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#i dont mind too much. i just want to hear so many of these solos KJSJFDSD

onskepa · 6 months

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No problem at all sweetie<3

Btw, can I get a part 2 (since you said I can) for neteyam x short human fem reader? The little human who is no taller than 5 feet and has Neteyam as her mate. Could they have a playful fight?? Pretty please

Yes! Absolutly! I did my best in describing the actions but I hope it is to everyones satisfaction! Enjoy!

Hi'i

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Hi'i: A little tug here, a little pull there

[idk but it felt right]

In Pandora, many dangers lie in the lands, skies and the sea. Predators on the lookout for their next hunt. Their next target.

For some prey, being small has many advantages. Better to hide, better to blend in with the environment, better to survive. Can easily navigate through tight areas and avoid bigger threats all together.

Being small definitely has its perks. And more when fighting back against their enemy. Be fighting in groups or fighting solo, being small is mighty. So when a predator is out looking to strike, the prey will always launch in the most unexpected ways.

“I got you!”

“Dang it hi’i!”

What do couples do for fun? Well many go out explore things outside, create fun activities, spend some quality time. Or maybe just enjoy each other's presence.

But for neteyam and hi’i?

Fighting.

Playful fighting to be exact.

And it is always so much fun. Of course neteyam has to be mindful of how small hi’i is. He doesn't even have to use his full strength to easily push her down. But he is always gentle and careful, even when play fighting with her. Would even purposely let her win and take him down as she cheers.

Her happiness is his greatest victory.

So when hi’i jumps on him, climbs or tug his tail, neteyam will admit his defeat.

“You know nete, I am starting to think you are letting me win” Hi’i accused him one day as they lay in the soft grass on a bright afternoon. Her head lay on his chest. Playing with his necklace.

“What makes you think that?” Neteyam asks.

“Well, everytime we ‘fight’ I come out as the winner. And you always lose” Hi’i answers as she boops his nose. Neteyam twitched his nose a bit but smiled nonetheless.

“Well if I win, it wouldn't be a fair fight would it? I can easily take you down and it won't take that much energy to do so” he replies. Huffing a bit, narrowing her eyes in a playful manner, “oh yeah? Just because you are big?”.

Neteyam flashed her a handsome smirk showing his fangs, hi’i blushed like crazy and covered her face while making incoherent sounds. This little action made neteyam laughing, really, anything hi’i does is just too cute for him. “See? I didn't even have to move. And look at you, all blushing for me~” he says while tugging a stand of her hair.

Removing her hands from her face, hi’i stares at him straight in the eyes. Neteyam knows that look. Determination and a new goal all is she has in her mind now. “Alright, let's go at it again. And this time, don't hold back, oh wait never mind you are big. Okay, just use a bit more force than usual. I am still tiny” Hi’i bets.

Already getting pumped up, hi’i gets off of his chest and starts to pull his arm to get up too. “Are you sure? I dont want to hurt you” Neteyam hesitates. Hi’i scoffs confidently, “positive! Now, come on you big bone! Ready, set, go!”.

With a quick tap at his arm, hi’i makes a run for it. Neteyam chuckles at her actions. Shaking his head as he gets up, he stretches, getting ready.

Seems he has a little prey to catch.

Soft giggles were heard, and rustles of the leaves shifted. Seems like hi’i does want to be found. “Ma’yawntutsyip, is this how you plan to hide? I can hear you loud and clear” Neteyam calmly says. His ears twitching to the source of the sounds. Hi’i is good at hiding, but to make herself known is unlike her.

“I really don't see the point of-”

Next thing neteyam knew, he was on his knees, hitting the ground floor. Grunting in the few seconds of pain, he controls his balance.

“YES!” a cheer was heard from hi’i as she jumps from a high root. Smiling triumphantly, she walks to neteyam. “How was that? Bet you were surprised” she asks neteyam in a playful smug way.

“Indeed, it was surprising, but you missed something,” Neteyam says, silently getting ready.

Hi’i raised a brow, “Missed what?”

“This”

Putting some weight on his knees, he lunged forward and lifted hi’i up from the ground, spinning her a bit making her squeal in glee. Carefully holding her by the hips, he swings her around and lifts her up in his arms as he fully stands.

“I see how it is! Take this!” Hi’i challenges.

Crawling around all over his body, hi’i playful tugs on his braids and tail. Would tease him by whispering in his ear. For neteyam, it was a bit ticklish. Hi’i can easily maneuver around his body like a little gremlin. To which some degree, she can be when she feels like it.

“Hey, come on!”

Easily grabbing hi’i by her ankle, he lifts her up in the air. Pulling her away from his body. “Hey! I was just getting started!” hi’i groans as she weakly grabs for his shoulders. Chuckling, he sways her a bit, “you wanted a challenge no? So, now you got it. Don't complain”.

Letting out a war cry, hi’i swings her free leg to wrap around neteyam’s wrist and climb on his arm. Being careful, she goes to his back and makes sure his kuru isn't being harmed.

“Who says I'm complaining~?” She whispers to him in his ear. Neteyam knows that hi’i knows whispering his ears is too much. A little weakness he hates to admit.

“Fine then”

He rolls down on the floor, making hi’i yelp. She let go for a moment, but it was enough for neteyam to grab her wrist. Pinning her to the ground, facing each other as they huff, catching their breaths.

He takes a moment to admire hi’i cute face. Her sparkling eyes, cute nose and those beautiful lips. Honestly, it would be a bit cruel if he won their fight.

“Nete, now isn't the time to stare at me. I know I look good but c’mon!” Hi’i says, breaking him out of his trance. Using her legs, she pushed him off. Turning him on to his stomach, she climbed on top.

“And stop making it easy!”

Alright, be careful what you wish for.

Quickly getting up, he makes hi’i fall on her bum and turns to throw some light punches at her. This is what hi’i wanted, something to challenge her strength!

“That is what I'm talking about!” She says gleefully.

Keeping her composure, hi’i goes under him and pulls on his tail making him hiss, but not in pain. She makes a run for it, making neteyam go around in circles. “Hold still!” he hisses. This makes her laugh loudly, “never! I will keep moving!”.

It was like that for a few hours. A little tug here, a little pull there, getting some laughs from each other. But did hi’i win? Well she isn't sure of standing on neteyam’s chest shouting her victory counts since neteyam went easy on her. Again.

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Describing actions isnt my toughest style of writing but I hope everyone likes it! until next time! see ya!

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mapof-mysoul · 1 year

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K-POP ?

It's been a while, but here I am. I was under a lot of stress as I was getting a new job. I started this week and though i haven't done much besides training. I'm excited about the possibility. I have been writing and reading and existing. My mind seems clearer not without its usual hurricane of thoughts but just enough for me to see out from where I stand in its eye.

Enough for the constant ache to be dulled. Kinda like what KPOP does to me.

Weird transition but okay. I'll talk about KPOP.

As I write this I'm listening to BTS and Lee Know from StrayKids is commenting on bubble. So my reason for getting into KPOP BTS and my reason for spiraling down its rabbit hole SKZ. I thought it was a small hyper fixation as most things are for me. But a year and a half later here we are multi stan and all.

I joined this world just as BTS was announcing its group hiatus. Which sucked but I think I was lucky also. I get to experience them all for the grammys together and I get to learn them though their own individual music and schedules. I get to see them each for who they are as artists outside of BTS global phenomenon. I get to go back and see their struggles and growth knowing how it will all turn out.

I do however miss those who have enlisted and i'll miss those who still have to enlist. But thanks to BTS I have 5 individual artists I love and soon that will be 7 once JK and V release their solos.

Thanks to them opening the door I found SKZ, which includes 8 chaotic guys whose music, energy and personalities also make me feel.

When your mind is a mess to be pulled out of that is as close to euphoric as it gets.

Yes there are other groups I enjoy. But these particular two make me feel seen, heard and understood. Yes they speak a language I'm struggling to learn but that's the thing they have opened me up to a culture and side of the world i never would have otherwise thought of learning about. Food, culture, language, customs and history are only a few of the things I've allowed myself to start learning. I want to understand them fully.

The effort it takes is worth it. When you learn the meaning behind lyrics or remarks they make. Whether it's Love Yourself or Youtiful, I am grateful for the feelings behind these songs. I am grateful that I can know this world of BTS and SKZ and get immersed in so much more than their beauty. I mean yeah it's great to look at them, collect photo cards, albums or place posters on my wall. But when I look at those things I remember their words of kindness.

I remember JK talking about how he missed us. Or Bang Chan seeing us weekly for Channies room. Things they don't have to do. Eat Jin or Asmr with Felix. Jimin and his little building lives or I.N drinking way too many energy drinks. They chose us as much as we chose them. Taehyung and Lee Know taking time to answer comments on their respective platforms. Namjoon's song recommendations on IG or Yoongi telling us the meanings of his songs regardless of how painful it must be for him to relive it. Hyunjin and Jhope dancing across my screen. Or Changbins laughter. Seungmins sacrasm and jokes and Hans' vulnerability.

These mens gentle masculinity is what has led most of us to feel closer to them then other western artists.

I love western music, from pop to rock, classic, jazz and indie but there is also rap and hip hop R & B on my playlist. As a latina i listen to bachata and ballads, reggaeton or merengue and salsa. My playlist has at least 11 languages on it.

Can you tell I love music?

As a writer, feeling and hearing an emotion can fill me with it. I dont have to know the language, take one of my favorite songs by BTS' Min Yoongi or in this case his alias Agust D, The Last.

The first time i heard it i cried, no lyrical reference not in either language i know. Just me feeling exhausted from the pain inside myself. Unable to cry at that point. Maybe it was the angsty pain in his voice but I knew I felt it too. I cried. Silent tears covering my cheeks. I was not alone. When I looked up the lyrics I sobbed again, because my soul understood before my mind could. He himself says music doesn't have a language.

When I had the opportunity to see him in concert I jumped. Because he is my bias after all. I cried twice, once during Amygdala, because I knew exactly what he meant. Our traumas looked different but their effects were the same. I cried again during Snooze as he repeated over and over and over how "everything was going to be okay". As he reminded me to lean on him to take a break, and then when i'm ready pursue my dream once again. It felt good to hear it in person. But I didn't cry during The Last like I thought I would. Instead I smiled because that was a song that connected him and I and millions of people around the world.

I wasn't an emotional mess the entire time. Instead I screamed in anger during Burn It, a song that gave way to that kind of behavior as well as a lot of his others. But hearing him pause to say hey “from now on i'll write with less anger”. Reminded me of my own writing journey. Of how I too have written angry and dark and pained. But like him I too have begun to step out of that. When im asked why Min Yoongi, its because he spoke to a part of me i thought would never heal and he was there when when it started to. Im not saying he saved me but it really fucking helped to hear someone, like him say "yeah same".

It wasn't just him, my SKZ bias Bang Chan. Might not have done one of his weekly check in in a while but he is also much like me. He fights for those he loves endlessly, forgetting himself in the process. Working until he pushes too far. Wanting to be better, do better, be the best and continually climb that perfectionist ladder.

I've heard him give advice about living and taking care of yourself. I've also heard him say he values respect amongst all things. He has many times spoken to his Stays about leaving the haters alone. He almost said he liked people who didnt give a fuck. But stopped himself saying people who don't care instead. He has talked about periods and sex education calling it explicit education. A Stay asked “what will i do without you?” his response they should live, “live life to the fullest.” He even says that no matter who you are, what you want to be, he will be there for you. As a leader he is both beyond honest and careful, also hopeful that overly enthusiastic Stays don't take things out of context or too far. He trusts his fandom.

So when i say i listen to kpop. This is it. I watch endless content from many groups that catch my attention. Often I laugh until my stomach hurts and oftentimes I cry. I Read books they recommend, learn a language and culture and customs and history. So yes kpop sounds toxic or intense but to me it's safe in a world that often does not provide that.

A world where my own mind is my biggest enemy. This is where I can both find myself while I lose myself. Disconnect from my own life and become immersed in another one. So ill keep reading subtitles and translations while i learn korean. But i'll also learn about their history and customs.

Bowing, instead of the western greeting of hugs or Spanish cheek kisses I grew up with, is probably my favorite. I've never been a touching random strangers person. But in Dominican Republic that's what you do. I also love art now too. That's thanks to RM, the leader of BTS, who is an art collector and Hyunjin of SKZ who paints masterpieces to destress. I eat plenty of Korean food and visit HMart too much. But i've never been a picky eater. I'll try anything twice.

So yeah this was all because of K-POP but I'm lucky I found them when I did because things have only gotten better since.

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noxiatoxia · 1 year

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if the hosts formed a band what would each do (also i have the image of the twins wanting to sing something like “i fucked ur mom” by sorry mom or “im yer dad” by grlwood and trying really hard to convince tamaki to let them sing it and he’s VEHEMENTLY against it heheh)

OH ok this is all very interesting to think about........ so in this au/concept i assume every member has musical interest/talent (since lbr haruhi could NEVER be in a band for the. obvious reasons.) so... I'll give my general overviews as well as what I think their music would sound like :D

So Tamaki is a solo artist and he'd make pop songs as you theorized. He'd be VERY big on his stag presence, very idol-esque. There's actually an offical(sorta) English in character song for Tamaki and I think it sounds exactly like the kind of stuff he'd make. I feel like some of his other music would sound like this tho :) It's like...idk how to put it bc i'm not good with classifying music, but it's like pop but not saccharine. It's more moody. moody pop. I would like to assume he has a lot of piano in his music.

KYOYA is...interesting. Again a solo artist. Unlike Tamaki who places a LOT of emphasis on stage presence, Kyoya operates mostly from his house and does not really make public appearances....now I know many peoples first thoughts for Kyoya + music is "he likes classical" and i'm sure he RESPECTS it, but tbh...I think it's not his favorite. esp bc of the family he was raised in, he was forced to listen to it like ALL THE TIME and now he's so sick of it. So for him I'm going for calm but still lively songs with an emphasis on string instruments, like this and this.

The twins would DEF be making industrial rock/grunge rock and stuff like that. Very loud, beat heavy. Also with some dupstep influences. The titles would be very joky/provocative, think Anal Cunt (sorry in advance if you dont know who that is) but their titles are just a LITTLE less extreme. But same general concept. In terms of general sound this is what I have in mind. However, as individuals, I think their music would be very different

Kaoru would make very "odd" music. I think it leans more electronic/rock, usually with very odd-sounding parts, bordering on denpa (songs meant to invoke a feeling of uneasiness/discomfort). The lyrics would probably be cryptic if not a little disconcerting. look my mans has 5 different mental issues he needs SOMEWHERE to vent them. I feel like his music would generally sound and have lyrics kinda like this (promoting my own translation channel...) or like this

Hikaru on the other hand is a little more true to their shared band concept. Rock, maybe with metal influences. Up-beat stuff that can be kinda goofy in lyrics. Also rap in it maybe? Songs like this and this are what I have in mind in terms of sound.

Hani would have a band with Mori :) I think their style is interesting since I imagine they're very different musically, so combined they make..... pop metal. HEAR MME OUT. IT WOULD BE FUNNY. idk why but I always saw Hani as the kinda guy who secretly is a metal fan....it just seems funny....he thinks it's very fun an energetic!! this is the kinda stuff they'd make. Hani would be the vocalist most of it but Mori does some too

Now, alone... I think Hani makes what you'd expect. Very saccharine pop-ish songs like this one. Just fun nonsense.

Mori would def be more towards slow-ish, low-fi songs that are quiet. I'm thinking like this? Alternatively you can say more traditional slow songs and I agree, but tbh I...do not like like slow music much so I have no examples. Low-fi is the only slow music genre I seem to enjoy.

Ok Haruhi. Haruhi is fucking hard. I have no god damn clue what her music would be like. She's also a stand-alone and much like Kyoya does not care for people knowing who she is, even less so. I think she just uses some stage name and nobody knows her face and name lol. Her music...I...I guess something like this? I'm really lost on this one. I'm just thinking, electronic and loud but still soft somehow.

#;noxiatalks2ya #ohshc

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ch3rryc0kezer0 · 2 years

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Here are some extracts from my notes app, taken during my first listen of Being Funny In A Foreign Language by THE 1975, track by track:

THE 1975

- piano!

- sounds really big if that makes sense

- “i’m sorry if you’re living and you’re seventeen”

- the flute outro!!!!

HAPPINESS

- BANGER

- “YOU SHOW ME WHAT LOVE IS NOW IM ACTING LIKE I KNOW MYSELFFFFF”

- the bass line <3

- the pew pew noises are my favourite things

- SAX SOLO

- WE NEED MORE SAX SOLOS

- THE MUSIC DIDNT DIE EITH KURT COBAIN, BUT RATHER WHEN PEOPLE STOPPED UTILISING SAXOPHONE SOLOS!!!

LOOKING FOR SOMEONE (TO LOVE)

- GUITAR!

- absolute banger already?!

- “a supreme gentleman with a gun in his hand looking for somebody to love”

- “I WANNA SHOW HIM HES A BITCH” YEAH! FUCK! HIM! UP!!!!!!!!

- “I wanna fuck him up so good” YES MATT! FOLLOW MY EXPERT ADVICE!

- according to spotify it’s about school shootings????

- pumped up kicks pt 2 i guess

- “i was all bang bang bang bang” oh see that makes the shooting part make sense

- “but the boy with the plan and the gun in his hand was looking for somebody to love” i reallyyyy like this lyric

- the writing on this album is so good wow

PART IF THE BAND

- the strings wow

- reminds me of coldplay

- “i always used to bust into my hand” hmmmm 🤨

- “you gotta talk about the people baby” god i love the delivery of this line

- OH THERES A FLUTE SECTION

- I LOVE FLUTE SECTIONS!

- “i fell in love with a boy who was kinda lame” girl same

- chorus sounds like something the Oh Hellos would write

- harmonies <3

- oh there’s a

- a

- what is it called

- xylophone!!!

- “communista keisters” cute… what does that mean

- “i like my men like i like my coffee; full of soy milk and so sweet it won’t offend anybody” having a little giggle

- the outro is so pretty with all the layering strings

OH CAROLINE

- sounds spicy

- “i’ve been suicidal” oh. never mind.

- “if i’m undecided, you decide for me” hmm that doesn’t sound much like a healthy relationship

- “you always on my mind, oh oh caroline” SWEET CAROLINE BA BA BAAAA

- “getting suicidal? it’s honestly not for me” yeah it’s not for many people either bud

- they’re really doing a great job with their outros wow wow wow

IM IN LOVE WITH YOU

- sounds so good from just that guitar tone alone 😫

- love that hann told him to write a more sweet love song cuz they’d made too many dick jokes in their songs 😭

- “laying down a list of the going wrongs” me with my pro-con lists

- whatever acoustic guitar they use for their albums needs to be in my house IMMEDIATELY

- THE RASP ON “in love WITH you!”

- THE BRIDGE HOLY SHIT

- i love the bridge!!!

- “DONT FUCK IT, YOU MUPPIT” BAHAHAHAHAHA

- “Been counting my blessings and thinking this through”

- this is my favourite song so far

- their outros man 😫

ALL I NEED TO HEAR

- party time is over now i think

- sad piano ballad?

- yes party time is definitely over

- that guitar tone holy mary mother of christ

- “i get out my records when you go away” so he’s a swifty?

- “people are talking, i miss what they say” oh that’s GOOD

- i don’t have many thoughts for this one??

WINTERING

- i love the talking at the beginning of the song

- OH THE ALBUM IS HAPPY AGAIN

- sounds folk-y

- i love folk

- “johns obsessed with fat ass and he’s ten years old” what on EARTH is john up to?

- “grade eight but she’s got no soul” i not a year eight but twinsss!

- the writing in this song specifically is so beautiful

- like it feels really nostalgic

- “olivia’s been a vegan since ten” oh me too (not really)

- “I SAID WOMAN, YOU ARE 64 YEARS OLD!!” HAHA

- “i came for my stuff not to argue bout nothing” inchresting

- i want to be home on the 23rd too

- i’m actually so homesick right now and this bloody song has just reminded me

HUMAN TOO

- talking at the beginning!

-good grief we’re back to being sad

- the piano tone wow wow wow

- this better not be a mental health song cuz they always suck

- “so tell me you’re a human” i think i am but i’ll go confirm next door

- “quite like seeing myself on the news” matt you attention whore

- not the biggest fan of this one but it’s still pretty

ABOUT YOU

- THE INTRO!!!

- IT SOUNDS LIKE THE END OF A COMING OF AGE FILM

- GOD I LOVE THIS ONE

- “i know a place, it’s somewhere i go when i need to remember your face” prettyyy

- reminds me of heroes (the version by peter gabriel, not david bowie)

- “it’s not my fault that i’ve fucked everybody here” mate it is??? also you SLAG

- A WOMAN?!

- her voice is stunning wow

- WHO

- IS

- SHE

- (update: she’s hann’s girlfriend awww)

- “i miss you on the train and i miss you in the morning” god that feeling of longing for and missing someone hurts so much why would they remind me

- mirrorball by blondie would go well with this in like a mashup

- SAX SOLO ROUND TWO!!!

- god i love this song

- it’s in a major key but it’s so gothic sounding which i adore

WHEN WE ARE TOGETHER

- i didn’t realise there was another song

- what a pleasant surprise :0

- the guitar is so nice

- “central park is sea world for trees” what does that even mean

- i can’t tell he’s english when he sings and it makes me sad

- like i thought they were american when i first heard their stuff, and didn’t know they weren’t until i googled them and watched an interview

- “you ask about the cows wearing my sweater” okay how high was matt when he wrote this line?

- VIOLIN SOLO WHAT THE SHIT

- “i’m a racist and you’re some kind of slag” ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE

- “i thought that we were fighting but turns out i was just gaslighting you” OH THATS GOLD

#the 1975 #matt #album review #being funny in a foreign language #being funny in a foreign language the 1975 #this band is my everything #like you don’t get it #they #are #my #life

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thebangtancloud · 2 years

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Every performance of theirs since the dinner gives off this really bittersweet feeling. Not even an exaggeration, I'm always teary eyed by the end. Knowing what we know now, and them performing those songs knowing that we'll know a part of the truth in a couple of days, the sadness and struggle can really be seen in their visage. You can practically see the "I wont get to stand with these 6 brothers of mine in a stage for a while and perform like this in front of army so I just gotta really soak everything in and be in the moment" expression they give off.

I know they aren't on a hiatus perse but they clearly stated that their priority atm will be their solo careers. Yes bts contents will still be released but I dont think it'll be anything major or performance like. Maybe with the exception on armys birthday? We'll just have to wait and see.

I really love them and it hurts me that it came to the point where they lost sight of themselves. Really a huge fuck you to covid. Sorry for sorta ranting outta the blue. Feel free to just ignore this if it bothers you.

Honestly? I've been wanting to rant about this quite a bit too, but I really didn't have the strength to do it. I feel everything you said, and the day I listened to Yet to Come and For Youth, it didn't really hit me. Not even when they had the festa dinner.

It was when I was watching the BTS Tiny Desk Concert (which is almost like a ritual cuz I play it every evening while the sun sets) and I heard them say, "Hey, we are BTS!"

It really...broke me.

Do you know why? Not cuz I won't get to hear them say that in a while. It really made me think of the pain they might be feeling because they won't get to say this for a while.

There really are just so many things about every single day that has passed since the 10th of June. Idk if it's just me...but I feel like the boys don't feel like BTS anymore? There would be moments when the boys would individually claim, "but I am BTS." and to hear Namjoon say that no he's not BTS, he's just a part of it, really...idk. Idk why that hurts. Must be me and my overthinking mind.

I get his point though, and as a leader, fuck. I respect that man so much. The responsibility? The burden? It was SO evident in his words, in his tears. Can you even begin to think what it's like? You're BTS and you're at the top of the world with literally every second person knowing who you are - and you just know that you can't go further. I get him when he said that they had a message to share, and I get him when he cried. But when he said that he felt like he overshared and caused misunderstanding? Let me just go cry in a corner.

And it's not easy for any of them. You can see that in their eyes during their performances. Fuck. I'm tearing up rn. But i don't wanna make this about me, or any of us. It's about BTS.

They offered themselves completely for the past 10 years. Completely, you hear me? And they deserve this break. They deserve every bit of mental peace and time and space that they're choosing to take for themselves and no one should have a say in that.

If I could, I'd really write to them and tell them just how much I support them. That I'll always be here. That it's okay to feel what they're feeling. It's okay to cry and it's okay to not be able to see what's ahead. It's all okay, even when nothing's okay.

Bangtan sonyeondan forever.

On a side note: I have full faith that BTS will come back. A part of me that broke when One Direction went on a hiatus and promised to come back really holds me back from believing that BTS will come back. But a major part of me, the part that BTS touched like no other group, the part that taught me life like no other group, really really doesn't let that hope die out. BTS are true to their word, they've always been, and they always will be. They'll come back, mark my words.

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absentmoon · 2 years

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hey bug!! i hope you dont mind me terrorizing your inbox with anime idols again :) i'm reworking my insert and wanted to!! talk about him a little if you don't mind!!

my previous idea had him as primarily a solo unit, with him teaming up with madara as a unit together sometimes!! in the !! era, units are like. super mega important to be part of, best there are lots of events (like the ss finals) that require a unit of two or more!! madara is the only character in a solo unit (called MaM) and so he's theoretically the only one not allowed to partake in the finals. anyways, in reading some of the stories i realized as fun as madara is, he's also the kind of person who'd be really exhausting to deal with a lot???? plus even if that weren't the case, considering his other line of work he'd definitely turn smile down if he asked to work with him.

so my current idea is to stick him in undead because they are my favorite unit and i would like to cuddle with all of them. smile's aesthetic is way too cutesy for undead but that can be his charm point :) they have this whole!!! demons of the night bad boy vibe but they are all so kind & caring & loyal.... rei is described as a "demon with more human kindness than anyone you'll meet" or something along those lines and like. yeah. yeah he is. during the ! era he does a lot to help trickstar with their rebellion and ALSO hes just a rlly good senior (most notably towards the twins but really just in general). also rei has a coffin he keeps in the band room and he just sleeps in it. not related to his kindness but it is one of my favorite rei things. kaoru has this whole playboy thing going on and he acts like he doesn't want any meaningful relationships with anyone other than a hot girl, but he really does care about his friends so bad!!! i dont have a solid example but i believe there's a story where he offers his home to kanata which is so sweet to me. koga is very vulgar and quick to violence but he ALSO cares for his friends so bad he's so loyal. there is many a joke about the wolf being a lapdog and similar and like. yeah he's a huge puppy. i love him. and adonis is so super protective!! hes canonically INSANELY strong and so he gets nervous around small or delicate things bc he doesn't want to hurt or break anything... grr wait i like totally devolved into undead lovemailing BUT. i love them a lot and they started as a sort of "we're just here for the convenience" kind of unit, but they grow to be SO IMPORTANT to eachother and i love groups that are like that. i think the main thing abt undead is that they come off as either untouchable or scary on the surface but in reality theyre so caring and so i think my insert would fit in pretty well with them :)

here's undead so you kinda have a visual!! from left to right is adonis, rei, kaoru, and koga :) sorry this ended up so long again!! >.<

THIS IS SO COOOL i love ur idoltalking alwayssss u have so much knowledge its so RAD..love the idea of this really dark aesthetic contrasting with smile's cutesy one that works rlly nicely imo :3c theres so so much detaiiil in this franchise like??? its so awesome i love hearing about all the intricacies and chara dynamics.. also wolf being a puppy is so good HFGFGDD thank you sm for sharing always :DD!!

#theres an absolute ocean of things to learn about this u know so much it really is impressive!!!#daisy.txt #moot tag #noe/king/astrophel

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queer-codedantagonist · 2 years

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BEN FOLDS FIVE

My very favourite 3 piece piano rock band. These 3 guys rock really hard when they want too, Ben swearing at the top of his lungs while slamming his piano as Darren and Robert slay on drums and bass. Yeah it's just piano, drums and bass. (As well as their 3 part harmonies). They can also turn on a time and make your emotions fall down as you hear the somber stories of Ben's life. It's such a unique and intriguing style that has not been replicated since.

There are so many little things that they did that I could talk about for hours, but I will move on to the recommendations.

First off, their debut and self titled album in 1995. A really strong album with so many big hits that slay so very hard. This album doesnt feature as many somber songs and goes heavy the majority of the time. The bass sounds amazing and the harmonies are beautiful. Definitely listen to this one.

Their second and their most popular album, Whatever and Ever, Amen, released in 1997 is much more evenly spread with heavy rockers and somber songs. If you somewhat recognize this band you probably have heard their big single from this album, Brick. But this album is a great listen all the way through.

(Also the remastered release of this album features their covers of Video Killed The Radio Star by The Buggles and their jazzy rendition of She Dont Use Jelly by the Flaming Lips)

Please check out these albums you wont regret it. Then you can move to The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Messner and their reunion album in 2012, The Sound of The Life of The Mind. (Also Naked Baby Photos but that's like only have of a new album)

ALSO... check out Ben Folds solo work, which I will probably cover in the future. It is really good.

#ben folds five #piano rock #ben folds #meow #whatever and ever amen #Spotify #music #90s music #music recommendation

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la-principessa-della-squadra · 2 years

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Could I ask La Squadra with fem member whose an literal embodiment of 'dont jugde book by its cover'? She seems like a normal, classy, smiley young lady, and all member didn't found her suspicious despite her very unclear background. But later one of the member found out she's a well-known anonymous serial killer who's highly regarded in many criminal organization. They also found out she's an educated intellectual, who ironically has criminology doctorate and law magister. How they'll react?👀 Just found your acc and I love your writing omg

Thank you so much! I've read all your notes, I hope you'll like it~ This is gonna be a little more serious than what I'm used to. Sorry I took so long

La Squadra finds out fem!reader is an anonymous serial killer

Tw: Curses, Blasphemy, Terrorism,slurs

"Pericolosa?"

(Dangerous?)

A puff of grey smoke leaves Prosciutto's thin lips. He's comfortably sitting on a red couch while Ghiaccio is standing in front of him with closed fists and cheeks redder than the carpet.

"Ti dico di sì, Ebete il Gesù, D*o can! Cuela fia non mi convince affatto!!"

(I'm telling you!! That girl can't fool me!She's hiding something!!)

Naples, 17:15 (05:15 p.m)

The Hitman team is gathered at the headquarters' lounge. Formaggio's bored eyes are stuck on the ceiling as He is sprawled on the sofa with his cat snuggled on his stomach. The patience of that poor animal is unbelievable, as Formaggio keeps pestering him and flicking his tail. Sitting on the armrest of the same sofa, there is Illuso, who is very casually listening to the conversation, too busy reading the insert about "Il grande Fratello" on "TV, Sorrisi e Canzoni" magazine. The mirror man sporadically mumbles things like:" La Clerici is getting fat..." but in general he doesn't seem to pay too much attention to Ghiaccio's yelling.

Only Melone and Risotto are currently missing.

"Stai a parlare della nuova stagista? Ma sei uscito pazzo? è un fottuto pezzo di pane, mi farei prendere sotto da un tir per farle fare una settimana in più da noi! E poi, ci prepara sempre il caffè, ci va a prendere le pizze...ed è l'unica che sa usare quel fax di merda!"

(Are you talking about the new girl? Are you out of your mind? She's sweet as a pie, a real fucking snack! I'd have a truck run over me if it means She could spend an extra week with us! Plus, She's always making us coffee, picking up our pizzas...and she's the only one who knows how to use that shitty fax machine!)

Pesci is sitting in an armchair next to Prosciutto, holding a large cup in his hand, probably filled with milk or caffè-latte. The boy is immediately flustered when he hears Ghiaccio talking trash about you. Pesci stands up and promptly starts listing all the nice things you do for the group with the cutest, dreamiest face, all while keeping track of your kind gestures on his fingers.

"Il fax è una merda perché è posseduto da uno stand."

(The fax machine is shitty because it's possessed by a stand)

Says Illuso without raising his eyes from the magazine.

"No.Illuso. Il fax NON è posseduto da uno stand, vuole solo che tu gli rimetta il toner quando è finito.Certo che sei proprio un genovese"

(No.Illuso. The fax machine is not shitty because it's possessed by a stand. The fax machine just wants you to change the toner, you cheapskate.)

Sensing some sass from his teammate, Iluso casually tosses the magazine on Formaggio's unbothered face and starts imitating Prosciutto's accent, even mimicking his pose on the sofa and pretending to smoke an invisible "cigarette".

"No.Prosciutto. Il fax NON vuole che tu gli rimetta il toner, vuole solo mangiarti le dita quando provi ad aprirlo."

(No.Prosciutto . The fax machine is not shitty because it wants you to change the toner. The fax machine just wants you to believe it needs new toner so when you stick your fingers inside, it can chew them.)

"OH MA MI STATE A SENTIRE MAGNASBORAE CHE NON SIETE ALTRO, MADONNA PORTELLA!!? Mi sembra di parlare con dei ritardati!!"

(HEY! ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU FUCKIN' JIZZ EATERS, ?! I feel like I'm talking to retards!)

"Mò c'hai rotto er cazzo, Ghiaccio. Porcaccia la puttanaccia, che tu' madre se dovrebbe verognare de avette messo ar monno! Sei tarmente stronzo che anche Madre Teresa te menerebbe. Ti giuro dimme si c'è uno più stronzo di te che je do'r culo (Lulu, stabbono). Come fai a prendertela con una chicca come lei? è la cosa più dorce che abbia mai visto. Una che ti dà la mano per attraversare la strada e che ti chiede di aprirle la Nutella,cosa pensi possa fare a te?Vabbè che c'hai er fisico di un sollevatore di coriandoli però si esagera.... E io che pensavo che fosse Prosciutto quello sessista."

(Now you've really pissed me off, Ghiaccio. Holy shit, your mother should be ashamed for giving birth to such a despicable gremlin! I swear to God, sometimes you're such a stuck-up asshole, not worse than Lulu but anyway..., how can you be so mean to a baby girl like her? She's the sweetest moon pie I've ever met! Why are you so afraid of a girl that asks to hold your hand to cross the street and cannot open a fucking Nutella jar? What do you think she can do to you? .... And I thought Prosciutto was sexist.)

Formaggio finally snaps, removing the magazine from his face and throwing it in Ghiaccio's direction, missing him. The cat's still on his stomach, and it starts doing bread on his T-shirt.

"Còpate Formaggio. Andate in mona,sèmi. Quella finge solo di essere cretina, io lo so!! "

(Go kill yourself, Formaggio. I know she's just playing dumb!!)

Prosciutto speaks again, exasperated:

".... è solo una mocciosa...Risotto l'ha presa per fare da segretaria, e poi guardala, è così ubbiediente che se le chiedessi di farti una sega sotto al tavolo, ti chiederebbe: 'con quale mano?' "

(.... she's just a brat Risotto hired to be our secretary. Besides, just look at her, she's such a good girl that if you asked her to give you a hand job under the table, she would ask:'Which hand is your favorite?' )

"ma ti s'è sbrega?!! VA IN FIGA DE TU MADRE!!NON HO BISOGNO ANDARE A PUTTANE COME TE, DIO SGHEMBO."

(You stupid 'tard!! I DON'T WANT TO GET AIDS BY FUCKING HOOKERS LIKE YOU DO, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!DIO SGHEMBO)

"Però secondo me di una scopata hai bisogno,Ghiaccio."

(I also think you should get laid more often, Ghiaccio.)

Counters Illuso while looking at his nails.

"...ma forse referisci il 'Fai da te' insomma."

(Maybe you prefer going DIY...)

Pesci finishes his drink and pacifically intervenes:

"Zio, se sei preoccupato sul serio, dovresti parlarne con Risotto, no?"

( Bro, If you're REALLY concerned about her then you should talk to Risotto)

"Tasi. Prima di disturbare il capo, volevo essere sicuro di non prendere fischi per fiaschi. Ho già mandato Melone e quell'abominio crea-feti che chiama computer a fare ricerche."

(Shut it. Before bothering the boss, I wanted to make sure I wasn't barking at the wrong tree. I've already sent Melone and that rape-machine he calls a computer to do some research.)

"Aò. A noi scassi la minchia ma sei troppo codardo per andare dal capo da solo! Ma sei proprio un genio. Ciai 2 de quoziente d'intelligenza:giusto pe' tornà a casa. "

(WHAT?! Aò! You've been complaining about her for two hours but you're too much of a coward to go to the boss by yourself! Did you happen to have double the numbers of chromosomes in your DNA? Were your parents siblings or something? )

The cigarette's cinder has now reached Prosciutto's knuckles, slightly burning them. The cigarette is dropped directly into the ashtray, still smoking. Prosciutto gets up from the armchair and, advancing slowly, finds himself in front of Ghiaccio, towering over him with the little difference in height between the two. His gaze is murderous, as incandescent as a freshly lit Marlboro.

"Quindi oggi non era con noi a causa tua. Ma chi cazzo ti credi di essere?No.Dimmi. CHI. CAZZO. ti credi di essere?! Non so se hai capito che QUI non sei tu a dare gli ordini. "

(So he wasn't with us today because of you. Who the fuck do you think you are? No. Tell me. WHO. Who the fuck do you think you are?! I don't think you understand that HERE you can't give orders.)

"Maremma Maiala."

Hearing a familiar Tuscan accent, everyone turns toward the entrance. Before the situation can get any worse, Melone makes his appearance in the lounge without his usual mask and holding a floppy disk in his hand. His eyes are red, and he looks particularly stressed and exhausted. The gang instantly goes silent as they watch their lavender boy throwing himself on Prosciutto's armchair and covering his eyes with both hands.

"Melone, chicco....questo sta per stirà li piedi.."

(Melone, chicco, my dude...you look terrible...)

"Da quante ore sei al pc?"

(How many hours have you been on the pc?)

"No Illuso, la vera domanda è:' Che cos'hai scoperto?"

(No Illuso. The right question is: What have you found on the pc?)

Asks Ghiaccio pointing at the floppy disk resting near the ashtray.

"'hiamiamo il Risotto e andiamo nel suo ufficio. Io c'ho paura bimbi"

(Let's call Risotto and get to his office. This is important.)

Naples, 19:22 (07:22 p.m)

it's evening, the team has gathered in Risotto's office to talk face to face with him. Risotto looks concerned. He clutches your portfolio between his fingers almost in annoyance, there isn't a shred of information that could be qualified as 'useful'. Towering behind Melone, who has temporarily occupied the office chair, he waits patiently. His black sclerae glimmering in the computer light.

"Avevo già dei sospetti sulla picciotta dal primo momento in cui l'ho vista. Inutile dire che ho capito subito avesse una doppia natura. Dal modo in cui si esprime e dalle sue movenze, non sembra assolutamente la ragazzina di campagna che vuol far credere di essere."

(I was already suspicious of the picciotta. Needless to say, I knew right away she had a kind of split personality. From the way she expresses herself and her movements, she definitely doesn't look like the little town girl she wants us to believe)

Everyone else is clinging to Melone's shoulders like a bunch of vultures. The poor guy is currently struggling to get Risotto's Macintosh to turn on.

"Unn'avessi visto i portatile che si porta sui groppone la cittina, avrei fatto la figura de bischero sihuro"

(She would have fooled me... if only I hadn't seen the laptop our little girl carries around all the time.)

counters Melone with an evil grin.

"Spiegati meglio, Melone"

(Please Elaborate,Melone)

"E poi dahe de grullo a me, maremma diavola! Issù Quaderno Olivetti miha ll'è usciho dalla fabbriha 'osi!! La nina e ci sa fare co computer e badahe bene bimbi, non solo co sti trabiccoli. Dianzi l'ho vista traccheggiare co de documenti di morto importanti. C'aveha sotto mano le fedine penali di quarche ganzo che si conosce, fidahevi di me"

(You probably haven't noticed this but her Olivetti notebook is not a factory default model... Looks like our little girl built it from scratch...I also saw her working with some very sensitive documentation. She has some files containing the criminal records of some of Passione's members.)

Formaggio is still skeptical. He continues to over-gesticulate, clearly panicked and in denial.

"...Mo' Cristo è morto co' 'o scuterone! Ora anche avvocato! Ma se per aprire la nutella ha dovuto chiedere a me!Figuriamoci se sa montare un Computer!"

(You must be joking! Why does She need such documentation? Is She a lawyer? Bullshit I tell ya! She asked me how to open a fuckin jar! How could She possibly know how to build a PC?)

"Sanno una sega codesti bischeri, un troiaio del '92 che lavora in MS-DOS eun dovrebbe fa lavora' Linux."

(All I know is that a 1992 computer running MS-DOS shouldn't be able to run Linux.)

"Per me state parlando arabo. Quasi terronico."

(I understood virtually nothing that you said moments ago.)

Illuso jokingly raises his hands as the Macintosh starts turning on.

"La picciotta è stata istruita e vi ha ingannato anche molto bene. Sotto tutti quei sorrisini e carezze si nasconde un demonio."

(That picciotta has some high-level education and had no trouble deceiving you. Beneath all those smiles and kisses a devil is lurking.)

Formaggio goes silent as Prosciutto lits another cigarette after asking permission from the Capo with a nudge.

"...chissà cosa ci combina su quel coso..."

( ...what is she doing on that thing?)

"AH SÌ?ADESSO TI INTERESSA D*OCANE? TI TIRO UNA SMEMENA PORCODIQUELDIO."

(OH YEAH? NOW YOU'RE CONCERNED, PRO? I'M THIS CLOSE TO FUCKING PUNCHING YOU IN THE FACE!! PORCODIQUELDIO)

Ghiaccio didn't get really over Porsciutto's earlier outburst, in fact, he was just waiting for his chance to take revenge on him

"Calmati Ghiaccio."

(Ghiaccio. Chill.)

Melone succeeds in inserting the disk, It contains some documents in txt format. a report to be precise.

"chetti rihordi a "Strage del Brenta" ni '90?"

(Do you guys remember the "Brenta Massacre" of 1990?)

The lavender guy asks, doing a quick check of their glances.

"Eccerto. non siamo mica nati ieri. Hanno deragliato il Regionale 3547 per far fuori dei testimoni e il Ministro antimafia.Nessuno sa chi c'era dietro."

(Of course, we do. We weren't born yesterday. The train Regionale 3547 got derailed to kill some witnesses and the Anti-Mafia Minister. Nobody knows who did it. )

"Spero tu stia scherzando. Come c'entra questo con la novellina?"

(What are you even talking about? How does this have anything to do with the newbie?)

"Maremma maiala, la cittina gli ha fatto un culo com un paiolo! Gli'ha hackerato le habine d'un eurostar e gliel'ha messo n 'n culo pure a un regionale, i du treni si so scontrati e tarabaralla! Guardahe qui, gliè tutto registraho!!"

(Maremma maiala. She is one of the terrorists behind the derailment of the two trains. She managed to hack the control rooms of a Eurostar train and send it in the opposite direction. Then she changed the track of the Regionale and made them collide... these txts contains all the conversations with her partners in crime".)

"D*OCANE!! IO LO SAPEVO CHE C'ERA SOTTO QUALCOSA! ABBIAMO UNA TERRORISTA TRA NOI!"

(D*OCANE!!! I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP! WE HAVE A TERRORIST AMONG US!)

Ghiaccio tries as always to be loud and confident but he's in a cold sweat. He does not look relieved in the slightest that his suspicions were actually true. Melone quickly interrupts him:

"ni 94 i fratelli Noce so sparihi. Uno co la testa schiacciaha come le piattole sotto un bancomat in zona Pilastro a Bologna e quellattro a spiedino su una delle due torri, voi fahe i'cche vi pare. IO TELO, ADDIO NINI!"

(And there's more. August of 1994, the assassination of the Noce brothers, one of them was found in the Pilastro zone of Bologna with his head crushed under an ATM. The other was impaled on top of one of the two towers. THIS IS GREAT! SHE'S GREAT!)

Melone sounds really ecstatic as he scrolls through the files. Now He is obsessed He already found you attractive from the very beginning, but now that he is familiar with your background, he is quivering to get to know you even deeper. What hideous creature could you possibly create with his babyface?

"Dev'essere assolutamente una stand user ma-"

(She must be a stand user and a-)

"Ni 91 gliera coinvolta 'n un attentaho e gli'ha pure morto uno a Siena, ni 92 casini a Poggibonsi e ni 94 un romanaccio dell'antimafia è andaho a raccontà favole alle nutrie ni tevere...Io c'ho paura bimbi"

(1991. Involved in the Stazione Centrale bombing. Still 1991, Assassination in Siena. 1992, Assassination in Poggibonsi. 1994 Rome, Anti-Mafia minister drowned in the Tiber...Look at me bimbi, I'm shaking!)

Melone keeps scrolling through the files relentlessly with almost inhumane speed. His other teammates are definitely not used to it and are having a hard time following the text with their eyes. Formaggio and Illuso are speechless right now and they're exchanging really confused looks. Probably because of Melone's accent.

"Ti prego Melone, usala una "C" qualche volta..."

(Please Melone, stop talking so fast...)

"Io non ci credo che sia una terrorista,è una 'uagliona così buona e gentile."

(I can't believe it, she is such a good and kind girl...)

Pesci seems particularly disappointed with the recent findings. Prosciutto on the other hand is not impressed in the slightest. In fact, he now seems only more intrigued to make your acquaintance. After taking a long drag from his Marlboro, he calmly throws the smoke up and moves closer to the screen to read more closely. In response, Melone tilts his head away from the man to avoid the secondhand smoke.

"Sembra che la nostra Lucciolina sia sempre rimasta coinvolta in vari omicidi e attentati.... E tutti contro ministri o personalità 'Anti-mafia'."

(It seems that our Firefly has always been involved in various assassinations and terrorist attacks... And all against ministers or 'Anti-Mafia' figures.)

"Ho capito tutto. Faceva quasi sicuramente parte della "Spazzacadaveri".

(Now it's all crystal clear. She was part of the "Spazzacadaveri" team)

"CHE?"

(THE WHAT?)

" 'Spazza-cadaveri' sono dei killer professionisti che si occupano solo di testimoni e associazioni antimafia. Ho già avuto a che fare con loro in passato. Operano soprattutto in Nord Italia e sono quasi tutti liberi professionisti che si associano alle varie bande per un motivo o per l'altro. "

( 'Spazza-cadaveri' literally: 'Body-sweepers' are professional killers who only target witnesses and anti-mafia associations. I have dealt with them before. They mainly work in Northern Italy and are all freelance killers who join the various gangs for one reason or another.)

"Con quanta sicurezza e leggerezza hanno lasciato che entrasse in squadra...Quale potrebbe essere la sua prossima vittima?"

(They let her in so confidently and nonchalantly...Who could be her next target?)

The whole team starts looking down on each other suspiciously. The Macintosh is turned off.

#la squadra di esecuzione #la squadra x reader #la squadra jjba #vento aureo #prosciutto #melone #ghiaccio #jjba risotto #pesci jojo #jojo vento aureo

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i know its nowhere near halloween but how about a spoopy request anyway 💀 the bros and Diavolo's reaction to seeing their crush walk into a halloween party dressed as a nun? sexy nun or not, doesnt matter but the thought of them just showing up as a nun cracks me up hjjwoakqo

I cant even say shit because i sang christmas songs yesterday 😂

THE BROTHERS + DIAVOLO sseing their crush dressed as a nun

Lucifer:

He hated that Diavolo decided to throw such a silly party for such a ridiculous event anyway. What made it worse was that EVERYONE had to get into a costume and no matter how much he argued that they're literal demons and scary enough, diavolo wouldnt let it go. So here he was, dressed as Count Dracula, watching the crowds in their ridiculous costumes. But then his eyes laid on you dressed as a... Nun? He was kind of taken aback because it wasnt just a nun it was so... Sinfully holy. His lips turned upward into a smirk as he made his way over to you, ready to hear you spill your sins and beg for forgiveness.

Mammon:

He hated this almost as much as Lucifer. That is, until he found a Han Solo costume and he was sold. Star Wars is his guilty pleasure and he'd pay almost any amount of money to get his hands on some real blasters and lightsabers. He was currently toying around with the blasters when he stepped onto someone else's shoes. About to tell them off, he actually turned to come face to face with his angel, err... I mean you and he almost dropped the fake weapons "wow (Y/N)... I mean why ya dressed as a nun? A nun aint scary!" His argument did nothing to cover the blush spreading across his cheeks.

Leviathan:

He loved Halloween for one reason and one reason only; he gets to cosplay. Now he was debating on doing something TSL related but actually decided to turn into Ruri-chan's love interest instead. That way he could stay as true to his demon nature as possible while also drowning in the idea of him actually finding love. Stupid love. It's all so dumb; such a dumb game. While he was deep in thought, he didnt notice the hand being placed onto his shoulder nor did he hear your voice calling out to him and he actually jumped once he realized. He was about to tell you off for scaring him but then he saw your rather... Revealing nun outfit and his face immediately flushed, not knowing how to react. He couldn't get the image out of his head for the rest of the night.

Satan:

Satan was... Just tagging along at this point. He decided to become Phantom of the opera, a splendid idea in his mind. That happiness was short lived, though when he saw Lucifer's outfit as Count Dracula and how they were way too identical. Gross. He was searching for you to ask you for a dance. You always seemed to get his mind back into the present and he loved to have conversation with you. However, he did not expect to find you dressed so... Innocently. He chuckled at the sight, knowing better than to believe you're a true person of God.

Asmodeus:

Oh darling he was the one who picked it out of course! Meanwhile he was dressed as a priest, which is irony in itself since, as we all know, priests dont indulge in lustful sins like he does so effortlessly~ but he didnt expect you to pull it off that well. Your long legs were showing from underneath the very much unholy gown and the rosary around your throat neck was basically screaming to be pulled on. Don't worry, Priest Asmo is here to help you repent all your sins~

Beelzebub:

He was raiding the food the minute he got there. He decided to become the Three Musketeers together with Belphie and Solomon and they pulled it off quite well. They even got real sabers! Solomon challenged him to a "fight" earlier, which Solomon of course lost but it's not his problem. He was currently stuffing his face with "gut soufflet" when he heard your voice behind him. Turning around, he almost dropped the food at the sight of you. Its so funny to see you as a nun surrounded by, well, literal demons. But who is he to judge the holiness in front of him? Seeing you so covered so... Secretive, made him want to unpack a new snack.

Belphegor:

Belphie hated all of Diavolo's get togethers, this one included, and he quickly wandered off to one of the castles empty guest rooms, which there were many of. Not realizing that a certain someone was looking for him until his head already hit the pillow. His saber was tossed somewhere, too. Honestly, this costume was so uncomfortable and he only did it because of Beel. Anyway, he heard soft foot steps passing by him and then coming back to look at him. Opening his eyes back up, he saw your... Prestige form in front of him and almost laughed. You? A nun? God would never accept a... Sinner like yourself.

Diavolo:

Oh he loved this human tradition so much! It's so fun and theres lots of games and spooky movies to watch. He loved throwing this party every year, and every year his costume topped the last. This year, he was teasingly dressed an angel. But not just any angel; Archangel Michael. He could tell Luke wanted to say something and Simeon wasnt too pleased either, but he also knew they would never dare go against him and so, awkward smiles were exchanged why he continued to mingle with the nobles. However, his attention got dragged away once more when he settled his eyes on you. A sexy nun costume, huh? Being so sinfully ravishing should be, well... A sin. Smirking, he pushed passed the nobles to approach you with a confident stride; afterall, all people of God need a Guardian Angel to be watch over them.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #obey me lord diavolo

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mikaze-discord · 3 years

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OG Heavens: Love letters

For these Heavens posts, I had reached out to a few people who just never ended up responding. With projects like these, please at least hear them out, you don't have to do it because I know its a huge project but at least tell them you won't be doing it instead of ghosting them. But apart from that little road block, this project was really fun!!

Please enjoy under the cut!!!!

EIICHI OTORI

From @milkmateartist:

I have always leaned towards megane characters and Eiichi is no exception. However, it's not often you see idols wearing glasses, and that is something I appreciate about Eiichi's design. His color palette also intrigues me since I love deep shades of blue. His royal blue jacket is very attractive, and the way he pops the collar also makes me go "kya!". His voice is also very sexy as well and is pleasing to the ear uwu. I love how egoistic he is too. Being incredibly ambitious he has been able to reach amazing heights that surpass other idols. The one thing that seems to make him unique though is that he really gets zealous and overly passionate when it comes to the power of music, so much that it makes him physically tremble. You could get high off that shit literally. His entire being is centered around being an idol, and all the components of him go above and beyond the requirements. It's not just a job for him or something that simply makes an earning or brings satisfaction. It's pretty much everything to him. For that reason he has made it to the top. There is also the component where he's lonely and isolated emotionally that interests me. Despite being a beloved idol, he clearly didn't get the love he needed growing up. Even though he had Eiji I feel as though his nature was more to protect Eiji and shield him from whatever terrors would arise. I admire his ability to come through all of that and pay attention to the things he really cared about. Eiichi can be himself, his strange, sexy self, but also he acknowledges the lonesome darkness within too. I think that component makes him incredibly powerful.

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While appearing to be a bad guy in the anime (at least), Eiichi seemed to be that typical bad boy idol that would steal away Haruka from the main group. The time when he approached Haruka and took her by the chin is a perfect example. How dare this new guy just think he can have his way with our protagonist! To be honest I liked that aspect about him a bit. While I can't remember my first impression of Eiichi aside from not knowing how to feel about that, he slowly grew on me. He had the appearance of just another selfish idol, demonstrated by swiping the mic away from the announcer at one of his concerts and immediately declaring their foreseen victory. So far that looked rather bland to me, and I was still cheering for STARISH. They really made him out to look like some bad guy who would not play fair and do whatever he could to take the throne (and the girl). It's not surprising his glasses shine adds to his 'freaky antagonist' vibe that the show seemed to try to give off, but however for me I love the glasses beam, thus having the opposite effect.

And then there is the Next Door episode. Now here's where we got to see more of Eiichi aside from when the HEAVENS Dragon demolished the entire stadium. Aside from kya-ing over the EiichiOtoya content (especially where he goes behind otoya and covers his eyes), I got to see more of him here. It surprised me that someone so cocky and confident was actually the same depressed, lonely person that Otoya was. But it was also evident to me as well that he did care about the effect it had on Otoya as well after he sort-of-well mind broke him. I like how he is ambitious but also still caring, as compared to an antagonist that would stop at nothing to achieve their goal regardless of how much pain they cause.

I also enjoy Eiichi because I feel like I can roleplay him well. Usually for me, roleplay has to achieve some kind of goal since I tend to be business oriented. I think to some degree I'm able to practice being a eboy idol through Eiichi, as I do enjoy charming the fans. It also helps that I can naturally play characters with an inflated ego who enjoy charming people.

From @/egoisticCEO on twt:

July 2019. When Eiichi was first introduced to me via his voice, I hated him from the very beginning. His singing, his appearance, his personality – everything about him made me despise him. It’s funny looking back and seeing how quickly my attitude changed towards him, realising I’d been biased against him because of a friend. Finding more about him, hate turned to interest. It seemed like his life hadn’t been the best. Maybe that was why he acted in such a way? Interest turned to liking him more. Maybe I’d misunderstood him. I’d made the mistake of taking him at surface level.

December 2019. Like was slowly turning to love. More and more, I found myself looking at him instead of my current favourites. I found myself wanting him to actually be a part of Egoistic. Once I started devouring HEAVENS Radio and unveiling his true character, it was shocking how quickly I fell. He truly acted like a father to everyone in his band. Giving them what he never received. Everything was for them to thrive.

2020. With how much I was at home, it only made sense I grew more obsessed. I found Life with Thanks’ translation. “We’re irreplaceable to him,” he tells us, and that made me certain that his heart wasn’t as evil as some people liked to believe. He’s a caretaker, someone who wants everyone to feel like they matter. Even at his own expense. Instead of selfish, he’s selfless.

I related to him more than I have to any character – it was comforting. Seeing someone have no choice but to put on a brave face, even when his confidence was at an all time low. 2020 got a lot harder for me, but when I recovered, Eiichi was like a home to go back to. Time and time again, I’d have to break away, but I’d always be invited back in by that stupid smirk and overexaggerated ego and the warmest heart you could ever find. Every scene I watched with him would make me smile. I’d tease him to myself. I still do.

2021. That brings us to now. I can’t see my love for this one of a kind man dying any time soon. I don’t want it to, either. Just looking at him makes me happy! He’s the type of character with so many facets to his personality that you can keep digging and never reach the end. So, in conclusion, I hope I never stop finding new things out about this wonderful idiot. More than anything, he deserves all the love he gives to others, and I’d love to provide it tenfold.

KIRA SUMERAGI

From Anon:

Many have their reasons to love their favorite characters. As for me, why Kira Sumeragi is my favorite character is because there are several things about him that I can relate myself to and there are a few qualities he has that I like about him. If many do not know about Kira that much, they’d look at who he is. He may look intimidating at first and may not talk much, when in actuality, Kira is a considerate, dependable, and mindful guy. Mainly, he is the type of guy that lets his actions do the explaining. He is a hard worker, as an idol, he looks after his bandmates, HEAVENS, like family. It’s like what Eiichi said in HEAVENS Radio about Kira, “he is HEAVENS’ pride!” Although he may not say much, Kira is very observant of his surroundings and never hesitates in his decisions. The members of HEAVENS understand and acknowledge Kira, knowing that he means well.

You can even tell in his solo music! Although there are only two solo songs for Kira, if you read the lyrics carefully, Kira’s thoughts and feelings are shown. Kira always knew that if he cannot explain his feelings through words, then he’ll let his songs and his actions do it for him for you to see. Although the anime doesn’t show much of Kira, the only way to get to know him more is through HEAVENS Radio, also drama CDs like Paradise Lost, and other media like LINE Messenger Japan. There’s still much that I’d want to know about him, but as a start, these things are what makes Kira my favorite character for HEAVENS.

From Anon:

Aside from my huge bias towards OnoD the first thing that drew my attention to Kira was his design. Dark haired anime boys with bright eyes have such a vibe and I loved how mysterious he was set up to be in season 2. But the thing that really hooked me a lot was the found family that Heavens became over the progression of the anime.

Particularly since people in the fandom have a bunch of funky headcanons about Kira being the mom friend in the group, which is incredibly wholesome. Kira’s very quiet and reserved but clearly holds a deep caring for his group members and does what he can when needed which is one of the reasons why he became so loveable for me.

NAGI MIKADO

From @/_PXRFECTIONIST on twt:

If I managed to stan Nagi, so will you.

Greetings. I present to you, once more, a story of how I came to love a character that I wished I threw hands with.

So.

Nagi Mikado.

The possible only utapri character that Shinomiya oshis despise. Thanks to what happened in the anime.

Truth be told, I too was one of them. Until I came to love Both Shinomiya and Nagi. Reason?

Research.

Ya see, it is universally agreed upon that the way Nagi was pushing and pulling at Shinomiya's trauma and DID was… Not okay. So I said "yeah okay what an obnoxious kid i dont think ill ever like him lol" especially since I never come to really warm up to people younger than me.

Boy was I wrong.

My heart really sways easily when I go deep into characters, and why they act the way they are. And also because I chose to roleplay as him, but let's not. Speak of that.

(its actually the main reason i like him in the first place who am i fooling)

Nagi is… Indeed obnoxious, and really has bad manners that are covered up by his cute looks and fame, especially since he's one of the original HEAVENS members, but once you get to really know him.. It makes sense why he's being such a brat. And that is sort of endearing. And knowing how his group is like family to him too, it becomes harder and harder to completely dislike him.

….

He really is a boss man.

He knows what he wants, and how to get it. He knows how to get people to like him without handing over the tiniest sliver of his weaknesses. He acts in his own way that shapes his personality to suit him, yet still manages to be caring and helpful, even if it's hard to see tenderness and good will through his aggression.

Reading his solo lyrics, listening to the drama CDs, even thinking of headcanons due to lack of lore, it all slowly comes together like a lovely parfait to suddenly make you realize..

'Wow…'

'I really do like that rat.

#utapri #utanoprincesama #uta no prince sama #eiichi otori #otori eiichi #Kira Sumeragi #Sumeragi Kira #Nagi Mikado #Mikado Nagi

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sofijaeger · 3 years

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Don’t ask what this is, this was sitting in my drafts and I wanted to post at least something before chapter 2 of Pinehurst, so I just made assumptions based on how I see each character.

we’re talking sports😎

modern au

and maybe this will have a part 2, let me know!

warnings: i say orgasm like once but it’s used for eren so it’s a good reason

Mikasa. She screams boxing and this feels partially canon too. I have a feeling she is very impassioned about it, and the sport was the base creation of her work ethic, but she never acknowledges that she plays, or advocates for it. It’s something she most likely picked up from her father. When she was younger he’d throw a few swings at a spare bag they had downstairs and an hour later there she was, kicking dents into the material. But she definitely doesn’t play on a team, much less her schools😖. It’s more independent, but she’ll sign herself up for matches on weekends to annihilate opponents in a single round.

Eren is most definitely a soccer boy. you CANT change my mind. He used to fit right in with the annoying little boys in elementary. You know, the ones that would kick you in the shins and take their shirts off as the only answer to fight off the summer heat. But he actually became extremely skilled, passionate, and a bit obsessed over it, playing throughout high school. He peaked in hs as varsity captain, and was offered multiple scholarships from universities. Honestly it was always fun to him but he wasn’t expecting people to think he’d major in it. He probably didn’t even know he was that good and settled for club😩Dont even get me started on a winter sport for him.. bc i’d have a frickin orgasm talking ab how good of a snowboarder he is.

Jean. ANOTHA ONE. I’m not gonna lie, I see him playing soccer too, although he isn’t as praised as mr. maniac. But the boy sure is skilled and he knows it. Jean argues with eren all the time, still upset over the lingering fact he was second to him and became assistant captain. Jean has very quick reaction senses and surprisingly demonstrates a lot of teamwork, thus making dependence on, and for his teammates very easy, and they trust him for when their captain sails solo every once in a temper tantrum. He was also offered many scholarships by numerous schools bc this doosh is a STAR without a spotlight, and considered many of them when applying.

Armin... did you expect him to play a sport? Sorry lmfao babes is in band and i don’t wanna hear nothing else🤚🏼 Most definitely plays a random ass, unique instrument like the french horn, but is exceedingly talented for being able to sheet read literally anything on sight. If he were to play a sport it would be more fine motor skill-based, since he seems very kept to himself and detail-based in a modern and canon universe. As he gets older I definitely see him playing competitive frisbee quite well during the summer, but tell me you couldn’t imagine him on the feild after a homecoming game, marching around in his official uniform and shako☺️

Bertholdt Now i’m aware his height would make him the perfect basketball player, but something about his personality makes me wonder if he’d enjoy golf. It would be quiet, different from his typical life (which is just chaotic in general) and I feel he’d enjoy the slow, strategic planning of it. He most certainly saw Reiner encouraging him to play football, and did try for a while until he received a concussion from the impact of the ball to his head😃. From that moment he liked the idea of the ball going away rather than towards you better.

#part 2???#anime #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #eren yeager #eren jaeger #search: how to become mikasa #armin arlert #eren aot #snk eren #mikasa ackerman #sofi time #mikasa #armin #armin aruletoto #bertototo #bertoto #bertholdt

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lesbinewren · 3 years

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hey friend, i've been following your blog for a while now and i absolutely think you should go on a rant about modern sw canon being homophobic! i agree with you and i'd love to hear your points (especially re: anything having to do with tarkin, as im not as familiar with that) (:

ill try to not turn this into like a full six page essay lmao

so basically there are at this point a fair amount of gay/bi characters in sw canon atm... just none appearing on-screen (or at least not being explicitly gay on-screen) except for those two women that kissed for like half a second in tros. so thats point one i guess- all but completely restricting even acknowledgements of gayness to books/comics that dont get nearly as much recognition as the screen media does.

point two is that theres a pattern of the main characters they choose to make explicitly gay as being... considerably less moral than others sometimes. and im not saying that every single gay character needs to be completely flawless with the sun shining out of their ass at all times, but why cant we get more lead, unquestionably heroic characters to be confirmed gay or bi? we have gay villains (tarkin being sorta confirmed gay in facpov, moff mors who deserves an entire post of her own), and then characters that are more like anti-heroes, or at least heros with darker pasts/tendencies (aphra, sinjir, arguably characters like sana, chass and yrica but those three to a much lesser degree).

and i dont... dislike those characters. i actually LOVE aphra, shes probably one of my faves, and i loved sinjir and conder in aftermath. i dont really have any problems with their stories at all, it’s just that they’re part of a pattern of characters with sometimes questionable morality (aphra working with vader and happily siccing her droids to torture and murder people etc & sinjir being a torturer for the empire who then joins the rebellion and tortures sometimes for that cause too). like again, my problem isnt that gay characters arent paragons of virtue, its that most characters they happen to make gay also happen to be the morally gray ones. im not really asking for less dubiously good cay characters, just also more solidly heroic gay characters to balance it a bit.

and they are getting better, there are more solidly heroic main gay characters... its just for every wyl lark or kaedan larte you have a gay imperial officer and an offhandedly mentioned dead pair of husbands. and i also dont think id mind as much if there wasnt a history in film especially where even implying gayness was prohibited unless it was condemned or shown to be immoral. i dont think its intentional, but its hard not to get that vibe when they make their biggest canon lesbian character blow up cute tooka cats for fun lmao (as much as i adore aphra)

and my third and probably final point for now is the deliberate vagueness of things, and the way that they sometimes confirm characters. i think they’re especially egregious about this with bi/pan characters. i dont have the direct quote, but when confirming lando to be lgbt during solo promotion, they essentially said he’s pan because he... has sex with droids and aliens? no mention of you know... being a man attracted to other men, that might be too controversial ig. also i think it was donald glover who specifically said something like “how couldn’t you be pansexual in space, there’s so many things to have sex with” as if thats what being bi/pan is which just... yeah.

and then also in the leia book (a book i really like), the “confirmation” of holdo being bi is when leia says something about sticking to “humanoid males” and holdo tells her “thats limiting” or whatever which a) its a personal pet peeve of mine as a lesbian when people say things like that, even tho its said to a straight person, its just insulting and acts like sexuality is a choice and bi/pan people are more enlightened by choosing not to “limit themselves” and b) in context they’re talking about a like... bug alien or something like that, its been a minute since i read the book but it wasnt just like a humanoid alien woman or anything. so again... being just vague enough to get woke points for your character being lgbt without actually having them express same gender attraction AND equating being bi to just being willing to screw whatever i guess.

and for the record i dont think that this all means star wars is being unforgivably homophobic. i DO think characters like aphra, sinjir and others are good representation, i just dont want characters like that to be our only representation, because thats when things start to get more questionable for me. but like, i think its AWESOME that aphra has her own comic line and audiobook where she’s very explicitly gay, and the fact that she’s probably the most popular modern star wars comic-originated character while being a lesbian seriously makes me happier than i know how to express. i think the fact that the alphabet squadron trilogy made two of its female leads explicitly bi and one of their male leads end up in a relationship with another man is amazing. i love sinjir and conder’s romance being a primary feature of the aftermath trilogy. i think its incredible cool of them to have the bravery to make an iconic character from the original trilogy pan, even if im not a huge fan of the phrasing they used (and would like them to be more explicit about it in future content). like, i dont want to be all negative because i think there is a lot of good rep there. i just know it can be better, and being allowed to criticize it makes me feel better about it, and hopefully will start more conversations that lead to them being more mindful in the future.

#ask #anon #i can elaborate on any specific points these are just my general thoughts

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smellofrainn · 3 years

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Thank you so much @smolhilariousbeans for tagging me. needed this distraction. thank you ♥️♥️ sorry for taking time.

MUSIC

Fav genre? rock, folk, r&b, pop, classical, musical, movies soundtracks ( its a major cuz thats how i find new songs.)im nt really familiar with music genres.

Fav artist? Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles and Lil Nas X

Fav song? that’s hard. there’s a list. Perfect Now (cuz i need her when im down), Sunflower ( cuz it reminds me of Louis lol), Numb and Creep.

Most listened to song recently? Perfect Now, that says a lot about my mental health.

Song currently stuck in your head? Raheemun Aleemun. Its a soundtrack from a Malayalam movie, Malik.

5 fav lyrics?

“Keep your head up, love . Keep your head up. dont hide away. dont ever change. keep your head up, love keep your head up. dont look away, dont look away. cause everybody's looking at you now my oh my. i guess some queen’s dont need a crown. and i know why. even when your tears are falling down . still somehow you are perfect now” im crying now people (happy tears). LOUIS has that effect on me. (Perfect Now by Louis Tomlinson)

“ I’ve become so numb. I cant feel you there. become so tired. so much more aware. I’m becoming this. All i want to do is be more like me and be less like you” (Numb by Linkin Park)

“Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes benz

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget" (Hotel California by Eagles. This song helped me survive my hostel life. *shudders*)

"People always told me be careful of what you do

And don't go around breaking young girls' hearts

And mother always told me be careful of who you love

And be careful of what you do 'cause the lie becomes the truth

Billie Jean is not my lover

She's just a girl who claims that I am the one

But the kid is not my son

She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son" ( Billie jean by Michael Jackson🌝🌝)

"You're beautiful. you're beautiful. you're beautiful, its true. I saw your face in a crowded place. and i dont know what to do. cause i ll never be with you" ( you are beautiful by James Blunt.)

BOOKS

this is going to be hard. i dont read that much. bcuz books are really expensive. god bless fanfic writers and ao3.

fav book genre? Fantasy, Mystery, Psychological thriller, Romance, fanfic.

fav writer? All FANCFIC WRITERS!!!! M.T Vasudevan Nair, P.Padmarajan, Malayattoor Ramakrishnan, P.F Mathews.

fav book? Verukal by Malayattoor Ramakrishnan

fav book series? none

comfort book? tired tired sea by Mediawhore

perfect book to read on rainy days? works of Mediawhore and Whimsicule.

fav characters? Yakshi/Ragini, Bheeman in Randamoozham, Fancis Ittycora Ittycora, Louis and Harry 🙄🙄

5 quotes from your fav books that you know by heart? all in malayalam. no way i can translate those.

TV & MOVIES

fav tv/movie genre ? Mystery, Crime Film Psychological thriller, Fantasy, Sci-fi, Horror, Drama, Adventure, Romance, Supehero, Anime

fav movie ? Fight Club, Chicago, MCU, Call Me By Your Name, My Neighbour Totoro, Thoovanathumbikal, Maichithrathaazhu, Blue is the Warmest colour. ( there’s too many actually. these are some i watch frequently.)

comfort movie ? Harry Potter and MCU.

movie you watch every year ? MANICHITHRATHAAZHU, it's a malayalam psychological thriller movie. Shobhana's acting in this movie is sp good and MOHANLAL💙💙 he's a gem.

fav tv show ? Dark, The Boys

comfort tv show ? Friends

most rewatched tv show ? friends

ultimate otp ? none

5 fav characters ? Clara from Thoovanathumbikal(I'll never forget her), Sophie from (Nammukku Paarkkam Munthiri thoppukal), Marla Singer from Fight Club(can you hear her whispering "slide"), Malena from Malena, Adele from Blue is the Warmest colour 💙, Loki , Bucky and a lot♥️♥️

whew this was fun!! i should read more books!!

anyone who is interested is welcome to play this. <3

Mohanlal 💙

Sophie from Nammukku Paarkkam Munthirithoppukal

Clara from Thoovanathumbikal 💙💙 she's my fav fictional character.

yaaaaay!!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

#games #fun games

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rainbowsky · 3 years

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Final round-up of fan fic asks

I've gotten a few more interesting responses to the fan fic discussion so I'm going to round them all up here. This will be my final post on the topic until/unless there's a dramatic new development, or a particularly notable response I want to highlight. Thanks to everyone who brought their thoughts and experiences to the topic. I hope everyone at least feels heard.

The biggest piece of advice that I would like to offer is for everyone to focus on what they love rather than what they hate. If we all did that, the world would be a better place. Alongside that, I'd like to remind everyone to please support authors whose work you like. It's so important. Give them a kudos, give them a nice comment, recommend their work to others. You never know what kind of grief and harassment they are dealing with to bring you these great stories, and our support means a lot.

This is in reference to previous posts here and here.

Anonymous asked:

With regard to fandom and fan fic issue, my years of experience being part of very large fandoms has led me to believe that big accounts are v important in facilitating and enforcing the general consensus of the whole fandom. Unless there will be big accs who'll remind everyone of being respectful & just not being a dick over other's preferences, nothing will change.

This is also the reason why I think certain solo fandoms have adapted weird and twisted narratives as their general fandom story because no big acc has tried to police them & and say hey pls be rational. Whether we like it or not, in a place where how far voices, ideas, tweets, posts get heard is based on the number of followers you have, big accs will have the power and influence in creating/curating/shifting the narratives.

So, if you want to know why your/our fandom thinks like this in general, look at what big accs are tweeting/posting, look at what ideas & values they follow, look at their preferences or how strongly they react to certain situations. it's taxing and toxic for big accs given the nature of social media these days, but it's also the reality of system, the more followers/audience you have, the more influence you will have.

So to anyone reading this I hope we all practice more restraint and reflection before we post anything. Remember that words, no matter what medium you write it in, will always carry weight.

So true. It is easy - even for myself who spends a fair chunk of time answering people's asks - to forget that people can sometimes be impressionable and what we say can influence people whether that's our intent or not. I get used to thinking of myself as a regular guy just doing my own thing when sometimes my thoughts and words go well beyond where I initially posted them.

I think it's important for us to be careful what we say, and it's equally important to be careful what we take from what other people say. Especially when it comes to big claims. Always get a second, third, fourth opinion and don't be afraid to ask for clarification if something doesn't sit right or sounds confusing.

It's also important to reflect on how our words and actions might affect other people's experience of fandom, and err on the side of 'live and let live' wherever possible. It's great to have our own preferences and to champion them, but we should try to do so in a way that leaves space for other people and perspectives.

The more unique perspectives and the more friendly, open dialog there is, the healthier the community will be as a whole.

There's nothing wrong with encouraging and guiding growth in the particular areas we are interested in, as long as it doesn't step on, oppress or attack those who are peacefully enjoying something different.

Anonymous 2 asked: bjyx fans attacking gdgdbaby for including zsww/lsfy dynamics in an event named bjyx then turning right around and attacking the zsww/lsfy event organizer for excluding bjyx? god, can you hear my facepalm and sigh of resignation and incredulity from over there? im genuinely not surprised that they're trying to drive an entire part of the fandom out by disgusting them (and me) with these immature tactics. i believe what im about to say next will sound quite bait-y and i respect your decision 1/?

should you choose not to post this. but i do know that it is not only me, in fact there are many out there, that is of this opinion. we just dont talk about it on twitter to avoid the potential mess it will bring lol. okay, here goes nothing. (do note that im talking about the majority here, not every single person is like this) so bjyx fans tend to be cishet females whereas zsww/lsfy fans are more diverse in terms of age and gender, and most of them are part of the queer community too 2/?

i would like to clarify that most of these zsww/lsfy fans are not dynamic exclusive (in the sense that they are friendly and interact with all ggdd fans) they just prefer to "identify" themselves as zsww/lsfy fans (on twitter specifically) just to form a distinction from bjyx fans who mostly are dynamic exclusive (as in; they do not consume non-bjyx content, and straightup refuse to interact with non-bjyx fans, often blocking them). as a result, id say that the zsww/lsfy communiy is way more 3/?

mature and respectful (after all, they're mostly queer people talking about a queer ship) whereas many problems in this fandom, such as the homophobia, adamantly insisting on "drawing lines" between dynamics, stem from the bjyx exclusive fans, comprised of cishet females who "may not know better". so, it is of no surprise to me that they're resorting to these immature tactics of calling gg unsavory names, and organizing retaliatory events with controversial topics in an attempt to "purify". 4/4

I trust that you have arrived at that theory through your own experience and observation. I haven't personally spent much time immersed in this stuff so I can't claim to have any real insight or expertise. If you say that's your experience of it, then at the very least that's how you've seen things up to this point.

I just want to say that I think we should always be careful about making assumptions about people's age, gender/gender identity, etc.

There are plenty of good reasons to avoid doing that; because those assumptions could be very wrong, because those assumptions are often laced with ageism, sexism, etc., because those assumptions - even when correct - might not be an accurate basis for the conclusions we draw.

But the primary reason I recommend avoiding those type of assumptions is because anything that enables us to clump a group of people together in our minds like that will tend to make them easier to demonize and dehumanize. They are no longer individuals who are each responsible for their own unique perspectives, they are now 'the X group' who is known for 'A B C series of easily attackable ideas or behaviors'.

If we attribute undesirable traits and behaviors to a group of people we feel opposed to in some way, that makes us feel more righteous and justified in behaving unfairly toward them, dismissing their humanity and warring with them. It's just risky behavior to engage in, even when it's well-intentioned.

There might actually be some truth to what you're saying. It could very well be that most of these people are young, inexperienced, heteronormative, etc. but if that's the case then we should try to use those traits to better understand and empathize rather than to better dismiss and discredit.

Just my two cents on that.

It can be really frustrating dealing with what feels like other people attacking us, trying to oppress us, etc. - especially when there are more of them than there are of us. In my experience the best solutions to that sort of problem are generally the ones that focus on what we are doing and want to do rather than what they are doing that we don't want them to do.

As I am always preaching, we can't control what other people say, do or think. The only thing we have any control over is what we say, do and think (and how we respond to what they say, do and think).

I have found in my experience that the moment I step out of a conflict mindset and instead step into a problem-solving mindset, everything starts to come together. I feel better, my outlook is more positive, I can begin to see solutions and allies rather than problems and enemies, and most of all, I become more focused on what I am doing than what others are doing.

So I would recommend everyone who is invested in resolving these conflicts focus on that. "How can we best showcase and encourage the types of stories we enjoy?" instead of "How can we stop these other people from doing things we dislike?"

Anonymous 3 asked:

Hello again! It’s anon #3 from the fanfic post. I really do appreciate reading your thoughts on various issues like this, so thank you for always taking time to write in depth. As for supporting without going to war, the simplest way has always been to just show appreciation for the creators, hype them up. Kudos are the easiest way on ao3 but comments in addition are great. This goes for all content—art, fics, vids..etc. Creators love to see and read how people react to their content. Sharing is also great, fic recs are very helpful, just be cautious with art and reposting though. Hope this helps a bit!

Thanks so much, Anon. I think this is excellent advice. And it's true that appreciation is great, but helping to expand the audience is also great. Recommending stories, pointing people to the pages/websites of artists we like (as opposed to reposting), sharing our own ideas and approaches, encouraging people to try new things... all of this helps build healthier communities.

And here's another one: WRITE! DRAW! CREATE!

I urge anyone with creative interests or talents to bring their voices to the community because we all can benefit from hearing from you.

Thanks again everyone for sharing your thoughts on this issue. I hope that over time we can all work in positive ways to improve the situation.

I think this subject has been well-covered now so I'm going to retire it for the time being. If anyone still feels they want to discuss it further please feel free to message me privately. Thanks.

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Merry (LATE ASF) Christmas xD

Over a year late, but... You know?😂😂😂 I come baring gifts! xD Gotta keep my word no matter how long it takes lmao

Okay so I got my ex-best friend to draw Draco for me xD LOL She’s vanilla and doesn’t know about my kink so I had to kinda sneakily ask her to add the blush and stuff lmao BUT FOR THE MOST PART, this is my OC Draco xDD She did a good job with it! That’s him feeling all sickly in the story xD I might get her to draw my other OC’s too! If you want her to draw for you too or see what else she drew, her instagrams are: @ixreikoluxi and @ixreiko_luxi ((Just dont message her anything kinky LOL but she does do commissions on anime art!)) Also I tried new things in here... And there’s a lot that be happenin in this fic so hopefully it’s a good read lmao xD

ANYWAYS MERRY (LATE ASF) CHRISTMAS AND ONTO THE FIC XD I think it’s around 15k words OvO ENJOY

December 23rd

A soft murmur slips past Draco’s ears through the darkness of sleep, earning a sleepy snort and a shift on the couch from the sleeping drunkard. The murmur wasn’t loud enough to fully wake the hungover excuse of a man resting on the couch, but it did plant the seed of a weak headache into his temples from the lingering alcohol flowing through his veins.

“...co ... Draco! Wake up, please.”

The gentle shaking of his arm causes Draco to slowly stir awake. The rugged man lazily blinks a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus through the dim light on the face hovering above him. He winces as he’s greeted with a sharp churning in his stomach from his heavy alcohol consumption the past few days, cursing at the situation entirely.

“Shit. Wahtimeisit..? Wahdoyouwant?” His voice was deep and groggy from sleep, words slurred from his mind and mouth both sluggish and still trying to register and function at the thought of being awake so early.

“It’s 10 ‘till 6am. I need you to do the Christmas shopping for me while I’m at work today.” The gentleman firmly instructed. Shit. He had forgotten about that. The rugged man audibly grunted, rubbing the sleep out of his tired eyes. “I left the shopping list and some money on the table. Do not forget about it, Draco. I mean it.” His voice was strict and bold, leaving a mark on Draco’s deafened pride. The gentleman locked the door behind him and was gone before Draco could even attempt to respond.

“Could’ve at least turned off the fricken light, jeez.”

He groaned, dreading the long day of shopping he had ahead of him. Every time Reuben had asked him to go to the store for him, it was always at least a four-hour endeavor, seeing how Reuben always had items on the list that he had never heard of, and the nearest shops around his area were all unheard of and he had no idea where any of the items were. Even if he did go shopping on a regular basis, he was sure that he would still be lost in each of the supermarkets. Christmas was in two days, so that meant that everyone was out and about, doing their last-minute Christmas shopping, just as he was about to, seeing how he had waited nearly a month to even think about the list. Yeah, Reuben had warned him about this multiple times, that’s why he had made the list ahead of time, but Draco didn’t care. Well, he didn’t care until now. The rugged man cursed to himself just thinking about the long shopping list and having to deal with crowds of people. Why did he have to do all the damn shopping, anyway? ‘It’s not like you do anything all day, anyway. You just lay around or go to the bar and get drunk. The least you could do is help out around here and go to the grocery store.’ He could hear Reuben’s nagging voice already engraved into his memory. They’ve had this conversation once before, and Draco hated to be reminded of it. He sighs, shoving away the memory and slamming his eyes shut, trying to return to the peaceful slumber that he had been rudely awoken from.

4 hours felt like minutes according to Draco as he was rudely pulled out of sleep by warm licks to the tip of his nose. At first, he shoves the clever feline back away from his torso and rubs his freshly licked nose, sluggishly trying to go back to sleep. Absinthe returns a couple of seconds later, gently sitting on his chest with a soft ‘meowrr’ that makes the rugged man bat an eye at the creature.

“Jesus Christ, cut it out, will ya!?” The man grunted, remembering that he was supposed to feed the feline two hours ago, and that he probably wouldn’t hear the end of it with Reuben when he got home. She speaks again, hopping onto the floor and stretching outward near her food bowl. “Alright, alright already. Shaash, I’m goin’.”

Brain still foggy from sleep, the rugged man brought himself to his feet, releasing a loud, well-needed yawn that forced his jaw to slack all the way open as he headed into the kitchen, feeling the patient feline watching his every move. He takes the can of cat food from the cabinet and sluggishly places the food in the bowl, having Absinthe instantly begin to eat the protein packed meal.

“You’re welcome, little bastard.” He mumbled as he watched the feline scarf down the mushy substance, gliding a gentle hand behind her ears. “Must be good, huh?” It was odd. Draco normally judged Reuben for speaking to his feline like an actual person, but it was actually quite soothing to say the least, as it brought a wry smirk to his face. Obviously, he wasn’t going to tell Reuben that. The black cat abruptly stopped eating and peeked her head at the man crouched directly behind her, purring when he rubbed the right spot. He gave her one last rub before getting up to grab a change of clothes.

He called an Uber after taking a decently long, hot shower and eating a slice of cold, leftover pizza from the fridge for breakfast. Reuben was the only person with a car around here and he had taken it to work today, so he felt that an Uber would be the better option at least. The rugged man scoops the money from on the table into his pocket, grabs the shopping list and heads outside into the freezing winter air.

***

The sky was a nice dark gray, not doing the sun any favors with providing any warmth or sunlight really. There was a cold, gentle breeze that would occasionally brush through his dark black bangs and hug his neck and chest, forcing him to pull up his short jacket collar as much as he could in order to shield himself from at least some of the coldness. This would be one of the moments that he missed his trench coat and fedora the most. Reuben had made him throw the old things out entirely and get a completely new wardrobe about a week after he had moved in. He couldn’t complain; he didn’t much care about having to wear new clothes, he just wanted to keep his fedora and trench coat if anything. The sound of car tires sloshing in a puddle of rainwater catches his attention as it appears to be his Uber driver. The driver waves at his direction, beckoning him to come over.

“So, where we headed?” The uber driver asked as Draco entered the back seat.

“Just to the local shopping center up ahead. I put the damn address in the app, why are you asking me? Do your damn job.” He muttered, eyeing the long list in his hand. He’s sure that the driver said something back to him, but he wasn’t listening; He was already in a bad mood and had to prepare himself for the long endeavor ahead of him.

The closer they got to the shopping center, the more Draco started to get annoyed. There were so many cars in the street, driving slow for what Draco thought was both to look at all of the Christmas lights and decorations hanging up on all of the lamp posts and just from the amount of people in the area period. There were so many people walking on the sidewalks with their families, friends, partners and just some walking solo; He was kind of glad that he hadn’t driven here himself. It would be hell to find a parking spot anywhere, and just hell to get out of here. He grunts to himself, noticing a few people wearing face masks that were walking along the sidewalks as well. He had forgotten that this was the perfect weather and season for people to get sick. It was probably the perfect place to get sick too, seeing how there were just so many people brushing up against one another, touching all sorts of the same products and just overall breathing the same air in general. The driver pulled over in what seemed to be the middle of the shopping center, having a giant Christmas tree on display to his left with so many bright lights and Christmas ornaments dangling from all of the branches. That seemed to be the hot spot of the entire center, seeing how there seemed to be a ton of families crowded around the tree, whether they were taking pictures in front of it, sitting and chatting, or just hanging out around the area. He paid the uber driver and exited the vehicle, instantly starting to make his way towards the nearest supermarket so that he could get out of this mess as quickly as possible.

Draco was hit with a little bit of relief when he entered the store, feeling the heat instantly wash over him as he grabbed his handheld shopping basket. It was short lived though as he saw how long the checkout lines were, and how many people were still shopping down every isle in the store. He briefly sighed, shoving all of his aggravation aside. He knew that he wasn’t going to get anything done fast if he just kept moping about the situation.

It took about an hour of roaming down every isle a few times, bumping into and being bumped into a good handful of times and scanning over the shopping list at least 30 times before Draco was sure that he had gotten a good selection of items off of the list and made the executive decision to check out. It didn’t matter which line he chose; each line was so long that it was stretching into an actual isle, causing multiple people to have to cut through every once in a while, just to get to the other side of the store. He picks the closest line to him and decides to start waiting now rather than later. Why does everybody have to be out shopping right now anyway? He thought to himself, feeling his arms starting to grow tired from carrying the heavy basket for so long.

It wasn’t long before other shoppers began to slowly file in behind him, causing him to feel slightly uneasy from how close they had to stand in order to be out of the way of other shoppers. What made matters worse was that the person behind him sounded like he was under the weather and Draco didn’t want to be anywhere near it. The thick sniffling that was heard from behind him made Draco internally groan. Damn it, he hated this so much. The regret was really starting to sink in now. At this moment he wished that he had went shopping right when Reuben had made the list. There’s a chesty cough from behind him that makes Draco turn his head slightly enough to see a young man sniffling helplessly into the palm of his hand. He rolls his eyes, feeling like he’s stuck in his current position. He knew that he always had an option to leave the line, but he had already waited 10 minutes and he didn’t want to be there any longer than he had to. The shuffling of feet in front of him caught his attention as he followed suit and scooted forward a couple of inches as the next customer was being serviced. There were only two customers in front of him now, and he was actually standing inside of the gap with the chip racks and soda coolers; He was nearing the light at the end of his tunnel. He knew that he could wait a couple more minutes and put up with this a little while longer. That was until…

“Hh… Ah’TSSCHiuh!!”

The loud sneeze from behind makes the rugged man flinch, feeling a gust of air and cold spray instantly hit the back of his neck. He slowly turns around completely this time, bringing a hand up to wipe where he had felt the sickly spray come in contact as he was greeted by a young man with short brown hair, sniffling and wiping his nose onto his jacket sleeve.

“Oh, come on, man! Are you freggin serious?!” Draco yells, feeling disgusted and aggravated at the stranger. The outburst causes a handful of eyes to veer over to their direction. The younger man could only give a sheepish smile in return, feeling way beyond embarrassed and nervous of what the rugged man would do.

“I, uhh… I’m sorry, man! It’s just allergies! ‘Tis the season, right?” The young man said with a pleading smile and nervous laugh, trying his best to ease the rugged man over. Allergies my ass. His voice sounded thick and strained just from that apology alone, and Draco already knew what this meant. He looked like a walking germ cell; ain’t no way that’s some goddamn allergies.

“Un-fucking-believable.” He muttered, looking at his hand in disgust. He was furious way beyond comprehension, but he didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he had already. For this kids’ sake. The young man pulled out a pack of tissues and handed him one with a shaky hand. “Where the hell was this at before you fucking sneezed on me?!” His voice was loud with anger again as he snatched the tissue out of the man’s hand and wiped his own in disgust. The younger man quickly fumbled into the packet again to grab his own tissues as his eyelashes began to gently flutter shut.

“Ah’TSSCHiih..! Ih‘TISShiEW!!”

The cans and bottles in his handheld basket clanked against each other as the young man jerked forwards, diving into his hand full of tissues as his bangs bounced off of his clammy forehead with each itchy explosion. He would’ve crashed into the chip rack if not for the kind stranger behind him. Draco was relieved when the customer in front of him was beginning to load the belt with his items, allowing him to scoot up some again. It was short lived though, when the young man also scooted up behind him, sniffling and coughing so close in his ear it felt like he was practically shoulder to shoulder with him.

Finally, after a few more minutes of waiting, it was Draco’s turn to quickly checkout and instantly leave the store. The cold air greeted Draco once again, but he didn’t care this time. He was just happy to get out of that store and separate himself from that walking germ infestation. His arms were already starting to get tired even though he had two more stores to visit; He just wanted to go home honestly and take another hot shower to cleanse himself. It was about a ten-minute walk to get to the next store on his list. The fresh air was really nice, but it was awfully cold and starting to loosen up his sinuses. He had to sniffle every few seconds just to try and prevent his nose from leaking onto his numb upper lip.

His second shopping experience was pretty similar to the last store, minus the disgusting event, but the process went by faster than he had thought it would, and for that he was grateful. He peered down at the shopping list once again, having a wave of relief brush over him from seeing the small handful of items that he had left to get: Cranberry sauce, Asparagus, wait… Proscouittio? What the hell was a proscouittio? The rugged man sat down on the nearest bench, allowing his arms to rest by setting down all of his grocery bags onto the cold concrete as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed up the pediatrician.

“Hello? Draco?” The smooth and concerned voice of the gentleman was heard on the other end of the phone.

“Yeah, it’s me. What the hell is a pro… scouittio?” The rugged man asked, voice still coated with irritation from having to be out shopping. He snuffled twice into a curled knuckle, giving the underside of his nose a quick wipe after feeling a faint burning at the back of his sinuses from the cold air. A light chuckle is heard on the other end from the gentleman.

“It’s prosciutto, not proscouittio.” Reuben corrected through a light snicker. Draco snarled, irritably bringing his phone closer to his mouth.

“If you’re going to laugh and make fun of me, so help me God I swear I’ll hang up right fucking now and blow this money at the nearest bar in sight.” His voice was dry and grim, causing Reuben to stop his chuckling instantly. The rugged man snuffled thickly again, lifting up his arm to briefly rub his leaky nose along his jacket sleeve this time.

“Okay, okay, calm down. There’s no reason to get all riled up.” Reuben’s voice had a naturally childish glee to it today that forced Draco to ease up a little, even if he didn’t want to. “It’s a thinly sliced ham. Very delicious. You can find it at Scardello deli a little way east of the Shopping Center. Oh, and Draco, make sure you’re reading all of the ingredients carefully. My parents are coming over and it has to be correct.” It was hard to pay attention to Reuben, seeing how his nose would not stop running no matter how many times he wiped at it. He had to keep sniffling to himself in order to barely keep the leakage at bay. He audibly sighs, as he felt his inner nostrils begin to tingle from the cold air just enough to make his chest bounce with a muted hitch. “—And a block of Gruyère cheese from the deli too, please.” There was a moment of silence before Reuben realized that he had been talking to himself for the past few seconds. Another muted hitch escapes from Draco as his nose and lips began to quiver uncomfortably from the subtle itch.

“Hehh…” He could feel his eyelids start to droop closed and his shoulders begin to rise from the third inhale that was audible this time and forced him to bring up a shaky hand to squeeze his nostrils shut with his thumb and forefinger.

“Hello? Draco? Are you there—" The hitch only sounds like a soft grunt to Reuben as he is unable to hear clearly since Draco instantly pushed the device deep into his chest as he jerked forwards twice.

“Kxxnt… Hhuh-… Eh’GSXnt!” The first sneeze was weak and soft enough to go unnoticed, but it made the gentle tingle in his sinuses rattle, causing the second sneeze to sound a bit more agitated and loud enough to get picked up on the line.

“Oh? Bless you, Draco. Are you alright?” Reuben asked, voice clearly coated with concern. The rugged man barely caught the sentence as he brought the phone back up to his ear, sniffling a handful of times into his curled knuckle.

“Yeah, ‘s just cold as hell out here. What were you talkin’ about?” Draco muttered, massaging the bridge of his nose with chilled fingertips.

“I said I need you to pick up a block of Gruyère cheese from Scardello’s Deli for me while you’re out. I must’ve forgotten to put it on the list.”

“Jeez, I need a drink.” Draco groaned as he massaged the bridge of his nose in irritation of the new item added to his list this time.

"Tell you what: I'll pay your bar tab for all of the hassle you're going through today, even though all of this could've been avoided had you listened to me." Reuben offered, mumbling the second half of his sentence in a matter-of-fact manner. Draco didn't care though. He was sold on the 'pay your bar tab' part.

"You've got yourself a deal then."

“Good. Oh- And Draco, be safe out there. Don’t stay out in the cold for too long. Make sure you’re keeping wa--”

“Tch.” Draco instantly ended the call after he irritably smacked his lips, ignoring the pediatrician’s advice. He didn’t need to hear something he already knew and was well aware of. Reuben wasn’t his parent. He knew how to take care of himself. The rugged man quickly stood back up in a huff and headed straight for the second to last store on his list.

The next store that he needed to visit was a fresh produce store. Reuben was very picky about the ingredients that he needed. He always wanted it to be organic and to be from a certain brand, which was very annoying and very time consuming to find. If he had been lazy and just brought home a random brand of the product, he knew that he wouldn't hear the end of it from Reuben. Draco didn't know why the hell he cared so much, seeing how it all tasted the same to him anyway. What was the point? It was all food; one just costs more than the other.

The list was growing shorter though, and it only took him about half an hour to find the ingredients that he needed, and checking out was a breeze. The only place he needed to visit was Scardello's Deli. He was glad that this was his last stop though. He was growing rather hungry and decided to take this opportunity to grab him some lunch with the leftover grocery money, if he had any.

Upon approaching the Deli, his heart instantly sinks from how many people are inside of the deli, and just from seeing all the tables outside being filled as well. For a brief moment he had forgotten that it was almost Christmas and that the piles of people showing up to this Deli wouldn't be an exception. Scardello's was also a popular Italian deli, famous for their tasty, high quality ingredients; seeing this many people here on an average day wouldn't be surprising either. You'd be lucky if you didn't have to wait in a long line that extended outside of the store.

Draco quickly stepped in line, wanting to save his place before someone else had the chance to and began the waiting game for the last time. He was happy, seeing how after he was finished shopping here, he could finally go home and he also had free alcohol on his waiting list. It wasn't too bad though. He enjoyed the scent of freshly toasted bread and the savory scent of spices that were infused into the meats. This was the best experience he had today for waiting in a long line, even if he had handfuls of groceries in his hands.

After waiting for about 20 minutes in line, it was finally his turn to order and he was relieved. There was a big glass full of different types of meats on display in front of him, all looking very delicious, but he points to the specific type of prosciutto that Reuben had asked for, along with the block of Gruyère cheese. The cashier nods to the rugged man and repeats the order back to a couple of workers that were slicing meat in the back as he pressed a few buttons onto his register.

"Prosciutto di Parma. Good choice. Delicate to the tongue and sweet to the taste." The woman behind him stated as she approached the meat display and stood beside him. She held her black suitcase to her side as her long, white lab coat flapped behind her as she turned to study the rugged man standing in front of her. "Hmm... You don't look like the type to eat anything close to prosciutto... Who sent you?" She mused, chuckling to herself as she saw the confused, and now irritated glare on Draco's face. The rugged man furrowed a brow at the lady, feeling offended by her choice of words. ‘Look the type’? The hell does she mean by that?

Her long, brown hair seemed to flow vibrantly behind her back, naturally complimenting her dark, purple orbs while she looked at the display case full of meat. She was actually very beautiful in Draco's eyes; he had to force himself to shift his gaze so that he didn’t end up staring for too long.

"I gotta $62.60 for a Prosciutto Di Parma an’ a Gruyère ." The cashier stated through a heavy Italian accent that instantly snagged Draco's attention and brought him back to reality. Over $50 for just some damn meat and cheese? What has the world come to, he thought to himself.

"U-uh, yeah, and I wanna add your uhh... Italian Sub. That should be cheap enough at least." He muttered, dazed by both the woman still hovering over his shoulder and the price of the meat as he fumbled into his pockets for the leftover grocery money.

"Ey, Giuseppe, put his order on my ticket." The woman stated as she gently grabbed his hand in order to prevent him from scrambling for the lose bills in his pockets any longer. “Grazie mille amico mio.” Draco gave the woman both a confused and disapproving look in return but she brushed it off as she placed her own order on top of his.

“Nessun problema. Qualunque cosa per mia sorella!” The cashier replied with a smile as he typed away on the cash register.

"The hell d’you think you’re doing, lady? I have the money to pay, you know." Draco muttered to the woman with shattered pride after she had placed her order. The cashier had told them to stand over to the side as they began preparing their food.

"Mm-hmm. Oh I'm sure you do." She said with a flirtatious grin. Draco couldn't tell if she was joking or if she was just being sarcastic. Or both. The childish tone of her voice reminded him of Lirin a bit, and made him unintentionally release an agitated sigh. "Nobody in their right mind walks into Scardello's with pocket change."

"Listen, lady, pocket change or not: money is money. Don’t give a rats ass about how it looks." Even though she was very beautiful, her beauty didn’t seem to filter Draco’s mouth nor his personality. He could care less, really. She could’ve been Beyonce in a two piece and he still would’ve said the same thing.

"Hm. Touché." She muttered, giving the rugged man an approving nod before giving him a light punch in the shoulder. “Can you not call me lady though? Don’t you know how rude that sounds?”

"Do I look like a fuckin’ mind-reader? I don’t know your name, lady.”

“The name's Sicily." Her response came out awkward sounding as she fought to keep herself from actually socking him in the shoulder again. “Gaash, do you kiss your mother with that potty mouth?”

"Don’t you ever mention my mother ever again, you got that??" He mutters intensely, having the cashier interrupt their conversation with two bags of food in hand.

She awkwardly thanked the cashier and gave him a tip before leaving the Deli. Draco followed her outside over to a wooden bench a few steps away from the Deli as she sat down and separated the food between both of them.

"Y’know, you’re being kinda rude to the person that just bought all this food for you. Here." She said as she gave him the bag with freshly purchased food inside. "That one's yours." Draco accepted the bag in silence as she taps the bench and invites him to join her and have a seat, in which he distantly accepts. The two sit in silence for a good few minutes before Sicily decides to cut through the tension. “I didn’t catch your name earlier...” She mumbled into her sandwich before taking a bite out of it.

“... Draco, I guess...” He replied annoyed, only staring at his sandwich rather than eating it.

"Well, Mr. Draco... You’re an asshole, you know that?” She stated through a soft chuckle after hearing Draco release a loud, obviously aggravated grunt in response, “An attractive asshole, I might add. And honestly, you just have the manliest resting bitch face I’ve ever seen--”

“What the hell are you getting at here?”

“You wanna know why I paid for your meal? I just wanted to make that sour face at least a liiiittle bit sweeter, you know?” The rugged man gave a perplexed look towards the woman sitting beside him. It felt weird hearing a woman speak so openly and without a filter just like him.

“...Shut up...” Draco half-muttered after an exhausted sigh, before finally taking a bite out of his sandwich.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you? Too bad. I’m not a sheep. I don’t follow orders.” She mused with a dorky accent, surprisingly earning an unexpected chuckle from the rugged man. He wasn’t expecting such a resilient response. He had to admit, she was a cute, quirky, and geeky person that made his heart flutter the more he talked with the woman.

The two sat on the bench oddly enjoying each other's company and eating the delicious Italian lunch for about half an hour. Even though it was really cold outside, it didnt matter to them. It felt like Draco was genuinely having a great time with Sicily and he didn't want it to end. You might even say it was a first date at that. She seemed to be the only person that could get underneath his thick skin and actually make him chuckle, multiple times at that. Wait a minute, what was he thinking? It couldn’t have been a date. They were simply just having a decent lunch together. That was all.

The half hour feels like seconds as the time flew by, though. They had already finished their lunch and Draco knew that he needed to get back and put the groceries away. Sicily seemed like she had her own plans to get back to as well, seeing how she was the one who had cut the event short. She did feel awful about ending their moment, so she paid for his Uber and waited with him until the Uber arrived to take him home.

***

Draco had an odd, empty feeling resting in his stomach as the Uber pulled up to Reuben's home. He was glad to be home and to have all the shopping finished; It felt like a huge weight was lifted off of his shoulders, but he still missed the company of Sicily. He thanks the driver for the ride after he collected all of his belongings and started for the front door, heaving all of the groceries along with him.

Draco raises a curious brow as he sees Reuben's car in the driveway. It was out of the ordinary to see Reuben's car here at this time, because he normally didn't come home until late at night. The rugged man adjusts the bags in his hands, dismissing the fact of the car being there only to be halted by a stray dog crossing his path in the driveway.

The dog looked like a black and brown German Shepard, but it had a deep cut along its left eye and it was faintly shivering from the cold winter air. Once Draco made eye contact with the canine, it slowly sat down and wagged its tail, patiently waiting. For what, Draco had no idea. He had seen this dog before. Multiple times at that. Reuben would always chase the dog away with his shoe whenever he saw him on the porch, but Draco never understood why. The rugged man cautiously approached the injured creature with a struggling hand to scratch behind its ears and the dog instantly dropped its mouth open and let its tongue hang out, clearly enjoying the attention and feeling of affection.

"You like that, dontcha boy?" As if in response to Draco, the dog barked and hopped up to place his paws onto the rugged man’s chest, trying to lick his face. Draco chuckled at the friendly creature and gave it a hug as he couldn't resist the poor, abandoned animal. He knew how being cold, lonely and abandoned felt and how much value was in the slightest amount of affection. He wasn’t fast enough to dodge as the canine licked his cheek a few times. "Okay, okay, down boy! Get down!" He had to force the dog down, seeing how the canine was overly excited from the rugged man and his attention. "What’s your name, anyway?" He muttered, trying to find a collar or dog tag on the animal, only to find nothing. The stray dog sat in front of the rugged man with excited eyes. It was hard for Draco to look back at the poor animal, but he knew that he couldn't take him into Reuben's house. The pediatrician had mentioned that he disliked dogs with a passion; for what reason, Draco had no clue. He gave the dog one last good rub and slipped past him in order to get to the front porch. The dog only sat in place, watching the rugged man as he stood on the porch, glaring back at the stray dog with guilt. “... You know what, fuck it.�� He says as he grabs a slice of the prosciutto and tosses it to the stray dog. Immediately, the dog grabs the meat and runs into the grass, tearing the meat up and swallowing it savagely like he hadn’t eaten in a while. ‘You enjoy that, little buddy.” He whispers before sliding into the house.

***

Draco released a light sigh as he was relieved to be back home and outside of the cold. Before he could enter the kitchen to set down the groceries, Reuben arose from the couch and greeted him with a cheerful grin.

"Welcome back, Draco. I assume everything went well?" The gentleman grabbed a few of the bags from the rugged man and led him into the kitchen.

"Yeah, but- wait, why are you home right now?" Draco asked, confusion coating his voice, as he sat the bags on the counter and began to take all of the items out. Reuben gives a slight chuckle as he takes the empty bag from Draco and throws it in the trash.

"I couldn't have you here while I wrapped up all the Christmas gifts, now could I?" He said, pointing at the elegant Christmas tree that now had multiple gifts resting underneath it. Draco rolled his eyes, aggravated at the fact that it would’ve been a whole lot easier if Reuben would’ve taken him to the store in the first place. “Oh, relax, would you? I thought I’d find you wearing an ear-to-ear grin from the clean slate you now have at the bar!"

"... Fine, just whatever... There better be a flask full of booze under there or you're catching fists." He falsely allowed the joke to slip off of his tongue, forgetting that he wasn't outside with Sicily anymore. Reuben doesn't mind though, and takes it as him finally getting into the Christmas spirit. "What's with the sweater?"

"Oh this old thing? You like it?” Humors Reuben as he stretches out the sweater in order to show off all the glowing Christmas lights and decorations on it. The rugged man only gives a disgusted look in disapproval at the ugly thing. "It even lights up, s-see?Ihktsh!" Reuben furrowed a confused brow as he barely caught the abrupt sneeze into a curled knuckle, feeling an overwhelming itch force entry into his sinuses and cut his shirt viewing short.

A sharp, breathy inhale was the only thing Draco heard before he looked over to see Reuben twitching forward with each rapid sneeze, catching them with the top-side of his hand. "Hih-Ktsh! Hihktsh! Hh-Hihh! Hih'KSsh! HuhISsSCH'ue!!" The power of the tickling sensation was so strong and abrupt that his lungs didn’t know how to function properly with the irritant fighting in his sinuses.

He knew the feeling of this type of tickle. It wasn’t from sickness, nor from hay fever, and his house hadn’t been dusty enough to irritate him the past few days, so it could’ve only been one other thing. A handful of muted gasps escape from the gentleman as he could feel his sensitive nose trembling in agony.

“Hh-have youhh beenn playi’gw-wihh-hih! Wid dohh-gs??” The pediatrician struggled to ask between hitching breaths as he grabbed a few tissues from off of the counter with one hand and pinched his nostrils closed with his other hand.

“Yeah, so what if I did?” Draco fired back, defensively as if the stray dog were under attack by the evil pediatrician. The gentleman only blew his nose in return, shaking his head from how intense the tickle was becoming. He instantly shuffled backwards after he blew into the handful of tissues for a second time, foolishly trying to expel the irritant as quickly as possible, only to rattle the irritant around and get hit with the full force of the tickling sensation. He coughed and fanned at the air as if doing so would remove the irritant that forced his nostrils to instantly tremble in aggravation. He could feel his body rejecting the irritant fiercely as his eyelids instantly slammed shut once again and his chest visibly bounced from the rapid, overwhelming breaths his body felt were necessary to take between each desperate sneeze he lazily caught in the handful of tissues. The sudden irritant caught both him and his body off guard as it physically tried to process what the devil Draco had brought into his presence.

“D-Dr-a’KSh!Ihktsh!! Huh’kSsh!! I-Ihssh’uehh-hih! HihH’ksh’u!!… I-Ih-hhehh-HH…” Reuben barely squinted his eyes open to share a struggling glare with Draco, trying his hardest to speak but failed miserably, getting lost in his own sea of rapid hitches. The strength of the irritant forced the pediatrician to instantly jerk forwards into the damp handful of tissues with rapid, itchy explosions.

“Hihktsh! Kshnt! IhKTSH-tsshIISsh! AlleH-Hh’Issh…! T-tIDSh’ue!! Hehh…D-dohhgs-s Hhgh-ihkssh’u! hHAH-ESsh’uekgshu! IH’KGshIEw!! Iksshu! Kgshu-IKGSshu!” The gentleman's body trembled with each sneeze as he struggled to take in a breath of air. He had foolishly tried to speak in-between the fit in vain as he had cut himself off with the rapid, tumbling sneezes.

The rugged man gives Reuben a questioning glare as he released four more tired sneezes in-between desperate nose blows and irritated coughs into his handful of tissues. He didn't know that Reuben had a dog allergy; He also hadn't played with the canine for that long either, so he was confused as to why Reuben was having such a reaction.

"I'm a-allerhh-hih... Hahh...! Ihktsh!! Hheh'kssh-ISshu! 'EDSh'ue!! Ekgsh!! IsshShishh! IGSSch'uh! Hahh... Allergigk do dogs." He congestedly tried to explain again through disruptive hitches.

Draco could see the pediatrician's pink tipped nose still twitching from the irritant lingering about as he dabbed away the allergic tears that started rolling down his cheeks with the side of his hand. He gave a sly smirk to himself, finding a hint of pleasure in seeing the arrogant pediatrician looking so vulnerable. It was nice to see Reuben knocked off of his high horse for a bit.

"Well in that case, I want a dog." Draco humored to the pediatrician as he watched him still trying to catch his unsteady breath.

"Hah’KGshn! Ihgsh! Kgsch! H-how consihhderate o-of... Ih-Kgsshn! Hh-huh... youhh." His speech was still shaky and broken from the faint hitches riddled between his words. He blows his nose once again in an attempt to blow out the irritant that had entered his nostrils, but it does nothing but dampen the tissues further in his hand.

The gentleman irritably tells Draco to finish putting away the groceries and to throw his clothes into the washer as he left the room to take some allergy medicine, already beginning to feel miserable. He also couldn’t help but give a little chuckle to himself, finding the whole situation to be quite humorous. He only wondered how bad it would be if Reuben were to actually encounter a dog in person.

The hot shower that Draco had been waiting for all day finally came and went, leaving him with a strong feeling of relief and relaxation. It felt like ten pounds had been lifted off of his shoulders, seeing how he still felt disgusting from that irritating encounter at the store. Reuben seemed to be feeling better as well, since he had stopped sneezing when he got out of the shower. He had to admit: The Christmas vibes were definitely present from both the nicely decorated Christmas tree and all of the decorations Reuben had been putting up all over the house. It was his first Christmas with the pediatrician, and it felt like it was going to be a great one at that.

December 24th

The loud clank of a pan serves as a rude awakening for the rugged man as he flinched awake from the couch. He tries to open his eyes but instantly slams them shut with a heavy wince from the blinding living room lights. A few light coughs escape from his grasp as he sluggishly wiped the sleep from his eyes. He felt groggy today. Groggier than usual. He releases a sluggish snuffle in an attempt to clear the wall of congestion that must’ve built up overnight.

“Evening, Draco.” The lanky gentleman greeted from the kitchen, adding water to a pot before placing it on the stove top. “A pleasure to see you awake. I surely thought you were going to sleep the entire day away.” The rugged man remained silent as he blindly reached for his flask from off of the coffee table and instantly began consuming the alcoholic beverage, only to choke on the burn in his throat. That was strange. He thought that he was used to the burn of a little Whiskey. “How many times have I told you to stop drinking in the morning?” The rugged man winces, trying to clear his throat of the itch and now faint burn from the alcohol.

“Mornin’ to you too, asshole.” He muttered dismissively, hearing his own voice sound a little scratchier than usual. “HhUh-TDZSSH...!! EHh’GTSZSHh’UHH!! GOD--!! Damnit!!” He barely catches the first loud sneeze into the cup of his hand, almost spilling his flask from the force of the second loud sneeze that shakes his entire core. He yells a swear, feeling the most torturous burn scrape his raw throat from the loud morning sneezes.

“Ah. Lovely.” The sarcastic tone from the gentleman earned a pained chuckle out of Draco as he struggled to choke down another swig from his flask. “I’m expecting company over soon. I’d recommend getting dressed and presentable.”

“Dressed and ‘presentable’? Screw off.” Reuben only sighed in return, not in the mood to put up with Draco’s shenanigans. A mild yawn escapes his lips as he glares at the clock resting on the stand. “3:30pm? Shit.” He mumbled as he rubbed a hand across his face in an attempt to wipe the sleep away as he got up to join the pediatrician in the kitchen. There were a lot of different foods scattered across all of the kitchen countertops with other food items cooking on the stove as well, and he was sure that he saw something baking in the oven. “Why the hell are you makin’ so much food?” Reuben abruptly stopped cutting the vegetables on the cutting board and sat his knife down in order to share a confused glare at Draco.

“Draco, my family is coming over for the Holidays, remember?” His heart instantly sank after hearing those words. He had forgotten about Reuben’s family coming to visit. He dreaded this day as well because it was going to be the most awkward day of his life, which was probably the reason he had forgotten about it in the first place. “You do remember, don’t you?”

“HhUH-EGTSsh!! Y-yeah, sure. When are dhey cobin’ a-adywayhh? IH’TIZSSCH'ugh!! Shidt.” He asked between the forceful sneezes, dismissively trying to hide the fact that he truly had forgotten about his parents coming over. The gentleman raises a concerned brow at the second pair of harsh sneezes and gives the rugged man a quick gloss-over.

“My blessings. Are you feeling well, Draco?” The pediatrician doesn’t hesitate to shove a cool palm underneath the man’s disheveled bangs and atop his clammy forehead out of his routine pediatric habit. “You look exhausted. Then again, when don’t you look exhausted?” Draco flinches and knocks away Reuben’s hand in return, before taking another swig from his flask.

“’M fine. Your snooty parents must be talking about me already.” He humored, but not really. He didn’t want to offend the gentleman, but they both knew it was obvious. Reuben brushed off his comment, not disputing it either, seeing how Draco could’ve been right. His parents were a bit snobbish and he wouldn’t be surprised if they actually were talking about him right now.

“We agreed on 4pm, but knowing my family they’ll probably be knocking on the door any minute now. That is why I’d strongly advise getting dressed.” The rugged man leaned against the countertop in silence for a moment, trying to find at least someway to get out of this pickle he was forced into.

“Why the hell do I gotta act all nice and prissy just to impress your damn parents? It ain’t like we gettin’ married.” He irritably muttered into his opened flask, dreading the evening he had to prepare for. The pediatrician took a moment to compose himself, trying not to let the stress of the day wash over him and cause him to say or do something he didn’t intend to.

“Draco, can you please just wash up and get dressed? Don’t make this difficult. You can leave for the bar right after, I don’t care, just don’t embarrass me, please?” Draco gave the man a questioning look. He hadn’t heard the pediatrician ask him to do something in this pleading tone ever. It was... different. A bit concerning.

“Whatever...” He grumbled, silently slipping out of the kitchen and leaving the pediatrician to continue cooking the feast in kitchen.

He had to admit that he was a little nervous about meeting Reuben’s family. If his family was as arrogant and uptight just like he was, it was going to be a long evening. Especially if Reuben was acting this way about his parents, something was definitely going to go down. He did seem like the type to have parents with high expectations and standards, which Draco knew that he wasn’t qualified for. Even though Reuben was how he was, he didn’t want to leave a bad impression on his family, but he couldn’t make any promises either. He knew that he was going to have to prepare himself to probably listen to his parent’s brag about how much money they make and how proud they are to have a Pediatrician as a son. He released a long sigh as he collected a some-what clean outfit, completely ignoring the pressed suit and tie that Reuben picked out for him, and headed into the bathroom.

***

Draco took his time in the shower, not wanting to leave the bathroom at all and face a room of strangers. He already started to feel slightly worse from when he had woken up, seeing how his nose had begun to leak and itch more profoundly and his throat was really becoming agitated. He could already hear a few unfamiliar voices carrying into the restroom that made him uneasy. He was a complete stranger getting dumped into a family meet and greet. He knew that he would feel out of place and like he didn’t belong but there was no way to escape. All of his guests had already arrived and were chatting up a storm in the other room. He could make out Lirin’s high pitched voice, which gave him at least a little bit of comfort, but the other few voices made him release a tense sigh. This was going to be weird, but it was better to hurry up and get this over with now.

Draco slowly opened the bathroom door, deciding that it was time to leave the steamy bathroom so that the stuffy, warm air could stop making his nose leak so damn much. He carefully peered down the hallway, instantly being greeted by unfamiliar faces. There was a man with brown hair and glasses in a dark suit, looking like an older version of Reuben just with stubbles on his chin that was having a conversation with a mature woman, looking young for her age, with long, luscious brown hair; They looked like they had professions related in business or sales.

“Speak of the devil, that must be the man of the hour! My son here’s been tellin’ me all about ya!” The man in the suit said with open arms as Draco approached the group. He instantly pulled the rugged man in for a tight hug that took the breath away from him and caused him to cough over the man’s shoulder. “Don’t be shy! We’re all family here.” After a brief moment, he finally let go and gave Draco a good look over. “You look well! Seems like you’ve made yourself right at home.” The rugged man remained silent, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change of tone from his last sentence.

“Oh, don’t mind him, honey.” The woman said as she straightened up Draco’s shirt. “Donovan’s always been such a hard-ass to all of Reuben’s new friends, haven’t you, Donny?” She said, abruptly giving Donovan a death glare. “My name’s Colette.” Before he could even reply to the woman, Donovan stepped closer to Draco with judging eyes.

“I just don’t want my son to have any bad influences or distractions. You know how it is.” Draco took an uncomfortable step backwards, feeling the tense atmosphere weighing on his shoulders. He already felt like he was being pulled in both directions from both parents. The rugged man froze, feeling like the dark glare from Reuben’s father was judging his every move and action. He curses internally, feeling his nose start to run again, knowing that he can’t do anything about it at this moment.

“Dad I’ve told you countless times, he’s not a distraction. I’ve been doing just fine even with him here.” Reuben said through an irritated sigh as he stressfully massaged the bridge of his nose. Donovan instantly approaches Reuben with a stern voice, clearly not fond of the entire situation. It seemed like none of his words were getting through to him.

“Mmm. And just how long does this Draco plan on staying here?” The rugged man forcefully took this opportunity to turn around and grab a few tissues and wipe his nose, before the leakage had the chance to become visible. A hint of relief crosses over him as he quietly blew into the tissues. It was a soft enough blow to the point where it didn’t draw any attention away from the conversation.

“Ease up, darling. It’s Christmas. We came down here to enjoy the holiday with our son and niece. Besides, Draco looks like a responsible young man. If our son says he’s fine with him being here, leave it at that.”

“Yeah, Draco is SUCH a RESPONSIBLE young man.” Lirin childishly chimed in, hugging Reuben loosely from his side. “You should see how RESPONSIBLE he is when he’s drunk.” She smirked. Draco bit his tongue, trying his best to catch himself from saying an angry remark. Just hearing her sarcasm made him clench his teeth.

“Is that so…?” The voice of a clearly intrigued and curious woman fills the room as Sicily enters the house and locks the door behind her. “We’ll have to grab a drink later.” She flashes Draco a charming wink that makes him instantly look away.

"Sicily, darling! We thought you wouldn't be able to make it! What a pleasant surprise!" Colette exclaims in surprise as she embraces the woman. “Is that alcohol I smell on your breath?”

"Mom, relax. What are you, a police officer? It’s Christmas!” Sicily’s entrance cuts through the tense atmosphere as she gives Donovan, Reuben and Lirin a hug in greeting. “Anywho, don’t be shy now, Draco, was it?” She gave the rugged man a playful nudge in his side as she pulled him over onto the couch. Draco doesn't fight her as he allows himself to be forced down onto the couch, feeling both relieved that he got snatched away from the demonic man, but also, dare he say 'happy' to see Sicily for a second time. "Some parents, huh?" She says after observing Draco's facial expressions. "I know. Dad can be quite the handful. Just make sure mom doesn't get a hold of any wine, or that could be a real shit-show." She giggled to herself as she kicked off her boots. “Last year, mom had a liiiiittle too much of the holiday nog and almost broke all of my drinking glasses. Wanna know how? She was throwing them at pops for losing 10 grand in one of his stock investments.” Another, louder giggle erupts from Sicily, earning a darted glare from Donovan towards Draco.

“Um, excuse me everyone. Dinner is almost ready, so if you all could please relocate to the dining room…” Reuben muttered, placing the dinner rolls on the table.”

***

“Honey, this looks delicious!” Colette exclaims, looking at all of the food Reuben had prepared. It did look delicious. How one man could make so many different dishes all by himself beat Draco. He did a really nice job with everything, but of course, he wasn’t going to tell Reuben that.

“Let’s dig in!!” Lirin exclaimed before instantly chowing down on her over-piled plate. She was the first to make her plate before anyone else cold even touch the food.

There were so many silverware and differently sized plates on the table and it made Draco squirm internally. It felt like he was being setup. He and Reuben both knew that he didn’t have any knowledge about dining etiquette, or any etiquette in general. Hell- he doesn’t even know the name of anything that’s on his plate! He’s sure that everything on the dining table was fancy and had a L or Lu in front of it. He wouldn’t be surprised if Reuben’s family called their glasses of water: L’agua.

The rugged man watched as all of the family members delicately picked up their proper utensils and began to elegantly cut and eat the food on their plates. It was like he was in the realm of gods and goddesses and he was the only human in sight, attempting to mimic their custom. Even Lirin somehow managed to mask her gluttony. It was hard to even think about eating, seeing how he could barely survive the coldhearted looks that Donovan was darting his way. He could tell that he was subtly watching him, waiting to see which utensil he would pick up first and judge him if he grabbed at the wrong one.

“Aren’t you going to eat, Draco?” Reuben’s mom gave him a concerned look as she noticed he hadn’t touched his plate. “Your food will get cold soon. It really is good, I promise!”

"Mom? Please." She whispered, feeling insulted. "Hey Draco, wanna blow this joint and go get some drinks? Lirin tells me you're a real drinker."

“I thought you’d never ask…” He replied with a nervous laugh, giving Reuben almost a puppy dog look of ‘please let me leave, this is my only escape.’ His parents tried to talk them out of it, but of course, Draco can’t be talked out of consuming alcohol.

***

The music being played from the piano at the back of the bar rang blissfully in their ears as they entered the bar. It wasn’t too crowded, surprisingly. A soft aroma of alcohol filled the air as the two slowly approached the counter. There was a nice Christmas tree set up near the piano that lit up the room, with a male bartender wiping out a glass behind the counter.

“How can I help you?” The man said as he tossed the towel onto his shoulder and sat the glass down onto the rack.

“Let me get two shots of Bourbon for me and my friend here please.” Sicily ordered as she took a seat on the bar stool. The bartender nodded in understanding as he grabbed a bottle and started pouring the alcohol. Draco hesitantly sat down in the stool beside the woman, still tense and a bit uncomfortable with going into a bar with the pediatrician’s sister. “Relax, I just want to loosen up and have a couple of drinks with you.” She muttered, pulling out a cigarette from the paper carton and resting it on her rose red lips. She shared a short glance with Draco before it was awkwardly broken by the rugged man pretending to clear his throat.

As the night went on, the fuzzier his head was beginning to feel. He had only had 5 shots and he could already feel himself starting to get a little more than tipsy. It was weird; Usually he could down more shots than this without feeling a buzz this early on. He could hardly think, let alone keep up with what Sicily was saying, not like what she was saying mattered, anyway. Draco was sure that she was one shot away from being completely plastered, seeing how her cheeks were flushed and her words were so slurred that it was a challenge to understand a word coming from her.

“It’s nice to let lose every once in a while, and take a break from all this classy shit.” She says, hoping to break the tension while allowing a long sigh to escape from her lips, causing a stream of gray smoke to bounce off of the counter-top and disperse into the air.

"You're tellin' me..." Draco muttered, grabbing the shot glass from the bartender and immediately scarfing it down like it were a dose a vicodine. "I could barely manage back there."

"Yeah..." Sicily distantly mutters, glaring down at the shot glass in her hand for a moment before irritably scarfing it down as well with haste.

“HhH’EGJISCH…!! ‘EGSSCHIUH!!” The rugged man dove forwards over the counter, holding his glass of whiskey away from him in vain so that hopefully it didn’t spill when he jerked forward with both of his itchy explosions. “O-oh shit! *hic*” He yelled with a breathy chuckle, finding humor from both Sicily’s laughter and the discovery of a small splash of alcohol that had spilled onto the counter from his glass. Sicily had toppled over onto the drunk man’s chest in laughter, struggling to breathe from how hard she was laughing. Draco’s own laughter abruptly stopped as the burning in his nostrils was still intense and flaring about.

“HhUH…!!” He sloppily leaned backwards with a deep inhale, barely able to stay upright from the weight of Sicily leaned so close up against him. He can feel his nostrils trembling in irritation from the burning as he slams his eyelids shut and dipped forwards again, slamming his glass onto the counter-top.

“Hhih…! Hhg’TIZSSCH’uhh! *hic* h-HUhgDzZSSCH’uhgg!!” His reflexes aren’t in tune from the alcoholic fuzziness as he is slow in turning his head away from the drunk woman. The first sneeze flies over Sicily’s head and lands on the counter-top, but he is able to partially turn his head over to the right and aim the second slurred mess of a sneeze towards the ground. Sicily shrieks in surprise from the two loud sneezes, feeling his chest tense up and shove her forwards, but she instantly smothered her chuckles into her hands as she pulled away from Draco and took a sip of alcohol from her shot glass. The rugged man brings up a sluggish, curled knuckle to lazily wipe underneath his faintly twitching nostrils, only to feel how moist and leaky they had been.

“Sh-shidt… Hheh…” He tries to cup his hand in order to lazily cover the disgusting mess on the lower half of his face, but before he can even ask for a tissue, his chest inflates quickly, forcing him to lean back once more with a disturbed grimace on his face. “

Sicily sloppily reaches into her purse, fumbling over herself as she takes out her handkerchief and shoves it into his cupped hand.

“Pineapple!” Sicily yelled abruptly, before he could even finish the oncoming sneeze.

“HhUHh’G-ghhn…?” The forceful hitch is instantly interrupted as his fuzzy and sluggish brain tried to wrap his mind around the randomness of the word pineapple. He sat there for a moment, confused, still waiting for the impending sneeze but the tingling in his sinuses had slightly died down to a quieter itch at the back of his nose.

“Ahh YEP, works everytimee.” She tiredly mused, downing her last shot of whiskey. Two hiccups escaped from her mouth once she downed her last shot and she giggled to herself before she flipped the shot glass upside down onto the counter.

“I use’to do thaht with Reuben when he’ws younger. That boy hadth’ most sensitive nose I’d ever seen. Once he start’d sneezin’ there was no goin’ back. ‘less you yell ‘pineapple!’ a’the right time. That’ll do it.” She muttered, fighting the effects of the alcohol that were trying to make her pass out on the counter-top.

"Hey... I wann' tell you somethin' an... An' you bettnot l-laugh..." The rugged man rubbed his face, feeling his mouth and tongue gradually becoming numb. It was definitely weird. He was feeling a lot of things tonight, both good and bad. He looked at Sicily with tired eyes, watching her back rise and sink with each breath she took as she rested on the counter with her head faced down in her arms. She grunted softly, as if signaling to Draco that she was still listening. "I... I r-really like you, you know tha?"

"Oh, that's nice. Me too." She muttered, giggling softly in her folded arms. At that moment, Draco's heart flew out of his chest as he struggled to sit upright.

"I'll have the ramen too. No eggs..." She weakly reached out to grab Draco's arm and shook it gently, "Please no eggs. I don't want eggs." He sighed and rolled his eyes, realizing that Sicily must've been talking in her sleep.

December 25th

“Hhg’tdsszhh! ‘Egsschh!!” The two tired sneezes were lazily stifled and released into the air as he shuffled around covered in his soft blanket in which he wore like an oversized jacket. He gently scrunches his nose around, feeling the tickle remaining at the same strength. He was lifelessly lying on the couch, too fatigued to do anything. Too exhausted to even sniff away the wetness leaking from his sore nostrils. What was the point? He had been sniffling and snuffling all night; every time he sneezed, the wetness quickly returned anyway. He was so congested to the point where it sounded like he was inhaling pudding every time he took a breath. The room was still dark, besides the random flashing lights of the elegant Christmas tree in the corner of the room. He audibly winced from the pressure pounding in his head with the pulsing of his veins. Drinking alcohol all day probably wasn't the best call, he had to admit. He felt so worn out and tired but he couldn't fall asleep; Not even the word Christmas could bring his spirits up. He snuffled lightly, too exhausted to even sniffle as hard as he needed to. His body tensed up reflexively as a shiver crept down his spine, forcing his body to quiver every once in a while. Blankets. N-need more blankets. A-and huhh-

“Draco…? Are you up?” The soft, sleepy and tender voice of Sicily cuts through his suffering as he can just barely see a thin figure slowly approaching from down the hall. She slowly made her way over to the couch and noticed the poor, sickly body lying there in pain. Her sleepy expression changes instantly to concerned when she observes the sick body closely. “Draco, you look horrible!” She exclaimed in an intense whisper, not trying to wake up the sleeping pediatrician. She held his clammy cheeks and frowned, giving them a smooth rub with her thumb to clear the sweat away. “You’re boiling! And-- Oh...”

"Ehh'hoOo! Hh-hih- HIH'gdzssh!" He can feel his cheeks start to blush a light pink as he barely realizes that he had sneezed on Sicily's neck and chest; He wanted to pull away but he was too exhausted and fever struck to do anything.

“HEH'Ssgk! ’M-m alrigh’. ‘ll jus’… Jus’ do the sleep. EEH'HooOgk! Hih'gSHUHhgk!Tiredhh…” He muttered, finding it complicated to compose the proper sentences and to communicate in general. At this point, he had partially given up stifling, forcing his sneezes to sound like a mixture of a cough and a mild yell. Sicily gave him a worried look, finding it odd to see a person so delusional and out if sorts. She was too worried to feel disgusted.

“Hey, Draco! Wake up! I ne...ed you t.. sta... Awa... Ke..!"

Draco wasn’t sure what dimension he had stumbled upon, but he couldn't hear or see Sicily anymore; He felt like he was asleep but at the same time, he wasn’t sure if he was. The blackness around him began to swirl into a spiral as if he were entering a portal, and before he could comprehend what was happening, he was back home in his old house. All the lights were off in the house but the single overhead kitchen light, which severed as a homing beacon to the rugged man. There was a tall, slender woman that stood hovering over the stove, humming an all too familiar tune.

“Mm?” The woman slowly turned around to face the rugged man as if she were moving through molasses. The crimson locks resting beneath her shoulders dangled behind her back as she gave him a pained smile. “Just in time for dinner. Have a seat.” The bags underneath her eyes were complimented with a subtle dark circle, indicating that she had been overly exhausted and worn out for days on end. “Dinner’s almost ready.”

“N-no, I...” Something isn’t right. Before he could do anything, the creaking of the front door catches his attention.

“M-mom...?” His words came out sluggish and muffled, as if he were moving in a time warp. With each hesitant step he took, the world around him blurred and swashed around, colors blending and smothering each other like dye on cake batter. The single word that he spoke seemed to echo for ages and bounce off of the walls and floors with a weird reverb like they were in a mutated cave.

“You heard your mother, boy.” A dark tone from behind brings a boil to the blood flowing throughout Draco’s veins. He knew that voice all too well. “Sit like a good dog.”

“You...” He clenches his fists, feeling all of his uncontrollable anger rising to the surface.

“Draco. Draco, get up! Draco--!?” He could barely hear the screams of his mother behind him as he was too busy dashing towards the figment of his father with a bawled fist, ready for a solid punch.

“I’LL KILL YOU!! YOU FUCKING MONSTER!!!” His own battle cries begin to drown out the loud crackling of the now roaring fire engulfing the walls and flooring. The dark, bulky body in front of him kept a cool smirk on his face, even in the given situation, which angered the rugged man and the fire even more.

“Draco, stop it!! Draco--!!!” The fear-filled screams from his mother began to cut in and out, almost mutating into the worried screams of the pediatrician.“Draco!!! Stop! Wake up! Blast--, he’s not responding!” Reuben yelled as he was holding on to Draco’s arms.

“We need to get him into some cold water, NOW! Start the bath!” Sicily nodded and darted for the bathroom, immediately starting to fill the tub with the coldest water she could. "Draco, you're hallucinating! WAKE UP, DAMN IT!" There was a slight shakiness to Reuben's voice as he struggled to pin the rugged man down. He had been in situations like this before and seen it plenty of times, but something about seeing Draco in such a broken state filled the pediatrician with more than just a little worry.

“I-I’ll fucking--... Kill you... I swear it...” The rugged man exhaustedly muttered, trying to punch the air but failing, since Reuben was holding him down in place.

"Reuben, the tubs halfway full!" Sicily yelled from the bathroom. The pediatrician signals for her to come and help him drag the sick corpse into the bathroom, in which she doesn't hesitate to do.

He was a tall, heavy and sickly thing. It took them a while to get him off of the couch with him fighting the two while weakly kicking and punching at the air as if doing so would hurt his invisible enemy. You could imagine how tough it was for them to force him into the bathroom, let alone the freezing bathtub.

"Help me get his shirt and jeans off..." Reuben muttered to his sister as he forced the rugged man to sit down on the toilet lid.

"W-whahd are yhou d-doig, pervert?!" Draco yelled, eyes sluggishly tracing the room and barely staying open. "G-Gedhh... HEH'Gdzsshiew!" The sneeze sprays the pediatrician’s pajama shirt as he temporarily flinches in disgust, but he doesn't let it bother him. He's in pure focus mode, as a trained pediatrician should be. "EHHgtsshnk!! Thad's whad you ged, b-bast.. bah.. heh-"

"Don't mind him, Sicily. He'll be fine." He says, noting Sicily watching with an expression on her face that he couldn’t read, but mainly to himself to give him some sort of relief while dealing with the given situation. He bites his lip, having mixed feelings about the situation. "L-Let's get him into the tub." The two nearly shove the rugged man into the cold pool of water, causing a lot of it to be spilled onto the bathroom floor. It only takes a second of being in the freezing water for him to snap out of it and realize where he was. Reuben sighs, feeling his heart nearly beating out of its chest. He had never seen Draco in such a state before in his life, and it worried him more than any patient he ever had. “Could you use this cup and pour some cold water over him?” He says, handing Sicily the small cup. “We still need to cool his body temperature down before he overheats. I need to go ge… some water. T-towels…” Before Sicily can even say anything, Reuben darted out of the room and closed the door behind him. She knew exactly what that meant.

“I need to ge… some water. T-towels…”

She heard him repeat it in her head. The tone in his voice when he said it. The strain and slight shake towards the ending. The pause in between and after. She gripped the cup tighter in slight anger. Two loud coughs from the rugged man jolt Sicily out of her own thoughts and redirect her attention. She can’t help but give the rugged man a good gloss over. He was visibly shivering in place, causing little ripples to bang against to tub walls. He looked like a dead corpse that still managed to breathe in her eyes. His red nose didn’t even attempt to hold back the sickly fluids that dripped down onto his chin and bare chest. He was too cold and out of it to care or do anything about it. She could see a tinge of black starting to linger underneath his eyes and his cheeks looked like pieces of cotton candy against his ghostly pale skin. She dipped the cup in the water on his side until it was submerged in the water and poured it over his head. He didn’t even flinch. He was probably too dazed to even feel the cold water, she thought to herself.

“… ‘ts c-cold m-mom-mm…” He barely mutters through chattering teeth, slowly closing his eyes and leaning back into the tub. Sicily immediately drops the cup and grabs the rugged man before his back can fully sink into the tub.

“Draco! Hey-hey, you have to sit up! Look at me!” She says, voice sounding strained from pushing the rugged man forward to sit upright. Draco doesn’t respond, allowing his body to fully go limp into Sicily’s arms. Sicily grunts, barely being able to keep Draco above the water from her current position. She hunches over the bathtub, trying to find the right position to comfortably hold Draco upright, but falls forward into the cold water on top of him. She releases a heavy exhale from the abrupt submersion in cold water and immediately pulls Draco’s upper half out of the water and into her chest as if he were hugging her. The rugged man takes in an immediate deep gasp and releases a handful of wet coughs over her shoulder, shivering like a madman. The woman gives a soft smile to herself, feeling the grown mans body tremble underneath her arms. She allows her fingers to rest on his clammy back, enjoying the feeling of his body up against hers so tight and closely. She closes her eyes, feeling warm from both Draco’s body and the happiness and comfort of Draco’s embrace. It felt as if time stood still for ages as the two leaned up against each other in the tub. Draco’s body had calmed down from the event, besides the constant sniffles, and they just sat there together. Holding each other.

“S-Sicily…” Draco’s faint whisper barely cut through the thin silence.

“It’s me, Draco.” She whispered back softly, still resting her head atop of Draco’s shoulder and hugging him. The rugged man slowly pulled away and nuzzled their foreheads together. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying the company of the rugged man. She moaned softly, feeling the warmth from his forehead rub against hers. The warmth from his fever radiated off of his face against her skin, summoning a faint smirk to cross her lips. She can feel her heart race a little from the shift in the room as she feels a cold hand rake through the side of her hair. She flinches as the cold water from his hand drip down her left side. His hot breath comforts her as she smells a hint of Marlboro and leftover booze beam closer. She can feel his shaky breaths get stronger and closer as his warm lips come in contact with hers. He gives her a long peck on her soft lips, allowing her body language to convey to him if he should stop or proceed. She gasps internally, half knowing what was happening and half not. She doesn’t fight it though, and brings up a hand to trace a line down his chest as he pulls her closer and gives her two more deep kisses. He can’t help but moan as she gently pushes his head closer to hers. It was a very intimate moment, that’s for sure. If Draco had any questions, they had all been answered right now.

He slowly pulls away and nuzzles her forehead again, allowing them both to catch their breath. Sicily’s eyes were locked onto his as she seductively licked her lips, signaling that she was ready for more. He swallows down a cough as she leans up against his chest again, but this time, pushing him back and forcing him to lay his back against the curve of the tub wall. Draco is caught off guard by this action and flinches, uncertain of what she was going to do next. He can feel his heart begin to race as she starts to give him kisses on the top half of his chest. Once she reaches his neck, she rests her body on his and starts to give him pecks all over his face. She reaches his nose and gives it two pecks, feeling her insides start to get all warm and excited.

Her adrenaline was rushing all over for many different reasons. She knew about Reuben. She knew about him being gay and she knew about his sneezing fetish. She knew he had the hots for Draco way before he himself probably did. She knew that something was off when he said he needed to get some water. He couldn’t handle Draco sneezing on him or him being practically naked in the bathtub. She herself didn’t have the fetish, but she was overly curious about what was so appealing about it. She couldn’t knock it until she tried it at least; she was already in the mood to get dirty with Draco. It did give her a rush knowing that she had the man Reuben had his eyes on. She was doing things to Draco that Reuben would probably never get to do. Draco sneezing on him was probably the closest thing he would ever get.

“S-Sicily I—… Hh…” He whispered weakly, closing his eyes and slowly lifting a hand to his face. She immediately grabs his wrist and shoves it back down into the water and holds his other hand hostage under the water as well.

“I know.” She says, watching his red, glistening nose twitch above her. Another peck from Sicily occurs on top of his nose. She can feel his chest rise with another weak inhale. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind. Just sneeze.” Draco snuffles twice, giving Sicily a confused glare.

“W-waih wah?” He says, trying to lift his hand again only to have Sicily press more weight down against it and prevent him from doing so.

“You heard me.” She reaches her head up to Draco’s, using her nose to lightly rub against the moist rims of his nose to try to coax out the sneeze before he can say anything else.

“B-but I ne—” Sicily shushes him and pecks him on the lips before continuing to rub his nose in different patterns and speeds. He produces two loud snuffles, sounding both thick and wet, which creates a spark in Sicily’s eye. “W-wa- HhiH… Hih! W-wahd are y-you HiHh…. Hh-doig??” He manages to say before tilting his head back against his will, involuntarily trying to escape from the induced tickling sensation on his already sensitive nose. She reaches up to follow him, giving a subtle giggle, enjoying the chase.

“Stop fighting me and just do it already.” She says as she can feel his chest practically jumping with each stuttered inhale. Cold, clear sick coats the tip of her nose as she feels his nostrils twitching up against it. She knew that it was building up in there to the point where his nose was crying and leaking sick tears for a release.

“HhuH! …. Hh-hUh! HhIH!” She tightens the grip on his wrists in anticipation, feeling slightly aroused by it all. It was like waiting for the inevitable. A devilish smile creases her lips as she watches the rugged man’s face grimace in torment. He snuffles thickly a few times in vain, as the sick just leaked immediately back down anyway; he just accepted the fate of not being able to use his hands. He felt awkward not being able to have the freedom to cover his mouth. He wanted to turn away from her but he knew that wasn’t what she wanted. He curses mentally, feeling a little embarrassed but more irritated with the pestering itch in his sinuses.

“HIH… HHIH…! HHG’TIZGSSSSCHK’ughh!” She slams her eyes shut and flinches hard, unprepared for the sudden cold spray of sickly fluids. She wasn’t sure what position she was supposed to be in for the actual sneeze. She was too intrigued by the satisfaction of him suffering with his nose to think that far ahead. But this was something… new. “H-HUhgDzZSSSGCCH’kguhgg!! ‘HEEHGSSZCHH’uhh!!!” The second batch of mist sprays her face and she can feel glops of sick make contact with her face and chest that start to slowly drip down. At first she’s disgusted, but she is oddly satisfied in a way. The third sneeze hits her back-to-back with a new batch of wetness, and by this point, she feels like she’s being rewarded for her good deeds. A subtle moan is released, more to herself as she realizes that she liked it more than she thought she would. “Eh… HehhgKSSZCHHh’kt!!” She squirms, feeling a rush when his body jerks underneath her from the harsh coughs that follow; the rattling coughs remind him of how much he feels like a pile of crap all over again. Sick was all over both of them and he knew it. It was hard not to hide all of it, especially since he didn’t have his hands to cover or wipe away at it, and his nose was practically drooling over her nose tickling his. There was bound to be a lost of discharge. He can feel his cheeks start to flush a dark red from embarrassment as he tries so hard to sniff everything away. All he wanted to do was get out of the bath and hide on the couch. “S-sorry.” He mutters between sniffles and nose twitches, feeling slightly guilty as he tried to clean himself up without his hands.

“Thanks.” She says, kissing his now sick coated lips and giving him a smile. “Now I know.” Draco pauses for a moment, surprised at what he was hearing. Was he still hallucinating from the fever?

“Huh..??” He says, overly congested, trying to clean himself up with the bath water now that his hands are free.

“Now I know that you are the one… And this secret stays between us.” She said with a final kiss before getting out of the tub. The whole time she dried herself and left the room, Draco was still sitting there dumbfounded, overly confused about everything. He didn’t know how to feel. He was happy that he pretty much made out with his newfound crush, but… What the hell just happened??? Was any of this real..? N-no… It couldn’t have been…

“… I need to go the fuck to sleep…” He muttered before sinking into the tub again

***

“Reuben, I don’t care! I wanna open gifts now!” A loud, high-pitched voice rings the ears of Draco and causes him to stir awake against his will. “We’ve waited long enough! It’ll be New Years if we wait for him to get up!”

The rugged man sluggishly cracked open an eyelid to be blinded by the Christmas lights from the tree and the fire in the fireplace. Someone must’ve moved me back onto the couch… What the fuck… Immediately he feels his nose start to run like a faucet as he tries to sit up on the couch. He grimaces when his body aches and finds it a challenge to even sit upright. He sniffles a few times, trying to stop the leakage but it does nothing but make the sick dance around in his nostrils before returning back to the same spot it was in before so he just gives up and lets it stay there, too fatigued to attempt to blow his nose or wipe it. His heart skips a beat as he notices Sicily lying on the floor right beside the couch.

“Look who’s awake!” The pediatrician says, relieved to see him up and at ‘em. “Did we wake you?” Draco only sniffles in return, feeling grumpy and too sick to respond. He just wanted it to end. And by it, he means everything. This damn cold, flu, whatever the hell that kid gave him, Christmas, this day, pretty much EVERYTHING. Just leave him alone. “You should go back to bed and get some rest if you still aren’t feeling that well, Draco.”

“I wahs tryig do before your loud ass woge be ubp!” He yelled congestedly, coughing into the blanket right after. He winces, feeling his entire body feeling sore; inside and out. It felt like his whole body would break if he coughed or sneezed again.

“Okay, okay! Everybody calm down.” Reuben says, looking more towards Lirin as she raised a fist to him. “Don’t get too riled up, Draco. Your body is still recovering.” The rugged man leans back into the couch feeling defeated and overtaken by pain. He just wanted someone to put him out of his misery.

“I… I deed sobe paid bedicinde.” He mumbles through wet sniffles, sounding clearly beat down and worn.

“I’ll get them.” Sicily says, stretching from the floor before Reuben can leave the room. He freezes for a second but then nods in acceptance for her to get the meds. She returns a moment later, with the bottle of NyQuil and pours him a cup.

“I deed like… dhree o’ dhose…” He mutters through a strained voice as he shots the cap of medicine down.

“You ‘deed’ to blow your nose.” She jokingly mocks, pouring him a second cap full of NyQuil and handing him some tissues. He snuffles dismissively and jokingly steals the cap, chugging it down and returning it back to her with a mumbled ‘fuck you’ under his breath. She giggles, feeling slightly relieved that the old Draco was starting to come back a little. Reuben distantly watches the two from the distance, feeling a little excluded and odd. He knew something was going on here, but he wasn’t sure.

The gurgling sound in the tissues grabs the attention of the entire room as Draco gives one good blow into the handful of tissues. One blow and that’s it. Fuck it. He was too tired and that single blow took the wind and force away from him. He weakly coughed a few times into the tissues and threw them onto the floor, immediately sinking back into the couch.

“Let’s do the fucking gifts so you assholes can get out and leave me the hell alone.” He mutters, voice barely audible.

***

The gift exchange was fun for the most part. Everyone was having a great time except for Draco of course. Everyone seemed happy with their gifts. Reuben bought him a brand-new motorcycle so that he didn’t have to Uber or wait for him to drive him around. Lirin bought him a book on tips for being sober. And Sicily went out and got him a new flask with a bottle of Jack Daniels and a pack of Marlboros. One thing he could say was that this was the first Christmas that he had in a long while that actually felt homie. And it was the first Christmas that he had been too sick to participate in the festivities for.

“Alright Draco. Thanks for being apart of our Christmas and opening the gifts. We’ll get out and let you rest.” Reuben says, watching the NyQuil already start to take its’ toll.

Reuben and Lirin walk out of the room, leaving Sicily and Draco together again. She was sitting beside the rugged man on the right side of the couch. They sat together in a peaceful silence, besides Draco sniffling every couple of seconds. He didn’t mind her company. If anything, he was glad that she decided to stay.

“Alright, you’re tired. Time to go back to sleep.” Sicily says as she tries to get comfortable on the couch. “Come here.” She gently tugs on his arm for him to come closer to her on the couch. He exhaustedly obliges and nearly collapses into her chest, shifting around to get comfortable in her embrace. She blushes a little, feeling his head resting on her chest. Best Christmas gift ever, she thought to herself. She closed her eyes and raked her fingers through his damp hair, massaging his scalp as she tried to fall asleep wit the sick rugged man. She cracks an eye open as she feels the rugged man shift uncomfortably in her embrace and freeze before lightly jerking forwards twice, releasing two weak sneezes aimed at the floor.

“Hhuh’kgDTzsshn! Eh’Dsschkn!” The two weak sneezes take whatever energy he had left and he doesn’t even sniffle, feeling his entire body becoming too tired to do anything at the moment. He can only release a shaky exhale and collapse into Sicily’s embrace. She smiles, feeling overwhelmingly happy at the situation.

“Merry Christmas to me…” She happily mutters to herself before joining Draco in a long, well deserved sleep.

END.

Hopefully it was worth the wait LOL XD A lot is going on in this fic but I like’d working on it even though I had some intense writers blocks lol xD Like I said, I’m working on like 5 different fics all at the same time hahaha so hopefully I can post those because I been writing a lot, just not all on the same fic ahaha.

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