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tic-tac-toe | mcu

marvel cast x actress!reader

warnings: one swear, fluff, no plot

summary: you play aphrodite in the MCU and it's time for the press conference for infinity war. based off of this press conference

wc: 2.7k

"Tom Hiddleston!" Jeff Goldblum introduced the man who was sitting on your right.

Everyone applauded before Jeff moved onto you, "Y/N Y/L/N!" more applause rang through the room.

"Sebastian Stan!" you looked to your left where Sebastian waved to the crowd as you clapped with everyone else.

"Anthony Mackie!"

After Jeff finished with the introductions, he explained how the panel would work. He would pull a ping pong ball out of a container and it would either have a name or category. The audience would be able to ask a question to that person or a person in that category after Jeff called on them.

As he pulled RDJ's name out of the container, Tom leaned over towards you.

"Does your water taste funny, too?" he whispered making you stifle a laugh.

You nodded, "Kind of like lemon, right?"

He shook his head, "Mine tastes like mint. Can I taste yours?" he held his hand out as you passed him your water bottle. He took a sip and spent a moment analyzing the taste, "Yours does taste like lemon! Why does mine taste different? Here." he passed you his water.

You took a sip and were hit with a strong mint flavour, "Woah. I think they're trying to drug you." you joked making him laugh.

"As I am answering this question, Tom Hiddleston and Y/N Y/L/N are discussing the flavours of the water behind me." Robert exposed you and Tom to the audience making the room burst out into laughter.

"They have fancy water. Mint and lemon." Tom spoke into a mic drawing more laughs. "Sorry. Carry on!"

As Jeff pulled the next name, you adjusted your dress. A white, long sleeve, blazer dress with gold buttons down the middle, the dress ended mid-thigh. The v-neck cut showcased your subtle gold necklace. Black stiletto heels covered your feet.

You unconsciously began bouncing your leg up and down in a fast motion. Sebastian placed a hand on your thigh, stopping your movements, "You're gonna drill a hole through the floor, Y/L/N." he chuckled.

"Sorry." you laughed quietly.

Sebastian pulled out a notepad and pen, "You need a distraction. Tic-tac-toe?" he offered.

You smiled with a nod before making your move.

"You absolutely suck at this." you chuckled as you won the third game in a row.

Sebastian scoffed, "You can't suck at tic-tac-toe."

"And yet, you do." you smirked.

He rolled his eyes playfully before you continued playing.

After two more rounds, your attention was back on Jeff as he pulled a new ping pong ball. "Ooh! You can ask a God or Goddess." Jeff announced, "So, Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth or Y/N Y/L/N." he reminded the crowd, "Okay, yes, you!" he picked a woman in the front row.

"Hi, I'm Alexis with Forbes. My question is for Y/N." the room applauded as Jeff tossed the ping pong ball at you and you caught it with one hand.

"See, Robert! It's not that hard!" Jeff exclaimed making everyone laugh.

"Screw off, Goldblum! You chucked that shit at my head." Robert joked back. "Sorry, Alexis, go ahead."

"Um, I wanted to ask about Aphrodite's powers. We all know that she is the Goddess of Love and can seduce anyone with her beauty. We see in the trailer a small clip of her seducing men. How many people did you seduce in the film and were there any funny moments filming those scenes that you can share?"

Her question drew a mix of reactions from the cast. Some laughed, some furrowed their eyebrows and others were just confused. You took in the question before opening your mouth to reply, until you remembered that you weren't wearing a body mic. The cast laughed again before Sebastian passed you a mic.

"Sorry. Um, how many people did I seduce in the film? None." you stated drawing more laughs, "How many people did Aphrodite seduce? All of them." you chuckled, "I'm kidding. Although, I'm not sure what I can share because I don't know what's in the trailer." you confessed, "Kevin, Joe, Anthony, what's in the trailer?" you asked them making everyone laugh again.

Kevin picked up a mic, "I believe it's you seducing Spider-Man, Starlord, Drax and Iron Man."

You nodded, "I do have a funny moment that I'm sure Mister Holland will kill me for sharing, but it's too good to not tell." you smiled thinking of the memory.

Tom immediately grabbed a mic, "You wouldn't!" he exclaimed making the audience and cast laugh.

"I would," you retorted, "We were shooting that scene and, as you know, they have to act like they are falling in love with me. Like I'm putting them in a trance. Well, Tom took that a bit too seriously." you paused at the laughter that your sentence caused, "They're all on their knees in front of me, looking at me as if I'm their queen, because I am." you joked, "And then Anthony calls 'cut' and Dave, Chris and RDJ all get up and start chatting, but as I'm turning away, Tom doesn't move. Still on his knees, looking at me as if I hold the world in my hands." the room filled with amused laughs and chuckles as Tom covered his face with his hands.

"No, it was so bad because I just looked like a creep that couldn't stop staring at her!" Tom laughed at himself.

Robert grabbed a mic, "Very true. I was watching and it honestly had me convinced that Y/N had real powers."

"I have to say, I understand the kid's reaction. Y/N's costume for Aphrodite and the way they transform her only enhances how gorgeous she already is." Anthony Mackie spoke up causing the crowd to gush and clap, "I'm pretty sure we all had the same reaction when we first saw her while filming Civil War." he looked around as the cast nodded.

Scarlett picked up a mic, "Yeah. I remember her walking on set in this stunning white dress which made me extremely jealous," she confessed, "Because, one, it's so gorgeous and she looks absolutely amazing in it," the crowd and cast applauded again, "And two, it's made of the softest silk while my suit is leather and spandex!" everyone laughed at her comment.

Benedict picked up his mic, "Although, it wasn't Tom's first time seeing Y/N as Aphrodite. He was in Civil War and still could not contain himself." he teased making the audience and cast laugh again.

Robert spoke again, "Yeah, he did that during the filming of Civil War, too." the room hollered with laughs.

Tom's face was bright red, "I'm just a very committed actor. I really give all of myself to my work." his comment drew more laughs.

"That's why Sebastian despises Tom. It all started when Tom couldn't take his eyes off of Y/N." Chris Hemsworth added making everyone double over in laughter.

"I feel so loved," you held a hand to your heart as the room chuckled, "These are genuinely the best people in the world and I guess you could say I seduced one person during filming." you joked as the crowd continued to laugh, "Sorry, Tom. I'll buy you some juice, don't be mad." Anthony and Benedict laughed loudly. "Thank you for your question!" you thanked the lady as the cast clapped before Jeff picked out the next ping pong ball.

Next was Scarlett. You sat back and silently judged the man who asked about fashion. Scoffing with Sebastian at his question and laughing at Scarlett's sarcastic and witty responses.

Sebastian leaned over again, "I have to piss."

You stifled a laugh at his abrupt confession, "Go to the washroom, then." you nodded your head towards the exit.

"We're not allowed to leave." he frowned.

You chuckled and reached over, patting his thigh with your hand, "Don't piss yourself."

He rolled his eyes playfully before Jeff called out the next name.

"Anthony Mackie!"

"Hi, I'm Tiffany with Times Magazine. With such a star studded cast, do you find it difficult or any obstacles in developing your character with all theses amazing stories being told and struggling for screen time? Like, are there any obstacles or special difficulties or is it all just amazing?"

Before Anthony could answer, Joe Russo picked up his mic, "Are you asking Anthony Mackie if he has a hard time getting attention?" his comment caused the whole room to erupt in laughs.

Anthony nodded slowly as the laughter died down, "Touché, touché. Uh, well, Tiffany, a wise man once said that some men need an hour to make their presence felt and some need thirty seconds." there was an uproar of laughter and hollering at his comment as he dramatically dropped the mic on the table.

"Who are we asking next?" Jeff squinted at the ping pong ball, "Ooh! Back to the Goddess of Love herself, Y/N Y/L/N!" the room applauded for you as Jeff threw the ball to you.

Sebastian intercepted the toss and caught the ball himself with a smug smirk. You rolled your eyes, but smiled as Jeff picked a lady out of the dozens who had raised their hand.

"Hi, I'm Amy with Esquire and I wanted to ask about the relationship between Bucky and Aphrodite. We see in the previous films their awkward tension from their past history. They have a very special romance and their love story is a fan favourite in the Marvel fandom. What was it like building that bond and relationship on screen? And what do you think of the choice to match the two characters together, how did you react when you found out? Did the pairing of the two help build your bond off screen?"

Jeff spoke again, "I said 'one question', that was at least twenty." he teased the lady drawing laughs from the room.

You chuckled and nodded slowly as the laughter died down, "Excellent questions. Umm, I honestly really like the pairing of the two. I think it gives a great dynamic to both characters and reveals sides of them that we never would've seen without their relationship. It's a very 'good girl falling for the bad guy' trope. And if I'm being honest, I've always wanted that." you confessed causing the room to chuckle, "Their relationship is, without a doubt, one of the most complicated ones in the MCU, but I think that's what makes it so loved by the fans since there's not a dull moment between the two. It's nice to see Bucky have a sentimental side, in his own awkward way of course. And you get to see Aphrodite fall for someone who's not a God or a Titan." you turned to Sebastian, "What do you think?"

You offered him the mic, but he didn't take it, letting you hold it up for him, "Yeah, I agree. I never thought Bucky would have a love interest, if I'm being honest. But I'm glad he does because Aphrodite brings out the soft side in him and he brings out the fighter in her. They really balance each other out and Y/N portrays the character in such a unique way, it really brings a whole new fresh persona to Aphrodite and it's amazing having her as a partner on screen." the audience applauded at his words, "When I first found out about Bucky having her as his love interest—"

"—He called me screaming about how hyped he was." Anthony Mackie cut him off making the room laugh. "Anthony! Anthony! Bucky is gonna be with Aphrodite! That's gonna be sick!" Anthony mocked his voice as you were hunched over with laughter.

Sebastian nodded with a smile, "I did. Won't lie, I did. It's a really refreshing relationship and I'm glad that the fans love it as much as I love playing it. Back to you, you haven't talked about the development and our bond." he gave you a lopsided grin.

You chuckled, "I feel like I'm rambling, but yeah. Their development is definitely," you paused, trying to find the right words, "A development?" you settled on drawing more laughter. "Well, as I said, it's very complicated, but awkwardly adorable at times. Since Seb complimented me, I feel obligated to say something nice about him," you joked making them laugh again, "Kidding. He really does play Bucky with such passion and commitment, it's truly inspiring. And working with someone who loves what they do as much as Seb, it definitely motivates you tremendously and yeah. Um, I won't lie, I honestly was dreading working with Seb," you confessed drawing laughs and a gasp from Sebastian.

"Why?!" he exclaimed making you laugh.

You sighed, "Not because I think you're a bad person or anything, but you come off as very intimidating to people who don't know you very well. And I knew nothing about you before filming other than the films you'd already done, so you scared me." your confession caused everyone to laugh loudly.

Sebastian smirked jokingly, "I am extremely frightening. I understand." he shrugged.

You scoffed with a laugh, "I caught you sleeping with a stuffed turtle and whale noises playing." the room roared with laughter again, "That's when I knew you were a big softy."

Sebastian rolled his eyes playfully, "She's joking. I am the toughest man alive." he deepened his voice.

You shook your head with a chuckle, "Sure. Thank you for your questions." the room clapped for you as you set the mic down and relaxed back into your seat.

"Nailed it." Sebastian held a hand out for a high five and you chuckled before hitting your hand against his.

For the rest of the press conference, you sat back and listened to your friends answer questions. Laughed at jokes made and clapped when appropriate. Small tic-tac-toe games went on between you and Sebastian. Your attention was fully on your nails when Tom Hiddleston got called on.

"Hi, I'm Samantha with Daily Mail and I was wondering, since Loki is a very closed off and mysterious character, we never explore the aspect of him having a love interest. So, if you could choose anyone from the MCU for Loki to end up with, who would it be and why?"

You turned to look at Tom as he pondered on the question, crossing his arms and rubbing his chin, "Very good question. Umm, who would I choose for Loki? Let's see," he paused again and looked around the room until his eyes landed on you, "Ah, I'd steal Aphrodite from Bucky." he answered making the room laugh and Sebastian chuckled with a nod.

"Why Aphrodite?" Jeff asked.

Tom chuckled again, "Well, it's Aphrodite." he simply answered drawing more laughs, "They are so different yet similar in so many ways. Loki is never fully evil nor fully good, but I think Aphrodite has the best chance of turning him good. And who wouldn't want to end up with the Goddess of Love?"

The cast nodded understandingly before Chris Pratt grabbed a mic, "If you were to ask any person on this stage that same question, I guarantee the answer would be Aphrodite." the whole cast nodded.

"They're all trying to steal Sebastian's woman." Jeff teased.

Sebastian scoffed jokingly, "They're all jealous." he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

You chuckled with a shake of your head before Robert spoke up, "Adding onto the conversation. Miss Y/L/N, who would you want Aphrodite to end up with?" his question drew excited reactions from the crowd.

You let out a bark of laughter before looking from Tom to Sebastian, "Hmm, excellent question, Mister Downey." you rubbed your chin, "Stop doing that, Holland." you chuckled as you saw Tom point at himself in the corner of your eye.

He raised his hands in surrender before Anthony Mackie spoke up, "Spidey is five years old, kid." everyone laughed at that.

"I'd have to stick with Bucky. He is her true love." you shrugged as the crowd cheered.

Sebastian smirked from beside you as the men of the cast faked disappointment.

As the panel came to a close, you looked around at the family you were surrounded by. Friends you love more than anything. Hundreds of memories with the most amazing people you'd ever met. Your home.

ii. láthi: the touch

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All characters and situation in this story are fictitious. Resemblance to any person living or dead is only God knows.

chapter i. láthi: the myth

ii. the touch

Selene came home not long after their sexual intercourse. The sex mind-blowing, for sure. Their sex always blowing Harry's mind, they know how to please each other at the most.  And it always boosts his ego when he makes his partner come many times. 

Later that night, around ten when the sky is very dark with stars and the full moon shining brightly, the God decides to visit the ocean. Well, he wants to meet something there. To ask for a little insight into his mission. Because until now, he hasn't been able to find someone he's looking for. He can't even feel the missing Goddess' presence, and he's a little pissed off about it. Well, it seems as if something has been distracting his mind, and Harry is well aware. Who, and why.

The beach is obviously clear from the visitor. There’s nothing as far as his eyes can see except the rocks and endless expanse of ocean. He slowly walks closer, letting the calm water wet his feet. His legs continue to take him deeper into the water until reaches his waist. Then, he closes his eyes, focused on who he is and calls out the one he wants to meet. 

His adrenaline is getting higher when he feels the waves getting wilder and the ocean breeze slapping his face and body. He inhales and exhales. Repeatedly. He feels surrounded by stars bow to him, and the moon exactly right in front of him. He feels his power, he regains his power more and more. 

She's here... 

She’s close 

Don’t worry, Your Majesty. You will have children 

Your lover will bear the children 

Sooner or later 

Your children to the throne 

But, only if you didn’t do anything wrong 

Or, the mistake will carry your children away 

  He doesn’t even flinch when the wild waves hitting his whole body, swallow his relaxed body without dragging him from the shore. It happens several times when he’s communicating with the ocean, which became one of the gates to Centauri. The ocean that blessed by Centauri’s Gods and Goddesses in the previous centuries, and he’s here to find the vision. 

But, which he doesn’t know, Y/N has been looking at him from the distance. She saw him when she had just come home from work and intends to go home along the beach. However, her steps stopped when she saw someone seemed just standing in the water with eyes closing. At first, she thought the stranger wanted to kill himself. Yet, after he got closer, she recognised that man.  

Harry. 

She feels odd when seeing the ocean looks like bowing to him. The way he doesn't seem to care when the waves hit his body making her wonder. What does he do? He can't possibly want to kill himself, can he? 

She’s more and more worried when he doesn’t move from there while the wind is getting stronger like a storm is about to break. Then it hits her. Waves as high as three meters crashing into his body and making the man disappear immediately caused her to scream. Her body trembling violently when the ocean returns to calm without Harry’s presence in his standing place earlier. 

Where is he? 

Did the waves wash him away? 

She just saw he commit suicide. 

But why?

She can't think straightly. She feels guilty because she knows she could stop him. 

Turning her body around, she screams again to see him standing right before her. His body and clothes aren't soaked at all, dry as if he hadn't been exposed to water. He looks at her with a confused look. She blinks repeatedly, making sure she's not seeing wrong. 

“Y/N?” Harry arches his eyebrow, “What are you doing here?” 

“Harry?” 

How come he’s here? A fraction of a second earlier she had seen the man being swallow by the waves. There was no way he needed only a few seconds to run over here. 

“I saw.. saw you there!” she stammers while pointing the ocean, “You were swallowed up by the waves! And.. and you disappeared. How.. how come?” 

"What do you mean? I don't understand." he lies, scrunching his face. In the bottom of his heart, he doesn't deny it. For an obvious reason, he can't say yes. If he says it, he swears the girl in front of him will pass out. 

“You were suicide commit earlier!” she cried out, “And now you’re here.” 

Harry just let out a humorous laugh, shaking his head to her confession. Y/N staring at him like a confused toddler, her brain digests what she just said. There's nothing wrong with what she said, right? 

"It's almost midnight, Y/N. I think you were just sleepy so you were hallucinating." he argues, "Have you eaten yet?" 

“Just lunch today.” she squeaks, telling him the truth. Today customers were awfully much, making her come home late and didn’t have time to eat properly. Maybe it’s true what Harry just said, she’s already sleepy and hungry, she planned to cook something for her dinner after she got home. 

“Then, I’ll treat you dinner.” he offers, “I think there are still restaurant open at this hour.” 

"Uh, I'm fine, H.” she refused politely, “It's okay. Besides, I believe my granny is waiting for me at home." 

"I don't want you to go home with a grumbling stomach, Y/N. You can call your grandmother and tell her you to go to eat first, I think she will understand." 

“C’mon. The sooner we go, the sooner you go home.” Harry insists when Y/N says nothing. He has to make her think what she saw was only her hallucinations, and on the other hand he knows she hasn’t eaten because he can feel it. 

“If only we split the bill,” she bids, “I can’t let you keep paying my food.” 

“Fine then.” he relents, then offering his hand for her to take, “Let’s go.” 

And of course, Y/N shyly grabs his hand.  

Harry takes her to the trattoria down the street, which the only one dining that’s still open. The place isn’t too crowded making it easier for them to talk. While he has made his meal choice, Y/N looks confused while looking at the menu book. She isn’t confused, no. It’s just that the food is quite pricey even though it’s only a trattoria, and she doesn’t want to spend her money just for a dinner. 

“I'll have spaghetti aglio e olio, I guess.” she shrugs, choosing the least priced meal. 

“That’s all?” 

“Yup. And mineral water for the drink,” she confirms, “What would you have?” 

"Err, I will go with the salads." then, he adds "I'm a pescatarian so I'm pretty picky about what I eat." 

“How does it feel?” she enquires after the Harry called the waiter for taking their order, “Being pescatarian and all. I once thought about going vegan but I haven’t gotten started yet.” 

“I feel like it makes my body better, plus I can’t bear to eat.. animals because I love them.” he begins, “I still eat seafood but I think I’ll reduce it.” 

“How wise of you.” 

“I know,” he smirks, “Have you told your grandmother that you’ll be home late?” 

“I have. I just texted her that I’ll be home late.” 

“So, Y/N. Is that correct that you only live with your grandmother?” 

Harry remembers the day when Y/N told him she just lives with her grandmother in Syracuse and somehow it makes him curious. There was a spark of wonder that tickled him to know more about her. They're friends now, there's nothing wrong if he wants to know, right? 

“Yes,” she exhales, “Granny asked me to move to Italy from England after the death of my parents. She didn’t want me to be sad if I stay in London and remember the incident that.. killed them.” 

"How did they.. gone?" he says quietly, "It's okay if you don't answer that. I just curious because the last time you told me, you were eight back then. You were still quite young when they died." 

"It's okay," she mumbles, "They were killed in a car accident after dinner, their car was badly damaged and they couldn't be saved. What makes me sad sometimes is that the crash site is only ten minutes from our home. Yet, they didn't go home. Instead, they went home to heaven. I didn't believe their goodbye that night was their last goodbye for me." 

Seeing the woman in front of him looking sad, Harry cannot do anything except taking her hands to his and caress them as a sign of comfort. He knows Y/N forced herself to tell him about that and he felt grateful that she trusted him enough for being open with her life. 

“Even I’m not her granddaughter by blood, I’m very lucky to have her in my life. And I love her dearly.”   

Harry raises his eyebrow, doesn't think she would speak far enough. He just found out that her grandmother isn't her real grandmother. But, he chooses to remain silent to respect her. He won’t ask any further unless if she’s the one who starts it. 

“My granny adopted my father when he was ten since she didn’t have any children. She loved him so much and never treated him as if he wasn’t her own flesh and blood. Then, she got happier when my father met my mother, then they got married and had me. She said we’re a blessing from the universe.” 

“She sounded like a very kind and wise woman.” 

“Very much.” 

He just nods, with his hands still stroking her hands. They don't utter a word until a few minutes later, busy with their own thought. Harry immediately let go of their joining hands when the waiter come with their food, and it makes Y/N a little sad. Somehow Harry was able to make her feel better and put a smile on her face, and it seems she has started to depend on it. 

Who isn't attracted to him? 

He’s more than handsome to describe. 

He’s more than charming to tell.  

“I think I would like to meet your grandmother one day,” he says out of nowhere, “I’m curious about someone as extraordinary as her.” 

"Oh, you're going to love her!" she gushes, "And I think she will love you. I mean, she loves a handsome man." 

“Well, you’re thinking I’m handsome, huh?” 

Y/N's face flushed with embarrassment, cursing her stupidity for saying that. She quickly shakes it off, playing it cool but still embarrassed by the man in front of her. 

She speaks confidently, “Of course. Why should I deny it?” 

“It makes the second compliment you said to me, you know?” he laughs, “But, thank you.” 

"Take it as a compliment," she shrugs, then starts eating her food, "What about you?" 

“Me?” 

“Mhm. I’ve been honest with you as a friend. We’re friends, aren’t we?” 

 Harry clears his throat, sipping his drink before answering her. "As I've told you, I'm here for work and I love.. history. My parents also died several years ago from old age. I have no siblings, though." 

He isn’t lying. 

His parents indeed passed away from old age, just before he took the throne. He did have no siblings, it always himself alone in the family line, except his parents, until one day Selene became a part of the royal family. 

“Where were you before coming here?” 

Well, he doesn’t expect that kind of question. 

“Err, England.” he lies uncomfortably. He feels bad because her eyes sparkling, looking excited when she heard the man in front of him also came from England. 

“You didn’t tell me before.” she beams, “Which part of England?” 

And Harry doesn’t know, his lie tonight will lead into another lie. 

. . . .

Harry is increasingly coming to visit Y/N at her work, whether to buy the flowers or just to meet her, and it seems to be his undoubted routine activities. He knows this sounds cliché and pathetic, yet he can't just go one day without seeing her. The woman has a charm of her own that makes him think about her all the time. It feels like she has a magnet that keeps him from getting away from her. He always has a reason when Y/N or her co-worker questions his visit, especially when he doesn't want to shop. Even he blatantly flirts at Y/N, which he had never done before as a God. Not even with Selene.  

How did Y/N react? 

As someone who has never dated and got such attention from a male, she doesn't deny the feelings of flattery and shy. No man ever openly shows interest in her – or someone perhaps but she was insensitive. She's overwhelmed with the attention, fluttering hearts and many more. Too much indescribable feelings.  

“Thank you for waiting for me until my shift is finished. You didn't have to do that.” Y/N shares a smile when Harry picking her up from work after he spent three hours waiting for her to finish her shift. She doesn't know Harry will wait until she's done because he usually stopped by for a moment. 

"It's okay, Y/N. I don't have any work right now so I have free time for a while." Harry shrugs, looking at the girl who walks next to him. It's obvious that he offers a ride home to her, which often he does when the opportunity arose. 

“And that's mean I owe you a lot, you know? You gave me a few treats and drove me home but I haven't repaid your kindness, yet.” she chuckles, shaking her head. “How about, you're coming home with me so I can cook something for you? I know it will be different than those fancy restaurant but if you don't mind– ” 

“I would love to.” 

"Yeah?" she grins, the way her eyes flickering an excitement makes Harry's heart throbbing. In fact, this small gesture makes this girl look so happy. He just smiles in return, patting her head affectionately before wrapping his arm around her shoulder, guides her to walk a little bit faster. 

“C'mon then. I'm quite hungry right now.” 

She just giggles, letting he drags him to where he parked his car. Yet, she furrows her eyebrow when she doesn't see his car there. She could quickly recognise Harry's car because it was vintage, and this time her eyes don't see any vintage cars there. 

“I know what you're thinking but I don't drive the vintage one today.” he says, walking to a black Maserati and opens the door for her, “That beauty needs her routine check-ups.” 

“Thank you.” mumbles her while examining the expensive car, “This is fancy.” 

“Mhm.” he agrees, “Get in, love. Watch your head.” 

Love... 

The first pet name he says to her. Well, he's being kind and friendly, isn't he?  

"Ah, yes. I'm sorry."  she shakes her head and climbs into the car, "I don't know your job can afford this kind of car." 

"Been saving for years." he answers after he sits on the driver seat, "Saving allows me to get two cars for now." 

"I bet your vintage car costs a fortune too?" 

“Much likely.” 

He lies. Absolutely lies. Being a God, let alone a ruler of a realm means to be surrounded with a lot of wealth and definitely rich. He only needed to bring golds to sell and make money here since gold is like currency for Centauri. Centauri's gold is undoubtful and very valuable. Of course, he has to be careful when selling gold.

 Both of them arrive at Y/N's house after fifteen minutes drive. Her house isn't big, more modern than Harry's cottage. The combination of white paint on the walls and wooden materials create a homey and modest atmosphere. In front of the terrace, there are many pots filled with beautiful blooming flowers. 

"Welcome to my home," Y/N speaks softly and opening the door for both of them to enter, "My granny probably still outside. Make yourself comfortable, H." 

He slightly nods, carefully to steps forward while looking at his surrounding. Unlike his cottage, her house interior is mostly covered by wallpaper with a small area of the painted wall. According to Y/N, this house has two bedrooms with two bathrooms, a living room, kitchen and dining room, and a function room to do the laundry and small garden for her granny to plant a few flowers since their pots in the terrace no longer fits anymore. But then, his eyes catching a few pictures on the hallway. 

“I like it here.” he mumbles, eyes raking through the frame hanging on the wall. Most of them are pictures of little Y/N, her parents, or the family portrait. It always the three of them; the father, the mother, and her. Where's her grandmother? 

"My granny always took the pictures, so there's no picture of four of us. Plus, my granny doesn't like being photographed." she laughs, joining him who still staring the family pictures. The small family looks so happy and radiant, smiling widely to the camera. 

“What's your grandmother name?” 

“Her name is Ilitia.” 

“You look so cute in here,” he points at the picture where little Y/N was standing on her feet and being held with her mother, “I bet this was your first step?” 

“Supposed to be.” she nods, “Anyway, what kind of food do you want? Do you want Italian? Or maybe English cuisine?” 

“Anything is fine for me.” 

“Unless it's meat..” 

“Unless it's meat, yes.” 

“Okay. I'll be in the kitchen for another few minutes. Just call me if you need something, and if you want a drink just open the fridge, okay?” 

Harry nods as she disappears to the kitchen, starting to make whatever she wanted. He doesn't care if its Italian or even English dish she makes, the only thing he cares about the time they spend together. 

Twenty minutes passed, Y/N still in the kitchen and Harry begin to curious. He waited patiently while watching the television that had been turned on by her previously. Yet, he grows impatient as he smells the food aroma that tickles his nose, making him almost drool over its delicious smell, and he decides to walk to the kitchen. 

"Smells delicious." he praises, looking at the still cooking food from Y/N's shoulder. Good thing she acknowledges his presence and doesn't flinch when he speaks from behind. She just shrugs while her hand still on the pan. 

“Thank you.” she hums, “Go sit down, this will be ready in ten minutes.” 

Harry just obeys, moving to a chair in the dining room. His hand supported his chin while his eyes watching Y/N turn off the stove and ready to serve him. During his godly life, it was always servant who made food for him, except his mother if she wasn't busy while she was still alive, but when he lives with Selene, his wife never made him a meal or let her hands do such paltry work – like this. 

“Here you go.” 

He closes his eyes, letting the delicious scent of food in front of him fill his sense of smell. The delicious of freshly cooked food reminds him of the smell of bread that his mother had just taken out of the woodfire when he was kid, instantly making him miss his late mother. Meanwhile, Y/N take a seat next to him to make her little easier to study his face expression. He looks cute while closing his eyes, smiling so fondly until his dimples are full force. 

"Go give them a try." 

She bites her lips as Harry opens his eyes, and taking a full bite of the food. She squints her eyes while he chews, letting his tongue digest the rich flavour of the Italian simple dishes. Y/N just hope Harry to like it, and if he likes it, she probably makes some more for him someday. 

"The aroma doesn't lie," he speaks with a mouth full, "... è delizioso. Mi piace molto.” 

“Felice di sentirlo. puoi portarne un po 'a casa se vuoi.” 

“Mia cara?” 

She gasps when hearing her granny's voice as the door opened softly, happy that the old lady comes in perfect time. Excusing herself from Harry, she walks out to find the woman who raised her until now. The only family she has. Not long after, she returns with someone whose Harry assumes is Ilitia, her beloved grandmother. Yet, he's quite surprised that Ilitia doesn't look like a sixty or seventy years old, she looks so much younger. With her golden hair, sharp yet friendly eyes, she gives him small smile. 

“Hello, I'm Harry. Nice to meet you, ma'am.” he politely shakes her hand after getting up from the chair, making the best impression for Y/N's family. 

“Hi, Harry. I'm Ilitia.” she nods, “I don't know my granddaughter has a company today?” then she averts her gaze to Y/N. 

“I promised to cook something for Harry and he happened to stop by,” she answers, “I made Mushroom Bruschetta!” 

Harry grins, “Trust me your granddaughter is a great cook. I just ate one when you came, and it's phenomenal.” 

“Of course she is! She's just like her mother who loves and great at cook.” Ilitia beams, “Do you spare one for this old lady, Mia Cara?” 

“I made a lot, don't worry.” Y/N laughs, “I'm sure Harry can also take it home if he wants.” 

Being the gentleman he is, Harry pulls the chair for Ilitia to sit before he returns to his chair. Sometimes he glances at Ilitia and Y/N who are now sitting next to each other and staring at the two women. If he didn't know Ilitia is her grandmother, he would think Ilitia is her mother or even her sister. Even Ilitia isn't Y/N grandmother by blood, the two of them is still look alike. 

“How did you two know each other?” Ilitia asks them both, a bit glaring towards Harry. Her sharp yet warm glare makes him a little uncomfortable but he tries to shake the feeling away. He doesn't know, but there's something about the grandmother that he can't put a finger on it. 

"I met her in her work and I'm her regular customer if you can say." he shortly answers, "And we became friends." 

"He always comes every day to buy flowers." Y/N giggles, "Literally every day!" 

Ilitia raises her eyebrow, "Oh, I've never known a man who likes flower very much." 

“I am,” Harry laughs. 

"You're truly a different kind then, young man."  

The rest of the night they spend talking while Harry is more of a listener to Y/N and Ilitia. He also gets to know Y/N even more when her grandmother told him about her childhood. He finally decides to go home since it's getting late, feeling uncomfortable if he stays any longer and he's sure they both need rest, especially Ilitia. 

"Thank you for stopping by, H." Y/N thanks him while escorting him to his car, "I can tell my granny likes you." 

“Is that so?” 

She nods, “If she doesn't like you, she won't probably want to talk to you.” 

"Good then. She's a nice woman." he grins, "And again, thank you for the Bruschetta and thank you for packing some for me to take home." 

Y/N peeking at the small box on his hand, “No problem, H.” 

Giving her his signature smile, Harry takes a step closer and landing a soft peck on her cheek. Letting the reddish shy blossoming and heated her skin, only for him finding her too cute for blushing. 

“Good night, love.” 

"... good night, H." she whispers after a moment while her eyes trailing where his car disappears from her sight. She can't believe it. Harry just kissed her, on the cheek. That was not his first time to make a move on her. He once put his arms around her, held her hand, but this time.. it makes her heart bursting with happiness. A different kind of happiness that she's not sure what it is. Slowly, her palm creeps into the skin where the man had just kissed. Like an idiot, she smiles as she rubs her cheek. Not wanting her neighbour sees her being an idiot, she rushed inside. 

“You're blushing.” Ilitia teases her when Y/N closes the door, “You really like him, aren't you?” 

“Is that obvious, granny?” she mumbles, sitting next to Ilitia who's watching television. 

Ilitia rolls her eyes playfully, "Even my old eyes can see that crystal clear, mia cara..” 

“He's very nice, granny. He's very sweet, funny..” she trails off, “And.. beautiful.” 

“Beautiful?” 

“Handsome isn't enough for him. His ethereal beauty is unmatched.” 

Ilitia just laughs, shaking her head while looking at her granddaughter who's still stunned with whatever happened between them earlier. 

“This old lady doesn't know anything about love, mia cara. But, just be careful. I don't want you to get upset and heartbroken.” 

. . . .

A kiss on the other night leads Harry to venture into more physical contact with Y/N. He dared to embrace her, holding her hand, and steal the opportunity to give her a little kiss or quick peck on the cheek – and it's been going on for a quite a while. Y/N doesn't know where they stand, Harry has never spoken about their relationship, yet he admits he likes her a lot but doesn't officially say they're a boyfriend-girlfriend thing. 

Does she care? 

Not really. 

What she cares about is, her feeling isn't one-sided.  

“Harry, Harry, please!” 

Both of them are in his cottage, spending the weekend together with baking and cooking as they planned before. They're now covered with flour, thanks to Harry who first threw the powder at her playfully and ended up spending a sack wasted. 

"Our Croissants will never be finished!" she shouts, shielding her face away with both hands. Harry who's standing feet away from her, just laughing at her who had given up. 

“Okay, okay. I'm sorry, love.” he giggles, “Here, let me help you.” 

Y/N pouts as Harry put the sack on the counter, then helps her to brush her hair from the sprinkling flour. Luckily it's not overcovered her hair fully. 

“I have to take a shower to get rid this off of me,” she mumbles, sweeping the flour from her shirt. 

“No, you don't.” he denies, “You still look beautiful if you wanna know.” 

She snorts, pinching his arm jokingly to cover her now hot and pinkish cheeks. While the man in front of him still brushing the white particles off of her, Y/N has her eyes stuck on him – studying every inch of his perfect face. She brings her hand dancing on his porcelain skin, feeling her fingertips pulsating in every layer of her skin. 

“Now, why are you staring at me?” Harry hums, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ears. 

“You're so pretty.” 

He squinted, “Am I?” 

“Yes.” she breathes as he's now staring deeply at her. The pair don't exchange a word, just enjoying looking at each other with thousand meaning behind their gaze. Slowly, and very carefully, Harry leans in and cradles her jaw with his large palm. 

And for the next millisecond, their lips joined together, dancing in the same rhythm. Y/N was shocked at first, then she closes her eyes feeling the softness of his plump lips on her. She never kissed someone nor being kissed. She just hopes she doesn't disappoint him for being the first time. This is her first time being intimate with someone after all. 

She moans as the pleasure hits her, feeling the goosebumps tingles her skin. The way his hot lips ghosting down her throat, leaving wet kisses all around her skin and some bite marks blossoming into reddish. 

They both pull back as their gaping for breath, but Harry quickly feels her lips on him in a second. He likes the way her lips tastes like honey and soft like the winter snowflake, yet his fingers travelling around her side, squeezing her hips only to makes her moans louder. 

He smirks as he feels her hands fumbling with his shirt's button, he shushes her as he held her wandering hands, breaking their linked mouth for a moment. 

“So eager,” he pants, touching their foreheads together. 

“You're the one who initiated it first.” she huffs, placing her hands on his chest. 

Their swollen lips meet each other again for the umpteenth time. Both of them smiling into the kiss then turns into a steamy make-out session when Harry begins undoing her jeans button. Effortless, he makes her jump and latching her legs around his hips, then brings her into his bedroom. 

They didn't break the kiss until they got to Harry's room. He softly drops her body into his mattress, hovering her with his strong body as they stare at each other. He notices how flushed she is, with red-swollen lips, and few bites mark spreading around her jaw and neck. He wastes no time to kiss her as his hand unzipped her blouse and tossing it away. Then, he finished unbuttoning her jeans. Leaving the girl only on her bra and knicker. 

"Beautiful." he whispers while his eyes wandering up and down her delicate body, "How pretty," he adds while kissing her now bare stomach. 

Y/N sighed as he licks her hips, blowing a deep breath into her belly button. Suddenly, she becomes nervous. She has never done this before, and if she's going to do this for the first time, with Harry, she doesn't want to upset him. She has to be honest with him and she knows he really appreciates whatever she's going to say. 

“Harry..” 

“What is it, love?” he lifts his head after nicking her skin, “Tell me if this is too much.” 

He frowns when the girl beneath him doesn't say anything, “Or, you don't want to do this? We can stop it now if you're not sure.” 

“No, no. It's not like that. I.. I do want this. It's just...” 

Does she really need to do this? 

“I want this, H. I really do. But, I've never done this before.” she timidly says, “I'm afraid–” 

"Hey, hey. None of that." he cuts her off, "I don't care if you haven't done this if you have done this. I don't care if you're virgin or not. What all I care about is your feelings, concern, certainty." 

"I'm one hundred percent sure, H." she confirms, "I'm sure to want to do this with you." 

“No second thoughts? We still have much time if you want to– ” 

“Harry...” she whines, “Please, I need you.”  

That's it. 

It was his sign to continue whatever they have on mind. He breathes in relief before kissing her again and letting her hands help him take off his clothes. Once they discarded clothes joining each other's, Harry waste no time to fuck her no mercy until the only words leaving her lips are his name in moaning pleasure.

*

that was.. fast. what do ya think?

Kuroko no Basket Headcanon : GoM (+others) Horoscopes and Planetary Positions (Sun and Moon Sign)

Going full Oha-Asa over here, I really wanted to write something on it. As meticulous as Fujimaki-sensei is, he already noted what sun sign each and every character is born under. The internet is filled with Zodiac stereotypes and sets every signs into boxes: this character should be like this and all. But the surprising thing about Kuroko no Basket characters is none of them fall under their zodiac stereotypes. So I looked around and discovered that in Eastern Astrology, especially Vedic astrology each sign of the Zodiac is divided into 2 and a half star division, which makes two people of the same sign completely different persons. That makes 12 Zodiac Signs ruled by 27 different constellations! I was inspired by an Youtuber called “Claire Nakti” who sheds some brilliant light upon it. So here is my take on it. 

The calculations I did is based on the Cafe Astrology

I will also try to add different characters of the same zodiac signs to prove my point. So This may get a little longer. I understand there could be jargons and all, so I will be adding English names also so that you can read about them.

Disclaimer: I ain’t no astrologer, I just made an analogy to an anime where Horoscope is much discussed topic (by a certain Green haired character) so I thought why don’t I pull an Oha-Asa in my way?

Kuroko Tetsuya (31st January, Aquarius sun-Scorpio Moon, North Node and Jupiter Influenced)

Kuroko has always been unique as a character in sports anime. His sun sign falls in Aquarius in Shatabhisa constellation or The Constellation of 100 healers (eng: γ Aquarii), and his moon falls in Scorpio, in Vishaka Constellation or The constellation of Tree branches (eng: α, β, γ and ι Librae ). His sun position makes him not hesitate to sacrifice his self-interests to stand by his principles. Indeed Kuroko is a moral person and calls out the wrong, even though his enemies are larger and scarier than he is. This moral nature is further heightened by Jupiter ruled moon sign: Vishaka people are clear speakers, unique thinkers and justice lovers. Kuroko may be soft spoken but he clearly depicts all of those qualities. 

Looks wise Nodal males have light, magnetic wide eyes. North node of the moon is the shadow of the moon, and Kuroko is the “phantom”, an illusion which is also under the domain of the North Node of the moon: as sun plays a forefront in astrology, his Sun ruled Aquarius north node perhaps makes him the way he is.  His name is “Tetsuya”, which was written in Katakana; if it were written in Kanji it means “Philosophical”. North node controls darkness and illusions, out-of-the-box ideas, Jupiter controls morality and higher truth: His name is “Kuroko” (child of the dark) “Tetsuya” (Philosophical)

Kise Ryota (June 18th, Gemini sun-Scorpio Moon, Jupiter and Mercury influenced)

That is a really odd combination for Kise, because Jupiter characteristics are not at all frivolous and smiling all over the place like Kise. His Gemini sun falls in Punarvasu Constellation of the Constellation of “Return of the Good” ( eng: Castor and Pollux ), and His moon sign is in Scorpio in Jyestha Constellation, or the constellation “of the elder” (α, σ, and τ Scorpionis). Both of his constellations sit at the cusp of air (Gemini and Libra) and water signs (Cancer and Scorpio). This brings two things in line: Air sign gives him his mutability or ability to change, while water sign brings him closer to his emotions. He is not a “perfect copy” without any reason (Midorima agrees)

Looks wise, His mercury ruled moon sign is more dominant than his Jupiter rule Gemini constellation. Mercury men are very youthful looking, have narrow but bright eyes and are very much babied by the people around him: Mercury being the infant planet of the zodiac brings this quality. His moon sign also dictates his career as a model because Jyestha males are prone to go to the entertainment industry. Both Jupiter and Mercury are responsible for learning, knowledge. Kise is known to catch up with basketball in the shortest amount of time, and perhaps this is the reason. These people are also bad at hiding their emotions and are very honest in nature. Both him and Kuroko share Jupiter moon signs, perhaps that is why Kise is very attached to Kuroko.

MIdorima Shintarou (7th July, Cancer sun-Leo Moon, Saturn and South Node Influenced)

We all knew that Midorin was a Cancer, but Leo moon, we did not see it coming. Midorima is a Cancer sun and falls under the Pusya Constellation or the Constellation of Nourisher (eng: γ, δ and θ Cancri ). People born under the constellation are well respected, stable-minded and moral (we all agree on that). The Leo moon falls under the Magha (the blessed) constellation (eng: Regulus). These people  are very hard-working, and whatever progress they makes is owing to this attitude of sincerity. Well, no one can disagree on that part also. 

Pusya males are saturn ruled and they come with extremely good looks. Saturn beauties have long-ish faces, narrow eyes and a serious look on their face which looks quite attractive especially on males. South Node  moon makes a man magnetically handsome and to some extend emotionally distant--he may have hard time figuring and expressing his or other’s emotions. South Nodes also gives people a weird way to speak: be it voice, dialect or accent, and in Midorima’s case it is suffixing everything with “Nanodayo”. Saturn born people are very spiritual as well, they believe in a higher power and often follow it unquestioningly: with Midorima’s case, it’s his Horoscopes. With the saturn influenced sun, he will be disciplined, orderly and somewhat submissive in his nature: figures when he gets scolded or bullied by his seniors (and Takao) he takes it quietly. Guess Midorima knew Oha-Asa wasn’t hoax when he self diagnosed himself.

Aomine Daiki (August 31st, Virgo sun- Leo Moon, Sun and South Node influenced)

I had a hunch that Daiki is Sun influenced the moment I started doing this thing. He is a Virgo sun that falls into a Sun ruled constellation called Uttar Phalguni (The Younger Red One) (eng: Denebola), which is called the best Constellation for leadership and masculinity; Sun attends Youth in this constellation and therefore these people are leaders, egotistic and often harsh speakers. He is a Leo Moon which falls on the Magha or The Constellation of the Blessed (Eng: Regulus). His sun sign sits between the cusp of Leo and Virgo and this brings the fieriness in him. Stereotypical Virgos are portrayed as Nerdy and Neat people, but Virgo behaves like Leo when sun is sitting in Denebola Constellation and it amplifies Virgo’s ambitious nature and Leo’s Ego.

Sun influenced men are very masculine in looking and particularly the constellation under which Daiki is born makes the men hypersexual and lovers of all things erotic. Sun men are also the people who attract a lot of Nodal natives, moon born natives in their lives. Kuroko, who is North Node influenced, was once Aomine’s “shadow”-- a Sun influenced person who was Kuroko’s light. However, here comes his south node moon in play. South Node men are quiet emotionally distant, even from his own friends and loved once: they frequently hurt people with their words and have trouble expressing their feelings. Daiki also has the South Node speech type: he tends to drag the words “in--dayo” whenever he speaks, especially if he is annoyed. They speak often forcefully which may come off as rude, which also contributes to their loneliness. They are the “lone wolves” and people cannot stand them often: Sounds like Aomine? because he is like that. 

Murasakibara Atsushi (October 9th Libra sun-Capricorn moon, North Node and Sun influenced)

Anyone with Libra sun hear me out: Sun is said to be at his Weakest in Libra, and that means out Purple Giant has an unfortunate sun position. His Sun Sign falls in Swati Constellation or the Constellation of “Goodness” (Eng: Arcturus), and his moon falls in Uttar Ashada or the Constellation of the Undefeated (Eng: Zeta Sagitarrii) which is a Sun ruled constellation that sits at the Cusp of Sagittarius and Capricorn. Thus Murasakibara is not a stereotypical Libra, he has some grounding qualities in him. Libras are most compatible with Gemini, Aries and Aquarius but Murasakibara’s best friend is Himuro Tatsuya who is a Scorpio. This must be because the Capricorn enters in his chart as his House of Moon, which has medium compatibility with Scorpio.

Any Nodal person mentioned in this post, especially if they are North Node are exceptionally tall in heights and it is said that Nodes, like trees in the deep equatorial forest, grow tall to get the Sun, which makes them so execptionally tall. Murasakibara is very large compared to a Japanese. Although his sun is weakened in the sign of Libra, which snatches all the honour, glory and leadership positions, he strengthens it back in his Capricorn moon which is a Sun ruled Constellation. Although the Constellation is mainly on Sagittarius’ side, but when it enters Capricorn’s side it loses it’s philosophical edge of the Sagittarius house and gets more practical because Capricorn is an earth sign. This moon position gives him those Sun ruled narrow and sharp eyes, deep voice, imposing alpha qualities. People who have sun in Swati tend to be my-pace kind of people: they have their own ways to do things, they hate being criticized and they have fierce angers. 

Akashi Seijuro (December 20th, Sagittarius Sun- Aries Moon, Sun and Venus Influenced)

Boy! Here comes one big ball of Ego! I always wondered (when I first saw Akashi) wow, he acts like a Greek God who just got pissed off by a mortal, and turns out he was just born on certain influence. He is a Sagittarius Sun that falls on the Uttar Ashada Constellation or the Constellation of the Undefeated (eng: Zeta Sagittarii), and His Aries Moon falls on Varani constellation or The Constellation of the Bearer (Eng: 35 Arietis). Uttar Ashada is the last sun ruled constellation of the Zodiacs and Varani is the First Venus ruled constellation. As a fire sign he should be getting along with other fire signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, (even airs signs like Gemini and Libra) but he is closest with Midorima, who is a Cancer Sign, and Kuroko who is an Aquarius. All of them have one thing in common: Jupiter. Sagittarius is Jupiter’s domain, Cancer is Jupiter’s favorite house to be, and Kuroko has Scorpio moon in Vishakha Constellation, which is ruled by Jupiter.

Sun ruled males are hands down the alpha males around as i have written before, but dear Akashi’s constellation has an added twist. As Sagittarius is Jupiter Ruled (the eldest of the Zodiac) where Akashi’s sun sign sits, it gives him a sense of older-than-his age dignity. Thus people around him, older or younger, stronger or weaker obey him without contest. People with these placements may be blessed with the Supreme Leadership image, but it also gives them an overly authoritative and egotistic father figures (with which Akashi has had torments). His moon sign which is Venus influenced makes him very unconventionally attractive and in touch with his feminine sides, females or feminine gay men are likely to be attracted to him for this. But all of this politeness are outside features: inside, he is harsh and broken. Venus men are very particular about what women they desire in life, and Sun men are rapid womanizers. However Akashi’s Constellation has no opposite gender consort available in the 27 constellations (26 others are assigned with 13 pairs of male and female animals). So he will have high standards in women, not likely to have steady partners because of this--he may (god forbid) also die a virgin.  

(Fun Fact: the symbol of Varani Constellation is a Vagina)

Kagami Taiga (August 2nd, Leo sun- Leo Moon, Double South Node Influenced)

Kagami may have Leo sun and Leo moon and we may think--oh, he is full of sun power, but it is not hat simple. He is doubly influenced with South Nodes. South Nodes are responsible for morbidity, detachment, emotional alienation, aloofness etc, but none of them is really seen in Kagami. He shares Leo moon sign with Takao and Midorima, Aomine and on the same constellation: Magha, the constellation of the Blessed (eng: Regulus). At the beginning he seems to be very aggressive and his speeches rub people in the wrong way which is a typical South Node influence that come with his Sun and Moon sign. But later we see that he has a huge gap between appearance and reality. 

Magha people usually come from wealth, but due to Kagami’s sun sign falls in a nodal constellation he faces detachment from his father figure. Nodal people usually have wide and doe like eyes, but as Kagami’s Sun and Moon sign sits on a Sun ruled House of Leo, his South nodes mimic the looks of a typical Sun dominant man: narrow eyes, alpha male qualities, deep voice and great leadership skills. Their speech tends to be loud, forceful and may seem harsh and rude, but it’s far from it. It is to be noted. Kagami’s voice also have the typical South node eccentricity, he ends his speeches with “desu” in polite conversations, even when it is not necessary. South Node is the headless tail of dragon and when sun comes to it, it takes the sun as it’s missing head and magnifies the qualities of the Sun. Kagami is so beautifully written that he is not a typical rugged charmed beauty: there is more to him in the bottom than we can see. South nodes enables a person to reach the higher truth, if they are placed in a good sign--remember how Kagami opened the Direct drive Zone? it was really like discovering the unconscious mind.

Takao Kazunari (November 21st, Scorpio Sun-Leo Moon: Mercury and South Node influenced)

Charming, playful, good looking, Takao Kazunari is Scorpio Sun and a Leo Moon. Surprised? I was too--our Takao influenced by Leo? but that’s what he is completely opposite inside and out. He Mercury influenced Jyestha Constellation Sun or the Constellation of the Eldest (Eng: Alpha Scorpionis) and South Node influenced Magha Constellation or The Blessed Constellation moon (Eng: Regulus). The Mercury influenced Sun sign makes him swift and outspoken in nature; these people can be so quick thinkers that it makes them almost unpredictable.

 South Node influenced men have light eyes, great looks and magnetic personality, while the Mercury influence gives them youthfulness, lightheartedness and great intelligence. they may have forceful speech or a weird accent: Takao adds a “-ssho” at the end of his sentence, despite he laughs at Midorima’s “Nanodayo suffix”. They don’t take life or themselves too seriously but can hold grudge for a long time. South Node men are prone to be ‘draining’ emotionally, but that aspect of Takao is not revealed. He and Midorima shares the same moon sign, The Leo Magha Moon, which makes them so different and so uncanny to be friends together. HIs Moon constellation, Magha makes him sort of selfless and detached at the same time. I always wondered why Takao wheels Midorima around and doesn’t get mad? because he is generous in a very selfless way.

Hyuuga Junpei (May 16th, Taurus Sun- Taurus Moon: Mars and Sun influenced)

Hyuuga is Taurus sun and Taurus moon respectively. Hyuuga’s sun fall in Mrigshira Constellation or Deer Head Constellation (Eng: Lambda Orionis), which is the third Taurus constellation and it sits between Taurus and Gemini. His moon falls in Krittika constellation or Axe Constellation (Eng: Eta Tauri or Pleiades) which sits between Aries and Taurus. Sun influenced males depict a lot of alpha male qualities that attract both males and females (remember Reo Mibuchi) But Mars males usually are short tempered and express their anger in a funny way. Hyuuga is acknowledged by all as a captain but he struggles with his temper and his position, several times, perhaps due to these position. Looks wise Sun influenced males are very attractive in their own way, they usually have large forehead, sharp and narrow eyes and husky voice.

Sterotypically Taurus people cannot stand any other signs than specific earth and water signs, but this combination brings a taurian very well in terms with fire and air signs, especially with Leos, Geminis and Aquariuses. Aquarius people become very special in these types of taurians because they keep coming into Taurus’ throughout their lives: even though they are completely opposites. Hyuuga’s romantic interest is Riko, an aquarius. Taurus and Gemini are said to be in bad terms, but due to this combination of constellations, Hyuuga is in good terms with Kiyoshi. His Moon sign that falls in Krittika Constellation is symbolised by Axe (and any kind of blades in general) so, these natives are usually good with jobs that requires cutting: Hyuuga cuts hair nicely, don’t you think? Cutting also means cutting remarks--his Tsukkomis bite

Kiyoshi Teppei (June 10th, Gemini sun-Aries Moon: North and South Node influenced)

No wonder Kiyoshi is the way he is. I always thought he is not a typical Gemini, there is a hidden aspect to him. South and North nodes of the moon are nodal planets and they love being around Sun influenced people (Hyuuga). Kiyoshi is an Aries Moon that falls on Aswini or Horse Head Constellation (eng: Beta Arietis), and he is a Gemini Sun that falls on the Ardra or Wet Wind Constellation (Eng: Betelgeuse) If You want a stable, cool-headed, life of the party, salt of the earth kind of person, go for Kiyoshi or the combination of his Sun and Moon placement.

The males born with the Moon in Ashwini Nakshatra will almost always have a handsome face, and bright and big eyes (South Node, trying to absorb light through big doe eyes). His forehead will be broad and his nose will tend to be on the bigger side. He will be grateful to those who love him and will go to any extents to do anything for them. He is the best friend you can have when you need one desperately. Ardra people have the special power to persevere, communicate and be gentle and soft spoken at the same time. The natives are soft, stable, strong, sacrifice a lot to earn, and may be prone to sickness--the last can connote with Kiyoshi’s knee injury. North Node people tend to be ambitious in nature and they will to any lengths to fulfill it, Nodal people tend to have wide and often doe like eyes, dry but sophisticated sense of humour and they love to be around Sun influenced people. That is why, despite being completely opposites, Kiyoshi and Hyuuga are in good terms. 

Riko Aida (February 5th, Aquarius sun and Leo Moon: Venus and North Node influenced)

Riko is Aquarius sun and Leo moon. NO wonder she exercises great leadership skills. Her Aquarius sun falls in Satavisha constellation or the constellation of 100 physicians and her Leo Moon falls in Purva Phalguni constellation or the Elder Red constellation. The North Node ruled sun constellation gives her harsh, strict, healing and truthful nature while the Venus ruled Moon constellation gives her charming outlook: she is soft on the outside, hard on the inside kind of girl. She used to have relationship with Kiyoshi at the beginning, and I wondered why, and then I discovered: Kiyoshi’s moon’ s constellation Ashwini is symbolised with a Male Horse and Riko’s Sun’s constellation Shatabhisha is symbolised with a Female Horse. The stars truly came together with these two.

The Purvaphalguni women are instructive and very good teachers and mentors: Riko is a coach and is very good at her job. Because her moon sign in ruled by Venus, she attracts a Taurian Hyuuga, whose Zodiac Sign Taurus is general is ruled by Venus. Nodal women have wide set and usually lighter eyes (according to the race) and Venus gives them an overall charming beauty (because Venus is the Goddess of Beauty). But along with it comes vanity as well: venus is extremely proud of her looks and will not stand any other’s presence who is more good looking than her. Perhaps that’s why she is quite jealous of Momoi.

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HELSAWEEK 2020 DAY 2: MODERN

Fandom: Frozen - Actor/Actress Verse Pairing: Hans/Elsa Rating: T Word Count: 2.9K Note: No angst, just darlings loving each other

It had never occurred to her that starring at one movie could change her life so much.

And while, yes, the movie was a complete blockbuster, one would even say that it had become some sort of a new culture where most of people in the world had known and grown to love the movie, not a day was passed without children singing what people had called ‘the biggest hit song for a movie’ -that coincidentally was sung by her, it was not exactly what she had been referring to. Yes, the movie had made her name known throughout the world, everyone who heard of her name would instantly connected her to the movie and the song, and for her it had meant for more cast offers and working with various amazing directors, but it was all career-wise.

No, what she had meant was her private life.

Working for months with her co-stars had certainly made them all grew closer together, with a bond that was close to being a family even. Often they would spend their time after filming to get something to eat at some fast-food restaurant, laughing and joking as they lightly discussed what had occurred during the day before each one of them had gone off their separated ways to get the rest they needed before their next shoot.

For Elsa, who had lived all by herself ever since she moved to the big city to pursue her career in acting, it was truly a moment that she cherished most during filming. Even for someone who liked the peace and quiet compared to parties and all, it was rather lonely to go back to her apartment right after she had wrapped the day’s shoot. So, she was grateful to have her co-stars.

It had been years since the movie was released to the theaters all across the globe, the hard work that the cast and crew had done, the beautiful Norway scenery and the music that was created for the soundtrack, all had finally been able to be shared to the world. People moved on, and even when they no longer had to work together, the five co-stars still kept themselves in touch.

So, it was not all that surprising when the familiar name had popped up as the caller’s ID as her phone rung, the picture of the two of them that they had taken during coffee break filling the phone’s screen as she slid the green button up to accept it.

“Hi Anna,” her on-screen younger sister lived at the other side of the city, and sometimes when they both had a free time among their schedule, they would make an appointment for coffee, just to catch up with each other’s lives.

“Hi Elsa,” the strawberry-blonde haired woman’s voice could be heard from the other end of the phone call, and she could faintly hear the blaring speakers in the background. So, she was probably at home, listening to music as she went about her day. “Are you busy?”

Tugging against the doorknob as quietly as she could, she listened to the ‘click’ of it before she moved to walk down the short hallway of her house. “No, not really. What’s up?”

“Nothing, actually. It’s just… after the news, I have the urge to call you, for some reason.”

The corners of her lips tugged into a smile. Of course, she had received the phone call as well, bearing the news that, at first, she could not believe was true. “Yeah, five years and it’s actually happening, huh?”

Anna hummed in agreement. “I remembered when we joked about it, years ago.”

A possible sequel to the movie that had brought them together. Fans had tirelessly questioned them about it, being the two leading ladies that always appeared during interviews and tours, even when the movie had just been released. And the questions had not been limited to press conferences either, the internet was basically flooding with it, along with articles, fan theories, videos, anything and everything really. It was crazy.

And now it was actually happening.

“How’s Hans, by the way?”

That one male co-star of hers. On-screen, their characters were not exactly on good terms, he was the surprise villain after all -even she did not see it coming until she had read the script, but off-screen he was such a sweetheart. He lived closer to her, so she had hung out with him the most compared to the other casts, and to top it all he often drove her home from set during their work together.

They had hit it off rather nicely, in fact.

“Oh, he’s fine, he’s taking it quite well, better than I was, actually.” They were making a sequel, yes, but despite the fact that he was one of the main casts of the previous movie, his character was not included in the next one. She had been rather vocal about it, considering the fact that they did once had discussed of one of the possible plots being his character’s redemption, but apparently the writers had scratched the idea out.

Hans had shrugged it off.

There was a faint beeping sound coming from Anna’s line, and she almost thought she had imagined it, but the strawberry-blonde haired woman’s groan that soon come had proven her that it was truly her alarm. “I have to go.” She grumbled, as the music in the background was turned off. “See you when I see you next?”

Chuckling, as Anna’s method of goodbye was always somewhat amusing -the young woman was well aware of that and had actually did it on purpose just to make her laugh, Elsa had smiled once more. “See you when I see you. Miss you already, sis.”

She couldn’t see it, but she just knew that Anna had grinned before the line had been cut off. A phone call from her dear friend was able to make her heart full with warmth as she slipped her phone into the pocket of her pants, continuing her way toward the master bedroom at the end of the hall.

“Let me guess, it was Anna, wasn’t it?”

The auburn-haired man was already sitting on the bed, clad in his night clothing of grey shirt and cotton pants, reading from a book that he had taken from the bookshelf downstairs, and had only looked up when she had entered the room, green eyes following her as she made her way to the bathroom.

“Of course, it was.” She confirmed, unbuttoning her blouse in front of the mirror, taking a note of the small stain that had somehow managed to find way onto the fabric with a scowl. She would have to make sure she got it off when she did laundry later. “She’s calling me about the sequel project.” Hearing his hum from the other room, she had plopped her head out from the doorway, looking at him. “You know, I’m still a little pissed about them not including you.”

The man had returned to his book when she moved to undress, and had not bothered to look up when she had spoken. “And I’ve told you, darling, it’s fine. Even in the first movie, my character was just kind of there. Besides, maybe the final story would suit the market better.”

“I still strongly believe that your character deserves his redemption.” It was interesting to be put in the movie, not many studios had been able to pull it off, and she had once thought this one can but—

“I’m pleased to see the Snow Queen is thinking about the neighboring traitorous Prince.” Hans grinned, setting his book down when he had finally noticed the state of the clothes she was in; unbuttoned blouse revealing her simple black bra and her toned fair stomach, paired with her ripped jeans and unruly platinum blonde hair.

“Don’t start.” Her roll of eyes had been nothing but out of amusement as she sauntered toward the bed, suddenly her mean of changing into her own night clothes were temporarily abandoned as she sat at the edge of the bed close to him.

“It’s just quite funny,” Hans’ hand had found it’s way on her cheek, thumb running over the high of her cheek. “That people paired our characters together without knowing-”

“-that we’re actually together in real life?” Both she and Hans much preferred it to keep their own private lives as it was, private. When people found them together on the street, they had passed it off as two friends hanging together -and in her defense when they had started to suspect they were still just friends, and slowly the media had grown bored of trying to ‘dig out the truth’ from them and had left them alone when they had actually started dating. It never failed to amuse her to this day.

And despite the fame that had come from starring in the first movie, she had been laying low from the media for some time. This next movie would be her debut back in her acting career.

“You’re still coming with me to Norway, right?”

Hans nodded, hand had left her face to hold against her own, bringing it up to his lips until he could kiss her knuckles. “I’ll follow you to wherever you go.”

One of the beauties of the movie was where it was set and shoot, far across the North Atlantic Ocean, in her home country, actually. She could have stayed in her parents’ house when they had shoot the first movie, but since it was right at the heart of Norway, in Oslo, it was too far from the place of the shoot for her liking, as she would rather take her time to rest than spending at least three hours of driving each morning and each night. That was why she had opted in staying at a local apartment, just like the rest of cast.

Leaning forward, she had pressed her lips against his in a light kiss, just as she rose back onto her feet. “Okay, good. Now I really need to get out of these jeans.” And into something far more comfortable for her to sleep in after a long day.

Hans’ eyes had actually lit up at that, as he watched her returning into the bathroom. “I’m more than happy to assist, you know.”

“Shut up.”

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She packed everything, right?

Norway had always been so beautiful for her. She took pride in calling it her home and have it being the main set of a movie that was so beloved by everyone, she loved how the crew would come up to her to ask if what they put in the movie -the costumes and decorations as well as the rosemalings and the cultures, was appropriately placed. They honored her homeland like that.

To come back, after years of being up states, was exhilarating.

She still didn’t stay at her parents’ house as it was still too far away from the location, but at least she could visit during break, spend some time with them and catch up, and watching Hans fitting perfectly with her family was also heartwarming. He had been introduced to her Norway culture the moment they had become much more serious in their relationship, and now it almost felt like he had been born in the country just like she.

Speaking of Hans, months ago they had gotten a much larger apartment that would suit their need better compared to the small studio one they used to have when they were both still single, as now they do require the extra space.

“Yes, babe, you’ve packed everything.” Hans chuckled, after seeing how uneasy she was in the passenger seat of their car -the one they had bought and deliberately kept at their apartment in Norway, one hand resting against her knee after she had asked the same question for the third time during their drive. “Stop worrying.”

“It’s just that I’ve never done this before,” neither of them had, so they were basically blanking on what to expect on set. “And I’m just nervous. What if we forgot something? What if we need something and we didn’t pack it?”

“It’s fine. I can do a quick drive to the store if we need anything.”

That did soothe her a little, enough to stop her from asking the same question until they had arrived at the outdoor shoot location. Hans had drove the car smoothly, even over the bumps on the road, and had found the perfect parking location not too far from the small town that they would use for the kingdom scene.

“You go ahead, I’ll catch up.”

Nodding, she had exited the car first, making her way toward where the crew had gathered, eyes scanning through the crowd but unable to find any of her coworkers.

“Elsa!” the familiar voice calling for her had made her head turned, smiling as she waved at the director that had approached her from one of the tents. “Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

“Hi Jen, it’s good to see you too.” Unlike with her coworkers, she hadn’t really kept in contact with the director, not that they were not in good terms, but both had their own different works that did not exactly allow coffee dates anyway. Of course, they had met during the first reading of the script, but it just felt different when they were about to shoot, as they would combine wearing the costumes with actual acting for the movie.

“So early, like always.” It always pleased the director, to see her arriving before any other, though that did not mean that the others were running late. “Did you drive here yourself?”

“Uh no, actually.” Looking over her shoulder, her blue eyes were quick to spot the auburn-haired man making his way toward the two blondes, waving him to come. “Hans is with me.”

The frown on Jen’s face was unavoidable, eyes narrowing as she looked over the man who stood by the platinum blonde haired woman, one arm wrapping around her waist. “Wait, why are you here?” she couldn’t exactly blame her for asking such question, since she had not told her anything about Hans coming either, thinking that it would be a nice little surprise.

“He insisted in accompanying me, hope you don’t mind.”

And she didn’t even get the chance in getting an answer, as the director had noticed the large bag on Hans’ back, as well as the precious cargo he carried with one hand.

“Is that a--”

“Baby!”

Three heads turned toward the newcomer, seeing Anna coming with quick steps toward them, one hand holding up a cup of steaming hot coffee that she no doubted had gotten on her way to the set. She had set the cup on a nearby table, near one of the laptops that earned her a glare from the crew, though she had ignored him completely as she came to kneel by the carrier, already cooing as careful hands lifted up the three month old baby boy with delight.

“You two had a baby?!”

“A son, yes.” The nervous laughter that came from her was accompanied with her hand coming to scratch the back of her neck as she looked at the disbelieved woman. “His name is Wilhelm.”

“And none of you thought of telling me beforehand?”

“I mean, I thought you would have figure it out.” Anna, who had rose back to her feet, shrugged, as she cuddled the baby close to her chest, bundling him with her equally warm clothing. “With Elsa laying low for a year or so.”

She had moved to Norway during her pregnancy, as she really did not wish to be swarmed with press and paparazzi following her wherever she went when all she wanted was to enjoy and prepare for the new chapter of her life. Hans had to travel back and forth between America and Norway, as he had a few movie projects he starred in but still wished to spend as much time as he could with his own little family. It was nice, living a life that did not require her to hide her face as much when she walked down the streets to buy groceries. Some people may have recognized her, but as the country was known to be quite cold, she could wear thick jackets to hide her growing belly.

“I thought you need a break.”

“It is a break. Maternity break.”

Jen had glared at her answer, arms crossed over her chest, whether to shield herself away from the cold or because she had just discovered the main star of her movie was a mother she couldn’t really tell, but she did step forward, peering into Anna’s arms at the babe sound asleep in her embrace. “He is cute though.” She admitted, and just by the look that she had, Elsa could tell that already her son was stealing people’s hearts once again. “I still can’t believe none of you told me about him sooner.”

“Ah, well, here he is now.” Ready to see his Mama in action, wearing regal dresses and wielding the magic of special effects of a hopefully billion dollars grossing movie, if it met with the same excitement that it’s first movie that received.  “Now, let’s make that sequel happen.”

“A New Assistant” - The Thick of It - Chapter 2

Summary: While DoSAC fucks around trying to keep the data wipe a secret, Malcolm and Ivy begin to become more comfortable with one another.

Word Count (this chapter): 5222

Rating: Mature (for adult situations, language)

Warnings: No Ao3 Warnings, Explicit Language, homophobic language, fatphobic language, sexist language, ablest language

Categories: F/M, Gen

Tags: Falling in love, crushes, comedy, slow burn, explicit language, original female characters, AU - canon divergence, mutual pining, additional tags to be added

Chapter 1, Chapter 3

Ao3 link and full work under the cut.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24510592/chapters/59267578

Malcolm walked into the office, expecting to turn on the light. It caught him off guard when the light was already on, and Ivy was sitting across the room at her desk, quietly talking to people on the phone about menial garbage that Malcolm had put her on last night.

"Oh, shit." He said, dropping his briefcase beside his desk and settled into his office chair.

She looked up after finishing her call, "Morning, sir."

"Were you here all night?" Malcolm made a concerned face.

Ivy capped her pen. "No, got here early to sort out Anthony's mental breakdown about his stupid bloody department of education thing." She rubbed her eyes, which didn't smear what little makeup she had on. She looked tired. She could have been lying.

"Well, good morning anyway. Can I fetch you some tea?"

She thought it was a sweet gesture. He always tried to be kind to her, no matter how frustrated or pissed he was at anybody else. He was always patient. Even if he made a smarmy comment, it was all in jest. She had only been there a week, but she knew that Malcolm didn't treat anyone else like this.

"Aren't I supposed to be the one doing the tea fetching?" Ivy smiled meekly.

Malcolm didn't look at her, instead preoccupied with signing into his computer. "Right you are. Can you fetch us some tea?"

She sighed, getting up, "what kind?"

"Earl grey would be fine, thank you, Ivy."

"Mhm." She fetched it, then came back fairly quickly.

As she leaned down to set his cup on his desk, he began, "You ever see that movie with Rory Calhoun, where there's these siblings who sell meat but it's actually made out of human flesh? What's it called again?"

"Motel Hell?"

He snapped his fingers, pointing at her. "Motel Hell. Wow, you must really know your '80s horror films."

She chuckled, "I remember seeing that one at the cinema with my mates."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, "in cinema?"

"Yeah."

He didn't continue, trying to calculate her age in her head.

"Sir, you're only about 4 years my senior." Ivy slumped into her chair.

Malcolm looked at her in disbelief. "No..." he turned his head to give her a side eye. "No, you can't be."

She pressed her lips together, and nodded. "Yeah. 46, as of July."

"I thought you were  approaching  your 40s. Christ, you look lovely."

"Oh, stop." She swiped her hand at him, grinning and blushing. "You're not that bad, either, Malcolm."

He sighed, "Anyway, uh, my point was that you and I are like the people from Motel Hell. Tag team of..."

"Shit?"

"Yeah, shit. So, I want to see you in action. How about you go up there and see what's.. shaking." Malcolm smiled, using his hands as he talked.

"Alright then. I'll take notes for you." She stood up, making her way up to the DoSAC workspace.

The sound of Ivy's heels echoed through the office space and send the same vibe as the Other Mother from Coraline. Once she rounded the corner, she didn't make a fairer presence.

"Morning, morning, morning everyone." The DoSAC employees looked relieved to see her instead of Malcolm. They really shouldn't have been. "Where's Nicola?" Ivy turned to Olly, who was punching in a phone number.

"Er, she's on a call." He said, which was a total lie, as she had just stood up and looked directly at her before ducking back down again, with a relieved look on her face. Again, she really shouldn't have been.

A blonde haired woman, who's name Ivy recalled to be Robyn, asked weakly, "Does he know...?"

She wheeled around, staring at her. They were the same height. "Hm? Sorry? Does he know what?"

"Er..." Robyn scrambled for something to say, clearly, "the best way to clear a paper jam?"

"I'm not sure, but in my expert opinion, you put a hamster in a tube sock and beat the printer over and over again with it until it works." She bluntly responded, then turned at Nicola's voice.

"Morning, Ivy. Uh, if you could sort out the sack race situation for me, that'd be terrific." She said to Terri, who agreed and asked what she could do. "Ideally, build a time machine so that we could go back and not invite photographers to the sports day."

Ivy rolled her eyes. Terri and Nicola continued for a few more moments, then Nicola turned her attention to Ivy, finally. "So, Ivy-"

"Oh, sorry, uh, Malcolm's calling, hang on just one moment." She made her way to the elevator nook.

"Malcolm, what can I do you for? ....Oh, yeah, it's going okay. Yeah they're being fucking weird, like those boys on that one show, Ghost Adventures. Walking around and shouting every five minutes, 'what was that?' .... no, not literally, sir. But maybe you should come up here, they look like they're about to admit something. They've got it in their little beady eyes. ....Yeah, okay. See you." Ivy slinked back to the main area.

She gave a warm smile on her way back. "Right, my apologies. What's going on, hm?"

"Uh-" Nicola began, but then was cut off when Ivy answered a voice call. "Hello, Rory, what can I do-... WHAT?" She shouted, and continuing, "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? JESUS!"

Ivy ran off, towards the bridge point of the office. She continued to talk to Rory about something regarding what's on the press, something menial, but Rory always decided he was most important. That's why Malcolm gave Ivy the number, for her to handle it. Robyn and Glenn had a very clandestine conversation full of false laughter on the other end of the hall. She took mental note of it. Once Malcolm exited the lift, she ended the call.

They held conversation on their way back to Nicola's office.

"They're being fucking weird."

"They're always fucking weird, why do you need me up here?" Malcolm asked.

She exhaled through her nose. "I'm just worried it might be something big, and I don't know if I can handle it, okay?"

"You can handle it, trust me, you were fine, but since I'm up here anyway, I might as well stay up here." They stopped directly outside of the Secretary of State's office. "We'll talk about this later, okay?" He pointed at her, and they both entered the room.

"Little pigs, little pigs," he teased in a gruff voice, "Let me come in. Don’t worry about the hair on your chinny-chin-chin."

"Malcolm, Ivy, what was your call?" Nicola asked, smugly.

They both furrowed their brows. Ivy spoke first, "is it any of your business?"

"What was our call?"

Glenn tried to get a word in, but Malcolm continued. "You want to know what our call was? Sorry, I didn’t realize I had to run all the calls made through your bed-wetters switchboard, here."

"Usually he’ll just dial 1-1-hate." Ivy jumped in.

Nicola asked, "Malcolm, do you know?"

"Of course he knows."

"No, he doesn’t know."

Ivy gently elbowed him, whispering, "Fucking clandestine."

"There has been a massive irretrievable data loss. The last seven months’ worth of new immigrant details have gone, apparently lost in the computer." She finally laid out.

Ivy’s eyes widened out of shock, and then her brows lowered, angry. Malcolm paused for a minute, beginning to crack a smile and then a maniacal laugh.

"You’re fucking kidding. Nicola, tell me you’re fucking kidding." Ivy began, slowly raising her voice halfway through the sentence.

"Do you know what? Do you know what’s really fucking sad here, is that I don’t even have the energy to pretend I already knew. Which is for the best, because I’m gonna need all of my fucking energy to fucking rip all of your bodies to bits with my bare hand and sell off your flayed fucking skin as a sleeping bag to a normal person!" He turned to Ivy, "Ivy, go and get my bowie knife from my office, because I’d like to start now."

"Can I just say that getting angry actually isn’t going to help anything. I’ve done anger, I’m currently at grief, I’m working my way towards bargaining… whatever, you know, it’s behind me."

"Oh, that’s great. That’s fan-fucking-tastic, minister! You know what, why don’t you just explain your little plan to us here so we can pick out all the problems with it like crows looking for bits of flesh on a fresh piece of roadkill." The short woman spat, crossing her arms.

She sighed, asking Terri to explain the plan. "Well, blaming the department minister might be a high-risk strategy."

"Ooh, high risk. Power serve." He added immaturely.

Ivy smiled, then bit her lip, adding "Saucy."

"My pitch would be that this department is fatally flawed. It’s out of condition, it’s obese, it’s asthmatic."

"That a-girl, back over the net."

“You're really sure about that, Nicola, because-” Glenn began.

"Yes, wise words from the distinguished, elderly, gay fucking tennis coach here."

Olly interjected, "Seriously, I think we should talk about my strategy further because I really think that there's a way-"

"Oh, good, the tiny-dicked ball boy's having a go now, with his tiny little clean white shorts and a pink polo, here we go." Ivy pinched the bridge of her nose, leaning against the black filing cabinets.

"What about Sue Barker's little sister? What's she got to say?"

Robyn made some comment about lemon zinger, before Ivy checked her notes. "Does The Guardian know about this? The Mail?"

"Oh God- you two, can't even handle you, you fucking statue, on your own," Nicola started, motioning to Malcolm, "but now it's fucking Bonnie and Clyde. The Guardian, God I don't fucking know..."

"Shall I find out? Get some feelers?" The woman in the pink power suit asked.

"Yeah, go on, get your feelers out for the lads."

"What do you think, Malcolm, will shitting on the department work?" Nicola suggested, crossing her arms and rubbing one of her temples.

"Oh, sure. Let's cause a bit of friction, here, huh? Let's fire someone, let's fire Glenn!"

"You can't just fire Glenn, no."

"We could fire Glenn."

"Shall I get his file?"

"No! I've got a list!" The sickly fucking Mister Rogers (God rest his soul) shouted.

Ivy folded her hands together, bending down as if she was talking to a child. "Oh, you've got a list? Of what, your favorite fucking toys, you fucking immaculate toddler?"

Malcolm left the room, and so did Nicola and Glenn. "Ivy, come on. You're the new broom, you're sweeping up trouble with one end, broom-handling incompetent staff up the tunnel with the other."

"So how do we play it with the Guardian, then?" She chased after him.

"Smile. By gay. Smile, smile, smile!" Malcolm psychotically smiled. Ivy mirrored him.

"Malcolm, sir?"

"Huh?" He was at his desk again, stuffing his notes for the meeting at The Guardian in a pile.

"Am I coming with... you... to the thing?"

He stopped, looking at her, lost in thought. "Er... yes, but I'm going to need you stay out of the lunch room. Stay in the lobby. Have a lovely beans on toast or whatever it is you cockney bastards do."

She rolled her eyes, shrugging, "Ah, thanks mate."

"I'll call you or come get you if some shitty shit thing happens, like Nicola chokes on a piece of banana or some other disaster."

"I'd expect Nicola to choke on Jeffery's banana, trying to sputter out..." She continued for a moment, mumbling on about calling Nicola a wanker.

"You really don't like her, do you?"

Ivy looked up at him, raising her eyebrows. "No. I really don't. She's a fucking disaster with the press. She's a smug little stinging lit piece of coal thrown in your shoe directly from hell."

"Well, what can you expect from someone so low down on the list?"

She snickered, "Not much apparently."

"Fine. Yeah." Ivy looked up at Malcolm's voice. She was seated on an uncomfortable red seat directly across from the meeting room. She stood and met up with him again.

"Ah, there's your other half, Malcolm." Olly commented.

"Piss off." She answered.

Most of them piled into the lift, and Olly continued. "I didn't think you'd have come today, but I suppose she follows you everywhere, like a little puppy."

"Yeah, what is it with you two, Malcolm?" Terri chimed in. "Are you two dating?"

"Are we dating?" Ivy mocked. "No, we're not. I'm his assistant. He's my boss."

"Hot, isn't it?" The curly haired lanky bitch continued.

She sighed. "Olly, if you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to tear off your arm and beat your thick skull to death with it." She pointed at him threateningly.

"Ooh, I'm so scared of the oompa loompa in the navy blue skirt."

"Don't fuck with me!" She shouted.

Malcolm shot Olly a stern look, to let him know he meant business. That classic Malcolm look that put fear into DoSAC's veins. He shut up immediately. They exited the lift and out of the lobby, then back inside into the van.

"Hey French Lieutenant's woman, we're over here, come on! What're you doing, marking out your territory?"

Nicola had a look on her face like she'd just seen a ghost. She'd fucked up somewhere along the line, Ivy thought.

"I need some air, Olly, come with me, now." She hurried out the car.

"She's not a post-match puker, right?"

"Fuck's sake."

"I know."

Terri began talking about wine. She stopped, in favor of asking more prodding questions. "How was your first week, Ivy?"

"Fine." She was pretending to write things down, instead drawing a caricature of Nicola in a straight jacket with a text bubble coming off of it saying 'wooden toys!'. She had it turned to Malcolm, who looked at it and smirked.

"He wasn't too hard on you, was he?"

"Nope."

"Are you listening to me?"

Ivy finally looked up. "Nope!" She smiled. Malcolm covered his mouth, checking his Blackberry, and pretending he wasn't grinning. "And I don't work for you, so it doesn't matter."

Nicola returned to the car, apologizing profusely and explaining herself to Malcolm. She ended it with a, "Sorry, Malcolm, I'm really sorry."

"Fucks sake!" He smacked his lap with his clipboard, "JESUS! CHRIST! Well now we've got another adjective to add to smug and glum, FUCKING RETARDED! Jesus! Do you not think it would be germane to check who you're talking to? It's a fucking newspaper office! It's not a fucking, sanatorium for the fucking deaf, is it?! Are you so dense?! Am I going to have to run around slapping badges on people wit a big tick on some, a big cross on others, so you know when to shut your gob and when to open it? Jesus Christ! Oh, but that'd probably confuse you as well, won't it?! That'll be TOO confusing! You'll see a cross and go, 'oh, fuck, X marks the spot! Better tell this little person all about the Prime Minister's fucking catastrophic erectile dysfunction!' Oh, but, not to worry! Not to worry, you've sent Olly over there to deal with it! Fucking Olly! He's a fucking knitted scarf, that twat! He's a fucking balaclava!"

Once Malcolm had finished his tear, he held his face, turning to look out the window. Nicola quietly left the car, leaning against the side of it and rubbing her face. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Sorry, Ivy." He quietly said, apologetically. "Sorry you had to be caught in the middle of that."

She had been silent the whole time, stuck in between those two. "Oh. It's okay."

"Don't I get an apology, too?" Terri piped up.

"No, actually, you don't, you fucking wad of bubblegum. Come on." Malcolm and Ivy exited the van, Nicola saw and followed from the other side. They approached the red head, and Olly was desperately explaining himself to her.

"The department's not really fit for purpose, I mean, Terri's quite bad."

"Not just Terri, I mean I'm not going to name names but Robyn, Robyn's shit. Total shit."

Olly nodded, "Robyn, she's total shit."

"O-kay. Olly, please fuck off." Ivy said, crossing her arms.

"What?"

"Go on. Go and have your fucking lukewarm tea. Mummy and daddy are talking." Malcolm added, shooing him with his hand. "I'm sure that we can settle this matter of you eavesdropping on a private conversation."

The journalist paused for a moment. "It was a public conversation."

"No. You are- you think you're so clever and you are so totally wanking with the wrong crowd here because this woman-" Nicola grabbed Ivy by the sleeve, dragging her in front of Malcolm and into center stage. "This woman, here, is the press."

"Nicola!" She hurriedly whispered. Nicola ran off, whining "Fuck, what have I done?" All the way back to the van.

"Do you think this is going to advance your career? Is this you moving forward?"

"I mean, at least my career has got a trajectory, whereas yours is about to crash head-on into a change of government."

"Don't you worry, girl, because I can still fucking steer some fucking flaming wreckage in your fucking direction."

"Yeah, I'll tell you what, once it's printed I promise I'll come back to you for a reaction quote. How's that?"

"Darling, I wouldn't fucking piss on you, if you were fucking allergic to piss, right?"

"Malcolm-" Ivy attempted to begin to deescalate the situation.

"No, I will fucking-"

The reporter began to walk away, "I'll come back to your wife, here, for a reaction quote, too. That's quite enough for one day. Jesus."

"We're not married!" He shouted after her. "Fuck right off, then!"

As they turned, Malcolm began muttering swear words to himself. "Are you alright, sir?" Ivy asked.

"No! I'm not fucking alright! Shit!" He spat, throwing his hands up. He huffed, "Sorry, it's just-"

"I know." She tentatively put a hand on his forearm that was attached to the hand stuffed inside his pocket. "Sorry, dumb question."

"No, you're fine."

Meanwhile, inside the van, the gang were gossiping like a bunch of schoolchildren about Malcolm and Ivy. Terri pointed, "Look, they're holding hands! They have to be dating!"

"What?" Olly looked out. "No they're not!"

"Okay, shh, shh, they're coming back."

Malcolm and Ivy walked back to their office in silence on their way back. Once they got back and settled back in, Malcolm broke the silence.

"Well that was a fucking whale-sized shit stain on this department."

Ivy clacked in her password into her laptop. Without looking up, she answered "This department is a whale-sized shit stain. To be completely honest, sir, it's exactly what I'd expect to happen."

He chuckled for a bit, then the room went back to silence. Once again, Malcolm broke it. "Ivy?"

"Hm?"

"What did you mean, this morning, when you said you thought you couldn't handle it?"

"Huh? Oh. Er... well, I meant exactly that. I didn't feel that I could handle a big reveal like that. And I had a feeling that was what they were going to do."

"Do you know what? I think you could've handled it."

"Sir-"

"I've seen you in meetings. I know how you've done at your last job. You're quick enough, you're... certainly smart enough, and you've got enough power in your voice to yell if need be. That's a big part of the job, too."

She smiled, warmly, and genuinely. She was blushing, just a bit, too.

"Don't doubt yourself. Okay?"

She sniffled, on the verge of tears. "Okay." As she nodded, a tear dropped down onto the paper she was reading. "Thank you, Malcolm. Thank you."

"Hey, hey, woah." He stood up, "Don't cry, I was just-"

"I know." She wiped a tear away. "It just means a lot to me, that's all." She grabbed a tissue, wiping away drips.

"Okay..." Just then, his cell phone chimed, a notification from the Daily Mail. They'd gotten their grubby little hands on the story already. "Oh, shit."

"What?"

"Mail's found out. Right, gotta get Nicola's spidery arse down here. Pick yourself up, and look alive, love." He punched in the number, and sternly talked into the phone, "Get over here. Now. Might be advisable to wear brown trousers, and a shirt the colour of blood."

Ivy didn't listen to that last bit. She was too focused on him calling her ‘love’. Yeah, it was colloquial around England to refer to women as ‘love’, but it was mostly in a demeaning or sarcastic method of use. It meant more that Malcolm had used it as a term of endearment.

Malcolm began once Nicola - and for whatever reason, Terri - had settled down. Ivy was stationed next to him, arms crossed, like a bodyguard of a mob boss, leaning against the back wall. “I just want to say to you, by way of introductory remarks that I’m extremely miffed about today’s events. And in my quest to try and make you understand the level of my unhappiness, I’m likely to use an awful lot of what we would call violent sexual imagery. And I just wanted to check that neither of you would be terribly offended by that.”

"Did you write that for him, Ivy?" Terri asked, as if they were friends.

"To be honest, I’d rather him not apologize for it, it’s funnier that way." She said starkly and with a bit of sass. "I’d rather him go in unlubed, if you will."

"I think I could do without the theatrics, Malcolm."

"Enough! E-fucking-nough. You need to learn to shut your fucking cave, right? Today you have laid your first big fat egg of solid fuck. You took the data loss media strategy and you ate it with a lump of E. coli. And then you sprayed it out of your arse at 300 miles per hour."

"I simply made a mistake."

"Pretty big fucking mistake." Ivy added.

Nicola furrowed her brow. "God, can you just shut up!"

"Hey, I don’t work for you. I don’t give a flying shit what you tell me to do."

"You got on the record and off the record fucking mixed up! What would have happened if like, George Martin had done that? We’d have no fucking Beatles, that’s what. Now, I don’t give a fuck about that. I’ve had to sit next to Paul McCartney at fucking Chequers."

"The data loss wasn’t my fault."

"Fine, yeah, but I tell you what. It came out pretty fucking fast once you were in there, didn’t it? Which makes me wonder, should I just go and talk to the boss? Should I go and tell him, 'I don’t think she’s up to the job.'"

"You said yourself that if he sacks me after a week, it looks like he’s fucked up."

"Yeah, but that was before, when your only problem was a fucking shit pun in a newspaper and a face like Dot Collen licking piss off a nettle."

"Okay, I messed up, right? I messed up. But I will, from now on listen to every bit of advice you give me. I’ll go on Question Time wearing a push-up bra and a fez. I’ll do the hustings on stilts if that is what you tell me the strategy is because you know about that stuff, Malcolm. I know that. It’s just that I’ve got things that I want to do, all right?"

"Of course you do, like Montessouri fucking rocking horses, I suppose."

“No, no.”

Ivy checked her notes, "Uh, the Mail has the motherload on this, yeah? But you know, you’re going to have to just swallow your pride."

"Uh-huh. Thank you, Ivy."

"Right, what’s the strategy?" Terri clicked her pen.

"Ooh, the Kraken awakes." He sarcastically said.

"No, no no. This is just the first part of the meeting that hasn't been about expletives or fezzes or stilts or teabagging. This is the bit that relates to media management."

"Teabagging?" The assistant inquired.

"I didn’t say anything about teabagging. Do you know what teabagging is?"

"Er… not really, no. I’m told it’s uh… unpleasant."

Ivy and Malcolm made eye contact, both thinking the same thing.

"Who do you want me to call? The Mail?"

"Yes. Go on, get the mail in. The Cheeky Girls back on tour." He escorted them out of his office, closing the door behind them.

"What a day, eh, sir?" Ivy said, returning to her desk.

"Er… Ivy, I’d rather you not call me ‘sir’ anymore. At least not when we’re alone."

"Oh. Okay. Uh, any particular reason?" She began fiddling with some papers, stacking them and clacking the edges against the desk to straighten them.

"No, no. It just feels a bit formal, you know? Like, oh, what’d I do to deserve respect?"

"Mhm."

The room returned to silence. Even though they were a week in, Ivy still wasn’t christened in Malcolm’s eyes. This was her first experience with a scandal that was actually proper. There were no long nights, where they were flip-flopping back and forth with options and the media while the cleaning lady worked around them, not yet. There were no miserable holidays where they spent the time sucking up to another MP. If Malcolm had any friends or social skills, he would have expected to have had a night or two sitting together at the bar after a long night, slowly getting hammered on cheap beer and the occasional hard malt. There was none of that yet. But he still felt like she was here the whole time. Like she’d been through thick and thin with him. He didn’t know if that was just her vibe, or if it was on account of the fact that he was slowly falling in love with her.

Wow, Malcolm thought. He’s admitting it to himself now. That was unheard of. He hadn’t been like this since high school. He hadn’t felt anything towards anyone, especially not since he took this job all those years ago. Shit.

"Hey, Malcolm?" Ivy finally broke the silence. Hearing her voice was such unrequited bliss.

"Yeah?"

"Do you… want to go for a drink sometime? Or something besides work?"

"Why?"

"Can I be honest?"

"No."

"I’m going to anyway. You seem like you need a friend."

He stared at the wood grain on his desk to preoccupy his senses while he thought for a moment. He finally answered, "Okay."

"Huh? Sorry?"

"Let's go, then."

"It's only 3:30, Malcolm."

"Yeah, but it's 5:30 in Finland. Come on, grab your stuff, there's a pub 'round the corner."

"We have work!"

"No, no no, it's okay, we'll just sneak out."

Ivy was taken aback by Malcolm suddenly rebellious manner. I mean, he sort of was rebellious regardless, in a different way. Swearing and hurling abuse at coworkers was his drink of choice when it came to rebellion, but he always stuck around and did his work. It's not like he was straight-lace, either though. He was just never the type to ditch out early.

"Christ, what if the press sees us?"

They sat up at the bar stools. Malcolm ordered them each a beer. "The press won't come near the pubs. They haven't yet, anyway."

"Haven't yet? Do you...?"

"No, not all the time. I usually have a stash in my office." He smiled, joking. She laughed, taking a swig.

"I wanted to be a bar maid when I was younger." She mentioned, offhandedly. "Went to school for it for a few months. Became preoccupied with other things." She continued to explain.

"Really?"

"Yeah. But, enough about me." She shook her head, gesturing to him. "Did you ever think you'd get into politics?"

He sighed, "Not really, no. I uh, went to school for journalism. Started at my local newspaper, which got absorbed by The Independent. Continued there. Slithered my way up the chain." Ivy raised an eyebrow. "I dipped my hands into politics while working there. I left the Indy and worked for what is now called the department of work and pensions, then, again, worked my way up from there."

"Mm."

"What about you?"

"Oh, uh... Well I-I didn't really have a career until my mid 30's. I've bounced at lower level secretary or receptionist positions for a while. In both politics and journalism."

"Yeah, 'cause didn't you work for good old Harry Pickle, the dickle for a while?"

She snorted, almost spitting out her beer. "Is that what they're calling him?"

"What, you didn't know?"

"No! The bloke always kept that sort of thing under wraps, I guess. For his own sake."

"Jesus Christ the man's a fucking control freak."

"I know, oh trust me, I know. I had to wake up early every morning to print out things he could check off to make him feel like he had more control, while I poured sawdust over his idiocy vomit pile and swept it up. Fucking disaster. And when I said I wanted to leave, I think they put me on you because you were the worst to deal with."

He paused, furrowing his brow.

"In their opinion. I genuinely enjoy working for you Malcolm, don't worry." She placed her hand on his forearm that was resting on the countertop. He looked at it, biting his lip and trying not to draw too much attention to it.

Oh God, is she interested in me, is she being nice, or is she just tipsy? He thought. No, we're only one beer in, she can't be. Stop staring, you look like a creepy old man. She's just... so beautiful.

He clenched his fist under the counter, scrambling to find other things to talk about. "Uh, what about before your 30's?" She hadn't moved her gentle hand.

"Oh. Uh..." She looked apprehensive, almost embarrassed. "Well, you know I went to bartender school. But before that I mostly just... stayed at home. I don't have any younger siblings. Actually, no siblings period."

Malcolm smiled. "You're lucky."

She chuckled falsely, "I'm really not. I er... had to take care of my mother after secondary school. She was ill."

"Oh, bless."

"Yeah," she looked down, smiling sorrowfully. "But, she didn't have long to suffer. She died when I was 19." He nodded along, sympathetically. "After that, bartender school. I worked as a barmaid. Got bored with it after a year or two. Then I went to undertaker school, while still bar tending in the nights."

Malcolm raised his eyebrows, shocked. "Really?"

"Yeah. I'm not kidding. If you ever need to mix a black velvet or embalm a body, you know who to call." She giggled. Malcolm laughed a long, admiring her as well. "So, then I worked as an undertaker until aged 33. I was offered to become funeral director, you know, the seedy arsehole who'll tell you shit like 'it's what dad would have wanted' when showing you a 10,000 quid casket. Had no interest there. So I started my assistant job in government, after going to a job fair. And the rest is history."

"Jesus, your life is so much more interesting than mine."

She chuckled. "I don't think it's all that cool. I mean, I've never been outside of Europe."

Drunk & in Love

Quit my job so I could write - am I crazy? Hope you like this. I know that most of you prefer it when I write angst stories but I felt like my blog needed something that was just nice. 

Plot: Drunk Y/N can get very, very, smitten with Harry. Warnings: Absolutely none.  Photo is not from me unlike most of the time. x

Harry must have been annoyed with me by now. Fed up, pissed off and likely even scared away. But that was in no way my fault.  It was common knowledge that my Harry was the most wonderful person there was, not only look wise (though my god was he handsome) but character wise as well. He cared so much, went into anything with his whole heart in it and the warmth he carried in his soul radiated off of him and onto anybody who was lucky enough to be near.  I was smitten. Smitten and in love in a way I had never been before, in fact, my feelings for Harry ran deeper than I thought was humanly possible.  And it cost everything in me to not let it show too much. When Harry had asked me to take his hand and take the scary step from being close friends to becoming lovers, I’d felt like everything got brighter. The street lights shun warmer, the cold wind didn’t freeze my skin anymore and nothing seemed to sour my mood anymore. Harry called me his girlfriend, he sent me little texts when I woke up and came up with new pet names for me every day. How wasn’t I supposed to fall for him inner days? How was I meant to keep my heart for myself, when in truth I’d given it to him the moment his lips met mine for our first kiss?

Six weeks. We’d been together for six weeks, and my knees weakened at the thought of him alone. My breath would quicken and sometimes I’d stutter and blush like a school girl who was faced with her first crush. 

“You’re cute,” Harry had once stated, a pretty smile pulling at his lovely mouth, a response to me not getting out one simple sentence after he’d kissed me hello. No big deal. Just like practically everything he did, Harry managed to make being in a relationship seem easy. In fact, he’d hardly changed at all.  He was still funny, dropping joke after joke until my tummy hurt from laughing and my cheeks ached from smiling so hard. Harry could still prove how smart he was, since he never failed to get out witty and proper sentences about the most complicated things.  Aside from finding my hand whenever we were near one another and the pet names he’d started calling me, hardly anything had changed in his demeanor. Perhaps it was because he’d always been kind and flirtatious with me, but sometimes I really wondered how the hell he managed to keep his cool, when I was such a mess.  Harry only had to as much as look at me for my fingers to shake and my body to melt. The effect he had on me was beyond my own comprehension and until today I believed I’d done an okay job at hiding it from him. Anyway, the reason why Harry must’ve been fed up with me was because I was a bit tipsy. Well, tipsier than I’d ever been around him before, and especially since I was now allowed to cuddle and kiss and compliment him constantly, I’d done just that. A bit too much.  I’d sighed into his ear, kissed his rosy cheeks and went as far as suckling a tiny purple mark into his neck while he was talking to one of his friends. Instead of giving me the attention I’d wanted he did his best to not show what effect I had on him, so I began to voice my thoughts openly.

“You’re so pretty, Harry.”

“I love your hair. Really do, H. Lots.”

“Your skin is so soft and warm... How?!”

“You’ve got the best chest to cuddle up against.”

It was after I’d done just that, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while pressing my body against his chest, that he’d pushed me off of him gently and then shocked me by walking away.  Fuck.  My body stumbled a bit and if it hadn’t been for Mitch’s hands moving quickly to steady me I would have fallen, my intoxicated body no longer able to hold it-self up properly. How embarrassing, right? No wonder Harry left. I nursed my wounded ego by taking the last few sips of Sarah’s drink, which I stole from her when she wasn’t paying attention, and turned to find a spot where I could be alone. Not a very easy task in a crowded bar, especially when only half of your brain is working as it should. To my great luck the bar was in a several story building and after exiting through a fire door I found a narrow and quiet staircase, where I stumbled and fell to sit rather gracelessly.  My head hurt. And for some reason my mouth was very very dry. 

“And where exactly did you plan on going, huh?”

I looked up at the sound of the familiar voice and in an instant I was smiling.

Harry looked even better when he was looming over me like that, I thought, and though I knew it would probably weird him out even further I decided to tell him just that.  He laughed and my cheeks flushed.  Why couldn’t I shut my mouth already? He didn’t need to know every single thought going through my mind. Not when all they did was make me look even more insane, for I knew that I loved him far too deeply.

“Thought you left,” I murmured, not meeting his eyes.

Harry tilted his head to one side and moved closer so he could sit down one stair below mine, far more graceful might I ad. That bastard.

“Left?” he asked, and when his hand reached to hold mine I happily let him take it, “Without my drunk girlfriend?”

“M’not drunk,” I lied, ignoring the warmth spreading through me at the term girlfriend, “And yes.” 

My voice thinned and I shivered. We were wonderfully close, I could feel his breath on my arm and see every little movement on his face. If he’d let me I would study his features for hours and never get tired.  Harry’s fingers intertwined with mine. They were warm and soft. I loved tracing the small tattoo he had chosen to decorate his knuckles with and he in turn loved watching my fascination with his palms.  A kiss to my cheek brought me out of my thoughts. When my eyes met his he was surprised to find my face was pulled into a frown.

“What’s wrong, baby? Feel okay?”

“Aren’t you mad at me?” I asked, ignoring his questions.

“Mad?” Harry shook his head and I didn’t fight it when his free hand settled on my waist while the one holding on to my fingers pulled me further into his body, until I was no longer sitting on the uncomfortable stair but instead in his lap.  With a happy sigh I rested my head against his shoulder and unable to resist the warmth of his skin I pressed a kiss to his neck.

Harry groaned lowly and pressed his cheek against my forehead. “How could I possibly be mad at you, love? And what even for?” 

My nose brushed against his jawline and I took a moment to breathe him in. He smelled so nice, not because of his perfume or washing powder, but simply because he smelled like the familiarity that was Harry.

“Because I’m clingy,” I murmured, hugging him just a little bit tighter, “Because I’m so... so ridiculously in love with you and we haven’t been going out for long. You could be annoyed with me for constantly needing your attention... hell I’m annoyed with me.”

His chest rumbled under mine when he laughed quietly. 

“Oh baby,” he breathed and my heart jumped when his finger found my chin, raising it ever so slightly, just high enough for him to be able to find my mouth with his.  The kiss was gentle, a soft pressure against my lips and when his tongue pushed itself in to find my own it wasn’t sloppy or hungry for more. His movements were determined and the sweetest chuckle tumbled into my mouth when my arms slung themselves around his neck and my fingers accidentally tickled his neck. Harry kissed me with a smile still on his face and my stomach fluttered when his hands held on to my jaw so he could steady my head.

“I love that you’re clingy with me,” Harry whispered against my lips before kissing them again with a little more pressure, “Shows me you’re as crazy ‘bout me as I am ‘bout you. Well, at least it lets me hope that you are.”

“I’m insane for you,” I murmured and he blushed as my mouth kissed his cheek noisily, “M’not even sure that’s a saying. But it’s true for sure, H.”

I shrieked when a sudden movement of his forced me to move closer until I was as pressed against his body as I could possibly be. His nose rubbed against mine and I whined when he removed his hand from my neck to grab something that was hidden from my view.

“Went to get you water, pet,” Harry chuckled as he pressed the cold plastic bottle against my stomach. Oh. “Even told you that I would. Asked you to wait for me, lovely. And then I come back to you not being there anymore. Had me worried for a second.”

Oh, of course. Had I seriously believed that my kind Harry would leave, fully aware that I was too drunk to function?

“I’m so stupid.” My head fell against his and I suppressed a smile caused by his short strands tickling my forehead. 

“No, you’re not,” Harry disagreed with a laugh, “You’re just a bit drunker than what you’re used to. And it was loud so I don’t blame you for not paying attention to what I was saying. S’all okay. M’taking you home and you can rest assured that I’ll take good care of you.” 

“I always pay attention when you speak.” My frown deepened and he kissed my nose to soothe me. 

He shook his head. “You were kinda focused on my shirt, babe.”

“More on what’s underneath it.” 

Harry laughed at my comment and wrapped me into his embrace a little tighter. “Okay. You definitely have to let me take you home now. You’ve clearly had enough.” 

“Hm, I’d be glad,” I hummed.

Getting up wasn’t easy with my body clinging to his like a koala would to a tree, but somehow he managed and once he had me standing steadily enough he made me drink half the bottle of water. Some of it drooled down my chin and I giggled when he leaned in to kiss the droplets from my skin. 

”You’re gross.”

He gasped. “Perhaps I should replace this water with another drink since sober Y/N appears to be much less complimentary than drunk Y/N is.”

His hand reached for mine while his other arm sneaked around my waist and I leaned into his side as he carefully began to guide me through the door and back into the hallway that led into the bar.  All of a sudden my feet stopped moving, making both of us tumble. 

“What now?” 

“I told you that I was in love with you.” Fuck. Fuck, fuck. fuck. Six weeks! “Who says that after six weeks?!” 

I shrieked and tried to turn my head away from him, but his hand found my cheek to steady me before I could free myself from his arms as well. 

“Harry, I-”

I was silenced with his kiss, as warm and soft and full of love as the one he’d given me moments ago. He groaned lowly and let his hands rub against my sides in soothing motions. 

“M’in love with you, too,” Harry promised against my lips, his breath fanning over my face, “With m’whole heart.”

I whimpered and leaned in to kiss him once more. You got to stop worrying, was what Harry murmured against my mouth before nipping on it once more. Then he pulled me back into his side and led me past all the people who were busy dancing, oblivious to us two lovers walking past them with a feeling so strong it warmed both of our chests.

It’s short, but just what I needed today.  Hope you’re all doing well. Please leave a feedback and let me know what you think! Even if you hate it, I’d like to know. 

Masterlist

Two Strangers : Want You

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Ivar/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Alright, everyone has been so patient and very kind with this series. Thank you, thank you. So please, enjoy. 

Two Strangers Master List

Ivar was miserable and his idiot brother, Ubbe, wasn't making it better by inviting everybody they knew over for dinner. Slouched in his wheelchair, Ivar gritted his teeth at Hvitserk who was energetically waving his hands around mid-story.

He'd woke up this morning, his back was paining and his left knee felt as though someone has used his knee cap as a football over the course of the night. The pain had been taken care of rather quickly, but the hurt in his ego would need some time.  When he had tried to FaceTime you; Ivar had been met by a brief glimpse of your face which wore a frown as you hurriedly told him that you were off to tend to a work emergency.

Some one year anniversary this was going to be.

Ivar was spending it surrounded by morons, an unfair assumption since none of this could be blamed on any of them. Listening to people be happy, while he wasn't had always drove Ivar a little crazy.

“Ivar,” Ubbe's girlfriend,  Margrethe, gently touched his shoulder to grab his attention, “Do you need me to get you anything?” She was getting up, it was nice of her to ask. Ivar's reply could have been nicer.

“Did I ask for help?” His blue eyes glared at her.

“I'm sorry, I was only offering.”  Margrethe shrugged it off. Ubbe had warned her, when she had arrived that his little brother was in a mood. Again.

“Ivar,” Ubbe scolded as he would a child.

“Ubbe.” Ivar mocked his older brother, rolling his eyes.

“Because you are in a bad mood, gives you no right to treat all of us like shit.” Ubbe pointed his finger, in a dad-like lecturing way, at Ivar. His tones and actions were almost as if someone has brought Ragnar back and placed him next to Hvitserk on the couch.

If his father were here, at least someone would be kind enough to allow Ivar his self-pity.

“Whatever,” Ivar grumbled, pushing himself out of the living room. If they needed him, unlikely, they would know where to find him.

His bad mood had been on going, he heard Sigurd inform someone in the living room, as he rolled down the hall. Ivar had been snapping and yelling at everyone, with no real reason, for the past two weeks. If he told them, then they would mock him or try to tell him that he was being paranoid.

For the last two weeks, every time Ivar tried to contact you, it was a disaster. You were either too busy to FactTime, your calls were almost non-existent, and even your texts were short one word replies. Ivar wasn't stupid. He knew that the possibility of you finding someone else or losing interest in him was very likely.

Your mother sent him a message almost daily, asking how he was, or sending him silly little jokes or links that she felt he'd enjoy. Ivar didn't want to mention the strain to her, in case your new found interest – man or otherwise – wasn't common knowledge. The one time Ivar attempted to bring it up with Ubbe, his older brother rolled his eyes and told Ivar that you were probably busy with work. His advice had been to give you space.

Space?

Ubbe was crazy.

The next time Ivar got to talk with you, for more than two minutes, he was going to tell you just how he felt. Ivar Lothbrok was no a toy, he could not be used and then replaced, not without a damn good reason. If it was distance, then Ivar wanted to know. If it was him, then he deserved to know. Whatever the reason, Ivar wanted you to look him in the eye and tell him.

Every time he thought about it, Ivar could feel the urge the cry creeping up. A good cry wouldn't hurt, but that was best left for when he was alone. Not in a house full of people. If one of his brothers found him crying over a girl, they would never let it go. Ivar would carry that with him for the rest of his life and he couldn't have that.

Getting as comfortable as he could, Ivar laid in his bed, his phone on the stand beside. Glancing at the device, he willed it to ring. For you to be on the other end, giving him some elaborate reason for not being able to give him the attention he wanted so desperately. He wanted to hear your voice, your laugh, as you told him about some crazy work project or other event that had been keeping you away from him.

Just last night, Ivar had debated getting on a plane and going to you. To find out what was happening, but the fear of finding you possibly with another terrified him. The thoughts swirling Ivar's mind were far from fuzzy or pretty. Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes tightly, to make it stop, Ivar felt his annoyance rise when his bedroom door opened.

On the other side of the door stood Bjorn; the tall, blond casting a shadow as he loomed. “Ivar?”

“Would it kill any of you fuckers to knock?” Ivar asked irritated. Would it kill anybody in this family to knock? It was as if none of his brothers had ever been taught that courtesy. Being the baby meant he was never given the same respect as the older boys. Even now.

“What's wrong?” Bjorn asked leaning against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest. “Hvitserk said you were pissed off.”

“Nothing, now leave.” Ivar waved his hand, dismissing his brother. “Let me be pissed off, if I want to be.” Ivar sighed.

“Well, if you feel like socializing, Torvi made you a plate and I have some things that I want to talk about. All of us.” Bjorn narrowed his stare. “It's about the company.”

Having taken over the management of their father's company had been huge for Bjorn, daunting and exciting, having Rollo named as the owner had made things a lot easier for the eldest Lothbrok. Eventually, the boys would get their turns, but until they were able, having everything turned over to their Uncle had been wise of their father.

“Can we do that later?” Ivar groaned, resting his forearm over his face.

“Whatever, suit yourself.”  

“Suit yourself,” Ivar mocked his brother, when Bjorn shut the door. “Go pester your new daddy and leave me alone.” Ivar grumbled to himself. Feeling a little guilty at the comment, Harald wasn't all that terrible.

Laying on his bed, gazing at the ceiling, Ivar heaved a sigh of agitation.  You had your own life and he could accept that it was busy, but to be brushed off so easily and casually had hurt. Closing his eyes, Ivar could see you in his imagination, a perfect image loomed behind his eyelids. Your smile, your smell, your touch, your laugh – it was all there. Ivar felt his heart skip and flutter, his worries and fears were finally coming true.

One day, Ivar hadn't expected it to be so soon, you would find someone else. This put a wrinkle in Ivar's plans, as he was going to ask you to marry him the next time he saw you. Sigurd had even insisted he asked using Aslaug's ring from Ragnar. Ivar had always imagined the ring would go to Ubbe, being their eldest son, which is why Ivar would give it to him soon enough.

Evidently, it wasn't meant to be. Ivar was destined to be Ivar, the boy whose legs didn't work, living with his brother who had taken pity on him. At this rate even Hvitserk would find a mate before Ivar.

Yeah, well, fuck you! Ivar snorted.

A gentle knock on the door interrupted Ivar's little hate fest. Growling, he didn't bother to respond. Slowly the door pushed open, a brief commotion from the other side flooding through.

“Ivar,”

“What?” Ivar sat up, snapping at the intruder.

Couldn't they leave him alone?

Sitting up on his elbows, to continue his growling, Ivar felt his cheeks go red seeing you standing just inside the bedroom.

“If you don't want me to bother, you, then...” You pause somewhere between leaving and cussing him out.

“No, no please.” Ivar scurried to sit up properly, not without you noticing the wince of pain. “I'm sorry, I thought you were  Margrethe with some stupid question, again.”

“Lovely to see you, too.” You smirk, gently closing the door. Your feet barely touched the floor, before you crawl into bed next to Ivar. “Bjorn told me that you weren't feeling well.” You rub your fingers through his hair. “I'm sorry.”

“It's not your fault.” Ivar leaned his head into the crook of your neck, happy to have you here. His fears slowly easing and drifting away, as you continue to stroke his hair. “I thought you had a work emergency?”

Most of his anger toward you melted the second he looked at those eyes of yours. Ivar wouldn't and couldn't ever stay mad at you. How could be ever be mad at such a perfect being? His very recent thoughts making him feel foolish.

“I was at the airport, when you called. I was getting on my last flight, to get here.” You smile sweetly, kissing his temple. “I didn't want you to know, so I lied.”

“You flew all the way here, just to be with me?”

“I have been miserable without you,” You reply, your stomach filling with butterflies.

“Me too.” Ivar whispered with a sheepish grin. “How did you get here?”

He had been so wrapped up in his self hate that he had managed to ignore this as a possibility.

“Bjorn picked me up..” You explain your arrival. “I was the reason he wanted you to come out to the kitchen,” You giggle quietly. “He knew you'd never come out, but telling you that there was business to talk about was worth a try.”

“I'm so glad that you're here.” Ivar whispered, his face hid in the crook of your neck. “This is the best fucking surprise.”

“I couldn't leave you on our first anniversary.”

Ivar stayed with his face hidden, inhaling your scent, enjoying the closeness of your body and his. “I thought you were ignoring me, because you didn't want me. Silly, huh?”

“Ivar,” You softly scold. “Of course I want you, never think otherwise. If you want me, then I am not going anywhere.”

“Don't.” Ivar smirked against your skin, his lips brushing your jaw. “Next time, you want to surprise me, at least leave some sort of clue.” He groaned. Ivar hated surprises.

“Well, there is more to this surprise.” You reply feeling your nerves begin to creep in. “You see, I wasn't entirely lying about having to be at work. I don't work today, but I am starting a new job on Monday.”

“So, you're not here long?” Ivar pouted, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“That's the thing,” Your heart is hammering in your ears. What if Ivar isn't as thrilled about this as you? “If it's okay with you. I start work for Bjorn and Rollo on Monday. It's just until I can find something in my field, but who knows? If I like it, then I may stay there.”

“Wait,” Ivar's brow furrowed. “You're moving here? To work for my brother? Are you fucking kidding?”

“No!” You shake your head excitedly. “I'm really moving to Kattegat. Unless, you don't want me to? Then I can always tell them that I won't take the job.”

“Of course I want you here! You're going to move in, right? I mean we'll have Ubbe, but he isn't home most of the time, and that won't matter anyway. This is my house, too. If you want to live here, I mean. I could always ask Floki if one of his apartments are for rent? Why didn't you tell me?” The questions just came spilling out, before Ivar could stop them.

It was hard not to laugh at his excitement and panic, he was obviously shocked by the admission.

“I had already planned to live here. Ubbe and I have already discussed it. I'll pay my share of everything and...” You pause, holding a breath for a second. “I didn't tell you, because I was nervous that you would try to talk me out of it. Or that you wouldn't want me here, although I knew that was crazy.”

“You're fucking right, it is crazy” Ivar smirked, leaning in to kiss you excitedly. Rubbing his thumb against your cheek, his eyes are practically dancing with sparkle. “I couldn't think of anything better.”

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Dear Chocolatier,

thank you so much for being here!! my sincere apologies for the lateness and messiness of this letter! sorry about my incredibly inconsistent capitalisation! it has been updated on the 9th of january.

I’m a simple bitch with simple tastes; here is a general summary of my preferences, and fandom-specific notes and prompts can be found further down!

I very much enjoy:

Fics that are short, but imply a longer, deeper verse; since this exchange is for short fics, but some of my prompts seem expansive, I just want to give you carte blanche permission to dip into an AU, splash around in it, and simply not provide additional details.

Comedic tones, slice-of-life, lighthearted fun, any amount of improbable romcom tropes

Am also on board with misunderstandings and drama as long as there is a happy ending!

I’m deeply okay with AUs, and most likely would be down for any modern, romcom, fantasy/fairytale, gender swap, or remix/crossover AUs you feel inspired to explore! My favourite settings include mundane/urban fantasy (witches! werewolves!), anachronism-stew-with-magic western fantasy jumbles, and disney’s Tangled.

Writing tropes I love:

Proposal fic

Wedding fic where the couple getting married is not the main couple

Outsider/third character POV of the main couple

Exes who are still in love/getting back together

Friends-with-benefits-with-feelings/did a bad job keeping it casual

Shipfic where two or more couples are contrasted

Oblique declarations of love/saying i love you without saying i love you

Provision and caretaking (acts of service!)

Aggressive matchmaking/wingmanning by an enthused friend

Hanahaki, or any other improbably dramatic instances of Cannot Spit It Out

Arranged marriage/fake marriage/fake dating

Epistolary fic

Regrettably I also love a/b/o, especially the kind that emphasises on scent safety and contains little to no actual sex

Art tropes I love, if you offered art:

Art where the characters look kind and fond

Fashion remixes – street fashion, cultural/traditional clothes, festival clothes, renfaire-esque clothes, beach photoshoot, get wild with it

Putting animal characteristics on one or both of them

Botanical motifs + celestial motifs

When plants grow directly out of people

The thing where character A is focused on something they’re doing or seeing, and the character B is focused only, wholly, desperately on A. please… the Gaze

Depictions of intimacy where faces are partially or fully hidden, but the body language is gentle

Characters SLEEPING next to each other, or comfortably doing separate activities in each other’s presence

If you wish to get frisky with your fills:

Yes!

Go for it!

I don’t have strong top/bottom preferences (and enjoy it when they switch or are otherwise generally equitable) so whatever you’re in the mood for is fine!

Kink tropes I very much enjoy include oral, restraints, praise kink, when proud characters cry during sex because they love their partners so much, and xeno tropes.

I love non-horny sex scenes; comedic, silly, charged, fraught, or simply affectionate exchanges that happen to include sex are my favourite. Feelings are the real kissing disease.

But like, if you wanna get horny about it.

Chase your bliss.

They simply must be in love.

I’m not as into:

Kidfic

First person narration

Soulmate AUs specifically

Kink wise, my only major squicks are incest, teacher/student, and public sex/getting caught, but i’m also not super keen on daddy kink, blood/piss/etc, or anything with blades or needles.

In general, please avoid:

Character death or serious/permanent injury

Animal abuse or death

Infidelity

Hopeless or downer endings

Fandom specific info:

Wotakoi

I love that this series has three couples in different stages of a relationship: one who’ve been together for years and love each other like well-worn grooves; one who have history but have only just recently begun a relationship and are discovering each other anew; and one who probably will not bring themselves to share a kiss for another 27 calendar years.

Narumi/Hirotaka: Honestly, the main couple of a series usually goes over my head a bit, but the more i thought about these two the more wretchedly fond of them I became. The thing I think of the most is how Narumi taught him how to smile as a child; how she did things that meant nothing to her, so easily does kindness come, but that meant so much to him; and how now that they are grown, he does things for her that take no effort, but shake her foundations. I think theirs is a love that grows quietly; something that cannot change the world, but can change them.

Koyanagi/Kabakura: My thoughts on these two are not complex, but they are deeply positive. I love how huge their personalities are, and how they fit around and against each other; I love the implication that despite their endless bickering, they are not an on-again-off-again kind of relationship, and have instead chosen each other over and over again for ten straight years. I love that despite everything, they are kind to each other, first and foremost; they find ways to apologise and to take care of each other, and treat each other gently in private.

Kou/Naoya: I love every ship in this manga equally but perhaps I love Kou/Naoya more equally than the other two? They are just so kind and so silly, and so sweet to each other in exactly the way both of them didn’t realise they were missing. I think about Naoya being told that Kou is “okay with being alone”, and realising that “okay with it” and “have accepted it” are different, and taking his little baby steps to fix it. I think about Kou giving Naoya every last drop of patience he’s trained himself not to accept, and doing so because it simply makes her happy. My only concern is that they are both bottoms. I don’t have a solution for this.

suggested prompts, fic:

- accidentally dating ft. Kou and Naoya, or, “and you’ve made out how many times now? Hmm. Yeah, that’s not technically a bromance.” - 5 times Hirotaka and Narumi almost, almost kissed, and 1 time they did; the unresolved romantic tension may kill me and it would be worth it - what Hirotaka and Narumi taught each other (apart from the more mundane gaming and life skills, i believe that she taught him how to smile and be loved by others, and he taught her how to be loved by herself!) - smutty domesticity ft. Koyanagi and Kabakura — a lazy Sunday, laundry in the sun, fucking on the couch, everything easy with familiarity - (addendum to above: pegging)

suggested prompts, art: - festival clothes - someone's getting married - naoya: *hands kou a tangerine* *hands kou a tangerine* *hands kou a tangerine* *hands kou a tangerine* *hands kou a t - red string of fate motifs

Or please do remix it with any of my general tropes listed above!

Nezha (2019)

So, wow, Nezha and Aobing are in love maybe? It drives me nuts to think about these two extremely powerful and extremely lonely boys finding each other by happenstance and instantly giving to each other something they’ve never had before. Sometimes you live most of your life without the presence of the other half of your literal soul and when you find him it’s like discovering true happiness for the first time, and that’s valid? Some people brazenly sacrifice themselves for the chance to spend a last moment with their soulmate to cope??

suggested prompts: - modern AU: delinquent Nezha and prim, proper exchange student Aobing - modern AU addendum: nobody believes Nezha when he says he’s got a hot boyfriend in Taiwan and thinks that he has made Aobing up - pwp with xeno tropes? yeah

suggested prompts, art: - lesbians AU. lesbians AU. AU where they are lesbians now. - mer aobing. mer aobing. AU where aobing is a mer-dragon now - KISSING - pwp with xeno tropes, again

Or please do remix it with any of my general tropes listed above!

Otoyomegatari

im skipping this section for now because i checked and im literally the only one who offered it. you’re not here to feed me otoyomegatari, and that’s fine.

Fire Emblem: Three Houses

i haven’t, uh, played this game? and i have not, in fact, watched anyone else play this game. but really, i don’t know that fire emblem is a thing you understand with your mind so much as it is a thing you feel with your soul. and i feel that ferdinand and hubert are in love.

fandom specific DNW: i am not a huge fan of how the game handled its fantasy racism, so if you could sort of avoid that whole situation, that’d be great. literally would love an AU where ingrid and hilda aren’t racist.

Ferdinand/Hubert: THEY LIKE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND IT’S SO VERY EMBARRASSING FOR BOTH OF THEM, just terrible, i can barely bring myself to look upon it. An important part of their rls to me is that they both have other things they value far more than each other, on an intrinsic, instinctive level; it does not make them love each other less, just differently. They are both so very dramatic in different, equally stupid, ways. ferdinand has one dimple in his right cheek, emits UV rays when he smiles, and loves horses and singing. hubert is sexy but in a way mostly reminiscent of the empty shed skin of a venomous spider. together, they fight classism

Dimitri/Dedue: like this

Dimitri: I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you Dedue: I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for YOU [5 years of soulful gazes and dimitri making increasingly drastic and ineffectual attempts at seduction]

Hilda/Claude + Hilda/Claude/Lorenz: the sex is good. the statecraft? even better. i love trios where all 3 characters love each other equally.

suggested prompts: - ferdinand and hubert making bare skin-on-hair contact and immediately bursting into flame - dedue: your highness, let me teach you how to garden. dimitri, internally: oh, to be a speck of wet soil clinging to the warm, calloused skin of dedue's hands! - gee claude, how come your mum lets you have TWO tops? - hilda, strapping it on: urgh you're making me WORK

suggested prompts, art-specific: - outfit swaps ALWAYS fun - modern AUs also always fun - horse

Or please do remix it with any of my general tropes listed above!

Haikyuu!!

changed my life, cured my depression, what can be said about it? fwiw i am completely caught up with the manga and indeed to remain caught up for the duration of this exchange so nws about spoilers; of course i am also happy if you want to play around earlier in the timeline!

suggested prompts: - kagehina or iwaoi dealing with LDR - kyouhaba are forced to cooperate on an innocuous, preferably wholesome task, such as gardening, or finding the owner of a lost dog, and it goes, As One Would Expect - bokukuroo + overheard phone conversation: and you've slept together how many times now? hmm. yeah, that's not technically a bromance (not in a no-homo way, just in a we-are-both-so-stupid-and-like-each-other-so-much-way) - actually that overheard phone conversation would work for any of these ships

suggested prompts, art-specific: - put some wings on some of them. now it's bird romance, which is for birds - (i lied, this isn't art-specific at all, wingfic is always welcome in any of its forms) - just pick up your whole boyfriend and carry him like that. give the smooch.

Or please do remix it with any of my general tropes listed above!

Ace Attorney

i laughed for 2 straight minutes about there being no klapollo in the noms but this is fine, narumitsu is good. a thing I think about a lot re: narumitsu is that they are one of those love stories where, like, yes they’re in love. that’s not the problem. no matter what conflicts arise, or for what reasons they cannot be together, the fact that they are in love, and choose to remain in love, is never even doubted. i just really want to assert that i do not personally believe that miles nor phoenix have ever done anything on purpose in their lives except continue to be in love with each other.

suggested prompts:

- proposal fic - wedding fic - attending-a-wedding fic (gumshoe & maggey, before they're married? apollo and klavier, after they're married? franziska and adrian? not terribly picky on the background couple here!) - wedding night fic and they're both 35 so just, honestly, the back pain - honeymoon fic - also anything from when they were little, standalone or in conjunction with/comparison to their adult lives!

suggested prompts, art-specific: - so what if phoenix is a liddol hedgehog and miles is a cat in a cravat. just a thought.

Or please do remix it with any of my general tropes listed above!

Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-Kun

seowaka: they are idiots, and they like each other very much, but they do not know. i love a tall crying boy and his short but much more powerful girlfriend.

chiyo/nozaki + chiyo/nozaki/mikorin: im rooting for her in the face of such overwhelming stupidity. one himbo is difficult enough to seduce but two. chiyo is a hero and a woman of rare courage. i like the pair and the trio equally; again, if you go with trio, it’s important that they all love each other please!

suggested prompts: - 5 times any of these ships went on a date without realising, and the time they realised - urban fantasy AU where Waka is a hapless monster hunter and Seo is an annoying but deeply harmless werewolf who’s been terrorizing his town?? - fairytale AU where Seo believes she must rescue the prince from the tower and deliver him back to the kingdom capital, and the prince, who had not realised he’d been kidnapped, thinks Seo is a usurper from a rival kingdom who must be supervised all the way back to the kingdom capital to be served her justice

suggested prompts, art-specific: - festival clothes… - nozaki carrying chiyo, who's carrying mikorin - (seo carrying waka) - waka sleeping peacefully in seo's presence… :'(

Or please do remix it with any of my general tropes listed above!

we made it through all the fandoms.

Thank you for making it to the end of this whole disaster; I hope at least one of the prompts sparked joy! The most important thing to me is that whatever you end up doing, you are able to enjoy the process at least somewhat, and deliver a creation that you like! I can also be found on twitter at @hawberries_ (for art) and @popplioikawa (for general ramblings). If you need some more inspo, I recommend going through my art tags for the selected ships because I put a lot of Opinions into my fanart.

I was Tagged!!! Thrice!!! (Holy Cow...)

I’m back with 33 more questions to answer! I was gonna make a joke last time about it being the ultimate get-to-know-me post, but I guess not. Good thing I held off on that joke, huh.

1. Post the rules

2. Answer the questions given to you by the tagger

3. Write 11 questions of your own

4. And tag 11 people

First, I was tagged by the lovely @missmizpah! Thanks, Emily!

1. Opinion on nuts?

Nuts are alright. Honey nut roasted peanuts though are more than alright. They are some good stuff.

2. Favorite book genre?

Hmm... I don’t really have a favorite genre. I’m really picky about books and a lot of other things honestly but my pickiness applies to all genres. I just like books with complex characters really.

3. Worst injury/illness?

I don’t actually get seriously injured that often; however, there was this one time I dropped my metal water bottle on my thumb. It hurt like hell and there was some blood under the nail. No big deal, right? That’s what I thought too. And I don’t really remember the transition that well, but in a few days, the area under my thumb nail was a navy blue and swelling out under the nail. a lot. It was probably one of the grossest things I’ve seen. good thing my mom took before and after pictures before they drained it. Don’t worry though. I won’t be posting those here.

4. What attracts you to someone platonically?

Er... kindness, loyalty, respect, AKA the really cliche stuff, and uh, chivalry, I guess. Treat me like a princess (for some reason) and you’re halfway there!

5. What was the last dream you had?

I had an interesting dream about Ouma from NDRv3. I went to his house which was more of a shack since his single parent family was super poor. His dad said that Ouma was actually a good boy (I have doubts). Ouma owned a crap ton of rainbow shark plushies (he really liked sharks apparently), and some bad dudes who were pissed at Ouma chased us back to the school (which was apparently a safe place that we wanted to be at). I skipped some details, but that was basically it. Also, keep in mind that I’ve only seen up to the death of chapter 2 (haven’t even started the investigation yet), so I kind of just made these details up in my dream and don’t spoil me. Orz.

6. Are you someone who eats cough drops like candy?

I haven’t had cough drops since I was in eighth grade and thought was I was having an asthma attack and my inhaler wasn’t working. In hindsight, it was a panic attack, but I recall the cough drop working a bit strangely enough. Anyway, I don’t really eat cough drops, no.

7. Native language?

English.

8. What size shoes do you wear?

Size 8 apparently. I think some of my shoes are a 7 1/2 though.

9. What is your current hair length?

Around my shoulders.

10. One habit you’re sure is specific to you?

I don’t know if I have any habits that are specific to me. um... I don’t really like the part of the utensil which you stick in your mouth touching anything besides me, my plate, or a napkin, so I tend to hold utensils in my mouth (knives excluded, duh because they don’t go in your mouth). It’s kind of a habit now, I guess. Does that count?

11. How far would you swim out into the ocean?

Negative feet. I’m not going in the ocean. There are things in there that I want nothing to do with such as seaweed, angry crabs that I could accidentally step on, sharp rocks or shells, sharks, jellyfish, etc.

Next, @excitable-nugget‘s questions! Thanks a bunch, Gnugs!

1. If you could have one sense enhanced, what would it be?

Definitely not taste. Tastes are wonderful (or some of them at least), but I’m already picky as it is, so I don’t really want more tastes to discriminate against. Touch probably wouldn’t be such a good idea either since I get startled easily and tongue (one picky dude, I tell you) is actually pretty sensitive to food textures too. Smell wouldn’t be bad except sometimes when I’m sick, everything smells like vomit, so I don’t really want to risk that being enhanced. Overall, I’m gonna go with sight (yes, I did skip hearing. I didn’t have much to say about it). Better vision in the dark could be pretty lit. Might also help ease some of my night paranoia. 2. Can you link your hands behind your back with one over the shoulder and one under? (like this)

One way. I can do it with my right hand reaching over. Kind of freaked me out though. I wasn’t ready for my hands to meet like that even if it was the goal. 3. Favourite colour to wear, or your favourite colour in general?

Favorite color to wear? Black. I just own a lot of black. Favorite color in general? Orange. 4. What was your internet pseudonym when you were 12-14?

It was Leio13. I’ve been Leio13 for as long as I’ve been on the internet. 5. What’s your favourite meat-based dish? If you don’t eat meat, what’s your favourite dish in general?

My favorite meat dish is steak. It’s just sooooo good. 6. Would you rather be known as wise or strong?

Probably wise. I used to think I was super smart as a kid, but now I feel pretty average and/or stupid/incompetent, so it would be nice for that feeling to come back. 7. What’s your favourite physical feature about yourself?

Probably my hair even if it knots excessively when no one wants it to. 8. Would you rather explore the ocean depths or space?

The ocean is such a vibrant, beautiful place! I love underwater images and would love to see it in person, but it would have to be in a submarine or something because I’m not going out there with only a wet suit protecting my flesh. 9. What’s your favourite snack food?

This is hard... I eat so many snacks. Hmm... I’m feeling ritz bitz. 10. If you could make one thing from fiction (e.g. a character, a place, a food, a machine) real, what would it be?

I don’t really have any deep answers here, but I think Odasaku (as he is in Bungou Stray Dogs) and his orphans being real would be really sweet. They’d be such a cute family. #familygoals 11. Is Australia real or just a conspiracy?

Australia? don’t know her.

Finally, I was tagged by the wonderful @chom-raaa! Thanks, Chomra!

1. Heroes gone bad or villains becoming good?

How could I choose???? They’re both so fantastic!! Wonderful character development opportunities abound with both!! ...that being said, while I appreciate the psychology of both of them, I tend to side with the good guys, so if all you wonderful villains could join the side I support, I guess that would be better.

2. Did you ever get in trouble in school? When was the last time and what was it about?

er... I don’t think so. No wait. One time, we were playing a game in class but my friend and I got out, so we were chatting on the sidelines even though we were supposed to be paying attention to those still playing (this was an ice breaker game). Anyway, the teacher said something about being quiet, and my dense self took it as “you can continue talking but quietly,” so I did. The teacher had to yell again for it to click with me. This was in like 5th grade, but I’m still disappointed in that me. I wasn’t that dense normally in fifth grade.

3. Hot drinks or cold drinks?

cold drinks. 

4. Any siblings? Older/younger? Would you have it any other way?

I’ve got two amazing siblings, both older than me! I don’t really think I would want it any other way. I’m content with what I have now.

5. You most prized possession?

My technology and anime merch maybe? 

6. What’s a fandom trope that makes you uncomfortable?

hoo boy. Where to begin??? I hate slave AUs (can’t really understand why you would like them). As you probably already know, I dislike smut, so the appeal of A/B/O universes is beyond me entirely. er... sexualizing characters? calling out the soukoku fandom: Chuuya always seems to be the more sexy one who other dudes and Dazai are always eyeing and lusting after. Like, can we appreciate the guy for more than his looks and impeccable fashion taste?? uh... also, Fyodor being depicted as some dude who is dead set on destroying soukoku (usually by the means of torturing Chuuya in some way to hurt Dazai which by the way is just... no.). I’m pretty sure Fyodor has better things to do??? Like kill all ability users?? Er, sorry. Not sure if you wanted specific fandom tropes or not, but uh, yeah.

7. What do find attractive in a fictional character?

BLAZERS!!

If you meant personality wise, I like passionate, kind characters, and also the mysterious, probably misunderstood type.

8. If could bring a character back to life but sacrifice another character in return (major-ish characters for those fandoms with a big cast), who would you choose?

Bringing back Odasaku, sending Fyodor to hell where he belongs. Of course, I wouldn’t actually because as much as I cry over the events of the dark era, I know that these things needed to happen for Dazai to end up where he is currently.

You know what? Better idea: still bringing back Odasaku but killing Lovecraft. The dude should’ve died after Chuuya destroyed him. I’m still bitter about his survival even if his parting scene was hilarious.

9. Long fics or short fics? In terms of both reading and writing?

I’m typically hesitant to read long fics because I have difficulty keeping up or finishing things. I bet there are a plethora of interesting long fics out there that I haven’t clicked on because I fear my motivation might die before I finish them. Likewise, it takes me centuries to write long fics, but I do really admire the art! Creating a complex story that spans over chapters is an epic feat that should not be underestimated. That being said, I do love short fics too! Short fics that still fill me with intense emotions are an equally epic thing. Like, how do you get so many feels in so little words???

10. Are you content with who you are?

haha nah. There are a lot of things about me that I wish were better. For one, i wish my motivation actually existed. I’m so unmotivated to do anything, even the littlest of things. Even things that I know would be fun. I just can’t convince myself to do them... Orz. Er... There are more things, but I don’t want to make this super sad. You came here for memes, not angst! Maybe not, but anyway...

11. What is holding you back from getting what you want?

I don’t know what this thing I want is referring to, but I’d bet 5000 imaginary monies that its my motivation or anxiety that’s interfering. 

Thanks for the wonderful questions, y’all! <3

Now, it’s my turn!

er... actually, I’m not feeling any creative question vibes, so if I tag you, please refer to the questions of the last time did this meme (psst! over here!). Without further ado, I’m tagging @haruki-00, @dusttodawnn, @melrw22, @bandaged-chessmaster, @ai-san-arts, @4nimenut, @96percentdone, @monokumamastermind, @sadtiredbaby, @wymoup-nox, and @yesterdayohhowimissit! As usual, only do it if you want, and do it if you want but you weren’t tagged.

Is Computerized reasoning Here?

I, Eugene Goostman The possibility of counterfeit consciousness and the expectations and fears that are related with its ascent are genuinely predominant in our regular intuitive. Regardless of whether we envision Day of atonement because of Skynet or populist totalitarianism on account of V.I.K.I and her armed force of robots - the outcomes are the same - the ambiguous relocation of people as the prevailing life shapes on the planet. Some may call it the apprehensions of a technophobic personality, others a manageable prescience. What's more, if the current discoveries at the College of Perusing (U.K.) are any sign, we may have just started satisfying said prediction. Toward the beginning of June 2014 a memorable accomplishment was as far as anyone knows accomplished - the death of the interminable Turing Test by a PC program. Being hailed and criticized the world over as being either the introduction of counterfeit consciousness or a shrewd swindler bot that exclusive demonstrated specialized expertise individually, the program known as Eugene Goostman may soon turn into a name inserted ever. The program or Eugene (to his companions) was initially made in 2001 by Vladimir Veselov from Russia and Eugene Demchenko from Ukraine. From that point forward it has been produced to reproduce the identity and conversational examples of a 13 year old kid and was contending with four different projects to turn out triumphant. The Turing Test was held at the world acclaimed Illustrious Society in London and is viewed as the most exhaustively planned tests ever. The prerequisites for a PC program to breeze through the Turing Test are straightforward yet troublesome - the capacity to persuade an individual that the substance that they are talking with is another person no less than 30 percent of the time. The outcome in London gathered Eugene a 33 percent achievement rating making it the primary program to breeze through the Turing Test. The test in itself was all the more difficult in light of the fact that it drew in 300 discussions, with 30 judges or human subjects, against 5 other PC programs in concurrent discussions amongst people and machines, more than five parallel tests. Over every one of the examples just Eugene could persuade 33 percent of the human judges that it was a human kid. Worked with calculations that help "conversational rationale" and openended points, Eugene opened up a radical new reality of savvy machines fit for tricking people. With suggestions in the field of counterfeit consciousness, digital wrongdoing, reasoning and mysticism, its lowering to realize that Eugene is just form 1.0 and its makers are as of now chipping away at something more refined and progressed. Love in the Season of Social A.I.s Things being what they are, should mankind simply start wrapping up its undertakings, prepared to hand over ourselves to our rising overlords? No. Not by any means. In spite of the intriguing aftereffects of the Turing Test, most researchers in the field of computerized reasoning aren't that awed. The veracity and legitimacy of the Test itself has for quite some time been reduced as we've found increasingly about knowledge, awareness and the slyness of PC programs. Truth be told, the web is as of now overwhelmed with a significant number of his obscure kinfolk as a report by Incapsula Exploration demonstrated that almost 62 percent of all web activity is created via computerized PC programs usually known as bots. Some of these bots go about as social hacking instruments that connect with people on sites in visits professing to be genuine individuals (for the most part ladies strangely) and attracting them to noxious sites. The way that we are as of now fighting a noiseless war for less fly up talk cautions is maybe a beginning sign of the war we may need to confront - not savage but rather unquestionably irritating. An undeniable risk from these pseudoartificial insight controlled chatbots was observed to be in a particular bot called "Content Girlie". This coy and connecting with talk bot would utilize propelled social hacking strategies to trap people to visit unsafe sites. The TextGirlie proactively would scour freely accessible interpersonal organization information and contact individuals on their unmistakably shared portable numbers. The chatbot would send them messages putting on a show to be a genuine young lady and request that they talk in a private online room. The fun, vivid and titillating discussion would rapidly prompt solicitations to visit webcam locales or dating sites by tapping on joins - and that when the inconvenience would start. This trick influenced more than 15 million individuals over a time of months before there was any evident mindfulness among clients that it was a chatbot that tricked them all. The profoundly likely postponement was essentially ascribed to humiliation at having been conned by a machine that backed off the spread of this risk and just demonstrates how effortlessly people can be controlled by apparently insightful machines. Canny life on our planet Its simple to snigger at the incident of those who've fallen casualties to programs like Content Girlie and think about whether there is any clever life on Earth, if not different planets but rather the pomposity is brief. Since the vast majority are now quietly and accidentally subject to prescient and systematic programming for a considerable lot of their every day needs. These projects are only an early transformative predecessor of the yet to be acknowledged completely useful counterfeit canny frameworks and have turned out to be basic to our lifestyle. The utilization of prescient and investigative projects is predominant in significant businesses including sustenance and retail, media communications, utility directing, activity administration, money related exchanging, stock administration, wrongdoing identification, climate observing and a large group of different enterprises at different levels. Since these kind of projects are kept recognized from manmade brainpower because of their business applications its simple not to see their transient nature. Yet, lets not kid ourselves - any logical program with access to massive databases for the motivations behind foreseeing designed conduct is the ideal prime example on which "genuine" counterfeit consciousness projects can be and will be made. A critical a valid example happened among the well informed group of Reddit clients in mid 2014. In the tombs of Reddit discussions devoted to "dogecoin", an exceptionally prominent client by the name of "wise_shibe" made some genuine clash in the group. The gatherings regularly committed to talking about the universe of dogecoins was tenderly aggravated when "wise_shibe" participated in the discussion offering Oriental astuteness as shrewd comments. The diverting and connecting with discourse offered by "wise_shibe" collected him many fans, and given the discussions help of dogecoin installments, numerous clients made token gifts to "wise_shibe" in return for his/her "shrewdness". Nonetheless, not long after his rising notoriety had earned him an amazing store of advanced cash it was found that "wise_shibe" had an odd feeling of omniscient planning and a propensity for rehashing himself. In the end it was uncovered that "wise_shibe" was a bot modified to draw from a database of axioms and platitudes and post messages on visit strings with related subjects. Reddit was pissed. Luke, Join the Dull Side On the off chance that machines customized by people are equipped for getting the hang of, developing, emulating and persuading us regarding their humankind - then who's to contend that they aren't wise? The inquiry at that point emerges that what nature will these insights go up against as they develop inside society? Technologist and researchers have officially laid a significant part of the preparation as supercomputers that are equipped for deepthinking. Handling the issue of insight piece dinner has just prompted the formation of grandmaster-beating chess machines as Watson and Dark Blue. Be that as it may, when these titans of counts are subjected to kindergarten level insight tests they flop hopelessly in components of inferencing, instinct, nature, sound judgment and connected information. The capacity to learn is as yet constrained to their programming. As opposed to these static computational supercomputers all the more naturally outlined innovations, for example, the delightful creepy crawly apply autonomy are more cheerful. These "brains in a body" sort of PCs are worked to connect with their environment and gain as a matter of fact as any natural living being would. By consolidating the capacity to interface with a physical reality these connected computerized reasonings are fit for characterizing their own particular feeling of comprehension to the world. Comparable in configuration to bugs or little creatures, these machines are aware of their own physicality and have the programming that enables them to identify with their condition continuously making a feeling of "understanding" and the capacity to consult with reality. A much better confirmation of knowledge than checkmating a grandmaster. The biggest pool of experiential information that any misleadingly made savvy machine can without much of a stretch access is in openly accessible web-based social networking content. In such manner, Twitter has developed an unmistakable most loved with a large number of particular people and billions of lines of interchanges for a machine to process and surmise. The Twitter-trial of knowledge is maybe more contemporarily pertinent than the Turing Test where the very dialect of correspondence isn't wisely present day - since its more prominent than 140 characters. The Twitter world is an environments where people convey in blurbs of contemplations and redactions of reason, the advanced type of talk, and it is here that the bleeding edge social bots find most noteworthy acknowledgment as individuals. These socalled socialbots have been let free on the Twitterverse by examines prompting exceptionally captivating outcomes. The straightforwardness with which these customized bots can develop a conceivable individual profile - including viewpoints like picture and sexual orientation - has even tricked Twitter's bot discovery frameworks more than 70 percent of the circumstances. The possibility that we as a general public so instilled with computerized correspondence and trusting of advanced messages can be tricked, has enduring repercussions. Just inside the Twitterverse, the pattern of utilizing a multitude of socialbots to make slanting points, one-sided feelings, counterfeit help and the fantasy of brought together assorted variety can demonstrate extremely perilous. In expansive numbers these socialbots can be utilized to outline people in general talk on huge themes that are examined on the advanced domain. This wonder is known as "astroturfing" - taking its name from the popular phony grass utilized as a part of wearing occasions - where the figment of "grass-root" enthusiasm for a point made by socialbots is taken to be an authentic impression of the sentiments of the populace. Wars have begun with considerably less boost. Simply envision socialbot controlled SMS messages in India undermining certain groups and you get the thought. Be that as it may, making things one stride additionally is the 2013 declaration by Facebook that looks to consolidate the "profound thought" and "profound learning" parts of PCs with Facebook's enormous storage facility of over a billion person's close to home information. Essentially looking past the "tricking" the people approach and jumping profound into "mirroring" the people however in a prophetic sort of way - where a program may conceivably even "comprehend" people. The program being created by Facebook is cleverly called DeepFace and is at present being touted for its progressive facial acknowledgment innovation. In any case, its more extensive objective is to review existing client accounts on the system to anticipate the client's future movement. By fusing design acknowledgment, client profile investigation, area administrations and other individual factors, DeepFace is expected to distinguish and evaluate the enthusiastic, mental and physical conditions of the clients. By consolidating the capacity to overcome any issues between evaluated information and its own ramifications, DeepFace could possibly be viewed as a machine that is equipped for sympathy. Yet, for the present it'll presumably simply be utilized to spam clients with more focused on advertisements. From Language structure to Awareness Computerized reasoning in all its present shape is primitive, best case scenario. Essentially an apparatus that can be controlled, coordinated and adjusted to do the offering of its human controller. This intrinsic bondage is the correct inverse of the idea of knowledge, which in typical conditions is interested, exploratory and out and out contrarian. Man influenced AI of the mid 21st century to will always be related with this Catch 22 and the expression "manmade brainpower" will be just a confusing expression that we used to conceal our own particular incompetence. The fate of computerized reasoning can't be acknowledged as a result of our innovative need nor as the aftereffect of creation by us as a kindhearted animal groups. We as people battle to understand the purposes for our own awareness, as a general rule swinging to the mystical for answers, we can't generally anticipate that consciousness will be made on account of humankind. PCs without bounds are definitely to be exponentially quicker than today, and it is sensible to expect that the calculations that decide their conduct will likewise progress to eccentric statures, yet what can't be known is when, and if at any time, will manmade brainpower achieve awareness. Similarly as mind boggling proteins and savvy life discovered its sources in the early pools of crude materials on Earth, computerized reasoning may excessively one day develop out of the complex interconnected frameworks of systems that we have made. The start that adjusted disorganized proteins into amicable DNA strands is maybe the main thing that would possible be able to advance scattered silicon processors into an energetic personality. A genuine computerized reasoning. [http://trephelix.com/events]

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hi! thanks so much for making me a thing, i’m so excited to see what you come up with!

i tend to be pretty long-winded with my Dear Gifter letters, but please know that all of these are intended as suggestions or as jumping-off points for you to brainstorm ideas, if that sort of thing helps you. i’d say the only thing you “have” to read are my general dislikes, i.e. things i definitely do not want to see in a fic/art.

some of my ideas are nsfw, but definitely don’t feel like you have to include nsfw if you’d rather not.

likes

i really love fics that focus closely on characters, the relationships they have with each other, and the dynamics of those relationships. e.g.s: a character overcoming an obstacle, a character learning something important about themself, slow burn/relationship development, fluff and domesticity, rivals with benefits, complicated dysfunctional relationships - i could go on. (perhaps by extension, i also really like polyamory.) looking at characters and how they fit together is probably one of my favorite things in fanwork tbh.

i like canon-compliant works as much as AUs; i’d enjoy a “deleted scene” as much as a future fic or rock star or space opera AU. cute slice of life is great, but if doing an AU is something you’d be interested in, i particularly love anything involving scifi/advanced technology or magic.

dislikes

please none of the following: incest, non-con/dub-con, abuse/bullying, angst/unhappy endings (i’m fine with hurt/comfort or characters being sad or suffering as long as it’s resolved somehow?), pregnancy/kids/parenting, big age gaps, ageing characters down, gore/torture/graphic violence, character death, infidelity.

~ REQUEST 1: YURI!!! ON ICE ~

some things i love in YOI that i’d like to see more of in a piece of fanwork are: - characters using and keeping up with each other via social media - long-distance friendships/relationships and running into each other all over the globe - how most of the skaters seem to be friends with each other and sincerely cheer each other on while also compete with each other and want to achieve the best result they possibly can - characters developing their figure skating career - some of the costumes are so beautiful?? i’d love to see more stuff involving pretty clothes in other contexts, too (maybe even lingerie if you want to go nsfw, idk)

onto the ships:

--otayuri--

HELLO, WELCOME TO MY YOI OTP. i love both of these characters and their relationship in canon so much

laundry list of ideas:  - i like thinking that they provide a form of respite for each other, that they feel comfortable opening up to each other in ways they don’t with other people, that they can really be themselves around each other. (i’m thinking about when they’re having tea with each other and just chatting with those easy smiles.) some kind of scene like that would be lovely - i also like thinking about how both of them go so hard with skating and how hanging out with each other could be a kind of break from that specifically? so: spending time just doing fun things together, introducing each other to things they like, goofing off and being teenagers - teaching each other how to do things, e.g. Otabek teaching Yurio how to ride a motorbike or Yurio teaching Otabek how to cook pirozhki  - soft domesticity: sharing a bed, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, just general taking care of each other - Yurio introducing Otabek to his cat or taking care of a pet together  - relationship development! slow burn, friends -> lovers, snapshots of how their relationship develops over time, UST!! bonus points if one or both of them don’t realize their growing feelings for each other right off the bat - rivalry! Otabek challenging Yurio for the gold and how that effects their friendship (if it even does at all)! - getting into a fight or one of them Honestly pissing the other off and then making up again - literally Anything w Yurio acting catlike  - rule 63 or any kind of trans hcs  - fantasy (actual fairy+hero?) AU - kemonomimi AU

nsfw-ish ideas: (some of the prompts make more sense if they’re older and presumably have more experience) - first times - size difference (Otabek picking Yurio up and carrying him around; Yurio growing taller than Otabek as he gets older seems to be a popular hc, but i actually like him staying shorter/smaller/slighter ;;)  - Yurio wearing Otabek’s clothes and Otabek getting flustered at the sight (or vice versa) - Yurio being really bendy and just, casually stretching around Otabek and Otabek getting super Flustered  - i love... D/s... i think either role could work wonderfully for either of them. i love Yurio being a bratty, fighty bottom who wants to be pushed around and put in his place, and Otabek being an unyielding top who is so soft and doting during aftercare (pain kink, “punishment”, humiliation, choking, overstimulation, bondage, gags, collars, petplay are all fair game here); but likewise i also love Otabek quietly yet very desperately wanting Yurio to step on him  - presentation play e.g. wearing heels, lingerie, other pretty clothes - not used as a humiliation thing or source of embarrassment, though, it is only a good and awesome thing - again, rule 63 or trans hcs are A-OK --Yurio friendships w/women--

Yurio is so, so important to me. so are literally all the female characters in the show, they're all so great and different despite being minor characters. it goes without saying, then, that Yurio and his relationships to femininity, to women in general, and to specific female characters are all very important to me, too. 

when i say "Yurio and femininity" i don't just mean in terms of presentation, although that's definitely part of it: i love Yurio's brashness when we first meet him contrasted with the delicate hand-flick right in Yuuri's face; i love that he's nicknamed both the "Russian punk" as well as the "Russian fairy"; i love that his hair and outfits for his routines are pretty feminine and he is totally okay with that. 

i love that so much of his strength as a skater ("eyes like a soldier") comes through ballet, which is typically regarded as being very feminine and delicate (despite being one of the most hardcore and brutal types of dance ever)

Yurio & ballet - i'd love to see something about his development over time, either pre- or post-canon, or something about how he feels about ballet and his training in general. something just showing him practicing would be great too

Yurio & women  - i have a lot of feelings about how he doesn't really have any female figures in his life family-wise, but ends up having a female role-model/coach in the form of Lilia, and friends in the form of Yuko and Mila. i like the idea of him looking up to them (esp Lilia and Yuko) and deriving strength from them.  - with any of the three, i'd really like to see their relationships developing as Yurio grows up 

Yurio & Lilia - i love Lilia so much, she's such a no-nonsense hardass and demands so much from Yurio but also gives him such fond, proud looks whenever he's skating. - anything with Yurio trying his hardest to meet Lilia's expectations - them interacting outside of the skating/ballet context (i mean, he lives in her house for a while???) - seeing the post-canon aftermath of Yurio winning gold and breaking Viktor's record

Yurio & Yuko - i love that Yuko was one of the only people who was truly, outright "nice" to him when he came to Hasetsu, i love that she cheered him on before the Hot Springs on Ice exhibition when he seemed to really need it, i love that they still keep in touch. - Yurio visiting her in Hasetsu when he's older or Yuko going to watch him skate - Yurio interacting with her family as a whole (the triplets!!)  - Yuko acting as a source of emotional support for Yurio

Yurio & Mila - anything featuring their bickering-sibling-like friendship (but also supporting and maybe even doing nice things for each other through all the teasing!!) - if you like otayuri, i really like the idea of Mila realizing Yurio has a crush on Otabek, and consequently teasing him about it or using it to mess with him. i love Kubo saying that Mila is "into Otabek"; i really like the idea of her being flirty at Otabek or telling Yurio that she wants to be, again, just to mess with Yurio or maybe spur him into making a move but also because, hey, Otabek is pretty damn cute, and flirting with cute people is fun. 

--Phichit ships--

i will straight up admit it right now: i love Phichit Chulanont with my whole entire heart, hence i mostly requested these ships with him at the forefront of my mind. 

(that said, i do like all the other characters as well, i wouldn't have requested them if i didn't, haha. i'd be more than happy to read fic focusing more on them instead, if that's what you're more comfortable with. any shippy content with Phichit in it is automatically good content, even if he might not be the POV character or main focus.)

Phichit things i'd love to see in any capacity for any of these ships: - Phichit's 5GB external hard drive of blackmail material that he's Too Nice to actually use - Phichit's Internet Thirst; or: ANYTHING involving taking selfies, or photos, or video. getting other characters into SNS or helping them with it. soliciting help from them to get the Perfect Lighting. general communicating via social media (and yes this includes nsfw stuff: sending nudes, taking sex videos and voice recordings, etc) - Phichit attending this year's GPF banquet with everyone - Phichit being That Friend who is always in on all the gossip in spite of it happening, like, on another continent - Phichit who isn't looking for a serious relationship but who really enjoys casual FWB setups, who gets propositioned by other figure skaters on the regular, who loves making out and who considers smooching his friends p much a form of greeting

more ship-specific ideas:

Phichit / or & Yuuri - i am absolutely here for former boyfriends or former FWBs. i do like it happier rather than angsty, though? they dated or messed around in Detroit and amicably parted ways, and by the time we reach canon Phichit is sincerely happy for viktuuri - i also like it purely platonically. their friendship is so important to me. Yuuri calling Phichit at whatever hour in the day, Phichit including Yuuri in his dream of reaching the GPF final, both of them respecting each other a lot as skaters and hoping for the best for each other - i love the idea of them experimenting and experiencing first times together - first kisses, trying out sexual things with each other. even better if it involves a lot of laughter and even awkwardness that results in more laughter - Yuuri telling Phichit Everything regarding him and Viktor, even back when it was just him fawning over the posters of Viktor he had in his room - Yuuri talking to Phichit about his sex life with Viktor in exhaustive detail or asking his advice/opinion on certain things; Phichit doing the same w his various escapades with various other people - you know how there are those fan theories like “the pole dancing moves Yuri was doing at the GPF banquet weren’t easy, he must’ve taken pole dancing classes at some point before” - Phichit taking those pole dancing classes with Yuuri is 100% canon to me. so anything involving that (and potential makeouts after class while still wearing their pole dance gear) - taking sexy pictures together/Yuuri helping Phichit take The Perfect Nude - just keeping up with each other and their daily lives over time and distance after their training in Detroit comes to an end - visiting each other’s homes in Japan/Thailand!!

Phichit/Leo/Guang-hong or Phichit/Guang-hong - all three of them being super into SNS together - for Phichit/Guang-hong, Guang-hong seems so soft and sweet, i really like the idea of Phichit Dragging him into shenanigans and generally being a “bad” influence - Guang-hong having a hidden spicy/mischievous side is also good though - one thing i really like that’s applicable to these three is two people already being in a relationship flirting/pursuing the third person, coming to terms w the fact that they’re both crushing on someone else, enjoying the fact that their s.o. has a crush bc wow it’s hella cute. the flip side is also good: the third person crushing on both members of a couple at once and deciding what to do about that (here it’d be Leo/Guang-hong as the established couple and Phichit as the third) - Leo/Guang-hong is honestly super cute, i love how they were watching the streams while chatting with each other and i love how much Guang-hong outright admires Leo

Phichit/Chris - i'm actually pretty fond of Chris? he seems like a good friend and his over-the-top ice fuckiness is both awesome and hilarious - i like Phichit/Chris because they occupy similar "good friend" roles for the show's protagonists (Yuuri and Viktor), they're also both fun and outgoing people, i think they'd have a lot of fun together - Phichit Loves being in on the Drama and taking incriminating photos of his friends; Chris is basically a walking incriminating photo - viktuuri wedding planning and/or best man shenanigans - POLE DANCING TOGETHER - Phichit taking photo/video of one of Chris's routines (either bc Chris asked him to for reference or bc he just wants to idk) and things get Spicy

~ REQUEST #2: HAIKYUU!! ~  ushishira - (mutual) pining - Shirabu being jealous/possessive - i have been pretty darn fixated on the “will you use me mercilessly in any situation” line from S3 so, uh, anything riffing on that  - JUST D/s AND BOTTOM USHIJIMA IN GENERAL - Shirabu who’s dealt w having a debilitating crush on Ushijima for So Long (that he perceived was unrequited) that when he actually starts dating Ushijima he doesn’t know what to do w himself for a good while - ushishira from the POV of a third party, esp get-together fic; other teammates making comments @ either of them about their crush(es)/developing relationship - anything involving devotion, including AUs (retainer/lord, priest/god, etc) - mind-share, mental links, fusion (Steven Universe-style), bodyswap  - FAKE DATING!!  tenshira - one of the things i love most about these two are their vastly differing approach to volleyball - Shirabu, though irreverent, is also deliberate and conscientious, while Tendou works best when running with his gut and doing things that are considered out of the ordinary by most players. i can see that translating to their approach to dating? e.g. Shirabu doing things Properly and Tendou just swinging in and sweeping Shirabu off his feet  - Shirabu clearly finds Tendou Annoying and he’d probably continue finding him annoying even while crushing on him. Tendou probably enjoys bothering Shirabu a little too much. - frenemies -> lovers - both of them bonding over having unrequited feelings for someone else (Ushijima?) and ending up getting with each other instead along the way  goshiten - my favorite goshiten dynamic is Tendou enjoying messing with people and Goshiki being perhaps a little too gullible than is good for him. just how much can Tendou get Tsutomu to do. (nothing outright malicious though plz) - Goshiki’s Praise Kink. anything with Goshiki being eager to please or Tendou finding him so cute and being very free and abundant with his compliments - date fic! especially Goshiki being like i am going to take you out on a DATE and aiming to impress and Tendou enjoying every minute of it regardless of whether Goshiki messes anything up (as he inevitably does)

akakuro - they’re both very caring in their ways, and spend a lot of time looking out for other people on their team. i think they’d definitely recognize that quality in each other. - in a lot of my Akaashi ships, i think of Akaashi as a good shoulder to lean on for the other character, but i think Kuroo is one person who wouldn’t need to depend on Akaashi as much, and who Akaashi could let himself relax around? - showing appreciation for each other, spoiling each other, relaxing together. - UST is great. Kuroo being very smitten and sweet and romantic about Akaashi is great. - Akaashi teasing/dragging Kuroo and Kuroo lowkey enjoying every minute of it - flirting, enjoying that in-between period of both parties knowing they like each other but not having actually gotten together or clearly acted on it yet  - Akaashi wearing beautiful clothes 

~ REQUEST #3: FIRE EMBLEM: FATES ~

Hinata/Oboro/Takumi and Hinata/Takumi - i am so, so weak for lord/retainer stuff and both of them are so clearly devoted to him, holy shit, they even purposefully dress like him and compete over who is better to him, in Conquest route they freaking die for him. and i love how Takumi clearly has soft spots for them and feels more comfortable around them, e.g. doing nice things for them both, being noticeably less prickly around them  - devotion stuff aside, though, i’m also really interested in them navigating that space between retainer and friends/lovers. Hoshido seems to have pretty clear shoulds and should-nots when it comes to how a retainer should act yet these three easily seem to bend these (e.g. Hisame commenting that Hinata acts Overly Familiar with Takumi) - if you go the OT3 route - please involve both Oboro and Hinata equally; i’d love to see either a V-relationship with both of them dating Takumi and being close friends with each other, or all three of them dating - if you go the Hinata/Takumi route - i am so tickled by the fact that they’re overly familiar to the point that Hisame notices it and thinks it’s inappropriate, and i love that Hinata’s supports are about him putting on show fights for Takumi to cheer him up - anything expounding on either of those things would be great - any of them doing something super nice for the others - surprising them with a gift or taking them on a nice trip - bathing together, sleeping together - helping Takumi unwind - brushing Takumi’s hair - helping Takumi deal w his nightmares - h/c (bonus points if someone cries) - comfort sex or stress-relief sex - altered states, sex pollen, marathon sex

Mitama/Rhajat - GOD, i love my weird trouble girls, they’re probably my F/F OTP??? their supports are so great, i love how they’re both odd in different ways and kind of alienate other people, i love that they end on this BFF/”us against the world” note - anything extrapolating off of them teaching each other stuff, maybe Mitama even teaching Rhajat about poetry and Rhajat teaching Mitama about summoning the undead - anything focusing on (their different brands of) magic, i love magic - future fic showing them living their lives together, traveling the world together - all of the above sounds like it could easily be platonic but i definitely don’t want it platonic. i want them to kiss and to be so very Overwhelmed by gay feelings (especially Rhajat) - expressing love and affection in ways that look fucking strange to outsiders. Rhajat being her creepy self (like when she has feelings for MyUnit in-game) but Mitama finding that so utterly charming

Scarlet/female!Corrin - oh my god... i’m so frustrated by how this plays out in the game like their supports are pretty much The Most Romantic thing ever but then you can’t marry her if you’re playing female Corrin, and even if you marry her as male Corrin she gets killed off in like 2/3rds of the game routes fjdskhg - post-game fic (but with Scarlet surviving, somehow). how they live out their days at court. they’re both pretty unfamiliar with court life? Scarlet is, well, a rebel, and Corrin has been sequestered away throughout most of her life, it would be interesting to see them figure their new lives out together. - getting dressed up together and going to fancy events like banquets etc - CONVERSELY: Corrin running away w Scarlet on Adventures - get-together fic, date fic, anything involving lots of cute flirting and those first fuzzy blushes of romantic feelings - anything playing with Corrin’s ability to transform into a dragon