it.

Gilbert: That’s my Luke. Thank you, you’re very thoughtful.

Yves: Prince Gilbert, if you want a drink, I’ll pour you one.

Gilbert: Do you mind not doing anything unnecessary?

Yves: There’s such a difference in treatment with Luke.

Gilbert: I want to thank the little rabbit for the food, and everyone who served and entertained.

Gilbert: It wouldn’t make sense if you poured it?

Gilbert: I should tell you, it’s not every day that the Prince of Obsidian, pours some one a drink is it?

Gilbert: Here you go.

Licht & Clavis:………

Gilbert: Guys, don’t tell me you won’t drink the alcohol that I’ve poured for you?

Luke: Oh, well. I’ll take it, thanks.

Yves: I’ll have one too. There’s nothing in it, right?

Gilbert: I don’t like you, you know.

Yves: Eh!

Gilbert: If I’m going to poison you, I wouldn’t so it in such an obvious way, idiot.

Yves: I’ll have a drink.

Clavis & Licht:………..

Gilbert: Hey, what’s the matter? I’ve got one for each of you, take one.

Clavis: Prince Gilbert, what a joke.

Licht: It’s hard to believe that a man of your stature could be so ignorant.

Emma: His eyes are fixed.///He is determined.***

Emma: Are you saying that Licht and Clavis can’t drink alcohol?

Clavis: No, I didn’t say I couldn’t drink. I just don’t feel like it.

Licht: As if.

Gilbert: That’s not going to work in a diplomatic setting.

Gilbert: It’s the last day of the year, right? If you don’t take off now, when will you take off?

Luke: You’re thinking bad thoughts again, aren’t you?

Gilbert: Hm, I don’t know about that….

Gilbert: I don’t lie. I told you before, I’m just showing my gratitude.

Clavis & Licht: ……..

Gilbert: Little Rabbit, as the hostess of the banquet, I’ll let you give the toast.

Emma: Oh, yes! If I may be so presumptuous…

Emma: I very satisfied with this year’s results. So much has happened…I am happy that we all were able to celebrate together in such a lively manner.

Emma: There have been many exchanges across national borders this year, and next year I hope we can deepen our bonds.

Emma: Cheers!

Gilbert, Luke & Yves: Cheers!

Clavis: Licht.

Licht: Can I go home?

Clavis: No, look. Gilbert’s entourage is blocking the way.

Licht: …………

Clavis: At least you’re with me. Let’s have a drink together.

Licht: Oh, no.

Clavis: Do you think Gilbert will overlook this?

Licht: I hate this.

Clavis: It’s alright. Look, there are plenty of rose liqueurs here with lower alcohol content.

Luke: Mm, this alcohol is good, but isn’t it a bit strong?

Yves: Yea, it’s strong. Tasty though.

Licht: Clavis, I really want to go home.

Clavis: Wait, wait, wait. Don’t leave me alone. Stay with me.

Licht: …….

Clavis: This is for diplomacy. Let’s do it.

Clavis: Ready, go!

Licht & Clavis: Ah…….

Gilbert: Wow, you’re great at drinking.

Emma: Clavis, Licht, you don’t have to do this.

Clavis: Don’t worry, who says I can’t drink?

Licht:…….

Yves: Licht, you’re already red in the face.

Licht: Yves.

Yves: What?

Licht: Give me more.

Yves: No, no, no. Why would I do that?

Licht: Yves got mad at me.

Yves: Hey, don’t make it sound like you’re gonna cry…your brother will cry.

Yves: I’m going to get you some water for now.

Licht: Yves.

Yves: What now?

Licht: Don’t go anywhere. I’ll miss you.

Licht: Please.

Yves: What’s this, my little brother?

Luke: Chaos broke loose early.

Clavis: Luke.

Luke: What? You don’t seem that different from usual.

Clavis: I’m sorry…that I’m such a bad brother.

Luke: What a lie!

Clavis: I’m the bad brother who’s always pestering you…..I just want to be friends with you.

Clavis: How incompetent….am I that I can’t do just that?

Clavis: That’s why I’ve been dishonored with the title: “The Perpetual Chevalier’s Lackey”.

Luke: I’ve never heard of such a title.

Clavis: Luke, you’re always so cold to me. Don’t tell me you don’t like me? You don’t like me?

Luke: Oh, man, what pain in the neck! Hey, Gilbert! This is your fault, so do something about it!

Gilbert: It was Luke who brought the booze wasn’t it?

Emma: Huh?

Gilbert: What’s wrong, Little Rabbit? Putting your nose to my glass.

Emma: This isn’t alcohol.

Licht & Clavis: !!!

Gilbert: Oh my, I’ve been found out.

Emma: Perhaps, Prince Gilbert also has a drinking problem?

Clavis: Alright, Emma. Pour Gilbert a glass.

Licht: I won’t let you get away with this.

Yves: Oh, you may be drunk, but you sounded cool there!

Luke: Look, I brought you a new glass.

Gilbert: It’s certainly not fair that I’m the only one not drinking.

Gilbert: I couldn’t refuse the drink she pours me.

Gilbert: Bon appétit.

Luke: Whoa, you drink like a normal person.

Licht & Clavis: ……

Yves: Are you alright, Prince Gilbert?

Gilbert: I’m totally fine.

Licht & Clavis: Hah……

Yves: Wow! Both of you went against the Prince of a great country. Right?

Licht: I don’t like him. I don’t know him….goodnight.

Yves: Wait, Licht, where are you going to sleep?

Clavis: Hah, I’m no match for Chevalier, let alone Gilbert.

Clavis: I’m all alone, Luke.

Luke: Hey, wait! Don’t bang your head against the wall like that! You’ll become even more crazy!

Gilbert: Hm, come on Little Rabbit. Now, there should be no one to stand in our way.

Emma: Huh? No way, that’s why you suddenly served alcohol?

Gilbert: I told you, didn’t I? We’re gonna have one last over-the-top trick this year.

Gilbert: What will they think when I take advantage of the chaos to bring the little rabbit home?

Emma: !

Gilbert: So, then-

Emma: Then I’ll hang on to the desk!

Gilbert: Aw.

Emma: I will never, ever leave!

Gilbert: By the way, that thing you call a desk is a pillar right?

Emma: What?

Luke: Emma, even you’re drunk.

Emma: Is there such a thing…?

Emma: I’m going to go outside to cool off for a minute.

Licht: No, don’t go.

Emma: Licht, when did you…? If you could let go of me please.

Clavis: Emma, why are you trying to run away? Am I really such a bad man?

Emma: What?! Please don’t lean on me Clavis!

Yves: Hey, I don’t care how drunk you are, I won’t let you get away with this!

Luke: You’re irresistible, Emma.

Emma: Don’t talk like that. Help me, Luke!

Luke: Gilbert is more likely to kill me if I do…

Luke: But he’s being quiet. Huh?

Gilbert: ……..

Emma: Gilbert?

Gilbert: ……

Emma: Is he asleep?

Gilbert: ….Not……..asleep.

Luke: Hey, don’t tell me you’re drunk too?

Emma: You’re not a strong drinker, are you?

Gilbert: …Mmm….

Gilbert: But…Little Rabbit….you want to deepen the bond, don’t you?

Emma: !

Gilbert: So….I….drank it…..only for you.

Luke: Hey, don’t forget that you’re a bad guy type just because it’s the end of the year.

Gilbert: Well then…..lap pillow.

Clavis: Oh, that’s not fair. The lap pillow is mine.

Licht: No. it’s mine.

Yves: You are all too drunk to be doing that.

Luke: Oh, the bell rang. It looks like we ran over time.

Yves: How can we start the New Year in such a mess!?

Emma: Hm, but it’s fun and lively isn’t it?

Luke: You seem to be having a tough time with it.

Emma: Yes, but I think it’s good that we have time to relax and have a drink.

Emma: That’s how peaceful it is. Without peace we can’t get along with each other.

Emma: I hope we can have a lot of laughs again this year.

Luke: Well, there’s no difference.

Yves: Really.

Yves: Let’s help Emma in the meantime, so we can laugh together in peace.

Luke: I guess so.

Emma: I look forward working with you again this year…

***Definitely not correct. Even the alternate t/l is inaccurate. But I feel that it means Licht is determined not to drink alcohol.

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Translating this chapter was difficult solely for the fact that it was hilarious‼️

Everyone, but Yves and Luke are lightweights. I’m not playing the current CE - So I can’t say for sure since I don’t have Gilbert’s Drunken Love story - but I don’t think he’s as bad as Licht and Clavis. It seems like he can hold out a bit longer after chugging alcohol. I’ve seen him in other events (i.e. his Anniversary epilogue), where he’s sipped alcohol and he is fine. Whereas, these two poor souls typically don’t stand a chance whether it just a sip or chugging it 🤣

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autopilotz · 2 years

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I've had this thought lingering in my head for a while, but I've struggled finding a way to articulate it...Eh, here I go nonetheless.

I think it's weird when people act like you're required to know everything about something to actually enjoy it. That if you're not expressing your particular passion at "peak performance", suddenly it couldn't be a meaningful or fruitful endeavor for you. The whole, "oh you like this band? name every song." As if simply enjoying something, whether it's one song or the entire discography, isn't enough. Another good example being: "oh you like gaming? but you only play [insert some comparatively easier game], you're not actually into gaming.", It feels...oddly competitive? Now- I could ring up a dozen other phrases to make my point, but I'm sure you already get the gist. The common theme between all those statements is that they never come from a genuine place of wanting to share information over a common interest, but rather a way to assert that they're better in something that...literally isn't a competition at all. Especially over things that exist for our enjoyment. To an extent, I get it. I say this as someone who literally finds my own fun by trying to cram every detail and interesting fact about something I like into my head. We want to share our passions with people who are likeminded to us, know the same things we do, etc. But honestly, is it really such a problem if someone simply just enjoys something in the way thats easiest for them?...Easiest. I think thats the interesting word here. I think people just find it satisfying to assert that they put more "effort" into something. This idea that you couldn't possibly share the same passion that they do because you didn't buy $500 worth of merchandise or some shit.

So, with that being said, yeah, just have fun. Not everything is a job. You play this character simply because they look cool? Awesome. You make art and don't study shit? Sounds fun! You wear a band t-shirt but only listen to one song? Fantastic. You listen to every song but have no merch? Great. You draw fanart that doesn't follow canon design? Thats literally fine & doesn't affect me at all. In the absolute best way possible... I don't care! have fun!!

TLDR; I think it’s weird to invalidate someone’s interest, hobby or whatever simply because you think they’re a “fake fan” or not “into it enough”.

Anyways, yeah. I’m not really upset or focused on a particular instance, just speaking my mind in hopes that other people resonate. Feel free to chip in your thoughts, whether you disagree or agree I’d love to hear. Or if you think you can rephrase my thoughts better 100% go for it.

#talking #long post #And just to clarify so it's not misunderstood (I am not taking any chances) when I say 'just have fun' obviously I still think you should-#be responsible with your interests and just. practice critical thought fjkjkfdk #sorry I just don't want this to inadvertently come off as me defending those engaged in truly problematic spaces. . .#bcz i know the phrase 'just let people enjoy things' is thrown around in said spaces

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megumar · 9 months

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i translated 鶴子's oldtakak doujin because i need me some old men yaoi before this year ends!! (🔞 R-18/NSFW 🔞)

i had such an EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER translating this-- it went from wholesome > shocking > funny > frustrating > wholesome and funny again > frustrating again > sentimental > horny > shocking again > horny again > and then sentimental again… this took me almost a week LOL i hope i did this right---

the translations might not be 100% correct (i used google translate), also this doujin was supposed to take place on christmas day but that day is obviously over so… happy holidays then! ✨

pg.1

❤️ 40 years old JoKa fabrication warnings ❤️

❤️ JoKa in their 40s who are married and living together. ❤️ A romantic comedy about Jotaro who goes back to when he was a teenager. ❤️ I want to dress these old men in school uniforms! This is that kind of book. Merry Christmas! ❤️ R-18

pg.2

(on a snowy evening…)

pg.3

J : *enters house* Kakyoin, I'm home. Sorry for being late… K : *off screen* Welcome home, Jotaro! J : *looking around* Kakyoin? K : Please wait just a bit… K : I was taking in the laundry! Great job today. (woah, it's so cold~) K : I've finished preparing the bath and dinner, too. What will you do? K : Ah! Or, do you want to do me first? ❤️ Dr. Kujo is naughty~ ❤️❤️ (just kidding~ ❤️) J : Well, that's not bad either. But before that… J : Lend me that. K : The laundry? I'll clean them up. J : No, I went to the beach the other day, so most of it must be mine.

pg.4

J : I'll be the one to clean them up. You must be tired from work too. K : No, it's fine. I'll do it, you can just rest, so give it to me! J : No. (hmph…) K : Alright… Then let's do it together. J : Mm… K : But thank you for helping me, Jotaro. *smooch* K : After cleaning up, shall we take a bath together? K : (i'll wash your back too~ ❤️ just kidding~) (later…) K : ……

pg.5

J : *folds the laundry* K : … Noho~ Hohoho~ J : … What is it, Kakyoin? Is my way of folding really that strange? K : No, sorry. K : The image of the world's greatest Dr. Kujo folding laundry… I've always thought you were kind of cute. J : … I don't get it. K : Don't you think it suits you in a good way? Though it feels weirdly mismatched. K : Didn't you help out when you were a student? At Ms. Holly's, I mean. (H : here ❤️ Jotaro ❤️ your change of clothes~ ❤️) (J : ……) J : … Well, I was a kid, after all. K : Nohoho! You've matured enough to admit it! Look, just give me a little smile. J : ? Why. K : Come ooon…

pg.6

K : You look even older when you're silent. (oh no~) J : ! J : I don't care about appearances anymore, but I'd hate it if you hated me… Kakyoin. *smiles warmly* K : Aaah~~ I love you, Jotaro~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *nuzzle nuzzle* J : Hey, hey. Easy, Kakyoin, easy. K : Nohoho… You laugh in a way I can't imagine from you when you were really young. J : Is that so? Does that mean the old me is better? K : That's not what I meant… The old days were good, but now I'm satisfied enough. K : …… K : … I don't know if you're satisfied though.

pg.7

(*stares at each other*) K : *sweats* Eh? What is it now… Jota- J : I have no complaints. I'm so satisfied that I'm satisfied. J : … It's just… K : I-It's just…? *badump badump* J : … No, there's nothing to say now. *stands up* I'm going to take a bath. K : J-Jotaro…? K : *grips Jotaro's arm with HG* Jotaro, wait!! Did I do something--

pg.8

(Jotaro tripped over the laundry bucket and falls) K : !! JOTAROOO!! (later…) (Jotaro wakes up) K : Jotaro…! Jotaro!

pg.9

K : Aah, thank goodness! Sorry, I grabbed your arm all of a sudden… It made a lot of noise, but does it hurt?? (HG : i'm sorry---) K : Jotaro? J : …… K : I made it into an ice pillow, but I wonder if you'll catch a cold if I let it get too cold… Are you cold? Are you okay?? K : Ah, I'll bring a regular pillow if you don't mind. Would you like to drink something anyway? Can you get up? K : I never thought you'd hit your head so hard that you would faint… J : … K : It's my bad habit to get Hierophant out right away… K : … Hey, Jotaro… K : Why don't you say anythi-- NGH!? J : *grabs Kakyoin's mouth* So noisy.

pg.10

J : Shut up, you idiot. You're so loud. K : !? J : … Hey, you look a little different, but you're Kakyoin… right? K : *thinking* This tone… No way-- J : I see… That's what it's about. J : I must be around that age, too… Tch… Shit. I can't remember anything. K : Th-Then, what do you remember? J : AH? K : Ah? What… J : … I'm a student now. As long as I remember, you were also wearing a school uniform. K : H-Huh… J : Good grief… Did I just went back to being a student only on the inside? How unlucky. *scratches his neck* K : *thinking* This rude tone and the way he sits… K : *internally* As I thought, he went back to when he was a student! K : *thinking* It's kind of fresh…

pg.11

J : … What is it, Kakyoin? K : *thump! ❤️* Eh? J : Don't stare at me like that. K : A-Aah… Sorry! K : It must be so hard for you to not have any memories, even if it's only partially… J : Keh! J : Says the person who caused the fall. J : *smirks* You'll take full responsibility, so get ready. K : *kyun kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* Y-Yes… Please be gentle… K : *internally* This might be… Pretty bad…!! (Jotaro, a while ago : *warmly* Kakyoin…) (Jotaro, now : *grumpy* AAH?)

pg.12

J : By the way, the hell's with these tasteless clothes? K : Nohoho…! That's the ones you chose for yourself. *pat pat* J : Is this a hobby of mine? Unbelievable… I wanna change my clothes quickly. K : In that case, I'll take out your school uniform and give it to you. J : Oi… I can find it on my own. K : What are you talking about? K : Even you, the usual one, probably don't know where it is, so it's the same thing. Please wait a moment. J : …… (later…) K : Wow… You can still wear it enough, right? J : …… K : I'm glad I took it out for cleaning. 🎵 J : Isn't the tanktop too clean? Moreover, I can't wear it unless I move the belt hole. I need to train myself properly. K : Fair enough… You're much younger than the average forty year old.

pg.13

K : Besides… Yeah. *puts on Jotaro's coat* K : As I expected, you still look good… In that uniform. K : Aah~ How nostalgic. 🎶 *cuddle cuddle* J : … Oi, Kakyoin. Don't stick around me too much- K : No~pe… You've always been really cool… K : You're quiet, but you're strong and kind. I feel like I'm falling in love all over again now. J : … Tch. *blushes* J : Don't say embarrassing things like that. K : Fufu… Sorry. K : I can't help but want to tease you. Maybe you're shy, Jotaro? Ah, you're younger now, so I guess you'll be Jotaro-kun-- J : *annoyed* I said don't stick around me too much.

pg.14

K : You look so cute when you're embarrassed~ *smile smile ❤️* J : Tch--- J : Don't call a man cute!!! Stop clinging to me like you're a woman!! J : It's so annoying!!! K : *startled* K : … I'm sorry. Looks like I got a little too carried away. K : *internally* It's the first time Jotaro called me annoying… ❤️ *kyun kyuuun ❤️❤️* (i've always wanted to be told that~) K : Sorry, I won't say it again. J : …… *sweats* K : *internally* Moreover, he wanted to apologize for yelling, but he seemed to be having a hard time saying it now~~ (nohohohoho~ ❤️❤️) K : *thinking* Maybe it's not so bad to be treated coldly once in a while. K : Uniform alone is not enough. K : I'll bring some other clothes. 🎵 J : … Oi, Kakyoin. J : What I just said is true. K : *thinking* Eh? K : Do you mean don't call you cute?

pg.15

J : Don't get too attached to me. There are times when I won't let go of things that I would normally let go. J : You don't understand what kind of condition I'm in right now. K : Does that mean that… If I touch you… K : … You'll lose your patience? J : Don't tease me, then. K : *hugs Jotaro* J : Oi, there… Kakyoin. K : It's okay. Your memory will likely come back if we treat each other the same way we usually do.

pg.16

K : So we'll do it like we "always" do, then maybe you'll remember. K : Look… *pulls Jotaro closer* K : Come here more. J : This guy lost his soul. People change as they get older. J : *smirks* He turns bright red just by holding your hand. K : Sorry… I'm not saying it's anyone's fault though. *badump badump* K : *internally* In that face… It's unfair to give me that look… K : *thinking* I wonder how will you kiss me now? *leans in to kiss*

pg.17

K : *internally* How will you… hold* me…? (*as in "dominate/topping") (*boing! ❤️*) K : Whuh? J : … Jeez. J : They say it's a shame for a man not to eat set meals, but I'm younger than him now. *puts his hat on Kakyoin* J : It seems like you would rather be attached to someone younger than him. I don't know which one is more embarrassing… K : !

pg.18

J : … Eh, Kakyoin-san? *grins* K : *thinking* He dodged it-- (hmph…) (HG : too bad…) (usually) (J : anyone who says that is punished. *carries Kakyoin to bed*) (K : nohoho~ help me~ ❤️) J : Well, I'm going to bed now. I have a headache and I'm sleepy. K : Hm… K : What about dinner? J : … Sorry, I don't need it. K : What about the bath? J : … When I wake up, I'll go on my own. K : Then, I'll guide you. J : I don't need that. J : I really don't need that kind of care. I can find the place by myself. K : Ah… K : Okay. Then I'll put the futon on first. J : … First? K : Eh? K : We always sleep together, after all.

pg.19

J : Sleep alone. *yeets Kakyoin out with SP* K : What the hell, Jotaro! Where am I going to sleep-- J : The sofa, I guess. K : My body will hurt! (HG : how mean! *huff puff*) J : Y'know, Kakyoin… J : You're just a little too much for me. J : You and I aren't kids anymore either. K : …! J : Good night.

pg.20

K : Good night… Jotaro. K : *thinking* Too much, huh… It's true that when I was a student, I kept my distance even more. K : *internally* Even though you were the first to jump over that distance… *flashback* K : *blushes* Aah… I just remembered something strange… I've had enough--!

pg.21

K : I take back my words about how it's not so bad to be treated coldly… J : ……… (Jotaro remembering the almost-kiss) J : … Tch! J : What does he mean by "always"? Good grief…

pg.22

(the next morning…) K : Fuah… Good morning, Jotaro. J : Oh… Morning. J : Sorry, is it bad to smoke? K : It's okay, it's your body, do what you like with it. It's been a while since I saw you smoking. K : I'll take your tiger's cub* too. (*Tiger's cub (Tora no ko) is a term that refers to something so precious that you cannot let it go.) J : So you smoke like this too, don't you. K : *puffs* Nah, I don't normally smoke. K : At some point, I learned to imitate you. K : Hey, Jotaro. Until your memory returns… K : I'll be careful not to close the distance between us as much.

pg.23

K : … So, could you please stay by my side without being too cautious? J : … Ok. K : Alright! K : Well then, I'll use it as a starting point to bring back your memories. Would you like to play a game with me? J : A game? Are you still doing things at your old age? K : It's one of my few hobbies. Actually, I've wanted to compete with you ever since we were students! J : Hm. Then, let's bet something. K : Whoa, that idea is nostalgic too. J : Aah? (then both of them play games together)

pg.24

K : Ah! Eh?? Wait, Jotaro, how did you learn that trick!? J : What. By playing seriously, I guess. K : Really? You're not cheating?? J : I'm not… I swear. (later…) J : It's my rise again. K : Hey you… You're really not cheating, are you? You didn't see my cards, right? K : Did you use your Stand?? J : I didn't see them. J : So what should we bet next? How about the loser has to prepare dinner? K : Alright, let's compete again! (later…) K : I guess I'll make it again, after all. You're absolutely cheating. J : No, I'm not. Don't be too suspicious. J : I won the arm wrestling with my pure strength. K : That's true, but come on… K : It's frustrating because I can't always win. Let's try again later.

pg.25

(later…) K : Aah… That was fun! J : Well, you'll get tired if you play games all day long. On top of that, you even drank alcohol. You've became this drunk. K : I'm an adult, so it's okay! J : Let me drink too. K : (nohohoho~) You're still a child on the inside, so it's no good! Just in case. J : Don't act like a grown-up here. J : Games and cards… You were just playing around like a kid, but you never get tired of it. K : Hm… K : My bad, but I had fun. Because… K : Actually, it's something I wanted to see you do when we were students. Cards, games… and all that. K : I don't want to see you skipping class, though. (nohoho~) J : … Kakyoin. K : Hm?

pg.26

J : You've learned to smile like that. It's rare to see that wide mouth moving. J : You look good. K : !! *blushes* K : R-Really? (image of younger Kakyoin pouting) J : You always wore a deadpan Buddha face. You rarely smile or just lift the corners of your mouth… (K : ah, the alcohol-) (J : here.) K : I didn't realize it myself… But if you say so, I guess it's true. J : Fuh! J : It's all thanks to me, so I'll do it too. K : *stares at Jotaro chuckling* J : Jeez… I'm angry at myself for not remembering. K : *leans on Jotaro* … Don't be jealous of yourself, Jotaro.

pg.27

(……) J : I told you not to stick to me… *moves away* K : …… J : …… K : … Are you avoiding me because I'm old? J : Ha? K : You don't like me becoming an old man, do you? K : You remember me who was still in high school, so it's only natural that you're disappointed, even though you're old too. J : Kakyoin, you misunderstand. I-- K : So what do you want to say!?

pg.28

K : *stands up* Speak clearly! Anything is fine! K : Or do you think I'm a sissy who gets easily hurt!? K : Don't underestimate me, Jotaro!! K : ... It's true that I'm different now compared to before. I'm older. K : I want to cook for you, take care of you, sleep with you, cuddle with you, touch you… K : I-It might make me seem weak, and I may not have a visible trace of masculinity… K : But I'm not ashamed of it. I've changed because I was with you… K : … And I couldn't be alone anymore. J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist* K : … It's partly your fault, after all.

pg.29

K : You reached out first. *flashback* K : I don't have any interest in girls anymore. Even when it comes to sex, I've only ever done it with you. K : As you grow older, you become more and more attractive. *weeps* I wanted us to be more happy, so I did a lot of things. K : The only masculine part I have left is my penis… J : PE--!? What did you just say--? K : What!! K : You've said even more obscene stuff! (like **** and ****!) Don't you remember!? Stupid!! J : Well, I don't remember. K : AARGH--! 💢 (Jotaro pulls Kakyoin down and hugs him) K : ! J : It was… My bad.

pg.30

J : I've been curious about it for a while. J : You look like a housekeeper. You prepare food and bath, and take care of me… J : I felt like a big brat, or even a lord. J : That's what "always" happened. Is it normal now for you to do everything for me? J : When we were students, we walked shoulder to shoulder. J : Is the adult me forcing you, a man, into a role you don't want to play? J : If I had treated you like that, I feel like punching myself. K : Jotaro…

pg.31

K : You've never forced me to do anything. Partly because I was at home a lot… K : Please don't be so angry. J : … But I really don't like being overprotective. K : Yeah… I understand as much. J : … Also, you said something that I shouldn't ignore. J : You… Are you worried because you're getting older? K : W-Well, a little… J : It's because your skin is a little sagging, but those laugh lines can be profitable. *lifts Kakyoin's chin* K : Jo… taro… J : I'm in love with you, Kakyoin-san. J : Ever since I wore my school uniform.

pg.32

(*kiss*) K : …! J : Even the kid me can see… J : That you'll always be beautiful. (*kiss kiss*) J : *lifts Kakyoin's shirt up*

pg.33

K : Ah… W-Wait, Jotaro… (haah) J : What… We don't need a bath. K : That's not it--! K : I'm kinda bothered because now you're the same person as you were when you were young, so it should be the opposite… K : No- Usually it would be me-- Um-- Well--- J : AH? 💢 K : It was always up to me, so it's kinda different-- Uhmm--- K : … What should I do… K : What should I do best… K : Normally, I would have had more time to give you a little something… K : But, because you're like this… K : I feel embarrassed… I still don't know how to hold you… K : What should I do, Jotaro…

pg.34

J : *flicks Kakyoin's nipple ❤️* K : Ngh… J : Kuku… I don't want you to be that scared, Kakyoin. K : Ah… Ah-- J : I'm getting more excited. Hey… Let's go to the futon, shall we? K : … (haah) J : I want to hold you quickly… K : … Jotaro, um… J : ? K : After that, I have… A request… (later, at the bedroom…)

pg.35

(both of them wears their uniforms) J : This is such a bizarre feeling. Is this "normal" for adults too? J : It's like sexual services… Kakyoin-san. K : C'mon… Don't say anything mean, Jotaro… K : I thought you were more used to seeing this… K : I guess it doesn't suit me after all? J : Nah… It suits you. *unbuttons Kakyoin's uniform* J : But you're the one who's most excited, huh. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple through his shirt* K : …! K : Wait-- The shirt--- J : If it bothers you, just turn it over yourself.

pg.36

(Kakyoin's shirt has unbuttoned) J : What a cute color… Do you want me to touch you directly? K : Yes… (haah) K : I want you to touch me… Ah--! J : *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Nngh-- ❤️❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Does it feel good…? K : Mmm… It feels good… (haah ❤️) J : Really? It's still half erect… Is it always like this? K : No… That's not… (haah) J : Tch… It's because you drink alcohol.

pg.37

K : No… I'm… fine with this, so… (fuuh) J : *bites Kakyoin's ear* …? J : What do you mean? *his bulge pokes Kakyoin's ass* K : …! K : S-So… It feels good when I ejaculate, but… I'm already used to going inside… K : *internally* Jotaro is… Getting really hard… J : Seriously… You're amazing… *stroke stroke* K : Noho… Because I'm an adult now… K : That's why, Jotaro… *strokes Jotaro's bulge* J : !

pg.38

K : The messy foreplay… I don't mind skipping it. (fuuh ❤️) K : After all, you're a hot-blooded boy right now, aren't you? J : … It's going to be hard for you. K : Thank you, Jotaro… But… *turns around* K : You want to insert it here quickly, right? (haah ❤️) J : …… *caressed by HG* K : I don't need any patience or consideration that I'm not used to. I'm also a man, so I'm surprisingly sturdy.

pg.39

J : You… It's dirty of you to invite me like that, but don't say you don't like it halfway through. *pins Kakyoin down* K : Ngh… ❤️ No way… I won't say that I don't like it… (haah) K : Because you're always so kind to me, I'm okay with being treated badly sometimes… J : *unbuckles his pants, still caressed by HG ❤️* K : No matter how embarrassing my words or actions are, the only one who sees it is you, right? (haah) K : Even if it hurts a little, it's fine if it's from you. (haah) J : … Keep it quiet. You're so eager to take advantage of me, aren't you. *rubs his cock on Kakyoin's ass* K : Ah-- Ah… K : That's not true, Jotaro--

pg.40

K : I'm that kind of man, so sometimes I want to be rolled around in your palm… (haah) J : I see… *inserts his cock* K : Ah-- Hn-- ❤️ J : Then let me do as I like. *pounds Kakyoin's ass ❤️❤️* K : Ngh-- AH! Jota-- KHA--! GHAH-- ❤️❤️❤️

pg.41

(they proceeds to fuck, but Jotaro slowly pulling out for some reason)

pg.42

K : *looks back, panting* No…! I don't want it to be shallow, Jotaro-- K : Please, Jotaro--- (haah haah) J : I said let me do as I like, so shut up. *pulls out* K : Ah- ❤️ Nha-- ❤️ J : Not you shaking your hips while wearing a school uniform. You're such a lewd old man. *tongue kiss* K : S-Sor… ry-- Hngh~~ ❤️❤️ J : Don't apologize. I like you like this. *kiss kiss* K : Ngh… ❤️❤️ Jotaro-- I like… it too… ❤️

pg.43

(they proceeds to fuck again ❤️)

pg.44

J : Hey, Kakyoin… I can cum inside you, right? (haah haah) K : Ah- What is--- (uwah!) J : How many times can I cum? J : Can you show me once? *smirks* K : Eh--? Ah… Th-That face-- Don't… look at me… with that face-- Jotaro---! J : My face~? That's rude. K : That face is no good-- (haah haah ❤️❤️) J : *pang!* …? J : Even if you say my face is no good… Aah, I see. J : Maybe it's because it's different from "usual"… Did I also refer to myself as "me" (watashi)? *pats Kakyoin's head* K : Yes… You're… (haah) K : Very mature… and kind… J : Hmm…

pg.45

J : … Do you miss "me" (watashi) that much? Kakyoin… *nuzzles* K : Eh--? Eh…? Could it be that you've… returned-- *panting* J : Were you lonely because you couldn't meet me? I'm sorry for the inconvenience. J : I was lonely, too… *smooch* K : Hn… ❤️ I'm so glad… Jotaro… J : It's alright now. *smooch smooch*

pg.46

J : *twitches* Nh… Hah… Aah, it feels so good inside you… Kakyoin. J : You… ate me so deep… (haah) K : *kyuuun ❤️* …! ❤️ K : Ah… K : Jotaro… Somehow, I-- can't… (haah haah) K : When I see your face… I want to… cum right away… ❤️ *thump thump ❤️❤️* J : Fuh… You can cum as much as you like.

pg.47

J : I'll pay attention to everything. *pounds Kakyoin's ass again ❤️* K : Ah- AH--! ❤️❤️ Hah-- Fuuh--- ❤️ K : Jo… taro-- J : Kakyoin… *grips Kakyoin's wrist*

pg.48

J : That's… Round one. *grins* K : Ah… No… As I expected… I thought it was strange-- Pretending to be back… J : Thanks to you, I was able to see some good stuff. It must have been quite a show. K : Jeez-- You are… K : Being yourself… So it's only natural… that you can do it-- *slaps Jotaro with HG* J : Ow-- Even though you're going to cum just from that. K : It can't be helped--! 💢 *slap slap* J : Your voice is so loud that you really sounds like a woman. K : *sits up* What's up… With you--

pg.49

K : Haa… *bounce bounce* K : Do you know… Who is making you feel…? K : Looking at me like I'm a girl. K : Even though I'm aroused… J : … The condescending face isn't bad either… How erotic. K : Stupid-- (haah) K : Next, it's your turn to cum-- J : I'm glad that you're willing to straddle me… *grope grope* J : If I can, I don't want to cum just yet… K : Eh…? J : … My head has been hurting really bad for a while now. K : … On the part that was hit? J : Yeah… K : … I see…

pg.50

(*kiss kiss*) K : … Are you still thinking that you don't want to go back yet? J : … I'm thinking of having sex with you two more rounds. K : Nohoho… Your body won't keep up. J : You don't get it, do you… *bites Kakyoin's nipple* K : Oh--!! Hn… ❤️ Don't knead it too much… K : Good boy, good boy… *pet pet* K : You're really cute…

pg.51

K : Ah-- Sorry, I said it again, out of habit… J : That's okay, I don't really care. *pout* K : *thinking* … This face, it looks like it's not good at all… K : *internally* When he looked at me like this, I thought he was angry and I apologized, which made him even more angry… *flashback* K : *thinking* … Now that I think about it, was he sulking…? K : Ngh…? K : Hey, what are you… K : Jotaro…? Hn-- J : *marks Kakyoin's chest* K : Wait, it hurts… J : Shuddup. J : Be quiet and I'll come back, so let me do what I want a little more. K : Hnn… (haah) J : Here, look at me.

pg.52

J : If being cute to me is your habit, then this is mine. J : … Now, you won't forget me for a while. K : … (haah) K : Jotaro… J : Let "me" (watashi) know when I get back, about whether I was a cute or a bad boy. K : D-Don't tell me you're competing with each other? J : …… J : *thinking* Ah, should've stayed silent. K : I'm happy, but… This congestion won't go away anytime soon, because I'm not young anymore… J : What are you saying? I told you it's okay. K : Ng…?

pg.53

K : What do… you mean… K : *thinking* … Huh-- What… Jotaro's… face… is-- J : Unfortunately, right now my body and head are in disarray. J : It's making me look pathetic and ungainly, but… J : My desire for possession hasn't changed. J : Even if it's just for now… J : You're mine. *caresses Kakyoin's body*

pg.54

K : *turns on* Jotaro… ❤️ K : *bounce bounce! ❤️* Fells… so good-- ❤️❤️ J : Mh… Do you like riding me? Kakyoin… K : Haah… Yeah-- ❤️ I like it… I like iiit-- ❤️❤️

pg.55

J : Really… *sits up* J : Which is better, me (ore) or "me" (watashi)? K : D-Don't ask me… that-- Ah-! No-- (don't… rub it--) J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick* Tell me. K : *clings* I love both-- I love both, so… Ah-- Please, let me go-- (haah) J : Hahh… Even though you're an adult, it's luxurious… There, just a little more… Be patient. *pound pound! ❤️❤️*

pg.56

(they've reached their climaxes and FINALLY CAME ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ////////)

pg.57

J : … You-- (haah haah) J : Fuck… I don't wanna go back… *kiss* K : Mmh… Jo-- ta… ro… ❤️❤️❤️ *kiss kiss* J : Kakyoi--… J : *wide-eyed* …!

pg.58

J : … Kakyoin? K : !! K : J-Jotaro…! Did you came back?? Has your memory returned to normal!? J : Yes… It seems like that… I'm sorry. K : … Ah. J : ? K : You… Did you really, reaaally came back to normal…? J : Hm? Why are you so suspicious… J : *sees Kakyoin's body* … Aah… I see.

pg.59

J : It seems like he had a lot of fun while it wasn't me… But I don't think students should be too rowdy. K : Ah--! Th-This-- *covers himself* J : It's fine, don't hide it. J : From what I saw, it didn't look like you were forced to be intangible, and since it was you, he probably handled it well. J : It was a bit too stimulating to see for the first time after I noticed it… But I'm glad you seemed satisfied. K : …… J : …… K : Um… Jotaro… J : Hm? K : The student you told me, that I care too much for you, and you… don't like it when I do that to you. K : Before you fell, you were about to say that you were satisfied, but… It was just that. J : Just that?

pg.60

K : The reason why I care about you so much… In the end, is because of my own self-satisfaction. (image of younger Kakyoin) K : I wonder if what you're really looking for… is the sense of distance we had back then. K : Was what I "always" did… too close to you? J : …… *strips* K : ! K : J-Jotaro…? J : Kakyoin.

pg.61

J : C'mere. K : … ❤️ *nods* (*cuddle cuddle ❤️*) J : Is what I just did strange? K : It's not strange… I'm glad. J : But it's probably not a manly behavior. If I were the old "me" (ore), I wouldn’t do it. K : That's right… But, I like you… the way you… are now…

pg.62

J : Me too. *smooch ❤️* (*flashback*) J : The distance between us back then was certainly nostalgic, but it can't stay the same forever. J : Someday, when our journey ends, I'll be away from you. J : I thought we would grow up in a place where neither of us knew each other. J : … But for some reason, my hand reached out to you. J : Am I making you worry in the first place? Did I force you, a man, to be on the passive side? I was in agony all the time. J : I thought I had done something wrong. J : During that time, you changed into an ordinary man. J : It would be rude if I didn't respond to that resolution. J : We are here now because of your resolve.

pg.63

J : Before answering whether I'm satisfied or dissatisfied with our life, I had to say thank you. J : I'm sorry for making you anxious. *caresses* J : I'm grateful for your "always"… Kakyoin. *embraces* K : *bluuuuush* K : UUUUUHHH~~ Jotarooooooo~~~ ❤️❤️❤️ *hugs tight* J : It's a good change that you're more tearful now. Good grief. K : Uuh… Sorry for being so effeminate… *sob sob* J : What… You don't remember what you said a long time ago? K : Eh…?

pg.64

(*flashback*) J : When we were on the trip, on a whim, "I" (ore) asked you… J : What you would do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender. K : … It's not that important whether you're a man or a woman. K : I think both masculinity and femininity are subjective, and you can do whatever you want. K : Gender doesn't diminish a person's humanity. K : Since you chose that person, they will also see the "human" that you are, right? J : I was surprised when you told me that, and I thought you were so handsome… J : That I fell in love with you even more.

pg.65

K : *blushes* Did… I said that…? J : Yes, while you were licking that cherry. (that was shocking) J : *strokes Kakyoin's inner thigh* K : Ngh-- J : After that, I was the first to make a move, but… J : Your attitude was also one of the reasons… K : No… That was… not my intention-- (hn ❤️) J : Well… If you say so, that's fine. *bites and licks Kakyoin's nipple* K : Ah-- Hyah-- K : C'mon… Jotaro… ❤️ K : Noho-- It… tickles… ❤️

pg.66

J : I'm overwriting the marks that "I" (ore) left behind. *sucks Kakyoin's nipple* K : O-Ow…! K : If you suck it that hard-- It hurts--- J : Liar. You like it when it hurts a little. K : No- AH… Auuh-- ❤️ J : *rubs Kakyoin's dick ❤️* K : Hnn~~ ❤️❤️ I-I'm sorr-- ❤️ K : Haah… K : Yeah… I like the pain… K : There's nothing I don't like when you do it to me… Jotaro… J : *inserts his cock* … You're really good at rolling me over. *smooch ❤️* K : Hn… ❤️ *strips* J : You're a nice guy, in both personality and body.

pg.67

(they proceeds to fuck yet again ❤️❤️) K : Nh-- J : …! J : … Fuh… J : Kakyoin. K : *sucks Jotaro's finger* Haa… Ng… What…? K : Jotaro…

pg.68

(*flashback*) J : In the past, I used to think… J : About how I would roll you in my palm if I had you, but… J : If your hand feels so comfortable… J : It wouldn't be a bad idea to roll me over yourself. J : Am I holding you or are you holding me? I don't understand… K : … ❤️

pg.69

(later…) (Jotaro sleeps and Kakyoin went to take a shower)

pg.70

K : Uh… It hurts… Maybe I pushed myself too hard… K : *looks in the mirror* …… (*flashback*) J : What would you do if the person you fell in love with was of the same gender? K : *thinking* … If you were asked something like that, wouldn't you have high expectations?

pg.71

K : I can and will say, that gender doesn't matter. K : And I can't let go of the hope that maybe it might be me. (flesh bud scene flashback) K : I'm sure I was the first one… to fall in love with you. K : I threw water at you and saved your hand, but I cowardly let Jotaro tell me what to do… and didn't say it myself. K : … I feel embarrassed every time I think back on it… K : Whether it's before or after, what's the point of escaping… Jeez… K : *thinking* I'm sure you know… that I have that kind of habit.

pg.72

(Jotaro wakes up) K : And you understand that you'll roll in my palm. Isn't that right? Jotaro… K : So in order to be with you… K : Whether I act as a woman or bend over to a man…. It's a trivial matter. (flashback of the two hugging each other, with Kakyoin smiling) K : … Well, no one will listen to the worldly words of an unfaithful man. K : … Except you.

pg.73

(Kakyoin smiles, and turns off the shower) (end.)

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Forever The Name On My Lips

Summary: Reflecting through their once in a lifetime love, Reader finds themselves seeing that old familiar face they never thought they'd see again.

CW: Hopeful ending, sexual innuendo, mentions of prison, guns, spencer getting shot/fear of him dying

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 5.1K

Author's Note: happy last kiss day friends! it’s a little late but I hope you all like this! please let me know what you think! your comments, reblogs and even "asks" mean everything to me TAGLIST SIGN UP

Forever The Name On My Lips

The sun dripped into the living room like golden honey. I loved to read beside the big picture window. It was far above the bustling life of the street below and provided fantastic lighting for lazy afternoons spent reading all the books we promised ourselves we would read.

Spencer flipped through the pages of his third, maybe fourth book, as I squandered through the first 100 pages of my first book. Admittedly, he was quite distracting. The sun dashed across his handsome face casting shadows across his nose and lips. His tongue would slip past his lips as he concentrated on the words on the page. Spencer was incredibly distracting and kept me from making headway on my novel.

I rested the book in my lap, reaching to pet Clemmie. She stretched her little body, mostly orange with patches of creamy white, toward my welcoming hand. Scratching under her chin, I smiled to myself, enjoying the absolute tranquility of the afternoon.

“I wish everyday was like this,” I whispered, more to myself than to Spencer, who sat perched in the same position for the last hour. “Just us, Clemmie. Books. Enough iced coffee to sustain an entire small nation,”

Spencer looked up from his book for the first time. He smiled, nodding his head in agreement. I stretched my legs towards him. He massaged my legs, working diligently to get the various knots out. I winced at the satisfying feeling.

“Me too,” Spencer said. He attempted to place his book in his lap to continue reading, but the well-worn paperback kept falling, unable to be propped without hands to support it. “My favorite days are days like today.”

“There’s a new book I want to pick up at Brown’s. It’s an anthology of different authors. It seems interesting. I think you’d like it. It’s a collection of short stories centered around—”

He kissed me, effectively shutting down whatever I was going to tell him about. I loved the way his lips felt against mine. He was so soft. His cardigan was wrapped around my shoulders, something that I would always steal from him. He left here so often I was pretty sure he did it on purpose. I smelt the spicy, warm scent of this body wash that he started to leave in my bathroom. I liked that he left his things, like a cardigan, favorite books and socks, and now body wash. I let the kiss control me as I thought of how this place, my place, was starting to become Spencer’s place too. I think, as Spencer’s lips trailed down my jawline, that I really liked that.

I smiled, covered Spencer’s hand with my own. He continued to rub the kinks from my leg and moved down to my feet.

“Here,” I said, grabbing Spencer’s book. My eyes scanned over the page, double checking that this particular novel wasn’t some Latin tome or near ancient Russian novel, “Romance, eh?” I teased, winking at him, “What are you trying to look for tips, or something?”

Spencer blushed and swatted for the book that I gripped firmly in my hands. I wasn’t going to let him get away with this one, especially when he looked as cute as he did with his cheeks turning red.

“You like them. So I thought I’d try. It’s pretty good so far. But I think I prefer the real thing, if I’m being honest,” he professed, cheeks still a delightful shade of pink.

Smirking, I decided to relent. “You know, I wouldn’t mind checking that real thing you’re talking about,” I offered, hoping that Spencer would get the insinuation. “Because our thing is certainly better than whatever is in this book,”

“Bedroom?”

“Bedroom.” ****

“Tell me what happened,”

It wasn’t a question. Nor was it a statement or a demand. It was something that dwells in between those two things. Spencer laid his head on the cool, freshly washed pillowcase. In the moonlight, I could see the dark purple bags under his eyes. A small bandage was taped above his eyebrow. I didn’t ask about that, but I noticed it. Some things could wait till tomorrow. Other things, like the things that I know will haunt his dreams, those must be dealt with tonight.

“I can’t.” Spencer said. He sounded broken. His voice was caught in his throat so only a scratchy, sad sort of sound slipped out. I hated to see him like this. So distraught, so rundown.

Pulling him close, I tugged the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the way his soft curls felt against my skin. “Yes. Spencer, you can tell me. You’re not going to scare me away, you know that, right?”

Spencer hummed, a nonchalant response that told me more than words ever could. His head was buried in my chest so his voice sounded a million miles away, sort of like his mind must have felt. I scratched his back, running my fingers up and down his cardigan covered torso.

“You’re too good,” Spencer whispered. “I can't hurt you with my job. I can’t. I won’t, Y/N,” Spencer pleaded. He sounded desperate, like the words he uttered wounded him. I wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around him. I did. But he still felt so far away, even with our heartbeats thumping in sync.

We’re both quiet for a moment. I supposed that even us, two people who never have enough to talk about, can find themselves in a conversation where everything leads to a dead end. I liked to think I understood Spencer well, if I’m being honest I still like to think I do. But there are some things about him, about his job, which is a big piece of him, that I’ll never understand.

“Okay,” I whispered, kissing his shoulder, “You don’t have to tell me what you saw or whatever, but you do have to do something for me. You gotta write it down. Everything you’re thinking. The ugliest, most awful things that I know you’re seeing. Write it down, lock it away with your gun in the safe, burn it for all I care. Let yourself tuck it away. For me. For you. For us, sweetheart,”

Again, he was at a loss for words. Spencer’s eyelashes tickled my cheek, eliciting an ill timed laughter.

“For you,” Spencer muttered. His breath was hot and wet against my skin. His promises echoed around the room. It hung in the air like just waiting to be turned about, examined when we clung together in a sleepless choreography of restless limbs and silent symphony of ranging minds.

“For us,” I corrected, firm in my answer.

It was about us. It had to be, for there to be an us to care about in the first place. ****

It was 1:58 when I got the call.

Looking back, it was naive of me to truly think that this day wouldn’t ever come. I selected a special ringtone for Spencer, this way I’d always know it was him texting or calling if my phone wasn’t in my pocket at the moment. Call it intuition or ESP or whatever, but I remember waking up, startled and terrified, knowing that something was wrong.

I had never heard SSA Hotchner’s voice before. He never liked going out with the team for drinks, but somehow I knew it was him talking to me through Spencer’s cell phone.

“Y/N,” Agent Hotcher’s voice was clipped and business-like, but somewhere I sensed a slight waver.

“Yes? Oh my god, please tell me he’s okay,”

“I can’t make any promises,” he said. His voice was grim. I thought that one day maybe I’ll appreciate the honesty. “Reid has been shot in the neck. He enroute to Walter Reed. You’re his emergency contact,” he explained.

“Yes, yes,” I said. I remember looking for my glasses, but I don’t remember finding them. Agent Hotchner, or Hotch as Spencer affectionately called him, continued to talk to me. Maybe he was telling me that Spencer was going to be fine. Or that Spencer wanted me to know that he loved me. But none of that seemed like the Aaron Hotchner from the stories Spencer told. Yet, I let myself pretend that’s what he was asking.

“I’m on my way. I-I, I can’t lose him. He’s everything to me. I can’t-”

“I’ll send Derek Morgan to get you. You’re in the no shape to drive this late,”

I don’t remember agreeing to Derek coming to pick me up, nor do I remember refusing.

I do remember sitting beside Spencer’s bed. His face looked so pale and clammy in the artificial light. Underneath his nose was an oxygen tube. Blood speckled his cheek. I remember being annoyed that know one cleaned it up for him. But then I remembered that his doctors and nurses had other things, like keeping him alive, to worry about.

I grabbed Spencer’s hand. It was sweaty from the adrenaline that coursed through his body. His hands were so soft, unlike the callouses that collected on my fingertips and palms. Our fingers slotted together perfectly, as if we were made to match.

Sitting there, all I could think about was how lucky I was. Spencer was. We were. And then another thought creeped into my mind just as Spencer finally fell asleep. Suddenly, I saw it all so clearly. A night, not unlike this one, when I’m awoken to the sound of Spencer’s ringtone, but not his sleep-ridden voice at the end. Maybe it’s Agent Hotchner’s or Derek’s or Penelope’s. Maybe it’s the hospital because the entire team is too beside themselves to even call me. I wouldn’t hear anything they said, maybe just bits and pieces. Yet, sitting there staring at the machines he’s hooked up too, I can see it vividly. I can feel the worry drip from my fingertips that tether themselves to Spencer’s hands, I can see the red and white stripes of the flag they’d hand me as they bury the one man I ever thought I could love. I can see so clearly and I know, as I listen to the machines beep, that one day it would end so tragically.

**** It was a selfish choice to make, leaving a man who did nothing but love and honor and cherish me.

I take the bus now. The train reminds me too much of the love that I lost. It’s a little strange, when I think about it. That I left a man that I loved because I was so scared to live in a wolf without, yet here I was. I still loved him, and I suspect I always will. I knew he’d linger like a tattoo kiss and haunt all my what ifs.

The bus is bumpy and filled with agitated passengers eager to get home on a dreary Friday night. The rain poured down and down on the clear windows of the bus. The raindrops fell in bullets, distorting my view of the street. I passed bookstores that Spencer and I frequented, small convenience stores where we’d stop for late night ice cream runs, the empty parking lot where we kissed for the first time in the middle of the weekly farmer’s market.

I can still smell the rain on the pavement. We held our canvas bags of fresh fruits and vegetables as it rained down on us. Spencer even bought a strawberry tart and homemade ice cream from a stand for our dessert. Maybe it was the intimacy of it all, being there with him picking out fruits and vegetables and sampling homemade ice cream. Maybe it just felt right, like it often did with him. Or maybe it was true love. It would have to be true love if I was still thinking about one kiss all those years ago.

I remember tasting the sweetness of the strawberry ice cream he sampled. It was sweet and tart on his lips. And then I remember wanting to taste more. It was like he was so taken by the gesture that he froze. I smiled into the kiss while he melted into it. He dropped the bags of fruits and vegetables to the ground by our feet. I twisted my hands in his hair, uncaring of the passerby that must be annoyed at the public display of affection. His mouth was warm and welcoming as were his hands that roamed the expanse of my back. His lips slotted against mine in a dance too romantic for an overly priced farmer’s market.

I think it was Spencer that parted. Or maybe it was me, I’m not sure. If it was it would make sense, considering how this ended all those years ago. His fingertips dragged my chin up toward the looming, gray sky that was filled with nothing but rainbows and glittering stars in my mind. Spencer kissed me quickly, a sort of bashfulness washing over his face.

“That was…nice,” Spencer surmised. He picked up the forgotten groceries, holding them in one hand now so, I assumed, he could hold mine in the other.

“I think I deserve something a little more generous than just nice, Spencer. You did just feel me up in the middle of a parking lot,”

“I did not feel you up,” Spencer retorted, blushing crimson at my crudeness. He was too cute to not tease. “You kissed me. And then I kissed you. Quite romantically at that. I didn’t feel you up, yet that is,”

I remember stopping, delighted at Spencer’s playful teasing. He smiled at me and I remembered wondering if he saw the cloudy skies and pouring rain as beautiful rainbows and glittery stars too.

“So what you’re saying is if we get this ice cream in the freezer, you’ll feel me up?” ****

I’m not sure if it’s physics or whatever, but if there’s a first kiss then, I suppose, there’s bound to be a last kiss. If the first one was magical and full of rainbows and glittery stars then the last one wasn’t anything like that.

Truth be told, out of the hundreds of kisses shared between us most of them weren’t magical and earth shattering. It’s not to say that they weren’t special, they were. It’s just when I’ve kissed him as much as I did, it becomes second nature. He became part of me, and I part of him.

Maybe that’s why the love affair maimed me so hard and has left me wondering years and years later if it maimed him too.

It was nothing special, our last kiss. It happened so quickly too. Spencer had spent the night, like he did most nights at that point. He was buttering a bagel for me and I snuck up behind him. I remember I wrapped my arms around his torso and breathed him in. He smelt like fresh coffee and sweet pastries. I planted three kisses on his shoulder blades as a thank you for the bagel. And then he kissed me, quickly, chastely. It was the kind of kiss that I liked so much. It was something small because we both knew there would be time later for something a little more special.

I still remember the look on his face on that July ninth. We fought that night again about his job. He went into a hostage situation without a vest on, breaking protocol. I didn't want to lose him, I didn't want this to end. I would never want to live in a Spencer Reid-less world.

I remember I argued with him, we both slung venom laced insults and regrettable snide comments, that we were too ashamed to discuss that morning. I left, deciding to spend the night on Penelope's couch. I learned, painstakingly, that some good things have an expiry date far too soon than you'd want. It turned out, Spencer and mine was too soon than either of us would have truly liked.

Now I sit in that same kitchen, wearing the brown cardigan he always wore to bed. I know a lot of things about myself. I know how I like my coffee, how I like my eggs cooked, and the thread count of my favorite sheets.

But what I don’t know, is how to be something he missed.

His cardigan smelled like his cologne I bought him on a whim. It was spicy and warm, like bergamot and lime. It tickled my nose, making my eyes sting with the tears of nostalgia. I thought about washing it, clearing away the scent of him from haunting my days. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Washing away the smell of Spencer, the last thing I have of his, would be an act of finality. And despite my choices recently, I didn’t think that I could ever do that.

I never thought we’d have a last kiss. I never thought that we’d end like this. It turned out that freedom is nothing but missing Spencer.

If only I had known when he kissed me that morning that it would be the last time. I would have kissed him like I knew it was the last time. I would have pulled him, tugging at the curls at the bottom of his neck, so we were flush against each other in the throws of passion. It would have been, somehow, sweet and sexy, timid and bold, quick and slow. Yet, I’ve made peace with our last kiss being less special.

Because, goddamn it, at least I kissed him.

I sat on the floor with my back pressed up against the refrigerator. Clemmie popped out of the shadows from her hiding spot in the living room. I held my hand out, letting her rub her face against my palm. Her little wet nose felt slimy against my skin, but I liked it. These days, I need a reminder that I can still feel things beside numbness, pain, and heartache. She sniffed the cardigan that I had wrapped around my torso, probably trying to get as much as Spencer’s scent from it as she could.

“I miss him too,” I told her, bringing her to my chest and kissing her head. She meowed, eager to escape my grasp. “Fine. I’ll let you leave me, too,” I said, the bitter resentment palatable in my tone.

Clemmie, now free from my needy arms, played with something under the refrigerator. She hit it with her paws, trying to get it free. I relented, curious to see what she had.

“Oh,” I said, as I turned the picture magnet in my hand. It was Spencer and me. He had his arms wrapped around me tightly. He did it so often, it’s like I can still feel it even now. I was kissing his cheek, the same cheeks that blushed furiously at compliments and kisses.

“I forgot about this,” I said to no one in particular. “We were cute, weren't we. I really thought we were gonna be something. It would have been fun, if he was the one,”

I used to have nightmares of Spencer dying in all these horrible ways. I dreamt about him coming home to me, nothing but an empty shell of the vibrant man I adored. It haunted me, the thought of not hearing his voice, not feeling his body against mine, not smelling his shampoo.

But now, it’s changed. Now I dreamt of Spencer alive and well and whole. I dreamt of those Sundays that felt so real in my dreams because, at one point, they were. In my sleep, I dreamed that he held me close and kissed my face.

Somehow that was worse than him dying. Maybe. I'm not sure. I'm not sure about most things these days. ****

The bus stop was three blocks from my apartment. The walk was short enough to not be annoying, but long enough to be contemplative. But that day I wasn’t looking for contemplatives. All I thought about was how annoyed at myself I was for not bringing an umbrella. The rain fell in heavy, fat droplets that soaked my shirt and pants through. I dashed through the sidewalks, brushing my fellow city dwellers.

“Shit,” I cursed. I stepped in a puddle that was deeper than it looked. My brown loafers and socks were soaked and I felt the unnervingly warm rainwater coat my skin. I hated the feeling of wet clothes sticking to my skin.

I attempted to walk more briskly, avoiding the biggest puddles and making do with the smaller ones. I used to love the rain and the smell of the pavement. But it’s nothing but memories that linger like bad perfume only reserved for someone special.

Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I forced myself to think about tossing a raincoat or a small umbrella in my travel tote.

The rain, despite its former romantic qualities, is something of an annoyance when you’re not getting kissed and swept off your feet. ****

After I found new, dry socks I decided to change up my week a bit. Usually, Wednesdays were leftover days. That meant my dinner would consist of meals left over in the refrigerator from Monday and Tuesday. Something told me that I was craving Tandoori Chicken from the small place around the corner.

I called the order in, getting enough for lunch the next day, and decided to leave a little early to go to the coffee shop next door. I must have thought if I was already treating myself, I might as well splurge for an iced vanilla latte while I waited.

Sitting there, towards the back of the shop, was someone I never thought I’d see again. Which was probably a little naive of me, considering he lived within walking distance as well. In fact, this was our favorite coffee place back when it was a bookstore as well.

I didn’t have enough time to duck out without my coffee before Spencer saw me. And to say saw me would be putting it lightly. I’ve been looked at before, maybe even leered at. But nothing will ever top the way that that man looks at me. There was a certain hunger in his eyes that morphed into a wistful sadness that made me yearn for the old days.

“It’s you,” Spencer’s voice was hollow in the otherwise busy store. Knowing he’ll always get the best of me, I walked toward him without a second thought.

“So how have you been?” I asked, wondering if sitting here with Spencer was a mistake. He seemed hesitant to answer the question and immediately I regretted the question. “You don’t have to answer that. It was stupid of me to ask. Penny told me what happened,”

“I–I’m better,” Spencer said with a smile that looked forced. His hair was longer than I've ever seen before and he wore a suit. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him wear a suit, safe for maybe the time we went to his work’s annual New Year’s Party, but I’m pretty sure that was a tux. Whatever it was, he certainly looked dashing in it. Like he did now. “I’m healing. My therapist says I’m on what she calls a road to recovery. It takes time,”

“That’s good, Spencer. That’s really good,”

“Yeah,” he mumbled. “So how about you? Is Clemmie still stealing the sunlight?”

I laughed. The light sound the first noise of pure joy I released in a while. Of course he asked about my cat. My cat who adored him. I’m pretty sure that when we broke up, Clementine was slightly more heartbroken than myself.

I grabbed the chair facing Spencer, wondering if he’ll give me a cue that it’s okay to chat. I wasn’t sure where it would lead, or if I wanted it to lead anywhere. But part of me wanted to see if it would.

“Clemmie is good. She misses you of course…We both do,” I said, deciding that that was an okay thing to admit to Spencer. It was true, I still missed him. But it was a half truth. I missed him and loved him. Still.

Silence fell between us, like it used to. But back then it was filled with sweet kisses and soft touches and long stares. Now it’s stuffed to the brim with awkward glances and unsaid words and silent looks.

“Do you remember that night when I came home all…hurt? It was the time when you told me to write it all down. Because my heart was too good to bear it all, all the time. I still do that, you know?”

To say I was touched would be putting it lightly. Spencer’s eyes shifted from my face to my hands. I allowed my mind to venture about what he could be thinking about. His smile confirmed my suspicions and allowed my dreams to take flight.

“Somewhere along the line, it turned into letters. Most are addressed to you,” Spencer admitted. “I carry them with me. As reminders.”

I nodded. Words never seemed to do Spencer justice. Words could never quite capture exactly how he made me feel, how stunningly handsome and beautiful he was. And it was a sin to try. It must be sacrilegious or something. I guess, looking at Spencer even now, I understood how love could make people crazy.

“I’m glad it helped,” I said, finally deciding to bite the metaphorical bullet and sit with Spencer.

“I really loved you,” Spencer said, addressing the elephant in the room.

“I know–”

“You told me you loved me–”

“I know–”

“Why did you go away? I mean, I know why. God, do I know why, now? I mean…You were it for me. You still are, I’m afraid to admit. We could have worked it out. We could have–” He said. He sounded so unsure.

“It’s okay, Spencer. I don’t regret it. Actually, maybe I do. I’m not. Maybe I regret ending it the way I did. Hurting you. Hurting me. I was just scared. Terrified. Of you leaving me,”

“So you left me. And let me watch your life in pictures,” Spencer said, curt with tension. “You know, I used to watch you sleep. You were always so stunning when you slept,”

“Spence,” I was crying by then. It was his name, the name forever on my lips, that did me in. “I planned on marrying you. I planned on having a cute house filled with books and cats and farmer’s market vegetables and fruits and overpriced homemade ice cream. But what I didn’t plan on was burying you before we got that. I didn’t want to be cheated out on life by you dying on me in some undoubtedly heroic way. It may have been the wrong choice. The selfish choice. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t send you away all the time wondering if you’d live or die,”

The air between us smelt like brown sugar and coffee. The machines hummed in the background and customers clamored away on their laptops, uncaring about our conversation. I stared at my neglected coffee and uneaten pastry. It was a strawberry scone, a liking picked up when Spencer and I were together. There’s so much of me, and of him, that’s indescribable. We’re like a patchwork quilt of two lives. You can see the parts that are clearly me and the parts that are clearly him, but there’s places where it’s impossible to tell. It’s strawberry scones for me and hazelnut coffee for Spencer.

“I would have left for you,” Spencer said. I wondered if he was saying it more to himself or to me. “I would have done anything for you. Anything to be with you, Y/N,”

I hadn’t heard my name from him in years. I sounded raspier, heartier than it ever did. I didn’t want to think about the things that happened to him that caused that sweetness in his voice to dry up.

“I couldn’t be the reason you left the thing that you loved, Spencer. God, you’re brilliant. You’re probably the smartest person alive. Don’t give me that look. I can still compliment you. You could do anything. But you chose to do that? God, I would have been so selfish to try to peel you away from that,”

“You were the thing I loved,” Spencer countered. His hands formed fists that hovered above the small table we shared. His hazelnut coffee wafted in the air. He looked across the room and gulped, “You’re the one I’ve always loved, Y/N,”

My tears were salty and stung. I tried to wipe them away with the napkins that the coffee shop had. But they were already covered in condensation from my vanilla latte, so they practically disintegrated in my hands.

“Here,” Spencer said, handing me his dry napkin. I mumbled a thanks and mopped up my face. “Somehow you’re still the most gorgeous person, even when you’re crying. I don’t know if it’s inappropriate for me to say things like that. But frankly, I don’t give a damn,”

Spencer’s newfound boldness earned a chuckle. He smiled, perhaps appreciating the friendlier response.

“Do you ever think about how different it could have been? You know if you worked in a lab or something curing–”

“Schizophrenia. Or at least treating it. Or maybe cancer if I got bored of that,” Spencer interrupted.

“So you’ve thought about it? You would have been so cute in those goggles.” I offered. I sat back, leaning against the uncomfortable metal chair. Spencer straightened up his seat. “What else did you imagine?”

“A nice house like you pictured. With lots of sunlight for the cats and for us to read on Sundays. Near a farmer’s market. Near JJ and Will.

“–And an extra bedroom for Penelope,”

“If that’s what you want, I’ll do it for you,” Spencer said. I was sure he was teasing, yet my heart jumped out of my chest into what I wished was his waiting arms.

“What if it is what I want?” I asked, knowing I was putting myself out there only to get stuck in the crossfire.

“Like I said, Y/N. I’d do just about anything for you. With you. In a fucking heartbeat,”

“I never stopped loving you, Spencer,” I said, finally reaching across the table and holding his hand. He squeezed it tight and held it firmly.

Fighting, with true love, is a lot like boxing without gloves. I’d be the first to admit that I don’t know much about sports. And Spencer probably knows less. But what I do know is that it would hurt. I could look back at us, at the way we came together, at the way we feel about and ruminate on all my missteps and mistakes.

Or, I could let it all go. I could let the water that drenched my socks and sweater finally wash away the things I regret, leaving only the little flicker of hope that remains. I can step into the daylight and let it all go. Or at least try.

And it might all be before it in the end.

**** @reidslovely @reidsbookclub @spencerreidat3am @fightingdragonswithreid @hotchandspencearedilfs @sadgirlml @goldentournesol @spencerslibrary @foxy-eva @reidselle @paperbackprettyboy @sleepyspencer @justlivinginadaydream @tragiclilb @reidsmilf @mrs-dr-reid @reidslibrarybook

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Spring 2021 anime overview: Quick Takes

Now for my Spring 2021 anime thoughts! I’ve decided from now on if a season’s like, 20- to-24 episodes I’m just going to wait ‘til it’s done to review it unless I feels super passionately, so though I watched To Your Eternity (it’s good!) and MHA (eh), I’ll comment on them next time. Also, for the record, I watched the first eight eps of Joran: Princess and Snow of Blood but I dropped it because it had clearly crossed the line from entertainingly dumb to boring dumb.

I will probably give Supercub and some other stuff a shot later, this was a stacked season! May give updates on all that later, but this is what I have for now.

ODDTAXI

Quick Summary: A mild mannered middle-aged walrus taxi driver is drawn into a case involving a missing girl, yakuza, Youtube clout-chasers, manzai comedians and idols with big secrets.

It’s rare to walk away from media and be like “that is a singular experience I will definitely never see repeated again” but ODDTAXI is definitely one of those. A tense noir thriller murder mystery starring cartoon animals that spends an entire episode detailing the one (cat)man’s very fall into darkness triggered by addiction to gacha games and an online auction for a novelty eraser? Also there’s a porcupine Yakuza who speaks entirely in rap? Also there’s tons of meandering conversations about stuff like manzai comedy and the struggle to go viral on Twitter?

Admittedly, I had a hard time getting into the first episode, the dry meandering humor not being enough to hold my attention while I was sitting still, but once I watched this while I was working out at the end of the season, I found it an easy binge. A ton of characters with dark secrets or dangerous ambitions, each with their own part to play in a tableau of intersecting events- and it all actually comes together really well.(As for the female characters, it’s a pretty dude driven story, but they do get nuanced characterization and even some good heroic moments from one of them.)

It’s a great example of a carefully planned narrative paying off, with all the twists appropriately seeded and foreshadowed to reward viewers who paid attention. Even when it ended on a perfect “OH SHIT” moment and denied me closure, I couldn’t help but respect it. If you that all sounds interesting to you, definitely check out the first couple episodes and see if you like it- you’re likely to have a memorable, satisfying experience!

Shadows House

Quick Summary: Emilyko is a ‘living doll’ who’s told she was created to act as the ‘face’ of her shadow master, Kate. The shadows and their ‘dolls’ all reside on the mansion and are required to pass a ‘debut’ to prove they’re a good pairing. If they don’t pass, they might be disposed of. And so the mystery of the Shadow mansion grows...

This slice of gothic intrigue was my favorite of the season, tied with ODDTAXI. With an interesting premise, slightly tense undertones and a strong focus on character building and relationships, it kept me hooked the whole way through. And for any squeamish fans put off by the hype about it, don’t worry, while there are some suspenseful elements, I wouldn’t qualify it as horror. I thought the relationship between Kate and Emilyko might end up being a completely sinister one, but it’s thankfully a lot more complex than that and it’s really interesting to follow how both their characters and relationship grow. The focus of the show is, unsurprisingly, on the “dolls” slowly discovering their autonomy and personhood as they struggle under the rigid system imposed on them by the mysterious elders of this weird Victorian mansion. Can they develop a more equitable relationship with their shadow “masters” (who are also shown to suffer under this system)? There’s a lot to dig into there, and the show has the characters develop through learning to understand and appreciate each other, which is pretty heartwarming. Our hero, Emilyko, is the typical plucky ball of sunshine (they even nickname her sunshine), but she’s also shown to be clever in her own off-the-wall way and she bounces off the far more subdued and cynical Kate well, not to mention the other ‘dolls’ she ends up befriending.

What’s more, the show spends plenty of time to developing several other character pairings and combinations, and they all have their own interesting dynamic that makes you want to see more of them. Same-gender bonds are at the forefront of this show, and many of them are ripe for queer readings (I definitely appreciated the healthy helping of ladies carrying ladies), but even outside that it’s nice to see a show where a strong, complex bond between girls is at the forefront. My only real complaints about the show are the anime original ending is noticeably a bit rushed (though it’s not too bad, and leaves room for a season 2) and I wish the animation used the whole “shadow” theme more strikingly (like the opening and endings do)- instead the colors are a bit washed out which makes the shadows blend into the background sometimes. The “debut” arc also drags a bit in places, but it makes up for it by having a lot of good character integration.

I hope to check out the (full color)! manga soon and see more of this quirky, shadowy story. There’s some physical abuse depicted, sad things happening to characters and naturally the whole “oppressive familial system” thing, but otherwise not much I can think of to warn about. I give this one a big rec, especially If you’re a fan of gothic fairytales and stories of self discovery.

Zombie Land Saga Revenge

Quickest summary: In this sequel season, everyone’s favorite zombie idol group must claw their way back into prominence after a disastrous show- the fate of the Saga prefecture LITERALLY depends on it!

This was a fun follow-up to the first season- if you liked the first zombie-girl romp, you’ll probably enjoy this one. In fact, there were a couple areas it improved on- namely, Kotaro failed, ate crow and embarrassed himself a lot more this season, which made him more likeable (as did the fact the girls gained a lot of independence from him). This season also shed more light on what the ‘goal’ of this zombie raising project is and what kind of shit Kotaro got involved with to make this happen, and it’s appropriately off-the-wall and ridiculous. We finally got some backstory for Yugiri too! I wish it had focused on more of her interiority, but she got to be a badass in it, and it was a treat to see this zombie idol show turn into a period piece for a couple episodes (also her song ruled).

Tae also got a cute focus episode and there was a particular SMASHING performance early on! Also That revelation last season that had the potential to turn creepy hasn’t yet, and hopefully never will. The finale was heartwarming with big hints of more drama to come- I’m definitely down for more zombie hijinks!

Vivy: Flourite Eye’s Song

Quickest Summary: A songstress AI named DIVA (nicknamed Vivy) is approached by another AI named Matsumoto, who says he’s from the future and they must work together to prevent AI exterminating all of humankind 100 years from now.

This show is absolutely gorgeous visually with some really nice action scenes, but when it comes to the story my feelings basically amount to a shrug. It’s fine! I guess! Vivy starts out as an interesting layered character- and I guess still is by the end- with her stoic but stubborn determination bouncing off her fast-talking bossy partner Matsumoto well. She never listens to him, which is delightful. The way the show took place over the course of 100 years was an interesting conceit as well. However, it bought up a lot of themes and then sort of... dropped them. For instance, Vivy interprets her mission (PRIME DIRECTIVE if you will) as protecting humans at all costs, no matter how destructive said humans are or what their fate is supposed to be, and is perfectly willing to murder her fellow androids to do this, showing she inherently thinks of androids (herself and her own people!) as less worthy. Which is a little alarming! There’s a very dramatic point in the show where they bring this up as a potential conflict for her character but then it’s sort of...dropped. Pretty much.

Actually, despite the premise, the show doesn’t dip into the “AI rights” as much as you think it would with the main theme being more about Vivy’s search to find her own creativity and discover what it means to ‘pour your heart into something’. Vivy herself doesn’t actually care if she has rights or anything. Which is in some ways fine, because ‘AI as an oppressed class’ has been done to death, but IT’S ALSO KIND OF IN THE PREMISE, so that means that the show just shrugs really hard at a lot of the questions it brings up basically just going “humans and AI should work together probably” and that’s it. There’s a lot that feels underexplored. The antagonists in the show also either have motivations that don’t really make sense or have boring hackneyed motivations. In the finale in particular, it feels like a lot of things happen “just because” and it falls a little flat.

I also have to warn that one of the arcs focus on a robot ‘pairing’ where the dude-coded robots actions toward his partner are straight up awful and rob her of her autonomy, but it’s played like a tragic love story. I suppose you could read it differently too, but it definitely made me go ‘ew’ the story seemed to want me to sympathize with this robo dude,

Overall, I wouldn’t anti-recommend this show, it’s an all right little sci-fic romp (and definitely SUPER pretty). My favorite element was definitely the episodes where Vivy develops an entirely new (an loveable) personality, because it played with the idea of of an AI getting “rebooted” really well and interplay between her two “selves” was done really well. But there are a lot of other parts of the show that just feel...a little underexplored and empty, making me have an ‘eh’ feeling on the show overall. It’s definitely an ambitious project, and while it didn’t quite stick the landing, there’s something to be said for a show that shoots for the stars and falls short over a show that just languishes in mediocrity.

Fruits Basket The Final

Quick summary: The final season of that dramatic drama about that weird family with a zodiac curse and the girl who loves them.

It’s very weird that after not cutting a lot out, they kinda sped through some material for, you know, the finale. I guess they thought they couldn’t stretch this final arc to 26 episodes? Or weren’t cleared for another double cour? However, though there were a couple places that felt awkward, despite being a bit condensed it mostly held together pretty well for a D R A M A T I C and ultimately heartwarming conclusion. I was really disappointed they kept the part where Ritsu cut their hair for the ‘happy ending’, I thought their intro episode not showing them in men’s clothes meant the anime had decided their presentation didn’t need to be “fixed” but WELL I GUESS NOT. That was the only big upset for me though, otherwise the adaptation went about how I expected, sticking to the source material. Furuba has a lot of bumps, from weird age gap stuff to ...gender, but it also has a lot of important feels and great character arcs. It was a gateway shoujo for many and has its important place in animanga history, so I’m glad it finally got a shiny, full adaptation.

#anime overview #spring 2021 anime #shadows house #oddtaxi #zombie land saga #fruits basket #vivy: fluorite eye's song #zombie land saga revenge #fruits basket the final #anime #my reviews #long post

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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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i ment dominick im so sorry!

Oh!

Alright boo, sorry for the misunderstanding! I was afraid I was missing something or that I forgot one of my own character's names

👉🏻👈🏻

A headcanon for Dominick would be easier for me to write for- But because you said just Dominick I believe I could do for both Real and "Other" Dominick.

I think it would be more fun!

TW/Tags: in case any of you are confused [🖤🧵✂️] // this is basically just general headcanons // eh, the lore is wonky // feeling awful sorry // not as in-depth as I wish it was, sorry //

I suppose this is going to be just general headcanons, boo [Yandere!Coraline OCS x Reader - Headcanon]:

→❤️Real Dominick🌲:

A chill dude for the most part. Although containing some unresolved abandonment issues, he tries to act as nothing is bothering him for "the sake of others". At least that's what he tells himself every time.

Dominick tries his best to be a peacemaker amongst the group, but even he can't deny that this is a tiring job that doesn't end up being fruitful for most of the time.

Dominick is just as touch-starved as he is dependent on others, the thought of living on his own and not being able to at least see his loved ones for a long period of time drives him insane. He really wants to seem emotionally strong and confident, but deep down he is aware that one day he'll have to open up about how he really feels.

He has met Richard and Vivian a lot sooner than you did, but honestly he doesn't know how he has become their friends in the first place. He always felt very distant from them, granted that he met them at a time of need, when he felt vulnerable for having no friends to be with, but also because of how different their personalities were to each other.

Don't get him wrong, he really likes them, he really does! He just doesn't vibe with them as hard as he wishes he could, but he knows that it would be impossible considering how they were literally glued on each other- He knew about them dating or at least liking each other way before you came into the scene.

Or more accurately, you came BACK into the scene. How oddly coincidental, you know his friends but you don't know they're friends with him, or if you did, you just tried to ignore it to this day. Now that you two live together, it would be very hard to ignore your presence.

He thinks you want nothing to do with him, nothing at all- So if you ever actually try to be more friendly with him he won't really see it as a good thing- You had ignored him for twelve years, and suddenly you two are, well, here!

His mind keeps making him feel terrible about himself, keeps making feel odd and awkward about your relationship- Or lack thereof. You look so different but act like the same as what he used to know you for, so anxious and so awkward with everything and everyone but still trying their best to be social.

He changed so much in comparison, from a sickly frail little boy looking for someone to be his protective shield, to a man way too big for his own good- His appearance although being ideal to him, makes it harder for him to interact with others who find him frightening.

Real Dominick would take a lot longer to actually fall in love with you again, considering that his old crush on you has turned more into a scar instead of a good old memory, but when he reopens that wounds to receive new ones, I hope you'll be ready for a awkward gentle giant having a awkward crush on you, while also having a couple of breakdowns where he blames you for causing him to feel this way, how neat!

→🖤Other Dominick🧵 (Male Beldam):

Other Dominick true personality is as foreign to others as it is to himself, as he had forgotten who he was and where he came from a long time ago.

Dominick is 100% not his real name, but it's not like he remembers what he used to be called by originally, although two names seem to stand out amongst the others- Dominick and Ernest.

Being called Dominick is- Not exactly the best for him. It feels almost annoying, as if it was an annoying name, something he should never be called as. Ernest on the other hand, feels- Fitting, but extremely depressing. So as much as being called "Other Dominick" may be a very annoying name for him, being called Ernest feels like being stabbed in the gut, so it's kinda obvious which is the best in this situation.

He doesn't know why being called Ernest gives him so much anxiety, and he doesn't remember what significance this name could have to him and his past life. Other Dominick has used so many different faces and names, just to lure the naive and desperate to his deadly embrace, yet he can barely remember the name of the fools he had attracted to his fabricated lie.

Maybe you're just a recent case, a new "fool" that found their way into his house without permission, and by doing so he has all the right to trap you in his web- After all, you're the intruder here, right? Yet oddly enough, you don't really feel like the others who had come here, you have sparked interest in his empty heart.

He notices that the energy that comes from you is a lot more satisfying than the others, at least for now, you have been able to subconsciously feed him for a longer period than the others, and by doing so he is more willing to let you live for longer, at least until you start to not love him as much, or start to test his patience beyond his limit.

His true form looks nothing like the "Dominick" you so lovingly looks up to, he may be just as tall, but he is much more thinner than the original, his long arms reminding you more of a death trap than a warm embrace. Not that he won't be gentle with you, for now.

Oddly enough, he doesn't take much to fall for you as much as Dominick does- The loneliness that he is accustomed with is not exactly the healthiest lifestyle for himself, so don't be surprised if he is already mixing his own hunger for attention to his very real hunger for naive hearts like yours.

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Hello everyone, is good to see y'all again.

I've been away because of school work and family issues, and I can't lie that it has gone a bit more crazier this last few days. I went through a breakup and I'm currently struggling with the aftereffects of it-

I'm really sorry for the long wait, and for always closing the inbox out of nowhere, but I'm afraid to say this will probably keep happening a lot, I still need to take care of so many things-

Anyway, is good to see y'all again!

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Top 5 Character Deaths That Made Me Side-Eye the Writers

There are a lot of character deaths in TWDG... obviously. It a series about the literal dead walkin’ around and eating people, so as you’re playing, one of your favorite characters is bound to meet such a fate. To give this series credit, it does have quite a few well-executed deaths that, while I hate them, they have a purpose in the story that works.

The best example of this is Lee’s death-- we all hate that Lee dies, but it’s well-done. It serves its purpose, it acted as both a shock and a slow-burn for the player, and left us all an emotional mess.

However, we’re not talking about the “good” deaths today. No, we’re talking about the character deaths that are poorly executed, cheap, lazy, and just plain dumb... they’re the deaths that make me side-eye the writing team and wonder what the fuck happened there.

By the way, it was reeeeeeal fun narrowing it down to only five deaths, because it seems like for every great death, there’s at least two bad ones.

5. Mariana and her death that ruined ANF’s potential story

I’ve talked at length about Mariana’s death and how much I hate it. Like, I get it TWDG... you love your sudden deaths and you’re so edgy for killing off a child character because you’ve never done that before... but maybe consider things a little further before pulling the trigger?

Yeah, killing off Mariana the way they did got a reaction outta people when it happened, and we got the burial scene if you stayed with Clementine... but you didn’t consider the future of this storyline? You pretend you did by name dropping Mari when it’s convenient, but then throw it out the window when it comes to characters like David or Gabe.

Listen, I know that ANF is a mess and what’s the point in telling the mess that it’s a mess? Well, I’m still annoyed at the writers for wasting the biggest opportunity for this game’s story, something that could’ve saved it from being a mess.

And I get it, you gotta make a death quota, so instead of killing Mariana off... why not kill Kate off instead? Oh no? We don’t get the stupid love triangle that no one actually enjoys or is engaged in?

Instead of this dumb story about Javi falling in love with his sister-in-law but oh no David’s back.... we could’ve had a story about Javi losing Kate and being left to care for two children by himself. Mariana and Gabe are all he has left, and he going to do whatever he can to keep them safe all while the three of them are mourning Kate.

Then David comes back, and he immediately takes these kids away from Javi.

There is no stupid storyline with Kate, but an actual conflict between two brothers who were never on the same page and two kids caught in the middle.

Plus, Mariana herself as a character really could’ve brought something to the table. She could’ve brought out a lot in David’s character since she seems to be more like Javi.

Her death is just... annoying. It’s frustrating when you know they could’ve told a better story with her alive, something ANF desperately needed.

My side-eye is one of disappointment and annoyance.

4.Luke and his easily preventable drowning

Ugh.... where to even begin?

Luke really just gets butchered as a character throughout the second half of S2, and the writers end up demolishing the set up they placed at the beginning of the season for a Luke vs Kenny thing.

Why? Well, Luke vs Kenny was the initial ending they were gonna go with, but because this season went through all kinds of bullshit, they scrapped that and replaced Luke with Jane... and it’s so dumb.

Hell, it kind of ruins a lot. Not only did it ruin Luke, a character that many players loved, but it forces the new character of Jane, who we only get two episodes to get to know, so they can fade Luke out.

But that’s not all.

His death is so... ugh. It’s stupid, okay? Stupid and easily preventable, but noooo... we gotta kill Luke off for reasons because all we know is that S1 killed off a lot of characters and we’re gonna do that again but worse because we failed to understand what made those deaths impactful in the first place.

Lots of character death and despair = good game.

Yep, uh-huh. Okay.

So we all know that Luke’s leg is hurt, yeah? Great, so you’d think that the group that has an injured man and a new born baby would be extra cautious and go around the frozen lake. Yeah, Arvo says that it’s safe but let’s not take any chances.

But no. We gotta go across like a group of dingdongs and whattya know-- the ice begins to crack beneath Luke’s feet. Now, even here, we coulda got him outta there safely... if Bonnie wasn’t a dingus.

Think about it. If we shot the walkers who were coming towards Luke with all their weight, he could’ve slowly scooted away, even if he’s already fallen through. BUT NO. Bonnie either guilts Clementine into going towards him, adding more weight to the already fragile ice as Luke tells her to stop, or Bonnie will go over there herself... and she’s a full grown woman soooo her weight breaks the ice.

Good job, you dipsticks.

When you have to make your characters into morons in order to move the plot along and kill off characters....maybe do some rethinking, yeah?

3. Mitch and his shock-value death

This death is so dumb... so incredibly, dumb. Even now, I can’t help but give full side-eye to the writers every time one of them tries to justify this death.

I’m sorry, but this death didn’t have the impact you wanted it to have. And because there’s always someone who says, “Mitch didn’t die for shock value, you just can’t tell the difference between a good and bad death” lemme tell you a thing.

What was the point of killing of Mitch? Well, according to those who worked on TFS, it was to show that Lilly and the delta are serious. This is when shit gets real, and when Lilly is established as a bad bitch who will do whatever it takes to get what she wants. We should be scared of her now.

Except no.

This scene doesn’t tell me that Lilly is a bad bitch. It tells me that she has good reflexes, and going off her reaction after killing Mitch.... I’m not fucking scared of this dumbass. If anything, this scene says more about Mitch than it does Lilly. It says that Mitch is also a dumbass for running at her like he did.

Y’know what would’ve been more impactful? If Mitch didn’t immediately get stabbed in the throat, but instead, actually got her on the ground and struggled with Lilly. Then, Lilly gets the upper hand and when you think she’s about to send Mitch to the cart, she fucking murders him in front of everyone to prove a point.

There’s no remorse, it’s slow enough for Lilly to actually process what’s happening and show that she does know what she’s doing. That would scare me. That would show me that these people aren’t fucking around and they’re willing to kill some of them if that means getting the rest for their army.

You still get your shock value death but it actually does something other than kill a character off.

I’m really supposed to believe this is the same Lilly who can order to have Louis’ tongue cut off?

But it doesn’t end there. No, no... there’s another part to Mitch’s death that annoys me, and it’s how insistent everyone was that his death is going to have a greater impact on the second half of the story. It had a purpose within the story, we did it for a reason.

...I mean, it has an impact on Willy and his arc for the second half.

But that’s it.

Oh... oh, what’s that? Oh, you were referring to those throwaway lines about Tenn? “He was screwing up again, just like when he got Mitch killed.”

OOOOOH.... I see, that’s what Mitch’s death was really amounting to... some lines dealing with whether or not AJ shot Tenn. Well, I guess I was wrong. Mitch’s death wasn’t just shock value. It really had a big purpose. In fact, Mitch’s death has the biggest impact on the series. Fuck Marlon and Brody’s deaths, and Lilly and James, and hell, fuck Tenn’s death, too. They’re meaningless compared to Mitch’s death. You did it, guys. You really did it.

....Okay, I’m done. I’m just... salty, I fully admit.

Being serious again, Mitch’s death is probably the worst in TFS as far as unpreventable deaths go and the real reason I side-eye the writers is because they tried to tell us it was going to have this huge impact in the future and it just... didn’t.

2. Nick and his offscreen death.

I’m sorry, but what the fuck happened here? Why- what are you- how the hell did this happen??

I’m actually baffled.

Someone wrote this.

They set up at the end of ep3 that Nick is shot.... then ep4 comes and we find him like this. I just... did someone on the writing staff not wanna do their job that day? Someone was working on the story and at the last minute forgot Nick was a character, so they were like “Eh, he’s not important anyway, and it adds to the shittiness of everything so we’ll pretend this was 100% intentional.”

Nick was one of your more interesting characters and you really thought killing him off like this was the way to go, huh?

Like, his first death is shitty, but in the very least it kind of makes sense.

But this?

This is horrible. If I wrote this, I’d be embarrassed.

I just... I’m so tired of S2 right now.

This is at #2 because it’s just lazy, bad writing. At least with Luke, Mitch, and Mariana, we got to see their deaths and they had some, even if just a little, impact on the story afterward.

But Nick?

Nothin’.

Even Luke, who is the closest person to Nick, name drops him maybe twice? It’s just.... nothing.

And yeah, you can come at me with the “oh well not every death has to have meaning!”

This is a story, okay? This is a story crafted with characters who have arcs by people who wanted it to be a success, and usually that means having satisfying conclusions.... or, intentionally unsatisfying if that acts as a natural conclusion to their story or is a reoccurring theme.

Nick’s death is just the writers falling flat on their faces and hoping no one would notice.

1. Sarah and both of her shitty deaths.

Ugh. UGH.

Okay.

I’m not even side-eyeing anymore-- I’m fully glaring.

I don’t have to tell you how shitty both of Sarah’s deaths are. We all played S2, we all know that no matter what you do, Sarah dies in ep4. You can try to save her, she lives a little bit longer, and then falls to her death... and both deaths have her being devoured alive by walkers.

Now, this is enough to annoy me. First off, I guess my choices don’t really matter. Sure, you can justify this as one of those “sometimes you can’t save someone, no matter how hard you try” ...and fine. Sure, if they had bothered to execute that point well, then great.

But I disagree that the writers had that in mind when they were killing Sarah off.

In fact, I know what what going on in their brains-- “God, can’t wait to kill Sarah off! Give us any reason to do it! She’s so damn annoying!”

The writers have openly admitted that a lot of the team were just waiting to kill Sarah off, waiting for any reason, so when the major part of the community who take everything at surface level because why think? kept complaining about Sarah, they jumped on the opportunity to kill her off.... but the deaths are dumb.

Listen, this isn’t like when the writers planned on killing Lee off. You can plan a death and even be excited about it because you’re excited about the story and execution of it all. You can be excited to see the heartbreaking end of this character’s story that you crafted because you know you put everything you had into it.

These deaths were lazy and the product of a team who didn’t care about the character. Sarah dies and no one cares.

Sure, you leave her to die the first time and Jane does her thing about how you can’t save everyone, she talks about Jaime, and then Luke exposes himself as the fake Luke by agreeing that leaving Sarah behind was probably the right thing. Like what?

Now as much as I hate that first one, the second one is even worse.

For some reason, Sarah is standing in the corner while they’re trying to fight off the walkers instead of being inside with Rebecca... y’know, where she would be if this was logical.

Then the deck breaks and Sarah falls, trapped under a pile of wood. Jane, despite being the one who sees Sarah as a liability, goes down there to try and help her after Clementine begs her to.

But because the writers don’t know what they’re doing, Jane gets hit by a random piece of wood and can’t get Sarah out in time, leaving her to be eaten alive by walkers.

Then AJ is born and no one cares about Sarah ever again.

I just....

Could’ve had an interesting story arc with a character who just lost her father in such a gruesome way, a character that already deals with anxiety and other problems that you never bothered to explain other than “she isn’t like Clementine” and you could’ve had her grow.

But I guess that would’ve taken effort.... and screen time away from Kenny, and god forbid we ever do that.

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Honorable Mentions

-Ava falling to her death in the most comedic way possible, made even more hilarious by David’s two seconds of mourning. -Omid.... because hope is dead. Do you get it? Hope? is dead? Because Omid means hope? Do you get it?? -Honestly you could put most of S2′s deaths on this list because oh my god. -Ben because I’m still a salty bitch. -I also wanna add Louis and Violet’s deaths on the bridge mostly because they die, Clem is sad for two seconds, Tenn says sorry, and then no one cares. Yeah, yeah, they mourned off screen and I call that lazy bullshit. -Hell, throw Tenn’s death on here, too, for similar reasons-- no one but Louis/Violet and AJ seem to care. Even Clementine is like “whatever” after it happens.

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Y’know, picking this one seemed like a good idea at the time, but by now I’m just annoyed by all these dumb deaths. So, what are your thoughts? Are there any deaths that make you question the writers that didn’t end up on the list? Do you agree or disagree with my list? Lemme know, we can have a friendly discussion about it.

Have any suggestions for future T5F’s? Feel free to send ‘em in! :D

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Next week’s T5F Top 5 Favorite Louis Moments

#twdg t5f #twdg clementine #twdg javier #twdg kate #twdg mariana #twdg gabe #twdg david #twdg luke #twdg jane #twdg kenny #twdg nick #twdg sarah #twdg mitch #twdg willy #twdg louis #twdg violet #twdg tenn #after this i need to talk about muh boy #louis content coming next friday

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obeyme-kaidii-writes · 4 years

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Mammon x ace gn!MC x ace!Leviathan

Words - 12,000ish (total)

Content warnings - angst, some internalized acephobia, insecurity, polyamory, asexual relationship, lots of cuddles and fluff and comfort

NOTE - Mammon and MC have a 100% consensual sexual relationship. No details beyond that are given.

Prompt/inspiration - a new take on my existing headcanons and previous stories

Summary - One day you suggest a polyamorous relationship with Levi to Mammon, and he loses his cool. Will Mammon be able to make things right? And will Levi ever get a chance to tell you how he feels?

[ AO3 | Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 ]

You and Mammon were practically inseparable.

From your first day in the Devildom it seemed, the two of you were always together. Of course, those first few weeks weren’t exactly while you were on the best of terms with each other. But soon your choice to spend time together came from a genuine interest in one another. And after awhile, you both had even fallen in love.

You just fit so well together. You shared a similar sense of humor, you enjoyed the same sorts of movies, you both even had a mutual love of spicy food. Physically, you felt the two of you were quite compatible as well. You loved how good he was at taking care of you, and nothing made him happier than having you shower him in affection and praise. And sure, his sex drive was definitely higher than yours, but you both were figuring things out and making it work.

Mammon wasn’t the only brother you were getting close to, however. While you enjoyed cooking with Beel and swapping book recommendations with Satan, your time with Levi in particular was special to you. He always had a way of helping you relax, and his desire to stay in the comfort of his room gave you an excellent place to unwind and decompress. Despite the fact he could barely contain himself when speaking about one of his special interests, he typically kept to himself when immersed in whatever activity had caught his attention in that moment, which made him excellent company when you needed peace and quiet.

For the longest time, you thought friendship was all you wanted from Leviathan. And Levi made it pretty clear on numerous occasions that he considered you his best friend and nothing more. Well, at least that’s what he said. In the past few weeks you had caught him staring at you more than once in a way that was reminiscent of the love struck look Mammon often got when he didn’t think you were looking either.

You had heard from Asmodeus pretty early on in your stay that monogamy wasn’t the usual practice for demons. He had made sure you were well acquainted with certain aspects of demon relationships, partly to gauge your interest, and partly to stop you from inadvertently making a move on a random demon at RAD. You and Mammon had never talked specifically about the idea of an open or polyamorous relationship, and you got the dinstinct impression that he would have trouble sharing, but the more you thought about Levi, the more you wanted to see if you could make it work with both of them.

One evening after dinner, you were relaxing in Mammon’s room, doing nothing in particular. He was reading some magazine about Devildom fashions (and where to buy them), and you were reclined with your head in his lap as you scrolled through Devilgram.

“Got somethin’ you wanna say?” Mammon finally asked with a light blush on his cheeks. Apparently you had been staring at him for the past few minutes and it was making him a bit self conscious.

“Wha? Oh, sorry,” you replied, giving him a soft smile before you nuzzled against his leg. You looked up at him again, only to find that he was now attempting to hide his face behind the pages of his magazine, hoping you wouldn’t catch sight of the smile that was tugging at his lips.

“Hey, Mammon. Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah sure,” he was glad to have something to talk about that he could distract himself with.

“What do you think of polyamory?” you asked, raising one of your hands to comb through what you could reach of his hair. You just loved how soft it was, and it had quickly become a habit whenever you two were talking that you would run your fingers through it as you were doing now.

“Eh? I dunno. Why?” Mammon sat his magazine down to give you his full attention. This was definitely an odd conversation topic, if there ever was one. He thought maybe Satan had given you some weird book recently, because it never would have occurred to him what you were about to ask.

“Well...I was wondering if you’d be open to trying something like that…?”

“Pfft, like you’d need anyone else with the Great Mammon to keep ya company!” he teased with a cocky grin. It was simple - there was no reason for you to be close to anyone else like that, because he was so good at making you happy...right?

“Oh,” you tried to shrug it off and turn your attention back to your DDD. This wasn’t how you had hoped this conversation would go, though you weren’t sure exactly how you had hoped it would go either.

But Mammon noticed the look on your face, and a small seed of doubt had started to take root in his heart. Just a tiny twinge of pain. The thought of you being any less than satisfied with him was one he spent a considerable amount of effort avoiding, but now it was creeping up on him.

“Why? Didya have someone in mind?”

He had only meant it as a joke, really. He wasn’t expecting you to answer. Or rather, he was hoping you wouldn’t. And when you didn’t respond immediately the sinking feeling in his gut only grew.

You looked up at Mammon and could see the strain in his smile. He was trying hard to look unaffected, but it was obvious to you that he wasn’t too keen on this idea. So you sat up, tucking one leg under yourself as you turned to face him on the sofa. You were having second thoughts now about bringing this up, but you knew that if you tried to back out of the conversation now, Mammon would surely only get more anxious and panicked.

“Well, I was thinking about Levi…” you answered, cautiously, carefully studying Mammon’s face as you tried to gauge his reaction. You knew he never would have entertained the idea if you had said Lucifer, but a small part of you hoped since he and Levi were pretty close, he’d be more receptive to the possibilities.

You would, of course, be wrong.

In fact, you saw the exact moment Mammon’s heart broke and his emotions shifted from insecurity, to hurt, to anger. You went to open your mouth, to try to explain, but he did not give you the opportunity.

“Him? Why wouldya wanna go out with that weeb?” he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Hey! If you don’t like the idea just say so! You don’t have to attack Levi!” you stared at Mammon, shocked at his reaction. Hurt and tears wouldn’t have surprised you, but this anger was something else and you weren’t sure where it was coming from.

“Oh so ya gonna defend him?”

“Of course I’m going to defend him. He’s my best friend,” you snapped back, your eyes narrowing.

“And what am I then? Huh?”

“Mammon, that’s…”

“What, ya got one Avatar so you thought it would be easy to snag another? Who ya gonna go after next? Lucifer?!”

SLAP

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” by now, angry tears had started to gather in your eyes, and you could feel your hands shaking, your palm still stinging from the contact, “If you don’t like the idea, fine. But don’t you dare belittle my feelings for you or your brother.”

You glared at Mammon for another moment before swiftly pushing yourself off the sofa and heading towards his door. When your hand touched the door knob you paused, giving Mammon an opportunity to take back what he said, but all that was to be heard was a deafening silence.

Without another word, you left, slamming the door behind you.

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In the days that followed, you made a point to avoid both Mammon and Levi. Even though Levi wasn’t at fault, you knew spending time with him right now would only muddy the waters further, and that was the last thing you needed. So, if you saw one of them coming, you were quick to adjust your course and head the opposite direction.

And you knew avoiding them both wasn’t exactly the mature thing to do. But you didn’t know what else to do either.

Was this it? Were you just supposed to break up with Mammon?

The memory of what he had said to you still made your heart ache whenever you thought of it, even if you knew he had been speaking from a place of hurt. You wanted to believe he didn’t really see you that way; that he knew how much you loved him, even if he didn’t know anything else, because you didn’t think you’d be able to stay with someone who thought so little of you.

So what was the alternative? Trying to talk to him again?

The thought was enough to make you laugh. You were certain that would go over like a lead balloon. It’s not like anything would have changed since the last time you had spoken to him. You still felt how you felt, and he was opposed. Which would have been fine had he been respectful about rejecting the idea. But he hadn’t, and instead lashed out at you in his typical tsundere fashion, just dialed up to 10.

You let out a sigh as you flopped on your bed, finally back in the safety of your room after an exhausting day at RAD.

Just what were you going to do?

#gn!mc #poly mc #ace!mc #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me levi #mammon x mc x levi #mammon x poly mc #levi x poly mc #obey me angst #mammon angst #levi angst #obey me comfort #mammon comfort #levi comfort #obey me fanfic #mammon fanfic #levi fanfic

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the-road-goes-ever-on86 · 3 years

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I don't know if part 3 of Fear Street is my favorite, but if not it's close! A very solid ending to the trilogy! (Ramblings below the cut)

If you watched the trailer/any clips from Part 3 before the film then I think Sarah Fier being innocent was pretty predictable, but it's still an incredibly sad yet satisfying story. Absolutely loved Sarah and Hannah together, and was honestly not mad about Sarah's initial plan to make a deal with the devil because she had nothing left and was desperate to save herself and her lover. Was it the right thing? Eh... Not really (😂), but I understand her motivation!

Sarah couldn't catch a break, could she? First she and Hannah were betrayed simply because straight white men can't take no for an answer, and everyone else easily accepted all the lies about them because of their own bias and fear and hatred of anyone different; because of what they'd been told was wrong. There was no actual proof that they'd hurt anyone, but here you've got half the town lying because they're ready to see two poor girls hang.

That's not even mentioning Solomon, and how all this started because he was tired of bad luck and wanted to prosper despite having to kill to do so.

Seeing the events of 1666 really hit home for me how much things change, but also stay the same. There are absolutely people in present day who will still look at a gay couple and think they've been tempted by the devil to sin. It's depressing. The 1666 part of the film was especially heavy, partially because of this.

What I did like about that depressing situation was Sarah sacrificing herself so Hannah could live. I have no idea why I didn't initially see that; I thought her confession was going to be that she loved Hannah (then they'd die together), but instead she took all the blame when she was at zero fault. Terribly heartbreaking and moving scene; excellent dialog in Sarah's speech! The Goodes deserve all the pain in the world, lol.

Speaking of Sheriff Goode... Thought it was going to be Will that was cursing Shadyside, so that was the big twist for me. I did think it was odd that Nick told Ziggy that he had a heavy burden to bear (which does not sound like something a future Sheriff would need to say; it isn't THAT serious), but still figured maybe he was the... Well, the good Goode? Clearly not the case, but it is interesting that he warned Ziggy... Suppose he still had feelings for her despite being a massive pile of shit.

The mayor of Sunnyvale is still alive, so I wonder if he was the one who took the book at the end? Or maybe one of their other family members? The second I saw Deena leave it I just knew it was going to come back to haunt them. Should've burned the damn thing. For my own piece of mind, Deena and Sam later went back and took the book to burn and will live happily ever after.

Love that no one major (and, well, decent) died in the 1994 part of the film! I was pretty scared for Josh for a minute, though didn't truly think he'd die. Wasn't so sure about Ziggy though; figured she might go out killing Nick, but I'm glad to be wrong. Martin was great too! His instant acceptance of the plan to kill Sheriff Goode was hilarious, as was his fear (understandable as this was some crazy shit, something horror film characters don't always acknowledge enough); I'm glad he did what had to be done and joined up with the others and didn't run away screaming. I probably would've.

The traps were great and the lighting and design in the final scenes in the mall were so visually stunning! There are some very pretty/cool looking moments in this film.

Honestly, I'm just pleased that even though the film is fairly straightforward, that it was well made, written and engaging. The cast was good, likeable characters... Overall very fun trilogy! And... Half the gays lived! 💗💗💗

Frankly, that in itself gives me some degree of happiness because Deena and Sam are so cute together, and Deena being 100% committed to saving her girl was beautiful. It was delightful to see them walk away together. (Though frankly, Sam was knocked out so many times I hope she doesn't have any permanent brain damage. If Ziggy can survive... All that in the second film... I'm just gonna assume Sam can take a fair amount of blunt force trauma to the head. Maybe Ziggy surviving had to do with Nick's wishes, but regardless... Sam will be fine.)

#Fear Street Part 3: 1666 #Fear Street spoilers #Fear Street

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allthecastlesonclouds · 3 years

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this is unfair so i'm doing multiple and you can pick/choose but: six the musical, hamilton, ok orchestra, and neotheater :D

novaaa you know i'm also indecisive (i narrowed it down to 2 tho!!)

hamilton-

favorite lyric- You and your words obsessed with your legacy/your sentences border on senseless/and you are paranoid in every paragraph/how they perceive you

favorite song- ohhh probably satisfied or who lives who dies who tells your story

the song that makes me cry- It's Quiet Uptown. i'm sorry going into that after eliza literally screams in despair is too much for my weak heart

the song that’s an absolute bop- NONSTOP! CORRUPTION'S SUCH AN OLD SONG THAT WE CAN SING ALONG IN HARMONY AND NOWHERE IS IT STRONGER THAN IN ALBANY- THIS COLONY'S ECONOMY'S INCREASINGLY STAL- oh also wait for it

the song i most dislike/least love- unsurprisingly to no-one, say no to this

neotheater-

favorite lyric- i had to narrow this down so. much. holy cow. it's still so long though i'm so sorry

I gotta go so much bigger/so everybody's proud of me/Welcome to the Neotheater/won't everybody take their seats?/And I'll be next up forever/cause I don't know what's coming next/I know I gotta grow up sometime/but I don't think I'm ready yet

You said you loved me, is that what I loved?/All of these choices messed me up/and everyone's mean, except you... I think I probably wasn't in love with you/I think I probably loved the idea of you/and though I may be missing the feel of you/ I think I probably wasn't in love with you

But oh my, oh my god the entertainment's here!/Everything is suddenly amazing here/Sit back man, relax man/sit back man, don't make plans

To give me some diagnosis of why I'm so hollow/please give me instructions, I promise I'll follow/I tripped on my ankle and fractured my elbow/but doesn't that mean that the tour's gonna sell though?

They wanted heaven from me, I gave them hell/Now they want something bigger, I'm overwhelmed

If it's my final album and I am forgotten/I hope I made you smile, that's all I ever wanted... Well, congratulations on your bit of success~/Welcome to the Neotheater~/We can't wait to see what you, do, next! (eh, okay)

favorite song- break my face. oh my gosh i cannot stress enough how much i love this song. the beats. the lyrics. the beat drop. oh my gosh i love it so much!!

the song that makes me cry- dear winter oh my god

the song that’s an absolute bop- wow, i'm not crazy

the song i most dislike/least love- i know most people dislike 100 bad days the most but for me it's beats \: like i'll just be vibing with karma and just go from \umu/ to •-• the vibe difference is too much the meaning fits in with the rest of the album but i just can't quite do it,,,

#nova :3 #neotheater #hamilton the musical #hamilton #i am listening to ajr. literally right now.#(well i'm listening to oko so not the *right* album but still. i like it. it sounds good. socks)#THANK YOU BY THE WAY #AND SORRY FOR THE IMMENSE RAMBLE!#questionnn!

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xlovelybeanx · 4 years

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✭ This show has completely wrecked my mental game up - so you know what I have to say to that?

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✭Let’s write cute fan fiction about it in hopes that it’ll cure the sadness right out! (I doubt it..I have been crying over it for the past few months.)

✭Spoilers ahead! If you have not seen past episode 9, please do not read. If you still wanna read, that’s completely fine <3!

✭Also this is my first time writing something like this! I hope you guys like it.

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Title: “Smile, my sunshine.”

Ship: AshEiji

Summary: Ash’s mind had been torn apart from that night - the night where he had to do such a disgraceful thing to his best friend - and has been restless ever since. Luckily, Eiji knows the right way to keep him happy.

WARNING: This is a tickle fic! There are mentions of death, and grief. Please be mindful when reading! Also, art doesn’t belong to me. (I wish I could draw like that.)

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“Oi, Ash.”

Eiji pounded on his door once more, his tone growing frustrated with every time he had to come back and pound on this stupid door. The frown on his face was clear to see from miles away and his eyes were narrowed so low that he was afraid that he might end up breaking the door with how intense he was staring at it.

There would be no need for him to feel this way if somebody - Ash Lynx - would actually get up and go on with his day. Of course, if Eiji was in that situation, he wouldn’t want to get out of bed either - but Ash couldn’t act like the world was ending. He had to live on because life was ... just worth living.

And because somebody made breakfast, Eiji thought angrily to himself before grabbing the knob and twisting it harshly. Walking into the younger male’s room, everything looked ... almost perfect. Bed was made, curtains were semi-open, and the rest of his stuff was laying in a neat pile - just the way Eiji liked it.

But that lead the question - where was Ash?

Eiji almost went to call out his name, but stopped as he heard the soft trickle of water coming from the shower. Slowly making his way to the sound, he opened the door to find a sleep deprived child sitting in the tub with only his black underwear on. ... the elder’s eyes almost filled with pity. Walking over, the black haired boy tried to figure out what’s going on.

“Ash, talk to me.. did you get any sleep last night?” he asked, petting the top of his head softly. The blonde shook his head, a blank stare still stuck on his face.

“I couldn’t,” he admitted, wiping his eyes with a force that was even surprising to him. “...I c-couldn’t.. think about anything but him, Eiji...” the younger broke down in sobs, covering his face with his hands, feeling the soft patter of water on the back of his hands. It somehow seemed to comfort him, if only a little.

It would make sense that he didn’t get over Shorter’s death that quickly. But to think, for a guy to be almost broken over something he watches everyday - it tugged at the black haired boy’s heartstrings in a way that nothing has ever done before.

“...you should’ve just talked to me,” Eiji mumbled into his ear, closing his eyes as he rested his head on his shoulder. “I’m here for that reason, you know.” Ash looked up, his jade green eyes filled with an indescribable pain.

“I know..” he said, wiping the last of his tears on his wrist. The other nudged Ash’s arm and pointed toward the door. “...why don’t we cuddle so you can fall asleep?” He immediately shook his head. He looked as if he was going to die if he fell asleep - hence him sitting in the tub and hoping that it kept him awake.

“I’m not leaving you in the tub.” He crossed his arms, standing back up. The other leaned against the wall, blinking a couple of times to force himself to stay awake. Ash immediately looked up at him - there was a bright aura coming from him, as if he was the embodiment of sunshine itself. The other exhaled quickly, standing up with shaky legs. “..woah! Woah, careful now,” Eiji said, grabbing on to Ash’s arms when it seemed like he was going to fall.

“...I’m okay,” he said as he wrapped an arm around him. “Sit down,” Eiji ordered him as he sat on a seat they keep in their room. The younger obliged, reluctantly, watching as he got a towel from the bathroom and started drying his hair.

“...you’re depressed about ..it, aren’t you?”

The question caught Ash by surprise.

“...of course I am. .. he’s always been my best friend - I don’t think I’d be who I am without him. ...but when I saw you getting attacked by him, I knew I couldn’t just.. sit there and do nothing. I-It was so hard to pull the trigger. ..I almost couldn’t do it..” before he had realized it, the gang leader had been throwing out his feelings to the boy who stuck by him the entire time. “...I know I didn’t know Shorter that well,” Eiji started, finishing with his hair and moving down to his body. “...but I could tell how much he meant to you. Probably much more than me,” he said jokingly, hoping to brighten the mood. The blonde’s expression hadn’t changed from the sad frown he had on since he shot Shorter.

... what could I do to make him laugh, Eiji thought as he continued drying. Then he hit across something - something spectacular - and if it was true, well, maybe he would be able to get Ash out of this depressive situation that held him hostage.

“Ash~?”

“Eiji,” he mumbled, trying to be snarky and failing.

“Can I do something?”

“...sure, go ahead,” the blonde yawned as he stretched upwards, his whole body arching into the best stretch he’s ever had. This is when he took the time to seize his opportunity.

Eiji’s fingers travelled directly to his ribs, soft and delicate not to hurt him but to drive him wild with laughter instead. The reaction was instantaneous; Ash let out an unmanly squeak while one arm shot down to protect himself, the other to cover his mouth.

“...ohohokay, mind explaining that noise, Ash?” Eiji couldn’t keep himself from laughing like an idiot - the gang leader’s face was entirely red and he shook it, unable to say anything at the moment.

“Playing the strong, silent type, eh? Lucky for you, I win tickle fights with my sister all the time so I’m prepared. But the real question is, are you?” From Ash being so weak from not sleeping all night, he was actually quite surprised when the elder picked him up to the best of his ability and threw him on the bed, sitting on his waist with a snarky grin on his face.

“Ash, say, do you think you can smile? Just for me?”

“...please don’t,” Ash mumbled, his eyes closed and his whole face bright red - he didn’t want to know what came next.

“Don’t what?”

“Tickle me!”

Eiji’s grin only widened as the boy fell right into his trap. This is exactly where he wanted him to be - and he was playing right into it, too.

“Tickle you? Well, why didn’t you just say so?”

And so 10 fingers descended on the blonde’s poor ribs, ever so gently scraping across each and every singular rib.

“..h-hey! Waihihihit-! Stahahahap that-! N-No!” Hysterical giggles poured out of the blonde’s mouth. Eiji was so surprised by his squeaky laughter that he almost just stopped tickling him to begin with - ...he found it honestly quite cute. The way his head was thrown back, the bright red blush on his face.. it was so cute.

“...oh? What’s wrong? Does it tickle? How badly? On a scale from 1-10?” The teasing tone dripped with every word he said, and it didn’t stop there. “..broken already? My little sister can handle more than you. Beaten by a girl? Seriously? That’s pretty frustrating isn’t it?”

And it made it 100 times worse.

“CUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OHOHOUT! EIHIHIJI! F-FUHUHUCK! STAHAHAP!” The blonde was now squirming profusely, shutting his eyes tightly as tears pricked on the corners. Oh god, what had he found himself into it? Him? Tickled to death by the weakest, most kind, most gullible person he knows? That’s just unfair at that point.

“..hmm, I wonder what happens here.” Eiji quickly stuck his hands underneath of his arms, expecting a small reaction. The reaction he got was anything but small.

Ash shrieked, his hands collapsing on his most sensitive spot and trapping his friend’s hands there. Eiji’s eyes widened in surprise, smirking along with his friend who was basically getting tortured in front of him. “Ah, Ash, ...I can’t do anything when you trap my hands like that, you know. You have to get them out.” He said, wiggling his fingers faster.

“YOHOHOHOHO BIHIHIHITCH! FUHUHUHUHUHUCK!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!”

“...hmm, let’s see, are you happy yet?”

“YEHEHEHEHES! FOHOHOR GOHOHOHODS SAHAHAHAKE, YEHEHES!”

“... and are you gonna come straight to bed so you get enough sleep?”

“I CAHAHAHANT- I HAHAHAHAVE A JOHOHOHOB!”

Eiji dug his fingers into his friend’s underarms, furrowing his eyebrows. Ash jerked, throwing his head back once more as his whole body shook with ticklish agony.

“I said... ‘are you gonna come straight to bed so you can get enough sleep?’”

“FIHIHIHIHINE! WHAHAHAHATEHEHVER! NOHOHOW PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!”

And just like he said, the other stopped with no hesitation, leaving a bright red teary-eyed man laying there, gasping for breath. “...w-whahat.. the hell, Eiji..” he mumbled, covering his face.

“Your laugh is quite cute,” Eiji said softly into his ear. “...Don’t expect me to forget about this~!” The other laid down on the bed, pulling the blonde to his chest as he pet the back of his head, watching him melt into his touches as if he were some sort of animal.

“..can I ask you a selfish favor, Eiji?” Ash whispered, burying his face within his chest. The other nodded, smiling softly.

“...stay.. by my side. Please.”

“You don’t have to worry- even if the world turns it’s back on you, I’ll stay by your side. Forever.” Ash slowly closed his eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep as he felt satisfied with the answer he got. Eiji leaned down and gave him a kiss on his forehead - something he’ll forget when he wakes up but something Eiji will treasure forever.

“.... always smile, my sunshine.”

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Hope you enjoyed this! I’ll be doing more in the future when I get more confident. .. thank you for reading! <3.

#tickle community #anime #anime tickling #banana fish #lee!ash #ler!eiji #thesetwoaresocuteohmygod #first post

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dearcat1 · 4 years

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Do you accept prompts? Cuz I had an idea about X27 in which Tsuna harmonizes with Xanxus and Xanxus just loves basking in his flames to the point where gets kinda drunk on them and it's adorable. Meanwhile Tsuna's guardians, the rest of the Varia, and literally everyone else is going wtf laince when did Xanxus turn into a cat?

So... I know I took forever but I hope you like this hahaha

I'm honestly happy with it.

(Sanity is overrated)

Summary

Tsuna has come to believe, after years of Reborn induced chaos, that sanity is far too overrated. Also, cuddling your enemies is a valid strategy to win. You can fight him on that. Or don’t, Tsuna’s hugs are known to be the best.

Story

No matter how much of his attention is being essentially sucked in by this fight, Tsuna can't help but be a little amused by the whole situation. Probably Reborn's influence, to be honest. Three years of absolutely crazy training and his sanity has no doubt cracked. In multiple places, all over the place. If one's being honest, Tsuna isn't even sane anymore. He's just very good at pretending that he is.

Woop, there comes the gun. Tsuna ducks under the attempt to brain him, steps into Xanxus's space and connects an uppercut into the man's solar plexus. Xanxus wheezes, folds forward until Tsuna is mostly holding him up. Big all over and hard muscles everywhere. How distracting. Not the moment Tsuna, concentrate. He wedges a foot between Xanxus’s legs and pushes the man back with his shoulder.

He’s expecting Xanxus to fall back, regroup somehow. Shoot at him. Again. Good luck to him, Tsuna has spent the last three years of his life being shot at by Reborn. Varia Commander or not, Xanxus has nothing on the hitman. Also, a part of Tsuna’s brain has learned to identify warning shots as expressions of affection and Xanxus sure is fond of them.

It’s mixing Tsuna up. Tsuna is a bit of a mother-hen with his people and, in his professional opinion as a manager of strange traumatized mafia guys, what Xanxus needs isn’t a fight over some stupid jewelry but rather a bed, some warm food and maybe some disguised or undisguised coodling. Tsuna doesn’t have that part pegged yet.

Xanxus, however, decides to surprise Tsuna by not only actually falling but actively dragging Tsuna down with him. They end up as a tangled mass of limbs, Tsuna covering Xanxus with his body almost protectively, Xanxus’s head bracketed by Tsuna’s arms. Now, no matter what Reborn will despairingly say in the future, this is 100% Reborn’s fault. It is, after all, Reborn who has normalized violence to Tsuna.

Even more, it is Reborn who made Tsuna not only comfortable with being around guns but also made him feel all warm inside when they’re aimed at him. Therefore, Reborn’s fault. The point is that this is not a position Tsuna is unused to being in, the violence, the spar and then the almost aggressive start of what seems like a cuddle.

All of his guardians, not counting Lambo yet, do this. They fight him until they get exhausted and then drag him over them for protection and affection or something of the like. So when Xanxus falls instead of falling back and drags Tsuna over him. Tsuna reacts on instinct. He flares his flames wide, warm, comforting and inviting and smoothers Xanxus in them.

Then, of course, he winces. Because it’s one thing to do this to his guardians and another all-togehter to do it to another Sky. A rival one at that. But when Tsuna moves to stand up again, Xanxus makes a tiny sound on the back of his throat, a little thing that could be complaint or longing and Tsuna hesitates long enough for Xanxus to tangle his hand on Tsuna’s shirt.

Alright, then. Tsuna licks his lips, smothering Xanxus in his flames with a little more confidence, and then he casts a look around, deciding how to move them. As nice as the position can be, Tsuna doesn’t exactly look forward to being run through by a sword or something if Xanxus’s guardians find them first.

He ignores Xanxus’s slight grumble and rolls over, sitting on the floor among the rubble, with his back against the half destroyed wall. Xanxus, for his part, sighs like all of this is the biggest inconvenience to him. A deep, loud sigh that sounds so overly dramatic that Tsuna can’t help but smile. “Come here,” he guides Xanxus to straddle his lap, legs at either side of Tsuna’s waist and forehead hidden against his neck. “There you go.”

Ha! Tsuna is an expert in this shit. Also, there’s no way he’s complaining about 80kg of pure muscle being draped all over him.

“Oh, fuck,” Xanxus mutters, curling tighter around Tsuna. “You little shit, am drunk.”

Ah, that explains it. Then again, Xanxus can’t be all that mad, not with the way he is all but crawling into Tsuna, nuzzling his forehead against Tsuna’s neck. Now, when he comes out of it, it might be a different story but for now, Tsuna might as well enjoy this surprisingly sweet side of his rival. “Yeah?” He tangles his fingers into messy black hair and pets Xanxus carefully, waiting to see if Xanxus will allow it. “Like that?”

“Hmm,” Xanxus arches into the caress like a cat and then a big hand is grabbing Tsuna’s free hand and pushing it to join in.

Alright then, Tsuna is taking that as an agreement. “Greedy,” he teases but concedes, petting Xanxus back in slow long strokes. Like he’s trying to make a point, Xanxus’s flames latch onto his and pull, attempting to burrow under his. Cute. Tsuna smiles and gives him what he wants, sighing ruefully when he feels the bond settle into place. Tsuna doesn’t regret it for a second but if anybody asks, it was entirely Reborn’s fault.

Xanxus goes boneless with a satisfied little sound, pressing his nose into Tsuna’s skin. Honestly, people as deadly as this man have no right to be this cuddly. It’s like hugging a tiger. Yes, it’s cute as all hell. Magistic, even. It can also kill you by accident with one big swipe. But then again, for Tsuna it just adds to the charm. Reborn has already cracked Tsuna’s sanity. He has nobody to blame but himself.

Still, cute. And sexy. But mostly cute. Giving in to impulse, Tsuna kisses the crown of Xanxus’s head, finger rubbing back and forth against Xanxus’s cheek.

Over him, Xanxus hums, smug and satisfied, “‘gain.”

“Greedy,” Tsuna repeats but complies regardless, dropping another kiss on top of Xanxus’s head.

It’s to that scene that Squalo and the rest of the guardians arrive to, “VOOOI! What the fuck, trash?!”

To be fair to him, the swordsman sounds more surprised than insulting and Tsuna snickers. Xanxus is not nearly as amused, he unfurls from on top of Tsuna with a snarl, reaching from his guns. Tsuna shushes him gently, he’s honestly more used to handling violent elements than he should be. Even more used to handling in-fighting when somebody’s pride gets unavoidably trampled on.

“Come on,” Tsuna murmurs gently, carding gentle fingers through Xanxus’s hair.

Half-out of Tsuna’s lap, Xanxus scoffs but looks consideringly between his Rain and Tsuna. Finally, he decides on taking one warning shot towards his guardians even as he crawls back into Tsuna’s arms. Eh, good enough, Tsuna decides and turns his head to kiss the cheek that Xanxus is rubbing against him, smiling at the contented grunt it earns him.

“Mine,” Xanxus declares, still clearly flame-drunk but just as clearly possessive. He’s watching Tsuna from under his lashes, once more draped all over him.

“Hmm,” Tsuna cups Xanxus’s cheek, pulls him up so that he can reach and pecks the man’s parted lips. “Yours,” Tsuna agrees, letting his other hand grab a hold of Xanxus’s hip. “Mine.”

At that, Xanxus shudders and nods, “yours.”

#fanfiction #khr #xanxus #katekyo hitman reborn #sawada tsunayoshi #superbi squalo #dearcat1 #reborn #x27 #sawada tsunayoshi/xanxus #Sanity is overrated #ask #cat-from-the-moon

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darnestdungeon · 4 years

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Earlier this month I’ve sewn by hand a little Dismas/Dild plushie to participate in the official Darkest Dungeon discord contest, and I’m so glad it won 3rd place!! I really wanted the artbook, I can’t buy it in my country :’)

Besides, now I have my favorite character by my side at all times (since I’m always at my computer desk anyways). So it’s really a win-win situation!

I have some lenghty detailed notes about the creative process under the read more, in case you’re curious about how Dild/Dismas was born! :)

For the contest they required some process shots, so I wrote this down really quick since I finished him on the deadline day! Such hurry meant this couldn’t possibly convey the true chaos that was making this plushie. I don’t have a lot of experience making anything tridimensional (look at the first attempt of a boot at fig. 1 for god’s sake), so everything was a struggle.

In retrospect, I really should not have used that cloth for the coat, because it was so shredery on the edges it made working on that scale a nightmare–but it was the closest I had to dismas coat color! I had to use only the materials I already had, since I didn’t want to leave my apartment mid pandemic to buy a darker gray felt, or one of a tone that matched dismas beautiful olive skin. The cloth I used for his skin was finicky as well, since it was actually some sort of fluffy fleece, except I used it on the reverse side. It worked out great in the end, though attaching the ears and nose proved a bit of a challenge!

I’m insanely proud of the little flintlock, its barrel is even hollow! I’m so happy that I hoarded some little metal bag clips throughout all my life, I used them as a trigger and such. Also used a golden metal clip for the belt. I’m satisfied I managed to make it fit on Dismas little glove–I’ve put some wire on his finger so it can bend around the trigger. His arms are articulated too (at least in one direction: up and down). Little details nobody except me cared about lol

The little shortsword also made me proud, I’ve made that by putting some double sided tape on a little cardboard cutout, then I wrapped it all around with some silver colored thread. Then I made the handle out of felt, and attached a flowery silver bead as the huh… pommel thingy? Best part is that it not only fits in his right hand (like in game!) but it also fits on the little holster I’ve put on his little belt. They are functional, they slide in and out if I want to!

The whole mechanic of him having his head attached directly to his legs were a problem I could only figure out on the last days. Here’s how it went: I attached the first layer of scarf around the head, then I had Dild’s belt (not Dismas’ belt as shown above) attached to the edge of the scarf. I’ve sewn Reynauld’s tunic thing on top of the legs (which were sturdy logs of rolled up cloth), then sewn that under the scarf and belt, directly underneath Dismas fat head. It was janky as hell, but it worked wonders since his legs ended up a bit articulated! To finish it off, I put that second layer of the neckerchief on top of the edge between the bandanna and the belt, and then attached the functional pockets (that he uses for absolutely nothing, the nerve of him). I feared he would look like a giant round head on top of two sticks, but it didn’t look like that at all in the end! I was so relieved.

(Look! You have a wrinkle, Dismas! You sly silver fox!)

His legs were troublesome to make as well, I had difficulty with the boot shape, but I think I managed to make it look good. I’ve sewn the boot around the leg rolls, and put brown rice inside it’s boot as a fill and weight. He can stand on his own as a result, plus it’s a good use for this brown rice I bought while dieting and ate exactly once. Not sure what to do with the rest of it now though…

Anyhow, I could go on forever on how many problems I had with this little guy, but overall I’m very glad with the results! I only wish I had the time to finish his coat better, I thought the ragged ends would fit Dismas ruggedness (plus I didn’t want to deal with the shredery nightmare cloth again), and on the bottom I think it looks fine enough, but it just ended up looking a bit unfinished on the lapels in comparison to the sleeves. Oh well.

It would have gone 100% smoother had I not procrastinated so much, but eh. I love him regardless. Thank you for reading this far, I hope you liked Dildismas as well! :’)

#darkest dungeon #dd highwayman #dismas #DILD #plushmas

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takanova12 · 3 years

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One of the hallmarks of the aot fandom is massive panic everytime leaks drop and mostly the release of full chapter ends up pleasing if not all majority of the readers. Yet, we still don't learn and negatively react everytime even with the understanding that we are missing context for the leaked panels/dialogues. So amid all of this, here I am just trying to share my positive and hopeful interpretation of leaks, which mostly concern mikasa.

I wholeheartedly love eremika. They will forever remain my comfort ship. The leaks haven't changed anything. If anything, they just reinforced the idea that mikasa loved eren till her last breath. I admit that I loved the ambiguity of last panel of chapter 139; does mikasa live by herself till she dies? Or does she find love again and end up being surrounded by people who cherish her and will be there for her until the end?

I am happy that she found happiness in life. I saw people criticizing her choice of finding love again and how they were wrong about her making a selfless decision and living with pride etc. I personally don't see how her having a family cancels out what she did? She did give up the most precious person to her in the entire damn world to save the damn world. To people who wanted her to be a stronK woman who needs no man to live a empowering life, well she was that in the entire series. It was eren who needed her to save his ass 24/7, it was her and not a man who contributed most significantly to saving the alliance and we all know it was her who freed ymir. Not only that but one of the most popular EM moments where she gave eren emotional support (chap 50) ended up leaving such an impact on him that it helped me activate the coordinate and was also shown to be one of his most cherished memories of her. So, at the end if she wants to live a peaceful and simpler life, let her have that. Most importantly, let her have that considering she never wanted this life of a soldier. So, I am glad isayama gave her that. After all the shit she's been through she deserved some happiness, she deserved to be around her very own family. She deserved to be loved and cherished just like she loved and cherished eren. I am happy for my girl. I am happy that she had such a lasting impact on the story and on eren. I am happy that she wasn't alone her entire life. Sure, she has armin but let's admit it armin is with annie. They were not welcome on the island and even if mikasa left with them or they somehow settled back on paradise, aruannie would have their very own family. Sure, mikasa could be the stronK independent who needs no mAn and be an aunt to other kids so she won't be alone (reminds me of what eh wanted for mikasa; her to be aunt of her beloved dead eren's baby that he had with historia). Okay now being honest, I would have no problem with mikasa being single for her entire life and be some govermental figure of sorts if she was ever presented in that way. Never has ever mikasa shown any interest in politics, being some military leader or some princess to hizuru. She didn't join SC because it was her dream. She did because of eren and now that eren is gone and she served her purpose, she has no reason to become involved in nasty politics that she never wanted to be associated with. Also, she always left the strategic thinking, planning etc to armin. She has always pondered upon how many times does she have to lose her family and restart again. It always came down to home/family/love and a sense of belongingness for her. Sure eren was her home but before that her home was her parents and then carla and grisha. I am not saying that with eren gone, she has to find happiness in another man, but out of these other miserable options for her like living alone in the island, I prefer her being with loved ones. She doesn't have her dad like annie or parents like pieck with her to give her that home and sense of belongingness so I find it even more hard to swallow that some people actually wanted her to be not loved and die not having a home even after everything she has been through. Moreover, it's better for her mental health that she stays as far away from dealing with the mess eren left behind. Didn't she already do enough? She killed him and that was the most painful thing she ever had to do. So, I don't understand why people still want her to be some single stronK woman in power who dedicates her entire life to cleaning eren's mess? Hell no! No more misery for my girl! And thankfully yams agrees.

She has already had her fair share of trauma so isayama did the right thing leaving the diplomacy part to armin and others. Also, people making baseless claims that she is unhappy in her married life? Where and how? Mikasa surely wasn't ever gonna marry someone if she wasn't ready to. Did she visit the grave alone? Nope, she had her man with her, which suggests she is happy and can trust him with her feelings for eren and that he very much respects those feelings. She is not sneaking out of the house to visit her beloved's grave but she is living with pride. She is not doing anything wrong in remembering eren because irl we never forget our most beloved person even if we find love again.

On the topic of jeankasa, Idc whether it had 2 panels together or a 1000, it doesn't matter to me either way because aot was eremika's story ( as in I mean the story only told us about their journey of platonic to romantic feelings). Post titan world jk happened, so I find the jk don't have development and armuika makes more sense argument very out of place. First of all jk do have some development, where they end up trusting each other. Mikasa initially didn't like jean always fighting and criticizing eren and just didn't care about him. Later just like she forged close platnoic bonds with rest of 104th, she did so with jean too and most of it happened off screen because it was not needed for the story. I mean we found out sasha and mikasa were bunkmates not through the story but the guidebook. And this is in line with the fact that mikasa is not a very vocal person to begun with, she mostly speaks through her actions and that is why we hardly ever see her screaming how she is gonna help rid the world of titans or how she saved gabi because she is a child just like them caught up in war. About armuika it is a 100% platonic bond. With jeankasa, only mikasa considered jean as just a friend while jean since day 1 has been romantically attracted to mikasa so much so that he jumped right at a titan for the first time in his life when he saw mikasa in danger, before that his legs would shiver at the thought of fighting titans. So, it makes sense if it was him who ended up marrying her because he was in love with her the entire time and respected her feelings. The execution could have been better but I don't have any qualms with it because it doesn't make me ship eremika any less and overall knowing that mikasa was with someone who had always secretly loved and admired her for a long time just she did with eren makes me believe they both have a solid mutual understanding and good relationship.

Lastly, the takes on her still wearing the scarf is disrespectful to her husband is another thing I don't agree with. The scarf is not a romantic gift given to her by lover. The scarf is what saved her as a little girl. The scarf is what made mikasa understand the dichomoty of life at such a young age. The scarf is what allowed mikasa to realize that the world is not just cruel. It is what saved her and helped her save the world. It is a life-changing and beautiful treasure for her that sheltered her from turning into a cold-hearted revenge seeking psychopath. So, I find it satisfying to know that she is capable of embracing that part of her life and being anle to move ahead in life with her head held high.

On a side note I wanted to wait until the official release but I saw some mikasa slander and just couldn't wait any longer. I do think I am immune to mikasa slander now because I got everything I wanted for her character ( of course I would have loved for her to be with eren but I knew after liberio raid that they were never going to have a happy ending) but still sometimes I like to share my thoughts because I think it helps some people who are at times enjoying the content but the fandom discourse and constant negative interpretation of said events makes them hesistant to admit/enjoy it.

I am content knowing that my comfort character found some comfort in her life at the end :')

#mikasa #mikasa ackerman #attack on titan #aot spoilers

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hermit-pistol · 4 years

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conspiracies and confessions (mista x reader)

This is for @honey-pea as the result of the 100 follower raffle! Yes it’s goofy...but I love it so- enjoy! :>

You never thought that you would ever become a member of a gang, yet here you are. When Bruno Bucciarati asked you, just a common pickpocket, to become a member of Passione, you couldn't believe it.

"You're joking, right?"

"Passione is no joke. I think that you would fit in well. While we may have differing backgrounds, I treat my gang like family."

He wasn't joking about that, once you passed Polpo's test and gained a "stand" of your very own, the other members of the gang welcomed you, surprisingly.

There was Narancia, an energetic young boy, Fugo, a little reserved in nature, Abbacchio, who hated your guts (or so you thought, anyway), and Mista.

Oh, Mista.

You probably got along the best with him. You two had the most in common, he was just so easy to talk to! More often than not you would be up until the early hours of the morning giggling about some stupid internet videos or chatting about the latest gossip.

You would be lying to yourself if you said there were times where you thought of him as more than a friend. But, you didn't want to spoil the good relationship that you already had, although it may have been platonic in nature.

Until then, you appreciated what you had.

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It had been a little over a year since you joined Bruno's gang, and you could say that you had really found your home there. Another member had joined as well, going by the name of Giorno Giovanna. He was good, strong both physically and mentally, and was your team's secret weapon as of late.

Given the nature of the missions from the boss lately, your group had been living in a tiny room inside of a turtle for longer than you would have liked. Between missions, everyone was grumpy and irritable, either camping out on the couches or floor or complaining that there weren't enough drinks in the mini-fridge.

It also didn't help that Trish Una, the boss' daughter that they were in charge of protecting... was extremely demanding.

After a couple of weeks of living in the furthest thing from paradise, Bruno decided that it was time for a change.

"I've booked us a place for a couple of nights." It seemed as if everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. "It's only fair since we've been working so hard lately."

"Is there a pool?? I wanna go swimming!" Narancia all but yelled as he stood up from where he was slumped on the couch, excitement shone in his eyes.

"Did you get a hotel, Bucciarati?" Abbacchio leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head.

"I didn't, the boss did. He's looked so favorably upon us that we each get our own rooms too." He raised his eyebrows, which could barely be seen behind his bangs. "Pretty neat, huh?"

"It's about time that we got some reward for our hard work!" Mista pumped his fist into the air. Sex Pistols cheered as well, probably at the thought of all the gourmet food that they were about to eat.

"When do we get to go?" You asked, never looking up from your book. You had started it that morning.

"Tonight, actually. Be ready to check-in in about an hour or so." You could hear a loud 'YAY' from under Mista's hat. How cute!

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Within the next hour, you were laying on a plush hotel bed, continuing your reading. Bruno, Giorno, Trish, and Abbacchio were relaxing in their own rooms, but you distinctly remember Narancia saying that he was going to drag Mista and Fugo into the swimming pool. He had also asked you to go, but at that time you had found that you preferred the quiet company of a book compared to screaming children (Narancia included) at a public pool.

It was about the paranormal, one of your favorite subjects. Nothing beats reading about creepy facts in a hotel room in the early evening, right? Your mind was racing when you heard a knock on the door.

Throwing your book on the bed, you padded along the plush carpeting to the doorway, looking outside the peephole. It was Mista, looking around. A big smile crept onto your features as you undid the deadbolt. "Helloooo~ welcome to my crib." You giggled at your stupidity.

Thankfully, Mista appreciated your goofy sense of humor. "You dork, if you're gonna talk to me like that for the rest of the night I should probably leave." He said in a serious tone, obviously joking.

"Yeah, be my guest." You settled back into your comfy spot in the middle of the bed. "I thought that you were going to be at the pool with the other guys?"

"Eh, I told them that I would join them in a little bit. The Pistols wouldn't stop complaining about wanting to see you, though." He took off his hat momentarily to let out his mischievous stand. They circled around you chanting your name. "We've missed you!" they spoke in unison.

"I saw you all yesterday. Talk about clingy." You giggled. "I've just been reading."

"Ooh what about?" Mista asked as he sat down on the bed next to you. You always loved when he was interested in your hobbies.

"It's about creepy stuff. Did you know that if you wake up in the middle of the night it could be because your body senses someone was staring at you?"

"I did not, but that's absolutely terrifying." He let out a nervous laugh. "Uh...now that the adrenaline is kicking in we should read it together. I didn't need sleep tonight anyways."

"Good idea." You opened the book, with the Sex Pistols nestling themselves in between the two of you.

After reading for about 30 minutes or so, Mista pointed out one interesting fact himself. He was so close to you, and you hoped that he didn't hear your racing heart.

"It says that to avoid the influences of mind control, you should craft a hat out of...tinfoil?" Pffft. "Y/N I know what we have to do now."

"Oh yeah? Where are we gonna get it? I most certainly don't have any tinfoil on me..."

"Abbacchio. He has to have some. He does all sorts of crazy shit to his hair." You shrugged your shoulders. You decided to let him take responsibility as the two of you left your room to make the short walk down the hall.

One embarrassing encounter later, you had learned that Abbacchio did not have your 'fucking stupid tinfoil' and proceeded to cuss you out accordingly.

Luckily, the little convenience store down the road carried some. You picked up a pair of scissors as well, and were soon walking back to the hotel laughing about what was to come.

"Okay Pistols, do you guys want hats too?" Mista asked once the two of you had returned to the room. They all squealed with joy. Well, there was your answer.

You un-boxed the scissors and started cutting the first strip of the foil. It made such a satisfying sound.

You started with 6 small strips for each of the pistols. Once they were cut, you formed the easily-malleable substance into small cones.

"C'mere guys." You placed each one on their heads, which fit perfectly. Next you set to work making two larger ones for Mista and yourself.

"Mista look at me!" Number 7 floated around the comforter.

"MEEESTA! Number 3 ripped my hat!" Number 5 cried as he sat on your shoulder. The thought of knowing that he wouldn't be susceptible to mind control comforted him even though his hat was’t in the best condition.

You stopped your work and examined his hat. "Number 5, it looks fine to me. Big Brother won't pierce your brain waves today. Dry those tears."

"O-okay." He sniffled. By this point you had finished the hats. You and Mista decided to take pictures of each other to see how ridiculous you looked.

"I look like a pointy toe." You laughed out loud as you walked to the bathroom mirror. "Let's take a picture together!"

"Alright." He was at your side, and just before you took the picture he decided to sling an arm around you. In the moment you jumped, therefore ruining the picture. "Lemme see! You gotta send this to me."

You looked at the result of your stupidity: a blurry picture produced by shaky hand syndrome. "Uh, let's take another one." You readied your camera, determined to make memories.

This time when Mista put his arm around you you didn't even flinch. It felt...natural.

The two of you were having a good time until the power went out. You could barely see your hand in front of your face, and the Pistols started screaming. "M-mista!" You could hear the whimpers of Number 5 from the other room.

"I'm coming guys!" Mista called. "Y/N gimme your hand." You reached around the bathroom blindly, and instead made contact with his exposed midriff. Oops.

"Sorry, sorry!" You could hear the humility in your voice as you trailed your touch over his arm to eventually reach his hand. It felt quite warm. Yours were just clammy from being a nervous wreck.

Soon all of you were huddled together on the bed again, using cell phones for lighting. "A hotel having a power outage..seems a little strange, don't you think?" You asked.

"Is this our next conspiracy?" Mista smirked. You still couldn't take him seriously with his tinfoil hat on.

"Yes, Mista. The conspiracy of the idiot in the hotel room. How spooky." Your heart stopped when you heard the scratching on the door.

"W-what was that."

"You're asking me?" Through the dim phone screen lights, you could see a worried expression cross his handsome features. "I guess that means that we have to check it out."

"We? This is all you buddy." You gave him a playful shove, although the tone present in your voice was anything but.

Mista got up and straightened out his outfit. He walked up to the peephole on shaky legs. "There's..no one here." He breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's weird." You relaxed a little, the Pistols curling up in your arms, tinfoil hats scratching you.

That's when the thumping started.

Mista was still at the door terrified. "Come here!" You mouthed, and he wasted no time in sprinting back to the bed. "Mista, I'm kind of freaked out."

"It's okay, I am too." He opened his arms, inviting you in. You fell into them without a second thought. The Pistols joined in as well, and soon all of you were a giant ball of cuddling and crinkled tinfoil.

You felt his heart race as you pressed your ear against his chest. You figured that since you might not get another opportunity like this you might as well confess your blossoming feelings.

"Mista I have something to say..." His dark eyes bore into yours.

"Sure, what's up?" The thumps were growing louder and more frequent now.

"I really enjoy spending time with you, and you've really helped me find my place in Passione. You're definitely the member that I've grown closest to and I appreciate that, but over the past year, I've realized that maybe..." You tightened your grip on his torso.

"Maybe what? That you have romantic feelings?"

You were shocked. "Well, you took the words right out of my mouth." The Pistols let out a collective 'oooh'. You could have sworn that you heard a distinct, 'Mista has a girlfriend~' taunt coming from one of them...probably Number 3.

The thumping was so loud at this point, you let out a scream holding onto Mista for dear life. It seemed as if the door were about to fall off of its hinges. The door eventually swung open violently. With the intensity that it had made contact with the wall you could tell that the flimsy hotel drywall was cracked.

The lighting provided by the emergency exit signs brought out the outline of a figure, with a flowing garb and...ears?

Thoughts were racing through your head. You whispered over to Mista, watching the figure carefully, "I think I know what that is, I read about it in my book earlier. Page 343. It's a catboy."

"A catboy?! What...I thought those were only-"

"A cryptid? A figment of the imagination? Me too, but we are not your average goons. We are prepared," Your eyes looked up, indicating to your hats, "I think we should rush him. The book says that they're not that violent."

"I'm following you on this one Y/N." He was too scared to look at the figure standing in the doorway. It was surprising that it hadn't yet made a move.

"Okay, 3.."

"2.."

"1.. CHARGE!" Mista leapt off of the bed and ran up to the creature, tackling him to the floor, his tinfoil hat flying off.

"TAKE THAT CATBOY!" You screamed as the two wrestled on the ground, and as if on cue the lights turned back on.

"Get off of me!" The figure turned out to be Giorno Giovanna, wearing a robe and hair curlers. "Why are you attacking me Mista, why are all of you wearing those ridiculous hats, and most importantly why am I a catboy?" You could sense the anger in his voice, which was very uncharacteristic of him since he was usually so level-headed.

"I-" you started, taking off your hat and shamefully placing it on the bed. "We were just having a little bit of fun. Then the power turned off and we got paranoid. I'm sorry Giorno."

"I noticed the power went out so I went to check on everyone else, I did not expect to have you lock me out of your room and then be tackled to the floor." Giorno adjusted one of his rollers that had fallen out of place due to the beatdown.

"Sorry man, let's talk about it tomorrow morning? When emotions aren't getting in the way." Mista gave a goofy grin, and Giorno rolled his eyes in response and bid them a barely audible 'good night' as he walked down the hallway.

Once again, it was just you, Mista, and the Pistols. At least the lights were back on again. "You're gonna have to explain that catboy thing to him later, he seemed very disturbed."

"Will do, but back to earlier-" He sat back down on the bed with you, grabbing your hand softly. "Did you really mean all those things you said?"

"I really did, there's no one else that I would rather be an idiot with, idiot." You laughed and placed your discarded tinfoil hat onto his head.

The Pistols cheered, with Number 5 shedding a few tears in the process, "Man, I just love a happy ending."

"I think that a sleepover is in order?" You playfully nudged him.

"Count me in."

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