#so cute! also i hope i made every proposal sound unique

[sturkillerbase]

It's All Coming Back to Me in Waves

PART IV

Summary: You watch the Aurora Borealis together, and think back of the time you first saw it together. You get nervous when Din stands too close - very close. Din gets nervous because he proposes a cute little idea.

Genre: Fluffy fluff

Warnings: Indirect mention of male body parts. Very brief, blink and you'll miss it.

Words: 2.5k

A/N: I hadn't imagined reader living so far North or South in her planet, but this is a work of fiction about another work of fiction, so I think I can get away with placing the Aurora Borealis wherever it is that reader lives. I also know you can't exactly forecast it???? But, well, work of fiction. ANYWAY! This one is really cute and I hope you'll like it!

Intro; Part III; Part V;

It Feels Like Yesterday

The colorful lights danced on Grogu’s huge eyes as he waddled in circles around the porch, reaching his little arms up in an attempt to touch the Aurora Borealis. He cooed and pointed up every time he’d look to one of you, amazed by the sight and making sure you were seeing it too. It was hard to choose what to look at to be fair: up in the night sky, the lights danced in a unique way that could not be compared to anything you’ve ever seen; down here there was Grogu, equally incomparable in terms of cuteness.

And behind you, the sweet and loving laugh of the man you were still very much in love with, his voice unfiltered for he did not have his helmet on.

For several years after he left, you had tried to deny your feelings for Din. It seemed like the right thing to do. Eventually though, you gave up, and only admitted those feelings to convince yourself that they were now gone, buried deep in a past you did your best to avoid.

It was all in vain. The moment you laid eyes on him, hugged him, smelled his scent and heard his voice again, it all came back, like a strong ocean wave cruelly pushing you downward because you had your back to it. All those years of lying to yourself erased in mere seconds.

Right now, you and Din sat on the porch floor, facing opposite directions, a little apart from each other, keeping a watchful eye on Grogu and on the twinkling sky.

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful they were…” he admitted in a low voice, and it sounded slightly strained as he held his head facing upwards, absolutely delighted. It was just as magical as the first time.

“They are, right?” You answered back in an equally low voice, not wanting to disturb the moment. “It’s hard to describe it in words. You have to see it.”

“I really thought I’d never see them again.”

“‘Never’ is a strong word.”

“It is…” He trails off. “I guess I’ve always had a tendency for pessimism.”

You two laugh softly together. He knew you agreed, you didn’t have to say it.

Comfortable silence fell again, and soon Grogu waddled to Din’s lap, looking for warmth in the growing chill the night air brought. It was way past midnight, and he fell asleep soon after the lights dimmed into nothing, revealing back the stars on the dark sky.

Din stood up and took the baby inside, placing him on his new floating crib that you had built after finding out what had happened to the previous one.

Din came back, closing the door on his way out, and sat down again. This time, he sat closer to you – a happy accident that initially made him freeze and widen his eyes, but that he soon found enjoyable the moment he felt the bit of warmth coming from you.

You also got nervous when it happened, caught by surprise. But the warmth was comfortable, and the fact that it came from him made it even better. You two, very slowly, allowed yourselves to finally rest your backs on one another, not exchanging a word in the process.

You were now sitting just like you did all those years ago, on the very same spot, for the very same reason. It was strange how it seemed to have happened just a couple days prior and decades ago at the same time. The memory was fresh in your minds, just like the memories of every moment you shared in the past, but it came to you with the bitter taste of being so, so distant.

“I…” He started, but hesitated. “Do you remember the first time we saw the aurora borealis?” You smiled to yourself - so you weren’t the only one thinking about it, huh?

“Yeah… How could I forget?” you leaned back a little bit further, letting your left hand wander to your side. “I was so excited about seeing them, and even more when you came back in time to see them too!” He giggled.

“And I didn’t know what it was! All that time flying in space, and I had no idea what you were talking about at first.” He left out a soft snort, amused by his own cluelessness. He didn’t miss it when he saw your hand show on his peripheral vision, and he wondered if it was a reflex of your memory, if it was on purpose, or if it was for no reason at all. “I was glad that I could share that experience with you, though.” He smiled to himself, and so did you.

“I was glad, too.” You answered, still smiling, and he could hear it in your voice.

He leaned back a little as well. You felt his right hand rest lightly on top of yours, an unsure touch, his skin not as smooth as it used to be. But then again, neither was yours.

You turned the palm of your hand upwards, and the movement to interlace your fingers was simply muscle memory.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

12 years ago

“How come you’ve never heard of it?” You asked Din, your eyes fixed on the night sky, afraid to miss the moment the lights would show.

“I don’t know. No one ever mentioned it to me.” Din stood by your side, helmet on, eyes equally fixed on the sky.

“I think you’re going to love it! I mean… I’ve only ever seen them on paintings and illustrations, but it looked beautiful.”

You two stood outside on the back porch, eagerly waiting for the nature’s show to start. There were slight chances that it wouldn’t happen, but the forecast mentioned that the chances of it does happening were much bigger, and you were hoping for the best.

You started to rapidly move up and down on your feet, trying to shake the cold away.

“Just go inside and grab a jacket.” Din said, and not for the first time.

“And miss the moment it happens? Not an option.” You insisted.

He sighed loudly – louder than he really needed to, but you paid no mind to him and started to rub your hands over your arms, the long sleeved shirt you had on doing very little to keep you warm. He looked at you and sighed again, and as you turned your head to stare at him, you saw him stepping behind you, and you moved your body along to look at him, a questioning look on your face.

“What are you—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Stay still.” He placed his hands on your shoulders and turned you back to your previous position. “I’m warming you up. Not in the mood for taking care of you if you catch a cold.” He let out a breathy laugh through his nose, letting you know that he was just kidding. He would take care of you for as long as you needed if it was ever the case.

He slided his hands off your shoulders and through your arms, crossing his own in front of you and pushing you closer to him. He was taller than you, broad shoulders and strong arms shielding you from the wind, his body unbelievably warm. You fit perfectly in his embrace, like you were built to one another, and you felt like you were in your own (not so) little protective cocoon. You were surprised by his actions to say the least. You had never held each other like this. Sure, you had danced very closely together a few weeks ago, and you still daydreamed of that moment nearly every single day, especially when he was away. But this felt different, closer, more intimate. He also had his full armor on that day, and now he had only his casual clothes on, save for the helmet.

Past your surprised state, you suddenly started to register his body against yours: his chest pressing into you with every breath he took; his painfully strong and warm arms holding you firmly in place; his scent slowly encasing you; his thighs brushing against yours, legs slightly apart so he could hold you better, closer; and, if you paid closer attention, you could feel… well, him on your lower back.

“Is this okay?” He asked. You blinked rapidly and swallowed thick before you answered.

“Yeah, it’s- it’s okay. Thanks.”

Once he had your approval, he held you closer. You started to panic, wide eyes no longer facing the sky but the wide open fields in front of you, even though there was nothing there. It felt good to be like this. Damn, it felt great! But your mind wandered places you were not planning to, and you felt your entire face heat up, silently thanking the Maker Din could not see you.

“Are you feeling well? You’re shaking.” Din asked, lowering his head to look at you, genuine concern in his voice.

“I-- I’m fine. It’s just the cold.” You lied the best you could, and he started rubbing his hands on your arms to help you feel better.

You took in a long, deep breath, trying to focus on getting back to your senses. You cursed at yourself, all deprecating words you could think of. There he was, trying to keep you warm and actually worried about you, while you were losing your mind over the feeling of his body – one part in particular more than the others - against yours. You’d slap yourself at that moment if you could.

“Oh, look!” He said, excited, pointing up.

Slowly, the Aurora Borealis spread through the sky, faint at first, but soon getting stronger, tinting everything on the ground in a unique shade of green. That was thankfully enough to take your mind off everything that had been going through your head.

To your surprise, the lights moved. Paintings and illustrations were still, you knew that, but no one had ever mentioned to you that the lights moved.

The shades got more intense, and suddenly there was a bright pink light along the green ones, shifting together, hues of blue and lavender peaking in between. It was the most wonderful thing you had ever seen, and you were in absolute awe.

But then, a thought occurred to you. It was when you remembered that, although Din was just as silently stunned by the view as you were, his visor didn’t allow him to see things as the human eye. It had many filters, built for tactical activities, for hunting, for war even. But not for this, and it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t enjoy the real thing as you did.

“Din, you should see this as it really is.” You said, stepping out of his embrace, even though you didn’t want to.

“What do you mean?” He looked at you.

“You can’t see half of its beauty with your helmet on.” You explained. “I’ll go around the house so you can take it off.” You smiled and turned away to go to the other side of the house, where you weren’t able to see him and he would be comfortable to take his helmet off and enjoy the view.

“No, I—Wait!” He said, slightly panicky, making you stop and turn to him immediately. He cleared his throat before speaking again “I—I’d like to see them with you…” he admitted in a lower, shaky voice. Your mouth hung slightly agape, surprised.

“I’d like to see them with you too, Din…” you smiled fondly at him. “But… We can’t.”

“Um, I have an idea.” He said and grabbed your hands, guiding you to the center of the porch. “We can sit back to back.”

“Oh! Yeah… Yeah, that works!”

“You—You can rest your back against mine, too. So you won’t be so cold either.” He said, rubbing his hands over each other in nervousness.

“Okay” you said, holding back a dumb smile because you were both entertained by his cute and shy manners, and because he’d just said he wanted to be with you.

“Okay” he said back, still nervous, but starting to settle since you didn’t turn him down, like he always thought you would.

You two turned away from each other and sat down cross legged. Then, you heard the low hiss of his helmet as he took it off and placed it on the wooden floor in front of him. It sounded heavy, and you wondered how he was able to keep it on all of the time. You knew he’d been wearing one since he was a literal child, so he must’ve gotten used to it. Still, you felt bad for him.

You rested your backs against each other, and having your source of warmth back against you felt great.

“Are you comfortable?” he asked, and you realized you hadn’t heard his unfiltered voice from this close before. You liked it.

“I am. Are you?”

“I am, too.” He sounded calmer now.

You looked up again, admiring the sky. For Din, it was like he was seeing it for the first time again.

“You were right” he said “They look so much prettier in the naked eye.”

Din was amazed. The lights danced in hues he had never seen before, moving in ways he wouldn’t know how to describe properly. He looked at the horizon, admiring the way everything was covered in a fairytale-like green shimmer, the surface of a very far away lake twinkling like it was a living star.

Star…

You were like a star to Din. He loved the way your eyes beamed whenever you were talking about something you liked, whenever you were happy. Your smile, just by itself, was like a beacon of light, guiding him home. You, just being you, shone brightly to him. Oh, how beautiful you must’ve looked under the shifting lights of the aurora borealis!

It took everything in him not to turn around and just look at you. Admire you. Capture how dazzling you were and etch it in his memory forever.

But he couldn’t. And so, he had to content himself with what he had. Not that it wasn’t good, it was great: the wonderful view, the feeling of holding you in his arms previously, you sitting back against him now, the joy in your voice, how you cared about him; it would all be kept in his memory and close to his heart.

You leaned back further against one another, tilting your heads so you could look at the sky right above you. You placed your hands on the floor for support at the same time, and you felt his hand just beside your left one, brushing against each other.

Very slowly, you held each other’s hands: first, he placed his pinkie over yours. Soon, his fingers were over yours, curled just enough to hold them gently. Then, you turned the palm of your hand upwards, and your fingers laced almost immediately.

You smiled to yourself, feeling happier than ever, wishing this moment could last forever.

And so did he.

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[dabislittlemouse]

Request for a Dabi X civilian marine biologist reader with a mermaid quirk. Reader has long dark blue hair and teal eyes. They've been dating for awhile, but she's always been there when Dabi wanted her company. When she goes on a research trip for a month, Dabi realizes how lost he feels without her. I would like a fluffy reunion fic of when she comes home to him and he decides to propose to her please. Let me know if you have any questions. Thank you in advance!

Hi hun! Thank you for making this request, and I’m sorry that it took a bit long. I hope you’ll enjoy this💙

REQUESTS ARE OPEN GUYS, ask me to write whatever you want.

“Till death do us part”

A wholesome Dabi x reader one shot. SFW

Tagged: @queenkhepri 

“One month?!”

You saw your lover’s cerulean eyes getting wider in surprise as he tried to process what you just said to him.

“Sadly yes”

“But these trips have never lasted more than a week”

“I know, baby” you caressed his cheek, your eyes full of sadness “I hate it too that it has to be this long but what can I do? But you’ll see how fast this month will pass by, we won’t even feel it”

You grabbed him gently by his jacket to pull him closer to you as you hugged him, comforting him that you’ll be back soon, that time will go fast. But would it go fast for Dabi though?

The connection between you and Dabi was something nobody could even comprehend. You were so much into each other that whenever you weren’t close, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Especially Dabi. Due to his.... tragic past we might say, he has always felt alone in this cruel world, nobody to be near for him and always feeling rejected. And when he found you, he felt like he found heaven. You showed him affection. You showed him what love is. You showed him that he deserved to be happy and loved like everyone else. You comforted him always when he had nightmares, telling him that the past doesn’t define him. That he is worthy, he is so strong and that you believed in him. He kept you close, you were his most precious gem. Whenever he’d come to visit you during your work time, he wondered if you were a character of some fairytale he used to read as a child. Your wet dark ocean hair falling on your shoulders, as you slowly got yourself up in the surface, your green teal eyes shining and giving him a smile which made his heart jump in excitement whenever he saw you. Your beauty was otherworldly. It’s not like every man got to have a girlfriend with mermaid quirk and Dabi considered himself lucky. He found your quirk amazing, everything about you was so unique to him. He liked to listen to you for hours and hours as you talked about the ocean, about your adventures in many trips you’ve been to, or the creepy encounters you’ve had with sharks. With you, everything seemed to be easier for him. With you, he for once thought that life can indeed be beautiful.

Dabi cupped your face with his hands as he kissed your forehead, looking you in the eyes. Damn, you could get lost in these piercing turquoise eyes of his...

“I understand my love” he quietly said. “I’ll miss you though. Please be careful, you’re precious to me.”

“I’ll miss you too” you felt tears forming in your eyes. “I’ll try to finish this as soon as possible. I can’t stay away from you either”

You gave him a deep kiss as he hugged you close.

“I’ll be waiting for you, princess”

*****

It has been 14 days since you left on your trip. Dabi thought this would be easy, that he would find something to distract himself and maybe, just maybe time would go faster and you’d be back on his arms again. But no, he was wrong. It got pretty hard for him, especially during the night. Since he is always used to sleep on your chest as you ran his fingers through his hair, now it was hard for him to sleep alone. Also he started having some nightmares of you never coming back again, he started getting anxious. Dabi thought that he was being overdramatic, that you’d be back again and never leave him alone. Of course you’d be back. But his dark thoughts just filled his mind to the point he wanted to scream and cry.

You tried to text him as much as you could, whenever you had free time. You let him know that he was on your mind all the time, that you couldn’t wait till you came back to him. You told him that everything is going to be okay, that he is so strong for waiting this long. Somehow these texts would calm him down and he would read them from time to time to assure his mind that everything is going to be okay.

You also send him some photos and videos of yourself swimming deep in the sea, and lots of sea creatures swimming nearby. He would watch them every day with a smile on his face. How did he get this lucky to have such an amazing girlfriend?

During this month of being alone, he fully understood how dependent he was on you. How his whole body and soul where on your hands. He never believed in love and he never thought he would love someone this much, but now he does. And he wants to make you his forever, to be bonded together for life.

He wanted this to be special. He was a perfectionist for sure, and he’d do anything for you. A whole week was spent only to find the most precious gem he’d give to you while proposing you to be his forever. Dabi felt a bit anxious at first, what if you said no? What if you weren’t ready? But then, he’d wait for you until you were ready, even if that meant waiting for a whole lifetime.

***

Finally a month had passed and that early morning you texted him that you’d be back by the afternoon. Dabi’s eyes shined with happiness. You too were so excited to meet your lover again, it’s not like that month had been easy for you either. No matter how busy you were during the trip, your mind constantly thought of Dabi.

Dabi was waiting for you near the port, wearing a black hoodie with a jacket and a pair of sunglasses so he wouldn’t be noticed by other civilians. His heart was filled with so many emotions, feeling butterflies in his stomach as he waited for your arrival. He noticed the ship coming near the port, and he noticed you sitting there. He was impatient. Fuck, he missed you so much.

As you got out of the ship, you noticed your boyfriend from afar. Your eyes filled with tears, your heart almost pumping out of your chest as you ran fast, faster than ever before. Dabi saw you coming towards him, and he hurried his way to you, with arms opened and a smile on his face. He’d be crying now if he hadn’t his tear glands burned. You screamed his name while jumping on him and making him fall over with you on top.

“My angel, my princess. My love. Fuck I’ve missed you” he hugged you tight as you kept kissing him all over his face, crying and giggling at the same time. He buried his head on your neck as his grip got tighter, hugging you so tight as if you were about to swim away at any moment.

“Dabi, I... I have missed you too. So much I-“ you couldn’t finish your sentence as you sobbed on his chest. “I don’t want to be away from you. Ever again!”

“Please don’t leave me again princess. This month was hell itself without you” he grabbed your face with both of his hands, wiping the tears off your cheeks as he stared at your eyes. “Fuck baby, you are so gorgeous. Please don’t cry now we’re back together again, my precious.”

You smiled as you both dived in for a deep passionate kiss, not caring if others were watching you. This month was torture for the both of you but it made you fully realize how much you needed each other.

***

You both spent the rest of the day together. He listened to you with full attention as you spoke about the adventures during your trip. He’d interrupt you to kiss your lips from time to time, like... way too often. You didn’t mind of course. It didn’t take long enough for it to turn into a makeout session.

Dabi had told you to be ready around 9PM so you could go somewhere together. You felt excited and so curious, because he didn’t tell you where you’d go.

You wore a cute dress in a babyblue color. Dabi couldn’t take his eyes off you as he told you to turn around and do a little spin. You felt flattered at your boyfriend’s praises and compliments, as he would come to kiss your blushing cheeks.

Dabi drove you both to an empty beach nearby, well... not that empty. There was...a table? With food in it. Two glasses of champagne and some candles around it. You’ve never had dinner in the middle of the beach. You jumped in excitement and hugged Dabi close.

“A date on the beach! I love it! You seriously did this all for me?”

“I felt like I haven’t done anything baby. You deserve more than this” he kissed your forehead and reached his hand. “Come with me”

You felt at peace, dining out on the beach with your beloved one as the sound of sea waves gently kissing the shore filled your ears. You felt happy. So lucky to have all of this, to have him. And you made sure to tell that to him every second.

As you finished eating and started walking together, you saw him stop for a moment. He turned you around, grabbed both of your hands together while looking in your eyes. You didn’t know what’s going on and you felt your heart pump fast.

“Y/N, my precious angel, you know I love you so much right? That I can’t live any second away from you”

“I do” you whispered, a soft smile on your face. “I love you too. So much”

He kissed your cheek as his grip on your hands tightened a bit.

“I want you to be mine forever. To be bonded with you forever, until the last seconds of my life.”

He kneeled down in front of you, roaming through his pocket and finally getting out, a ring. With a deep blue sapphire gemstone in it. Your eyes widened, your body froze for a second as he opened his mouth to speak.

“So... will you marry me, my precious? Be mine forever? Continue the rest of this life in each other’s embrace till death do us part?”

You gulped down, tears forming in your eyes as your hands started shaking. Dabi proposed you! You!! You were proposed by the love of your life! You couldn’t believe your ears and eyes. You tried to catch your breath, as you gave him the biggest happiest smile that has ever been in your face.

“I w-wanna be yours forever. And you.. mine”. Tears wouldn’t let you speak properly as you were getting way too emotional. So you decided to shout it out loud.

“I do!! I do want to marry you!”. The smile on Dabi’s face was indescribable, the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in this life. He put the ring in your finger, as you threw yourself to him, hugging him so tight almost taking his breath away. He chuckled as he whispered in your ear.

“I may kiss the bride now”

He cupped your face with his hand, pulling you closer and giving you a passionate kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck, as your tongues swirled together, exploring each others mouth. Then he pulled away, slowly kissing your tears and wiping them off with his thumb.

“I love you. You are my precious wife”

Wife.

His wife.

You couldn’t feel more happier. You had finally found your happiness. And it was him.

Your husband.

Your Dabi.

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SFW Alphabet | Nikaidou Kouhei

I’m so sorry you had to wait for so long, boo, but if you see it I hope you’ll like it! Absolutely agreed on that Nikaidou deserves much love too! Please enjoy ♡  You can check tosikowrites tag for more.  Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Before the unfortunate incident with Ogata and the bear happened, Nikaidou was such a braggart both about himself and his amazing s/o. They are the best around. He is one lucky guy to have them as a partner.

His main love language was going overboard with praise and physical touch. Not a day went by without Nikaidou paying at least one sweet compliment to the subject of his adoration. In addition, his face lighted up when they praised him for anything, be it his soldier's courage or deep dark eyes. Sometimes their dialogue turned into a verbal duel over who will overcompliment whom and it could last for half of the hour until one of them just started spilling the dumbest figures of speech imaginable.

But after the incident, things changed. Now he is all distant and quiet and then in a blink of an eye manic one running around in a stupefying delirium. When the painful realization of the horrors he and his poor brother endured becomes too clear, too close, Nikaidou’s whole world shrinks to the neck of a morphine bottle.

Physical contact? Well... After another maim, it is better to refrain from touching his bare skin altogether. But when Nikaido calms down (with the help of morphine or on his own), you can try to hug him and pat him on the head. Nikaidou himself refrains from initiating anything physical since the absence of his hand leaves him feeling less of a man and makes full-fledged embrace impossible. It truly saddens him.

In general, without his wonderhat and prostheses, Nikaidou feels extremely vulnerable and any touch of the skin near the supposed location of the ear, a stump of an arm or leg burns him like a red-hot iron. It is enormously aching, but for their sake, he can ignore it for a while. Their care is a medicine that is always in abundance but he is not the most compliant patient.

Once in a blue moon, he decides to give them a gift. The last one was made by Edogai. His fancy gloves of dubious origin have no frills, but are very pleasant to the touch, solid and hard. He has a hat, they have gloves, they match perfectly!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Quite literally friendship-emotional-rollercoaster. Becoming friends with Nikaidou is easy but maintaining this friendship requires effort. It most likely originated in cold soldiers' barracks from occasional small talk about the harshness of military life. As expected, Kouhei’s friend is Yuhei’s friend too, - find trouble, make it double, - making them a famous trio of rascals that brings nothing but distress to other soldiers.

Prior to the loss of the ear, scalp, arms, legs, brother, a good chunk of sanity Nikaidou would like to hang out almost every day, drinking, visiting geishas, sitting on the war department porch, and enjoying heated debate about the future attack. Picking on others is also one of their favorite activities. A little bit of gossiping? Yes, please. Do I need to mention they usually get to serve detention together as well.

After numerous injuries, he gets an unpleasant pulling sensation in the abdomen when the thought of losing them pops In his head. Nikaidou can afford one more limb being cut off thanks to confidence in Arisaka’s natural ingenuity but losing them? Not like they can be replaced by anyone. Moreover, they are dear to his heart because they are a living reminder of the deceased brother.

Lets them talk into the ear and translates whatever comes from it as a form of… conversation. Nikaidou looks like he is about to throw a tantrum when he once again has to work with Usami or Kikita instead of his dear friend. They are also the one Tsukishima can turn to when Lieutenant Tsurumi isn’t around and Nikaidou refuses to give up a bottle of morphine.

Friendship with him is like talking to a different person every time. He is an irrepressible optimist, a child in a crippled body, that shares frightening thoughts about capturing the Immortal Sugimoto. He is also an anxious tangle of nerves hiding from the daylight like it will burn him alive. He is also a serious veteran that will shot the enemy on the spot if they get too close to him or them.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Pick a wrong time and you’ll get to cuddle a wood log instead of a breathing human being. It is a matter of luck and good timing instead of a cute date idea with a loved one. Nikaidou, if in a playful mood, would tease his s/o pretending he has no idea what they want from him. Maybe, they want to shake his hand? Real one or a wood one? As soon as they make a move, he will crawl away with a wide snide smile on his pale face. Eventually, Nikaidou will surrender to their mercy and tight overwhelming embrace but before that happens, he will have some fun playing naïve dummy. Any other time when Nikaidou is obsessing over random idee fixe he will ignore any attempts to cuddle him and even may jump away from them like from the flame. His perception of the touch varies depending on the mood it seems.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

To keep it short, no. Nothing and no one can convince Nikaidou that he has even the slightest chance of becoming a family man. The very thought of something like this makes him burst into hysterical laughter. He is not suitable for this, it is not worth trying so broken man Nikaidou has already joined Ogata’s little I’d Rather Kick A Bucket Than Settle Down club. Mediocre in both cleaning and cooking, doesn’t need constant persuasion to do either.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Endured torment reduced the potential emotional pain to almost non-existing so it won't be difficult for Nikaidou to just leave, to cut them off for their own good. The assumption that they need to end the relationship indicates a major shifting in Nikaidou’s life (maybe, he already knows that his life will end this evening) but at this point, the break-up doesn’t seem like a significant event anymore. Heavily sedated he mutters something unintelligible and then with Arisaka’s bayonet precision cuts the rubbish and announces that they are no longer a couple, they won’t see each other, they should not look for each other under any circumstances, and walks away. No hesitation, no doubts, only humility and disconnection.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Would love to get married someday, spend the rest of his life with a loved one far away from the horrors of war and the gold hunt. However, its possibility seems so elusive and unattainable that Nikaidou decided to put this thought on the back-burner. Now his mind is preoccupied with the desire to slit Sugimoto the Immortal open so even if there is a loved one by his side Nikaidou is highly unlikely to propose. Any hints and mentions of the wedding fly into one ear and fly out of the other.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Nikaidou began to appreciate moments of vulnerability and gentleness after life dumped the pile of shit on him. The tides of tenderness are always unexpected but most often they happen in the middle of the night when he jumps up drenched in a cold sweat from a nightmare. That’s when he snuggles closer to them like a child scared by dreadful thunderclaps and branched lightning. There are not so many things he needs to be happy: a gentle kiss on the top of the head would do just fine. Nikaidou also shows his soft side when the silly childish nature overcomes the bereaved byproduct of the war he has become. Then life seems a little more fun for him, and even more pleasant with their fingers squeezed in his hand. Otherwise, he is completely closed off both physically and emotionally and if confronted can’t even figure out what a person wants from him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Each of their meetings awakens an irresistible desire in Nikaidou to embrace them in his arms and spin them around to the sound of their ringing laughter. However, as soon as he leans forward, slightly bends the knees so they can jump up for a hug, invisible threads pull him back. You can pinpoint an exact moment when it hits him that Nikaidou awkwardly straightens up and looks bewildered for where to put his hands.  In addition, he feels guilty either for the fact that he cannot give what they are asking for or for that he is so self-critical. If they still decide to take the initiative and hug him Nikaidou will not protest. So to say he never hugs them first but will return a hug half of the time.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It doesn’t take him long to confess, I’d say, time ranges from three to six months. Since Nikaidou quickly becomes comfortable with patient people who return his love, he will not miss the moment to mention how he feels. Each of his declarations of love is unique. Sometimes Nikaidou grabs them by the hand and runs away into the sunset to recite a verse in a secluded corner. Sometimes he spins around with puppy delight and chatters nonsense, mixing it with I love you. I really do. Did I tell you that I love you? Wait, did I? It’s impossible to get a serious confession from him even when Nikaidou gives the impression of a collected person. Absolutely ecstatic when his s/o whispers sweet nonsense and words of love into his ear. You can see it by the changes on his hat.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Nikaidou is one of those people who can go batshit crazy in the blink of an eye because of one wrong word. Even silence in combination with an appraising gaze flares him up like a red rag does so on a bull and there is no going back from this point. He is laconic. No empty threats, no long prelude. Once Nikaidou draws out a knife it’s between his rival and God. This man doesn’t mind getting messy since every outrageous deed of his will be blamed either on painkillers or someone else. Tsurumi probably won’t want him to end up behind bars or on the scaffold.

Won’t ever accuse his s/o of being unfaithful and will turn blind eye to red flags because… Perhaps he is simply not ready to lose another loved one. Without realizing it, Nikaidou ignores veiled disparaging phrases and undisguised interest in someone else for the sake of peace of mind.

That doesn’t mean he won’t kick man’s ass to prevent subsequent misunderstandings.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Messy, greedy, and ingratiating. He was pretty popular among girls way back in time so you can call him an experienced one and it shows. When Nikaidou is struck by unexpected amorousness in public, he will occasionally plant a kiss on his s/o’s cheek or shoulder. No, social unacceptability does not matter at all in a face of his feelings. In private he is just uncontrollable: Nikaidou goes from kisses to bites back to nibbling exploring them from head to toes. Prefers to kiss his s/o behind the ears, on clavicles, grooves between the ribs, etc. Any place where there is almost nothing between the bone and the covering skin makes his neurons fire additional dopamine. At the same time, he can be wayward about being kissed so the safest options are kisses on the cheek or nose.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I have reasonable doubts that any mother would want their kids to hand out around such a seasoned soldier as Nikaidou is but if it ever happened, they would have a fun time together. He turns into an absolute sweetheart when a little child grabs him by the hand and drag him along to show some sloppy hand-made craft. Even if Nikaidou tried to be harsh and unapproachable, his mask would fly off as soon as a high-pitched voice asked to play tag. Nevertheless, he prefers to stay away from kids to avoid scaring them with whatever frightening that could break through in his behavior. No need to give little one a recurring nightmare about limbs occasionally falling off to rumbling mirthless laughter. Never thought about having kids of his own but would definitely ponder if his s/o brought up this question. So, maybe, they and one or two cute little girls could make a perfect family?

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

They are erratic. To begin with, Nikaidou rarely spends nights with his loved one so catching him in the early hours is a tall tale. Much more often he visits them at lunchtime or even later in the afternoon having already fulfilled the plan to vex the top of the division. His mood has already dropped from a mania mark to ecstasy or normal level of excited agility making Nikaidou a skilled handyman, a voluble interlocutor, and an ardent lover three in one. While there is a free minute, he wants to mend creaking boards in the hallway right after describing the latest adventures in the smallest detail. May kiss them now and there between looking for the right tools and starring outside for a few sec. Overall Nikaidou endeavors to get the best of hours spent together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Just like with mornings, staying over in his loved one’s place is a gemlike rarity. By the end of the day Nikaidou still in full swing and keeps the same attitude as earlier. When his battery finally dies, he turns into sluggish sessile mollusca Nikaidou homebodius that refuses to leave the secure shellhouse even if they beg him tearfully. Since outdoor activities are no longer an option, his s/o can try reading out loud, playing different board games, or chatting. Sleep quickly overpowers Nikaidou and he drags his loved one to bed or, if they don’t really want to sleep, tricks them into sitting next to him while he is peacefully dozing off.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Before the accident, he doesn’t feel the need to talk through every little event that happened to him during the conscious years of his life. If they ask specific questions, Nikaidou will still describe the past in general. The childhood did not differ from theirs, filled with small problems and big discoveries (as for a child). Teenage years? Well, nothing special, been there, done this… Neither he asks too much about his partner's past.

After all of the shit he endured, suspicion forces Nikaidou to always be alert and keep the banalest things to himself. You have to be a trusted person with a big T for him to open up at his own will.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In a relatively safe environment and next to a loved one Nikaidou lowers his guard and allows himself to be amiable despite all irritants. He is too tired to worry, too tired to resort to passive aggression leave alone yell at them or show his anger in any other way so expect small sighs as a reaction to most stupid mistakes. Sometimes he just bursts out laughing instead of commenting on another misunderstanding. They may raise their voice in exasperation and Nikaidou would rather meekly look down than do the same in response. In a relationship, making him angry is not an easy task.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Nikaidou has a very selective memory which requires a strong emotional outburst to remember a thing. No matter how important it is in the eyes of his loved one or even in his own without proper reinforcement he won’t memorize it. For example, hypothetically and forgetting how he feels about the idea of family and marriage, on his wedding day he is overflowing with real solid happiness so naturally, this significant date will be engraved in his memory for life. Yet an important statement thrown in the boring conversation is unlikely to catch his attention. He pays little attention to anniversaries, remembers their birthday 5 times out of 10, and honestly is ok if they are just as thoughtful.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The first moment of non-sexual intimacy like bathing together. It left Nikaidou speechless in unsuspected awkwardness of being perceived as he is, without the chance to hide or leave. For the first time in a while, he finds himself wondering what another person thinks of him, what sees in from of them, what feels toward him. Thanks to their love Nikaidou finds himself comfortable in his skin and a little more grounded. In a good way.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Congratulations on acquiring the iron man of the century with a wide range of body modifications to make this life safer for you and your loved ones. He won’t think twice to use Arisaka’s creations, both mechanisms hidden in the limbs and simply rifles created by his design, to disintegrate the slightest threat to his dearest. Not everybody around is seen as an enemy even though Nikaidou is terrified of losing them especially taking into account the unfolding carnage. Won’t ever ask them to protect him, won’t let them do it under any circumstances and if they show willfulness, he will surely scold them after a scrape.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Thinking ahead is the fate of weaklings. He has thought out one or two dates before realizing how tedious they appear so after that Nikaidou decided to invest only in the form of spur-of-the-moment ideas. Remembers about the anniversary if his loved one hints at it coming but diligently picks up a classic gift for them under the supervision of Tsukishima or Tsurumi himself. Likes to do chores? Hell yeah. When in a good mood Nikaidou can replace a whole group of handymen.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Not particularly that ugly? This is a problem that seeps into everyday life slowly and imperceptibly but sooner or later his small misdemeanors in everyday social interactions start to show. He misses one social cue, makes the situation kind of uncomfortable but doesn’t notice it until someone cautiously points it out. He tends to interrupt mid-sentence, often gets lost in thoughts and it puzzles him if a person finds it rude. Nikaidou navigates in society more or less successfully but can inadvertently bring a little awkwardness to the group.

Well, he is prone to all sorts of addiction. Not only painkillers. Any stupefying substance is at risk of transitioning from I’ll try it once just to know what’s like to I’ll go commit multiple atrocities if I don’t find a bottle or two.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You probably don't expect to hear it, but outside the usual rush, Nikaidou prefers to keep himself neat and clean despite his style being on the weirder end of the style. He takes good care of his wooden limbs and repairs minor injuries himself. If the damage is done is beyond the limits of his capabilities, Nikaidou has no problem with asking Arisaka for a replacement. Definitely gets attached to clothes from his meager wardrobe easily.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

One of those people who won’t have energy left to go on without them. It’s misery. The devastation. The finish line right before the steep cliff that you don't have a spare second to stop from flying out into the abyss. Thirst for revenge helped him get back on his feet after losing his twin brother, who knows if it works twice. Overpowering sorrow sends Nikaidou into a frenzied episode of weeping and sobbing, he screams and wails like a wounded animal. If their killer is still around, he’ll try to cut them open in a fit of blind rage.

May fall in short psychosis and spend days sitting by their lifeless body, caressing heavy cold hands and peering in their lifeless eyes. Irreversibility of what is done hits him hard leading to gradual burnout.

And if they decide to leave him Nikaidou will hold a grudge. Everything is far from being as bad as in the previous scenario though, he just wants some space and everybody to shut the hell up as he stabs random objects. Secretly hopes for them to change their mind and come back. Somehow feels guilty about not being good enough.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

After 15 minutes of thinking, I came to the conclusion that I have none. Sorry!

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

It goes without saying changing Nikaidou is a waste of time like he is far from being a malleable clay and even further from mulling about adapt to someone's tastes. The thought is so bizarre that it fails to reach his subcortical structures and even if it did Nikaidou would rather flip a table and jump out of the window than agree to that idea.

The cold aloof type doesn’t get a pass either since without some effort on the part of the other person, they won’t pass the greeting milestone. Good luck in staring from afar as he evanesces with someone else's riffle running away from jaded Tsukishima.

People accustomed to planning every second of their lives with the scrupulousness of a busy businessman will have a hard time dealing with spontaneous shifts in Nikaidou’s mood and schedule. Half of the time he has a problem drawing a clock if you know what I mean.

Sugimoto’s relatives lmao, Nikaidou would definitely doesn’t like that in a partner.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Turns into an unmovable stone by ten and passes out with clenching on their hand using it as a pledge of good sleep. If he did not manage to fall asleep, it means that Nikaidou could not spend all his energy during the day and will have to do this in the middle of the night. Don’t be surprised if you wake up to a newly planted garden or Nikaidou stuck in the roof. No, I don’t know how.

Dreams mostly about his brother. Surprisingly, nightmares rarely bother him and Youhei appears in bright scenes, basically, in an alternative universe where they never have joined the army and stayed forever in the fondest hometown. After such dreams, Nikaidou wakes up with an unpleasant feeling of a lump in his throat but at the same time, even such an illusory meeting with his brother gives him the strength to keep going.

Indecisive whether he prefers to sleep with prostheses on or not. Prostheses on and Nikaidou is ready to protect and attack at any time but he would not want to make them uncomfortable

[demivampirew]

Kalentine’s Day

Henry x Plus-Size Reader

You can find more of my writings in the Masterlist

This was a request from @born2stronger : “what about if Henry meets reader through Instagram (we all know sometimes he checks on the comments) so reader gets his attention and he messages her.”   I hope you like it. 😊

Triggers: Fat- shaming; talking about the lost of a pet; feeling of nostalgia.

Tag list: @lunedelorient​​ @henrythickcavill​ @wolvesandhoundshowltogether​ @mary-ann84​ @desperate-and-broken​ @peakygroupie​ @summersong69​ @ivvitm1109​ @madbaddic7ed​ @iloveyouyen​ @the-soot-sprite @hell1129-blog​

"Happy Valentine's day everyone! For all of my fellow single pringles out there, you don't have to be in a relationship to enjoy today, it's about Love. Enjoy seeing others in Love, love your friends, your family, and especially yourself. #Kal #ValentinesDay #BestDogEver #KalentinesDay"

Henry wrote and posted the picture of Kal laying on the bed with a rose on his Instagram account.

Nostalgia hit him hard later that day. He wasn't in a rush to get back on the dating game, especially not after a recent disappointment with a lady, but he missed celebrating that day with a woman he would care about. He starting to imaging how that day would've been if there was someone special in his life: he'd had made breakfast for her to eat on the bed; he'd taken a stroll down the park after that, to enjoy the beautiful morning. They'd have had lunch in someplace fancy, then watch a movie and he'd prepare her favourite dish for dinner and he'd finish the day by making her feel unique. Every woman in his life was unique on his eyes, for best or for worst. That thought made him sigh deeply for what he decided to check some comments on his post. Cheeking comments on his photos was his guilty pleasure. He loved the nice comments and would laugh out loud whenever there were thirsty comments; some were a bit distasteful, others were cute and there were others that were so odd that made him chuckled.

As he was scrolling through comments, one caught up his attention. "@(your username) "KalentinesDay" you cracked me up, Mr Cavill! But I'd like to differ with the BestDogEver one; I love Kal, he's awesome, but my dog is...was the best. I lost him two days ago and I felt like my world crushed for I've had him since I was a kid. Being there holding his paw as the doctor put him down due to disease was the worst thing I've ever experienced. Sorry for ruining the mood, but thank you for the post, it lighted up my day! Have a nice KalentinesDay, Sir." He felt so bad for that person, so he entered her profile and hit the message option. "Hi Y/N. I saw your comment and I just wanted to say how sorry I'm that you lost your beloved companion. I've had Kal for a few years and I cannot even bear the thought of losing him, so I cannot imagine how must feel to lose your pal who's been there most of your life. Be strong. I'm sending you virtual hugs and lots of love. I hope you get better soon." After sending her the message, he checked her account for he saw a recent post with a picture of a lovely dog. It wasn't a mixed breed. It was a rescued dog. She talked so fondly of him, remembering the first day she met him and a few adventures they lived together. The stories warmed Henry's heart yet saddened him, knowing that his light had extinguished. There were a lot of pictures of her dog on her account and pictures of books and movies. Funny enough, most of the books she talked about were some of his favourites and the ones that he hadn't read, he took screen captures so he wouldn't forget to check them out. One of the movies she posted about was Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice and he had to see her thoughts on it. She agreed that the whole Martha plot was absurd, but the thing that bothered her the most, and in her opinion ruined the movie a little bit, was the fact that Doomsday was on the final trailer, for the movie would have been higher rated from her if she'd already known that he was going to show up. Yet, she disagreed with all the hate and the thought that the movie was bad: "It could've been better? Sure, Was it horrible? Absolutely not," "If it is too dark for you, don't watch it, period. Mr Snyder understands the soul of DC Comics. Dc is not lighthearted, accept that and move on" she wrote. Henry was too tempted to like the post and reply, but he decided that it was best not to do it. She didn't have many pictures of her, but he found one from two years ago. In the picture, she was standing to a bride and she hugging her. She had a pink dress on. Henry looked at her cute smile and was stunned by her beauty. In the caption of the photo, she wrote " Ignore my ugly fat ass... focus on my beautiful sister who just got married to her Charming Prince! Congrats, babe! Love you a lot and wish you a lifetime of nothing but happiness! ♥" Henry liked the picture and went straight to the comment section and wrote "You look gorgeous. I hope their love story is a good one and lives on." and press send. He was so caught by her, that without even noticing it, he went through every single post on her account, like all the photos she was in and same with pictures of books, movies and albums he liked.

He was having dinner with Kal when he noticed that he had a reply on IG. When he opened, he saw it was from the girl with the mesmerizing smile. "I think I should call the police, I have a stalker, 👀 😂" she wrote. "Thank you so much for the mood busting. It means a lot. He brought a lot of light to my life and it's hard to have to say goodbye." she confessed, "but instead of lying in bed crying, I'm going to use that energy to give love to another animal in need, that's what my baby would have wanted, I know it in my heart." she finished. Henry didn't wait for a second to answer her, even if that meant that his food would get cold. "Absolutely! Any animal would be lucky to have you as their momma." he assured, "Sorry for that, I didn't mean to be a creep. I swear I'm nice. I'm Superman" he joked. After a few moments, the girl messaged him again "Superman killed Zod, so...👀😜 ". "Low shot. Also, Zod was a villain" he went on with the conversation. " How do you know that I'm not a villain?" she joked, "Because villains don't love puppies" he grinned like an idiot in love as he pressed send. "Cruella did, though, 👀 😂" she said; "Touché. But I'm sure you're not a villain, you are too cute for that" he explained. "That'd be the perfect cover for a conquer the world masterplan, don't you think? To have everyone trust me and love me for me to be easier to control them?🤔" "Alright, you convinced me. You're the evilest villain in history. So, I should fly to wherever you are and get you." he playfully told her. "And I didn't want to sound creepy 😂. My apologies if my humour seems creepy," he apologized. "I think your humour is genius and I find it cute, no creepy," she pointed out. "Cute enough to meet me in person? 👀" he asked. "Absolutely," she accepted his invitation. "When are you free?" she questioned. Henry looked at the clock, it was 7:30 pm. "I'm free right now if you can." Henry offered, "Do you live in London?". "From the last couple of years, yes. I moved with my mom after my parents got divorced. She's was born here... I mean, yes, I live in London, sorry for the unnecessary information," she requested his forgiveness. "There's no need to apologize. I like getting to know more about you." he explained " Do you want to go to Mark's Club restaurant? It's a nice and quiet place where we can have a nice conversation" he proposed "I think I can get a last-minute reservation since I'm a member of the club." he informed her.  "Sure, I'm going to get ready. Tell me if you get the reservations or we can go anywhere else, I'm sure there are plenty of nice places to eat where there are tables available 😊" she said. "Great, I'm calling them right now!" Henry exclaimed excitedly and went into his phone contact list and press the dial button. He was lucky enough that the manager was a Superman fan and was quite fond of him, so he agreed to reserve a table for him in the busiest night of the year for restaurants. He shared the information to her and went to change as well. He put a white sweater and a nice pair of black pants on and black shoes. A grey blazer was his coat of choice.

He asked for her address to pick her up, but she opted for meeting at the club and he accepted because he understood that maybe she felt unsafe by giving her living information to a stranger. He couldn't lie that this gave him enough time to leave Kal with his friend Ben.

He waited for her inside the restaurant for there were paparazzi outside the place. Mark's Club was an exclusive place where many celebrities choose to eat in, especially in such occasions like Valentine's day - Guy Ritchie and his wife choose that place to spend the night and so did David and Victoria Beckham. Both couples came to greet him as soon as they saw him. His table was about to be ready and she wasn't there yet. He checked for messages on his IG but there were none. Has she stood him up? That'd have broken his heart; no because someone rejected him, but because she did it. He thought that he was losing his mind: being afraid that a girl he met that day on the internet might have played a prank on him and make him believe that she was interested in him.

When he saw that it was 10 pm, he decided that it was better to inform the host of the club that he wouldn't need a table after all. He was about to get up when behind him a female voice called his name. He turned around and stood, speechless. A beautiful woman on a red dress was standing in front of him, showing that glorious smile that captivated him ours ago on his phone.

- I'm so sorry I'm so late.- you apologized profusely - It took me ages to find a cab and then I've spent literally thirty minutes outside trying to get in because paparazzi were being annoying and would get in the way for me to get in.-she explained. - No worries!- he assured her- Honestly, I was a bit afraid that I've had been stood up.-he confessed, styling his hair backwards with his hand. - Absolutely not! I don't particularly enjoy pranks. Especially not in niece people like you.- she smiled and his legs were shaking.

At that moment the waiter approached you to let you know your table was ready. Henry said "Ladies first" indicating you to go first into the table area. The place was elegant. Henry waited behind your chair and as you sat in, he pulled it close to the table. He sat in front of you, grinning like the devil. That charming smile took your breath away.

Every word that came out of your mouth amazed him for your charisma and intelligence. You were not only funny, smart, confident but also beyond beautiful. He knew that wasn't love at first sight, but he could see himself falling deeply in love with you.

Halfway through the dinner, Henry finally noticed that lots of costumers were watching them. He found that odd since he was a regular there and there were plenty of celebrities on that place that night -some way more famous than him.

- I apologized if you feel uncomfortable with people watching us. Usually, they barely look at me. They know I'm an actor, but these fancy folks don't care much for Superheroes.- he explained. You looked at him with a smirk. - They're not looking at you, they are looking at me.- you pointed out. - Are you famous?- he asked confused and you chuckled because he meant it and it wasn't sarcasm. - Yes, I'm Ashley Graham.- you joked and his expression showed ignorance; he didn't know who she was.- She's a model.- you explained and he laughed apologizing for his lack of knowledge on current pop culture. He was beyond cute.- No, I'm not famous. They're looking at me because I'm "fat"; I'm a plus-size woman and they probably can't understand why are you having dinner with me.- you said and smiled- In another point of my life this would have hurt. It did for a long time. Whenever I'd be in a date with a thin man, people would look at us as if they were thinking out loud that he was too good for me, that he could do so much better than a fat girl. Thankfully I'm no longer in a place in which I'd blame myself for their judgement. I'm who I am and I'm ok with that. They can look all they want, they don't mean anything to me.-you shrugged- But, I need to know if that bothers you. I won't judge you if you are not into me. Maybe I'm confusing things, but the fact that you made a last-minute appointment for dinner on this day is because you have some kind of interest on me and I do for you too. I'm in for getting to know each other and maybe be something if we feel it later on. But if that's the case, if I got things wrong and you are not interested in my, just tell me. It's ok and we can be just friends if you want. All I ask from you is not to waste my time. Don't get me to grow feelings for you if you have no intention in returned them.- you requested. Henry went silent for a moment. Then he put his hand on top of yours, grabbed it and kissed it. He grinned and replied, "You got it right, gorgeous."

The dinner continued with you two laughing, drinking fine wine and having delicious desserts. You tried to grab the check but he took it so fast that you barely saw it. "I'll pay next time. That's the condition for me going out again with you" you indicated firmly and he agreed.

As you were about to leave, he noticed you didn't have a coat. "I was so hurried that I forgot to grab one" you explained and he immediately took off his and gave it to you, despite you telling him that you were ok, and helped you to put it on. He held your hand to walk outside, not caring if paparazzi took photos of you and he called a cab for you. It was easier for famous people to get a ride, you noticed. He drove you to your place and walk you to the door. He was much taller than you, so he leaned in to kiss your cheek and kissed your hand as well. Henry promised to call you the next day and walked towards the car. You reminded him of his coat and he asked you to keep it safe for him until next time you saw him. With a big smile, he got in the car and after you entered your place, you heard the cab left.

[dragonologist-in-the-making]

The Chase

Pairing: Charlie Weasley x Reader

Request: omg you still accept requests? can i please request for a charlie x reader where charlie's about to propose, but the reader's niffler steals the ring. the proposal's gonna be a surprise for everyone but every single weasley sibling finds out when they see charlie running around the burrow after the niffler while the reader keeps being distracted by molly & arthur. it all ends up w/ charlie holding up the niffler who's holding up the ring to you after dinner. she accepts of course :'D thank you!!

A/N: yes I do!! Also I L O V E the idea of this omg too cute. Also will I ever be able to end a Charlie fic without a reference to Molly? Seemingly not. I feel like I didn’t do this justice, the creative juices weren’t flowing really, just dripping slowly. I’m so sorry.

Wordcount: 1.3k

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Charlie was sat in the living room at the Burrow, a rare moment when the whole family was there, one that he planned to use to his advantage as he fiddled with the ring in his finger, one he had spent so long picking out, wanting to make sure it was perfect and just what y/n, his hopefully soon-to-be-fiancé, would have picked for herself. He was trying to figure out how to ask her, knowing that he wanted it to be their own private moment, but then have his family here to tell them shortly after, wanting it to be a surprise for everybody. He’d thought he was alone, hence why he had taken the risk of removing the ring from the pocket he had been hiding it in, too paranoid to set it down anywhere in case someone found it.

He was, in fact, wrong. Although he was the only human in the room, y/n’s favourite pet, her little niffler, was sat in an armchair, eagerly eyeing the ring in Charlie’s fingers as it glistened in the sunlight. Charlie became acutely aware of this, when in a second his hands became empty and he saw the little black creature running from the room.

“NO!” He shouted, unable to help himself, scrambling up and running out of the room, where his parents were stood in the kitchen, staring at him in shock.

“Was that-” Arthur asked, pointing at where the Niffler must have been before he ran out of the room. Charlie nodded, wasting no time in following the pathway towards the staircase.

“And was it holding-” he again nodded at his mothers words, hearing her gasp in surprise. “Oh, Charlie!” She squealed, and he turned back to look at the two of them as he heard y/n walking back from the garden.

“She doesn’t know. Please, just distract her until I can get it back.” He begged, vanishing from the kitchen as soon as his parents agreed to help him. He ran up the stairs, stopping on the first floor landing where Ginny was sat with the Niffler on her lap, rolling about happily as she willingly gave it all her attention. “Gin, thank Merlin. I need that bloody-” he cursed loudly as the Niffler took off at the sound of his voice, quicker than he could dive to catch it. He muttered a quick explanation of the situation to his sister, who clapped her hands in delight as Charlie was already racing up the steps, hoping that the twins would have caught the creature and made his job easier.

“Find everything you needed in the garden, dear?” Molly asked y/n with a kind smile, as she nodded happily.

“Yes, thank you. These plants were exactly what I needed, I better go and take them upstairs before they aren’t fresh enough.” She made her way to the staircase, but was halted in her tracks by Arthur.

“Can you tell me again about elektriky?”

Charlie reached the second floor, short of breath due to his erratic movements and the panic that was working its way through him. He was disappointed to see Fred and George stood in their doorway, looking at him sympathetically.

“Sorry mate, it’s gone up already.” Fred spoke, shaking his head.

“Stopped for long enough to show us the ring though.” George piped up, the two of them grinning. “Looks fancy.”

Charlie just shook his head, walking past them and up to the third floor, hoping that would be his last stop on the unexpected chase.

“I really need to get these upstairs, Arthur, or my whole morning has been wasted. I’ll come back and show you how a toaster works in a second.” Y/n stood up to leave, looking up in shock at the banging she could hear from above her.

“Probably Fred and George.” Molly smiled half-heartedly. “Might want to stay away for a while.”

The Niffler was sat outside Charlie’s door, taunting him. He looked up and saw Bill standing in his own doorway, no doubt having heard the situation, also trying to corner the creature. They both pounced, but the little creature was quicker than them, and had already raced upwards, no doubt heading straight to Ron’s floor.

“Good luck, mate.” Were Bill’s parting words to Charlie as he continued his race, scanning the fourth floor landing quickly and expectedly seeing nothing, continuing on to the fifth, and final floor.

He stood there, looking all around him, surprised to see nothing there. He walked into Ron’s room, the door open, and asked if he had seen the Niffler. After a thorough search of the room, magically and non-magically, he was defeated, knowing the Niffler had escaped him and that he would have to start his search all over again, whilst keeping y/n in the dark.

He walked back down the stairs and into his room, where y/n was sat on his bed, laughing as her pet nuzzled itself affectionately into her neck. He watched with wide eyes as she reached up to pet it, and saw the glint on her hand, where the ring was settled nicely.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find it?” she glanced at him, keeping her voice steady but amusement dancing in her eyes as happiness radiated off of her. “I thought you would know by now that the only person who can get something from Hughie is me.” As if to prove her point, the little Niffler pulled open his pouch and poured various more gemstones into her lap, looking wholly unashamed of itself. All Charlie could look at, however, was y/n, and she didn’t seem to be able to take her eyes off the ring which was still sat comfortably on her finger. He went and sat next to her on the bed, taking her hand in his, looking down at it himself.

“I’m sorry. You obviously weren’t supposed to find out this way.” He apologised, the pair both tearing their eyes away and towards each other. “I was planning something much more romantic.”

“This is so uniquely us though, isn’t it?” She laughed airily, slipping the ring from her finger and dropping it into his open palm. “I didn’t mean to ruin your moment either, but Hughie showed it to me and I just couldn’t help but try it on and see it there. I guess you know my answer though.” Her guilty smile made his heart drop, and the realisation hit him. He knew she would say yes, of course he did, but here she was, telling him before he had even had the chance to ask.

“y/n, I- I don’t even know what to say to you. I know we’re going to spend our lives together, and I want to make it official. I want to be your husband.” She closed the space between them, kissing his lips softly, gently, growing more heated by the second, as he pulled her back with him onto the bed. They only broke apart with the sound of a light clinking as metal hit the floor, the ring having fallen from Charlie’s hands as he wrapped them in y/n’s hair.

He leaned down, picking the ring up as y/n rolled off him, lying next to him propped up on her elbow. He held his hand out, and she placed her left hand on top. The ring sat once again on her finger, a perfect fit.

“I love you so much, y/n Weasley” he muttered to her, as she shook her head, grinning brightly.

“I think it’s a little early to be calling me that, Charlie.” She teased as he pulled her closer to him, nuzzling in her neck.

“Why wait? I don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Calm down, Charlie. We’ve got our whole lives together, and your mum is going to want to take her time with this.”

[twistinghearts]

Hello there...! I heard that you write self insert stuff so I was wondering if you could please write something involving Vil and the reader getting into an arranged marriage? They've known each other from being in the same dorm back in their NRC days and they don't romantically love each other but they decide to make the whole thing worked? I hope you don't mind the minor rambling!

Absolutely!! I adore Vil and this is such a unique and pure request.  Sorry it took so long. You didn’t specify a gender so I kept it vauge. Hope you enjoy~

As the child of a noble household you always knew this day would come, your parents would choose the best option for you. Or at least what they thought was the best option for you or the family, so there was no telling what kind of person you could be paired up with. At least you had gotten to pick the scenario where you got to meet your one true love. A cute little picnic with your favorite foods, what a better way to get to know someone? You had appeared early in the park to set up early so all that was left was to wait. You looked around the park, simply admiring the natural beauty around you. 

“Don’t forget to pay attention to your surroundings, little potato or else people can take advantage of you.” A familiar voice called out to you, and you looked over to see your old school dorm leader Vil Schoenheit. “Oh! Dorm leader!” The formality of your school interaction still stuck in your head. “I suppose that term doesn’t work anymore... Either way how nice to see you again.” The two of you weren’t exceptionally close in school but running into old acquaintances had its charm. You were especially curious if his strict and controlling personality had softened a little over the years.

“Yes... nice. We should move into the shade, the sun’s rays are extra harsh near sundown, though I assume you’re wearing sunscreen. Or did you take away nothing from your years in Pomefiore?” Nope. He was still the same. Great.

“Of course I’m wearing sunscreen! In addition to the protection from my foundation.” You protested, answering the second question before he could ask it. “And actually I’m waiting for someone, so I don’t know how long I’ll be able to chat.” You tore your gaze away from him to look for anyone else approaching and then it hit you. This wasn’t a random meeting by chance. It was him.

”Surprised darling?”  Vil took a seat across from you, a light amused smile gracing his lips. “You can stop gawking now.” 

You rolled your eyes. Was this how it was going to be now? His perfectionist nature controlling every aspect of your life. You had never had a strong issue with it at school, but you also didn’t have to spend long periods of time with him.

“You weren’t thinking this was going to be a romance movie cliche and the one you’ve been crushing on all along would be the one to appear. Life doesn’t work quite like a movie. Though I suppose, there is always the cliche of us actually falling in love by the end.” He picked up and ate a grape. “I’m being derisive of course.” 

“Yeah, I got that.” You set an elbow on the table and your chin in your hand. “Neither of those things are happening. Though you aren’t the worst thing ever.”

“I resent that a bit, however I feel the same. I was pleased to have known you already so I could prepare this.” Vil pulled a small velvety box from his pocket. He didn’t open it though. 

Your eyes widened, surprised. “A ring? That... isn’t necessary, is it?” You were excited none the less. 

“You think I would ever skip on a detail, especially one that others will symbolize as a token of our love story. Preposterous.” His brows furrowed for a moment, before relaxing into his usual smooth face. The box was returned to his pocket. “It would be improper to show you now. It will be a surprise, and I want to be able to capture that look on your face.” He pulled out his phone. 

Oh right, Magicam. He still did that? It made sense, he was popular and good at it. It might even help him make a living now. No doubt it would be helpful in promoting your parents business; a likely reason for why they picked him as your suitor. It brought up a concern though, “Do I have to always be in the spotlight with you now? That sounds like a hassle, and it’s not really my thing.” 

“Not always. I’ve worked too hard to simply share my spotlight with you. However there are certain life moments you’re involved in that I will want to share, like our proposal. Those must involve you. I will not cease my online presence for you either.” 

You couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a small frustrated huff, which caused Vil’s eyes to narrow slightly. “Problem?” 

“You just sound so pointed about everything. As if you had already made up your mind about how I was involved in your online life. I don’t want to participate, but you make it sound like I don’t have a choice.” You explained, “I don’t like things being decided for me. And while that’s how this marriage started that isn’t how it’s going to stay. I mean... I don’t want it to be like that always.” You altered your statement, seeing as the first one kind of made you a hypocrite. 

Vil was silent, as if processing.  “You get how it hurts-” You started again but you fell silent as he lifted his finger.  You struggled to not roll your eyes.

He ate another grape and finally answered, “Fine. You have a point, it can be frustrating to be bossed around.” ‘Even though I’m always right’ He internally commented. “I will consult you before making decisions that involve you and I expect you to do the same. Fair enough?”

“Of course.” You gave a nod, a smile spreading on your face. “Y’know... I think this relationship will work out just fine.” You two were communicating well with what you wanted, and you were both willing to try. All you could really do was hope for the best. 

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Chopped: Holiday Trope Exchange Masterlist 

A huge thanks to every person who signed up for our gift exchange, we got 18 really wonderful fics! For anyone who isn’t sure what this was all about, this was a double blind gift exchange where each of our eighteen (18!!!) writers were assigned four tropes from an anonymous recipient, and were tasked with writing a fic that fit our holiday theme, and included all the tropes. The only guidance from their recipient were a couple of brief notes they included during the sign up, and both the writer and recipient were revealed when we shared all the fics! These fics, as with all our Chopped fics, were creative and unique, and found ways to utilise tropes that may seem so simple in really spectacular ways! If this gift exchange, or any of our other Chopped events, have sparked your interest, keep your eyes peeled on this page for some future events we have planned, and sign up to join the fun! In the meantime, we hope you enjoy these wonderful holiday fics!

Love to everyone who participated, Bailey and Sara <3 

Let it Snow (And I’ll Get Sentimental) [G] (Memori) 

Written by @mylifeiskara, for @hostagetakerandhistraitor​. The four assigned tropes were 1) friends made a bet, 2) one character kisses the other and the one who got kissed is shocked still, 3) amnesia AU, 4) ark AU (or any other AU where the story takes place in space).

All John Murphy wants for Christmas is for Emori to remember who he is.

Won’t let you go [G] (Clurphy) 

Written by sapphictomaz, for @vmreed​. The four assigned tropes were 1) childhood friends-to-lover, 2) grounder au, 3) tattoos, and 4) body painting

There is nothing shared in Clarke and Murphy's lives. They come from opposite clans who have a history of warfare between them. She lives in the jungle, while he calls the mountainside home. She celebrates the holidays by dancing the year away, and he does so by claiming dominance on another year that has passed.

They meet, anyways, and realize that sometimes, you have to make your own traditions.

Contained Constant Chaos [T] (Murven)

Written by @vmreed, for sapphictomaz. The four assigned tropes were 1) Post-Apocalypse AU (different from canon), 2) Found Family, 3)Hurt/Comfort, and 4) "You're an asshole to everybody else, but you're nice to me"

“Please don’t kill me.” He said, stupidly.

She raised an eyebrow, saying nothing, but offering him a box of tampons.

and i’ll die by your side if you want me to [T] (Memori)

Written by @dylanobrienisbatman​, for @justbecauseyoubelievesomething. The four assigned tropes were 1) based on a tv show (author chose Timeless), 2) soulmate AU, 3) fake dating, and 4) timeloop/groundhog day AU.

Murphy got tapped to come work for a special project after he was arrested for stealing a military vehicle right off of the base (long story). Turns out the special project... involved time travel... so theres that. About 6 months after he signed on, it all went horribly sideways, and now they were chasing their friends across history, trying to stop them from making a horrible mistake.

Thats how they end up in the middle of World War I France on Christmas day in 1914. Thats how she dies.

And then... somehow... the day begins again. Can he figure out a way to stop The Blake Siblings from wrecking history forever and also save the girl?

This Christmas, You're All That I Want (Just Don't Tell Anyone) [G] (Bellarke)

Written by @bellarkestitchdelena​, for @captaindaddykru​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Joke kiss turned serious, 2) The main ship must share something (can literally be anything), 3) Two characters giving extremely biased flashbacks to an event, and 4) Secret Relationship.

It all starts trying to prove Murphy wrong

Season’s Grievances [G] (Multi)

Written by @hostagetakerandhistraitor​, for @teeandsnowflakes​. The four assigned tropes were 1) a terribly loud crash and one of the characters yelling ‘IM OKAY’ from another room, 2) huddle for warmth, 3) found family, and 4) one character is ‘icy’ and slowly defrosts. 

Bellamy and Raven have been best friends for over 3 years. They found each other at their low points and bonded to turn each other into better people. But when Bellamy starts dating Raven's ex, Echo, things get icy. This is a story of family, friendship, romance, betrayal, culinary inaptitude, with a slight zest of things I wanted to be canon. Also a Blake family Christmas party.

Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time [M] (Bellarke)

Written by @eyessharpweaponshot, for @shen-gong-oops​. The four assigned tropes were 1) One character has a child, 2) Characters are not together but are mistaken for a couple, 3) Terribly loud crash and one character goes ‘oops’ in a casual voice, 4) Two characters giving extremely biased flashbacks of the same event.

How long have you been in love with him? Seven years now?’ ‘Eight’ Clarke corrects him, her voice muffled through her hands as she cups her face. She’s still trying to calm her heart rate down. Murphy simply laughs, his amusement of this clear as day. ‘Don’t know what you’re laughing at. You were in the same boat with Raven’ Clarke reminds him. ‘Not for eight years, I wasn’t.’ Clarke rolls her eyes. She should never have told Murphy. The results of too much wine and being the last ones standing after a night in Grounders a couple of years ago. ‘Look, all I’m saying is it might be worth telling him’ he shrugs, leaning against the broom in his hand. Clarke gives him a pointed look. ‘Nobody is telling Bellamy anything.’

Christmas time, a harbouring secret and a festive get-together. The perfect combination.

where the love light gleams [T] (Murven)

Written by @teeandsnowflakes, for @kuklash​. The four assigned tropes were 1) meet cute, 2) first kiss, 3) surprise proposal, 4) pregnancy AU.

Raven hadn't been home for Christmas in four years, but the one year she did, she met Murphy, new in town since she had last been there, and learns a very important lesson about the holidays.

i know you can feel the magic we don't need to talk about it [T] (Bellarke)

Written by @captaindaddykru , for @eyessharpweaponshot​. The four assigned tropes were 1) exes, 2) jealousy, 3) protectiveness, 4) modern au. 

Christmas eve, Clarke's sort-of-ex shows up at her door in the middle of an awkward family dinner and so she ends up flashing him. Holiday spirit and all.

Dance Your Way Home [T] (Becho)

Written by @justbecauseyoubelievesomething​, for @dylanobrienisbatman​. The four assigned tropes were 1) historical AU (1920′s or earlier), 2) almost kiss/interrupted kiss, 3) holiday party, and 4) sunrises.

“We need to get you home. You’re freezing.”

Home. She has no home.

Everyone Telling You Be of Good Cheer [G] (Clurphy)

Written by @kinetic-elaboration​, for @hopskipaway​. The four assigned tropes were 1) amnesia, 2) found family, 3) oblivious pining, and 4) and mistletoe kiss.

“Merry Christmas, by the way,” Clarke adds, which settles that.

“You too. Merry Christmas.” He takes down Bellamy’s NYU mug without thinking, tries to shake the feeling that he’s no more than an extra in Clarke’s amnesiac version of Groundhog’s Day. That this is, somehow, normal. That he is not wondering, the thought like an invasive little jingle in his ear, what she thinks yesterday was.

The day after Murphy, Clarke, Bellamy, and Raven return from disappointing family Christmases, Clarke wishes that they could have spent the holiday together instead. A fall down the stairs, a bout of amnesia—and suddenly it’s Christmas again. And again. And again. Reliving the day puts even Murphy into the holiday spirit, and helps him learn to open his heart to his friends, and to the possibility of love.

3 Times Murphy Lost a Fight, and 1 Time He Didn't  [M] (Clurphy)

Written by @kuklash​, for @mylifeiskara​. The four assigned tropes were 1) 3+1, 2) Oblivious Pining, 3) Work Party, and 4) First Kiss.

Dec. 20th, 2003

"This party is gonna fucking suck, Clarke."

"Of course it’s gonna suck, Murphy, but if you want this job you have to schmooze," the blonde said with an eye roll. "The best place to schmooze is the company Christmas party."

A Little Brighter [G] (Bellarke)

Written by @shen-gong-oops​, for @bellarkestitchdelena​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Rivals to Lovers, 2) Arranged Marriage AU, 3) Pregnancy, and 4) Sunsets.

Taking a deep breath, he turned towards Clarke. "If I were to take up your father's offer for knighthood, please know, I do not wish to be the knight to the princess of all Arkadia."

Or: Bellamy takes a really long time to realize he's being a hypocrite.

when i’m feelin' alone (you remind me of home) [G] (Clurphy)

Written by @hopskipaway​, for @probably-voldemort​. The four assigned tropes were 1) royalty au, 2) marriage pact, 3) clumsy character, and 4) roommates. 

Within the walls of the palace, Princess Clarke of Arkadia lives a quiet and lonesome life.

That is, until John Murphy waltzes into her life and changes it forever. She’s not complaining.

sweet dreams of holly and ribbon, mistakes are forgiven, and everythin' is icy and blue, and you would be there too

make my wish come true [T] (Murven)

Written by @probably-voldemort​, for @kinetic-elaboration​. The four assigned tropes were 1) almost kiss / interrupted kiss, 2) holiday movie (as in being in a holiday movie), 3) friends with benefits, and 4) band au. 

It's been ten years since the Delinquents went off air, so clearly it's time for a reunion in the form of a Christmas special. Yeah, it sounded like bullshit to Murphy, too, but he hadn't seen the crew since Raven's wedding a few years back, and he'd managed to convince Kane that his character should have a dog, so there was no way it could be all bad.

Right?

Last Christmas [NR] (Bellarke)

Written by @bellarkeshoe​, for @hiddenpolkadots​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Exes, 2) Fake dating, 3) Kiss under the mistletoe, and 4) Modern Au.

Bellamy Blake never thought he would see Clarke Griffin again in his life. At least, not after the way things ended. He wished that things had gone differently because well, he cared about her. He loved her and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He never even really got the chance to tell her that.

Everything happened so fast. One moment he is as happy as he can be, enjoying his life as a professor with an amazing girlfriend, and just like that, his world came crumbling down and over one huge misunderstanding.

But when they ended it, they both said some things they didn’t mean, or well he hoped she didn’t mean what she had said, he knows he didn’t.

But that is all in the past now, he can never forget about her, he still thinks about her everyday, but there is nothing he can really do about it. Clarke hates him for some reason and he doesn’t know if he’s totally over the fact that she ended things.

He is sure she had a good reason to. I mean at least that’s what he hopes. If the love they felt for each other was genuine and real than she should have had a very good reason to end things, right?

your eyes outshine the town, they do [T] (Bellarke)

Written by @hiddenpolkadots​, for @thelittlefanpire. The four assigned tropes were 1) magic au, 2) competing businesses, 3) secret relationship, and 4) kiss in the snow.

“I’m going to make you enjoy Christmas,” she tells him, her confidence in herself almost overwhelming. “I can’t do anything about the weather but I’m pretty sure I can handle the rest. By the time the season is over you’re going to love Christmas.”

“I highly doubt that,” he says, staring at her hard. “I may just tolerate it at best.”

“I’ll take it,” she says, “Bellamy Blake, prepare to have the best Christmas of your life.

or, sometimes christmas is you and your rival falling into a snowbank together.

Taste of Arkadia [G] (Bellarke)

Written by @thelittlefanpire​, for @bellarkeshoe​. The four assigned tropes were 1) Rivals to Lovers, 2) Character A catches Character B crying, 3) Modern AU, and 4) Competing businesses (author’s choice).

Before Christmas, the Chancellor of Arkadia charges his son with the task of repurposing the city’s warehouse district into a cool, hip hub for commerce and camaraderie.

At its opening, an impromptu competition among the many businesses in the area begin for the best spot in the ARK.

Take a read! Leave a kudos/comment! These fics are so unique and fun and the authors worked so hard on them. Thanks so much!

[lashtoncurls]

I was wondering if you could write an imagine based off the song Single by The Nbhd with Calum? :)

This song is so cute! And The Neighbourhood is one of my faves!

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Dave and Calum had been best friends since primary school, spending almost every waking moment together. It was almost a habit that they would spend time together all the time, but when Y/N came into the picture, it all changed.

Y/N is Dave’s younger sister, and he was very protective of her. She was young enough that Dave wanted to keep her safe. And the unspoken rule of never dating your best friends sister was very clear to Calum, so he always helped Dave protect her. But as Y/N got older, it became harder for Calum to not take a liking towards her.

Now that she was 18, he looked at her in a different light. He loved the way the corners of her eyes would crinkle when she laughed, and the way her lips quirked up when she was up to no good. The way her hair cascaded down her back and her love for pups and ice cream. Y/N was beautiful in her own way, a unique person inside and out. She wasn’t a shallow girl like all the ones Calum had met before so he started talking to her more, ignoring Dave’s silent pleas to stay away.

But it wasn’t a one sided thing. Y/N also took a liking to Calum. Growing up, he had been her brothers friend only. But it was impossible to not like someone who was as kind and caring as Calum. She loved the way he would express himself of his own sister and family. Y/N loved the way Calum talked about his music with passion and excitement, always wanting to get better. He was humble about everything and that was why she liked him.

It wasn’t like they were trying to stay away from each other, but they found themselves looking for each other more often. Calum would stop by with the excuse of seeing Dave, but he would stay and chat even if he wasn’t home.

One day Calum stopped by, hoping that Y/N was home alone. He wasn’t looking to do anything but chat, but Dave had noticed that he was stopping by more, and always threw warning glances.

“Dave, it’s Cal.” He walked into the house, not needing to knock.“He’s out with Megs, Cal.” Y/N said as she came to the door, greeting him with a smile. Calum pulled her in for a hug, and she happily hugged him back. “Oh, date?”“Yep, I think he’s planning to propose soon.”“Wow, Dave getting hitched. No one saw that coming.” “Hey, he’s capable of loving.” They both laughed at the boy in subject. “Anyway, what’s got you by? Thought you were busy with the band?” “No, small break.”

They were now in the kitchen, Calum sat on the island counter while Y/N took a seat on one of the stools. Calum looked at her with hungry eyes, but not in a perverse way. He wondered about the way her lips would taste and the softness of her skin. There were limits when Dave was around, and touching each other in any way was something that never happened, only small hugs goodbye.

“So what about you, have you anybody?” Y/N asked, hoping that he would say no, knowing that if something happened between them, it’d be strictly platonic.

“Nope, just focusing on my music.” Calum responded, but he took notice in the way her eyes sparkled at his response. “But there might be someone I’m interested in.”

“Yeah? Details, Hood.” Y/N’s eyes lost the sparkle in them, and Calum decided to tease her just a little.

“Well she’s beautiful, the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She loves her family and won’t let anything happen to them, yet at the same time she couldn’t hurt a fly. I love the way she speaks of her passions and her love for pups, specially my Duke.” At the mention of this girl knowing Duke, Y/N got sad, and Calum only laughed “She’s super oblivious to her surroundings sometimes but that’s what I love about her. She’s so innocent yet so aware of the things going on.”

“Wow, Calum. You sound like you’re in love. When are we meeting this girl? My mom would love to meet her.” Y/N spoke with annoyance clear in her voice. Calum chuckled and made his way to where Y/N sat, turning her around.

“Y/N, are you really that oblivious to who I’m speaking about?”“I’ve never met any of the girls that Dave’s told me about, just curious.”“Oh, pretty girl.” He looked at Y/N before bringing his hand to her chin. “There is no one. I’m talking about you.”“W-what?! I’m your best friends little sister. How would you find me attractive?” Y/N spoke frantically, a squeak in her voice, but she couldn’t hide the excitement she felt as a smile laced her lips. “How could I not? I’ve watched you grow up. I watched you grow from the awkward girl with glasses and braces to this beautiful soul that you are now.”

Y/N couldn’t say anything, even though she knew what she wanted to say and do.

“Say something, pretty girl. You’re making me nervous here.” Calum chuckled once again, causing Y/N to giggle as well.

Her voice wouldn’t come out, so she did the only thing that came to mind. Calum’s hand was already holding her chin up to his face, so she moved her hands around his cheeks, enjoying the feel of his light stubble. She smiled as he raised and eyebrow at her with a smirk. Y/N returned the smirk before bringing her face to his, kissing his lips lightly and slowly.

The gasp that escaped Calum’s mouth in that moment, put a small sense of pride in Y/N. He loved he way her soft lips felt against his, and the way she tasted. He inhaled in her scent, drowning himself in the feeling of her hands on his face, her lips and her scent. Y/N pulled away and looked at him with a smile on her lips, her eyes glistening, but the moment was soon interrupted by the front door opening and booming voice.

“Dude that’s my sister! What the actual fuck!” Dave’s boomed through the house, causing Y/N to grip Calum’s hand tighter.

“Dave, dude, you’ve always known I like her.”“So you take the opportunity to make out with her when you know I’m not here? Y/N go to your room!”Y/N got up from her chair as Calum kissed the top of her head and gave her a reassuring smile. He would make this right with Dave, he had to. They were family to him, and he liked Y/N too much.

“Dude come on, you have to understand. I’ve watched your sister grow up. And I have no intentions of hurting her.”“Cal, she’s so young though. I don’t think she’s mature enough to understand what it would be like to be with you.”“Y/N is old enough to make her own decisions, guys.” Meg, Dave’s girlfriend, added. “I know she is. But it worries me that your lifestyle will be too much for her. She’s so young.” Dave sighed as they sat around the kitchen island.

Y/N stood at the top of the stairs, listening to their conversation. She huffed at her brothers answer. She knew what came with dating Calum. Even being in his life as his best friends sister, the life style followed him. It came with the territory of being in a famous punk rock band, a very successful one at that.

“Mate, she’s old enough to know that I’d never do anything to hurt her and make her feel unloved. Yeah the shit that I go through comes with what I do, but I know you’d beat my ass if I did anything. I really like her.” Calum’s eyes lit up as Dave sighed and dropped his face on his hands.

“Fine, Hood.” Relief flooded both of them. “But the first time I see her mad at you for something you did, or if I see her crying, I’m going after you. Got it?”

“It means so much to me.” Calum hugged Dave as Y/N made her way down the stairs into the kitchen, running into Calum’s arm right away.

“You would be listening.” Dave chuckled, but he knew that Y/N would be safe the minute he looked between them, and knew that they genuinely liked each other, and Calum would do anything to keep her safe.

[raendown]

Chapter: 4/8 Pairing: MadaraTobirama Word count: 1345 Summary: After having his eyes opened in a sudden - and violent - manner, Madara immediately begins his wooing of one Senju Tobirama.

It turns out, however, that Uchiha courting rituals are rather…unique.

Madara would say it’s going well. Tobirama would say something entirely different.

Follow the link or read it under the cut!

Love Done Right: Chapter 4

Up until the messenger came barreling in to his office chattering like a frightened squirrel, Tobirama’s morning had been going rather well. There had been no emergencies, he hadn’t made anyone cry yet, and Hashirama had been suspiciously well-focused on his own paperwork for once. All in all it had been fairly peaceful right up until the moment his office door had crashed open to admit a terrified looking man wearing a striped band around his arm marking him as a page.

“Tobirama-sama there’s been a disturbance in the marketplace. We need your help; please come quickly!”

He was up out of his chair and marching out of the office before he had the better sense to question things. As the messenger trotted along behind him, Tobirama cut through the babble and got straight to the point.

“What’s going on?”

“It’s Madara-sama. He lit fire to the side of that little bakery on the east side of the market!”

“He what!? That fool!”

Since it seemed the situation was more serious than he thought, Tobirama recognized that quicker action would be required. Without bothering to stop and bring the messenger along with him he reached for one of the markers he had hidden around the marketplace and stepped through space only to appear in the next instant a mere two blocks away from where he was needed.

Arriving on the scene told him that he didn’t quite understand everything about what was going on here – and that he absolutely did not want to either. Madara stood next to the healthy little fire he had created with his hands on his hips and a proud smile stretching from ear to ear. When he sensed Tobirama arriving he turned to beam at the newcomer, not an ounce of shame or regret to be found on his face. He was clearly under the impression that Tobirama wasn’t about to mutilate him.

“Uchiha,” Tobirama growled, shoving their faces up close, “what is going here?”

“I made a fire!”

“Yes I can see that. Why?”

“For you; why else?”

Left eye twitching, Tobirama nearly bit his tongue off chewing over those words. Whatever this idiot’s issue was, it seemed that he was in the mood to be sarcastic rather than allow a rational mind to help with his clear mental problems. Not that he would have gotten much help. Just because that innocent smile of his was surprisingly cute did not mean that Tobirama was willing to forgo kicking his ass over this.

His own thoughts jerked him upright rather suddenly and Tobirama whipped himself around to face the fire instead. Had he just thought of Madara as cute? Unacceptable. Now the idiot was invading his own head and that deserved a much more serious punishment. It was time to break out the big guns for this. Tobirama smiled a very unfriendly smile as he brought his hands together, gathering much more chakra than was necessary for dealing with such a tiny little flame. Behavior such as this called for the worst punishment he could think of: he would definitely be siccing Hashirama on this imbecile later.

Due to how irritated he found himself, Tobirama felt it was nothing less than understandable that he allow himself to vent a little against something he couldn’t really harm. The wall of the bakery looked fairly sturdy with its thick stone base, thankfully, so it hardly even bent very much at all when his admittedly excessive water jutsu crashed in to it, spraying the gathered onlookers and soaking Madara from head to toe.

It also put out the fire but at this point that was almost a tertiary interest to Tobirama.

“There. Are you satisfied?” he snarled in his antagonist’s direction. Madara’s face had a dreamy, floaty look to it.

“More than satisfied, yes.”

Glaring as hard as he could, Tobirama curled his fingers in to claws and stomped away without another word. Madara had always been an annoying little shit but it appeared his younger sibling’s sass was finally rubbing off on him. One more word out of him and Tobirama really would have committed that murder without regret. Every one of these incidents brought him closer and closer.

The image of Madara’s stupidly adorable smile haunted him throughout the rest of his day, serving only to irritate him further. How dare that boob invade his thoughts in this manner?

 -

 Although he truly did mean to go straight home, Madara’s emotions were riding just a little too high on the success of his brilliant idea earlier. Somehow he found himself wandering aimlessly through the streets of the Uchiha district as he tried to calm his racing heart. Today had certainly been a day to remember. Between his intended’s response and finally getting revenge against that stupid bakery it was a wonder he didn’t float straight up in to the sky with happiness. Had anyone in history ever been as in love as he was right now?

Probably, but he easily ignored that thought. Clearly his love was superior.

“Madara-sama!” He turned at the sound of a voice calling him from behind to find one of his distant, half related cousins hurrying towards him.

“Hikaku,” he greeted with a short nod.

“Our whole clan is buzzing with the news! They say you’ve been spotted courting Senju Tobirama!”

Puffing up his chest with pride once more, Madara attempted a haughty look and hoped that his lingering soppy smile didn’t ruin the effect. “I am. Things are progressing wonderfully. He made his response to my gift today.”

Hikaku listened excitedly as he recounted everything which had happened so far, looking more and more impressed with every word. By the time Madara finished telling him about today’s successful events the young man was positively green with envy yet he still appeared happy for his clan head.

“I must say, I certainly didn’t expect to hear that things were going quite so well,” Hikaku said after digesting everything he’d heard. “Such an impressive jutsu today could only mean that he’s accepting your advances! You could propose tomorrow and he would most certainly say yes!” Madara spluttered with embarrassment at the very thought.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not going to propose tomorrow! It’s still just a bit too soon. Tobirama deserves things done the right way and he hasn’t given me the traditional indication that he’s ready for that just yet. Soon, hopefully.”

“Well allow me to offer you my congratulations, Madara-sama. May your future together be a happy one.”

Watching the man bow, Madara used the time unobserved to pat at his cheeks and hope that he wasn’t blushing as obviously as it felt like he was. It seemed this courtship business would be the ruin of his reputation as an unfeeling man but he couldn’t truly bring himself to regret it. At least Tobirama was able to see how seriously he was taking this; if it was that clear to his entire clan then surely the whole village could see it too. It was a wonder Hashirama hadn’t tried to interfere yet, although Madara counted his blessings on that front.

Hikaku straightened and offered him a congenial smile, to which Madara harrumphed and nodded in his usual manner. Just because his reputation was changing didn’t mean he had to let anyone think he was going soft. Clearing his throat, he let his eyes slide off to one side and tried to affect the same old distant expression he generally used to interact with other people.

“Yes, well. I must be going now. Need to speak with Izuna. He’s taken a great interest in all of this, you see.”

Rather than wait for his cousin to reply, Madara spun on his heel and hurried off in the direction of home, where he should have been heading in the first place. He couldn’t wait to tell Izuna how well Tobirama had responded to him today. Hopefully his brother would have a few suggestions for how to proceed now that the courtship had officially been offered and accepted.

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A Day of Ed [An EddEddy Fanfiction]

NOTE: This is a follow up to Double Dee, The Patient! Yes, I am still very obsessed with this story and always will! I hope you enjoy!

Sitting outside on their deck on a fine day in March was bliss to Edd and Eddy. Especially after a rough couple of days. It almost felt as if they were in a different world. The week started off like any regular week where they’d go off to work and then hardly seen one another. So much happened in a short amount of time.

Never having to return to that miserable auto place ever again was the best feeling to Eddy. He instantly felt a heavy weight lift off his chest. But then when it came to telling the news to Maurice the man was both relieved and sad to hear that his favorite work buddy was quitting.

Edd and Eddy sat together in chairs supplied by the owners of the apartment building. Each apartment had two, along with a small table. Two glasses of water were filled to the top. They needed to stay hydrated.

Summer was beautiful here. With the way the sun relaxed over the houses when it set. They only ate out on deck once which was when they first moved in last May. It was close to the city, big enough, and was also cheap. A plus, Eddy marveled over.

The young couples pose could have been a cute portrait. Edd had his feet raised up on a stool and a brown soft blanket covered him for warmth. The man was still weak and achy from his battle with the flu. His cheeks looked much healthier at least. Eddy could hardly look at him without his heart breaking when he was as pale as a ghost.

Edd definitely made a recovery back from the dead for sure. He still complained about his back however. The diagnosis, from Edd, was that he must have strained his back after his many trips to the bathroom.

Just then the neighbor from the apartment on the end came out. The woman was wearing a coat and her son, who must have been around four, was flying his toy plane around.

“Hi Mr. and Mr. McGee!” The little boy cheerfully greeted, waving. His mother grabbed his hand and she uncomfortably eyed the two gentlemen as they walked passed. “Are you feeling better?” he asked Edd.

“Much better, thank you. I’m still recovering.”

The woman flinched and immediately disappeared down the stairs before another word.

“What crawled up her ass?” Eddy asked taking a sip of water once she was out of earshot.

“Eddy!” Edd scolded lightly tapping his arm. He was still weak from being ill. Eddy still had to support him whenever he walked. Hopefully he’d be up for a little adventure tomorrow.

Eddy held Edd’s hand and smiled over at the man. Edd sighed. His lips curled up, smiling. Eddy’s loving smiles were so contagious. Speaking of which…

“I’m surprised you never contracted the flu, Eddy.”

Eddy giggled. “Oh, you know. Guess I got super powers!” He laughed, not able to help himself. Edd gingerly laughed at Eddy’s humor. His hands were still gently placed against his stomach. Yes, it was better, but Edd still aches all over. He didn’t have much strength to talk, either.

“The flu is very contagious. I worry about everyone in our apartment complex. Once one episode happens it’s sure to travel.”

“Are we gonna move if there’s an epidemic?” Eddy joked.

Edd looked out at the scenery watching passing cars and occasional passerbys. The downstairs neighbors dog roamed the yard tied to its leash. And then he witnessed another young couple kissing each other goodbye in the shared driveway. Each person who lived here had a story. They were all unique.

“I like it here, Eddy,” Edd said in a whisper. He felt that he may ruin the mood if he spoke too loudly.

“Yeah. Me too,” Eddy also said, quietly.

Edd turned, surprised. “Do you really?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Nothing. It’s just that I thought you were unhappy,” Edd admitted, clearly sounding nervous.

“‘Cause I never get to spend time here,” Eddy explained. He adjusted himself so he could look into Edd’s green eyes. Edd stared lovingly into his blue eyes. Just then a realization came to Eddy. “We’ve been married for only ten months, sockhead.”

Edd blinked, also surprised. “Has it really?”

“Yeah. It feels so much longer doesn’t it. I only proposed at the beginning of the year! Can you believe that!” Eddy was so excited that he was jostling Edd’s arm, disturbing him. “Sorry,” he apologised.

“It feels as though we've been married our whole lives,” Edd said.

“Yeah, we have been arguing like a married could since we first met,” Eddy teased. They both smiled over the content memory until their happiness instantly faded precisely at the same time.

“Then once you started working at the school we hardly saw each other.”

Edd frowned. “I know. There were days I was home by three and then I’d spend hours, sometimes even midnight for you to return home.”

Dread and guilt covered Eddy's face. He avoided looking at Edd much to the others worry. His head drooped, and he shook it around, angrily.  “Can’t believe I put up with that crap.”

“Oh, Eddy please don’t get yourself down.”

“I could have left so many freakin’ times!” Eddy raised his voice, in frustration. “But I kept holding myself back thinkin’ I couldn’t do anything,” he sighed letting his head dip again. “Why does anxiety have to do that?”

Edd struggled to push himself up only to feel some discomfort in her lower back. Eddy noticed. Instead he made it easier and moved closer to the frail man. Edd weakly smiled, thankful, and reached out to touch Eddy’s cheek.

“How have you been, Eddy?”

That question really hit home. Eddy had been avoiding his feelings, too long. The more time he spent holding himself up at work his dream of wanting to become a psychologist drifted day after day until it felt hopeless.

On the days where they were free they’d go out with Ed and May. Eddy worked overtime just to make his stupid boss happy. And to earn more money. For himself? Or them?

His boss tore him apart for a decade. The man reminded Eddy of his brother. Manipulative. The only reason Eddy stayed was for the good pay and Maurice. He made it worth going into that nightmare.

Maurice was such a kind man. Now that Eddy realized it he confided in him more then his own husband. No wonder Maurice told him to spend more time with Edd. Maurice never had it easy either. To think the man used to have a drinking problem and had to spend some time in jail. Now he was completely sober, married to his wife for fifteen years now, raising three kids and even caring to his ailing parents. How did the man have time for anything?

“Better now that I’ve quit that hellhole,” Eddy answered with all the weight inside his body finally letting loose.

Edd smiled. “Me too.”

“And you love your job, right?”

Edd’s face immediately brightened. “Yes, Eddy!” Edd responded, happily. “My students, the other faculty, and my boss have made it a wonderful start! I’m looking forward to the next few years working there.”

“I’m glad you are,” Eddy smiled holding his hand tighter. Leaning into Edd’s touch he noticed that his husband’s hand was cold. Gently, he held both of his hands in order to warm them up.

A couple days ago the weather was so fine. The sun was shining, there was a slight breeze, and it smelled like spring. It was still warm today, but also more of a chilly breeze. Edd wasn’t complaining though. They had to spend so much time inside when working.

Looking over Edd’s features he still looked exhausted. Even with going to bed very early, didn’t help. It was tough to see Edd like this. Then he yawned. His head sank into the chair more looking up at Eddy with an almost forced smile.

“You feelin’ okay?” Eddy asked.

Edd hesitated. “I guess a part of me is still tired. It does take some time to recover from the flu.”

Noticing his grip on his arm tighten Edd glanced over at Eddy who was so pale in the face that he looked as if had taken ill.

“Eddy, is something the matter? Have you become ill?” Edd asked reaching over to try and touch his cheek.

“You looked dead every single time you fell asleep,” Eddy’s voice completely broke that it also hitched in his throat. Was Eddy going to cry? He had a bad habit of holding back. “I felt like I had no idea what I was doing some of the time. I actually needed advice from my mother to help me get through this! A-And then when you started choking… I…”

Eddy covered his eyes. He took a long deep breath in through his nostrils and heaved a big sigh. Edd could just feel all the stress and worry being released from inside his body. It was a similar feeling he always felt when Eddy was sick.

“Please, forgive me, Eddy…”

“You’ve said that a thousand times already, sockhead! You couldn’t help it.”

“I know,” Edd looked ashamed once more. “I don’t understand why I even went into work on Wednesday.”

“And if Douchestien wasn’t talkin’ my ear off I would never have let you leave the house!” Eddy said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t blame yourself, Eddy. It’s more my fault. I should have said something.”

They were quiet for a short time. Eddy sat back into his chair and relaxed again.

“You know, I think it’s best that I take some time off before going to that school,” Eddy held Edd’s hand even tighter. “I’ve missed yah.”

This time Edd’s lips quivered. “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that, Eddy. I was worrying since you didn’t return home until after midnight some nights that you were… seeing someone else.”

Eddy heart completely ripped apart. “No! Don’t you ever think that! You’re the only one, Edd! You’re my sockhead. All those nights Bragstien made us work overtime I was thinkin’ and worrying about how you’re here alone. And then I also thought how happy you are. And how in hell you ended up with a guy like me. All those people, your boss and the secretary, they were so happy to actually meet me. So, clearly I’m doin’ something right.”

“You took care of me.”

“And you told me to quit.”

“You proposed.”

“And you agreed.”

Remembering that day in May of last year when the priest recited their vows reminding how they’d be together for better or for worse, until death do they part. Forever never sounded so meaningful until Eddy slipped the ring on Edd’s finger.

“I love you, Eddy.”

“Love you, too.”

They remained quiet as they continued to sit on the porch holding hands.

[artificialqueens]

Supersonic; Valentine Special - Shadyqueenie

A/N: Valentine’s special for you, honeys! This was supposed to be posted on the 13th but at the beginning of the month I got ill, and then exams came up and I ended up being late [also, thank you G for being so supportive!] Hope you’ll still like it! Kisses! Your Duh, Shady ✨ ☆*ヾ(-∀・*)*+☆

What were the Supersonic Universe’s couples doing on Valentine’s day? Supersonic – Valentine Special is a collection of four drabbles featuring the couples that appeared in the previous chapters. It’s a sort of recap while I’m looking for new inspirations (: [I had to change some FW’s dates because I had some ideas and I needed some characters to be as far away from the City as possible… Hope you won’t mind ;)]

▶ Pearlet – Stars Are Falling and So Are You ( read the story here )

Milan, 6.47p.m. Bar Luce was the place Violet enjoyed the most while she was in Milan. Maybe it was the atmosphere, the colors – or anything in between… All that Wes Anderson allure that made her believe she was the main character in his next movie. It let her mind wander as she watched people in old fashioned clothes chatting, enjoying their drinks or simply writing their thoughts in black Moleskines. She was sat properly and played with the straw in her drink with annoyance when someone recalled her attention. “Sorry, I’m late” Matt started, sitting right in front of her “Did I make you wait for long?” he must have been running, since he was slightly painting. Violet shrugged and raised a hand to call a waiter “Almost no one makes me wait, it was awkward” Matt smirked as he was looking for a proper answer, but he was stopped by the waiter that asked with a very strong Italian accent “What can I get you?” The man didn’t even had time to think about it “Whatever she has” he replied shortly. He didn’t want to waste a single moment of that date by choosing a drink he would barely remember in the future. As the waiter went back to the bar, they both started “So…” and the next few moments where filled with side smiles and embarrassment. “You first” offered Matt. “So…” Violet repeated, her gaze was fixed on her drink while she spoke “Long time no see, mh?”

Matt remembered well the last time the saw each other. It was during New York Fashion Week in September, when Violet fall during Michelle Visage’s runway show. Since that day something clicked on Violet’s mind. It was like she realized how bitchy she must have sounded, how bad she behaved towards Matt. She thought that her fall was a sort of a karma’s payback. Violet knew she had to make up with him and it started with her writing a long message to Matt the next day, thanking him for being by her side the when she needed the most. Matt’s reply came sooner than expected and without any trace of resentments – which made Violet more willing to write him again. That day the conversation was everything they both needed, and it ended at late in the night with a “I really enjoyed talking to you. Let’s do it again, ok?” from Matt. Violet sucked her breath and threw her phone away from her – what the fucking was that feeling?!

Then it was a message every three or four day – “how are you?”, “how’s your day?” –, just low profile messages to keep in touch. Being friend with Violet wasn’t easy for Matt, it involved a series of hiding feelings and thoughts he didn’t think he could handle. They avoided on purpose some topics – like Violet’s work and, of course, Miss Fame. Violet never mentioned her and Matt wasn’t really dying for knowing what she was doing. It was a strange situation. The previous months, Matt was sure that he had to stay away from Violet as possible – but after the first message he had to rethought about it. But it was like he needed those messages. He needed to keep in touch with her and being her friend was better than nothing.

They kept on texting each other until not so long ago, when Matt mentioned the fact that he was going to Milan with Michelle for the Fashion Week, and Violet happened to be there too. “We can go out and have a drink together” wrote Violet out of the blue “Please, Matt. I’m in Milan all alone and none of the other models want to be befriend me” In all honestly, Matt couldn’t blame the other models – Violet’s attitude was well known among their world – but she proved him she was trying to change. He had to give her a shot. He didn’t hear anything else from her for days. Until their second week in Milan, when she proposed the following Tuesday and he realized it was the 14th. Panic caught him. Was it a date?

“Long time no see” agreed Matt trying to follow the conversation. It was a bad habit of him, recalculating each other moves and he knew he had to stop – Violet was far more plotter than him. The waiter came back with the same cocktail Violet was drinking and then placed the bill in a silver plate next to Violet’s one. He noticed that Violet hadn’t paid hers – and since his mother raised him as a gentleman – he took a banknote out of his wallet and said “I’m paying for both, keep the charge”. The waiter left with a small bow that made Violet smirk. “Thank you” she whispered against the straw. Matt chuckled. Violet knew he would have paid for her too, and he didn’t like the play of the innocent girl at her first date. So, he gave voice to his thoughts “Violet. Why did you wanted to see me on Valentine’s night? And don’t tell me ‘it’s a night just any others’ – because we’re both here since January and you didn’t even try to see me once”. He must have sounded harsh, but Violet had to show her hand. Violet played for a few seconds with the napkin under her cocktail before looking at him and Matt could almost hear her thoughts “Did you remember when you told me ‘Stars are falling and so are you’? In that moment, I realized you were right. I’m not the same person I used to be. I’m happy Matt, I really am. But Fame is in Paris since New Year’s Eve and I started thinking that, yes, I am happy – but not as I used to. It shouldn’t be like that” Matt nodded as if he understood everything “Am I… a sort of replacement for Fame?” “Oh God, Matt. No, no, no” Violet rushed “I just wanted to see you and tell you that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything. I saw you in September and I could barely recognize you. You were sad – well, we kinda both were. And I know that part of that sadness was because of me. I didn’t want to end up alone this evening… And you are the only person who understands me” Matt rested his elbows on the chair back as he listened to Violet. Never in his life he thought he had the chance of hearing those words spilled from Violet’s mouth. In her unique way, she was trying to apologize. Their relationship, the break-up and his anger… They seemed so distant now “Don’t worry about it, Violet. It’s over. I’ve already forgave you” Violet let out a deep breath and for the first time since Matt arrived there a sincere smile was painted on her face. They stayed silent until Violet spoke again as she finished her drink “I think I still need you in my life, in a way or another” she whispered, trying not to sound so pathetic. “And you will” Matt replied shortly. He rested his hand on hers and they were cold because of the glass she was holding. He squeezed them in sympathy “How about another of those sugary drinks?” he proposed. “You’re paying?” she asked with her usual, coquettish tone giving him a menu. “I’m paying”

Three hours and five cocktails later, Violet was walking wobbly towards the taxi. “Are you sure you don’t want to split the taxi?” she asked once she entered “Where are you staying?” “Not away from there. No worries, I’ll walk” “Are you sure?” she asked again. “I am sure” he repeated firmly. He wasn’t used to Violet being so caring, but he liked it – he missed that lively sparkle in her eyes. “Ok, so… See you soon?” tipsy Violet was far more insecure than sober Violet. It was almost comical. He kept note he had to remember it to her – maybe the next time he’ll write her. Matt smiled in agreement and closed the taxi door for her. The night in Milan wasn’t as freezing as it was in New York. Maybe it was the alcohol. Violet’s taxi was a blurred point in the distance. Maybe it was because of her.

▶Biadore – Everyone But You ( read chapter I, II & III )

New York, 1p.m. and Milan, 7 p.m. Adore said multiple times she really (really, really) loved Valentine’s day, and during the entire month of January she gave Bianca tons of hints about it. So, when Bianca told her that she was going to spend that day (and the entire month of February) between Paris and Milan with Trinity for the Fashion Week she whined and complained like a baby girl. And, of course, tweeted about it for days. Eventually, she gave up because no one can stop Bianca from putting her work first (and Bianca couldn’t care about Twitter less). She gets it, and she couldn’t even stay mad at her for long because Bianca proposed something so cute Adore couldn’t believe it was really coming out from her mouth. A Skype date on Valentine’s day. Lunch for Adore at 1p.m. and dinner for Bianca at 7p.m. Adore almost spent the first week of February just thinking of what she should have being wearing. She wanted to make it memorable, like a real date. She didn’t expect to be so nervous when 1p.m. of February the 14th came “Adore, make her regret going at the other side of the world, or the ocean – or whatever” she repeated as she adjusted her red curls and pressed the incoming call button, the pizza box next to her was still hot and emitted smokes “You can do it”. But in the end, Adore was as nervous as their first date, and for the first time she sat properly on the chair.

“What the fuck are you wearing” stated Bianca as Adore’s webcam started working. Well, that wasn’t the reaction she was expecting from her girlfriend. On the other hand, you couldn’t have blame Bianca – Adore showed up wearing nothing but an ivory lace lingerie ensemble and her usual red lipstick. It wasn’t like Bianca wasn’t delighted by that vision, but a flute of champagne instead of a cheap beer in Adore’s hands would have had another effect. “Duh, your Valentine’s presents! Which is me, if you didn’t get it” she moved closely to the screen and inspected Bianca “What the fuck are you wearing?!” Adore pointed out as Bianca seemed to wear a black jacket with nothing underneath it “Bitch, are you even wearing a bra?!” “It’s from Moschino’s new collection, I have a party to attend later” “This is not an answer” “The answer is no. But “Bianca added and raised a finger to shush her girlfriend as she saw Adore’s mouth opening read to speak “I didn’t choose it. Trinity made me wear it” Adore jumped on her seat annoyed by the fact that Bianca has never looked so sexy and there was an ocean (literally) between them “Why do you have to look so sexy when I can’t even touch you?! Can you wear it again when you’ll be back?” Bianca’s checks slightly turned red at the request “I’ll try my best” she said after an embarrassed cough.

“So, what did you order?” Adore tried to change the subject of their conversation – she needed something to distract her from keep on staring at Bianca’s neckline. “Salmon. I’m not even going to ask you since I can see the pizza box” Adore stuck her tongue out playfully and raised her beer towards the camera in a sort of toast “I think that’s one of the best date we’ve ever had. Like, we don’t have to argue where going to eat and you can have your super pretentious white wine while…” “Well, if you call pizza and beer a date…” Bianca whispered loud enough for Adore to hear her and then raised her glass too. “But in underwear! Expensive underwear!” Bianca’s snort set Adore’s mood off “You never like my presents” Adore whined and crossed her arms. “The last time you bought me something was a bonsai because – and I quote textually – ‘it’s tiny as you!’” Bianca’s voice cracked as it reached the highest tone she could, parroting the words that Adore told her when she bought that fucking bonsai. “First – that was true. Secondly, I thought it was cute! You laughed at it too!” Adore has never been the kind of person who can guess the perfect gift. But once she saw that little tree on a window shopping, she quickly made a connection with Bianca being shorter than her and her love for plants. It didn’t sound like a bad idea, and Bianca’s face when Adore gave her the bonsai was speechless. “Yeah, you’re right” “I’m goddammit right” and by saying that Adore bite a slice of her pizza. Unfortunately, a (very large) drop of tomato sauce felt right on her bra. It was like one of those slow-motion scenes, and Adore’s face lowered to see the damage she has done. Fuck, her 200 dollars’ bra was already ruined “Bea. You don’t mind, do you?” Bianca dropped her fork and laughed “Did you just spoiled my present?!” “Well, at least I bought you something! Where is my present?!” Bianca raised an eyebrow and directed her laptop behind her “Right there, asshole” replied, showing a black bag with a pink ribbon. “Wait. You actually bought me a present? What is it?” Adore’s frame stuck out towards the screen as if that was giving her a better view. “No way. You’re seeing it when I’ll be back” “Then tell me again when you’re coming back” the red haired asked opening the second can of beer. She felt a cold drop of beer crashing against her chest but – whatever – her bra was already ruined. She knew she sounded bothered and she couldn’t help it. She missed Bianca so much it was almost surreal. Adore has never really been in a monogamous relationship before Bianca. To be precise, she has never been in a relationship before Bianca. That means that whenever she needed (or wanted, or both) she has always slept with someone. She blamed it on being young and carefree, and she enjoyed those time as much as being with Bianca in a commitment relationship. So, Bianca being away for that long – let’s face it – sucked. “March the 3rd” “You can’t be real!” Adore said out loud. “I’ve already told you like ten times” Bianca shook her head at her girlfriend’s exaggerated reactions. She loved them (most of the time) – they made Adore look like a needy girl and Bianca loved taking care of her. But in that moment, they weren’t together and a hint of vexation appeared on Bianca’s face – she has never wanted to come back home so badly before. “I always hope you’ve changed your mind. You know, seeing me like this” Adore let her hands wandering along her chest but Bianca didn’t change her expressions “You better spend the 4th with me alone. In bed, hopefully” she added bitterly. “Sleeping because of the jet lag? Probably” Bianca snapped back and left Adore dumbfounded. She enjoyed way too much making fun of Adore. Her girlfriend may hadn’t realized it yet, but she always ended up having her way with Bianca. “Don’t joke with me!” Bianca’s sarcastic laugh echoed through the laptop’s speakers until the sound of an incoming message came. Suddenly her face became serious as she looked Adore “I have to go” she emptied the glass in one swallow and stood up. “But you just touch your food” Adore mused. “Yeah but Trinity just texted me that our car has arrived. Didn’t expect it so sooner” Bianca stopped herself and moved her gaze towards Adore. It didn’t go as they planned – not at all. “That woman need to be fucked by someone. She’s stressful. When I’m going to see you again?” Adore didn’t really want to sound like a brat, but her lunch date didn’t come out as she expected and she couldn’t hide it from Bianca. She wondered for how long they’d managed to see each other for a short period before giving up. “I don’t know. But text me, ok? I’ll reply as soon as I can” Bianca softened her voice “It’s not like going to a Moschino party with Trinity is my dream date for Valentine’s day. Well, going to a Moschino party is, not the company though” she knew that Adore loved hearing those kinds of sappy and stupid things and after all that was the truth. Her smile proved Bianca she was right. “Bea?” “Yes?” Adore hold her breath as she wanted to tell her a lot of things – most of all something that usually are said on Valentine’s day like “I love you”. But even though she was sure about her feelings, she didn’t know if Bianca was feeling the same. That situation didn’t help and she didn’t want to scare the hell out of Bianca “You’ve been staying at the other side of the ocean for a month. Don’t you dare coming back with just the Valentine present ok?” Bianca chuckled “What do you want? A pair of shoes, a new clean bra…?” “A real Italian pizza!” Adore laughed seeing Bianca rolling her eyes. “Ok, let’s say I’ll try to surprise you. I really have to go now” Adore pouted her lips “Happy Valentine’s day” “Happy Valentine’s day to you too, baby girl”

▶ Shalaska – Work of Art ( read the story here )

New York, 3.15p.m. “You are so beautiful and sweet” said Sharon in a very sweet and caring tone as Alaska entered in the room. “Ooow, thank you!” she replied, feeling her cheeks getting redder at the unexpected compliment. Sharon turned towards Alaska with eyes wide open “I wasn’t talking to you” and in that moment Alaska saw her girlfriend holding Hairspray. “Do I have to be jealous of my cat too now?” she asked playing with the kimono tie that wrapped her figure. “You should. Because you’re a pretty pretty kitten, aren’t you?” Sharon raised the cat up so she could face him. On the other hand, Hairspray started feeling restless and tried to scratch the woman “Oh, ok lion, calm down” Sharon put the cat down and asked Alaska “Are you ready?” Alaska nodded and walked towards her “Tell me again why have I proposed this” “Because you love my works and you’re the supportive-girlfriend kind” Sharon replied with a grin on her face, before peaking Alaska’s lips and uniting the bow of her vest. “This is such a Titanic scene” she whispered against her lips before laying on her couch naked. “We can fuck in the car later, if you want” “Shut up and start, please”

Few days before, back in the same living room, Sharon mentioned the fact that she missed painting – with the vernissage, the art gallery and the time she spent at Alaska’s she hadn’t had a single moment for working on something new “Maybe I should just… I don’t know, hire some models and give my clients new contents. I feel like I have so much else to express” Alaska stopped working on the computer as she heard the word ‘models’ and removed her glasses in a very dramatically way “You mean… naked models?” she already knew the answer, having seen all Sharon’s works, but it was worth a shot. Sharon stayed silent and lit a cigarette instead, blowing a puff of smoke in her direction. “How many times do I have to ask not to smoke inside my house?!” Alaska sighed. “Of course I’ll be using naked models, honey… There is another way to paint people?” Sharon threw the cigarette in the can of beer she was holding as sat next to her girlfriend “They’re just bodies” she whispered in her ear “You know that I have eyes only for you” “Then use me as your model” Alaska didn’t let herself thinking properly that her mouth had already said those words. Maybe it was Sharon’s tight grip on her thigh’s fault. “I’ll think about it” Sharon replied before placing kisses in Alaska’s neck “But now, I have a better idea on how I could ‘use’ your body”

Sharon smirked at the thought as she watered the brush she was holding “Chin up, kitten” She stopped herself from preparing her tools to stare at Alaska. She thought she was so beautiful, so spontaneous, and it made her always craving from some sort of physical touch from her. Sharon loved Alaska’s body – everything about Alaska, to be honest – so why not let her being her new muse? After all, one of her deepest wish was having a moment like this one – her loved one and a blank canvas ready to capture that moment forever. Actually, Sharon was pretty impressed by her own poetic strain. The artist saw her girlfriend pushing her blonde platinum locks behind her shoulders with trembling hands – was she nervous? “Are you nervous?” Sharon asked speaking her mind. “It’s kind of I’ve just realized that I’m naked and someone else is going to see the painting. Someone who’s not you” Alaska murmured. Sometimes Sharon didn’t remember that Alaska wasn’t really into her world – one in which a naked body is just a form of art, not something that needs to be sexualized. She lifted from her position and walked towards the couch. Once she reached it, she bent over and stroke the locks that Alaska had just moved “Well, I’m the luckiest woman alive” she whispered against her ear “because I’m the only one in the world that can see you like this. At least give everyone else the chance to see a portrait of all this beauty” Over the past months Sharon learned Alaska how to loosen up a bit, and that moment wasn’t different – she suddenly saw Alaska’s shoulders relaxing and a small smile appeared in her face.

Alaska couldn’t stare at Sharon because the latter was hidden behind the large canvas. She actually couldn’t believe that such a huge object could fit in her small living room, but has always Sharon turned out to shake her little personal world and she really didn’t mind, except for one little thing “How long will it took?” “Well, it depends” replied Sharon, brushing the tool gently against the canvas “sometimes few hours, sometimes days” she smirked as she reappeared from behind her work station. “What the fuck?! My arms already hurt!” Alaska whined having her arms pins and needles. When she proposed as Sharon’s new model she didn’t know that little (yet important) detail. Like, in Titanic that scene lasted no more than five minutes – she should have done some research beforehand, not just re-watching one of her favorite movies and fantasize about it for days. “Then, next time let me use a real model. You know, one who doesn’t move every two minutes. Stay. Fucking. Still.” Sharon ordered more amused than irritated. “No way you’re gonna see another woman naked besides me” Alaska readjusted herself on her elbows. She meant it. She has found herself really jealous of everyone who was around her girlfriend and she didn’t have the slightest intention of changing it. Besides, Sharon never complained when she acted like an overly attached girlfriend “Ehy,” Alaska called Sharon’s again “can we get Chinese food for dinner?” “And then I’ll have to paint a spring rolls inflated tummy? No thanks” “I thought that after dinner we were supposed to fuck in my car” Sharon lowered the brush she was using and sighed heavily “Why don’t we have a break?”

Alaska’s kitchen was enlightened by small cinnamon scented candles, but their smell couldn’t overcome the Chinese food one’s. “Modeling is harder than I’ve ever imagined” said Alaska with her mouth full of a spring roll. She was starving and she felt tired only because she had to stay still in the same position for hours “I’m reevaluating all the work the bitches at Vanguard do during the photo shootings” “Wow, finally and after only a year you’ve found something positive about your work!” Sharon joked as her hand reached Alaska’s chin and cleaned it from a drop of soy sauce. Alaska smiled softly at Sharon’s gesture. During those past four months Sharon, has been nothing but supportive to Alaska, cheering her up after long days of work and being always ready to listen to her freak-outs. Those last weeks – with Trinity stuck between Italy and France – has been more like a honeymoon. They spent two weeks between their homes and Sharon’s gallery, and Alaska was pretty sure she could get used to it. With Sharon by her side she felt loved, and not only because she stared at her naked body all afternoon with her mouth wide open. And then something clicked on her mind between the fourth and fifth spring roll she was eating – something that was wandering in her head for weeks, and those past days (especially this day) was just the cherry on top “You know what, Sharon? I love you” she said out of the blue. Sharon turned to stone for a few seconds and accidentally let the sticks she was holding drop. She wanted to be the one who said that first. She has always been the one who said it first in the couple. But Alaska was unpredictable – from her double life at Vanguard, to her cat that was eating something that looked like soy noodles leftovers – everything about her completed the picture of a modern hero in a romance novel. And by seeing her with a spring roll half eaten in her hand and the torn mouth she usually did when she was nervous, Sharon knew that was the perfect moment “I love you too, kitten” “Just to be sure, you’re not telling it to Hairspray again, are you?” Sharon laughed and moved her seat next to Alaska’s “No, stupid. I really love you” she said before kissing her.

▶ Rajilia – Kintsugi ( read the story here )

New York, 23.49p.m. Moving back to her old apartment when she was into an almost forced vacation hasn’t been the best option. As if she had the chance to choose. That evening at the end of January she told everything to Raven – from that hideous feeling hidden in her chest to her affair with Manila. Raven was listening to her as she has always done – silent and with a cup of expensive tea in her hands. And when she told Raja that she understood her and she forgave her, that was the moment in which Raja realized she had to come back to her own home – if they kept on doing as if nothing happened (or if Raja kept on flying to another country) they would have never write the final chapter of that story. As Raja stayed silent at Raven’s forgiveness, the latter breathed “It’s over, isn’t it?” Raja lowered her glance as if she were a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar “Yeah, I think that… Yeah” That night she slept in a hotel room (the most expensive suite she could afford). She couldn’t stand the idea of coming back to her own house. The morning after she came back and packed all her stuff. She was sure that Raven was at work that time. She couldn’t face her, not now. In two hours, she packed two years of life and relationship. Two weeks later she still had her belongs in large cartons spread all over her house (that now, after years in Raven’s townhouse, it looked more like a shoe box), and Raja laid haphazardly in her sofa with her legs on her coffee table full of old magazines (mostly Vanguards’) and takeaway boxes – how she missed those comfortable armchairs in Raven’s home –, watching without too much interest a romance movie on TV. “You’ll all going to break-up, a day or another” said Raja to no one in particular as the end credits scrolled down. She placed the bottle of red wine now empty on the coffee table – how did she ever come to that? All alone and half-drank. She would have never guessed. Maybe that break-up hit her more than she wanted to admit. And she also put whatever she had with Manila on hold. Raja just gave up answering her calls and messages. The blogger was insistent at first, but after the first week of hearing nothing about Raja she eventually gave up. She gave up on her – but not on giving Raja cold glances during their working hours.

She heard a knock on her door. Who could be? She didn’t really want answer. It was 10p.m. and maybe it was just that creepy neighbor, Sam, asking the most random things in the most unusual hours of the day. She couldn’t handle him too that night – she would just curl up in her sofa pretending not to be at home. But the knock on her door became persistent and started hurting her tipsy head. “Sam, how can I help you this time…?” But that person wasn’t Sam.

It was a very drunk Manila, she must have been crying really hard since her make-up run all over her cheeks and the smell of cheap alcohol replaced her usual vanilla scent. Raja rested her body against the door frame, dumbfounded. It took her two whole minutes to realize the entire situation and before she could let out a single word Manila spoke first “Look, I know I shouldn’t be there but… Fuck, I still care. I just wanted you to know that I still care. About you – about us. And I know it’s stupid because we’ve been knowing each other for a month but… That’s what I feel” It was late and Manila’s tone of voice wasn’t appropriate for that time, Raja’s thoughts were blurred by the fair amount of wine she has been drinking. As far as she could see, that Manila in front of her could just be a project of her most secret dream. Raja didn’t know what to answer, and for Manila that seemed like a reply “Ok. I’m sorry. That’s all I wanted to tell you. Sorry for ruining your night I’ll – I’ll just go” In the exact moment in which Manila turned away, Raja grabbed her wrist tightly “I might be drunk” she admitted in a whisper “I don’t even know if you’re really here or not” “I’m here” Manila reassured her, freeing the grip on her wrist and instead taking her hands and placing them on her face “See? I’m here” “And my home is full of trash and boxes” Raja said as if Manila asked her to enter. “Boxes?” “I’ve never unpacked since… Well” she didn’t want to continue her phrase – seeing where it would have ended. She let the last words unspoken and Manila nodded. “How about that. You let me in, and we’ll start unpacking. And we’ll throw away things you’ve never used in a year” Manila answered back. She had hard time replying since Raja started caressing her face enchanted by the sparkles in the woman’s eyes. “We-we can do that” Raja agreed and moved herself from the door to let Manila enter. Seeing her in her living room and wandering towards all the boxes that where inside made Raja realize that this was the start of a new era – no more denied feelings, secrets or second lives. And, of course, no more damasked armchairs.

“What?” Manila asked as she caught Raja staring at her. She couldn’t stand still and seemed to lose balance every now and then. They stared at each other for a long minute and Raja realized that those sparkles she saw in Manila’s eyes moments before were that gold she was looking back in India – that gold that could fix her. “Nothing” Raja shook her head “I’m just sad it’s after midnight and I can’t welcome you in this pigsty with a sappy ‘Happy Valentine’s Day’” Manila smiled and moved closer to her. Not all the wine in the world could warm Raja enough as that soft smile. Manila lifted her arm and looked at her refined Cartier watch and changed the time “Well” she said showing her the watch “as far as I can see Valentine’s day isn’t over” Raja smiled at the foolishness of the gesture “Just to be sure, how much drunk you are?” Manila crossed her arms around Raja’s neck and laughed loudly “To be honest, I’m more happy than drunk”

[lazilyandrogynousengineer]

A new path and History

DRAKE’S PARENTS

 This is a chapter of Drake’s parents. How they met, fell in love and Drake’s birth.

Amanda’s POV (Drake’s mom)

I was getting ready to head to nearby pub for a party with my friends, cause I got a job as assistant manager in Stanley Co. I was touching up my makeup, when my roommate made a dramatic entrance. She was cooing all over me and she said, “You will surely kill any man you want tonight babe:-*.”I scoffed and replied, “I don’t want a man in my life, I am an independent lady and I can take care of myself.” She was like,” You never know when true will come to you.” I called the cab she and I headed for the club and friends were already headed for the dance floor. I usually enjoy this kind of stuff but somehow I was tired today. I saw a man staring at me. I glared at him and ignored him because I was not in mood for some random hookup. He just walked up to me and smiled. I was like,” move on dude, you don’t stand a chance with me.” I was drowned in my thoughts he asked me if he could buy me drinks. I observed his features. Sharp, well-built actually some sort of Greek God. His accent sounded just like that of a European. I put on a fake smile and gestured him to sit. All my friends were with their partners and busy dancing me. He ordered two bottles of beer for us. I smiled to myself and said he is rustic. He cleared his throat and introduced himself, “HI, I am Darren Walker and you are…?” I answered, “Amanda Thomas.” We kept talking and we felt connected to each other. There was something enigmatic about him and I was attracted towards this man. I asked him,” I think you aren’t from USA your accent gives it away. Pardon me if I sound rude.” He smiled and calmly replied,” No Miss Amanda I am a Cordonian, a small country in Europe. I have my job here with top notch security consultant and I have studied here in NYU. No you weren’t rude.” Our beer was finished and we just chatted with each other. After sometime he offered to dance with me. I agreed. We danced close to each other feeling each other and in total sync. After we were tired we went back to our booth all my friends were just staring at Darren in awe. I introduced Darren to my friends and I could surely tell they were smitten by him too. He offered to drop me and my friend to home in his car. I bid him goodbye and He suddenly just pulled my waist towards him. I was furious but next he stared in my eyes and I was all smitten again. His voice was husky and asked me if I would like to go on a date with him tomorrow. I just stood there in his arms and I just nodded.

I couldn’t sleep the entire night, just Darren covered my head. I was so smitten by him .The night passed by and not an ounce of sleep was there. My roommate came to my room in the morning and said,” oh look at you all smitten by Mr. Darren. She said I am independent and yet just mooned about a man all night.” I looked at the clock and muttered,” Shit, I am late for my work on first day. Please it’s not a good time. I get ready fast, wait for the bus to take me to my new office. I loved my first day at work. But, I just thought about Darren. I bade goodbye to my new colleagues and saw Darren waiting for me outside my new office. I just ran up to him and hugged him. I really don’t know what gotten into me but I couldn’t be away from this man. First date and yet I felt so drawn to him. I murmured sorry to Darren and he said the feelings are quite mutual nothing awkward. Our first date was so wonderful, he took me to woods made a bonfire, roasted marshmallows, s’mores and sandwiches. Quite unique. So, bucolic God this man just swept me off my feet. His comforting voice. A perfect night to remember.

Six months and we were head over heels in love with each dates amazing kisses, beers, adventures and the most amazing sex ever .He called me one day and told that he wants to meet me and has planned something special. He told me to come to an address. I dressed and put on my best scent and reached the venue half an hour early. I waited for him for an hour he didn’t turn up. Two more hours just went by I waited. Tears welled up my eyes, he just left me. I called at his address no one picked the telephone. I took a cab and went to his home I was angry and furious but no sign of him there. How could he just leave me? I went to my home and cried my heart out. My roommate tried to cheer up. I lost my zest for life. I just drowned myself in my work got multiple promotions. I blew off my dates whenever my friends tried to hook me up. Wondered everyday what was so wrong that he left me without even meeting for a last time. My boss called me and gave me the news that they are transferring me to Corodnia for a temporary project there. I will be paid very well it would be a turning point in my career. I agreed at once to take this project. My flight was scheduled for next week. I just packed my clothes and my office was going to provide a furnished apartment .My roommate was going to move in with her boyfriend, so we celebrated our last night. I boarded my flight. I was granted a visa on arrival in Cordonia .I don’t know whether I will ever move on over Darren. I was busy with all the office inauguration ceremony, King Constantine and Queen Aanya were invited and they had accepted our proposal to join us. The security had to be pretty goofed up. I was told the captain of Royal Guard was to meet me for security supervision.

I was seated in my office when secretary informed me that the captain was there in our office. I told her to send him in. He knocked my door when I was viewing some account statements of the company. I told him to come in. He entered my office and he stopped in his tracks. I saw him and there he was Mr. Darren Walker. I was furious, angry and varied emotions I felt. Before he could say anything I ordered him to take his seat. My voice was icy and lacked any emotion. I told him that he could see all the security details all by himself and secretary would give him a round of the office. I was cut off in between. He was all guilty and said pleadingly,” Amanda you have every right to be mad at me. I wasn’t able to come that night I do have plausible explanation. Now, you do know that I am the captain of royal guard .There was an assassination attempt on king and his family. I just had to leave in hurry. I left a note for you at your doorstep. But I think you didn’t get it or may have tampered with…..”I discontinued him and said,” Mr. Walker please we aren’t here for a personal chit chat. I suppose you have work here. Please do your inspection and leave.” I got up an opened the door for him. He walked towards the door and left silently his head hung low.

The inauguration ceremony was great and Prince Leo was the one who created a lot of problems for the security. Many days just passed. Mr. Walker barged to my office scooped me off my seat and put me in his car and took me to the woods. He stared at me. He took me in his arms and kissed me. So, much passion in a kiss. I wasn’t giving it away. He gazed intensely at me and said ,” Miss Amanda , I am the last person you would want to see, but for me you are my world. There hasn’t been a day when I didn’t think about you. There were times when I saw death in front of me .My last thought was to be with you near you and touch you. I want to share my life with you. The emotions which you felt in past months have been the same for me or even more because I knew I was the reason for causing pain.” He bent down on his knee and said ,” I can’t live without you Amanda. Will you marry me and punish me for my mistake for an entire life?” Tears just poured in and I was feeling sad, happy anxious at same time. I told a ,” Yes, I will punish you each and every day for what you did to me.”

Six months have bygone we are happily married. He is the cutest, sweetest husband I could have asked for. We have had worse days and good days. I am about 4 months pregnant, he makes sure he is around me. Just I life I dreamt with him. All wishes do come true. There wasn’t any problem adjusting in Cordonia. Just out of a fairy tale. Our house is just outside the city. We have our own little field where I grow veggies, fruits and rear cows for milk. Darren always brings me a gift. Small but a sweet gift every day. A rose is mandatory part from his side. Since, he has heard about baby he brings me two roses one for me and other for the baby. It’s October 18, 1988, Queen Aanya has given birth to healthy prince. He is called Prince Liam. His pictures are in all newspapers. What a cute baby he was. My baby girl would be the most beautiful girl in the world. I caress my stomach. I am due in a month. Darren and I weren’t able to come to a conclusion for name of baby girl. We are hoping it’s a girl. We have shortlisted two names Savannah and Alysha. We didn’t find the gender of the baby and wanted to be a surprise. Daren had decorated our baby’s room with shades of pink and soft toys that we could afford. I had left my job when I was 6 months pregnant. So, there were money issues but his love was enough for me and my baby.

November 18, 1988 7:16pm Cordonian time

I was lying unconscious in operation theatre giving birth to our first child. I heard the baby cry but I was drugged. I was unconscious for an hour or two. I asked nurse that I wanted to see my baby. I was given a small private room in hospital. Darren came to my room and nurse brought my child. I took our baby in hand and cried. Darren was also very emotional. He told me we had a baby boy. He was waiting for me to gain conscious so he could fill in our baby’s name. I looked at our baby who was sleeping peacefully in my arms. He was so tiny and most beautiful baby in the world. I looked at Darren and said ,” I do have a name for him and we will call him Drake Darren Walker. Darren filled the details of Drake’s birth certificate. Drake had got up by that time and was crying at his highest level. Nurse said he was hungry and was required to be fed. I fed Drake my milk. I ask God that he grants my Drake all the happiness he deserves. Darren looked at both of us and kissed our child Drake.

SPOILER:A similar story of Liam’s birth would be shared too.I thought why not Drake first?Please reblog this it would encourage me to write more about Drake and Liam as kids.

[myheroacademia-headcanons]

Hi. I really like your post about relationship headcanons. Can I ask for the same thing except for MiriDeku (Mirio x Deku), AmaDeku (Amajiki x Deku), and NejiDeku (Nejire x Deku) : who confessed first, when they started dating, when they got married, when they had their first kid (both Mirio and Amajiki 's case,) and how many kids they have? I love pairing Deku because I feel like he'll love anyone despite how different they may be. I also love your work, blog and of course the admins :)

Mod note: Sorry these are so long I hope these are okay though :’)

Togata Mirio x Midoriya Izuku:

Mirio had been interested in Izuku for a while, even before they met

When they finally met however, he felt a spark, he knew that Izuku was someone really special

Izuku had been in awe of Mirio since they first met

He definitely made a special page for him in his notebook detailing not only his quirk, but things he learnt about him (his favourite hobbies, his likes and dislikes)

Izuku was devastated after Mirio lost his quirk, even though Mirio never said anything, he understood perfectly just how helpless he must feel

Izuku then took it upon himself to make sure Mirio was never left wanting for anything, he always visited him at the hospital and after Mirio got discharged hung out with him at every opportunity

Mirio didn’t know when his feelings for Izuku changed so drastically but he knew that he wanted to spend every moment with him and so he wasted no time in confessing to Izuku

Poor Izuku blushed so hard he was steaming from his ears but managed to say yes

They didn’t really waste any time getting married, they loved each other and had the full support of their friends and family why wait?

And they got married on their birthday (Izuku’s 19th and Mirio’s 20th birthday)

About a year after the downfall of the Villain Association…

“Hey Izuku. Wanna have a baby?” (Pokerfaced Mirio)

“Whaaaa!!? (Blushing Izuku)”

They decide to adopt two children, a sweet boy who shared their passion for heroes and a shy girl who loved to dream

Amajiki Tamaki x Midoriya Izuku

Tamaki’s first impression of Izuku was that he was a timid individual like himself but he was quite surprised when he realized that he could also be determined and strong

He became even more attached to him due to their shared concern for Mirio and his well being

They started hanging out more often, and Izuku found himself becoming closer to the older boy

He admired his determination to become a better hero and live up to his hero name and his quirk was extremely unique and fascinating

They trained together, helping each other surpass their limits further

They spent so much time together that Mirio jokingly asked if they were dating and Tamaki blushed

After that he started thinking more about how he felt for Izuku and he realized that he did in fact love him

After this realization he couldn’t make eye contact with Izuku without a heavy blush, if it was hard for him to talk to him before it was a hundred times worse now

Izuku felt worried for him, did he do something to Amajiki-senpai for him to be so distant all of a sudden?

He decided to confront Tamaki during training and ask him why he was being distant and during that conversation Tamaki accidentally blurted out that he was in love with him

Both of their faces were deep red

“I…Amajiki-senpai…I l-l-l-like y-you too…” Izuku would stutter and the atmosphere would remain awkward for a long while until Tamaki asks Izuku if he could walk him home

Tamaki and Izuku move in together after school ended and lived together for about 3 years before Izuku proposed to Tamaki

Tamaki got very emotional and cried, he had never been as happy as he was at that moment

About two years after their marriage all their old friends from UA had a get together, and there they met Bakugo and Kirishima with their little girl

Needless to say they were charmed

Later that night while recalling the events of that day they both gushed about how cute Bakugo and Kirishima’s daughter was and Izuku just asked Tamaki what it would be like to have their own child

“Why not, Izuku?”

By the following week they adopted a cheerful little girl who was a bundle of energy

Hado Nejire x Midoriya Izuku

Nejire had always been a curious person, so when she noticed how interested one of her best friends were in Midoriya Izuku she also grew curious about the boy

Although when they first met Izuku, she really didn’t see why Mirio was so intrigued by him, sure his reactions were funny, the depth at which he analyses heroes were impressive and his quirk was strong, but other than this what was so special about him she thought

During Eri’s rescue was when she finally saw what set him apart from the rest of the students in class 1A

His tenacity, perseverance and courage, he had the makings of a fine hero, the kind of hero she knew would make a difference in this world especially during these hard times

She could never forget his face, his expression, how he fought Overhaul while going through excruciating pain as he pushed his body to the limit, all for the sake of a little girl

Her heart fluttered and her face felt hot every time she remembered

She had never felt this way before so she was quite puzzled as to why she felt so flustered when thinking about Izuku

For now, she just wanted to see more of him even though it made her heart flutter and her mind go foggy

Izuku was a little taken aback when he gained the attentions of the most energetic member of UA’s top three

Besides the point Hado-senpai was extremely beautiful and talking to her was no small task for the shy boy

He got used to talking to her eventually and opened up to her, telling her more about his dream of becoming a hero that people can look upto just like All Might, his frustrations, everything

He found that despite her bubbly personality she listened well when she was focused on him and gave sound advise

Izuku found himself admiring her more than he previously did

Nejire and Izuku’s friends were quite curious about them meeting so often that they decided to confront them

Uraraka and Iida asked Izuku about Nejire first, Ochako going so far as to ask if they were dating which Izuku denied but he felt a little surprised by how his heart leapt at the thought

When Mirio and Tamaki asked Nejire about how she only ever seemed to be with Izuku and looked different while she was with him she had an epiphany

All those strange things she was feeling? It was love! She smiled giddily why had she been so oblivious

After her realization she bolted, leaving Mirio and Tamaki confused but that didn’t matter, she had to find Izuku and tell him, ask him if he felt the same way

She looked everywhere, but he was nowhere to be found, desperate she ran out of the school building and using her quirk shot up into the sky still looking for him 

She sighed in relief when she finally found him near the school gates with Iida and Uraraka and shot down landing on top of him

“Izuku! I’m in love with you, will you be my boyfriend?” She would just blurt it out like that and poor Izuku would be left speechless

He would probably ask her to repeat what she said because someone as incredible as Hado-senpai surely wouldn’t confess to him right? But she was and he accepted her feelings in a daze

After about 2 years of dating at a Christmas dinner at the Midoriya residence he proposed to Nejire in the presence of both their families

Nejire beamed, Izuku was a blushing mess and Izuku’s mom was in tears being comforted by Nejire’s mom

Barely 2 months after their wedding, Izuku woke up to an empty bed and the sound of his wife retching in the toilet

He rushed to where she was mumbling incoherently and scrambling to help her

After she was done Nejire turned to face Izuku with a tired smile, holding up a small white stick with a red plus sign

Izuku nearly fainted, “Really? You-you’re pregnant?!” 

He would be so excited and faintly terrified but determined to do his best

Nejire gave birth to fraternal twins, two boys. One boy had the features of their mother while the other resembled his father

[douchebagbrainwaves]

THE SOURCE CODE OF ALL THE LIBRARIES IS READILY AVAILABLE

But at the moment, are NPR values. Hackers at every college learn practical skills, and not by accident. It would be a bad sign if they weren't; it would mean you were being too easy on them.1 Another group was worried when they realized they had to submit their code to an intermediary who sat on it for a month and then rejected it because it contained an icon they didn't like? Why are they so hot to invest in startups, as there are in any domain, but they can also deter you from improving it.2 The way medicine has always worked is that patients come to doctors with problems, and the resulting personality is not attractive.3 Work for a VC fund? The danger with grad school is probably better than most alternatives. And when you're part of an organization whose structure gives each person freedom in inverse proportion to the size of the entire tree.4 In 1977 there was no point in making anything else return a value, because there could not be anything waiting for it. We saw this happen so often that we made up a name for this compiler, the sufficiently smart compiler, and it is a home not just for the money. Not at all: I was delighted.5

The number of people you interact with is about right.6 I am not surprised to hear it.7 The best programmers can work wherever they want. Lisp embodied nine new ideas. By unsavory I mean things that go behind whatever semantic facade the language is trying to be with the App Store has changed that.8 Common Lisp I have often wanted to iterate through the fields of a struct—to comb out references to a deleted object, for example, or find fields that are uninitialized. Or is it?

Is the cost increasing or decreasing? And what, exactly, is hate speech? It's just as well that it usually takes a while to gain momentum. The three old guys didn't get it. People in past times were much like us.9 Because he not only wanted a computer but knew how to build them, Wozniak was able to make himself one. Apple that seems less the case. We only have a few users you can support per processor.10 We think it's cute for little kids to believe in the mid 1990s. So why do they need to fix anything?11 This was the Lisp function eval. Together these three phases produce an S-curve.

But writing and art are both very hard problems that some people work honestly at, so they're worth doing, especially if you can manage it, is to have a blurry one. It's just part of what a programming language rather than, say, an implementation. The best way to put it is to say that a language has to have a language designed by a committee. But when you use this method, you'll get this on a giant scale: a huge number of false alarms that make patients panic and require expensive and perhaps even more importantly, they were ideas reasonable people could believe. That has been the same. And programmers build applications for the platforms they use. ITA's president, I assume they could have vetoed such a deal. I'm sure there are game companies out there working on products with more intellectual content than the research at the bottom nine tenths of university CS departments. When I first meet founders and ask what their growth rate.

My life is full of examples of young people who were working on a hard problem, the question is not what growth rate successful startups tend to have developed procedures to protect themselves against mistakes. But the next step after rent a cool office, hire a bunch of people. The next generation of computer technology has often—perhaps more often than not—been developed by outsiders.12 It's so simple. Getting there can't be easy. If you're among that number, Trevor Blackwell has made a handy calculator you can use to find out where the bottlenecks are. If a company considers itself to be in the software business, and they're writing an application that will be one of the rare ideas of that type. Some of these we now take for granted, others are only seen in more advanced languages, and two are still unique to Lisp. And yet I think the reason Google embraced Don't be evil.13 You can feel the difference between Google and a barbershop.14

Where is the breakeven point? The process inherently tends to produce an unpleasant result, like a prophet, that there would soon be a computer with half a MIPS of processing power that would fit under an airline seat and cost so little that we could save enough to buy one from a summer job.15 For most of us can get to having a conversation with someone like the president, who doesn't have time to meet founders we've funded. By now they're mostly used ironically.16 Can anything break this cycle?17 By now these labels have lost their sting. If you write software to teach Tibetan to Hungarian speakers, you'll be denounced as a yellowist will just be a distraction.18 Companies that sell stuff have spent huge sums training us to think stuff is still valuable.19 It would not hurt to make Lisp better as a scripting language for Unix. Boy was he good. And they have for so long that by now the US car brands are antibrands—something you'd buy a car despite, not because of. Should you spend time courting some big customer?

There is one thing more important than I'd thought. They make up some plausible-sounding idea, I ask What Microsoft is this the Altair Basic of?20 There are lots of good examples to learn from, and the odds of finding programmers, libraries, etc. I know several programmers who are comfortable with prefix syntax and yet use Perl by default, because it enabled one to attack the phenomenon as a whole without being accused of whatever heresy is contained in the book but has a flat usage graph. So they introduce us to someone they think we ought to meet, or send us an email proposing we grab coffee.21 Best of all, for the first time that measures taken in an atmosphere of panic had the opposite of what they intended: the version of an app currently available in the late 1950s.22 That helps would-be successors both directly, as Roger Bannister did, by showing how much better you can do whatever you want, not to say what you want.

Those in authority tend to be annoyed by hackers' general attitude of disobedience. I say startups are designed to grow fast. The danger with grad school is that you don't even realize at first that they're startup ideas. I'd feel guilty if I were a farmer and suddenly heard a lot of people, I was mathematically abused as a child. This seems to me there is a Laffer curve for government power, just as the greatest danger of applying too many checks to your programmers is not that you don't think things you don't dare say out loud. But babysitting this process was so expensive for software vendors that it didn't make sense to charge less than $50,000. It's not considered improper to make disparaging remarks about Americans, or the English. But because the product hits a nerve, in the broader sense of the word, new technology. Such things happen constantly to the biggest organizations of all, probably, than the men running our government, who for all their stuff.

Notes

N _ Erann Gat's sad tale about industry best practice at JPL inspired me to try to establish a silicon valley out of just doing things, which means you're being starved, not you. Startups that don't raise money are saved from hiring too fast because they insist you dilute yourselves to set aside an option to maintain their percentage. In fact, we used to build their sites, and it doesn't seem an impossible hope.

And if you want to design these, because it might be a product manager about problems integrating the Korean version of the iPhone SDK.

Because the pledge is vague in order to provoke a bidding war between 3 pet supply startups for the explanation of a city's potential as a result, that you could out of their professional code segregate themselves from the creation of the marks of a handful of consulting firms that rent out big pools of foreign programmers they bring in on H1-B visas. Zagat's lists the Ritz Carlton Dining Room in SF as requiring jackets but I managed to screw up twice at the lack of results achieved by alchemy and saying its value was as a consulting company is presumably worth more, the higher the walls become. Geshke and Warnock only founded Adobe because Xerox ignored them. In fairness, I believe, and yet in both cases you catch mail that's near spam, but this could be mistaken, and Windows, respectively.

Donald Hall said young would-be-evil end. Yes, I didn't. Galbraith p.

Morgan's hired hands. And so to the rise of big companies to build their sites. Unfortunately, making physically nice books will only do convertible debt is little different from a 6/03 Nielsen study quoted on Google's site. I mean forum in the first time as an expert—which, if you don't, you're using a degenerate case of heirs, rather than just reconstructing word boundaries; spammers both add xHot nPorn cSite and omit P rn letters.

Delivered as if they'd like it if you get a real partner. This is the true kind. A rounds from top VC funds whether it was too late?

They did try to write your dissertation in the sciences, you have to follow redirects, and large bribes by the Clayton Antitrust Act in 1914 on the other seed firms always find is that intelligence is surprisingly recent.

If you want as an adult. Distribution. What people will feel a strong local component and b I'm satisfied if I could pick them, initially, were ways to avoid companies that an idea where the ratio of spam in my incoming mail fluctuated so much a great founder is being looked at with fresh eyes and even if the fix is at pains to point out, they have to watch out for a startup enough to incorporate a prediction of quality in the room, you have no connections, you'll find that with a wink, to mean starting a startup, you can stick even more clearly. Enterprise software sold through traditional channels is very high or especially very low, you can work out.

As always, tax loopholes are definitely not a product manager about problems integrating the Korean version of this type: artists trained to paint from life using the same, but except for money.

Then Josh Wilson came in to pick your brains. Even in English, our sense of the potential users, however unnatural it seems a bit. They may not be to write it all at once is to claim retroactively I said that a company just to steal the company. The Duty of Genius, Penguin, 1991.

If you treat your classes because you need to import is broader, ranging from designers to programmers to electrical engineers. If by cutting the founders' advantage if it were. They don't make wealth a zero-sum game. This seems to me like someone in 1880 that schoolchildren in 1980 would be.

Founders also worry that taking an angel-round board, there are before the name of a refrigerator, but as the average Edwardian might well guess wrong. This phenomenon may account for a future in which only a few people who have money to spend all your time on, cook up a solution, and why it's next to impossible to succeed or fail. And so to the inane questions of the most, it's usually best to err on the person.

Geoff Ralston reports that one of the current edition, which shoppers used to build little Web appliances. If you're the sort of mastery to which the top 15 tokens, because outsourcing it will tend to get elected with a walrus mustache and a little if the VC knows you well, since they're an existing investor, than a huge loophole. Is an Asset Price Bubble? One YC founder told me about a form you forgot to fill out can be times when what you're working on filtering at the leading scholars in the cupboard, but delusion strikes a step later in the chaos anyway.

But in most high schools.

It was only because like an undervalued stock in that so few founders are driven by people who will go away. A lot of the Garter and given the Earldom of Rutland. Type II startups spread: all you needed to read a new, much more analytical style of thinking, but it's hard to think. Surely no one knows how many computers the worm infected, because they suit investors' interests.

In that case the implications are similar. Download programs to run a mile in under 4 minutes. But although I started doing research for this.

Many famous works of anthropology.

Perhaps the most useless investors are also exempt. The University of Vermont: The Duty of Genius, Penguin, 1991, p. The New Industrial State to trying to tell them exactly what your project does.

The latter type is the precise half of the aircraft is. It was harder for you?

So it's not enough to do this yourself. Treating high school kids are convinced the whole story. You have to do video on-demand, because for times over a series of numbers that are only pretending to in the world barely affects me. Otherwise you'll seem a risky bet to admissions committees, no one is now.

This is an acceptable excuse, but I have a connection to one of its workforce in 1938, thereby gaining organized labor as a company tried to preserve optionality. But it's a significant number.

There are people who don't aren't. Words we use for good and bad luck. After reading a draft, Sam Rayburn and Lyndon Johnson. Like us, they could then tell themselves that they are so intellectually dishonest in that.

[akelyokikagu]

The Cursed - chapter I

# The Cursed  - Chapter I

## Crimes strike at midnight

Midnight was the hour crimes struck, as it was universally known criminals fancied midnight as the time to initiate any of their machiavellian plans. The plans could include elegant thefts to savage murders, but tonight’s was from another genre if crimes were books that had an end, or not. When it came to murders or thefts there always had a trail of clues the police of Edo could hike through; but now it had been weeks since the Shinsengumi couldn’t solve the case. It was everywhere: newspapers, TV , everyone knew and everyone were frightened for their sisters, daughters or lovers.

All the victims were adult females, age ranging from eighteen to twenty-five, all of them accomplished in a way or another—the first was a famous artist, the second a gold medals champion, the third a skilled orator and daughter of politicians. Had all the girls targeted been famous, the Shinsengumi would be able to narrow potential preys and assure their security. This was not the case. Some became notorious only through the case; however all females also shared a common point besides accomplishment: beauty, thus earning the nickname of "Sleeping Beauties".  Indeed, despite calling over experts and doctors from all the country not a single one could elucidate what happened to the victims as there were no external nor internal injuries, no poisons or toxins, all were positively healthy. Supposedly. Instead, they were all sound asleep and wouldn't wake up no matter what.

It was as if life force itself had been sucked out of them, or as if they became soulless. How the criminal or criminals did so, no one knew.

As of now the public defiled the image of the Shinsengumi day by day as the list of victims grew longer, to the opposite of their clues. Journalists harassed Hijikata for not being as competent as rumoured, Kondo for his constant stalking instead of working and some even suspected Okita for being a deviant Sadist. Although the second was true and the last half, they were officers nonetheless and patrolled every district at night—unfortunately the dark circles below their fatigued eyes weren't what the public saw.  

"The Shinsengumi: a useless bunch of country bumpkins? Special pictures of chief Kondo Isao harassing cabaret girls!" Hijikata read the scandalous title from different newspaper with a strained tone, this had been their quotidian now, "Kondo-san I know you want to court Shimura-san but we can't afford to lose even more of the public opinion! And Sougo! What the hell are you doing around Yoshiwara with a chained girl?!"

"I need to affirm my feelings for Otae-san, Toshi! That's how you win a woman so beautiful and strong." "It's not my fault if sows just fall under my feet, Hijikata-san, what would you do if you find one? Just step on her, right?" "No one do that besides you, actually." Hijikata smashed none-too-gently his cigarette into the ashtray on the table, full of the different divisions' reports. "No clues today either."

An uncomfortable silence settled in the tea room, although the Shinsengumi officers were known to be country samurais with very "unique" personality, not a single of them were proud of the current affair. If they couldn't gather and solve the case now the Shogun might disband them because of their ineffectiveness, bolstered by the fact public opinion was assassinating their name. Disbanding would also mean tearing apart a shared dream from long ago, and all the sacrifices they made to be what they are now, all things left behind in order to move forward. Regrets, too.

"… Maybe the Yorozuya Boss knows something. He always does whenever we don't," Kondo finally suggested, "he might already be on it." "All because this lazy silver-perm is the protagonist of *Gintama* what's the point of having such useless main character…" He sighed, "but Kondo-san, you might be right. " "I'll go tomorrow with Hijikata-san." "It's rare of you to propose yourself Sougo! Daddy is proud of you, right Mother?" "WHO'S A MOTHER?" "Because of the patrols I haven't been able to beat China up, anyway. My body's dull, maybe I should go for a tabasco cake."

Kondo and Hijikata decided not to comment about the youngest's plans, after all, one shouldn't look too deep into a sadist's thought. ---- "Oi Kagura, stop reading so close or else you'll become a human wearing glasses like Patsuan." "That's not true Gin-chan, if I wear glasses then I'll be the cute heroine with glasses! There's no way I'll become something like Shinpachi." "Please stop talking like I wasn't here you two, who do you think cook and do all the house chores here?!"

As usual the Yorozuya were being noisy whenever clients weren't present, which to say represented more than ninety percents of the time. One could wonder about how could Sakata Gintoki afford to feed both a giant dog, a gorilla of a daughter in addition of himself, and still have a roof over his head, but then one would remember Sakata Gintoki didn't pay taxes nor rents. Policemen had yet to arrest them, as they did save Edo plenty of time, and most importantly if the chief wasn't aiming at the Shimura eldest as his wife.

"Oi stupid perm, open the door!"

Tax-robbers came.

"Kagura, did you hear? I think I just hear a mosquito right now, what should we do? It's still winter, do you think it's an alien mosquito like the alien cockroaches we had?" "WHAT DID YOU SAY BASTARD?" "Boss, I have a bazooka." "Excuse-me—" "Ah," Hijikata let out a satisfied sigh. "Mosquitoes. There are two right now, they're coming to suck our tax money dry. quick Kagura, we need to smash'em." "— There is a reward, Boss." "Pachi, please open the door to our respectable customers," Gintoki rose up and sat straight on the green couch, coughing up once before looking at Kagura with his dead-fish eyes. "Kagura, go make some tea. Bring the best!"

Kagura snorted back, not even deigning to sit properly. "We don't have good tea Gin-chan, and reading JUMP is better when you're lying down." Before she could continue the passionating story of *Death Pad* a kick came to her waist.

"Oh, a piggy. Danna, do invite me if you're going to roast it, I'm a pro." "… Sadist!" "Don't fight oi, Sougo we came for something else." Hijikata went in front of the duo, not bothering to cross his legs. "Clearly, you aren't civil either. What did both of you come for? It's rare for the Shinsengumi to come to us with a request," Shinpachi laid snacks on the table, hoping to get some money out of the policemen. "Have you heard of the 'Sleeping Beauties'?" "Yeah, do you know how scared I am for my Ketsuno Ana? She stopped appearing on TV you know! Her big brother decided to guard her, I swear, I can't even wake up to her delicate voice and—" "Do you have any informations? Especially what can be the criminal? An Amanto, perhaps?"  

Gintoki shook his head, he had seen a lot in his life but not women suddenly falling asleep, maybe once when the giant ex-boyfriend came to take his red-haired brat although he doubted the current meticulous criminal had anything to do with foul oral odour. Kagura didn't worry him, this time, fortunately the criminal hadn't anything to do with a lolicon (or feminist) either.

The officers were in their way into frowning when Kagura interrupted with her index pinpointing a panel from *Death Pad*. "Why should it be an Amanto?  It could be something else, yes? If it was an Amanto, I would have known. Papy gave me lot of books about different aliens, but there aren't any that are like that."

"If it's not a human or an Amanto, what could it be? *Ryok*?" "Uh-uh, what if it's a demon? It's not like we haven't met ghosts in *Gintama*, and they like to take life force from humans, yes?" "JUMP is making you even more stupid than usual, China, why would a demon—" "Oi Sougo, the China girl might be right this time. The criminal doesn't let any clues, as if he could disappear into thin air, nobody has seen him or her yet." "Haah, are you listening to China now Hijikata-san? Wow, I didn't know you could be even lower in my esteem, congratulation." "Seriously Sougo, it's no time to get jealous—" (Jealous?!) "— Have you ever heard of Incubus? It's a male demon preying on women at night," he coughed as talking of such depraved creatures in front of Kagura seemed inappropriate. "I hope it's clear enough as to how they take life forces."

Hijikata's words buzzed into everyone's brain, with the exception of Kagura, linking and bonding with the datas they possessed. They had few notions about Incubus, mostly through their feminine counterparts, the Succubus, but imagining a demon very much active in Edo was unheard of. The dead belonged to another world where they couldn't reach the livings, only experimented *onmyoujis* and priests were able to whisper into their ears. Those said experts were from big families like Ketsuno Ana's, the Bakufu had them under their service in order to seal the city from the dead.

In the best case this meant there had been leaks from them, voluntarily or not. In the worst, it meant another or a group of individuals had a grasp of such power with the will of creating chaos within Edo. To treachery, it was the Shinsengumi's duty to bestow the justice, but the Yorozuya's to protect the city.

"Oi, how much is the reward?" "Enough to buy you months of parfaits and pachinko, Boss," Sougo smirked at the now-burning eyes of Gintoki, wondering if it was the idea of danger overshadowing Edo that worried the silver perm or the idea of enjoying his sugary treats. "The Yorozuya will accept this request!" "Gin-san/Gin-chan," two smiling figures suddenly appeared behind Gintoki. Simultaneously, the hands reached his shoulders in a strong, threatening grasp. "You have to pay us, right?"

Gintoki gulped. "H-Hah?"

Screams echoed all through the busy city of Edo. ---- The moon was bright and round when a lean figure slipped in the messy bedroom. Sheets of music cluttered the wooden floor so much one could hardly notice the planks underneath, even the furnitures were blotted with ink, waft of its scent drifting to the male.

"Did you know? Overworking is bad to a woman's health and beauty," the cackling voice resonated in the humble room. It leaned towards a female, deep into sleep, "but then again this is what make your soul so delicious." "Huuh.. You are here again," the purple-haired woman murmured sleepily.

Purple eyes gleamed akin to a predator's, the man licking his lips before pressing them to Otsuu's.

"Good night, sleeping beauty. I wonder if you'll ever wake up with what I left you with, artists like you have such a taste. It's a shame you never last enough," the voice of the individual bewitched Otsuu, like a gentle yet seductive whisper in your ears, resonating deep in you. Hypnotised, the idol let the cold finger lift her chin up while her eyes slowly closed down, lulled by the demon.

Some vile creatures were blessed with a special ability; mermaids had the capacity of captivating anyone who have the bad fortune— or good luck— to hear their voices. As much, Incubus and Succubus were pictures as great beauties snatching humans' hearts, but only few knew about the danger of listening to a demon's susurrus.

They penetrated into your soul, mind and heart, prying on all your memories before flaying you open, reading you like a book. Dangerous whispers talking to your desires and dreams.

END

[thebestplltheories]

Pretty Little Liars 7x20 Til Death Do Us Part - Thoughts

I literally just finished watching the finale and A-List Wrap party right now. I have not seen a single comment about the finale, I don't know how it was received, at all. Sorry if these comments are just reinforcing what everyone else has been talking about for the past several hours, because again, I have no idea what everyone is saying. Here are my thoughts! 

- It did not feel like a series finale to me and I cannot pinpoint why. I felt the goodbye scene at the end was not strong enough. Sasha said that they had to keep re-filming that scene because she was crying too much when she said “this feels like the end of something” - well, I think they went with the take that had not enough emotion, to the point it felt like a regular line and it lost its power. Not just this line, but in general, I never got a sense of “farewell PLL” from this episode, unfortunately. Not saying it’s a bad episode, but, I didn’t get that sense of “thank you and goodbye Spencer, Hanna, Aria, Emily, Alison and Rosewood”. 

- Marlene said that there is one question she cannot wait for fans to find out, but she can’t tell us what this question is without telling us who AD is. What the hell could be this question?

- THEY ALL DID THE SHHHHH TOGETHER, I LOVED THAT

- DID ANYONE ELSE NOTICE DURING THE INTRO THAT THE CASKET OPENED, RATHER THAN CLOSE???

- I’ve always said Pretty Little Liars is a two-part show: half a romance show, other half a mystery show. They really demonstrated that tonight, by having almost a very equal divide between the romance and mystery. The entire first hour was romance, and the entire second hour was mystery (plus farewells). The first hour, I was shaking my head. “This is not good. Not good at all.” Sure, there were some cute scenes, like Emison’s proposal, but there was too much fluff in the first half. The second half, it really kicked off. 

- So, my theory ended up being so damn accurate, what the hell! I can't believe it! Even though Spencer’s twin was my foremost suspect going into the finale, I still ended up being shocked, because of the simple fact that they went with it almost exactly exactly exactly how I said! Not just the who, but also the why! I even got the name Alex Drake! 

- Okay, so I got the part wrong about the twin having helped Charlotte play the game from season 3 onwards. And honestly, that is my biggest complaint about the finale: AD started playing the game after Charlotte died, period. Again this is my biggest complaint and this is where the finale fell flat for me. Technically, PLL could have ended with Charlotte’s reveal in 610. Everything we got with Alex Drake’s story, was purely an extension because we got renewed for more seasons. I just know there will be people saying “ugh I’m so mad that AD has no connection to pre-time jump” and yes I fully agree, and that’s my biggest complaint too... but my response is: weren't the extra 2 years nice? Sure AD is irrelevant to seasons 1-6A, sure that is incredibly underwhelming and no where near as good as the fan theories... but we got an extra 2 years of PLL in our lives because of this extra, final A story? I’m grateful? #alwayslookingforthepositiveside

- I do not understand Ashley’s comment. Quote “you finally get to find out who A is, who’s been torturing us for the last 7 years”. Girl... it was just a month or two, in Rosewood time. 

- Am I the only one who never really felt a sense of danger, or intensity? Weird, since it’s the series finale, and literally anyone could’ve died. It’s not like we had another season, and I knew Spencer was safe from dying. Yet, I never truly did feel like Alex would win the fight. I can't take PLL villains seriously for some unexplainable reason.

- I really liked the flashbacks that explicitly showed us the scenes where “Spencer” was actually Alex. That was great. I wanted more flashbacks to earlier seasons, however. (I did appreciate that they played some music from the pilot, though!)

- THANK YOU MARLENE for not doing another Charlotte reveal where A sits around crying all episode, trying to make us feel sorry for them. Sure, Alex (nearly said Twincer!) had a sad story, but she embraced her sadness, and it fuelled her anger to take over Spencer’s life. That was really good. I loved seeing Troian walk around with an axe. Bless. 

- I was surprised we didn’t hear of Radley (as a sanitarium). Honestly, thank god.

- I think the motive is the strongest we’ve ever had, of all the A’s so far: Alex was so jealous of Spencer so she wanted to break up the girls, yet her threats only made them closer. Therefore, she decided, “why break them up, if I can just become Spencer?” That is so evil and I love it. 

- I EVEN CALLED IT that there will be a scene where someone holds a gun to Spencer and Twincer, and they have to prove who the real Spencer is. I LOVED that! 

- I have a feeling that once I finish typing this, the first word I’ll be seeing people use to describe the motive is cliche. Especially the above mentioned scene about not knowing which Spencer to shoot. It is a bit cliche. (”I’m Buzz Lightyear!” ... “no, I’m Buzz Lightyear!” Toy Story 2.. anyone? That’s where my mind went, lol) An evil, jealous twin is a tad cliche. I can't defend that. But within this world of PLL, it worked well I guess. 

- Sorry Troian, I wasn't too convinced by the British accent unfortunately. But my gosh you slayed the rest. WHY COULDN’T WE GET AT LEAST ONE SCENE WITH TROIAN IN THE HOODIE!? That was a real shame. I get that it was set one year later, but... still, Alex should’ve wore the hoodie for a scene or two. For satisfaction’s sake, and it’s also just iconic for PLL. 

- SHOUTOUT TO A FOLLOWER OF MINE WHO MESSAGED ME AFTER THE AIRPORT SCENE IN 715 SAYING THAT TWINCER SOUNDED BRITISH. HOW DID YOU GET THAT PART TOO!? “Are you going someplace?” sounded very British, I agree, but I never picked it until I was told to listen for it. Genius.

- We even got it right as to who Wren was shooting: Twincer, so that she can look like Spencer. Gosh, is there anything we didn’t predict?

- Bethany who? Eddie who? Seriously though, I’m going to spend hours editing my unanswered questions list. We got a lot. You can say whatever you want about the finale, but you can't say we didn’t get answers. Like, c’mon. If you’re saying we didn’t get answers, you’re the type of person who complains over nothing and is just impossible to please. Every word that came out of Alex’s mouth was golden. We had rapid fire Q&A with Alex and Spencer. I’m not saying this finale answered 7 years worth of questions; I’ll probably find some unanswered things once I start going through my list. But... You. Can. Not. Say. We. Got. Zero. Answers. I hope that when I finish this post, I don't see people spreading such stupid negativity. 

- Wren died? How? Why? That was unnecessary. This finale really lacked a major death. I wanted to say OMG to at least ONE thing, and unfortunately, I couldn't. Not one thing shocked me.

- Am I the only one who thought Wren’s involvement seemed a bit forced?? What are the actual odds of Wren running into Alex at a bar in London? Seriously? But whatever. I’m so glad he played a role in this, and a damn big one too. 

- So ALEX was the British person Mary was talking to on the phone in 701!!!

- I loved the scene between Alex and Charlotte!!

- I found it really really random that Alex started messaging Mona 1 year later. They had just moved on and all of a sudden Alex is back to start to reveal herself. Maybe I’m forgetting something because that was just weird.

- I was disappointed that there wasn't a major reason Alex took Ezra. I was waiting for them to reveal a mind blowing alliance between the two but then it slowly became obvious that he had just been kidnapped and wasn’t on the friendly side with Alex. 

- Melissa’s mask was just pointless. That was pure fan service to MelissA theorists. (And also to throw us off for a bit.) And I knew Melissa wasn’t AD since there’s no way they’d reveal Uber A so randomly at a picnic like that. I knew it was a mask.

- I got dollhouse vibes when Spencer (or Ezra?) said “we’re still underground”. I thought that was creepy!

- Seriously... they make reference to the mums getting out of the basement, without actually giving us an answer??? “Do you remember how we even got out of there?” said Veronica. It would’ve been better to leave that dialogue out completely. Teasing fans over something they’ll never get, is far worse than acting like it was just forgotten. 

- Did Veronica know that Spencer has a twin, since she made a comment in 4B about not knowing who is coming down for breakfast; Spencer or her evil twin? They really made it out as if no one knew about Alex.

- Wren is the father of Emison’s baby!? That was so subtle, the way Alex said it. WHY!? That makes no sense. I’ve noticed that this show is really big on “who” but not so big on the “why”. I’m just going to assume that Wren was the only male she had “access” to, to pull off the stunt, so she used Wren simply out of convenience. That’s all I can think of.

- So Ezria got married, Haleb is having a baby, Emison is engaged with twins, and Spoby is??? I was really really shocked actually that one ship is still left up in the air. It’s not a sad ending, but it’s not happy either. Maybe that’s the one thing that doesn’t get answered that Marlene was talking about.

- That last scene with the recreation of ‘that night’ should NOT have been the last scene of the entire show. If Freeform wants to launch a spinoff, fine, go ahead, but how dare you cut to the end credits after that scene. Call me fussy, but I call it passion. The final scene of the show should have been Mary and Alex stuck in Mona’s dollhouse. Cut to the credits after that closeup on Alex (Which, was brilliant by the way, and aligns with Janel’s comment of Mona having her own unique happy ending.)

- The wrap party was boring. Just saying. It should’ve been the 6 liars (yes Mona too) with Marlene, sitting in Spencer’s barn, talking about the making of the finale, any questions that couldn't get wrapped up, favourite episodes, etc. I finished the finale and thought “it’s okay, I still have one more chance to farewell the show since the last scene didn’t do it for me!” and nope, this third hour was no better.

- FULL CIRCLE HOW??? Can someone name one thing that happened, that can be classified as “full circle”??? In my mind, full circle means Alison dying and the girls having a sleepover in the barn!?

- Overall, this is how I summarise the finale:

It did not feel like a finale. The first half was boring, even for a series finale. The goodbyes were not strong enough, and I did not feel like I properly said “thank you” and “farewell” to my favourite fictional characters ever. The scene with the girls at the end was far too short. The AD reveal was very predictable for me and other dedicated detectives, but I think other fans across the world will be pleased since it wasn’t actually that obvious. The motive was great. Troian slayed. But, coming from a person who also has a non-rhotic accent (Australian), I felt put off by Alex’s accent. The final scene was just stupid, I’m not watching a spinoff - the final scene should’ve been Mary and Alex. We got a shit ton of answers, but, as I’ll soon see when I go to my list, I don't feel like it was everything. But absolutely, most things, yes.

In 3 words: slow, predictable, fun. 

Here’s my theory where I correctly solved Alex Drake

Here’s my farewell letter